#i know she put in a ton of orders before she left so I'm hoping things start to trickle in

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soft launches—w. scobell smau

pairings: walker scobell x childhood!bsf!reader

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You were painfully oblivious to Walkers massive crush on you. You two had been neighbours ever since he had moved in to the house beside yours in pre-school. The connection had been instant between you two.

And as age and maturity tracked your friendship what started as meeting outside to draw on the pavement with coloured chalk turned into sneaking out of your houses and trekking to target.

The biggest problem that had ever rose between your hearts was the long time he was away to film Percy Jackson. You two had never spent time away from eachother, opting to go to eachother’s family holidays and even beg to be put in the same classes at school.

Walker having to leave and fly to Canada was tougher than either of you had anticipated. Separation anxiety was definitely a word thrown around by your friends and family, and you missed him dearly. Though, Walker missed you even more.

The separation only clarified Walker’s feelings for you. He was in love with you. He always had been forever but he buried it deep inside, classing it as platonic admiration instead of admitting that he was head over heels and had been for years.

But it was hard to escape feelings that were so all-consuming.

When filming season one wrapped up, the two of you spent all your time together. Giving Walker tons of photos and memories to store with him while he was back in Vancouver for season two.

That is how he started ‘soft launching’ you on his instagram. The first post started with a chaos of questions. Many from you.

His cast members had caught on to his infatuation and only ever commented with disappointed faces to his delusional posts but you were left in the dark.

You didn’t like the gnawing feeling in your gut every time you viewed Walker’s social media. Who was this girl who had him this down bad? Why wouldn’t he tell you? Why wasn’t it you?

You were truly so oblivious that you somehow didn’t even realise that the girl in the photos were you.

It wasn’t until you saw a Tiktok that annotated all of his posts that it clicked .

It shows multiple pieces of evidence that the mystery girl was you. A hoodie the girl was wearing that was on your account as well. A side by side photo that made it look a helluva lot like you. A coffee cup he posted that had your custom order on it.

Suddenly it was viral and everyone thought it was you. Fans of him flooded your DM’s you were tagged in several comments and your friends and his alike were going crazy.

ACCEPT FACETIME FROM SCOOBY🐕

YES OR NO

You don’t even let him say hello before you burst out, “It’s me! I’m the soft launch?!”

“What happened to hello?” He teased, a smirk smugger than you had ever seen on his face.

You rolled your eyes, narrowing your eyes at your best friend. “Hello Walker William Scobell. Now tell me why everyone is telling me that the girl in all those photos was me.”

“Yes sweetheart, it was you the whole time.” He chuckled, dragging a hand down his jaw, “It’s always been you. You’re just oblivious.”

“Hey excuse you. I am not oblivious,” You retorted.

Walker shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “I mean… C’mon who else could it be y/n?”

You can only stare at him, jaw dropped and unable to breathe. Because now that you really think about it, who else could it be. The captions, the hoodies, the messages, the way he had been captured multiple times looking at you like you hung the stars.

You let out a shaky breath, your voice softer now, “So you weren’t just playing the internet.”

His smirk drops, and it is replaced by such a sincerity in his eyes that it takes your breath away. “No silly, I was playing you.”

A laugh bubbles out of your throat but you can’t formulate any word in your head but; oh! The way he’s looking at you right now is like he’s already won.

Walker raises a brow “So… did it work?”

“Did what work?” You question quietly, swallowing forcefully.

His voice goes unbelievably soft, the tone he uses when you’ve just slept over and he’s tenderly waking you up. “Soft launching myself to you.”

Tbe silence stretches and your heart beats at a speed that doctors wouldn’t approve of.

Walker watches you through the screen, ever so patient.

You take a shaky breath “So… you’re saying this whole time… you’ve liked me?” The last two words come out as an uncertain squeak. Like you’re not too sure you want him to hear.

Walker blinks “Mhm, I always have.”

Your stomach flips “And the playlist?”

“Just me trying to tell you I love you through our favourite songs.”

You exhale sharply , your eyes fluttering closed “Oh my god.”

Walker leans closer to the screen, a smile on his lips “Childhood friends falling in love. What a concept.”

Your heart malfunctions. And you hate how easily he’s saying it like he hadn’t just turned your world upside down.

You shake your head, laughing under your breath “You’re unbelievable.”

He grins “You love it.”

You smile because you do. You really, really do.

So you finally voice it, your words hardly a whisper “Yeah I do.”

Walker freezes, the teasing smile fades. His eyes flicker between yours like he has to know you’re being serious, waiting for you to take it back. “…You do?”

You nod. There’s no going back now. “Yeah Walker I really do.”

His face breaks into the biggest, dopiest smile you’ve ever seen.

But before you can even process it he hangs up.

“What the hell,” You mutter.

Then your phone buzzes “Omw. Open the door.”

Your stomach drops and then confusion kicks in. Isn’t he meant to be in Canada right now?

Nonetheless, you sprint to the mirror, fixing your disheveled appearance from running yoir hands repeatedly through your hair when you found out. Two seconds later there’s a knock on the door.

And when you open it, Walker’s right there.

Grinning. Out of breath. Eyes shining with everything that he wanted to say.

And then? He says none of it.

He just cups your cheeks with a quick, quiet “Can I please?”

As soon as you nod, he presses his lips to yours.

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CRUSH CRAZY | PAIGE BUECKERS

⋅˚₊‧ paige x fem!physio

⋅˚₊‧ summary: the new physio of the Uconn Wbb has caught the eye of their golden player, but it seems Paige has become a little... crush crazy.

⋅˚₊‧ warnings: hoping none

⋅˚₊‧ duayaps: i hateee thisss but its been sitting in my drafts so i finally finished it 😭

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"AND BEFORE YOU TAKE THE PILLS MAKE SURE YOU ATE SOME FOOD" I said to Azzi. It's been about 2 weeks since I started working with her, the Uconn medical staff have been nothing but welcoming.

At first, I didn't know what I was getting myself into, where I come from basketball isn't a big enough thing the way football is ( soccer ). I also didn't spend that much tie on social media, but as soon as I opened tiktok, tons of edits filled my page, most about Uconn and other teams. There were especially edits of Uconn's number five.

Paige Bueckers.

The girl was attractive. And she had the confidence to prove it. Me and Paige had very little contact together , but even if it was for a second, for some odd reason, my stomach was filled with butterflies.

"Thank you again" Azzi's sweet voice said. I turned around to look at the girl, after she underwent surgery for tearing her ACL during practice last November, there was still a little pain in the leg, but nothing that should stop her from rejoining the team in January. Of course, left out from not being in the action.

"No problem and please be careful ,i dont wanna se you anymore, you're boring' I jokingly said to her, she let out a laugh. I heard a chuckle behind me, when I turned, there in all her glory, number five.

"Hi Paige" I muttered, suddenly becoming shy.

"Hey" She said grinning. "Soooooo..."

"Paige" I said sternly, hiding my smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I was just checking up on Azzi" She told me, cracking a small smile at Azzi. I hoped the disappointed wasn't showing in my face, the delusional part in me was hoping she just came to see me.

"Well she's all yours"

✰

"Coach" Nika yelled, suddenly at Geno. "I don't feel so good"

"What happened?" Geno questioned her, making her sit down. She was fine 10 minutes ago.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up" She said, staring at the ground. Coach felt Paige come beside him. "You okay?" Paige asked, Nika shook her head.

"Maybe we should call Y/N" Paige said, Nika nodded. Geno looked at the both of them, did they hit their head?

"Y/N's a physio, she doesn't deal with stomach problems" He explained, then he heard a cackle come from behind them. KK.

Now he got it, just before Nika came up to him, she was talking with Paige and KK, the three of them whispering amongst one another. Knowing Paige and her little crush, he could figure out that she put Nika up to this.

"Try telling me that again after suicides, maybe i'll believe it then" He said,trying to hide his smile, both Nika and Paige groaned. KK struggled to hide her laugh, scratch that, she didn't even hide it.

"Girl Boo, maybe next time" She said to Paige, laughing.

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Practice was over, and everybody was tired. Most of them half a sleep, including Paige. While they were used to their morning practices, Paige had a late night.

"Nah I'm going pick up something from Y/N real quick" She hard Aubrey say. Hearing Y/N name, Paige was awake real quick.

" I'll come with you" She offered, the locker suddenly filled with laughs. Her teammate agreed but not before teasing her with the rest. After getting ready, both of the Uconn basketball players made their way to the medical wing, Paige was nervous, she was always nervous to see Y/N. Suddenly feeling insecure, Paige smelled herself, stressing because she's sweaty. She heard her teammate laugh. "Bro relax" Aubrey reassured her.

When they finally stood in front of Y/N's office door, when Aubrey saw that Paige was still in a bit of a daze, she took the honor of knocking on the office door. When they both heard a sweet voice yelling come in, they followed her orders.

"Oh Hi" I said surprised to see both of them here. Aubrey replied greeting me back, but Paige, just stood there staring at her, grinning like a maniac. "Hi P" I said to her.

"Hey" she replied. Before i could ask what she was doing here, Aubrey caught my attention, asking about her meds and if she could take lighter ones. I replied to all her questions, asking if she was feeling okay or if she needed a checkup. While i talked to Aubrey, i could feel Paige's eyes on me at the side of my head.

As Aubrey left, i expected for Paige to follow her, but the blonde didn't move. "P, do you need something?" i asked her.

"there's this party tonight , you should stop by"

Was Paige inviting you as a date? no.

"Okay, text me the details and i'll think about it" i kinda accepted her invite. Tonight i already made plans with my roommate, i don't think its a good idea to cancel those just because i want to see my crush. I also didn't want my hopes to be up.

While Y/N thought about that, Paige was beaming with excitement on the inside, if Y/N did show up tonight. this was going to be the night where she made her move.

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She didn't show, she. didn't. show.

In Y/N's head, she didn't think not being at that party was a big deal. she assumed Paige was just being nice inviting her and she definitely didn't know that P was disappointed.

Today they had normal hard practices, and today was actually the final time Paige tried to get Y/N's attention. no like actually the last time.

As she dribbled the ball, suddenly she dropped the ball, and dramatically fell to the ground. Ice let out a laugh, but while she knew what Paige's plan was, Geno and Y/N didn't.

I gasped, seeing Paige suddenly on the ground, she was fine literally 10seconds ago. Quickly running over, followed by the rest of the coaching staff.

“Can u get up by yourself?”

“I can try”

okay good sign, good sign. it’s not broken.

“To my office” I instructed both Nika and Paige. While holding on to Paige, giving her a bit of support.

When we arrived, I made Paige lay down. And started testing her knee. It seemed fine, actually perfect.

“Maybe we should get another opinion, I don’t think my brains working properly”

I can’t seem to find out whats wrong, she says her knee hurts, but the tests i did make her look perfect.

“Ummm Alright” i heard her hesitate. Her voice slightly nervous.

“Paige”

“Yeah”

“Are you… not injured?”

“Kinda” She answered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, making me think back. Maybe she didn’t want the pressure or she just wanted an excuse out of practice.

“Paige if you are using this to get out of practice well you’ve got another thing comi-”

“Im using this as an excuse to see you” She cut you off.

“What”

“I’ve literally been giving you hints all year and you’re telling me you didnt know i liked you?”

“Well no” I answered honestly. When i finally met her eyes, a small smile took over my face. Her sad face turned hopeful.

“I like you too P” i said “You couldve just asked me out and this wouldn’t have had to happen”

“Don’t even try to turn this on me ma” she started ranting, you just laughed and stood there watching. Okay so you weren’t delusional.

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[supervisormeero]

Okay, time to put together a list of small things about that clip that I love because I've watched it so many times that it's burned into my brain

Syril looks Dedra up and down when he steps through the door. There are multiple ways to interpret this, and all of them are incredible. One, he's down bad. Two, he likes her outfits and wants to admire what she's wearing. Three, it's both. It's probably both.

Dedra turns her head here. I'm about 98% sure she was going for an actual kiss before The Galaxy's Biggest Idiot just. Fled. Straight into the apartment. Left her standing there. SYRIL YOUR DIPSHITTERY IS UNFATHOMABLE WHAT ARE YOU DOING—

Dedra's little shrug after she says she had Syril followed. "Partagaz insisted." Did Partagaz really insist, or is she trying to pass blame because he's not reacting the way she thought he would? Her shrug is so silly, too; it's done in such a Dedra way, although we haven't seen something like this from her before. It's the nonverbal equivalent of saying, "You're mad at me? The one person who's never done anything wrong, ever? Okay, then it wasn't even my fault."

Also notable is that Syril calls bullshit on it, too, because he says, "I can't believe you had me followed." He knows the Partagaz thing was a rushed white lie, and he knows her well enough to see it.

Syril's reaction to being told they have an hour. Regardless of what the context here is, he wants more time with her. He actually seems upset that he doesn't have more time with her; was he hoping to spend the night? Has he regularly spent longer than an hour with her? (There are mild spoilers about this elsewhere on the Internet, but I'm being vague for the sake of not giving anything away for those who haven't read them.)

Dedra's head-tilt when Syril asks if they really only have an hour. It's so Dedra. It's so raised-eyebrow in the ISB boardroom. It's so... Have you ever known me to joke, Syril. It implies a level of intimacy that they communicate so easily without words; he knows her well enough to understand what she's saying, even when she's not saying it, and even when it's not what he wants to hear.

Dedra's expressions when she tells him to turn out the lights. The first time, she's a bit awkward; she doesn't look at him directly, she seems unsteady, there's a sense that she... isn't used to all of this, and maybe isn't totally sure how to ask for what she wants in a non-work context. The second time, though, she's more forward. She stares him down, repeats herself firmly, leaves no room for further discussion of the you-had-me-followed topic. (Shut up, Syril.) There is a power dynamic here, and I'll be interested to see how that plays out. She wants him to do what she wants, and he's not doing it, and she did not get dressed up like this to argue with him.

Syril's expression after Dedra tells him to turn out the lights. Like, he's still irritated about her having him followed, but he softens; he... cares about her at least, but this definitely might possibly be love in spite of the weird power dynamic in which he decidedly does not have the upper hand, at least on paper, and I am fine and not crying about it

On power dynamics, though, I find it interesting that Dedra stood in the hallway after Syril walked away. Syril left her there. She followed him into the apartment. She was either 1. Taking a moment to internally scream because he's so SO stupid and didn't kiss her on the mouth, or 2. Left sort of winded by him kissing her, even just on the cheek, or 3. Wanted to admire the view of him walking away.

If you read too much into it, which I probably am, it could imply that Syril has more power over her than he thinks, or than either of them acknowledge. After all, she's giving all the orders, but she's also following him into her own home.

This is not a small thing but I'm going insane about it so I'm going to yell about it for the millionth time. THE BED BEING SO PROMINENT IN THESE SHOTS. TONY GILROY YOU ARE A GENIUS TONY GILROY YOU ARE A MADMAN. TONY GILROY YOU REALLY SAID THIS IS FOR THE KEEROS

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Hello hello hello, I am here!! My life is not that insane, I’ve just been obsessed with Hello Kitty Island Adventure and Drag Race, so sorry😭

🔱-anon, omg stopppp (don’t), also I LOVE greek mythology and history so THE ODYSSEY REFERENCE THANK YOU

Author: two more ideas perhaps? Thanks to 🔱 anon I thought of it, but if you’re into or have been into Percy Jackson, then maybe a Demigod Batsib, who Bruce sent away very quickly and like none of them ever visit or see, and she quickly becomes a year round camper or a camper staying with other campers because every time she’s home she’s been attacked by monsters? And then when they finally see something maybe she’s gotten on the news for something (not good of course, it’s the curse of being a demigod) and they go to see her and are like holy shit you’re huge and muscular and scarred and tatted up with a sword wth 😨. Idk food for thought😻

2nd: I genuinely can not remember if I’ve asked you before or not, but have you seen YellowJackets, and if so, YellowJackets Batsib?

Sorry these are always so long when I send them jfc, can you tell I talk too much lmao. Anyways LOVE YOU TONS -🫀

Special mention that this specific reader is Tall and Buff-

I have not watched YellowJackets, but it seems interesting. I'll put it on my watch list!

Now- I have four Percy Jackson books- my first mistake was buying them in my native language, the second is my unabridged hate for first-person POV(it was very impulsive and my dad's money so I don't really feel bad about it), BUUT, I know enough from memes and the musical that I should do relatively okay :)))

The question, however, is- who is the goddess or god who's the other parent? I'd personally go with the war/mischief/misfortune related gods- Ares, Aphrodite, Athena, Eris, or Enyo, depending on what depiction you follow, Ate, Apate, Oizys, Kakia, etc. I'm going the Eris route purely because of the chaos it'll create for both humans and Gods.

I'm also used to writing about Dionysos(the greek god) as Dionysus(the Thracian god), son of Bendis, which the greeks associated with Selene, Hekate and Artemis, so I may slip in that aspect-

You don't remember who your mortal father was, not anymore, or not like you thought you did- maybe glimpses, some Bruce guy- or maybe Alfred? Did it even matter? All of that, and all you remember of him is telling you it's better if you stay away for a while.

A while turned into as long as you lived.

You also remember finding out the truth- well, half of it. Your mother was a goddess. That's all you knew. Dionysos had strict orders to not let you know, for now. A special case, prophecies and legends everyone knew about, prophecies that the higher-ups wanted to see how you'd play out without anyone's interference.

The God couldn't bring himself to tell you even if he could, your mere presence brought a moment of clarity the drunk wasn't used to. "I don't want to prove myself to someone I haven't even seen, let alone to someone who left me here." Dionysos was accustomed to teenage angst, tween rage, and childish hopefulness.

You just accepted it. Took it for what it was- a mortal parent sick of the stuff you unintentionally attracted, and a godly parent who didn't give a fuck, who just wanted to create problems. He drank so much that night, like he had never done before.

And you just started doing your best to help around, to learn everything and anything, so that no one would have another reason to throw you out like some sort of useless toy.

And Dionysus did something he's never done before- took you under his wing. Or so Chiron would say, the god would have a few choice words against it, which he did, whispered as you were passed out on a bed in the medbay. No, he wasn't there because he was worried for you, he had work- around- that particular side of the cabin where you were, and he was just making sure you were still breathing.

No, Chiron, he did not cry when you gave him a happy mother's day card as a joke, fuck you, slandering his name like that. Despite that, he keeps the card in the drawer of his desk.

The peace and quiet didn't hold forever, Percy's arrival seemed to be the reason for it- or maybe you two being in the presence of each other lit the fire. Either way- shit went down. Discord started, and you left with the kids and disappointed in yet another parental figure.

You ended with the kids in Central City, in the middle of the Justice League fighting some monster, and while the kids watched the fight at your side your eyes were on the map. "We could take the train to Kansas City and then take another to Las Vegas."

"... We could also help them." Percy muttered as he watched the Flash get grabbed by the monster while Superman was sent into a building. "They're fine." You shrug. "The Flash just got eaten by the thing." Annabeth said.

It was a moment of silence before you sighed and turned to look at the fight. With a flick of your arms, the wrist cuffs turned into two one-handed Dacian falxes. You pointed one at Percy. "Stay. Out. Of it." The falx turned to Annabeth. "You too."

Wonder Woman gasped in shock as the monster's ankle got cut clean through. Her weapons have been the only ones to be able to slice through the thing's skin, the thing was clearly affected by godly weapons, and you weren't a god, that she was sure.

For a moment, as Barry clawed his way out of the slit you created at the things neck, she thought you were an amazonian, you sure were built like one of them, but the buzz of your presence as you got closer and closer after the beast went down told her everything she needed to know.

"You know her?" Clark asked Diana, but Bruce answered for her. "She doesn't," and the two turned to look at the bat, the implication that he knew being loud and clear.

"Thanks-" Barry tried to show his appreciation to the lady who saved him, but Bruce interrupted him. "What are you doing here?" You were supposed to be in NY, being safe at the camp made for demigods, not here creating trouble again. And he sure as hell didn't expect to see you like this- as tall as him, biceps bigger than his head, arms and neck tatted with all kinds of spells and depictions of myths- were you even old enough for that?

"Watch your tone, bat-boy. One of these days your sugar daddy's money won't be able to take you out of the grave you dug yourself-" Barry chokes on a laugh, and Clark's nostrils twitch as he bites back a smirk. "And if you want to thank me- you can be helping me-"

"US." Annabeth smiles up at Wonder Woman, her eyes shining with admiration. "Hi-" but you interrupt her. "What did I say?" you grumble, and it clicks for Clark as his eyes slowly turn to Bruce, who remains stoic. "We did as told! We stayed out of it-"

"Yeah- see we can listen." Percy smiled up at you. "I saw you throw a rock at it." You raise a brow. "... It distracted it." Grover whispered with a pout. "Not the point." It also clicked for Barry, his neck almost snapping as he turned and looked at Batman with pure shock.

But Diana only senses Eris claim over you, and she can only blink at the gentle way you are with these other demigod kids. Damian, on the other hand, was fuming as he stomped past a shocked Nightwing, standing tall at Bruce's side, eyes looking up at you.

"Help with what?" The boy hissed, and you just looked at him. "We need to get to Las Vegas." Grover shrugs. "Why?" Damian presses, and Percy snorts. "Why do you care?" You sigh as the boys get into a smart off, redirecting your attention to the adults. "Work." Diana tilts her head. "What kind of work?"

" ... Work." Diana's eyebrows raised, glancing at Bruce, as it clicks for her as well. And she just sighs, already done with this man and his million kids.

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MEMES!!

Bruce, trying to math out how old Reader is:

Diana, smelling Eris magic on Reader:

Barry, traumatized after being swallowed whole, trying to phase the saliva off:

Reader, while Percy and Damian get into it:

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You Beside Me - [Timo x Emma]

A/N: Happy birthday @rachelgreenwannabee!!! I hope you have the most wonderful day and are showered IRL with tons of appreciation and love from the people who love you the most. I'm grateful you let me write this fic (literally had to convince you 😘) as a thank you for your support of the blog over the years. You are so appreciated here! Have the best day!

Summary: Emma has a huge event and Timo shows up for her big moment.

Word Count: 3.5k

A remix of Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” blasts from the DJ booth to Emma’s left as she scans the room for any last minute fixes before the doors open for the crowd gathering outside. Most of the room looks in order except for where the brand marketing staff is working on staging the Photo Booth exactly right. Emma smiles. It was a good idea to put it in that corner. The lighting is better. Where they had it before was also too close to the door and would have created an instant crowd congestion problem.

Emma’s main goal is to always get through her events without the fire marshal crawling up her ass. 

Satisfied that she has done everything in her power to prepare, Emma heads to a less center part of the event to watch people filter in. There are a lot of things about events that Emma loves, but her favorite is to stand off to the side and watch people take in how all the hard work came together. 

Tonight is an event celebrating the launch of new flavors for Nocco energy drinks. This is the first time the brand has chosen Switzerland for a new product launch and Emma is nervous, but excited. It’s a huge opportunity for them to continue to grow their name outside of Switzerland. Emma and Rhea have been working on this for months, through midnight feedings, a teething baby, and weird timezone swings. The moment Emma was back in Switzerland, this has been her entire focus. She sleeps, eats and breathes this event.

Thankfully, her husband understands completely and has been shouldering parenting Lio for most of June without her. Mom guilt tugs at Emma as she double checks the VIP area. Tonight is another night she will miss bedtime and it scratches at her heart.

The guests that flow in instantly have their phones out, capturing the bright and vibrant brand colors splattered around the venue. They rush to the bar and grab custom drinks, then float around taking in the various activities strategically places around the venue. Emma smiles smugly, knowing she nailed the right notes to pull the influencers in. Now she hopes the brand did it’s job and created irresistible flavors to fully make the night a success. Emma moves on from her current position, working toward where she sees Rhea to check in with her too.

“How are things at entry?”

“Great. People are moving through quickly.”

“Good. Can you time the front bar and see how fast people are getting through with their drinks. If it’s longer than 5 minutes, let’s pull a bartender to the front bar from the back.”

“Will do.” Rhea nods. 

“Okay. I’m going to check in with Claude and then head back to my normal place. Text if you need me.”

Emma patters across the floor to their client. She turns on her compelling charm, laughing at his jokes, accepting his praise with a bubbly smile and offering to adjust anything that isn’t currently meeting expectations. Claude is already two drinks in, so he begs her not to change a thing. Emma breezily agrees, then floats herself back to her perch off to the side of the room.

While bopping her head slightly to the music, Emma’s eyes trail over the guests in front of her. The noise in the venue is increasing as more people walk in. Emma scans along the vendors who are helping present the event. They're all in full swing- the bar is busy slinging special craft cocktails. Sponsor girls are wandering around with samples for the new summer flavors while professional waiters walk with small bites of food. Professional photographers capture every smile and laugh in candid snaps. The crowd is posh and fit, the exact demographic of this brand, making the documentation of the event effortless and aligned with Nocco’s identity.

Satisifed, Emma clicks her phone open, pulling up her messages up to check in with her husband. His response back to her is a picture of her texting on her phone. Emma glances to her right, meeting his gaze by the bar. God damn he looks good. He is perfectly styled in a designer hoodie, black jeans and his Dior high tops. He looks effortlessly expensive and put together. Emma doesn't miss the gazes that linger on her man as people shuffle around him and his friends. 

Emma moves to walk towards him as Timo does the same. They meet in the middle of the floor with brief kisses to each others cheek. 

"This is not home?”

"No, but it's where I should be tonight. This is..." He looks around. "Not something to miss." He finishes, giving her praise. Emma lights up at his words, excited to tell him all about the specific decisions and planning that goes into this event.

"There is a virtual reality booth you have to go try. It feels like you’re actually surfing off the coast of Portugal. Oh, and the spinning camera booth is on the back wall by the DJ, so you and the boys can make a video of all your best angles." She motions to his hometown friends, waving over at them at the bar. They cheers in her direction and Emma chuckles. "So much to see and experience." She finishes with a proud smile.

"You thought of everything." He murmurs, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush with the front of his body. "Earned a big, public smooch." He mumbles against her lips then kisses her exactly as he promised. 

"Wow." Emma murmurs when he pulls away. Her eyes flutter open lazily.

"Sorry to break this up." Rhea says cheerily. "But I need you." Timo slowly, almost regretfully, lets Emma slide away from him.

"I'll see you later?”

"Okay, baby." He nods. Emma squeezes his hand, then turns to follow Rhea. She only takes a few steps before she turns back.

"Timo!" He looks over his shoulder, turning to face her. "Thank you." She says it blissfully, meaning it more than she ever has. Him being here matters to her. He smiles back then ushers her away towards where Rhea waits for her. “Thank you for telling me he was coming.” She pokes Rhea, who laughs.

“Oh you secretly love a surprise! And how romantic is it to just look up and see him instead of anticipating when he is going to walk in?” Emma shrugs. Good point.

“Fair, so what's up?”

"Another chef meltdown.”

"Oh god. Now what." Emma mutters, tucking her phone back into her pocket and getting ready to make heads roll. "Remind me why we keep hiring him?”

"Because he's the best catering chef we've ever worked with and clients love him.”

"Well, don't tell him that because I'm about to threaten to take him off our list for good." Emma announces before she struts into the kitchen and puts the buffoon back into his place.

After the crisis in the kitchen is diverted to a manageable level, Emma heads back to the floor, checking in with Claude and his business partners again. They’re ecstatic and are already floating out ideas for their Fall launch. Emma grins, proud of her and Rhea's flawless execution. She fluffs the clients feathers further, complimenting them for their designs and ideas before she slips away to a quieter place.

She hides in the back answering emails, paying a few invoices, and double checking hours for payroll. By the time that is done, the event is starting to wind down, which is good because Emma definitely grabbed the wrong high heels in her rush to leave this afternoon. Her feet are killing her, but it's customary for her to be visible at event end to ensure a smooth wrap up. So she grins and bares it, taking compliments and addressing questions as needed. 

Her eyes can’t help but find Timo where he is handing out autographs, posing for pictures, and talking to hockey fans. Her clients find their way over to him and when he points at her, Emma shakes her head and looks away. She knows he is talking her up to them. She adjusts her wedding rings on her fingers and smiles at Rhea’s approach from across the floor.

"Did you eat?" Rhea asks Emma.

“No."

"Go now. I'll handle the rest of the wrap up.”

"Thank you." Emma says graciously before heading to the kitchen.

"Sorry about earlier." Jacques says as he fixes her a plate of sausage and mashed potatoes with a sprinkling of cheese- the leftover from the staff meal. He goes to put a mustard gravy on but Emma shakes her head. He ignores her and slaps a spoonful on. "No allergies, no modifications." He insists, handing it over. "Plus you're too skinny." He waves her away with his fingers, clearly still bristly about their interaction earlier.

"It's genetic." Emma chuckles, taking the plate. "And quit bitching people out mid-event." She points a fork at him. "I don't like dressing you down in front of your staff anymore than you enjoy hearing from me.”

His responding sigh is disappointing, but the food is fantastic so Emma let’s it slide… again.

After stuffing her face as fast as she can and sending Rhea home, Emma checks out with her final vendor then limps towards the main room again. Clean up from the venue staff is well underway. She doesn’t need to stay for this part, but wants to double check outside vendors are at least mostly out. She scans the room, then slumps down in appreciation when she sees the love of her life sitting at the bar. 

He is waiting for her. 

Her feet are killing her as she hobbles over towards him. He is in casual, happy conversation with the bartender, Bruno, as he moves the liquor bottles from the bar and into a box to store them until the next event.

“This guy bothering you, Bruno?”

“Is Timo Meier bothering me? No! We were just discussing the Olympics. Will you go?”

“Probably.” Emma chuckles. “As long as he goes.” She motions to her husband. 

“The dream team.” Bruno nods his head. He puts the last bottle into the box, then lifts it up. “On that note, it was great talking with you, Timo. Good luck with your season and the international stage.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Timo responds graciously. “And thanks for the service.” He tilts his plastic cup with water in it as Bruno walks away. “You are really something.” Timo murmurs, turning to Emma fully. He pulls her between his spread legs. His hands start at her hips, then work to the small of her back. He rubs his fingers into her sore muscles there without even knowing they hurt. Emma sighs, putting her hands on his shoulders as an anchor. “I brought you shoes to change into. They’re in the car though, so if you need me to carry you, I can.” 

“Maybe.” Emma says honestly, cringing at the spiked needles stabbing at the balls of her feet. 

“For sure a foot rub when we get home.” He smiles, blue eyes sparkling. “This was amazing. I had so much fun and people I talked to couldn’t stop talking about how great the night was. You’re so good at this.” 

“It’s not just me.” Emma blushes, shaking her head slightly.

“No, but you’re the captain of it all. Everyone working looks to you for guidance and decision making. Even Rhea pulled you away to deal with whatever that was in the kitchen. The way you handle the pressure is admirable. I was so proud all night. I kept watching you work and was in awe.” He shakes his head gently. 

“Thank you. I can tell you really mean that.” 

“I do.” He nods enthusiastically. “I’m glad I could get a last minute ticket.”

“How did you?”

“I have connections.”

“Rhea?”

“Yeah, she’s the connection.” Timo chuckles. 

“Is Lio home?” 

“Yeah, I left him with a bottle and some fresh diapers.” Timo shrugs, smirking at her eye roll. “No, he’s with Nico and Lexi.”

“Oh, my mom and dad gave him up, huh?”

“They had plans with friends they were going to cancel.” Timo shakes his head. “Lio is going to be spoiled by the time we head back to Jersey.” Emma winces again about her feet and Timo stands so they can get ready to go.

“Are they bringing him back to us tonight?”

“No, they wanted to do a night over with him. Practice.” Timo gives his head another slight shake. “I keep telling Nico, he can practice all he wants but nothing really prepares you.”

“We didn’t practice at all.”

“I know! And look how it turned out for us. We figured it out. They will too.” His shoulders shrug.

“Cause we are a good team.” Emma murmurs, echoing what Bruno was saying. She wraps her arms around his waist for a hug as he tried to lead her towards the exit. He stops, holding her back tightly. “Thank you for being here. I was so nervous and then I saw you. After that, It didn’t matter how tonight went. I knew when it was all over, I would get to go home to you and Lio. That’s all I need.”

“I hope you’re okay with just going home with me.” He murmurs. 

“I am. I know how your foot rubs usually end. Probably for the best Lio isn’t home.” Timo laughs and it echos across the event space.

“There is no way you’re gonna be awake long enough for that ending.”

“God, remember when I used to call you after events like this? I would be so hyped up that I couldn’t sleep and we would do a marathon… What happened?”

“We became parents.” Timo says honestly. “Lio had us up at 6 am. It’s after midnight.” Timo points out on his watch. “Wow, let’s go. We need to get you in bed.” He pats her butt sweetly. 

“T?”

“Hm?”

“Can I be really dramatic and ask you to carry me?”

“Yes, baby.” He chuckles. He hands her purse to her then swoops down to pick her up. Timo is careful to gather the bottom of her flowing skirt with his arm.

“Literally my hero right now.” She sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck. She crosses her feet at the ankles to prevent her legs from swinging around. 

“I’d do anything for you, Em. You know that.” 

“I do. That’s why I had your baby.” Timo’s steps pause for a moment, then he slowly begins again. “That get you?” She rubs her thumb across his pulse feeling it flutter wildly beneath his skin.

“Yeah, a little bit.” He admits, clearing his throat. “Let’s talk about something other than my baby in you.” Emma giggles, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. 

“Hmmmm but I love when your baby is in me.”

“Emma!” Timo howls as he puts his back against the handle on the door so he can walk them out. “Keep it up. I can put another one in there and really fuck everything up.”

“No, not yet.” Emma murmurs. “But one day. Lee would be too spoiled as an only child. By everyone except his parents.” She winks at him.

“Ha. By everyone except his father.”

“Suuuuure.” Emma pats his cheek, then kisses him again, moving her lips along his jaw to his ear.

“Do you want me to drop you?”

“You won’t.” She whispers, then takes his ear lobe between her teeth.

“I am going to do terrible, horrible things to you when we get home.”

“That’s fair because I am going to do terrible, horrible things to you on the drive home.”

“God damn it.” He groans, picking up his pace. “I got the sexiest wife this side of the Alps and a boner bigger than a fuckin’ mountain.” He grumbles, nodding his head at someone who calls his name out.

Emma moves her hand down from his shoulder to cup his crotch. 

“Hey! Hey! No that’s worse! That’s worse!” Timo begin to laugh loudly. “Babe!” He yells when she doesn’t move her hand. Emma throws her head back and laughs wildly squeezing him before she releases her grip. 

Timo finally gets them to his black Mercedes. He puts Emma down on her feet, then opens her door so she can slide in. While she does, he holds her hand. He squats down, grabbing her Ugg slippers from the floor mats to replace her high heels with. He is delicate when he pulls the designer heels off her skin. He gives each foot a few hard squeezes to encourage blood flow, then tucks her foot into the soft fur. He folds both her legs into the car, then stands. Before shutting her door, he leans into the car, kissing her softly. He is tender about it, paying mindful attention to her mouth until they have to pull apart for air.

“Can’t believe I get to take the event planner of the year home with me.” Emma giggles then rocks around in her seat. 

“Hell yeah, baby!” Timo shuts her door then walks around to his side of the car. Once he pulls out of the parking lot, Emma folds her legs up, turning to look at him across the dark interior. Her right hand finds his thigh. He grabs in in his, bringing it to his lips to kiss over each knuckles. “This is how it’s supposed to be.” She whispers. “It was never supposed to be me alone. You were always meant to be here beside me.”

Timo flicks his blinker to change lanes, then looks over at her when he reaches a steady driving pace. 

“Thank you for doing life with me.” He says. “I wouldn’t want there to be anyone else in my passenger seat.” 

“I’m going to snuggle the fuck out of you when we get home.” Emma sighs, yawning loudly afterwards. Although that may be another empty promise she’s spewing because doing anything naughty or dangerous in this car, is not happening now that she is sitting down.

“Mmm, can’t wait for that.” He murmurs back. 

Emma falls silent as Timo drives them towards home. He looks back over at her when they hit a red light. 

“You gonna make it, sleepy?” He asks, cupping her cheek where she is falling asleep against the headrest.

“Mhm.” She mumbles back.

She doesn’t. She awakens to unclipping her seatbelt so he can carry her to bed. He sets her down in their room, then unzips her dress. It falls in a puddle to her feet where he encourages her to step out of it. She does, then he helps her get into her sleep shorts. Before he puts her shirt on, he kisses along the top swells of her breasts after taking her bra off because he can’t help himself. He leads her on the edge of the bed, then disappears into the bathroom. He uses a make up wipe to scrub off as much of her make up as he can. He’s gotten good at the motion after having to wipe Lio’s face off the last few months. Emma whines, pawing at his hand.

“Tomorrow you will kill me if I let you leave this on.” 

“I need moisturizer.”

“I’ll get it in a sec. Here, do your eyes.” He hands her a new one so she can scrub off the mascara and eye shadow. Timo takes both the used ones away from her then places her moisturizer in her palm. It’s not a perfect night routine, but it will do. She falls into her pillows and Timo pulls the covers up to her shoulders. He leans down, kissing her cheek gently. 

“C’mere, babe.” Emma says through another huge yawn.

“I’ll be there in two minutes.” Timo assures her. 

He walks into the closet with her discarded clothes, then comes back a few minutes later in a fresh t-shirt and pajama pants. He flips the lights off, then pulls his phone out.

“Nico says Lio went down easily tonight and he had a fun day with them. He’ll bring him by in the morning once we are up.” Emma nods, lazily reaching over her shoulder for her husband.

“Hold me.” She demands, wiggling her butt back towards the center of the bed. Timo collects her into the front of his body, spooning her like the perfect fit she is to him. Emma slouches limply into her sleep almost immediately. 

Timo stays up for a few moments more. Feeling her sleep soundly in his arms is the perfect way to end the night. He can’t describe the pride he has for Emma after watching her work tonight. This must be how she feels after watching a game of his. He’s seen her work before, but never on this bright and impressive of a stage. She knocked the entire thing out of the park. He couldn’t be more proud of her than he is right now. 

Tomorrow, he will celebrate her more. Keep hyping up what incredible work she did with praise and treats and an orgasm or five. 

But for tonight, he’ll just soak her up in his arms.

It’s the only thing he wants to do anyway.

[angel1cjules]

forbidden love pt.1

"I'd get my hands dirty in order to kiss you one more time..." PAIRING - assassin!reader x enemy's assassin!jk WARNINGS - lots of blood <3, name calling, mentions of kidnapping and r@pe, unprotected sex ( wrap it up! ), fingering, dom!jk x sub!reader, overstimulation, lots of needy kisses, forbidden relationship between jk and reader, jk would do basically anything for reader to kiss him one more time. enemies to lovers au WORD COUNT - 612 a/n - YALL HAVE BEEN SO SUPPORTIVE WHAT- TYSM. I hope you enjoy this ;) ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Y/N!" Your boss called. It's another bloody day at work. You wish you didn't end up as an assassin but you did. You had to kill so much people, so much rivals of your boss to be known as one of the most dangerous female assassins in Korea. You were trusted to do any killings the boss needed. "Y/N." Your boss called once again, snapping you out of your daydream. "What has got you thinking like that?" your boss questioned. "Yoongi, why do you care?" you reply, stretching your arms across the table. Min Yoongi, one of the most powerful mafia bosses of this country, had fallen prey to your rude yet sarcastic replies. "Y/N, I need you to kill my ex-best friend, Namjoon." he said, getting straight to the point. Your eyes widen, Namjoon? Yoongi sensed your confusion and quickly added "He killed some of our guys last night. Along with that, his assassin, Jungkook, or whatever his name was, killed my partner, Hoseok." You slowly nod, planning Namjoon's demise in your head already. "Did he know that he killed your workers?" you ask him before leaving. "Pretty sure he did because I didn't send over the drugs he asked for," Yoongi said, looking at his computer. "Alright, when do you want the job done?" you say, grabbing your Lululemon duffle bag which held all your weapons. "Within tonight since he's going out of town tomorrow," he said, glancing over at your seemingly innocent duffle bag. You nod and head out of the room, preparing yourself for the blood to be shed tonight. ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- You go to the local rage room and pick out a katana. You know which room to practice in as this isn't your first or last time being here. You see 2 men in your room, slashing away at the punching bag or the air. You put in your headphones and begin slashing. Little did you know, those 2 men in the room were Jungkook and Jimin, assassins of other mafia bosses. "Damn, she's hot as fuck" Jimin remarks, checking out your perfect body. "Dude, back off, she's mine" Jungkook smirks. You were minding your own business when SLASH! A katana slashed through your upper arm, letting blood gush out. "FUCK, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to" Jungkook immediately rushed to you and held your arm tightly. "You assholes, why the fuck can't you practice further away!?" you yell at the older men. Jimin rushed to you with a first aid kit, leading you to think you think that this isn't the first time they slashed someone. "Get the fuck off of me" you try pushing Jungkook's hand away but his grip was too tight. "If I let go, you're gonna lose a shit ton of blood." he replied coldly. Jimin wrapped your wound with a bandage and apologized so many times for a mistake he didn't commit. You left the room, annoyed and in a little bit of pain. This wound was a scratch compared to all your other scars. ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- An hour later, you finally got to Namjoon's hideout where he was staying. You wore a skin-tight black suit that covered your torso, legs and half of your elbow. Below your elbow, you wore gloves. You wore a hood to hide your identity. Your movements were as light as a feather as you didn't want any attention while you were sneaking in. You finally found a window that was open and slowly crept in. You landed on your feet with a thud and when you were closing the window, you felt a hand slither around your waist and another hand muffle your mouth.

[pbandjesse]

The event I'm working tonight is winding down with an auction. It's been a pretty nice night. I am looking forward to going home though. I'm tired. I know it's because I'm not sleeping well. I am just really tired and I just wish I could get a full night's sleep.

Some of the issue is the air is so dry. I would pick up a little humidifier today to hopefully help. But I woke up a ton last night just because the inside of my nose was so solidly scabbed and painful. Sucks.

I was at least able to sleep until 9 this morning. When I woke up I was not in the best place mentally. I tried to shake it off but I just felt gross. I made the bed and took a shower and tried to be in a better mood. It sort of worked. Just the convincing of myself.

I got dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast. James left me an egg sandwich and I also cut up an apple and had that with peanut butter. Sweetp was yelling at the backdoor so I let him out but I warned him it was going to be chilly and windy. And he would come back in pretty quickly. Silly.

I worked at my desk for an hour and a half. Just sewing frog legs. I got three color ways sewn and flipped. They still need to be stuffed but I was really happy with the work I did.

Sweetp is funny when I sew. He will sit up against my foot that's on the peddle. He'll bite my ankle. He is just all in my business. I was afraid I was going to squish his tail or foot with my chair because it's rocking. But so far I have not but it still makes me nervous!

I would go upstairs to lay in bed for an hour. I disassembled a charm necklace. And just watched some videos and chilled.

I would do my makeup and got dressed with layers. I really liked my outfit. I didn't plan to wear boots but I am glad I did. I need to put in my sheep skin insoles for extra comfort ASAP. But they were good for now.

I left the house around 1230. And went to Southside diner for lunch. Which was nice. I watched my little videos and ate my food.

I thankfully have not been as quick to nausea but I also am just anxious. I don't know if I am feeling my baby or if it's just pressure cramps in my belly. And like I hope I'm feeling them but I truly don't know. Which then makes my brain try to protect my heart and I just keep going. Well maybe I'm not pregnant anymore. I don't know what's going on in there. I have no evidence good or bad. And I don't know why I feel so worried. But also I am trying to just feel normal. 11 days until my next appointment.

I walked around five below. Got candy and chopsticks. I am missing a bunch of my chopsticks that I keep strategically around the house. So I got replacements. And a sanrio keychain. And that little humidifier I brought up before. It is hello kitty shaped.

And then I was at the museum. I was happy to sit with James for a bit. I got to chat with Paula about the confusion with my pay and she said I'm getting business cards! I got lots of laughs about my home made events name tag and they said they were going to order me a new one too. Feels nice to feel a part of the team.

James went to take their break and I would join Jesse on a walkthrough for a bit to answer some print questions. I would chat with Jessica who is almost ready to have her baby! She made me feel a little more secure. I appreciate that she was willing to listen to me and she told me her good things. It was a nice conversation.

The event tonight was a charity for scholarships for kids who's parents were maimed or killed in workplace accidents. And everyone has been really nice. I felt very on top of stuff. Not the av or tech stuff. Which I had to call Jesse to help with. But everything else has been good.

I would run around with catering for a while. Checking in with the event organizers. But mainly I've been at the desk knitting. I got 5 squares done. Very productive. I also had lovely conversations with people. And the catering had the good focaccia and feta spread. So I was very happy.

Things are winding down now though. So I'm going to go help direct clean up. And hopefully we get to go home early.

I hope you all have a nice night and a good day tomorrow. Be safe. Goodnight!!

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Iron Man 2: Part Six

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Ivan (that's his name, not Whiplash) is taken to an Italian jail where Tony visits him. He wants to know why did he what he did and where he got that arc reactor while you have a secret meeting with Natasha and Fury.

"Hope you enjoyed the show," you tell Natasha. "Could have used your help."

"Not with this one. You handled it perfectly," Fury says. "Have you thought more about it?"

"I'm willing to give it a try if everyone else is. I hear you're trying to recruit Tony," you say and look at Natasha.

"I never said Tony."

"Wait, you want to take the Iron Man suit from him? Did you not watch what happened at the Senate meeting? He won't give it to you."

"He might for you."

"No, not even for me. Look, I know Tony is messy and impulsive and reckless but he invented the suit. He is Iron Man. You're not going to find anyone better to wear that suit."

"He's dying."

"She said you were working on it."

"We are. We just need to prepare ourselves in case Tony can't live up to the challenge."

"And you think Hawkeye and Black Widow can live up to the challenge?" Natasha raises an eyebrow at you but you just wink at her. "What if I say they're not a good fit?"

"Look, all I'm asking you to do is take a moment and think about the dangers Earth is in. Look how easy it was for you and Carol to come here. Earth doesn't have the right amount of protection it needs to prevent such disasters from happening. If we put together a group of remarkable people, then Earth doesn't need to worry about dying."

"Who says Earth needs protecting?"

"You and everyone else who comes in here with threats on their backs. People are going to die if we're not prepared. Now, is that what you want?"

"Who else do you have lined up for this?"

"Right now, it's just you four. We're working on someone else, but you're on a need-to-know basis with that one."

"Who is it?" Fury stares at you without answering. "Fine. I'll talk to Tony and knock some common sense into him."

"That's all I ask."

After you've left the meeting with them, the thought of Earth's safety weighs heavily on your shoulders. Fury is right. Look how easy it was for you to come here. You're not a threat to anyone that doesn't deserve it, but imagine if you had been. What would your life be like if you had stuck to Markus' plan? You can kill millions with a single thought, and that's exactly what Markus wanted to do. 

If the choice came down to it, would you be able to destroy Earth? Would you ever be put in a position to do so? The team Fury is putting together is meant to protect Earth from being that can do what you can do. What if you have to destroy it in order to protect it? Are you really going to put your life at risk to save a planet so small and meaningless compared to the rest of the galaxy? The rest of the universe? 

There are a ton of other Earth-like planets that need help. Why risk your life for this one? Markus ensured you wouldn't survive the trials but you did. He poked, prodded, electrocuted, drowned, burned, and buried you to make sure that the serum inside your body was fit for a whole army. You weren't meant to survive... but you did.

Then came the Kree and that was almost as bad as what Markus did to you. The only difference was you had Yondu to go through it with you. Oh, Yondu. Is he even alive? Is Peter? Yondu made you see that even through all the torture, there can be good.

It shouldn't be like this, but it is.

Even way before you met the Kree and Yondu when you were on foreign planets, governments wanted to use you for the powers you had, so you had to do some unspeakable things to people in order to get the information they wanted. You've been through so much shit in your lifetime, so why are you going through it all for one measly planet?

While on the plane ride back to the States, you think about the Avengers Initiative and what it could mean for you. You splash water on your face in the small airplane bathroom and dry it with a scratchy paper towel. Your reflection stares back at you in disappointment but you ignore her as you turn off the bathroom light. You're on your way back to your seat when you overhear a conversation between Tony and Pepper.

"Tony, what are you not telling me?" Pepper asks softly.

"I don't want to go home. At all. Let's cancel my birthday party and... We're in Europe. Let's go to Venice, Cipriani. Remember?" he chuckles.

"Oh, yes."

That was the time that you three went to Venice and got super drunk. Someone ended up getting naked and you're not going to say who.

"It's a great place to be healthy."

"I don't think this is the right time. We're in kind of a mess."

"Yeah, but maybe that's why it's the best time. Then we can--"

"Well, I think as the CEO I need to show up," she interrupts him.

"As CEO, you are entitled to a leave."

"A leave?"

"A company retreat," he corrects himself.

"A retreat? During a time like this?"

"Just a ride. I'm just saying to recharge our batteries and figure it all out."

"Not everybody runs on batteries Tony," she sighs.

You look around the corner to see Tony and Pepper close together. He wants something to happen between him and Pepper. You can see it in the way he looks at her and talks to her. Bucky used to look at you like that. Why are you so hung up on him? You were with him for nearly a decade. You've been with Ikaris for nine hundred years, and you're not acting like this with him. Everyone has one great love in their life, and Bucky just so happened to be yours.

You sigh, head back to your seat, and stare out the window.

Once you got back home, the first thing you do is look up who the fuck Ivan Vanko is. You and Tony sit in one of his vintage cars while Jarvis rolls through everything he knows about Anton Vanko. Jarvis whips through different news articles and websites pertaining to the man as he speaks about them.

"Query complete sir. Anton Vanko was a Soviet physicist who defected to the United States in 1963. However, he was accused of espionage and was deported in 1967. His son, Ivan, who is also a physicist, was convicted of selling Soviet-era weapons-grade plutonium to Pakistan and served fifteen years in Kopeisk prison. No further records exist."

You look at Tony to see his reaction, and it's not a good one. He looks sick like death and it has everything to do with the thing in his chest.

"Tony?"

He doesn't answer you when you say his name for a second time. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rhodey enter the lab. He's not happy.

"Tony, you gotta get upstairs and get on top of this situation right now. Listen. I've been on the phone with the National Guard all day trying to talk them out of rolling tanks up your driveway, knocking down your front door, and taking these." He points to the many suits Tony's made that are standing on the far side of the lab. "They're gonna take your suits, Tony, okay? They're sick of the games. You said nobody else would possess this technology for twenty years. Well, guess what? Somebody else had it yesterday. It's not theoretical anymore." Tony doesn't answer him and Rhodey walks to the front of the car in concern. "Are you listening to me? Are you okay?"

"Let's go," he whispers. 

You get out of the car first through the passenger side door and Tony follows. As soon as he's on his own two feet, he crumbles to the ground and uses the car for support. You're by his side instantly and help him up. Things haven't gotten this bad and you're scared that he doesn't have a lot of time yet.

"Hey, man. Are you alright?" Rhodey panics.

"He needs to get to his desk," you urge.

Rhodey helps you bring Tony over to his desk. You already know what to do since this has happened before. You grab the cigar box by one of his computers and open it to reveal the palladium cores. He has five left. Tony removes the arc reactor from his chest to take out the old palladium core which is smoking and is corroded.

"Is that supposed to be smoking?" Rhodey asks.

"No," you answer and hand Tony the new core.

"If you must know, it's neutron damage. It's from the reactor wall."

"You had this in your body?" He doesn't answer. "How about the high-tech crossword puzzle on your neck?"

If that "high-tech crossword puzzle" gets to his brain, then he's dead.

"Road rash," he sighs and puts the arc reactor back into his chest. He grabs the cup containing the liquid Jarvis told him to drink and takes a sip. Rhodey hasn't stopped staring at him since. "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you. You wanna do this whole lone gunslinger act and it's unnecessary. You don't have to do this alone."

"Save it, Rhodey. I've tried to tell him this but he's not listening to me," you sigh.

"Well, I wish I could believe that. I really do, but you two have got to trust me. Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing."

"It's hard to believe that when you're acting like you don't."

"I know what I'm doing," he sighs and takes another sip.

At first, Tony didn't want to have a birthday party but now he's all for it. His birthdays in the past have gotten a little out of hand, and you know this one will end in a disaster. You and Tony are in his room trying to get ready but he's staring at the arc reactor on his chest. Slinging out from all directions of the reactor is what Rhodey liked to call the high-tech crossword puzzle. It's spreading fast and you're not sure how you can get your point across to Tony who is going to die if this isn't fixed.

"You're going to die if you don't do something about this," you whisper and tap on the reactor. "Look at what it's doing to your body, Tony. You're up to eighty-nine percent. Eleven more and you're dead. How many times do I have to say it before it gets through to you?"

Someone knocks on the door and Natasha enters wearing a cheetah print dress with black spaghetti straps. She has a habit of wearing dresses that accentuate her figure. She is holding a box of expensive watches for Tony to pick. She really is taking this Natalie character seriously.

"Do you know which watch you'd like to wear tonight, Mr. Stark?"

Tony snaps back into reality and starts buttoning up his shirt. You look at Natasha and slightly shake your head to let her know it's not good.

"I'll give them a look. I should cancel the party."

"Probably."

"Yes, it's ill-timed and inappropriate," you say.

"Gold face, brown hand. The Jaeger. I'll give that a look. Bring them over," Tony changes the subject.

Natasha does as she's told and brings him the box of watches. He chooses the one he wants and leaves the room, not without another look at you. Tony stands by his dresser and stares at the watch in his hands.

"Do you love her?" you ask. His back stiffens at the question but he doesn't answer verbally. His body language does it for him. "If you plan on making this your final birthday party, then she has a right to know. By not telling her, you're disrespecting her, and I think you'd have more integrity than that."

You let him think about your words alone.

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[cagedchoices]

CALEB & CHILDHOOD

There aren't a ton of details given about what Caleb's childhood was like, really just a few glimpses from when he was abandoned by his mom. But according to his personal timeline which is listed in YY/MM/DD format, Caleb and his mom went to the Ocean Diner together on March 20th, 2031.

I'm guessing they ordered cheeseburgers for lunch because that's what appears to be on the table in front of both of them and it would connect to the fact that Caleb always orders a cheeseburger when he goes to this diner. Then at one point during their meal, Caleb's mom got up and told him she was going to use the restroom. Caleb, having no reason to think that his mom would deliberately abandon him, sits quietly at the booth for quite some time while he waits for her to come back. But she never does.

After telling Caleb she'll buy him breakfast and bringing him to the diner, Dolores offers him a tablet with a scanned transcript and tells him to read it. When he first starts reading, he doesn't know what it is, but as soon as he reads the phrase "I don't know what to do, my mom—" he realizes that this is what he said when he was a kid

She tells him "You sat in that spot for 5 hours. Your mother never returned." But I don't think he just sat around a full 5 hours before he first decided to ask for help, it was probably more like 15-20 minutes before he went "she's been gone quite a while...hope everything's okay in there..." 30 minutes before he went, "this is not normal, I'm getting worried something happened to her." 45 minutes or an hour and he decided "I'm very worried and I'm calling for help" and asked the waitress if he could use the phone.

Then the remaining 4 hours was likely just waiting, hoping his mom would realize she forgot and come back to get him and that hope growing dimmer every minute that nothing happened, and then just waiting until someone from social services was available to come pick him up.

I headcanon little details around like the waitress checking the bathrooms to see if maybe Caleb's mom got trapped in there or fell unconscious by some accident. Periodically checking outside the diner to see if she would come back or just be seen wandering around out there on the street. Telling Caleb he's welcome to listen to whatever songs he wants on that jukebox at his booth while he waits. Caleb punching in a few songs and thinking "That's cool and all but I really just want my mom."

Caleb remembers one of the humanizing details of this memory is that the waitress was named Sara. Sara brought him a strawberry milkshake hoping it would help calm him down and feel better. Instead of helping anything, [tw: emetophobia] his nerves just cause him to throw up and take the situation from bad to worse.

When Dolores brings Caleb to the diner after she rescues him, she tells the waitress "He'll take a cheeseburger and a strawberry shake, no nuts, two cherries" and orders for him, informing him afterwards that he comes to the same diner every year, sits at the same booth, and orders the same thing. I don't know why it's February 23rd he goes and not February 2nd, his birthday - or March 20th, the day he was abandoned, but the more I think about it, the more I wonder if it's a way of taking back control.

Maybe the idea was that if he visits the diner on his birthday or on the anniversary of when the traumatic experience of being left occurred, he's going to have a certain expectation of how the day is going to be and it's more likely to wind up being a bad day. But if he visits on just a regular day in-between that, he's less likely to expect things will go poorly. Or maybe someone just got a date wrong in the script and I'm putting too much energy into this. Anything is possible.

Six months after Caleb's mom goes missing, she is found and diagnosed with schizophrenia and then admitted to a mental institution. Once again, Incite doesn't elaborate on any of the emotional aspects of how this would've made Caleb Feel, so it's all free real estate. I imagine this would've devastated him. "What do you mean I can't go home with my mom? Why are they sending her away?" and that sort of thing.

I think before the abandonment, Caleb and his mom had a good bond and that's part of why he continues to carry those memories with him into the present day - he hasn't given up on her. He spends time with her in the treatment facility every week. He kisses her on the forehead before he leaves. He brings her favorite books to her and he cares about her interests enough to remember what her favorite books actually are. He pays her medical expenses even if he has to commit crimes to make sure he has enough money for it.

He does all of this despite the fact that she left him behind as a kid and doesn't recognize him anymore. She tells him he's not her son the first time we watch them interact. The second, she calls him a good boy, thanks him, and asks him who he is. Then she tells him she wants her son back. That can't be an easy thing for Caleb to hear from his mom, but he takes care of her anyway because he feels it's the right thing to do.

In terms of his mom's diagnosis, the criteria for schizophrenia according to the DSM-5 is that a patient must exhibit at least two symptoms/traits of the disorder to qualify for diagnosis. the symptomatic criteria includes:

Delusions (i.e. fixed false beliefs)

Hallucinations

Disorganized speech

Disorganized or catatonic behavior

Negative symptoms (i.e. Decrease in emotional range, poverty of speech, and loss of interests and drive; the person with schizophrenia has tremendous inertia)

At least 1 symptom must be the presence of delusions, hallucinations, or disorganized speech.

Caleb's mom being convinced that her son is not her son...I think that qualifies as a delusion, a fixed false belief. The way I've always viewed it is she's expecting her son to show up and still be an 8 year old boy. She's not connecting that the 35 year old man who comes to visit her every week is who that kid grew up to be. Her abandoning him at the diner could have been a result of either disorganized or catatonic behavior, or negative symptoms such as a decrease in her emotional range or the loss of interest/drive/motivation to be a mother.

In contrast to his mom's significance in his life, there is never a single mention of Caleb having a father, and being a good dad to Frankie is something that he seems to struggle with to some degree. It's like there's an underlying feeling of insecurity that he's not good enough to be a father and that maybe Rehoboam was right in restricting his marriage and reproductive freedom. It doesn't help that he's sitting on 7 years of unresolved trauma triggers and the symptoms of anxiety and depression that most likely have him wondering "Why am I still not happy with what I've got?"

Me, personally, I choose to think he grew up without a father, so he doesn't necessarily know what a good one is supposed to look like. He knows he needs to show up, to be there for his daughter, which is likely more than his dad ever did for him...but even with that, sometimes there's a fuss in how he goes about this.

Uwade raises the concern that Caleb is teaching Frankie to be like him in all the worst ways for a young girl to emulate. He's a soldier with PTSD, so now his daughter acts like a soldier with PTSD, and it just reinforces this idea that he is Not being a good dad.

After Caleb suggests to Uwade that he's leaving for a while to put a stop to the threat that is endangering all three of them, She states "You promised you'd be a father," and Caleb gets pretty emotional with a defense of "I am one." He knows he should stay, he'll be able to protect his family better if he's physically there to protect them. But that's something he doesn't feel like he's good enough for.

[rbbess110]

tips my hat. people (exactly 1 person) ask, i deliver.

putting this under the cut though because this will very quickly turn into a long post LMAO

behold: all of my aus/fic ideas for rent that i have so far!!

the order will be kind of random. some of those are more developed, some... less. but hope you'll enjoy anyway LMAO

Coffee shop AU

A classic, innit? A slice-of-life, cozy little AU set somewhere in the 2020s, similarly to the original showing a year in life of the characters. Roger and Maureen work together in a small cafe, Mimi joins their staff. Roger, Mark and Collins are roommates. Mark is getting a bit lost in all the projects he's trying to make. Collins is crushing on this sweet person he met recently in a thrift shop. Maureen is a bit all over the place (as she is), but she has a new roommate, Joanne, and keeps promising that she'll get herself together. Roger'll believe it once she comes into work on time for once, though. And Roger... well, Roger is still trying to get over a messy break up. And figure out his feelings for Mimi... this actually has a finished first draft, with a word count of 37k, which i wrote in two weeks. considering how many scenes i've left unfinished though, it'll probably end up around 40-45k.

it's roger pov, roger/mimi centric slow burn, with tons, tons of fluff and the bohemians being friends. oh, and i made benny not a dick in this one. his actions are still questionable sometimes, but he's actually trying to make amends. i just wanted a version where they're all friends and alive and happy, alright. i'm taking a small break from it now, but i read back and slowly edit every now and then, filling out the plot holes and little snippet:

Mark stumbled into the cafe, looking dead on his feet, almost slamming the cash onto the counter. Roger only raised his eyebrow. "Well, good morning to you too." "A latte with five extra shots of espresso. Please." He said, his tone exhausted. Roger blinked. "Oh, are you sure about that? We serve heart attacks in lots of different flavours. Cherry, vanilla, chocolate…" "Oh, fuck off." They made eye-contact, which Roger was definitely not going to be the first to break. After a minute, Mark looked away. "Alright, fine. Four shots." "Two at most." "What are you, my mom?" "A worried friend who'd rather not pay your hospital bill." Roger answered. Mark looked at him, almost offended. "It's a matter of time till you want to order a second latte, I'm not dealing with you with that much caffeine in your system, thank you very much." "I hate you." Mark mumbled, but there wasn't any heat behind it; not really. Either way, he recounted the money, so he would pay for less extra espresso shots. Roger smiled, satisfied. "Two extra shots, fine. But make it cherry."

Pirate AU

this one definitely needs some polishing, but in short:

Roger, Mark, Collins and Benny used to be pirates, but now that things fell apart, Benny is away, having married a princess, and the rest of the crew is just... trying to settle down.

Would've been easier if Roger didn't have one more thing he has to do before he retires and can spend his life as a bard in peace, though. Oh, and without Benny after them for whatever reason, as if he wasn't the one that betrayed them. But that's besides the point. This all leads to the gang's last adventure on the sea, during which they may find a bit more than they were looking for.

i have... a very loose idea for a plot there, with a few more solid plot points. mimi was actually supposed to be a mermaid here, but with how the plot is developing, it feels a bit forced now?? so i don't know if i'll end up keeping it in. but in turn angel is like a sorceress/alchemist and makes enchanted clothes and that's very cool. also there's a curse involved. that's pretty cool, too. not for roger but no one's asking him yknow.

i'm not usually writing fantasy/adventure stories, but that one is rotating in my head. there's found family but also pretty much everyone is hiding something, but they learn to slowly trust each other more over time? but also it definitely has some "it gets worse before it gets better" in there. but don't worry, i'm literally unable to write something with a sad ending.

...well, in fanfic at least LMAO

and it is, once again, roger pov and mimi/roger centric

right now i only have small bits written for it, but i'd estimate if i do write it, the whole thing might fit somewhere in the word count range of 20-50k. that is a big range but i'm shit at estimating it anyway so LMAO

and a small snippet:

"So you… Don't even have a ship?" Mark and Roger gave each other a long glance. Mark pouted slightly, fixing up his glasses. "We used to have one." "But you don't anymore." Mimi clarified. Mark looked away pointedly, while Roger held her glance. "You don't have a ship. What kind of shit pirates are you?"

Pirate/Mermaid AU

this sounds very similar to the last one BUT this time angel/collins centric with pirate!collins and mermaid!angel. i have barely any content for this though, just the concept of the "you okay, honey?" but little mermaid style.

also i'd definitely play around with the idea of mermaids not really having a concept of gender for that one. or being genderfluid. something of sorts. i adore that concept in general, and it seems to be very fitting for angel. in my opinion

for now i don't have a more elaborate plot in mind though, but i've always thought of it as a bit of a smaller project. maybe one-shot material, even? but who knows...

Vampire AU

this... this is the one i've probably been working on the most lately, skdfjh. to sum up:

A vampire AU, kind of rivals to lovers? I wouldn't go far enough to call it enemies to lovers, but there is some killing each other (or trying to kill each other) involved. Mimi used to be a vampire hunter, but after a very unfortunate turn of events she ends up being a vampire. This isn't ideal, and she'd rather not become one of the monsters she swore to destroy, but there is one more thing that doesn't let her rest peacefully. And since she got the chance of tying loose ends before she dies for good, it wouldn't be terrible if she took it. Right?

Also, Roger - her sire - apparently needs her help, which makes his claims about not being the one to actually kill her very unconvincing. But it's not like she has anywhere else to go now, anyway. Let this be an exchange of favors before they part ways.

...okay, now, i'll admit. i don't know shit about vampires. but this idea absolutely took over my brain. it's somewhat inspired by the concept of one karlnapity fic i read once upon a time, so if the premise sounds a bit familiar and you've been in the dsmp fandom that's probably why LMAO. good fic, even if i'm not really in the fandom anymore for... obvious reasons. but that's a side note; back to rent

roger, mark, maureen, collins and obviously mimi are vampires in the au. angel and joanne are witches. before being turned, mimi actually ran the supernatural-hunting business with benny, who she was... more than co-workers with. but their relationship was complicated to say the least. there's a couple of mysteries to be resolved, and i'm myself wondering how the hell am i planning to solve them, not really having written much fantasy/adventure stories. but i'll figure it out?? it's been really fun so far. it's probably the most angsty out of all the aus, but yknow. you gotta... torture the blorbos sometimes. just to gently pat them on the heads later.

also this is mimi pov!! and once again. roger/mimi centric. you may... start to see i'm not very normal about them.

if i do write this, it might even be a ~70k word project, but for now i've barely written 9k for it. but i'm... getting there. slowly. however, since most of the scenes i write are from the finale for whatever reason, i don't have many snippets that work out well of context. and the ones that do need rewrites by now. but like... i promise you it's good, LMAO

Fake Dating AU

Your classic college AU with fake dating! After his painful break up with April, Roger isn't really thinking about dating someone anytime soon. But while planning their annual trip for winter break, wanting to shut Maureen's mouth for five seconds, he says he's seeing someone. Which is a problem, because it's very much not true, but now his friends are expecting him to take this person with him. And if he admits that he lied, Maureen isn't ever letting go of this.

Mark's solution to this problem is less than ideal, if you were to ask Roger. He says he knows a performing arts student who's been looking for a project for the upcoming break, since she doesn't have anything to do anyway. Roger is sure that pretending to be some guy's girlfriend isn't exactly the type of acting gig she was looking for, but there's no harm in asking, right? It's not like this can get any worse.

this little thing is my fluff supply for now that i'm taking a break from the coffee shop au for a bit; when i'm done playing in my angsty puddle that is vampire au, i usually go splash in the chaotic rom-com energy this has.

it's a smaller project though, for now i'm planning for 15k split into 3 chapters of around 5k words. we'll see how that'll end up (the coffee shop au also was supposed to be 15-20k words, mind you.)

a snippet:

"So how did we meet?" Mimi looks up at him from over her burger. There's BBQ sauce in the corner of her mouth, and yet she's the one looking at him as if he's the one that has something on his face. "What?" "I mean, we need a story. You don't think we can just improv through this. Do you?" He asks, his tone growing into slight concern as Mimi's smile grows wider with his every word. "Do you?" "I mean, I'm pretty damn good at improv." "Mimi-" "I'm kidding!"

Florist / Tattoo Artist AU

this one is very sweet, but sadly has no plot, just vibes.

but basically: mark and roger are running a flower shop together. mimi opens up a tattoo parlour next to them. chaos ensues.

i'm not quite sure if i'm setting this in nyc or in a smaller town, for, you know, Vibes. especially since i wanted other characters to have small businesses too (to be exact: i thought collins running a cafe/bookstore, and maureen owning a bar. angel makes jewelry but she sells it online <3)

i have bits written for it but once again nothing that works well out of context so no snippet here :((

Royal AU

this one is a new one. like, came up with it yesterday kind of new. but, in short:

Mark's a prince, Collins is his royal advisor and Roger is his knight. Maureen is a princess Mark is supposed to marry. Joanne is probably Maureen's knight.

Mimi is an assassin, who's supposed to get rid of Mark. But for that, she'll have to get through Roger first.

(Angel is there too, but she's chilling in this AU. Like a librarian or a street musician or something. I'm still thinking)

i have... so many potential plot ideas with this that i don't even know where to begin. it was supposed to be mimi/roger centric (sighs. of course it was.) but i'm starting to like the idea of maureen and joanne running off together and i'd like to see their pov during that. but then i have no idea what the rest would be doing as they run away? you'd have to give me more time to piece this all together. but. i'm really vibing with this idea. i'm really, really vibing with that one.

Ghosts AU flavour 1

After getting into a near-death accident, Roger starts seeing ghosts. This isn't all that terrible; in fact, Collins and Angel - the dead people that he's sharing an apartment with - are very chill, and Mark - the alive person he's sharing an apartment with - thinks that this is actually very cool.

There's also a third ghost, Mimi, but there's something... different about her. He has a weird feeling that maybe, just maybe, she isn't actually dead...?

for the mimi/roger plotline i'm thinking something in the vibes of "just like heaven" (the rom-com movie with reese witherspoon and mark ruffalo). also lots of sweet collins/angel. if it's established relationship or getting together on their part i'm not sure. this is also vibes mostly and little plot for now, skjhd

Ghosts AU flavour 2

AU where it's Collins that for some reason starts seeing ghosts. Mark, Roger, Maureen and Joanne are ghosts who apparently live in his apartment.

There's a lot of shenanigans on the side, and a bigger plotline with Roger wanting Collins' help to find the ghost of his lover, Mimi; but the main plot is the developing relationship between Collins and Angel, a medium he asks for help with solving the ghosts' problems...

another fairly similar ghosts au but this time more collins/angel centric <33

And to wrap the list up, there's also a superhero/supervillain au, but there's... there's genuinely not much there besides the fact that i'd make bohemians the villains probably, and i think roger should have some sort of charmspeak as his power. that sounds like it would be cool

IF YOU GOT TO THIS POINT THANK YOU???? this took. a second. to write LMAO. but i'll always take a chance to ramble about those

if you have questions, feel free to ask them. i'm more than happy to talk about any of my AUs. always

to sum up: i'm not normal about mimi and roger. or any of rent for the record. thank you for reading

and. @wickedlittlecup pspsps here are the aus!! you wanted to see them :DD

if anyone's wondering i just reached the number of 10 rent aus in my notes. i have draft documents for 5 of them, 3 i'm actively working on.

i'm going insane about them.

[yeahyeahchloe]

It Wasnt in my Head (2)

(a/n: ok chapter 2 time. ty for the love on chapter 1!! fyi.. reader is definitely based off me, so if you don't like her pls be nice about it! pls tell me if u see any typos. ♡︎)

Summary: Abby is the starting linebacker at UW and when her team starts to falter her coach decides to get the team into ballet, in order to teach them that grace and stability is important in football too. Abby is just as upset about her teammates about this, until she sees her pretty new ballet teacher...

dancer!reader x football!abby

!!ABBY IS STRAIGHT IN THE BEGINNING. READER IS HER GAY AWAKENING!!

I always knew I was meant to dance.

Ever since I first walked into a dance studio I knew it was just where I was supposed to be. My "calling" or whatever.

I walked into the familiar building with the familiar smell of rosin and wood flooding through my nostrils. I set down my ballet bag and began stretching, still in my sweatshirt and sweatpants.

It had been a week since Coach Vonn asked me to help with his teams little "issue" and the first day was finally here.

Its safe to say I'm absolutely fucking terrified.

I mean I know most girls hate the idea of being locked in a small studio with large groups of men, but as a lesbian?? Way way fucking worse.

As I was stretching I heard the door shut a good few times signaling that said men were coming in, but I chose to ignore it for the five minutes before the class actually started since I was sweating like a pig. Unfortunately that five minutes seemed to pass in seconds and it was time for me to get started.

I finally walked over to stand in front of a large group of men all staring at me. Waiting.

"Alright, I guess it's time to get started," I announced, pulling the quiet conversations in the room to a halt. "Ok we can just-"

The door slammed open interrupting me with a bang, I turned to yell at the person interrupting my class when I felt my breathing stop.

The person who opened the door stood now inside the studio, out of breath from rushing in. She was tall, taller than some of the other men on the team, with the most stunning honey blonde hair rolling down her back in a simple braid. She had a broad nose, yet softer eyes.

And to top it all off she was fucking MASSIVE.

And she was so fucking pretty.

"I'm so so sorry I'm late there was a train and then I couldn't find parking," The woman said in a voice as soft as silk.

I snapped out of my daze to answer the blonde in front of me,

"Oh, you're fine! We were just getting started," I told her, struggling to find my words.

She stalled for a minute looking in my direction for a little longer, but eventually looked away and nodded her head up at a few of her teammates in greeting.

"Uhmmm, ok! As I was saying, we can just get started with an introduction. My name Y/n L/n and I'm a junior here at WU. I was asked by Coach Vonn to teach you guys some ballet basics, in hopes of improving your muscle control, stamina, balance and, like, a ton of other things, um, we can just get started off with some stretching, which I know you all already know how to do that," I began, hoping to sound as put together and professional as possible.

Everyone began to stretch as I watched and observed them all.

Well, watched and observed the blonde who burst in earlier.

She had taken off her sweatshirt, so her deliciously large arms were now on full display, flexing with every movement. And her hands, god her hands, they were large too. The tendons that sat atop, her hands moved just as much as the muscles on her arms did.

I finally decided to tear my eyes away after realizing that I was staring for a creepily long amount of time.

"Ok, everyone lets start by learning our positions," I announced to the room.

The rest of the lesson went as they always do, and at the end I got a few thank yous, and everyone left.

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My front door made the same usual clanking noise as it unlocked, before I threw it opened and walked in, taking off my shoes at the door.

"Hey bitch!" A voice hollered from the kitchen.

Heyyy D!" I called back walking into the room.

Dina was seriously my favorite person. I had met her last year when I saw an ad on craigslist that said she was looking for a roommate. Hindsight says that using a craigslist ad to find a roommate was probably not a very good idea, but it worked out in the end.

"Were going to a motherfuckin party tonight!" She exclaimed, eating her microwave nachos.

"Aw, D, come on you know I hate parties," I reminded her as I grabbed my own plate and the bag of tortilla chips to start a dinner of my own.

"Y/nnnn I really really wanna get out and do something! I've been doing classes and sitting at home all. day." She groaned.

Her and Jesse must have gotten into another fight.

"Uhhhhmmmmmmnnuuugghhh yesokfine," I answered Dina, as she gave me her best puppy dog eyes. "I guess I deserve a night off too,"

"Hell yeah you do! Ok eat quick because we leave at 10,"

I glanced to the bright red numbers on the oven that read 8:45 and ate my now ready nachos slightly quicker.

I walked into my room and to my dresser and decided on a super basic party outfit: a mini dress.

My hair looked fine down, so I left it as I touched up my makeup from the day.

"Oh by the way, Ellie is coming and she says her friend is gonna meet us there," Dina told me after bursting into my room unannounced.

I smiled at that. I loved Ellie. She was a lot like me in many ways, and she was the one who helped me realize I was into girls.

She was also Dina's best friend so I kind of had to like her.

Around thirty minutes later Dina and I heard honking outside n signaling to us that Ellie had arrived to get us.

We both locked up, walked down the many stairs of our apartment complex, and piled into Ellie's car.

"Hey Els!" I said, sliding into the backseat.

"Hey sweet thing, how've you been?" She asked, eyeing me in her rearview mirror.

"Oh y'know, busy. Get this, I have to teach the football team how to do ballet, per their coaches request. Can you believe that shit? Its like watching a bunch of babies take their first steps," I answered her with my regular joking tone.

She snorted before following it with: "Jesus, looks like you need tonight more than Dina does,"

"Tell me about it,"

We pulled up to the house after another 5 minutes or so full of conversation.

And of fucking course.

Greek letters were proudly hung on the front of said house.\

"Dina, really? I didn't know this was a fucking frat," I told my friend, annoyance lacing my voice.

"Well I knew if I told you, you wouldn't have come," She turned around and looked at me while Ellie parked.

"Ok yeah I guess that's fair," I grumbled from the backseat.

I hate frats. Too many annoying misogynists who think they have a chance.

We got out of the car and approached the entrance where loud music was heard from a few feet away.

Here we fucking go.

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[heyitschartic]

hi! I saw u recommended artist formerly known as bonesaw, do u have any other worm fic recs? bonesaw is my fav character but god I am so desperate to read good worm fics in general

I have been sitting on this ask for a very long time thinking about it. I've been in this fandom so fucking long that fics have just started to pile on top of each other in my head, so I think the best thing to do is just to recc every single thing I can think of at this moment and give my reason why. There's a lot of good fics out there buried under all the trash! This is going to be a long one, so I'll cut it off here so you don't have to scroll down past all my bullshit. In no specific order...

I have a post here going over some of my favorite authors and the works they produced, so I won't redo what I said there. I think for every one of them, you should definitely check out everything they've done because it is just fucking amazing writing. Most of their stories live in my head rent free at all times, even the stuff I didn't post in that thread.

Glowspider is one of the people I should have included on that list. Her writing is just wonderful, though I'd recc her Pact stuff just as eagerly as her Worm stuff. Lady Tremaine at the Kitchen Table just hits in all the worst ways. For Worm though, Valleyxandria, a story about Valley-girl Alexandria obviously, and Golf Morning, Gold Morning retold as a golf match, are some fucking killer stories. Some of the funniest written. It's Cold Out There Every Day was easily my favorite fic for last year, a story about Missy stuck in a time loop, and still holds my heart in a death grip. BROCKTON is a Riverdale/Worm fusion and oh my god does Glows just nail everything with this.

K800 is another amazing author and no I'm not biased shut up. She's a great writer who has put out a ton of stuff, both Otherverse and Worm. Luz Mala is a great story about an ex-villain on the run in Argentia. Wonderful story and criminally underliked. Forward is the canon-compliant story about Taylor post-gm trying to get better. It's lovely, rips at your heartstrings, and is one of the only good portrayals of how Taylor would be after Gold Morning. Bitter But Sweet is the fandoms only coffeeshop AU and it is wonderful. The name suits it perfectly and Taylor is very gay. Soliloquy is a story based off one of mine (not biased), Taylor who was in the S9 reconnecting with the clone that was made of her during Gold Morning. Very cute, very sad, all that good shit.

Hopeful Penguin fucking PUMPS out words, I don't know how the man does it, and it's all good too, some type of devil contract. He has so many I would recc, but to not fill up the page, I'll give some short ones. Def check out: Flare, a post-gm Taylor dropped in the New York Behemoth fight. It definitely nails a really good from-the-ground look at it. High Soaring Above a perfect look at the life of Hannah Washington before Brockton Bay. Balestra, a love story in the style of This is How You Lose The Time War between Alexandria and Rebecca.

Harbin wisely left this dustbowl fandom, but they are one of the greats. Their snippet thread is wonderful and full of so many great ideas (I love the one about Bakuda switching out with her normal-earth counterpart), but to focus on their stories. Cutting Ties is Taylor with Jack Slash's power. Really well written, interesting concept, but it does do the Rune redemption thing (something the author wishes they hadn't gone with). I still recc it because it's just really good. Overhaul is about Taylor with Sphere's powers, struggling with her tinkering and her disability. Scour is about Taylor with Shatterbird's powers wandering through the desert after she triggered. Very thoughtful, I love it.

Omega_93 needs to post more because all of their works bring joy to my heart. Timeslip is a story about a Taylor clone waking up during the Teacher raid in ward. The reunion between Taylor and the Undersiders is just <3 and all the hints at what's going on behind the scenes intrigues me horribly. See is a short story about Bonesaw in Twig and I think it nails Riley. Just this fucked up girl trying to figure out how to even slightly act like a normal human. Finally, Larva is about a clone of Taylor joining Breakthrough. Just a really fun idea with great execution.

Redcoat Officer has written so many amazing stories, most focusing on original characters too. Ghost in the Flesh is a runaway hit about Sonnie from Love, Death and Robots joining Faultline's Crew. Finished and fantastic! Nightcrawler is an OC story about a Case 53 in Seattle. Finally, for those begging for more Undersiders he made Good People, a Shadowrun cross where the entire worm world is made into the Shadow run world (the shadow verse?) Very fun crime, great writing, and I love how the worlds are integrated!

Discreet is an author that it just shocks me how many fucking amazing stories they've written, banger after banger. It Starts With One is their most famous fic for a reason. A very political story about Alexandria and Skitter fighting it out over Capitalism. A Word is another beautiful story about Taylor with a version of Jack Slash's power. It's a beautiful story about writing and language and being understood. Lost Cat, Please Help is a great story about a case 53 being found far after Gold Morning ended. Really love the main character. The Girl in the Room is an interactive story and I won't say a word, it speaks for itself. Finally One-Sided Rival, a story about Sophia after Gold Morning and how she deals. All amazing.

God this is getting long, only individual stories from now on.

Rank is the Worm story. If you're going to read anything, read this. it's a story about Carrie Kobayashi, a refugee from Japan after Leviathan, joining the PRT and making her way in San Fransisco. It's a fucking behemoth of a story, going all the way from 2004 to Gold Morning and fuck it uses its words well. It covers so much shit, the main character is fantastic, and it is one of the best works someone could create from Worm. PLEASE read this.

Something else to definitely check out is the Parahumans Zine. It's long, it's wonderful, and it covers so many different stories and ideas. A fuckton of love was put into this thing by so many different people and it shows. The little weld article, about a kid saying how Weld inspired him is something I still think about from time to time. Oh my god I love this piece of work.

Bubbles Always Pop is a bittersweet story about Bakuda, who she was and how she got there. It kills me reading it. Some people say it's better without the epilogue, but for me, it would be hard to handle it without.

Throttle is a story about Taylor who turns into a car. It is a fucking insane ride (appropriate I suppose) about burnout Taylor and her best friend Bitch. It scratches that itch for bad bitch stories, I wish there was more.

We Appreciate Power is an insane story. A peggy sue where Emma gets sent back to before Taylor triggers and does her best to stop Taylor from doing it and become as bad a bitch as possible to prove how much better she is.

This is cheating cause it's a snip thread, but Quantum Prompts has some of my favorite snips in this whole fandom. One More and For That Girl make me cry every time I read them.

Just One More Thing, Mr Anders is the story about Columbo taking out Max Anders. The author has a snip thread that is hit or miss(still might wanna check it out, some good stuff there), but this story is a definite hit. Nails Columbo's whole vibe and watching Anders bring himself down is incredibly enjoyable.

In Golden Armour is a love story between Lisa Wilbourn and an OC. I love this romance so much and Corey is wonderful. Definitely one of the better, if not the best, love stories out there.

Voracity is a Case 53 quest about a fun and frightening girl figuring out her place in the world. Cirrata is a delight and her personality just makes you want to see what she does next.

By the same author, Rein is a story about Taylor able to summon Taylor (based off Fate stuff, I don't know that though). It nails the voices of Taylor from four different times in her life and really plays into a lot of fun stuff that would come up in this scenario.

Mixed Feelings is a fabulous story about Astrid, a gay girl born into the Empire dealing with her feelings, her past from a horrible father, and her look towards a future. It can be a very heavy read. This story is a main stay in the fandom, been updating forever, and it's always a joy to see it.

East of Eden, god what a fucking trip of a story. Eden dies and rebirths herself as Taylor Hebert. Shit just gets wilder from there. It seems like a cracky premise, but it plays it so well, managing to make it through the end of the world and end on an upbeat note. I love this story and I hope you do too <3

From the same author, The Countess is perhaps the story I should have recommended first. A Count of Monte Cristo fusion that...well listen, you hear that premise and it manages to mesh the worlds together into a beautiful tapestry. God it's just so wonderful and the kind of thing I'm begging for more of.

City of Salt is a wild story told from a bunch of different viewpoints about Brockton after Behemoth hits instead of Leviathan. It has beautiful artwork, covers so many interesting threadlines, and has an insane companion fic about three Echidna Taylor clones in the Wards.

Agent of Cauldron is the sort of fic we need a lot more of. It fleshes out the worm world in a ton of ways, builds on what Cauldron is and adds so many new and interesting characters. This story is wild and I'd recommend it just to see what they added.

Tabloid was one of the original greats by one of the best artists in the fandom, long gone for better pastures. It follows a cape paparazzi and they are a joy of a main character and the art work is amazing too. A definite read.

Dragon Unbound is another oldie but a goldie. The Dragon that Defiant created in the Epilogue gets free and goes to live her own life. Really fun and entertaining. The sort of thing that should be recommended more.

Diary of a Professional Knockoff about a dorky girl who writes cape fanfiction and finds herself joining the PRT as an intern. Fun antics with social anxiety and tinkertech.

Alright, there are tons more I could post about but this thread is wayyyyyyy too long as it is. Besides, that should leave you thousands of things to read through in the meantime.

[darklove9314-blog]

My first prompt is... Your version of a threesome between Nessian and Hellion.

My second prompt is the first morning after Blood Rite. Nesta and Cassian still are at the River House (because I need to see Rhysand kissing the ground where Nesta walks!!!) and I would like to see Nesta being tended by Cassian because she's definitely injured. With finally Nessian revealing the Mating Ceremony for the IC 🥰🥰 You can also put their first time after they "officially" accepted the bond, Cassian is crazy to touch Nesta again and afraid of hurt her... But it will be romantic...

Author's Note: For the Ask I'm doing the second prompt, because I'm obsessed with the thought of Nesta being cared for by her mate and those around her (It also fits because I’m currently on the mend from being sick since Monday) , I'll try to get around to the other prompt eventually, but I hope you enjoy this one!!!

"Is this really necessary?" Nesta asked Cassian as he wrapped her injured ankle delicately, his fingers roaming over the bruised and swollen flesh, Nesta hadn’t truly noticed the injuries until her adrenaline had worn off and then it had felt like she had been hit by a ton of bricks. 

Cassian had caught her, scooping her up in his arms before taking her up to her room at the River House, Fyere had offered to send Madja in order to help out, but Cassian had declined her offer, Madja needed to be focused on keeping an eye on the new babe and Cassian...well, he could tend to his mate better than anyone could. 

“Yes.” He answered, propping her foot on a pillow as he finished wrapping it, the door opening before Cassian said, not hearing it, “Seeing as how we’re about to be officially mated, I’ll gladly tend to you whenever I need to.” 

Nesta’s gaze flickered up to the person at the door, stiffening slightly when she saw Rhys stalling in  the threshold, Cassian noticing Nesta’s face as he turned to see Rhysand. His face falling slightly. 

Rhys violet eyes glanced between the two, at their now intertwined hands as if he could see that golden bond between the two as his eyes widened, Nesta biting back a retort that if he had anything to say about her and Cassian's mating that he could just turn back and leave the two be, but she refrained. He knew and that was that. He could not change what was already destined in the stars to happen. He wouldn’t dare. 

“Is there something wrong?” Cassian mused, returning back to his work on her wrist, prodding it gently as Nesta winced. “With Feyre or the baby?” 

“No, I was wondering if you two needed anything.” Rhys inquired his eyes shifting between the two. 

“I think that we’re fine.” Nesta told him, Cassian staying silent as she glanced at him, wondering what kept him so. 

“Just let me know if you two need anything. You can stay for as long as you need to.” 

Nesta nodded as Rhys shut the door, her gaze going towards Cassian as he left, 

“What was that about?” She asked, Cassian’s hazel gaze flickering up to hers. 

“It’s just-” Cassian sighed slightly, putting salve on one of Nesta’s cuts, “Mates are especially protective when their mates are hurt. It may just be a sprained ankle and a twisted wrist along with a few cuts, scrapes, and bruises-”

His eyes flickered to her throat, his eyes averting at what he saw there. 

“I hurt you. I put my hands on you.” Cassian remembered as Nesta’s heart softened at the memory, her anger flaring at how Briallyn had hurt her mate, had taken away his autonomy to where he had done such things that he would have never done if he had the option to, 

Nesta took Cassian's hands, squeezing them gently, as his eyes met hers once more. 

“I feel like I’ll never forgive myself, I should have fought harder to get you, Gwyn, and Emerie out of the blood rite, I should have refused to help Azriel with the mission, I should have-” 

“You believed in me. You believed that I had the strength to do it. If you would have come after me, you would have died, and if you think your death is worth my life then you’re wrong. You are everything good in this world Cassian and I won’t let you blame yourself for things you can’t change. I’ve spent so long stuck in the past that all I want now is to look forward to the future. To look forward to all our adventures and our life together, to look forward to our mating ceremony. and-when we’re ready children, probably multiple. I’m thinking three, if that’s alright with you.” 

Cassian smiled, gently pressing a kiss to her cheek as he smiled, 

“Three really does sound like our lucky number.” Cassian mused as two cups of tea materialized before them as Nesta glanced down between them, 

“Compliments of the High Lord, I imagine.” Nesta mused as Cassian chuckled, kissing the palm of her hand, 

“I take it this isn’t the first gift you’ll be receiving from Rhys, he can be quite the giver.” 

Nesta shrugged, “I didn’t save Feyre and Nyx for him. I saved them for-” 

“I know.” Cassian smiled, pulling her to him as Nesta breathed him in, “And now all we can do is look forward to our future together.” 

“Well, I for one can’t wait.” Nesta smiled as they closed the distance between them, sealing their silent promise with a kiss. 

[its-an-obsession]

In Secret

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Requested made by @greatangelrebel : Lucas Sinclair x Harrington reader

A/N: I don't usually write for Lucas, but I'm hoping to write more for him since season four is out and I've got a ton of motivation. I also realized that this is a similar plot to the other imagine I've written for Lucas, but I didn't feel like redoing it, so...... thank you so much for requesting! Hope you like it, enjoy!

Summary: Your older brother - Steve Harrington - was pretty set on you not having a boyfriend. If you did, they'd have to go through him in order to see if they were the right fit for you. Of course, now that you were a freshmen in high school there was a high chance that Steve would have to drop his attitude. Unbeknownst to Steve, you were secretly dating Lucas Sinclair the star basketball player.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Your older brother -> Steve Harrington

Set during season four, but no spoilers!

Warnings: language

Lucas Sinclair x-reader

(At Hawkins High School)

Students walked down the hallway as I made my way to my locker. All of my fellow classmates were excited for the basketball game this coming Saturday. Lucas was eager, but a bit nervous for the game. For the past few months, the two of us had been seeing one another behind my brother's back. Every now and then, Lucas would sneak through the window in my room when my family was asleep.

Thankfully, Steve - or my parents, not that they card - hadn't noticed or known that my boyfriend would arrive in secret. If Lucas stayed the night by accident, he slips through the window and knocks on the front door to act as if he wasn't in my bed for the whole night. I already know that Steve would freak the fuck out if he found out his little sister was sneaking a boy in.

I dialed in the combination of my locker then grabbed my English textbook including the notebook that had all of my notes. I jumped at the sudden feeling of a hand on my shoulder. "Relax, it's just me," Lucas reassured, chuckling. I glanced at him and sighed.

"Sorry, was just in my head," I said.

My boyfriend smiled, shooting me wink before following me down the hallway. "Excited for the game tonight?" I asked as we walked towards our English class. Lucas sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He waved to a fellow teammates of his. "Eager. Jason's having a field day, asking everyone if they're ready for the big game," he replied. I chuckled and smiled as I felt his hand intertwine with mine.

We stepped into our class and found our spot towards the back. Lucas slipped his hand away from mine to pull a chair out for me. I shook my head in amusement and sat down with him beside me. Mr. Finley walked into the classroom with a leather satchel hanging from his shoulder. He set his bag before turning around and writing some terms on the green chalkboard.

"Everyone turn to page 186 in your textbooks," our teacher turned around, "I don't want to hear any complaining."

Lucas glanced at me which caused me to snicker. I sighed and took out of my textbook and pushed it into the middle of Lucas and I, already knowing that he left his book in his locker. He turned to the correct page and we brought our attention to the chalk board. Lucas stole glimpses at me every once awhile, occasionally making our teacher tell him to quit.

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(Later)

The cafeteria was filled with students when I walked in to grab my lunch. I grabbed a trey and got my food before walking over to where Lucas and his basketball buddies were eating. Lucas looked over his shoulder, waving me over. I smiled and sat down beside him, putting my tray in front of me. "So, Y/N you comin' to the game tonight?" Chrissy asked as she looked up from her salad.

"Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

My boyfriend winked at me and took a bite of his food. Jason threw an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders, kissing her on the cheek. If only Lucas and I could display that level of affection. The only 'level of affection' we could display was hand holding or arms over the shoulder type thing. If anyone saw something more than just 'friendly affection', Steve would definitely catch wind of it and rant; my parents didn't really care enough, keeping more attention on their work then their two kids.

Rachel - another one of the girlfriends - took a sip of her juice. She turned to the rest of us. "So, who are ya'll bringing to the school dance next weekend?" she questioned. Lucas and I hadn't really talked about the dance, not really knowing if we should go as friends even though it wouldn't feel like 'just friends'. Jason turned to Chrissy and smirked.

"Thinkin' about taking this one," Jason glanced at Chrissy who leaned into him with a joyous grin on her blushed face. I felt Lucas' eyes land on the side of my face. The group began conversing with me and Lucas silent, just listening from what felt like a distance.

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(Later)

Music filled the air around me as I wrote in my notebook from today's English class. The rest of the day was pretty laidback, just a few quizzes or new assignments that we needed to get ahead of. A few minutes passed and the music faded once the record was out of music. I stood up from my desk and strolled over to my dresser, switching the music to another one of my favorites.

Steve was out driving Robin to her band practice, probably telling her advice on how to deal with the girl she likes or some other advice that seems useless. I smiled to myself and sat back down at my desk, returning to my studies. My daily homework was cut short by the light tapping on my bedroom window.

I looked up from my paper to find Lucas sitting infront of the window with a smile on his face. I closed my book and unlocked the window, sliding it open. "Steve isn't here, you could've just used the front door," I said. Lucas slipped through the opening and shrugged, standing in front of me with a smile on his face.

"Going through the window's more fun," he responded.

My boyfriend leaned in for a kiss, setting a hand on my waist while the other sat on the side of my face. I smiled when his lips met mine. The back of my legs hit the side of my bed, causing Lucas to fall on top of me. The sound of footsteps caught my attention. "Shit," I muttered. Steve opened the door to my bedroom without knocking, typical brotherly action.

Lucas jumped off of me and swiftly sat on the trunk in front of my bed. I fixed the collar of my shirt, sitting at the edge of my bed. "Steve, hey," I said as I cleared my throat. My brother looked at Lucas then to me who continued to sit there with my hands resting on my knees. "What's Lucas doing here?" Steve asked. The two of us glanced at one another then looked back at my overprotective brother.

"We're going to see a movie," Lucas claimed.

"We're studying," I stated.

The two of us spoke in unison, but two completely different answers. Steve's brows furrowed at our responses. "Studying. We're studying for our English test," I said, smiling awkwardly. My brother opened his mouth to speak, but nodded his head instead. Lucas and I shared a quick glance prior to looking back at Steve who leaned against the frame of my bedroom door. "Okay," he sighed, "Well, I'm going to head to work. Mom said she'd be home late, again."

I nodded in response. Steve waved goodbye to the two of us before walking back down stairs. My boyfriend and I waited till the front door opened then closed. We burst into a round of laughter, trying to forget what the hell just happened.

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[ladysparklefarts]

A Song Of Second Chances chapter 2

Summary: Lora’s bullshitting skills are put to the test. She meets the Jedi High Council. She has another meltdown. All the emotions and a cup of caf. 

Warnings: none I can think of, but if y'all notice anything please let me know so I can update it.

A/N: I have about 4 different endings planned for this damn story and about 3 AU’s and I’m only just starting to work on chapter 4. CURSE MY ADHD!! 

I woke suddenly to a sharp rapping at the door. Sunlight was streaming through the small window above the side table. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

“Come in,” I said through a yawn. The door slid open, and Yoda entered, seated on a familiar hovering repulsor pod.  

“Slept well, I hope you did,” he said chuckling at the state of my hair. I nodded swinging my legs out from under the blanket and stretching.  

“Before meeting the council, perhaps some food, a good idea would be,” Yoda suggested at the sound of my stomach growling as it always did when I woke up.

“Breakfast would be a good idea,” I respond, pulling my boots back on. I hadn’t bothered to change for bed, so getting dressed was quick. I slid my arms into my jacket and zipped the front. Combing my fingers through my long dark hair I pulled it back into a loose ponytail to keep it out of my way.

“Then, to the refectory, we shall go,” he stated. I glanced up at him while I tied my boots. Once I was ready, I walked the short distance to Yoda. I pat myself down quickly, making sure I had everything. I turned and reached my hand towards the side table. My phone lifted and shot into my hand. Yoda grunted in surprise.  

“Perhaps less to learn for you there is, and more practice you need,” he said as I slid my phone into my pocket. I glanced at him. His expression was unreadable, but I could feel his confidence in me growing.

“A powerful Jedi, you could be,” he declared as we left the room. I bristled at his compliment, bowing my head to hide a smile as well as a yawn. I needed some coffee.  

“Not too powerful, I hope. I don’t want to become like some I have seen,” I said, smiling at him sadly. He nodded as we started our way through the corridor. I could feel multiple eyes on me, though I ignored them. Yoda nodded in greeting to a few people as we passed.

“Sense that you won’t, I do. A force for good, I believe you will be,” he locked eyes with me as he spoke, and I could feel the confidence he held in me. It was both humbling and panic-inducing. I wanted to respond, tell him that his faith wasn’t misplaced but something kept the words locked deep inside me. I smiled at him, though I was unsure if it was convincing. He smirked and looked ahead as we approached a large set of double doors that were propped open.

“The refectory, this is. Your meals, you can have here. Quite good, the food is, especially the caf. Our own blend it is,” my head shot up at the mention of caf, it was this universe’s word for coffee after all.  

“Do you have any suggestions on what I should try, Master? You’ve probably eaten here for centuries, so you ought to know what's good,” I asked. Yoda cackled at my words.  

“Right, you are. Excellent, the meat pie, is. Hearty and simple, fill you up, it will,” he said, his amusement gaining looks from a few familiar faces. He approached a serving droid and told them his order. The droid looked over at me expectantly.

“I’ll have the same, with a large cup of caf,” I told the droid, who nodded and busied himself by filling a pair of plates. I took a deep breath, inhaling the many scents. The room smelt amazing, spicy, and sweet.  

“I’ll have to check out the kitchens eventually. I love to cook and I’m pretty sure there’s a ton of ingredients I'm not gonna be familiar with,” I was buzzing with excitement and Yoda was taking great pleasure in my enthusiasm. The serving droid made a noise to get our attention and handed us our orders. I inhaled the scent of the caf as Yoda led me to one of the trestle tables for us to have our meal. It was rich, familiar, and somehow different than what I was used to. I set the dishes on the table and tucked myself in on the bench.  

“This smells amazing, thank you for suggesting it,” I say inspecting the food on my plate. Yoda didn’t respond. He was too busy eating his own breakfast to say anything. I picked up the small meat hand pie from the plate. It was baked to a beautiful golden brown and I almost felt guilty biting into it. It was worth it when I did though, and it didn’t take me long to finish it off. My stomach satisfied, I lifted the mug to my lips and took a large sip. It wasn’t as bitter as I expected, and I sighed into the mug happily. A loud beep from Yoda’s pocket drew me from my relaxed enjoyment of my hot beverage.

“Convened the council has, go we must,” he said after pulling a communicator from his pocket. I whimpered in disappointment and set my still mostly full mug on the table. I rose from my seat, pouting. Yoda grinned.  

“Bring with you, the mug, you may,” he remarked with a chuckle. I squealed quietly in joy and grabbed the mug from the table hugging it near my cheek.  

“Yay, coffee,” I murmured into the warm porcelain as I sipped at it while we walked.  

“For me, have you any questions?” Yoda asked, tilting his head to look at me. I blinked, thinking for a moment. I stared into my mug.

“Nothing that pertains to the current situation. Everything I would want to ask is mostly childlike curiosity for a fairytale wiseman come to life,” I answered with a small sheepish smile.  

“And I figure there’ll be time for that later, when we can figure this weirdness out,” I said scrunching my nose in amused disgust. Master Yoda nodded with a small smirk.

“Agreed, questions of that sort, answered will be. And perhaps a few of my own questions you can answer,” his eyes glittered at me when he spoke. My smile widened when I caught his meaning.  

“Of course, Master. Though I did just think of one that pertains to the council meeting. How are we going to explain how I got here? And what I know? It seems overwhelmingly suspicious. Like some sort of ploy,” my smile faded as I voiced the concern that suddenly slammed into me. The small jedi’s smile only widened.  

“Easy to explain, it is. And explain it to them, I will. Worry about it, you should not,” his tone was soothing, and I felt myself relax. I nodded and Yoda gestured to a door that opened. He entered first and I followed feeling as if I were shrinking with every step. The raw power that oozed from the councilmembers as I entered seeped into my skin, pressing into my very cells and making me woozy. I quickly drained the now cold mug of coffee and swallowed. The action helped me regulate my breathing. I was close to hyperventilating.  

“Called this meeting I have, to discuss an unusual scenario,” Yoda’s voice snapped my attention back to reality. I watched him from the side of the room. The door slid open behind me and the presence I felt enter behind me was soothing, though how or why I had no clue, but I didn’t fight its influence. Returning my attention to the council I took stock of whom I recognized on the council. There were the easily recognizable members: Mace Windu, Plo Koon, Ki-Adi-Mundi, and Depa Billaba. I also recognized Yaddle, a younger female member of Master Yoda’s species.  

“From a far unknown world, this young woman has come. How she came to be in this galaxy she has no knowledge. Visions she has had, of many future occurrences. A seer she is. Knowledge of events yet to come. An understanding in the force rarely seen, and unparalleled in someone untrained,” Yoda’s explanation was much more to the point than I was expecting, and I bowed my head as he spoke to hide the red that crept across my face. I had only figured out the basics so far, so his compliment felt a bit empty as well as embarrassing.

“How can we be sure her power is as you say?” Master Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke first, as Yoda motioned for me to step to the center of the room. I straightened my back and took a deep breath. The soothing presence behind me stepped closer and I took that as my cue to walk slowly to the center of the chamber. Thankful for the large windows that encircled the room, I stopped and turned to face Yoda.  

“Seen it, I have. Her visions seen I have as well. Shared them with me, she has,” Yoda shuddered at the memory. There were hushed whispers from around the room.  

“I do sense a lot of potential in her. What would you say you could offer us, miss...?” Master Windu spoke and though his expression was stern his tone was kind, and I took comfort in it.  

“My name is Lora, Master. I can understand the suspicion I sense. It makes no sense to me either. As for what I can offer the Jedi Order, I can’t really say. If anything, I want to do what I can to help. I’ve been having these visions since I was a very small child. I grew very fond of the people I saw in them,” I paused, twisting a stray lock of hair between my fingers. I didn’t want to reveal too much.  

“I sense that you have a great deal of pain in your past. How can we be sure this pain will not control you?” Ki-Adi-Mundi's question made a lot of sense. I smiled sadly at him.  

“I’ve already had my run-in with the dark side, unfortunately. It was actually my visions that showed me where that path could take me. I realized that although that pain was a deciding factor in who I was, I wouldn’t let it cause me to make the wrong decisions,” I explained. Ki-Adi-Mundi seemed almost satisfied with my response and leaned back in his seat his hands folded in front of him in contemplation. I returned my attention to Master Windu. His expression was unreadable, but I could feel him probing gently at the outer corners of my mind. I met his eyes with mine and let whatever walls were there fall. His brow jumped up in surprise as I allowed him access to my memories.  

“Lora, you surprise me. You’re a walking contradiction in a way that I believe I may have perhaps misjudged in the past,” Master Windu spoke softly.

“Should I take that as a compliment, Master?” I asked gently prodding at his mental probes with one of my own. Master Windu broke into a smile and shook his head.  

“Yes, I believe you should. From the bottom of my heart, I trust you,” he said with a pointed nod. My heart jumped at this and I bowed slightly in respect toward him. He bowed his head in response his smile widening slightly. I returned my attention to Yoda who was staring up at me with what I could have sworn was pride in his eyes.  

“Allow her to join the Jedi Order, I ask of you. Wisdom, I sense from her, that all could learn from, as well as a powerful ally she could be,” Yoda looked around the room as he made his motion. I glanced nervously around though I left my expression unreadable.  

“Yes,”

“I agree,”  

“Yes,” the council members all voiced their approval, though I could still feel some lingering apprehension.  

“Very good. Master Kenobi, assigned to you she will be, until adjusted she has. Learn from you she can as you train your padawan, and perhaps from her he also may learn,” Yoda said looking to where I felt that soothing presence. I turned and at once my breath caught in my throat. Obi-wan Kenobi was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, his hand stroking his beard. A small smile turned up my lips as I stared wide-eyed in wonder at the man I knew as a legend.

“Yes, Master,” was all he said before our eyes met. Something seemed to sizzle as our mental probes met. I blinked as his hand froze, his thumb dragging over his bottom lip. The movement drew my eyes, inevitably to his lips. They looked soft. I quickly brought my gaze back up to his. He blinked and withdrew his curious probes his expression betraying his confusion for a moment before his eyes darted away from mine.  

“To Ilum, she will need to go. A lightsaber she will need. The next cycle, in three days, is. Escort her you will,” Yoda said, bringing my attention back to him, though truthfully, I wanted to keep up my inspection of the auburn Jedi behind me. Pushing the thought from my mind, I allowed myself to get excited over the thought of my lightsaber. I wondered what color it would be.  

“Of course, Master. She will be safe with me,” I stifled a giggle at his words. Yoda seemed to sense my amusement and raised an eyebrow at me. I tried to push it down, but I knew Yoda had already sensed it. He looked between Obi-wan and me for a moment before a glint of mischief dawned in his eye. I narrowed my eyes at Yoda slightly and I felt the amusement roll from him like a storm. I glanced back at Obi-wan. His arms were tightly crossed at his chest and his lips were pursed as he stared directly past me and out the window. He seemed a bit rattled, though by what I couldn’t tell.

“Very good, the rest of the day, you have. Perhaps show her around the temple you can,” Yoda suggested. Obi-wan blinked at Yoda before nodding.  

“Thank you, masters’, for this opportunity. I won’t take your faith lightly,” I bowed quickly and backed out of the center of the room. I wanted to get out of there quickly. I was overjoyed at the possibilities that stood before me, but I was overwhelmed by the iconic figures I had just exchanged words with. Obi-wan bowed to the council as well before turning and following me out of the council chambers the door shutting with a quiet hiss. I turned and studied his expression. His eyes were slightly out of focus and somehow, I never expected to see this dazed expression on his face. It was amusing.  

“Maybe we could start with the gardens? I’ve always thought they’d be so beautiful,” I said with a nervous little laugh. A part of me was anxious I was going to flirt. Another part of me wanted to. I decided to take the middle ground and just be myself. Obi-wan started and looked down at me. He was a fair bit taller than my five foot four inches. He could probably throw me over his shoulders easily. I inhaled sharply at the thought.  

“That sounds fine. Though if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to check on my padawan at some point as well. He's supposed to be resting after our recent assignment,” he paused in his thought and frowned.

“You don’t need to explain. You and your padawan were in a lot of my visions. He seems like quite the, forgive my language here, little shit,” I remarked, shoving my hands in my jacket pockets. Obi-wan's eyes widened at my statement. His shoulders quaked a bit as he fought and quickly lost against his laughter.  

“You are not wrong,” his laughter was warm, and I relaxed. Maybe getting along with such a mythical figure would be a lot easier than I thought.  

“Before we go, though, I would like to warn you, I may call you Ben on occasion,” I pursed my lips as he froze.

“It was the first name I knew you by in my visions. As they progressed, I learned how you acquired the alias. If you’d rather I didn’t, I understand, but I can’t promise it won’t accidentally slip out,” I didn’t have to say the name I was thinking of, but he coughed and straightened. His blue eyes were sad, so I knew he caught on. He took a breath and smiled.

“I don’t think it will be a problem. I’ve made my peace with that situation and occasionally will still use that name,” he stated softly. I nodded returning his smile. He gestured to the hallway ahead of him.

“You requested the gardens? Shall we?” his warmth was infectious, and I couldn’t help but let my own radiate back to him. As we started down the hall, I felt a twinge of remorse. He had a right to know what I told Yoda. He was a major part of it after all. I froze.

“Actually, before anything, would there be somewhere more private, we could talk? What Master Yoda told the council wasn’t the full truth and I feel you should know it,” I all but whispered. Obi-wan paused and glanced back at me.  

“Certainly, in fact, the best place I know of would be the Meditation Gardens. They're a couple of levels directly below us and there is usually no one there at this time of the day,” he said, his expression thoughtful. He quickly turned and tapped a button on a nearby panel. A door slid open revealing an elevator and he ushered me in.  

“Thank you. I’ll be honest, I’m still kind of reeling from this entire situation. I only arrived here yesterday and I’m pretty sure I had to die where I come from so that I could come here,” I explained leaning against the wall after the door had slid shut and the elevator had started its descent. Obi-wan's head snapped towards me.

“What do you mean by having to die to come here?” he asked, the concern in his expression tugging at my heart.  

“It’s hard to explain. All I know is one moment I’m sitting waiting for my ride to pick me up after work and the next I stand up and the splitting headache I’d had all day gets infinitely worse and I blacked out. The moment I could see again I was falling on my ass on some random street here on Coruscant,” I frowned as I spoke. Obi-wan hummed. The moment I open my mouth to speak again the door slid open and he led me out to the hallway. Just across the hall was another door that Obi-wan opened and led me through.  

“Oh, wow. This really is as beautiful as I’d thought it would be,” The view took my breath away.

“This is only one of many Gardens of Meditation, but it was the closest and least likely to be occupied,” Obi-wan said with a smile as he brushed past me and motioned for me to follow which I did. The warmth of the sun was filtering through the foliage, and I inhaled deeply. The scent of flowers and sunshine relaxed me in the same way it always did. We came up to a small pond flowing with fish and I sat down next to it and skated my fingers over the surface of the water. I smiled at the smaller fish that came up to my fingers. Laying back in the grass I stretched.

“As I wanted to tell you though, those visions weren’t actually visions. The world I come from is still rather primitive compared to a lot of the planets in this galaxy, but one thing we have in abundance is imagination. I grew up on stories of the Jedi. You being one of the key figures in those stories,” Obi-wan had seated himself next to me facing the water.

“So, you’re saying that where you come from, we don’t exist?” he asked glancing down at me.

“No, you do exist. You may have been considered a fictional character, but you were very real to a lot of people,” I said looking up at him, my arms folded under my head.

“It’s a very beloved story where I’m from. The problem is that I know how a lot goes and I’m not happy with it. There are a lot of people that end up in a lot of pain or worse and I want to use what I know to try and change it,” Obi-wan's brows knit together as I spoke.  

“I can show you a bit of what I know if you’re willing to see. It’s how I told Master Yoda,” I sat up as I spoke. I motion to the gardens around us.

“This is a meditation garden after all,” I remark with a cautious smirk. Obi-wan meets my eyes with his own. I can sense his reluctance.

“I suppose it is one of the only ways,” he muttered and turned to face me. I tucked my feet under me and took a deep breath.

“What would you prefer I showed you?” I ask as the memories flood through me. He shrugged.

“I don’t really know, perhaps you should decide,” he stated. I nodded and decided to have a bit of fun.

“All right then I’ll show you a couple of my favorite snark-master Kenobi moments,” I said causing Obi-wan to narrow his eyes at me before shutting them and entering his state of meditation. I smirked and closed my eyes feeling his probes touch my mind again. I inhaled deeply and pushed a couple of memories to the forefront of my mind.  

“My forgotten, da Bosses will do terrible tings to me, terrrrrible is me going back der!”

“Do you hear that?”

A light rumble echoes in the distance.

“Yeah,”

“That is the sound of a thousand terrible things headed this way,”

“If they find us, they will crush us, grind us into tiny pieces and blast us into oblivion!”

“Hmmm... yousa point is well seen,”

The scene changes:

“You wanna buy some death sticks?”

A wave of Obi-wan's hand.

“You don't want to sell me death sticks,”

“Ah, I don't want to sell you death sticks,”

“You want to go home and rethink your life,”

“I want to go home and rethink my life,”

“I remember that first moment. I remember thinking Jar-Jar was the most idiotic being I'd ever met, but I don’t remember that second moment,” Obi-wan said drawing me from my concentration. I nodded. Of course, he wouldn’t remember.

“There were a lot of people in my world that would agree with you, though personally, I think there’s a lot more to him than meets the eye. And the reason you don’t remember that second moment is that it hasn’t happened yet, and it won’t happen for about four years,” I responded with a sight chuckle at his expression. The grin he wore was laced with confusion.  

“Well, I'd say you’ve shown me enough to know I can agree with the council’s trust in you, though I feel there’s a lot more you want to show me,” his expression softens as his gaze lands on mine. I nod.

“There is, but I don’t feel comfortable showing it. There’s a lot of suffering and like I told Master Yoda, I don’t want any rash decisions made in fear to negatively affect the possible outcomes. I want to be able to make it so that much of that suffering doesn’t happen. You shouldn’t know too much about your own future,” I leaned forward as I spoke, bowing my head to hide a couple of tears that had managed to sneak out as I remembered certain scenes that broke my heart as I had first watched them. I heard Obi-wan sigh in resignation and his hand rested on my shoulder.  

“I understand what you’re saying, but if it ever becomes too much, please, don’t hesitate to talk to me or anyone else. This knowledge sounds like it could be overwhelming,” he tightened his grip on my shoulder slightly when he felt me shaking.  

“It already is. Everything is overwhelming right now. I’ve been trying so hard to process it and all I want to do is break down. Everything I’ve ever known is gone and I was suddenly plunged into a world I know everything and nothing about,” the relaxing atmosphere seemed to press on me as I spoke, every little misery since I had arrived in this universe hitting me from all sides. His hand never left my shoulder as I dissolved into sobs.  

“I’m lost and confused and...” I hiccupped, grinding my hands into my eyes willing myself to stop crying. Unfortunately, the tears refused to stop, and I found myself being pulled into Obi-wan's chest. It was sudden and startling, but he was warm, so I let myself bury my face in his robes until the tears stopped. When my sobs finally started subsiding, I pulled away from him, though his hands stayed firmly on my upper arms steadying me as I straightened. I glanced up at him and froze. His face was only inches from my own and the kindness in his gaze as he looked at what I could only imagine was a tear-stained mess made my heart thump almost painfully. I quickly scrambled backward out of his grasp and stood nearly falling over again in my haste.

“I should probably go to my quarters and clean up. I think I need to change as well,” I stuttered out rubbing the remaining tears from my eyes. Obi-wan stood and nodded.  

“And it’ll give you the chance to maybe check on Anakin. You did say you wanted to do that at some point,” I sniffled turning away from him. A brightly colored butterfly drifted past me, and I let my gaze follow it.  

“I did say something to that effect. That sounds reasonable. And once I’ve made sure Anakin is properly settled, we can resume our tour of the temple,” Obi-wan sounded a little breathless as he spoke and made his way to the door. I followed him at a distance hugging myself tightly. The trek from the gardens to the padawan’s dormitory was made in relative silence only broken by my occasional sniffles. When we stopped at my door he smiled and bowed slightly to me before turning. Without thinking my hand shot out and caught his sleeve.  

“Ben,” I froze for a moment when he turned back and met my gaze. I stammered over what to say.

“Thank you,” I finally said smiling gratefully at him. He returned my smile with one of his own as well as a gentle squeeze of his hand on mine before turning and walking away.

[imerdwarf]

Part One: The First Meeting

Summary: Wanda invites you over to the compound for some unwinding girly time, when a man interrupts halfway through, taking something of Wanda's and your heart.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader, beefy!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, beefy!Bucky, stressed reader, fluffs, love at first sight, strangers to crushes? 🥰

Word Count: 1,350

Author's Notes: This is day one of The Week in Love challenge hosted by @the-ss-horniest-book-club, this is my first mini series so I hope you guys enjoy it 🥰

This week was just sucky, everything about it just sucked. Your boss ended up giving you a hard time at work, overworking you as usual by piling a ton of files on your desk with a strict deadline or the threat of 'you're fired!' and you feared your boss Rumlow may just follow through on it.

Work wasn't the only thing you were struggling with this week, your heating completely broke down and your landlord refused to get it fixed because it wasn't deemed as urgent. It was the middle of winter, a good foot of snow had completely blanketed the streets and sidewalks of New York City, you were left to freeze to death in your apartment and still, it was deemed as not urgent.

To make this week somewhat tolerable, you had been texting with Wanda and had told her just a couple of things that were going wrong and how stressed it was all making you feel. Wanda hated to see her friends upset and stressed, and invited you over to the compound to unwind and stay a couple of days with a promise she would do everything in her power to make sure you have a good time and that you leave in a better mindset.

And, it was exactly how she had promised it would be, warm, safe and comfortable. After she told you to take a hot shower and gave you one of her fluffy white robes, the wine was going down nicely as you cozied up in Wanda's room, giggling and blushing at the erotic scenes from Bridgerton, a Netflix series you were currently binging together.

An evening like this was exactly what the doctor ordered, it had been months since you last saw Wanda because she was away doing her avenging duties. Her celebrity status never played on your mind either, you loved Wanda as your sister and the two of you have been friends for quite some time now. Usually, when Wanda wasn't on missions, she would come and hang out at your small apartment in Brooklyn. But, seeing as you had no heating and in her own words, "your building looks like a run down dump," the compound seemed the obvious choice.

The next steamy scene was just starting when a fist knocked on the door, sending you tipsy ladies into a fit of giggles.

"Come- come in!" Wanda snorts, taking a sip from her drink and sitting up with her back against the headboard, you did the same.

The door opens and so does your mouth - in walks a man who looks like he was carved by the gods themselves. He was a tall, beefy-looking man in skin-tight sweatpants and an off-white tank top with his hair tied back in a messy bun. His left arm glimmers under the mood lighting in Wanda's room and you swear that he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen. Wanda has never mentioned that she worked with gorgeous men before since she always talks to you about Vision.

"Evenin' ladies." The man smiles, his blue orbs meet yours and your heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest and into his large hands. "Hello." He waves at you, noticing you were staring. Heat creeps up to your cheeks and you wave back shyly muttering a quiet hello back under your breath.

"Evening Barnes, what can I do you for?" Wanda cackles and her joke makes you giggle, he raises an eyebrow and grins.

"Are you two drunk?" He teases, his eyes momentarily flicking to the TV and blushing when he realises what the two of you are watching.

"Maybe a little." Wanda nudges you, a little too harshly that you nearly fall off the side of the bed, this prompts another round of giggles from the two of you.

"Oh well, I've lost my phone charger, can I borrow yours?" He asks politely, smiling at you before Wanda gets off the bed. You subconsciously put down your wine glass and tuck your hands between your thighs under your robe, feeling yourself growing shyer under his sweet gaze.

"I want it back!" She warns, jabbing her index finger in his chest.

"Yes ma'am." He salutes, "you two be good now!" He winks at you before retreating out of the room and closing the door behind him.

When he's gone, you push the air from your lungs and relax your shoulders. Your heart is still racing and his smile is engrained in your memory.

Wanda notices your flushed state and whistles, "my, my. Do you have a little crush already?" She teases, joining you back on the bed and topping up the wine. His presence made you sober up pretty quickly.

"Nooo, I don't know him!" You giggle and drop your head, your smile reaching your eyes.

"His name is James, but he goes by Bucky aaaaaand," she pauses to take a sip, "he's single, like you." She winks, putting her glass down on the bedside table and curling her tired body into yours.

The next morning, you're awake before Wanda and without a hangover. She's still snoring and fast asleep next to you, the air in the room is warm and through the parted curtains, the falling snowflakes makes you smile in contentment.

Pulling the duvet covers back, you reach over into your night bag and pull out your fuzzy socks, your leggings and an oversized sweater. Changing in quicktime, you leave Wanda's room and search for the kitchen for some coffee.

The compound was certainly larger than you expected, there were doors and hallways everywhere. Your head whipped left to right trying to remember which way you arrived last night when she brought you up from the common room after you met Steve Rogers and Natasha. You bite your nails nervously, afraid of stumbling into a room you weren't meant to be in.

A door opens further down the hallway, and your eyes widen. The man who entered Wanda's room last night appears with a yawn, his hand runs up and down his face as he attempts to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes.

Instead of his sweatpants and tank top, he's clad in skintight black jeans to accentuate his thigh muscles, and a black Henley with a silver chain hanging around his neck.

However, his stoic expression turns into a soft smile when he spots you standing there, looking like a deer caught in headlights and dare he say, adorable.

"Good mornin' doll, you okay?" He asks as he gets nearer. Your breath is shaky and you bite your lip when your heart skips a beat again just like last night.

"Um, I'm lost." You chuckle shyly, biting your nail. He slowly reaches out and pulls your hand from your mouth. His touch is electrifying, warm and soft all at the same time.

"Where are you headed?" He clears his throat and shoves his hands in the front of his pockets.

"The kitchen." Your cheeks heat up under his gaze just like it did last night and you're afraid if he keeps looking at you like this, you'll melt into the floor.

"I'm going there too, I can show you if you want..." He trails off and furrows his eyebrows, realising he doesn't even know your name.

"Y/N." You smile, "and yes please, I'd be grateful."

"Y/N." He repeats, your name tasting like drops of honey on his tongue, "I'm Bucky." He pulls his right hand from his pocket, extending it towards you for you to shake.

"It's nice to officially meet you, Bucky." You smile, taking his hand in yours and shaking it. His palm has rough skin, while the back of it is soft and warm.

"Likewise doll, Wanda has talked about you." he blushes putting his hand back in his pocket, "oh and uh, the kitchen is this way." He starts to walk down the narrow hallway, you trail after him, watching his back muscles ripple with each stride in his step.

"I hope she told you good things," you joke, your pace not being able to keep up with him.

"Only the good things, doll." He chuckles before adding, "did you have fun last night?"

"Oh, I did! Very much yes, Wanda has asked me to stay a few nights." He slows down his pace and waits for you to catch up.

"Oh yeah? I'm happy about that." He grins, looking down at you and watches you drop your head to the floor and smile triumphantly.

"I am too." You gaze into each others eyes for a few moments before you look away, knowing you're going to fall fast and hard for this man.

Bucky on the other hand, hasn't been able to get you off his mind since he saw you in Wanda's room last night, the way you became flustered when he looked at you, the shy smile you exchanged. Your smile was the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes last night, and the first thing he saw when he opened them this morning. He only learned your name moments ago, but maybe Steve was right, maybe love at first sight really does exist.

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