#i love imagining him as the type to act all brave and cool and then be like. gods weakest soldier

[flutteringfable]

kento, in the middle of fighting off a panic attack after getting hurt in battle and ending up in the hospital with an iv: heyyyyyy :)

[nickfurysrighteye]

Practise?

chase davenport x reader

summary: the school's gonna do a play and it's gonna be Romeo and Juliet. Chase was supposed to help with the behind the scenes but instead he gets to play Romeo, and you, Juliet, offer him some help with his lines..

cw: sfw, kissing, that's it i think

a/n: this is my first time writing for this fandom and also my first time making my writing public so please be kind :') ...i haven't written any type of fanfic in a veeeery long time. this is just for fun!!!

"Seriously?! I can't believe it!"

Janelle yells storming into the gym. Everybody stops what they're doing to look at her puzzled. This year Mission Creek High decided to organize a play and upon a great request it was decided to stage 'Romeo and Juliet'. Janelle volunteered to direct the entire planning of it.

"Our Romeo decided it was a great time to break his arm, therefore we don't have a Romeo anymore!" she says walking towards Leo, who's busy painting the fake wooden balcony. Leo decided to take part in the production only to have an excuse to be with Janelle, and doing so he dragged Chase along, just to have some company.

A few people gather around to see what was going on, you take your eyes off the script you were revising to look at your classmates on the opposite site of the room.

"So? What's the big deal?" says Leo "The understudy can take his place."

"The big deal is we don't have an understudy! We barely have enough people working on this play, do you really think we have extras?" Janelle is furious.

"Why don't we pick somebody from the crew?" you barge into the conversation, feeling the eyes of everyone onto you "I mean, it's not like we have time to redo auditions.."

Everybody is silent, eyes going left and right scanning the room for someone brave enough to take on one of the leading roles. You look behind Leo's shoulder "I bet Chase could do it."

Chase was surprised and slightly confused by your statement "Me? But I'm not an actor." he says, struggling to speak loud enough to be heard.

"Neither am I, and neither is everyone else..this is a high school play not Broadway, no of us are actors." you shrug while looking over to the brown haired boy.

Janelle looks over to him "Chase, do you think you could do it? You'd be a life saver, honestly." you could hear the tension in her voice from all the stress the planning brought her.

"I-i mean, sure I could give it a try" Chase tried so hard to sound confident in his choice but you could hear the slight tremor in his tone.

"Perfect, problem solved!" Janelle said.

Once everyone got back to work you get closer to Chase, "If you want we can practise the lines together, I could also give you some tips."

"Sure, I'd love that." Chase says with a sweet, soft smile. "Cool, you can stop by at my house today if that's ok." you smile back

"Yeah, sure, I'll see you later."

-

After school, the two brothers head to the lab and Chase is panicking, regretting the choice he made earlier that day. "Why would I agree to do something like this?! Why didn't you stop me Leo?! This is going to be a disaster! The play's gonna suck!" he spits out the words so quickly he can barely keep up with his thoughts.

"Chase chill out! You'll be fine, like Y/n said no one here's an actor, you're all gonna suck" Leo's already tired of his complaining.

Chase's worry isn't only his acting, but the fact he's gonna be the lead in a romantic play with you as his love interest. He's also terrified by the idea of having to kiss you multiple times on stage, in front of a ton of people. This is stressing him out way more than anticipated.

He already knew who you were long before taking part in this project. He saw you walk around the halls, he saw you sitting a couple of desks in front of him in some classes you have together. He always thought about you as the pretty girl he would only talk to in his imagination. Nobody could have predicted the two of you acting as lovers in a school play. Certainly not Chase.

-

With his heart beating out of his chest, Chase knocks on your front door. You open the door and invite him in. "We can go upstairs in my room" you say, guiding him upstairs.

You go through the script together, focusing on the more difficult parts to memorize. You're suprised Chase could memorize all these lines so quickly, and he's getting better at getting into character.

He says every line with the right feeling, you two work in harmony, it's like you're no longer acting as the characters but are living the story as yourselves.

"You're quite talented you know that Chase?" you smile

"Thanks, I'm actually a bit nervous if I'm being honest." he chuckes while lowering his eyes, looking at his fingers fidgeting with the corner of the script's page.

"How come? You're doing great." you tilt you're head slightly. You sit on your bed, taking a small break.

He shrugs, sitting down beside you "I don't know, I just am" he mumbles.

You stare at him with a soft gaze, you study his expression, you're lightly mesmerized by the way the light beam from the setting sun is hitting his face, shining through your window. His eyes now being a warmer hazel tone.

He can hear the beat of his heart in his ears "Actually, I'm scared 'cause --" he stops "I'm worried about our kiss."

"Our kiss?"

"Yeah, it scares me a little having to kiss in front of an audience."

"It's gonna be a quick kiss don't worry about it."

"I know, it's just that --" he looks down again "I've never done it before."

"You've never kissed anyone?" you say, the slight surprise in your voice makes him feel even worse now.

"It's fine Chase, I get it. There's no need to be ashamed of it." you try to reassure him. "Wanna practise?"

"The kiss?" he looks at you.

"Yeah, I mean, we probably should anyway since it's part of the play." you say, standing up and placing yourself in front of him like you would be on stage.

"Yeah, ok, that's..a good idea" he stands up as well. Chase tries to hide his uncertainty.

"You sure about this?" you ask, you don't want to pressure him.

"A hundred percent" he's anxious, he's rubbing subtly his hands on his jeans because they're starting to sweat, his knees get weaker and he hopes they'll be strong enough to support him.

"Ok now, just follow my lead." you take his hand, leaning nearer. Your other hand cupping his cheek, your lips are now inches apart. Your touch feels warm on his skin, making him breathe faster.

"Close your eyes." as he does so, your place your lips onto his gently, and start to slowly and softly kiss him.

A warm feeling of joy starts to bubble up in his chest as he copies your movements and picks up the pace. The kiss gets more intense, more impatient as he tastes your lips. You get closer and your hand that was on his cheek is now on the back of his neck, tangling your fingers with his hair. His hands start to move, although he's still unsure of what to do.

You stop for a brief moment. "It's ok if you wanna touch me, y'know." Chase laughs a little, he then places his hands on your sides, sliding them down to your waste. He grabs a little harder and pull you into another kiss, this time greedier, messier.

He didn't think it would feel this good kissing you, his heart is racing so fast you could probably hear it. Your lips are exploring eachother, you're both enjoying this much more than you should be. After a few moments Chase decides to wet your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, you part your lips a bit and he slips part of his tongue in. The feeling of your tongues tasting eachother sends shivers down your spine, you feel your cheeks getting warmer.

"You taste amazing" he blurs out the moment he stops to catch his breath, then he pulls you again into another kiss. His words make you melt.

Chase has lost track of time. Actually he has lost track of anything, he can only feel you. Your lips, your tongue, your taste, the sweet smell of your perfume and the warmth of your body standing so close to his. A few moments pass and you pull away to catch your breath, your faces still close to eachother.

"Was i good?" his question makes you chuckle.

"Yeah, you were. You know the kiss isn't supposed to last this long though, right?"

"Sorry i got a bit carried away." Chase laughs a little. You smile softly, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"I don't think you're gonna have problems on stage, Chase"

"Although we should probably get back to revising the lines"

"We should, but after we're done we should go back to the kissing part, just to be sure"

[matt-imagines-popcorn]

I seen the new Mario movie in theaters a few months back with my family - and I loved it! Though a bit disappointed in the lack of Luigi [he’s one of my favorites] so I wrote this quick thing to cope lol.

Imagine being in a relationship with Luigi [Gender-Neutral! Reader]

Luigi is for sure, the type to keep his (not-so-secret) crush to himself for a long, long time. Mario tries to push his brother into - at least - having small talk with you. You might have to lead conversations with him a lot as well. Though I imagine after the events of the movie, he gained a bit more confidence and started chatting with you more and more till finally - he asked you out on a date. After all, it’s just a quick snack at a diner, nothing too big. Just the two of you … alone in a booth … oh god what had he done! He’s just going to embarrass himself!- 

(Mario has to reassure him that he’ll do great (which he does believe he will!). Luigi feels a little better but still doubts himself. I’ll leave how the date actually went up to your imagination. )

Luigi tries his best to act cool in front of his crush/partner in the early stages of the relationship - it usually fails though. He’d lean against the wall, arms crossed, only to slip and hit the back of his head, quickly repositioning himself. Or the time when Luigi pulled his sunglasses off his face, only to hit his eye with them later. Oh, how embarrassing. Thankfully you found these charming and not as humiliating as Luigi makes them out to be.  

While Luigi enjoys date nights and puts a lot of effort into them (and appreciates your efforts as well) not even the best dates will never beat the feeling of waking up next to you every morning.  He just lives for the more domestic moments in life. To the point where if you help him get ready in the mornings (Help make breakfast, fix his clothes,) and give him a big smooch before he leaves for work, goodness, he would barely be able to pay attention. 

He genuinely loves PDA! Luigi is often the one to initiate holding hands and playing with your fingers/clothes. While that’s the most he’ll do, he has no problems if you're bolder with your actions. Just know that even one smooch on his cheek will leave his cheeks all bright red. The things you do to him!

Luigi’s family, most peculiarly, his parents, really wanted to meet you! While the two brothers had never shown an interest in relationships, they always suspected Mario settling down first - so to see the more timid of two with a partner was a surprise. Nonetheless, his parents adore you, his mother inviting you to family dinners more often than not. 

Lastly, you made him more brave, better it or not! Since dating you, Luigi started to stand up for himself often - speaking up as well. Don’t get me wrong he still is quite nervous and anything that could endanger his well-being leaves him shaking in his boots but when he gets involved, through his shivering, he’ll continue on!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!!

[goldemas1244]

Zhask and Yve headcanoons time!

Okay so we all have seen this

ZHASK X YVE MOONTON CANON

So, with inspo from @astrowarden I'm making a headcanons and ideas list to jot some stuff down because I need to infodump. Hey, Yve mutual, (I can call you that, yes? Because you're the astrowarden?) you can reblog and add more below (or argue against mine). We can infodump a lot here. Let us build this Zhask X Yve ship together!!

Man I just need to infodump-

-- Headcanons under the :readmore: --

Equilibrium (Placeholder ship name)

Zhask and Yve got together after many forced team-ups against the ever-present problems threatening to destroy the Land of Dawn. Because if the planet gets destroyed then Zhask, now comfy with the place, will find more planets and that'd suck for Yve.

Just imagine Zhask shielding Yve from an attack... and the other way around... ehehehehe

There were lots of witty banter between them and many more insults but they gradually softened and became cool beans with each other.

"You want some pizza?" "No thanks, it's got meat on it."

*Yve eats the pepperonis for him.*

*He finally eats the pizza and asks for more.*

Zhask got really injured during a fight once AND IT WAS YVE WHO CALLED FOR HELP AND HELPED SAVE HIM

He was grabbing on to her arm for dear life at this point (which is when she realised 'Oh God he needs me').

They can both breathe, talk to each other, and hear each other in space. Which is weird because space is a vacuum.

Zhask is the idiot. Yve is the only one who can accept that.

Zhask lets Yve control Domorey (his staff) sometimes. He will NOT admit she's better than him.

Since Zhask is the only one of them with a canonical place to stay, Yve bunks with him. She has a set of pyjamas and everything.

Pillowfights (GAH)

Zhask's love language is acts of service. Yve's is listening. They're both secretly touch starved.

This planet was meant to be his Kastiya II, like an extension of the place. Yve doesn't have the heart to tell him what happened to Kastiya I.

They both love the wildlife. But Yve is usually the one to drag him out of his trance when he sees bugs. He gets an identity crisis.

Yve is Zhask's personal leash. She usually stops him from violently dropping his head into a nearby bush and eating it.

They both have eating problems. Zhask overeats. Yve doesn't eat enough. They criticise each other until their diets eventually cool up.

Imagine again, Yve comforting Zhask through his nightmares-

Zhask

Zhask likes coconut milk. He steals snow from the Northern Vale to build himself a mini fridge for his coconut shakes.

Kastiya II has a bunch of coconut trees. It's mentioned that he's building a swarm army there but it's mostly just a pet-type thing now because they KEEP. EATING. THE COCONUT TREES.

People mistake Zhask's forest of coconut trees for the actual Swarm.

He makes a living somehow by... selling the freshest coconuts known to the world???

Of course it isn't just the swarm who keep eating the trees. Zhask takes a bite out of every single type of plant he finds and if he likes them he'll suck out their juices. Like a beetle.

He sometimes does this to his own coconut trees when he's sleepwalking. He has no recollection of this and starts blaming his spawn beans again.

Yve recorded it and is now saving it as blackmail.

He's a traditional medicine kind of guy. Feed him a ginger root and he'll be all good in three hours.

The Land of Dawn uses his services to clear land and stuff. It's disturbing to see the usually composed and upright king going full-on feral when he's specifically requested for though.

A swarm can clear the intended land in minutes. But if he's hungry he'll take seconds (lol it's a pun).

We all know he can hear people's thoughts. Oho, he has the juiciest gossip if you can crack him open.

'Anything is edible if you're brave enough.'

He's not brave enough.

He's homesick.

He has a good relationship with Badang because Badang makes the best rice (he's Malay of course he does).

Yve

Unlike Zhask she is omnivorous which means she's the one who usually eats the shrimp in his mac and cheese.

She cheats at tag.

Zhask is her FIRST friend.

She likes fish. She can swim for hours. Which terrifies Zhask because he's seen one of his spawn young get eaten by a creature in the water and he's NOT taking risks.

She's actually very good at videogames.

She's not very social. But she DOES get invited by Aurora for tea every two weeks.

She still thinks Aurora should beat up Zhask and then some. As a treat and revenge.

Of course, coming from Mithlora, she is a great hunter. She and Helcurt have hunting battles occasionally when they cross paths.

One of Mithlora's veteran hunters keeps watch on Martis. So she still has family to communicate with in close quarters.

She likes sour cherry sweets.

She has a favourite of Zhask's spawn. Its name is Edem. Zhask's favourite is Meric.

She can light up like a glowstick. Just without the cracking and shaking (but you can do it to her; only once).

Her bestie is Pharsa.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I’ve finished the audiobook of Isy Suttie’s memoir, The Actual One. I enjoyed it a lot. It wasn’t quite what I’d expected, which is my fault for not expecting it to be exactly what I was told it would be. The book’s description said it was the story of her love life after a big breakup. I assumed that was just a framing device, and it would really be a more general autobiography, with stuff about one relationship as a starting point. But no, it was the story of one romantic breakup, and her love life in the exactly two years that followed it.

I was hoping for a few more comedy stories, as I enjoy those, particularly comedians telling old Edinburgh stories but I like the ones about traveling for gigs and stuff too. I was about to say old Edinburgh Festival stories are my favourite type of comedy gossip, but I suppose I have to say they’re my second favourite, after Tuesday football stories. This book had a few of those but was heavier on the more traditional love life-based gossip, which wasn’t quite was I was prepared for (my fault, as the description was quite clear about that) but it ended up being fun to listen to anyway.

And there was a fair bit of Chocolate Milk Gang gossip, which I of course always enjoy. Mainly it was just Gavin Osborn-based (at least, Gavin was the only CMG member to appear without an effort made to change his name, and even though that effort was fairly cursory, I guess I’ll respect it by not referencing anyone with a (badly) hidden identity). And the acknowledgements at the end thanked Daniel Kitson for being cool about not appearing in the book even though he was there in real life, which I was glad about, because pretty much every male “character” in that book besides Gavin Osborn was a terrible person, so nice that none of them were Kitson under a code name. Although there were a few parts of the book where even Gavin came off as a little bit of a dick, which I kind of liked. I love Gavin Osborn’s work and his persona of being the nicest guy in the entire world, but it was amusing to hear him humanized slightly. (To clarify for anyone concerned about where the other British comedian/nicest guy in the entire world fits into a chronicle of Isy Suttie’s love life where every man she meets sucks, the book ends long before she meets Elis James.)

Anyway, the main character in the book was Isy Suttie, and I found myself hugely enjoying just listening to her talk. I’ve obviously liked Isy Suttie before, I’ve found her stand-up funny and been impressed by her acting and sometimes her radio show got sweet and lovely and it’s a pretty thing to listen to. I also like Isy on podcasts, as both a host (Things We Do For Love has a few really great episodes, which are largely down to Isy being so good at getting people talking) and as a guest. But I’ve always listened to her before and thought, I can’t imagine what it would be like to have thought processes that work the way hers do. Not in a way of “she’s quirky/whimsical like Dobby”, but more in the way of “all her stories seem to be driven by this underlying trait of being brave and romantic and exciting in a way that I have never felt but it’s fun to hear from someone who does.”

This book was definitely the most I’ve ever understood Isy Suttie (I mean, understood where she was coming from in the version she presented of herself in this specific book), and she makes that so easy, with the way she writes. The book jumps around a bit, going between her two-year post-breakup timeline, to occasionally telling related stories from before or after that point. There are maybe two times when that feels slightly clunky, but most of the time it feels really smooth and natural and like someone’s just telling you about their life in a way that all makes sense and all seems right.

The other day, I went out to the pub with my roommate, it was almost empty, there was an eccentric bartender who started telling us about his favourite music gigs, and even though I had water and chicken wings instead of a pint, I thought, this is all right. This is the sort of social I experience I shut down when I stopped socializing during COVID, and I’m now getting back even if it can’t all be the same, I like this stuff, I’m so glad I live with my best friend and we can just go to the pub on a Sunday afternoon. Then, an old friend of ours happened to walk by the pub with his wife and daughter, and they came in to say hello. We used to see him all the time – I first met him on a camping trip when I was 19. Now I’m 33, and I haven’t seen him in quite a few years. I’d heard a few years ago that he’d had a kid and I even briefly met the kid, and when I saw the baby he had with him in the pub, I thought, this kid is younger than I was expecting, maybe not all that much time has passed since I heard about him having that kid, maybe the years aren’t flying by so fast. Then it turned out that this is his second kid, the one I met years ago is older and at home. Then he explained that this baby is a year old and he and his wife pretty much haven’t left the house in a year or seen anyone but thought they’d go for a walk today. And he wishes he could come in and have a pint with us like old times but can’t because they have to get the baby home. But we must see each other again sometime. Maybe they’ll come over for a barbecue sometime this summer. Once in a year. As long as we can childproof the house so they can bring their kids.

Then they left and I sat back down, feeling vaguely sad that this is everyone now but also relieved that that isn’t my life. Then some older guy, half drunk, walked in the pub, sat down near us, and started talking to the bartender and then my roommate about various things. This quickly devolved into a rant about how Justin Trudeau is a fascist for shutting down the trucker protest and is ruining the economy with environmental policies and he needs his truck so Justin will never make him take public transit and we need to get more (oil) pipelines going and the Conservatives will save us from this. Then he started asking my roommate what he does, and got really weird about it when my roommate mentioned that some of the athletes he coaches are female. And I thought, actually, it’s possible that living a lifestyle where you can go to a pub on a Sunday afternoon isn’t that much better than being home with your loving partner and two adorable children where no one shouts about how they only constructed the local light rail lines to launder money at City Hall. I think I maybe just don’t like anything.

Anyway, what was I talking about again? Right, right, Isy Suttie. I had that afternoon at the pub, then went home and put on the audiobook, where I immediately heard a scene about her visiting Gavin Osborn in the place where he’d moved to have a family, away from the big city, and Isy’s talking about how uncomfortable she felt with her friends suddenly being grown-up family people instead of pub people (one of the main themes of the book), and she doesn’t know how to hold Gavin’s baby because it's weird that he has a baby at all but also seems like a nice life. I listened to that scene and thought, well I guess I can take Isy Suttie off my list of comedians I find funny but not personally relatable. This is definitely the most relatable I’ve ever found Isy Suttie.

Anyway, if you have ever turned 33 (that happens to be the age I am now, I think Isy was slightly younger when most events of this book take place, but around there) and found your friends living lives of suburbs and marriages when you are not into that, you may enjoy this book. You may also enjoy this book even if that has not happened to you, because as Isy has proved with her other comedy stories, she’s fun to listen to even if you don’t personally relate. You’ll probably enjoy this book whether or not you have ever been personally upset about Gavin Osborn having a child. And there were a few fun stories about terrible early comedy gigs, which is all I really want out of a comedian's memoir.

[jellybeanium124]

Stede unclasped his hands and tried to stand normally. But telling yourself to "stand normally" inevitably doomed you to stand abnormally.

Ed chuckled. "What are you doing? Now you look like a puppet with a drunkard pulling your strings."

"I don't know!" Stede said, a little more hotly than the situation warranted. "Trying not to stand like a puppy, I guess..."

"Aw, no mate, it's really cute. I like how you stand."

The line moved forward a bit, giving Stede an excuse to move and reset himself.

"I always forget how much standing in line happens at amusement parks," Ed said, annoyed. He started bouncing his left leg absentmindedly.

Stede noticed, and his mouth pinched slightly. Ed looked at him and studied his face carefully.

"What?"

"Hm? Nothing."

"That's your Something Nothing."

"What?"

"That's how you say 'nothing' when it's actually definitely something."

Stede sighed. "It's really nothing."

"C'mon love. We'll probably be stuck here for another 20 minutes."

Stede accepted his fate. There was no getting out of this. "Well, I just suddenly thought about this trip to New York my family did when I was a child. We saw a concert at Carnegie Hall, but we had to wait in the foyer for a while before getting to our seats. It was some kind of cocktail hour thing? I don't really remember. There was nothing there for me. I was 10, there weren't any other kids there. Not that I would've been brave enough to go talk to them if there had been. And there wasn't any place to hide a book in my stupid little suit. So after about 30 minutes of standing around and being bored out of my skull, I start acting all bratty, and my father gives me a little bap on the ear and told me to stand still and shut up. I know that's not... I know how I sound telling that story..."

"What do you mean, 'how you sound?'"

Stede flushed a bit red and looked at his shoes. "Like a spoiled brat..." he said quietly.

"Your dad hit you."

"No, not really, I mean it was just a little slap. Open-handed. It didn't even really hurt, or leave a mark even--"

"Stede, no, stop, please. Your dad was awful. And you're not some snobby rich guy. I've dealt with a lot of snobby rich guys. I know the type very well. And that's not you. And I'm guessing that this was just one time out of several, anyways. A time that stuck out to you because it was a special occasion."

Stede nodded. "Yeah... I just sort of learned that if I held my hands together and gently bit my tongue it was easier to keep still and quiet..."

Ed gave him a look with the biggest eyes for that. "I'm never gonna be mad at you for that, Stede. You're never upset with me for squirming, are you? And you were 10. And 30 minutes is a long time when there's nobody around for you to talk to and you don't have a book or phone or anything."

Stede imagined little 10-year-old Ed trapped in a room full of boring adults talking about... taxes and mutual bonds or something, unable to escape. He imagined little Ed having to stand still and quiet all through that. He didn't want to imagine anything else happening to little Ed. But if little Ed started to get restless after a full half an hour (or, at least what felt like half an hour to a 10-year-old), then Stede absolutely wouldn't blame him at all. Stede would want to rescue little Ed from all the boring adult talk to talk about something cool like mermaids or dinosaurs, and let him sit down because his feet hurt from standing in dress shoes for so long.

Ed gently took Stede's hand in his own. "Puppies are meant to wag their tails, you know."

It was so silly Stede couldn't help but giggle, and Ed giggled too.

"It's too bad I don't have a tail, then."

"Oh, I bet it'd be so cute!! A fluffy golden retriever tail or something. It'd be so soft."

Ed said it with such adoration and love Stede couldn't help but kiss him.

"Your tail would be fluffy too."

"No it wouldn't! It'd be sleek."

"Nope! It'd be a big fluffy main coon tail. You can't change the facts, Edward."

Ed faked a pout and they both started giggling again. Stede squeezed Ed's hand, and Ed squeezed back.

A very long time ago, Stede learned that it was best for him to be still and quiet. And while nowadays the words "still" and "quiet" would not be in the top 50 his friends would use to describe him (some would even say that "quiet" is an antonym to Stede Bonnet), certain ingrained habits were hard to drop. But it was easier with Ed by his side. How many times had Stede witnessed an old habit of Ed's and opened his eyes to the fact that he didn't have to live that way anymore? Maybe Stede deserved to be on the receiving end of that interaction. Maybe. And if he thought about it while bouncing a little or twiddling his fingers and playing with his rings, that was okay.

stede and ed will be standing in line for a thing engaging in a rare bout of comfortable silence. stede will be standing straight with his hands clasped behind his back, and ed will say "you stand like a very polite puppy," and then not elaborate. stede doesn't know what to do about that.

[rawmeknockout]

So it's movie night on the lost light and there is a scene with hot babe giving a car a car wash ,bikini and all. Who's quietly suffering and who's brave enough to actually ask the resident human for a "demonstration of that human custom" I feel like tailgate would be pretty excited about the idea lol thank you💕💕

Rodimus

Please, please, please for the love of Primus wash him. Even think about washing him. Just give him the time of day to even think about pressing your wet, soft body up against his alt form and he'll never have to watch porn ever again.

Swerve

He's familiar with the custom, so he's already been thinking about it for eons. It's the fact that there's a human RIGHT HERE that could fulfill the fantasy that makes him flush and consider running out of his own bar. He can't ever muster up the courage to ask, even if you two were dating. My man is suffering.

Whirl

If it were up to Whirl, the scene would have some explosions and a helicopter and at least five more bitches. He immediately jumps to needling you for a wash, put your boobs into it too, but if you actually reciprocate he will get shy. Look, all that stuff he says and the way he acts is just for show. The fact you would look him in the eye and say sure never seemed like a possibility. Uno reverse card.

Ultra Magnus

Okay, he's generally the type to insist that movies get fast forwarded through the 'obscene' bits, so it's no surprise he's trying to get Rewind to skip the car wash scene. It just so happens that he's flushed from toe to tip and can't look at anyone. He's not really imagining himself in the situation, it's more playing on his voyeurism kink which makes him uncomfortable.

Tailgate

He's all about this! Tiny humans? All over him and washing him down? It's like getting a sexy, soft massage. He's already got a thing for humans because they're so small, but they just go around washing cars like that??? It's something out of a banned Cybertronian porno. He's a dirty lil guy. Will, of course, be the actual first one to ask (Whirl doesn't count).

Cyclonus

He already knows what Tailgate is thinking and, although he won't show it, that nearly makes his engine purr and his cooling fans whir to life. He won't show it. He's not some new spark who flinches at the first sign of sex appeal. Like many on the Lost Light, he will be furiously beating his meat to this later.

[bestruction]

Things that aot boys do that warms your heart

- Eren Jaeger 

Modern au: The way he’s always touching you, not in a sexual way not only so when you come home from a long day at work be sure that this boy is waiting for you on the sofa to put his hands ALL around you. There’s something special about these quiet moments because he’s not the most silent person in the world, to know that is enough for him put you in his lap with his hand on your waist watching some random shit on Netflix brings some comfort, yk? As if being there with him is your home and not just the walls and bricks. Who can blame you? He’s a big teddy bear.

Aot au: The way he expresses himself. If I had to define him with one word it’d be intense definitively. Is he angry? You’ll know, is he embarrassed? You’ll know, is he sad? You’ll know. Even if he’s confused about what that hell he’s feeling you’ll know. He always wants to be the more honest with you as possible and of course, if he wants to tell you or show you how much and why he loves you...Girl/boy, you’ll know. I can imagine him waking his s/o at 3 am and leaving the dorms without anyone know just to see the stars or to walk around the city with some excuse like “I just wanted to see you, please. Let’s go” and at the end of the night whispering “I love you”, BUT that’s exactly the reason why 19y old Eren will break your heart in pieces (one of them). To see him getting colder and colder is like to watch the boy you love disappear slowly and all these memories only make you miss him more.

- Levi Ackerman 

Modern au: The way he’s always taking care of you. It’s not like he’s overprotective or something, he knows you’re independent and can handle with yourself. He does it almost like an instinct. If you are sick, he’ll show up at your house wearing a mask and holding a plastic bag full of remedy, teas, and some snacks, if you sleep without covering yourself he’s gonna cover you with a blanket in one second and if you are sad he can be only the shoulder that you need or advice you in the best way.

Aot au: Same thing, but it becomes overprotection since death is a factor way more present in aot au and he already lost too much. It takes a lot from this man to let you be inside of his heart because of his fear and traumas from the past and now that you’re in...He’s even more afraid to lose you. He always has one eye on you in every battle inside or outside the walls, you’re the first face he’ll be looking for and if you get hurt he may look calm and cool, but inside of him, there’s a storm.

- Armin Arlert 

Modern au: The way he tries to be brave in front of you. He’s a very shy boy, he doesn’t scream with others even if they deserve it, he doesn’t like to be the center of attention, and he for sure hates spiders and cockroaches, but this baby boy is ready to face all this shit for you! He wants to be someone you can depend on just like you’re to him. Which ends up with you both scared or without knowing how to deal with a big spider and having to call Eren or Mikasa, but he was there with you all the time!

Aot au: The way he’s curious about everything. To see him learning from the outside world with so much joy makes you forget about the war sometimes. It’s inspiring. His eyes shine when he talks about the things he saw in the sea and along the beach and when he started to learn about other cultures your heart melts inside your chest because of his compassion and kindness even with all the hate against Eldia. Also, he’s always studying you too, you actions, your mannerism, your details. He never gets tired of learning about you even after years together and it’s because of that attention and passion that you know he’s the right one.

- Jean Kirstein 

Modern au: The way he cooks. Jean learned how to cook with his mama, change my mind. There’s something about this tall-ass man when he enters into the kitchen humming some song that you never know and start to cutting vegetables for his and your omelet. His mom used to do it for him since he exists, always makes him feel safe because of her memory and that’s why he’s ready to cook one for you when you need to feel the same. He’ll ask you to wait for a little while he mixes everything, you watch him smile because of the food’s smell and his hair casually fall on his face. Little does he know that you already feel safe before he even gives your plate

Aot au: The way he acts cocky in front of everyone especially Eren, but just you show up and he’s a melted bubble of “baby this” “baby that”. No matter how much Connie and Sasha tease him for act like this around you. He’ll tell them to shut up of course, but he couldn’t care less. I see Jean as a very confident guy about these small things. In his mind, he only showing his love to his s / o why would he feel embarrassed for it? It’s very logical.

- Reiner Braun 

Modern au: The way he’s always trying to please you. Reiner is not the most expressive person at least not in words. He’s a serious man, but it doesn’t change how much he cares about you, how you’re always in his head. So now how he shows it to you? Buying you gifts. Sometimes an expensive one, sometimes a small one that he saw and wanted to bring to you, sometimes something that he thinks you might need. He’s the type of person who calls you when he’s at the store just to ask “Do you need pads?”. It’s really cute, but you have to tell him “stop spending your money, sir”  

Aot au: When Paradise attacked Marley, you were with Falco and Gabi at some random window watching Eren Jaeger eat the Warhammer titan. It was when you filled your lungs with air to scream his name that the tears came to your eyes. You knew Reiner wasn’t alright since he came back and to see him without any wish for battle and to live made your heart break into pieces. You knew that to fight it was the last thing he needed to do, but what could you do besides call for him? The kids did the same and your voice became a cry of “sorry”, but when he moved and put himself in a position to fight your broken heart lights up in hope for the man that you love. He was there. The way he was always there for you and the others warm your heart and soul.

[theladybarnes]

READY TO COMPLY - CHAPTER ONE: IT’S YOU

“ Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere Or would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place, should I leave it there?”

▸ summary: cheers to the newly weds?? ▸ characters: tony stark, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, & bucky barnes ▸ word count: 4,141 ▸ warnings: slight angst, semi pinning ▸ series masterlist

The two of you stood in front of the roaring fire. Allowing the deep orange and yellow embers to be the entertainment. It’s always like this around this time of year. The two of you meeting together, forgetting all schedules or plans that you both might have that day and lock yourself up in Tony’s home. 

 This year was a little bit different considering he presented you with an early Christmas present. A brand new townhouse in the city. For months you had spent time back in California that you almost forgot you couldn’t go back into the compound. Not when Steve was still living there. Running a tight hand on the team you weren’t allowed on. 

 “You know, I was almost a little worried you were going to make me go all the way to California. Which, I wouldn’t mind. Snow reminds me too much of...” The words died off as he reached for his glass of gin, sipping at the harsh liquid softly. 

 “Well Pepper wouldn’t keep me from you. She knows how much this time of year means to us..besides I missed you.” You smiled a bit, trying to give him a brave face. It was the longest the two went on not talking and you knew it was killing your brother inside. “I do hate the snow though, I miss palm trees covered in lights.” 

 “Yeah, she knows I got you in the divorce. Wouldn’t dare keep ya from me.” He joked, reaching out to poke at the fire with the poker. The log flickered a bit, shooting small bits of embers around. “I guess we’re just not that into Christmas.” 

 “Says the guy that decided to buy me a whole town house. I am just one person you know.” 

 Tony glanced at you with a shy smile. “Feeling generous is all.” Turning around, you looked over the place, admiring some of the furniture decisions that Tony made on your behalf. He fortunately knew what type of style you had grown to love over the years and added different cool tone colors as the main theme of the home. 

 “Well, thank you. But I’m also kinda pissed it puts my cufflinks to shame.” This year you had gotten Tony custom made cufflinks that looked a lot like the ones your father used to wear. It wasn’t a big surprise, but he seemed to love it nonetheless. 

 “It’s my new favorite accessory and I’m going to buy a dozen more suits just to wear them.” He smirked, setting down his drink to wrap an arm around your shoulder. “Anything you give me would be my favorite.” 

 Leaning your head on his shoulder, you took notice at the time, reaching your hand up to place on chest. It’s been years and yet it’s still a pain you can’t let go. You can only imagine the turmoil that Tony goes through every year. 

 “It’s crazy to think it’s been twenty-five years since it’s happened..”

 He took a look up at the digital clock you two set up on the mantle of the fireplace before back down at you. “You’re twenty-five too..God, when did the years go by.” He sighed, suddenly sounding a lot like his age. “Just yesterday I had Happy teaching you how to ride a bike.” 

 You couldn’t help but crack up a bit, recalling one of the many occasions that Happy had to teach you. It was probably near seventeen years and your eight year old mind matched with Tony’s chaotic one. Leading you to go down big hills on the bike. Tony swears he almost died of laughter watching Happy run after you.

 “And now you’re buying me town houses so I don’t run into my nearly one hundred year old ex boyfriend.”

 He chuckled a bit at that, shaking his head before he got back his glass to down the rest of the liquid. “Let him keep his stupid boyband. You’ll always have a place here on Team Stark.” He teased, acting like it was actually a thing. 

 “I’m always happy to be on your team, Tony.”

 It was hard to keep the mood from turning somber. Maybe it was the weather, or the dark skyline glooming in the room, or simply just the reminder of the day itself. 

 The clock began to do its countdown, making you two grip onto each other tighter. Like you both were each other’s only life line.

 [00:11:59:20]

 “I wish you could have known them..just for one day..” He rubbed his hand against your shoulders and you realized you were shaking.

 [00:11:59:40] 

 “I know.” You whispered, feeling your voice drown out. Glancing at the side of your eyes you noticed how much Tony’s had glistened. It made you wrap your arms around him tighter. “..me too.” 

 [00:11:59:59] —————— [00:12:00:00]  DECEMBER 16TH, 2015

  The sounds of various announcements in the terminal drowned out the sounds of your worried friends’ pleas.  Making you smile a bit at them as they continued on with their jabbering. 

 “How can you be leaving for six weeks?”

 “Why Romania? Didn’t you want me to join you in California?”

 “Wait, you two were going to hang out in California without me?”

 “Sam, you’re Steve’s friend. You have to do things with him now.”

 The look on Sam’s face almost had you covering your mouth. His dark brown eyes glanced over at you, already annoyed with the fact that you all got there at six. Which you told him he didn’t have to come, which only made him more upset at the idea of not being able to say goodbye.

 “Look, that was the original plan. But after spending some time with Pepper and then Christmas with Tony, I realized that I need to break away from everyone and venture off on my own for a bit.”

 Natasha raised a brow up at you before reaching over to pull you in for a hug. “I hate the idea of you alone out there. But I understand.” She sighed, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. “The minute you need me, call and I’m on my way. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing.”

 “Even if you’re out beating up some bad guys?” You joked, looking over at the red head when she pulled back. 

 “I’m there no matter what.” She smiled before Sam shoved his way in. An annoyed chuckle came from the women as the man wrapped his arms tightly around you. Giving you a crushing hug. 

 “I’ll probably get to you like a normal person would considering I don’t have her ridiculous resources but if you’re ever in need of my expertises I’m there too.”

 Snuggling a bit into his chest, you hug him back, trying to hold in the emotions these two were making you feel. One of them being guilt. It wasn’t like you could probably explain why you picked Romania or why you felt you wouldn’t be alone there. But to have them worry about you so much and be willing to come to you at the drop of a hat had your stomach tense up. 

 “Guys, I should be okay. Nothing is going on there as of now. I set up a place that’s already connected to FRIDAY and I can hold my own.” The two shared a glance, knowing the last words meant a lot to you. Ever since the fight with Steve, it’s been a struggle for you to get that message across. 

 Sighing in defeat, the both take turns again giving you a tight hug. Helping walk you over towards the security. “How come you didn’t just ask to take Tony’s jet. Wouldn’t it be easier?” Natasha asked as she adjusted the strap of your bag over her shoulder. 

 “It would have caused some kind of press to find out I’m there and I’m still under the radar a bit these days.” You shrugged. “It’s a smaller flight so I shouldn’t have too many problems.”

 “When will we be able to hear back from you?”

 Glancing at your phone, you calculated the time difference before answering Sam. “I’ll basically be your early morning wake up call. That is if you aren’t sent off on any missions while I’m there.” The man frowned at that, knowing full well it wouldn’t be long till they were both off again. “If anything, I’ll be sure to shoot you guys an email about what I did everyday. Tony’s requiring that already so I might as well get you guys in on the snail mail.” You promised, hoping to appease them.

 The three of you approached the small line to security, getting ready to finally bid farewell. Again they both took turns giving you a tight hug. Natasha being emotional enough to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “You better stay safe, Cолнышко (little sun), or else me and bird brain are dragging you back.”

 “She’s nasty for that comment,” started Sam as he squeezed in to instead hold the two of you in his arms. “But she’s not wrong. We will hunt you down.”

“And on that threat, I’m taking that as my cue to go.” Grabbing your bags carefully, you stepped away from the nagging pair and made your way towards the line. Stopping only after a few seconds to turn back and steal one last look. They both looked back fondly as they waved goodbye, making you feel suddenly emotional. “Dorks.” You chuckled, lifting a hand to wave back before you finally made your leave. Hopefully for the reunion that was sure to come.

TWO WEEKS LATER

 You scowled at the screen of your iPad. Wondering how you’ve gone two weeks with absolutely no luck on finding Bucky. If the big lug wanted you to come find him, then why did he make it so hard to find a single trace on him?

 Sure, he had other people looking for him as well, including people you personally knew. But if he was leaving behind sentimental parting words like ‘see you soon,love’ and looking at you the way he did that day, then why not leave other clues?

 The apartment you had rented for the intended six weeks was horribly outside the main city. Bucharest was the largest city, making you worried that you started off way too big in your search for Bucky. Not to mention Tony seemed keen on making you have a more natural view of the country. Which was considerate of him, since he did think you were just relaxing. But you could relax with city noise as well? After thinking it over, you decided to leave the lease early, claiming they could keep the deposit and promised to leave it in clean conditions.

 That left you setting up in hotels within the city. A hunch that you couldn’t shake off had you thinking he’d use the busy streets and fast pace people as a way to blend in. Which was smart, but also another pain in your ass. The second was the amount of recent texts and calls you had received from Steve.

 It was like the moment you left America he remembered that he wanted to talk to you. Making you annoyed at the fact that he could’ve called months ago if he wanted to fix things. At least a little. But even now as you read over some of the texts he sent, you couldn’t help but find yourself wondering if you even wanted him back.

 The friendship was something you missed, but maybe it wasn’t as strong as you always saw it. For too long you and Steve blurred the lines, making any kind of semi sweet moment turn romantic rather than just normal. And while you’re still feeling a deep love for him, you knew deep down it wouldn’t be the same ever again. Not when you knew he wanted a different version of you.

 The waitress pulled you out of your plaguing thoughts when she handed you the bill for your lunch, making you quick to thank her. Your Romanian was considerably bad, but the locals seemed to appreciate the effort as they gave you a weak thumbs up at most of your attempts. Packing up your belongings, you slip on your earbuds and start up the connection to FRIDAY on your phone. 

 The recent update on certain street cameras you hacked upon your arrival showed absolutely no footage. This trip was slowly turning into a headache and you realized it might be best to just leave him alone. If he truly wanted to talk to you, he’d find a way. And considering how little he knew of you, it was more than likely that he didn’t. It wasn’t his fault that you were the one having dreams about your encounters. Or running imaginations about what could have happened. 

 You were feeling low and weren’t feeling the love from Steve at the time. Any thoughts about him were just your own hopeful projections. Something that Bucky didn’t deserve because if you were going to go to him it’d be to help him only. 

 [TEXT MESSAGE: NAT 🦊]

 YOU: I’m starting to miss home. NATASHA: Home definitely misses you. Come back already. :(

 You couldn’t help but smile at someone as cool as Natasha using sad emoticons. Tapping at your screen, you ignore the people passing by you as you head down the street to your hotel. 

 YOU: I’ve paid for the trip. Might as well soak it up for the next couple of weeks.  YOU: But next time, I’m definitely bringing you or Sam along.  NATASHA: Wilson will only give us headaches. Let’s just ditch everything right now and go to Belize. I think it’s warm enough for swimsuits ;)

 Laughing at her last message, you don’t look up in time to avoid an overly large pair of shoulders. “Scuze.” Muttered the voice as he quickly made his way through. Not having time to say anything back, you only get a quick glimpse of the figure from the corner of your eye.

 Stopping in place, you try to wonder what stumped you. Was it his voice? Was it the fact that he didn’t seem all too sorry? Turning around, you try to catch the mystery person again. Scanning through the crowd of people till you notice the back of a larger male. His coat was covering up any distinct feature and the top of his head was covered with a dark cap. 

 There’s an attempt to not be so noticeably stalky towards the man as you quickly rush to follow him. Moving across the street, you quickly brushed past people, acting like you had to go somewhere important before you’re able to get a bit ahead of him. He pauses for a moment, looking around before you’re able to see his face finally.

 You try your best not to gasp so loud when you see him. But the smile that spread over your lips couldn’t be stopped when you realized it was Bucky. 

 He looked different from the last time you saw him. His hair was still long, only a little bit but still different from the usual hair men around the area seemed to have. His face was definitely scruffy and to your dismay, he looked more tired than usual. Like he could use an honest good night's rest. 

 Without realizing it, you found yourself following him. Keeping your distance as he went about his shopping. Despite the still winter weather, he wasn’t as bundled up as most people around you both. He simply wore a thick jacket, gloves, and a hat to keep the cool winds from hitting his skin. 

 But what got you more curious was to see how well he blurred in with the crowds. Acting like he wasn’t being hunted down by multiple organizations. It was amusing to you, seeing him interact now and then with clerks when checking out things he wanted to buy. He seemed to be going only one direction, making you wonder when the end destination would end up being.

 It was a struggle to think about why you hadn’t approached him yet. Greet him like a long lost friend and catch up. But the more you thought about it, the more you felt anxious about it. Bucky was doing seemingly well. He was living a life here. Doing something as normal as shopping in the middle of the day. Something so mundane that everyone else would take for granted. 

 But for Bucky this had to mean so much more. For a large part of his life he was used by the most nefarious people, who wanted him to murder, steal, and God knows what else for the past couple of decades.

 Sure, he said you were friends, but would you really want to come in and interrupt the first bit of peaceful life he’s had since he was..well since he was your age? It was only around this time he was pulled into war and now that it’s decades later, it was a chance for him to live normally. No war, no hydra, just him. Even if it hurt you to think of saying goodbye to him, you figured that it might be best to give him this life alone. He deserved it, and you would vow to never be the one to take it away from him.

 You noticed that he’s no longer in front of you, making you curse to yourself as you scanned around the streets again. Great, you were too busy thinking about leaving him that you didn’t think about him leaving you. 

 Turning back around, you’re about to pull out your phone and reply back to Natasha finally when you’re suddenly being pulled into an alley. 

 The arms of your captor were wrapped around your neck, pulling the hood you had on to cover even more of your face. Not allowing you to see any kind of feature on his face. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck, making you shiver in fear. The grip on you was too tight for you to twist your way out of. “кто ты? (Who are you?)” When you didn’t reply he gripped harder. “кого ты работаешь? (Who do work for?)” 

 You gasp a little, feeling your throat tighten up. He didn't seem to care as he gripped harderuntil you started to slap at his arms. “Please.” You whimpered, starting to feel light headed. Something in you must have sounded desperate because he suddenly dropped you, allowing your body to sag down to the ground. “I’m not Russian.” You coughed out, peering up at the man finally. 

 “Oh my God.” He gasped. Pulling your hood back, revealing your face as well as giving you a better look at his. “It’s you.” Bucky sighed, helping to pick you up from the floor. He helped stand up right before his gloved hand checked over your neck, over the area he had been pressing down on. “I’m so sorry! I just..I thought you were HYDRA.” 

 Shaking your head, you calmed down on your breathing before you placed your hand on top of his. “So did I.” Nodding his head, he slowly pulls his hand back before he checks over you again, probably feeling guilty still. “I’m okay, I promise.” Having him so up close gave you a better chance at seeing his face better. And God does it break your heart to see him like this.

 Without even realizing it, you reached out to cup this side of his face, pulling him in closer. His bright blue eyes widened at the motion, blinking a couple of times before he allowed you to continue. His hot breath shuddered for a moment, but having your warm hand against his skin must have been nice since he eventually relaxed into your touch, closing his eyes suddenly as you carefully looked at him. 

 It’s almost weird how close this is becoming like your dream from months ago. But you didn’t focus too much on that and instead allowed your other hand to cup up and trace some of the features on his face. Using the tip of your finger to run down the bridge of his nose and trace the slight line that was bagged underneath his eyes. 

 The freckles on the side of his eyes made you smile, causing you to shake your head at yourself. For only having seen him once up close before, your dream was surely detailed right in the way you envisioned him. Everything was just as it was, even down to the slight pink hue of sun kissed skin on the bridge of his nose.

 You were almost tempted to brush along the line of his pouty lips when he suddenly spoke again. “It took you a while to find me again.” A huff of an amused laugh fell past your lips and you nodded your head. “I’m glad to see you.” He added, fluttering his long lashes as he opened to look at you again.

 “It wasn’t easy finding you. I think the universe played a hand again in helping in my search.” 

 Letting go of his face you pat at his cheek lightly before moving to wrap your arms around yourself. “It’s good to see you though. It’s been a while.” He didn’t seem pleased to lose the contact from you and reached out instead to place his hand at your arm, letting it linger there. 

“How are you and Steve?”

 You felt a lump form in your throat, not sure how to even touch that subject yet. But Bucky was looking at you with such genuine curiosity, that you didn’t want to keep secrets from him. Not when he’s trusted you so much so far. “It’s kind of funny,” you chuckled, trying to figure out where to start. 

 “I could use a good laugh.” He proposed. Raising a brow at you curiously. It was the same kind of face that Natasha would make whenever she tried to read you and you hated how it made you automatically feel like spilling.

 “Mr. Bucky?” 

 The two of you glanced down the end of the alleyway to see two small children. The one who spoke out was a young boy, probably around thirteen with dark eyes and hair. At his side was a younger girl, who despite being the younger of the two looked like a copied version of the boy beside her.

 Bucky stepped back from you, turning to face them better before he replied back. Talking to them in Romanian before he suddenly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. The two of you suddenly were walking now to join the kids. While his arm felt nice around you, the confusion couldn’t be swept off your face as he casually pressed a kiss to your head. Talking back to the boy again.

 “Go ahead.” Bucky said eventually, nodding at the boy. Smiling, the boy reached out his hand and offered a shake to you. “I am Luca. Mr. Bucky tells me you are his American wife.” You pinched the side of your thigh to stop the cough that wanted to come out from your throat. “This is my sister. We are..how is word again?”

 Did he just say WIFE?

 Bucky, sporting a very nervous but slightly amused grin on his face, now offered up an answer. “Neighbors. They’re my neighbors.” The boy's smile turned bright again as he nodded to Bucky thankfully.

 “Yes! We are neighbors. And now that you’ve found him again. You are neighbor as well.”

 The little girl feeling left out extended her small hand out. “I am Anyanna. It is pleasure to meet.” Her accent was much thicker than Luca’s and you had to bit down on your cheek from being too amused by it. Her next words seemed to throw you back off again as she pointed to the building you guys were beside. “Let’s go to homes,Mrs. Bucky. Before we freeze.”

 Luca, suddenly remembering what they had to do took hold of the girl's hand and led them to the building. “Anyanna is right! We have dinner soon. We hope to see you again, Mrs. Bucky!” You were barely able to give out a half assed wave before you and Bucky were left alone again.

 “Wow.” You gaped over at him. Feeling only a little bit annoyed with how okay he was by all this. Surely you wished now more than ever you could have understood what he told the young boy. But the whole interaction didn’t seem to throw him off much. 

 “Well, Mrs. Bucky.” He dragged out, pointing up to the building. “Would you like to come up?”

A/N: Well I hope you guys are ready for this! I’m happy to finally have Bucky emerged fully in the storyline now. Get ready for the perfect angsty boyfriend~ Also I love the idea of Bucky being good with kids so ofc the neighbor kids would talk with him. Even if they are misinformed 🥴

[starry-blue-echoes]

H E L L Y E A H

Joshu Being A Not Shitty Excuse Of A Human For Real. He's still a bit of a brat and a tad rude but he's not The Actual Worst. He still has a bit of a crush on Yasuho, but he actually respects her feelings and realises she sees him more like a sibling than a romantic interest.

I'd imagine Yasuho had to practically beg him to keep Paisley a secret in the beginning, but maybe once he pushed her a bit too far and she shoved back hard enough to get him to start really thinking about what he was doing. Maybe he went to his dad or brother for help (while making sure to not mention Paisley of Yasuho's lab) and they carefully explain to him Yeah Maybe You Shouldn't Do That while giving him a much needed perspective shift. It takes a bit, but he apologises and Yasuho forgives him, and it kicks off his Better Person Arc

(heck, maybe Joshu ends up learning about Nut King Call early and he and Yasuho use it to make even MORE cool stuff together)

This time I can see his hostility toward Gappy stemming more from the fact that he thinks he's suspicious as fuck and doesn't want to risk Yasuho or his family being put in danger. He doesn't do anything to hurt him nor does he act as shitty as canon, but he's definitely noticeably more prickly which confuses Gappy for a bit. But after a few weeks, he chills out and is satisfied that he doesn't seem to be dangerous

as for Paisley's design Y E S

for the Mecha Aspect, I've definitely imaging some Brave Saga type stuff, mostly in the thicker legs/feet, forearms and shoulders. The head definitely looks mostly like how Paisley's is, but I also want to maybe mix it a bit with some Power Rangers/Super Sentai stuff (I'll admit I'm pretty biased here since I love Power Rangers djrgvhjdrbvd). And BIG yes with the Magical Girl Stuff, Yasuho is going to make Paisley's suit the most beautiful badass in all of Japan and you bet she's going to make it all practical. I'm imagining stuff like ribbons that can be used as whips or work like those segmented swords, glitter and sparkles that work like flash bangs, a skirt that has solar panels in it for extra power, that kinda stuff

I have SO many thoughts rotating now for a design but at the very least I know what to use my sketchbook for the next time I can use it-

AU idea: Yasuho gets Paisley Park awakened early and decides to make Paisley Park a combat stand by becoming a tinkerer and inventor. She has at least two rudimentary suits cappable of channeling Paisley Park by the time Jojolion starts.

Hi Yes I Hope You Know I Love Every Aspect Of This

like. Yasuho notices her pink shadow way earlier, but being the small child she is decides to try and befriend it. She realises her new friend can posses any kind of technology or electronic but that she can't be seen by people, so it's only natural that the next step would be to make something for it to inhabit permanently

and because of this, Yasuho's been an inventor ever since she was tiny. Her first versions of Paisley's suits are little tin cans with tangled wiring and a crayon colored smiley face that could barely move a few steps before collapsing. She would spend hours devouring book after book in the library trying to teach herself more about engineering to make Paisley better and better suits. She found an abandoned building and converted it into a workshop to keep all her stuff safe and even made a little sleeping area with a food storage on the days she stayed too late/didn't want to go home

and I love the idea of her have two rudimentary suits, but if I may raise an idea with them:

one is more "person like." It has the proportions of a human and looks like one, even maybe having synthetic skin or a hologram (depends on how much we want Yasuho to push the bounds of science with Paisley's help) to help it pass as a person which Paisley uses in public

as for the other, this one is more combat oriented :)

after all, Yasuho was a kid when she started building Paisley's suits, and she has no adult super vision. Oh course she's going to want to make a cool fighting robot

it's a lot bulkier than the human one to accommodate the strength and armour, and also I think it should be able to fly. Just Because. That part took AGES to figure out, but when she finally worked out the kinks Yasuho had never been so thankful that Morioh doesn't have too many towns in the surrounding area giving a lot of space for her and Paisley to fly freely without worrying about getting caught

Yasuho's goal is to someday create a suit that can work both as an everyday and a combat suit

(also, I'm not saying Yasuho should get a prosthetic after the Final Fight, HOWEVER I think Yasuho should get a prosthetic after the Final Fight)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hue and Cry XX

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), trauma, mentions of death, some elements untagged.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: After weeks on the road, there isn’t much time left to prepare for what comes next.

Note: I typed Chapter 20 and I’m like huh? I never really expected or intended this to be more than a self-indulgent smut fic but one thing led to another and another and another and ... you know what I mean. Anyways, you all have been wonderful with you support and I’m not too cautious to say that this fic has brought me back to the days of Tapestry ;)

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

MASTERLIST

You, Zemo, Peter, and Elina were joined by only several servants in the single cart. Your luggage was sparse, with more gold and food than anything as the baron promised you would have all you needed at your destination.

Ulrich was sent off every other night to seek out news of any repercussions which had come of the scene left at Tower Zemo. All you’d heard since your departure was what you already knew; the castle had been abandoned by its natural occupants and the visiting duke was found unconscious in his bed.

Heinrich’s Creek was jarringly serene after your hectic weeks on the road. Your small party had finally made it up the mountain roads and woven around to the lakeside manor hidden in the sprawling forests. You were met by guards hidden in the wilderness who recognized your leader and let him past without conflict.

Finally still, you helped Melinda and Tess unpack what little you had brought along from the castle as Zemo put Elina to bed. It was only just afternoon but you were all worn from the road. You could take a breath after looking over your shoulder for all that time.

You went to the lake to bathe, the cool water cleansed you of the dust and stench of your journey. The same dress you’d worn that day you face Lord Rogers laid piled on the shore, flecks of his blood melded with the stains of your own sweat. You decided you would burn it as you limped through the dirt and wrapped yourself in the pale robe provided by your host.

You sat on the rock and played with your cane, tracing the carved lines with your thumb. You heard a step but did not turn. You stared instead at the calm ripples in the water and the distant drop off that flowed over the side of the mountains. The shadow neared and you saw Peter’s distorted reflection in the lake. His hair was dirty and mussed, his face streaked as yours had been.

“How did you do it?” he asked.

You spun the cane and crossed one arm across your stomach as you sighed, “I didn’t plan it. He did. I was ready to die.”

He didn’t say a word as he stepped closer to the water. He sat and pulled off his boots and socks. He shoved his feet into the shallows and closed his eyes. He held his head as he thought. As long as you had been on the road, there hadn’t been time to talk. You were all too concerned with going as fast as you could.

“I meant it, Peter, it wasn’t your fault,” you said softly, “I shouldn’t have ever made you think it was.”

“You say that but I can’t believe it,” he opened his eyes and leaned back on the heels of his hands, “I still see the pain in you. I saw it, I heard it when you went after Rogers. It’s in your step, written in your scars…”

“They did that, not you,” you insisted, “if I had any grudge against you, you’d meet the same as Rogers.”

He tapped his fingers in the dirt and chewed his lip. He wiggled his toes in the water as his thoughts wrinkled across his forehead, “how did it all begin?”

You swallowed and felt your throat tighten. You tried not to think of that day. It was so long ago but it was so plain in your mind that it felt as if you could shut your eyes and be back in that castle, pinned between Barnes and the hearth, your hand crawling over the mantle.

“I don’t… know,” you gripped your cane and rested it over your lap, “I never could figure out what I did--”

“You think it was your doing?” he asked.

“No, but… how can you even know what they did?”

“I can guess,” he shrugged, “I can imagine it and it makes my heart clench and my head pound. It makes me want to kill them and do just as bad to myself for being so naive and just thinking I could walk away--”

“It was never your problem, Peter,” you dropped the butt of your cane onto the ground and pushed yourself to your feet, “you were kind to me when I needed it. You did more than you think.”

You bent and grabbed your clothing from the dirt and slipped your feet into your clogs. He watched you sullenly and pulled his feet up as he leaned his arms on his knees.

 “If it had been different, could you have loved me?” he asked.

Your heart pulsed and you considered him, “could you have loved a simple maid?”

“That isn’t what I saw and that won’t change,” he said, “so?”

“I think I could have,” you hugged the bundle of clothing against your side, “if it had been different.”

“If,” he said and turned back to the water, “you might not think it, but I owe you and I will pay that debt. That little girl deserves it.”

“Thank you,” you uttered, “I’m sorry--”

“No, don’t be. Ever,” he said, “life never goes as you expect it and we have to live with what could have been, but we can’t change what is.”

“You can still go home--”

“I can’t. Rogers saw me there with you, I fled with you,” he rubbed his palms together, “and I don’t want to live among those wolves.”

You smiled grimly and backed away. You left him to watched the water and wash away his own worries. You made your way back up to the stone manor as you mulled over all that swirled around in your mind; the memories, the fears, the uncertainty.

And you returned again to that day when everything changed. You thought of the story you never told. A story none would know unless you did. A story your daughter deserved; that he deserved.

You put your clothes by the pit just outside the back entrance of the lakeside manse. You carried on into the dim kitchens and through the corridors to the front room where you’d left Zemo. He wasn’t there but the place was too big to go searching. You sat instead by the tall arched windows and looked out onto the blowing grass and swaying trees.

You didn’t know how long it was before he came. You barely heard him as he sat in the armchair to the other side of the sofa and you turned to look at him. He was freshly washed and plaintive. His dark eyes were tired but alert.

“Elina is still fast asleep,” he assured you, “I swear she even got bigger on the road here.”

“She’s growing quickly,” you said as you dropped your legs off the couch and folded your hands.

“You were waiting for me,” he affirmed and you nodded, “you have something to say?”

“I have to tell you… Elina has to know one day, even if I am gone, even if they are too, she has to know,” you felt the dampness in your eyes and inhaled deeply, “and I want you to know.”

He was sombre as he sat and watched you. He steepled his fingers before his lips and inclined his head to show he was listening. You thought of the men who’d never heard you, who never wanted to.

“I was just a chambermaid. You know that. It was… one night I did not see to his chambers and I sent one of the elder maids as she had difficulty with the broom. He found me, he did not like change. Rather, he never liked to feel out of control, I realise that now,” you blinked away tears and shifted on the sofa, “he waited and I thought nothing on it until…”

You sniffed and wiped your eyes in frustration, “I did not want to cry.”

“If you resist, it will be worse,” he stood slowly and came to you, cautiously as if he thought he would hurt you, “here.” He handed you a handkerchief and sat beside you, “go on in your own time.”

You blotted away the tears and gathered yourself, “when he acted on… his lust, I ran. I had to, I had struck him with a vase and I was terrified. I spent weeks in that forest…”

You went on, pausing as you were overwhelmed with bouts of anger, of despair, and panic. He was patient as he listened and you were not so embarrassed of your emotion. When you were done, when you go to all that he already knew, that he’d witnessed, you sat back and hid your face.

“Your tears do not make you weak,” he said, “you are brave to have said it aloud. I admire you, I always have.”

“I told you because I know that I won’t have another chance to tell anyone,” you lowered your hands and leaned back on the sofa, “I know you have your plan and I’m certain it will work but when it comes down to it, I will not stop until he is dead.”

His eyes searched your face. He knew what you meant, he knew what it would entail and that he could not stop you. And he was sad for it.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” you asked, “vengeance.”

“I do not think I truly weighed the cost,” he said as he hung his head and sagged against the couch beside you, “I do not think I stopped to think on what I--”

“Pardon,” Peter appeared from the corridor, “I’m not meaning to disturb but I thought to retire for the night and have not yet a place to do so.”

“Ah, yes,” Zemo regained his veneer in an instant as he spine straightened and he sat up, “I will have Tess--”

You all paused as you heard hooves and listened as they grew closer and closer. Zemo stood and looked out the window. He frowned and turned back to slip by Peter as he went to the front door. You rose with your cane in hand and watched as he let in Ulrich, the armoured guard was breathless from his ride.

“What is it?” Zemo asked pointedly.

“I… I have word that--”

“By the gods, sit,” Zemo ushered the man inside and offered him a stool. 

The man sat and drained the last of his skin before he steadied his breath. He pushed back his sweaty pale hair and leaned back against the wall as he looked between the three of you.

“They sent a messenger ahead. Quicker than the rest of the party,” he spoke carefully, “Lord Rogers cannot ride astride so they make slow progress but we have our men along the border and at court. King Lars has kept his own spies busy.”

“Lars knows I did not act out of foolery. He is a wise king, not daft enough to cast me out,” Zemo waved his hand at the thought, “but you have heard something?”

“Yes, I did confirm it with the king’s men, is what I’m saying,” Ulrich went on, “King Samuel received word of the assault on his man but a second messenger was sent.”

“And?” Zemo prodded.

Ulrich glanced at Peter who wore the same confusion that filled your core. “You are Lord Parker?”

“I am,” Peter answered.

“The second messenger went to Lord Barnes. On his way, he was given orders by Lord Rogers to seize a Benjamin Parker,” he shook his head and was overcome with pity, “the Lord Barnes did have him killed.”

“Killed?” Peter reeled as he grabbed his chest in shock, “No--no--”

“There is more,” Ulrich continued despite Peter’s dismay, “there is this.”

He untucked a folded page from his pocket and held it out. Barnes seal was broken on it and Zemo took it roughly.

“I had the messenger read it after we shackled him,” Ulrich explained, “in case… well, we cannot be certain in these times.”

“You did well,” Zemo said as he read and lowered the parchment. He handed it to Peter as he sighed, “Lord Barnes has taken Parker’s wife. He will keep her alive if we deliver… the maid.”

“I--” Peter stared at the letter and squinted in pain, “I--”

“I won’t let you--” Zemo began.

“I’ll go,” you said, “I’ll go. This is the way.”

“No,” Zemo turned to you, “I have a plan--”

“A plan that will take too long. Me and Peter, we’ll go, I’ll get his aunt,” you said, “I’ll do what I have to to keep Elina safe.”

“You think you truly can--”

“I don’t know what happens after but I know this is what I must do,” you turned to him and grabbed his arm to make him face you, “and I know you will keep our daughter safe.”

You pressed yourself against him and he met your lips in surprised welcome. He held you as you clung to the front of his tunic and drank you in eagerly, reluctant to part as you sensed the gazes of the other men.

“I am ready to go,” you let your hand trail down his tunic longingly as you raised your chin, “this will end. It has to end.”

[honey-creek]

If you would like to... Clyde and the minorities watching horror movies headcanons? 👀 Sorry I like. Love how you interpret these boys. Clyde especially.

this is a very interesting ask but i'm not a huge horror movie buff (i am much too anxiety / paranoia prone for them and gore freaks me out) but i'll try anyway!!! craig: likes a good horror film and tolerates them well i can imagine him probably REALLY liking those super old classic movies the most like frankenstein, dracula, night of the living dead etc for some reason??? i can also see him liking the sci fi ones like alien, prey, the fourth kind...... clyde: will watch horror movies and act like he's Cool and So Brave about it, but he goes home and has to sleep with a light on for at LEAST a week. only usually watches them if the other guys wanna watch them - he will NOT watch them alone or on a whim. he also has an affinity for the oldies like craig (mostly bc they aren't as scary as modern day movies) tweek: has a bad habit of watching / listening to horror things as a type of unintentional self-destruction. he enjoys the content for the most part (esp conspiracy type horror and aliens and such things) craig usually ends up reminding him that "hey. maybe your anxiety is spiked lately because youve been listening to podcasts about unexplained events every night" and goes through periods of avoiding it / consuming it tolkien: i think he’d enjoy a good horror movie & probably likes seeing all the newest trendy ones (ie “paranormal activity” “a quiet place” “us”) i bet he’d like psychological horror the most, and his favorites are probably the cult classics like It, the shining, american psycho, etc jimmy: REALLY loves super bad horror movies or parody movies like the scary movie series. just anything that he can roast or laugh at. he prob tolerates horror movies but i can't imagine he'd like them very much, esp not gorey ones or super violent ones!

[stanknotstark]

Curse Her (No Really)

So that’s the look i imagine is on Loki’s face when he’s like “Can’t know what?” Anyways I had this idea yesterday after thinking about how I grew into an allergy to acrylic. It started off as an idea to grow into an allergy to gold but then i was like NO what if Amora cursed you instead and just ran with it lol Also Uno is totally the Monopoly of card games, I play it with my friends online and there is constant back stabbing and yelling 😂

P.S. I nearly said pus-y but spelled it as pu$$y and just barely caught it holy cow that could have been bad 🤣

Summary: Amora curses you so you can’t wear gold anymore, the metal being Loki’s favorite type of jewelry to gift you and see you wear with pride. You don’t want to tell him because you’re strong and independent and can figure this out without him, right?

In hindsight you should have seen this coming, honestly. 

You sit in the lab with Tony, you on his table, your legs dangling, and Tony in his seat looking over the holoscreen in front of him with a frown. Bruce is out of town being the humanitarian he is so Tony is left with the job of running scans on those who are affected in battle. You’re just lucky Loki joined the team and helped Tony and Bruce make machines that can scan magic. 

“She cast a spell so you can’t wear gold anymore?” Tony says, his frown deepening. “That’s...a stupid curse.” Tony says looking a bit bewildered.

You let out a bitter chuckle. “She’s jealous that Loki is with me and knows that he loves to gift his sweethearts gold jewelry,” You tell the genius with a roll of your eyes. You look at the ground and sigh. “I suppose I should keep this a secret because if Loki finds out he’ll hunt down Amora and attack her. The last thing I want is Amora teasing me for not being able to fight my own fights.” 

“That is a horrible idea,” Tony pips up looking at you sympathetically. “However, as the resident, number one placeholder of bad ideas, I say do exactly that if you’re really that turned off by some teasing.” Tony says, half heartedly trying to convince you to not follow through with this plan but knowing he failed by the pinched look on your face. 

It only takes two days. Two. For Loki to realize you’re not wearing his jewelry. 

You’re lucky he realizes while in the middle of a team bonding activity, card games. 

“Darling, where’s your necklace?” Loki asks lightly as he watches Steve put down a reverse card so instead of being Clint’s turn it’s Tony’s. Clint responds by calling Steve a buttface causing Steve to laugh out of shock.

Your eyes flick over to Tony’s, whose eyes meet yours for a second before you’re both looking at the cards on the floor again. You don’t notice it but Loki definitely noticed the look you both shared but chooses to ignore it.

“I’m letting it soak, it needed to be cleaned and polished.” You easily slip the lie out of your lips. When you look at Loki you’re lucky he isn’t looking at you at first because he can usually read your lies. As he skims his eyes back over to you you let a soft smile slide over your lips to which the god answers with a tilt of his lips. 

When he looks away you swallow, Tony catching your eyes and raising his eyebrows. 

Tell him. Tony’s eyes flash.

Not right now! You push back through your eyes and a small shake of your head.

Tony rolls his eyes and that’s the end of that silent conversation. 

The subject isn’t brought up again until the fourth day. 

You know Loki has definitely caught on to the fact that you stay in Tony’s lab a lot recently but you’re thankful he doesn’t ask questions about it.

“Where are your rings?” Loki outright asks, grabbing your hand and rubbing over your fingers with his thumb, his face in a slight frown as he looks at your bare hands. He notes that you wear silver bangles instead of your usual gold.

You both are getting ready for a press release about Amora’s attack and usually you love to flash your jewelry to the public, as if yelling from the roof tops that Loki is yours when you’re adorned in his colors and gifts. 

“I, uh, lost them,” You mutter out, playing it up and acting ashamed with your flushed cheeks and pulling your hand from Loki’s to hug yourself. “I’m sorry, I’ll find them though.” You bite your lip looking at Loki’s face. The god smiles tenderly and brings his hand up to caress at your jaw. 

“It is fine. I will help you look for them when we have the time.” Loki tells you, his hand falling from your face to grab your hand and lead you from the room. 

You totally miss the disappointed frown that passes over Loki’s face as you pass the dresser in the room and he sees the rings laying there. 

By the sixth day Loki hasn’t said anything else about your missing jewelry. However, yesterday, a day after the press release, Loki had left your rings on your night stand without another word about them.

You can tell Loki is pulling from you, putting up walls that you had worked so hard to demolish. He seems more standoffish and irritated now if his scathing remarks to the team are a tell. You really should just tell him what’s going on but you’re stubborn. 

Today, you sit with Tony in the lab hoping he’ll find a way to make this stupid curse just disappear. While you could wear the gold it would leave you with a noticeable rash within a few hours and if worn long enough pockets of pus appear. If Loki noticed that he would start asking questions you can’t, or rather don’t want to, answer

“I think we need to tell him, I’m honestly lost,” Tony says swiveling in his chair to look at you. “Magic isn’t my forte, it’s Loki’s.” He explains as if you don’t know that. 

“Tony, Amora will never let me live this down. She will always belittle me for being weak and having to ask for help to figure this out.”

“Technically you’ve already asked for help...” Tony points out hesitantly. 

“This is different. She will call me dependent on Loki, like I wasn’t a threat before he came along and I’m his little damsel in distress,” You say letting out a frustrated growl and covering your face with your hands. “I don’t know how to explain what I mean, ok, I just can’t tell Loki.” 

“Uh...” Is all Tony says as you failed to notice someone else came into the lab. 

“Look, I love Loki but he can’t know.” You say with finality, letting your hands drop.

“Loki can’t know what, exactly?” Loki asks in a smooth but dangerously low tone.

You gasp, jumping a little in your spot on Tony’s work table. Your eyes are wide as saucers and you’re sure you can feel the blood from your face leave. 

Loki stands a few feet away with his arms crossed and a pissed look on his face. 

The room is incredibly silent, the tension able to be cut with a dull butter knife. You’re lucky Tony comes to save you. 

Tony sighs, brings a hand up to rub through his hair and looks at Loki with a grimace as if dreading to tell Loki a, false, secret.

Wow he was a great actor, shouldn’t be surprising considering he grew up under the paparazzi’s thumb but to see it in action? It’s shocking.

“She wants me to build her some armor. Says she feels inadequate next to all of us since she doesn’t have powers or anything cool other than pistols.” Tony, falsely, admits. 

Loki frowns at Tony before his eyes slide over to you looking to see if Tony speaks the truth. You quickly make yourself believe Tony’s lie, putting on your brave face as you look at the God of Lies in the eyes. 

You know you’ve succeeded because Loki drops his arms and walks over to you. Tony moves away to tinker with something else in his lab, giving you both space, and quickly flicking the holoscreen he had been looking at away before Loki gets a close look at it and it reveals your secret. 

Loki spreads your knees so he may stand between your legs and brings a hand up to grip your chin and make you look up at him. 

“You will never be inadequate. You deserve a spot on this team, powers or not. You are a formidable warrior and I’m honored to be able to fight by your side,” Loki tells you, his voice strong and confident, his eyes filled with love. “Why would you hide this from me?” He then whispers, his eyebrows stitched together in a hurt look.

You swallow the lump in your throat and consider telling Loki the truth as you look into his eyes and see how much he truly loves you. How much it hurts him to know you’ve been lying to his face.

“I-” 

Suddenly the tower’s klaxons are roaring to life and causing the moment to be broken. You, Loki, and Tony stand at attention. 

“Sir, Amora has breeched your defenses, she is fighting Mr. Rogers and Odinson on floor 84. I believe they have it handled though.” Jarvis supplies you all. 

You and Loki quickly make your way to the floor, Tony lagging behind to put on his suit. 

When you get there Steve and Thor have Amora bound with magic resistant cuffs as she kneels on the ground between them. When she sees you her eyes light up at the fact you are without any jewelry and gives a dark laugh. 

“You haven’t rid yourself of my curse? I figured Loki would break it within 24 hours. You’re losing your touch aren’t you, mage?” Amora says looking over to Loki with a perfectly coiffed eyebrow raised in question. 

Loki looks over to you with confusion on his face and you sigh. Of course the bitch had to ruin everything you’ve been avoiding. 

“Oh,” Amora says, her face slack with shock. Then it splits into an evil grin. “He doesn’t know?”

You glance at Loki who is looking between the two of you with avid interest. Steve and Thor look confused as well. Tony’s suit clanks over to Amora and slaps a magic resistant gag over her mouth, giving you a look that tells you you need to tell Loki everything, now.

Steve, Thor and Tony leave with Amora leaving you in the silent room with a very confused Loki.

“What does she speak of?” Loki finally asks when you refuse to give him anything as you stand there looking at the ground like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “You’re cursed?” Loki asks, concern laced in his words causing you to feel worse.

You let a tear drop from your eye, blowing out a deep breath and looking at Loki. 

“She cursed me so I can’t wear gold without getting a bad rash and pus pockets.” You let the words tumble out of your lips, a small hiccup coming out of your mouth at the end of the sentence. 

Loki frowns at you, obviously wanting to comfort you but doesn’t reach for you yet. “That is why you haven’t been wearing my jewelry?” Loki asks for confirmation. 

You nod, bringing a hand up to wipe at your tears. 

You don’t expect it but Loki quickly envelops you into his arms in a crushing hug. One hand holding your head to his chest, the other rubbing over your back. His body relaxing into yours as if relieved.

“You’re not mad?” You ask the god shakily, your words hitting his chest as puffs of air from your mouth. You bring your arms up and hug Loki back.

“Darling, I thought you had grown tired of me, that you were slipping from my grasps, that you were going to ask to split any day now.” Loki says into your hair where he litters kisses. “I thought you had fallen for Tony.” Loki explains his own voice wavering a bit at the confession.

“What,” You say shocked, your arms squeezing Loki tighter at the realization of the hurt you put Loki through this past week, “No, never, Tony is my friend. I just didn’t want to have to be saved by you all the time. I don’t want to be your damsel in distress. I want us both to be dependent but also independent, that’s all.” You explain into Loki’s chest, your body now shaking with the emotions that overwhelm you. 

Loki lets out a relieved laugh, pulling away just enough so he may look down at you. “You will never be a damsel in distress, with need of my help or not. I told you, you are formidable on your own, a warrior with a brave spirit.” 

Suddenly you feel really stupid. Amora had gotten inside your head and screwed everything up. Loki was right, as he usually is. 

You let out a shaky laugh. “Can you please break this curse so I can wear your jewelry again? I miss it, a lot.” You ask of Loki who only smiles at you fondly and nods. 

“Of course, darling.” 

[chudleycanonficfest]

Nobody Compares

Day 22, Story #1 is by @arianatwycross

Title: Nobody compares Author/Artist: arianatwycross.tumblr.com Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger Prompt: In Vino Veritas (under the influence) Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): n/a

Hermione admits to kissing Ron, brags about him to Sarah and her friends. They don’t believe her because she’s acting so out of character.

Ron comes up from behind her and kisses her neck. 

Her friends gasp loudly and she smiles at their shocked expressions. She doesn’t give them time to question her properly, instead she spins around and places her  hands on his chest. 

He’s smiling down at her, his eyes a little glassy from the alcohol. He bends down to whisper something in her ear and Hermione can’t help but bite her lip and nod back. 

Hermione wasn’t surprised that Ron got signed young. He had the sort of edge a football player needs in the modern world, the passion to do more while simultaneously keeping a smart head, his humour, his witty but sensible remarks about teammates and competitors. She wasn’t surprised when he got picked for the first team, the team he grew up supporting, watching on TV and following in magazines. 

She was surprised however, at how easily it was for them to drift apart. She always thought that they would be able to overcome issues like time zones and schedules, but she was wrong. Hermione graduated University with a first in Law, and was on her way to study her Master’s in London and Ron was upping his training and committing to the first team at Manchester United. 

At the beginning they emailed and texted frequently, while Hermione was still settling into her Bachelor’s degree and Ron was still playing for the Under 23’s. But in Hermione’s second year, her course load increased and she had barely had time to even watch a single tv show. Ron tried his best to see her on his weekends off, but in the end Hermione convinced him it wasn’t worth it. The conversations over email and phone started to dwindle to monthly, then every few months and then finally they stopped altogether. 

Hermione did mourn their friendship for a long time. She blamed herself mostly, she knew she was the one that had a bit more freedom to call him when she could. Ron was too busy dealing with training schedules and away games to think about calling his best friend from secondary school. 

It had been four years since she had seen Ron. She still thought about him at times, how could she not when he was one of the most famous football players in the country? Sometimes she saw him in the sports section of the newspaper or saw him on the TV. She was a self-proclaimed Manchester United fan and so she saw him play every game on the TV. Her friends had no idea they were best friends just a few years ago, they had no idea that he was Hermione’s first love. No one knew that, not even Ron. 

So when she walked into the pub down the street one Friday night, and found him standing at the bar she froze. Every muscle in her body just stopped, only her heart thumped heavily in her chest. There he was, back leaning against the bar, red hair still cut short, shoulders a little bit broader, arms definitely more toned, the same cheeky grin plastered on his face. Her heart flipped and cracked all at the same time. 

She hadn’t seen him for four years and on a random Friday night she runs into him? She quickly looked at Sarah next to her, glaring at her as if she had planned this. Sarah of course, did not. Sarah had no idea that Hermione was friends with the famous Ron Weasley. 

“Oh my god, is that Ron Weasley? Doesn’t he play for Man U Hermione? You support them don’t you?” 

Hermione just stared at Ron, her eyes drinking in the mannerisms she hadn’t seen in years. The cross of his arms across his body, the tilt of his smirk as he listened to his mates next to him. 

“Hermione?’ 

“Right, yeah that’s him” 

“Shall we say hello?” 

“No!” Hermione quickly interjects and steers Sarah away from the bar and towards a booth on the opposite side. She can still see him from where she sits but he can’t see her without turning around. 

Sarah gives Hermione a bewildered look. 

“Bit of a fangirl are we?” Sarah asks. 

Sarah works with Hermione, the two of them only just starting to hang out outside of work. She doesn’t know much about the smart solicitor yet, just that Sarah has a boyfriend that works at the bank and that she enjoys a large glass of pinot noir a bit too much. 

She’s nice, and smart and the two of them get along really well. But Hermione wasn’t about to go blab about how the man at the bar was the love of her life between the ages of 15-21. 

“No, just I’m way too awkward to say hello” She mutters, “Shall I grab us some drinks?” 

Sarah nods and rattles off her order. Hermione makes sure she goes to the furthest side of the bar to where Ron leans. He’s still looking in the opposite direction so she calms down a little, lets her muscles relax and breathes steadier so her heart doesn’t go into overdrive. 

She orders her drinks and while she waits she watches Ron. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans. She watches the smooth muscles in his back tense as he talks, he’s still as mesmerizing as the day she last saw him. 

She drinks another three glasses of wine before Sarah calls the rest of her friends, begging for them to join them at the pub. The pub has grown loud and rowdy, the drinks have been flowing and the heat has made everyone boisterous and excitable.  Ron has relocated to a table with his mates, a pint in his hand, the group of them laughing loudly and Hermione feels herself being pulled towards him. 

Sarah waits at the table for their friends while Hermione goes to order them another round. The alcohol is now freely flowing in her veins, so she doesn’t realise who’s next to her before it’s too late. He stands tall, his elbows resting on the sticky bar. She tenses, her entire body feels inflamed. 

“Mione?”

She might just cry. 

She looks up and finds Ron staring at her in shock. His blue eyes wide and his mouth wide open. She laughs. 

“Hey” she replies, smiling at him. 

Ron instantly smiles back and before she knows it he’s grabbing her into a hug and engulfing her with his scent. 

He smells exactly the same, she thinks. 

“Fucking hell, I can’t believe its you!” he says, pulling back and cupping her face with his large palms. 

She freezes at such an intimate touch but he doesn’t seem to realise. 

“You look good” she says, watching as his eyes also scanned her face. 

“You look stunning” he replies openly, making Hermione laugh again. He drops his hands. 

“How long has it been?” he asks. He’s shaking his head now, still in shock at seeing her. 

“Four years?” 

“Fucking hell, I’ve missed you” he says quietly. 

“Yeah, I’ve missed you too” 

They smile at each other. Hermione grabs the wine glass in front of her as the bartender makes Sarah’s drink. Her entire body is shaking. 

“Are you here with someone?” he asks. 

She points out Sarah, who is now sitting with three other girls. Girls that Hermione hardly knows. 

“Sarah, I work with her. It looks like her friends just showed up” Hermione gives Ron a tight smile.

“Oh well do you have time to chat?” 

“Yeah, let me just give this to Sarah and let her know” she holds up Sarah’s wine glass and Ron gives her a smile. Such a familiar smile that Hermione can’t help but smile back, her jaw hurts already. 

She walks over to the table, tells Sarah that she’s just bumped into an old friend and will be back soon. Sarah’s friends greet Hermione kindly but don’t complain. 

Then Hermione finds herself sitting at a table in the corner of the pub with Ron Weasley. 

She can’t quite believe it. She’s 24 and sitting across a table with her childhood best friend. He looks exactly the same but completely different. She feels exactly the same as she usually does when with him. The old feelings are bubbling up and overwhelming her. How can feelings from four years ago still be so strong?

They end up chatting for hours, the drinks fueling her excitement at seeing him, the alcohol probably fueling another type of feeling that she probably shouldn’t encourage. They talk about their families, their friends, football and her job.  She’s giggling and laughing and then Ron’s telling her he’s sorry. 

“I’m so sorry we feel out of touch. I still think about you all the time” he admits. He’s been drinking beers and she can tell he’s slightly tipsy by the redness of his cheeks. 

“Me too, I guess life just happened”  she murmurs. 

He nods sullenly. 

“I watch all of your games” she admits bravely. She blames the wine, she’s never normally this forward. 

“You do?” 

“Of course I do,” she smiles at his bewildered look. His blue eyes wide and searching hers for the catch. 

“You’re great” 

He laughs modestly. 

“I ask my mum about you every time I go home” he admits and she blushes furiously. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, that’s probably embarrassing but I think I’ve drunk too much to care.” He laughs and she laughs with him. His laugh is so contagious and familiar, a warmth that she had never found in anyone else.

“I’ve heard all about your big job in the city and your nice apartment,” he admits. 

“My mum still talks to your mum so I guess I’m not surprised. Does she also tell your mum that I haven’t had a proper boyfriend in years and that I need to get a move on?” she laughs. 

Ron smiles tightly and she watches as his eyes scan her face and settle on her lips.

“So still no boyfriend?” 

“Nope. What about you? Have you found a hot model to marry yet?” 

He screws his nose up and Hermione laughs. 

“No way, models are too much trouble. But no, no girlfriend. I was seeing a girl last year but it didn’t work out” 

Hermione’s heart flips. She doesn’t want to imagine Ron with another girl, falling in love with another girl.

“That’s a shame” she mutters, hands grasping the stem of the cool wine glass. 

“Not really” 

She looks up and finds him staring down into his beer. 

“Why?” 

He ignores her question and instead looks at her, catching her eyes with his. 

“Do you think everyone has that one person they compare everyone to?” 

The question surprises her, so much that she opens her mouth to answer but finds that she has nothing to say. Or at least, the words don’t seem to form. Instead she can only say one word. 

“Who?” 

His eyes widen but he looks down at the table and smiles. 

“Well, you of course” 

Hermione feels like she’s dreaming, like the alcohol running through her body has numbed her and she is just playing out a fantastic scenario in her drunken brain. 

“What?” she gulps. 

Ron nods as if he’s agreeing to something in his head. 

“You were my best friend and you’re gorgeous, of course I fancied you” they don’t break their eye contact, it seems too important, too life-changing of a conversation to not look at each other. 

“No you didn’t!” she scoffs, thinking of an 18-year old Ron fancying smart-ass, frizzy-haired Hermione. 

“Oh come on Mione! You’re beautiful, smart and funny! I was always flirting with you!” 

She tries to remember a time when he might have been flirting but she can’t, all she can remember is her 18 year old self watching him play football, the way he moved when he sprinted, his laugh when he scored, the way he hugged her when they celebrated. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she gulps. 

“You just got into Uni and you needed to focus. You were always stressing about how important your first year was and then when I called you, I felt like I was distracting you and I knew how important it all was for you so I just stopped calling” he had his hands running through his hair now, settling on his neck and squeezing. 

It was too much for her, to think that she was the reason Ron stopped talking to her. All she could think about was disappointing him, choosing her degree over his friendship, over something more. She stood up frantically and mumbled something about needing air. She heard Ron say something as she walked off but the air was suffocating her, the crowds were too much, the alcohol was making her feel slightly nauseous. 

She shoved open the front door to the pub and pushed through the small crowd out the front. She found a quiet corner near the car park, gulped in the fresh summer air and breathed. 

She couldn’t believe that Ron had fancied her this whole time, that he wanted to talk to her and that he didn’t just feel obliged to talk to her after school. He liked her and she liked him. She spent years watching him play football, happy that he had moved on, trying not to think about the time they had missed. 

“Mione?” 

Hermione looked up to find Ron standing idly a few meters ahead of her. 

“Ron,” she sighed. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” 

She didn’t consciously walk towards him, it just happened, like the sight of him spurred something in her , made her gravitate towards him. She was inches from him when she stopped and she looked up, her heart warming at the familiar blue eyes and the freckles on his cheeks. So familiar and so him. 

“I missed you so much” is all she can say, and she feels her heart filling at the way he smiles back at her. 

“I missed you too” 

“I’m probably a little drunk but can I kiss you?” she says, the words tumbling from her mouth before she can catch them and swallow them whole. 

He smiles brightly and takes her jaw in his hands, his palms back to where they belong. 

He leans down and kisses her deeply. His lips are soft beneath hers. She wraps her hands around his neck and her fingers lace between his hair, something she had only dreamt of doing. 

She tugs at his hair and he responds by slipping his tongue into her mouth, she moans as their tongues tangle and their breaths deepen. She’s feeling dizzy and she knows it’s not from the wine, it’s from being this close to Ron. It’s from all the pent up feelings she’s had buried for years, for the disappointment she had felt, the deep sadness from him not being in her life. 

They pull apart and Ron kisses the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her cheek. 

“Mione?” 

“Yeah?” she murmurs, still breathless. 

“Please tell me you have time to see me” 

The desperation in his voice breaks her, she grabs his face and kisses him fiercely. 

“Ron, I’m not letting you go this time” 

He smiles as he kisses her this time, and they laugh in between kisses. 

He asks if he can take her home and she delightfully finds out that he lives nearby, just a 20 minute walk from her own house. He explains that he’s actually been transferred to Arsenal and he moved to London just a few weeks ago. He seems happy about the change and Hermione can’t help but grin proudly as he tells her about the transfer and his new apartment. She feels like this is all too good to be true, that he’s now close by, he’s here and with her. 

She goes back inside the pub to say goodbye to Sarah, he pulls her in for another kiss before they enter the pub. He also says goodbye to his mates and she feels feverish as she wanders over to the crowded table. Sarah squeals when she appears and Hermione notes how intoxicated everyone is and smiles. Sarah’s friend, Ashleigh asks if Hermione knows Ron Weasley and Hermione nods, not stopping the huge smile that graces her face when she hears his name. Sarah squeals again at Hermione’s blush and Hermione ends up gushing when Sarah asks if they snogged. 

She revels in the faces of Sarah and her friends when Ron kisses her neck, and she lets his lips spread heat over her entire body. 

“We have a lot of catching up to do Miss Granger.”

[kimbap-r0ll]

100+ Follower Matchup Event: @peeshposheddie

Hxh and JJBA matchup?? One character from each? :)). I like men, my mbti is the Debater (entp I think), and I'm a Scorpio. My only physical notes is that I'm chubby/have really long, wavy gold hair/horrible eyesight. I'm a casual pianist and artist, I love taking hikes and exploring cities. I'm very outgoing and sociable and usually the group leader. I love buying or making gifts for others but I am unsure what my own love language is. (Possibly physical touch)

(pt2) I love laughing and good humor!!! In relationships I can both be a leader or a follower, I'm very relaxed and able to go with the flow, but I'm not good at people who try to rush things. Im anxious with new challenges, but never socially nervous. I love video games !!! And horror :D my type is all over the place, but I mostly like men, and I need someone loyal. Communication is key for me :3c

Hi! I’m excited to do one for JoJo, it will be my first time so hopefully it will be good! Thank you @peeshposheddie! There’s a lot of people from both series that I can see loving you, but the two that I chose are...

HxH: Leorio

Who wouldn’t want to date this man haha. He would totally get having bad eyesight, and you two might sometimes mistake each others’ glasses (if you have a pair) and wear the wrong ones out. But he will love your hair, it’s just so nice! Not only that, but you’re just someone that he would love hugging since to him you’re so soft. He definitely fell for your looks and your personality on the first meeting.

Speaking of which, he also admires how you can act as a group leader in many situations. It reminds him of his friends, and it makes him happy that you are able to stand up for yourself. Being relaxed with how life is like is refreshing to him as well, since he’s used to being under a lot of stress and not being able to proceed into things without worrying deeply about it. He’s had to grow up and see his friend pass away, and his friend Kurapika isn’t doing well either, so seeing you bravely let the waves of time move you is amazing. He always feels relaxed being around you, and he can’t thank you enough for that.

You both have each other’s backs, and aren’t to tell the other loudly. I can imagine if someone threw something mean in your direction, both of you would say “ExCusE me WhAt” and just proceed to absolutely destroy that person (we saw Leorio’s interaction to Ging). He will make you feel safe and you will make him feel safe, it’s honestly so cute!

He’s not one that’s good at video games, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to play. He got fond of things like Animal Crossing and Mario Kart, and will be more than willing to play with you. He is not the best with horror either haha, but he’s one to try new things. You two going to a haunted house would be so funny, with how he clings to you for dear life while trying to whack the scare actor with his leg and you’re just smiling and waving at the actor.

He thinks your art and your music skills are so cool too. He never was an artist himself and wants to learn how to play piano from you. Maybe he can learn and one day join you in a duet?

Please give him gifts too, it makes him melt. He will often buy you things too even if he’s broke haha.

The most important thing to him is loyalty too. Believe me, he’s the most loyal guy you could ever meet. He thinks of going into relationships in a very serious way, and will make sure he respects you and you know it. Any secrets, insecurities, or thoughts are kept safe with him. He wants to have a loyal partner, and someone he can stay with forever basically since he already lost many close people (think of his friend and more or less Kurapika). He wants you to know that no matter what happens, he’s there for you. He’s a doctor after all, and doctors are there to help.

JJBA: Mikitaka

This alien man is so interested in human culture and customs. When you approached him with your outgoing personality, it surprised him but he was immediately attracted to you because of your beaming smile. He’s usually super reserved, and because of this having you be more or less of a group leader is really reassuring. He likes following you, and the fact that you aren’t scared to take the lead is really nice.

If you buy this man a lot of gifts, he’ll be super happy. He’s always loved collecting human things, so honestly anything you buy for him will stay with him forever. He might be living with you at some point because he’s an alien and why not, so you might find his side of the home cluttered with random trinkets you gave him. You bought him a box of candy? It’s a permanent resident on his windowsill. A wallet? Living rent-free under his pillow. He also has no big issue with you hugging him, and he might really like it. You’re warm to his usually (probably) cold body, and human contact just feels good to him. Kissing him for the first time was really cute with how wide his eyes got.

He loves your hair. It’s long like him, and he will want to braid your hair on some occasions. You know what, the two of you might have dates where all you two do is do each other’s hair.

You love exploring? He does too! Take him places around the world, he will love it. He wants to see more cultures and exploring them with you would only make it better.

He’s a bit slow with humor, so you might have to explain jokes to him sometimes. But when he gets it, he’ll have no issue laughing along. He’s fascinated by human comedy, so teach him some good jokes when you can! He also thinks horror is a strange concept. Why would you want to be scared on-purpose? He does find it interesting and will have no issue watching horror movies or playing horror games with you.

He’s super loyal, caring, and just an overall good vibe. He likes how relaxed you are as well, and overall is happy he came to Earth to meet you.

[thewritingbasil]

First time writing and publishing something like this! I hope you enjoy!

Chrome x modern!Reader

* When you find out Chrome goes out to explore on his own and lives outside the village, you worry about who will notice if something goes wrong. Since you’re curious and also love discovering things and can’t sit still in the village for a long time, you tell Chrome about the modern-day buddy-system idea and start joining him on his expeditions.

* He’d love to take you exploring and show all the exciting things he discovered! He’s never had an exploring buddy before, and while Senkuu does appreciate what he finds, Senkuu spends more of his time creating blueprints and solving problems in the lab and using what he has available, not looking for things that will maybe be helpful in the future. That’s why he trusts Chrome and, now, you to have an eye for materials that will help the Kingdom of Science grow

* At first Chrome has a lot to teach you, like how to notice materials, where to walk, and how to keep track of time and your location especially since you need to get used to not having a cell phone.

* But eventually you become a great explorer in your own right and he has a lot of trust in you as his partner. In fact, he ends up trusting you a lot when the buddy system helps out, like when he once experienced a small cave-in or when he needed emergency first aid.

* You also find things he overlooked because you both tend to look in different directions when you’re searching.

* He loves that someone else shares his love of exploring with him. When he used to search alone, it was very isolating and he could get lost in his head while walking. Now, you remind him about food and he’s willing to take slightly greater risks when trying to reach somewhere because he’s got you as an extra pair of hands and eyes and brain.

* The combined haul is also bigger, which he gets super excited about. You both chatter to each other and compare stashes when you’re organizing what you found into different baskets at the end of the day.

* When Senku compliments you both on the materials found, Chrome proudly grins at you.

* Chrome isn’t just an explorer though, he’s a scientist which means he can’t spend all his time exploring with you. He goes to work with Senkuu while you help out elsewhere because, buddy system! You’re not going on your own.

* If you’re also working in another group like crafts or the power group, you go for a period of time without seeing him because you’re working on different projects.

* However! During your trips, you both became used to showing each other your finds and communicating when working in different sections to know how each other is doing

* He also appreciated the conversations you would bring about the modern world and about yourself, and how you were eager to learn about himself and his village. So he gets used to that routine of you being there to converse with.

* Chrome ends up talking with you during breaks about what the each of you are doing and exciting progress reports and how the materials you found are being put to use. Both of you get excited learning that something you’ve found has a cool scientific purpose/property and you invite each other to stop by and watch it in action.

* He loves seeing your eyes light up in amazement as you watch and praise his work.

* When you show him your group’s work, it’s not as science-y but he acknowledges your skill and hard work and he is also a craftsman and not too strong so whether you’re in the crafting group or power group, you still impress him. He’s not shy about praising you and gives you high fives or says “Baaaad!” This also helps him get along with other people in your group since he and they don’t usually interact.

* Obviously, Chrome would take a long time to realize that he’s fallen in love with you. He’s known Ruri for over 3 years and he still hasn’t figured it out.

* But others start noticing that he goes out of his way to get you to show off something. They’d understand if the project was finished, but when it’s a work in progress, it’s not very impressive to show. But you love it every single time because you’re curious and actually enjoy seeing everything put together little by little. Then, when the project is done, you can visualize the components and hard work that was put in to create it.

* And the villagers watch how he gets more talkative when you show interest and ask questions. He brings up inventions from the modern era that you’ve told him about so you both seem to share a mysterious language that they can’t understand. Some of them start shipping you two long before he notices anything.

* During mealtimes, you sometimes eat together. You talk about your next scavenging trip, new places in the village you haven’t explored, new projects, so many things. You both can get pretty sucked in to your conversations, forgetting the food. However you’re usually the one who finally remembers that you’re eating, and you teasingly shove food in his mouth. Your cheeky grin has blood rushing into his face and he is dazed, until he shakes himself out of it and starts to eat again.

* People are watching and nudging each other.

* Soon, Chrome becomes aware of you in a way he hasn’t before. He can’t help but smile every time you make eye contact. He craves the casual way you touch him and makes sure to be within your arms’ reach so you’re more likely to nudge him or grab him to drag him off somewhere in your excitement.

* When you first met him with Senku and Kohaku, you learned that he liked Ruri and never questioned it since. Whenever he talked about her, you could tell she was special to him. You made teasing jokes like forging a hairpin from iron and giving it to her with the line of “the burning fire in my heart for you was so hot I melted the iron with it” and he got flustered and groaned over the dumb line

* Recently, when you made those types of jokes, he felt conflicted. Part of him still got flustered but when he looked at you grinning and thinking you were oh so clever, he started to wonder why you would act like he liked Ruri when, thinking about it, he liked you...wait what?? He didn’t like you!

* Sure he thought you were cool and fun to hang out with and capable but that’s just something he admires and that’s a good friend, right?

* Right, he thought, shaking his head. You were a trusted partner, he didn’t want to kiss you or anything...

* “What?” You looked over your shoulder at him. “You got quiet over there.” You two were spending the late afternoon before dinner organizing your haul and you had just said that the location today was so beautiful Chrome should show it to Ruri once Senku cured her.

* He stared at your slightly parted lips. Did he want to kiss them? He was a man of science. When he collected rocks and plants, he’d grind, combine, set on fire, and experiment to find out how they reacted. Your mouth was kind of pretty, and yeah maybe he did want to see if kissing you was enjoyable.

* Chrome’s hands stopped working and now he was looking at you with unfocused eyes and a furrowed brow. You paused in your sorting and turned fully towards him. “You got a look on your face. Whatcha thinking about?”

* He is totally used to telling you his ideas so without hesitation, he answers before thinking, “What kissing you would feel like.” Then, he realized what he said. “Noooo! Sorry, that’s creepy right?” He zoomed backwards away from you, almost crashing into a table. How could he say that to you, you were one of his best friends!

* “Uhhh...” Chrome closed his eyes and braved himself for a rejection, ready to be kicked out of his hut for the next hour. “It’s not that creepy, I guess?” He heard you say. Were his ears working properly? He cracked an eye open to peek at you. You grinned awkwardly at him, having one side of your mouth quirked up.

* “Science inquiry, right? Question everything.”

* Maybe it was the afternoon sun or him imagining things, but your face looked a little pink. Kind of tempting. Whoa, did he really like you?

* “I need to figure something out.” He looked at you intensely.

* “Let me in on it, I wanna know.” Before, you had been avoiding eye contact out of shyness but now your eyes looked into his, drawing him closer. His footsteps seemed to be drowned out by the drums in his chest. He was getting nervous.

* He stopped a little ways in front of you. Being so close to you was almost making him lose his nerves. Kissing you? That seemed impossible.

* “Come on, Chrome.” You entwined both of your hands with his and pulled him closer until you were sharing the same air.

* You closed your eyes and patiently waited. Still with his heart beating in his ears, he looked at your long lashes, your eyebrows arched expectantly, and your flushed cheeks.

* You were getting nervous standing there and you bet your hands were all sweaty now. “Did you change your mind?” You did tend to grab him and drag him places. This was something he should be able to choose without being pressured. You started to loosen your hands, and he ripped his hands away.

* Before you could get disappointed, you felt those hands suddenly on the sides of your face and your lips met something soft.

* He was kissing you.

* Despite the sudden kiss, he knew enough to not just smash your lips together. It was much more of a firm press, one that had you craving for more even as butterflies exploded in your stomach and fire rushed over your skin. But you didn’t want to push it. You simply adjusted your lips to overlap better onto his and put your hands on his hips to hold him close.

* After a few seconds, Chrome leaned back with an entirely red face. “Baaaddddd,” he breathed. That had been enlightening. And soft. And pleasurable. Okay yeah, you weren’t just a best friend anymore. If it meant you would look at him like this, wide-eyed and giddy and hungry for more, he wanted to keep kissing you.

* Your hands squeezed his hips nervously, fingers a fluttering pressure on his flesh. “Practice for Ruri?” You asked in the small distance between your mouth and his.

* “Not Ruri,” he said distractedly. His eyes were still dazed and drinking in the tempting picture you made. “I want to kiss you.”

* And your mouth curled up into a pleased grin, looking hard to resist. So he didn’t.