#i wanted to give him other punk dogs to interact with

[marsuro]

Dog character designs!

[sunderwight]

disciple luo binghe, running errands for his shizun one day, somehow manages to be in the exact wrong (right) place at the exact wrong (right) time and catches shang qinghua meeting with mobei jun

in order to keep luo binghe from tattling right away, shang qinghua dissembles in a panic and claims that his clandestine meetings with mobei jun are happening because they're lovers and definitely not because shang qinghua is betraying the sect and handing their secrets over to demons in order to save his own hide. when that almost doesn't work, he also tells luo binghe that he knows he's part demon, and that if luo binghe rats him out then shang qinghua will take him down with him. mutually assured destruction

it works, and even though luo binghe threatens him quite a bit (jeez kid calm down, you might be the almighty protagonist but also you're like sixteen) he agrees to keep shang qinghua's fraternizing a secret. but if ANYTHING BAD should happen to the sect or especially to luo binghe's shizun because of this, luo binghe will take shang qinghua down even if it does ruin his life too

shang qinghua, now sweating even more bullets about the impending immortal alliance conference: cool! cool cool cool sounds great cool yeah

so shang qinghua can add "being blackmailed by the punk ass brat I sort of created" to his list of stress-inducing woes. which gets even worse when luo binghe keeps somehow sensing if mobei jun is around for more than a couple hours and showing up, and picking fights with him?? kind of??

wtf has the protagonist been taking tips from liu qingge or something...?

shang qinghua feels like he's gonna have a heart attack when mobei jun just snorts and tosses luo binghe by the scruff like he's an annoying yappy dog

mobei jun actually knows what's up though. teenage half-demon who has never been around his own kind has become spoiled by the lack of competition on this front, and now his hackles are all up because he wants to claim the whole mountain range as his territory, and his instincts are screaming at him to challenge mobei jun about it so that they can decide who is actually top dog. since mobei jun could easily kill him, especially with his blood sealed, and has been clawing rocks and pissing on trees along the borders of an ding peak since before luo binghe was born, he's clearly got seniority here

and since qinghua doesn't want mobei jun to just kill the little shit (fair enough -- that sealed bloodline does look kind of interesting) that means it's up to mobei jun to teach him how to do things like interact with other demons without making a complete fool of himself. lesson one: what to do when you challenge someone out of your league and they win, assuming they don't just kill you

so luo binghe reluctantly gains another demon tutor

meng mo actually approves. he's been out of the loop on demon high society for a long time, and has lacked a body for long enough too that he's forgotten a lot of the particulars of socializing. it'll be good for luo binghe to pick up some manners that aren't just silly human tea ceremonies and things. maybe he'll start addressing meng mo more respectfully for a change!

(lol no)

luo binghe is partly like "I don't need to learn demon social skills since I'm spending the rest of my life as a disciple of qing jing peak" but partly like, well, if shizun knew about this and didn't freak out about it, he'd probably say that knowledge is power and learning how to handle politics and diplomacy of all kinds is important. and despite himself luo binghe is also interested, because this is a whole perspective on his own nature that he's never really gotten advice about

also, mobei jun is the lover of shang qinghua? mobei jun is a demon who successfully seduced a cang qiong peak lord? does he have any advice about that?

(he does -- all of it very bad)

anyway all of this sort of fucks up the immortal alliance conference developments really good, so the system kind of gives up and settles on some other big transformative achievements that luo binghe has to complete in order to be suitably heroic

but shen qingqiu has no idea and so the reprieve just seems to come out of nowhere until several years later, when he walks in on luo binghe with his claws out and huadian gleaming in the company the demon king of the northern desert, the two of them playing weiqi or something while they wait for shang qinghua to get back from some random logistics crisis he had to rush off to

shen qingqiu: ...?!?

luo binghe, panicking: wait shizun I can explain it's not what it looks like SHIZUN I SWEAR I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU PLEASE DON'T BE MAD--!

shen qingqiu: all this time I thought you were sneaking out to meet a girl, and this was what you were doing instead?!

luo binghe: WHAT?? shizun no I'd never do that I swear I don't even like girls!

shen qingqiu: that's not -- wait what do you mean you don't even like girls?!

mobei jun, unperturbed and still focused on the weiqi board: he's gay

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

hello! I really liked your character analysis, especially Hobie and the interactions with Diane (she´s very groovy and beautiful n.n) so, I wanted to ask you if you think Hobie could make good friends with someone with a symbiote and the symbiote itself, my spidersona (symbiotesona?) is one of those. I know there´s some story between Hobie and symbiotes in his universe but I couldn't find the comics where it is explained.

You're amazing and keep going!

Oh absolutely!

Especially for Hobie - He has a symbiote dog!

Hobie is accepting of everyone (he's the best I love him) even symbiotes!!

In his universe, V.E.N.O.M was used in his universe as a weapon for President Osborn's police force - but I think Hobie would see the underlying greed and cruelty of the cops as the problem, and not the symbiote.

If anything I think he'd really respect your sona -

Cause that takes a lot of mental fortitude, and moral and strength in general so he'd be like 'That's fucking metal.'

If there's side effects, or conflict between your sona and the symbiote - I think he'd always want to help, and would like, speak to them as separate people lol

He knows that sharing the same body doesn't make them the same person, and that your sona was full person before the symbiote, so he would see them as a Duo - like two partners in crime.

He'd be really careful about his music playing and volume cause he wouldn't want to hurt your sona, so he would always give a heads-up.

Diane would be SO interested - and she'd probably have to think about SO MUCH, get prepared for a lot of questions!

Diane is pretty clever - but a little naive, so she'd be solidly in the 'All Aliens Come in Peace.' Star Trek started in 1966 - so Diane basically grew up with it around.

A symbiote is something alien, so it can't be murderous and evil - even if it eats people. It's not from here!! Don't be mean to them!!!

If your symbiote eats people, or needs meat, Diane would..honestly not be that freaked out. She'd have to think about it.

"So, Do you eat people on your planet?"

"Well, I guess that's not too bad. I mean..some people have a pet pig, some people eat pig, some do both. So it's like..the same, right? Not that you see humans as pets, you know -"

If humans can not snap and eat their pets and stuff, maybe this symbiote knows food from friends like them! If anything, Diane would be upset if people rushed to judge your sona OR the symbiote.

Her defense : "They didn't ask to come to this planet!" or Hobie's favorite -

"Why are you shaming them! They're not the only immoral ones. There is no ethical consumption under capitalism!!"

Hobie knows she is just repeating something she heard him say one time - and that is NOT what that phrase means, but he thinks its funny, so he lets her say it.

The three (four - actually) could have so much fun!

Hobie would probably get them hearing protectors so they can hang out backstage without getting hurt.

And y'all can deck it out with cool stickers and punk marker graffiti!

And although beef and stuff probably doesn't compare, Diane would still try making stuff like beef tartare, koi soi, or other raw meat dishes, just to see if they like 'em!

She LOVES sushi, so sashimi is a must to try - She'd want everyone to feel included at the potluck - it's only right, nobody leaves hungry!!!!

[Also thank you so much for the sweet words!!! I know I take literally forever to go through my inbox (it takes me very very long and im gonna point at adhd) but these things really brighten my day and give me the inspiration to keep sharing. It means a lot, thank you!!]

[ultravioletqueen]

I started to work on this and when the option of giving Julia a new boyfriend had more than 10 votes, it was really quite entertaining to think of a design for him and I really like how it turned out both in appearance and personality

I present to you xabier mclaren! He is the vocalist of his band "the starsones" and Julia's current boyfriend. He met her backstage at one of his concerts (she went at the insistence of a friend) without knowing who the vocalist was. Let's say that their relationship started very slowly. but safe since Xabier, unlike Andrew, is someone very outgoing who knows how to read others, so he knew how to interact with Julia in a friendly enough way to give her the confidence to open up but not too insistent to prevent her from thinking that he wanted something of her (in addition to her number hehe).

xabier is someone who follows the punk movement, an anarchist at heart with a heart of gold, at first glance he seems intimidating but in reality he is super sweet and gentle with others, he is like a green flag that looks like a red flag (and andrew is a red flag disguised as a green flag)

Now some other facts about xabier:

🎸He is 23 years old and is 196cm tall.

🎸He comes from a family that loves punk rock, he has 3 siblings, an older sister and two younger brothers

🎸he learned to play instruments thanks to his father(a former rockstar)and he usually goes camping with his mother from time to time (when she is not working in her punk bar)

🎸He wants to study to be a veterinarian, he loves animals (especially dogs) but he would be happy if he could work with the music industry.

🎸He has a horizontal scar under his right eye caused by an armed robbery.

🎸has a phobia of dolphins after watching a documentary about them in biology class.

🎸He says that music is not just a hobby but part of his life.

🎸His love language is physical contact and words of affirmation.

🎸he got her tongue pierced when he was 16 with the help of his older sister and pierced his ears at home (he barely felt it).

🎸related to the above, he has great resistance to pain.

🎸he is trans, he started his transition at 15.

🎸he is demipansexual.

🎸He has a bad habit of pulling his braid when he's frustrated or nervous.

🎸he'll probably give threatening words to ashley/andrew if they dare try to get close to julia.

🎸He exercises regularly (a good gymbro) and likes to do parkour.

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me puse a trabajar en esto y cuando la opcion de darle un nuevo novio a julia tuvo mas de 10 votos, realmente fue bastante entretenido pensar en un diseño para el y me gusta mucho como quedo tanto en apariencia como en personalidad🥰

¡les presento a xabier mclaren! es el vocalista de su banda "the starsones" y actual novio de julia,la conocio en el backstage de uno de sus conciertos(ella fue por la insistencia de una amiga) sin saber que era el vocalista, digamos que su relacion inicio muy lenta pero segura siendo que xabier a diferencia de andrew es alguien muy extrovertido que sabe leer a los demas,por lo que sabia como interactuar con julia de manera lo suficientemente amistosa para darle confianza para abrirse pero no demasiado insistente para evitar que pensara que el queria algo de ella(ademas de su numero jeje).

xabier es alguien que sigue el movimiento punk,un anarquista de corazon con un corazon de oro,a simple vista parece intimidante pero en realidad es super dulce y amigable con los demas,es como una green flag con aspecto de red flag(y andrew es una red flag disfrazada de green flag)

Ahora algunos otros datos sobre xabier:

🎸Tiene 23 años y mide 196 cm.

🎸Viene de una familia amante del punk rock, tiene 3 hermanos, una hermana mayor y dos hermanos menores.

🎸aprendió a tocar instrumentos gracias a su padre (un ex estrella de rock) y suele ir de camping con su madre de vez en cuando (cuando ella no está trabajando en su bar punk).

🎸Quiere estudiar veterinario, ama a los animales (especialmente a los perros) pero estaría feliz si pudiera trabajar en la industria musical.

🎸Tiene una cicatriz horizontal debajo del ojo derecho provocada por un robo a mano armada.

🎸tiene fobia a los delfines después de ver un documental sobre ellos en la clase de biología.

🎸Dice que la música no es sólo un hobby sino parte de su vida.

🎸Su lenguaje de amor es el contacto físico y las palabras de afirmación.

🎸se perforó la lengua cuando tenía 16 años con la ayuda de su hermana mayor y se perforó las orejas en casa (apenas lo sintió).

🎸Relacionado con lo anterior, tiene gran resistencia al dolor.

🎸es trans, empezó su transición a los 15 años.

🎸es demipansexual.

🎸Tiene la mala costumbre de tirar de su trenza cuando está frustrado o nervioso.

🎸Probablemente le dará palabras amenazadoras a Ashley/Andrew si se atreven a intentar acercarse a Julia.

🎸Hace ejercicio con regularidad (un buen gimbro) y le gusta hacer parkour.

[tashigys]

Punk Hazard is one of my favorite arcs, not only because of the fact that from this arc, Oda starts to line up all the successive arcs: Dressrosa, Zou, Whoke Cake, Wano and even EGG HEAD.

Finally, a dreaded pirate landlord and a katana maniac enter the scene, the points I liked the most about their interaction in PH:

° From the first moment Zoro hears the screams of the marines, upon hearing his name, he realizes who is the person that Law hurt, and obviously he cares-otherwise Oda wouldn't take care to reflect her face in the panel-and that "What has she done", was an OWWWWWW, He's watching her.

° The moment of their meeting, was like giving lucidity to the great abyss of their belonging, one is a marine and the other a pirate, but the thing is that Zoro, realizes that Tashigi moved up in rank >.<, and their nicknames are still there <3. I DON'T BELIEVE EVEN ONCE THEY BOTH HAVE BEEN NAMED BY THEIR NAMES.

° Tashigi's desperation at seeing the sacrifice of the G-5, Zoro realizing that she has become a Loyal captain, which her subordinates are capable of sacrificing themselves for her, -something Zoro himself tried to do once to save Luffy in TB-.

° Tashigi wanting to cooperate with Zoro, despite not knowing exactly why he acted that way in Loguetown.

° Their interactions in the fight against Monet is one of my favorites, Zoro and Tashigi, going from being a dog and cat fighting over who gets the first punch, -trope of husband and wife fighting in a married couples feud-.

° Zoro being a weak man before the traits of a lovely woman, and a Zoro worried about the way the fight is escalating.

° Zoro wanted to finish with Monet once and for all after witnessing her attack against Tashigi, and he was upset that she hurt her, so Monet herself admits that she left which made him want to kill her.

° Zoro is not a man without feelings, he knew that that blow was Tashigi's, he simply wanted to give them both the satisfaction of showing her that he can cut anything, including women, watch what he says to Monet: "There are things that I really don't like to cut", in Tashigi's presence. For me, Tashigi enters in those things that Roronoa Zoro refuses to cut.

° Zoro trying to keep the composure of the vile pirate, giving her a new nickname "Marine Woman" xD

° A super worried Zoro to see Tashigi locked in the Snowstorm (I wonder when we will see this expression on Tashigi, worried about Zoro).

° Oda putting the same flowers next to Zoro on the cover of this chapter, same flowers same color, that Tashigi has. And in the anime it is the same.

° One thing I've learned from the romantic tropes of anime-manga, is that a man in love will always call the girl he loves and likes Molesta. Live example Vegeta with Bulma, Sasuke with Sakura, Kou with Tanaka.

Zoro: "you're annoying" <3

° Well I like the rough and maniacal Zoro for the new Katana doctrines, and a Tashigi being invaded by a sexy smoker.

THIS PANEL IS MY FAVORITE… Oda didn't have to make them so close and give him a big space just to show an "irritated" Zoro, taken to an embarrassed girl. :)

° A sign that Sanji knows that Zoro is not a vile pirate, and this reminds me of the Loguetown Novel, where Sanji, states that he was jealous that a lazy brute like Zoro had a strong connection with a pretty girl - Tashigi - and here he states that Tashigi will be in good hands and telling Tashigi's sudbordinates that the man has a soft side. In conclusion, Sanji can understand a little bit Zoro's attitude towards Tashigi.

[nefamphetamine]

chainsaw man deep dive chapter 5: the way to feel breasts

warning: this post may contain spoilers for the entirety of csm as this is a re-read and analysis.

this is definitely a shorter chapter but it still gives some important information. finally though, we're introduced to the third member of our trio, the future prime minister power.

power is energetic and flighty, darting around every which way. she speaks oddly, an eclectic mix between haughty and old-fashioned. it's fun and it meshes surprisingly well with her contradictory appearance and behavior. she's got long, wild hair and her uniform is barely put together. she, like denji, very much looks like she's dressing the part and ultimately failing. she looks more like a punk teenager than a public safety officer. she's offensive and arrogant towards denji despite just meeting him. she automatically sees herself as superior and he is unworthy of her presence.

in the meantime, to sate her boredom, power craves a fight. when she finally gets a whiff of blood (she's a fiend of a blood devil, of course) she rushes ahead of denji, disregards protocol and reveals the extent of her wild nature.

she reminds me a bit of a violent fae. i love her.

this panel gives me similar vibes to the title panel of chapter 4 where denji is in his boxers leashed up like a dog. both power and denji are outcasts, treading the line between devil and human, and neither can truly hide who they really are.

power

interestingly, when makima is lecturing them after their legal disaster, power goes from arrogantly defensive (and nervous, most likely) to outright afraid. denji, on the other hand, is not afraid at all.

power acts a lot like a street cat. she loves to hunt and play, and she's got superb instincts. she can smell blood from a distance and knows when she's in danger.

she deals with this fear, though, by lying through her teeth and shifting it onto denji. like a cat, she has a strong sense of self preservation.

she's also good at picking up on details, better than aki actually. where aki was continuously shocked by the personal information denji dropped, power notices it and has no problem ascertaining what is needed to get him to do what she wants.

i like how each of the trio are so caught up in themselves that they outright refuse to see that they're all much more similar than they think. i think that really adds to the beauty of their relationship.

denial of circumstances

i want to jump around to the very beginning of the chapter because we're given some important information about both denji and power here.

the two of them are patrolling the rooftops, avoiding populated areas as per makima's orders. we get a flashback to them meeting with makima where she dehumanizes power in a similar way to how she dehumanized denji. makima addresses power as a creature who just so happens to have the mental acuity necessary to be kept alive and working for the public safety bureau. makima chose to take away her innate humanity, or human-like traits that, in actually, all devils, fiends, and humans share.

later, after their meeting with makima at the scene of the botched mission, denji and power have an interaction at the vending machines.

at first, i found this a bit contradictory to what we've seen so far of denji. my conclusion is that he's just really bad at understanding his emotions and he isnt aware of how generous he actually is, especially compared to the people around him.

i think it goes back to the muscle devil interaction and losing pochita. denji's family is his devil dog. power's family is her cat, nyako. denji claims he can't understand when he actually does. very much. this is another hint that denji really isn't a reliable narrator. he lies to himself unconsciously.

for my last point of discussion...titties? titties.

denji finally has access to a girl his age and who he'll be in close proximity with for a long time. i think this is why his perversion massively increases after power is introduced. as much as he wants makima, she isn't accessible and he knows it.

so what does he do? he allows his curiosity to motivate him. after all, it was one of his dreams to be with a girl.

at the vending machine, denji is thinking about power's chest. i think when they're there together, alone, kind of in an awkward space, denji actually wants to breach it. yeah, he definitely does have inpure intentions, but it's not ALL he wants. he just doesnt realize that himself.

i have the beginnings of thoughts to elaborate on but i think it will be better when i reach a chapter that gives more material to flesh out.

thanks for reading.

[neon-lights-stardust-nights]

how does Kronos get along with the rest of the rogues? (personally I always imagine the iceberg lounge as like... a micky's house of mouse situation visa vi villians, so I just kinda assume they all know eachother tangentially)

I've always liked the idea that they all at least have heard of each other! If not all at least had that one time where they were forced to work with someone for a mutual goal they otherwise wouldn't have. This is the start to most of Kronos' interactions with other rogues.

Iceberg Lounge is exactly how MOST of them met faer. Riddler got a taste of the tech when Kronos was still Zacharie--still civilian. I'm messing with the timeline of events a little, but all that matters is that there was a space of time between working with Riddler, and being kidnapped by Crane.

Oswald first, because I'm debating rewatching Gotham again. So, I have Penguin on the brain. They've worked together a few times, though fae doesn't trust him with the gadgets himself. (He would've loved to steal one, but he has no goddamn idea how to work them anyway...) As alluded to here, one of those times included Kronos jumping in to bail him out of trouble. They have a very mafia view of each other, if that makes sense... It's a relationship sustained mostly on debts one accrues to the other. There'd probably be something friendlier there if it weren't for all those years fae spent kidnapped...

Speaking of which: Joker. Fae and him have a very tense relationship. He was the other one who tried to kidnap faer pretty immediately after the source of Riddler's new gadgets got leaked... A bad start, according to a still civilian Zacharie... Though the attempt was thwarted by Crane, that was it's own set of bad omens and tragedies. These days, Kronos finds faerself wondering more and more how things would've gone if Joker had succeeded instead. Not great, fae imagined, but being worked to death like someone in a sweatshop seems preferable to the hell Crane showed faer. They had their own "fine, we work together" moment--much more tense on Kronos' end than Joker's. For the most part, Kronos avoids him like the creepy uncle at a family reunion, despite the faux friendly act Joker pulls with his favorite broken clock...

Zsasz and faer are oddly friendly all things considered. Kronos always wanted to ask him to teach faer how to shoot, but it's never felt right. He probably would, at least. Probably. Their meetings are more sparse and less professional, only crossing paths incidentally. He's never had a reason to kill faer, and Kronos has been very careful to not give him one. The one time things came close to Kronos interfering with a job, fae escaped with a bomb that slowed time, and an apology letter. He at least hasn't tried to turn faer to mincemeat yet, so Kronos assumes the apology and the prompt leaving of his target well and good in a spot to be killed bought faers life on that one. No matter how casual he is with faer, Kronos always reacts like a dog who's been hit before. Maybe it's for the best.

Two Face and faer used to talk. He was the closest thing to a link to Bruce that Zacharie ever had. Back when he was only one Harvey (mind the spelling!) After everything went wrong in Two Face's life, Zacharie was already a borderline hikikomori. How things changed for the both of them... When they met up again, they were both well and set into their personas. Kronos was younger before anyway, and they collectively viewed faer a bit like a punk kid trying to muscle into where fae didn't belong. To Vey, it's largely a "you aren't cut out for this" kind of thing (whereas Vie just doesn't like the idea of another guy trying to claim turf and such.) It didn't help that post-Crane, most of faers villainy was supported by Strange. They see faer kind of like the rich kid who got an early start on things via a loan from daddy, though Kronos really wants to reconnect with an old friend. C'est la vie.

The last one I can say has any real thought behind it thus far is Jervis Tetch. Hatter and faer are incredibly friendly, all things considered. Not even just like Zsasz, where fae is very convinced one day fae'll be the name on that hitlist! They just get along! It helps that a brunet with a goatee doesn't really fit the profile of his Alice(s) though. Fae also is smarter than to drink the tea he offers, though fae's been coerced before. They largely work together on much smaller projects--none of the giant heists other rogues contact faer about. The applications of each others research to (well) each other are fascinating to them both! Seemingly endless nights were spent pouring over each others notes, tinkering away at something they both saw as grander than it would've been otherwise... Though they worked together less and less as Kronos came into faers own, and perhaps a certain Hatter harbors some resentment over that. Perhaps fae should watch the drinks fae buys at the lounge very fucking carefully.

[doomfox]

An American Werewolf vs Evil Dead

“YES!”

“Alright, David...”

“I DID IT!”

“I know, you’re very pleased with yourself.”

“I FUCKING DID IT!!!” David Kessler bounced through the streets of London, relieved beyond belief. People stared as he jogged by, whooping and hollering, overjoyed ever since he’d woken.

He’d done it. He’d survived the full moon, and hadn’t killed anybody. “Damn right I’m pleased with myself!” He beamed, grinning at Jack as the ghost-man followed him, “I’m a werewolf! I’m a fuckin werewolf but I didn’t kill anybody! I didn’t kill anybody!! YOU HEAR ME LONDON?? I’M A WEREWOLF AND I DIDN’T KILL ANYBODY!!!!”

Jack watched his friend hop onto a park bench and proclaim to the world, passers-by giving him very odd looks indeed. “Still surprised you managed to clean up before your girlfriend came home...”

David chuckled, lacing his hands behind his head and grinning. “Yeah well, I was feeling good wasn’t I?” He hopped up onto a short wall and balanced along it, arms held out by his sides. “I dunno man, I guess it’s residual wolf-energy or something. I feel amazing!”

“Well, I’m very very pleased for you Fido...” Jack reached out and casually removed a Styrofoam tray of fries from a person, the man utterly oblivious at the interaction, “but what about the rest of your life? What you gonna do now, huh?”

David plopped back to the pavement, stealing a handful of fries from the tray. “I dunno... start lookin’ for a cure, I guess. I mean, there has to be right? Now we know spooky supernatural shit exists and all.”

Jack popped some fries into his mouth, ignoring the ones that spilled from his open gullet. “And what if there isn’t, huh? What if you’re stuck like this for the rest of your life? You think about that, dog-brain?”

David stared ahead, now unwilling to meet his friend’s eyes. “I mean... it only happens once or twice a month...” he said awkwardly, kicking at a discarded can as he walked, “I can live with that...”

“I don’t think you’re understanding me...” Jack replied, setting the now empty tray on another man’s head, “David, what about me? What happens to ME?”

David shoved his hands in his pockets and scowled. “It’s... not like it’s my fault you died, Jack...”

“Oh, there we go! We got there in the end!” Jack spread his arms and scoffed, now glaring at his friend. “David Kessler, showing his true colours! Talk about selfish!”

“ME selfish??” David rounded on the ghost, ignoring the looks he got from surrounding people, “YOU’RE the one who keeps telling me I should KILL myself!!!”

“Damn right you’re selfish! You won’t even kill yourself to put your dead best friend’s soul at rest?? The nerve!”

“I ain’t listening to this...” David waved a hand and turned away, storming for a nearby pub. “I’m goin’ for a drink...” David all but barged into the pub, ignoring the stares the patrons gave him and the flashbacks to his and Jack’s arrival at the Slaughtered Lamb all those weeks back. Spiky-haired punks glared at him, loud music sawed away from above, and a haze of smoke filled the room. The young American didn’t care too much, after his experiences the previous two nights, and simply strode on over to the bar to order a beer.

He was a fucking werewolf. He wasn’t afraid o’ nothin’.

...

“So... this is your life now.”

“Mhm.”

“Drinking away your time waiting for the next full moon...”

“You got it.”

Jack had reappeared beside David, the dead man and the werewolf occupying the bar. David was on his second beer, idly tapping his fingers to the music, while Jack looked around. Bored. “Well ain’t this a fuckin’ party?” He grumbled, arms folded as he inspected the smoke-filled bar. A pair of leather-clad individuals played pool. Other folks played cards. Low muttering permeated the air. It wasn’t hard to miss the odd scathing looks that were shot David’s way. “Almost makes you wanna kill yourself, don’t it?”

“Screw off, meatloaf.”

“Seriously man, you CAN’T want this life? Turning into a giant evil dog every month?”

“It’s not so bad.”

“David, really??”

“You never know, some girls might be into the whole giant dog thing.”

“Oh my God, you’re insane.”

“Fuck OFF, Jack!” David raised a finger and glared at his friend... too late remembering nobody else could see the ghost. He paused and gave an apologetic grin to the blue-haired punk he’d inadvertently cursed at and went back to his beer. “Look...” he hissed beneath his breath, “so long as I don’t go nuts and start eating people, what’s the problem? Sure it hurts, but that’s what the whiskey’s for!”

Jack sighed. “And I get to be a walking corpse for the rest of your life.”

“I... look, look on the bright side man!” David replied, “you don’t have to worry about healthcare!”

“Oh gee, you’re right!”

“You don’t have to pay rent...”

“Wow!”

“And you get to hang with your best friend for all eternity!”

“Oh! Oh my! Oh good Heavens!” Jack said, giving David a little clap, “you really know how to soothe a tortured soul, Davy-boy!”

“Oh my gosh! Are you American??”

Before David could argue back with his dead friend, he turned to find a pair of girls eyeing him. Both girls’ hair was dyed improbably bright, one of them beaming at him with interest while the other looked as though she could not care less.

David worked his jaw, glancing at Jack before leaning against the bar. “Why, yes ma’am. I do believe I am.”

The girl squealed while the other rolled her eyes. “Oh my God, I’ve never met an American before! Can you say ‘marmalade’??”

David grinned. “Marmalade.”

...

“I don’t believe this...” An unimpressed Jack leaned against the bar, chattering to an oblivious older gentlemen who looked as though he might have died himself. He waved a hand at David, still chattering with the two girls. “You seeing this? The man’s an animal!” the corpse-ghost waved a hand in front of the older man’s face, shrugged, then stole his beer and tipped it back.

“Y’know...” David said, happily flirting away with the first girl - Cassandra? - while her friend hovered irritably, “I’m not JUST an American on vacation...”

“Oh?” the girl said, batting her eyes at him, “what else are you, David?”

David, now on his fifth pint, grinned wide and flashed his canines. “I have a secret... a terrible, frightening secret... that I only trust very special people with...”

The other girl rolled her eyes. “Oh my GOD this guy’s a creep.”

“What is it?” Cassandra whispered, big eyes gleaming up at him.

David gave her friend a look and grinned stupidly. “The truth is... I’m a werewolf...” she gave a little gasp, her friend scoffing behind her. “And every night... on the full moon... I transform into a terrible beast...”

“That’s awful!” Cassandra whispered, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Yes, it’s very tragic...” David said, raising his beer and sighing dramatically, “but that’s why I gotta keep moving... never staying in one place... to protect the ones I love...”

Jack snorted, spraying beer over the man he’d stolen the drink from. “I can’t believe this guy!” the ghost cackled, the man beside him looking around in mild confusion before continuing to be oblivious, “trust me, he isn’t usually like this. Must be those doggy-genes driving him crazy!”

“The... ones you love?” Cassandra said quietly, as David leaned closer to her.

“Yes...” he whispered back, “all part of the curse... it means we have to... make it count before I... have to move on-”

“Okay, that’s enough!”

“Alright, that’s it!”

Jack and Cassandra’s friend simultaneously approached the two flirters, dragging them away before they could get stupid. “Cass, come on! This guy’s a total nutter!”

“David!” Jack hissed, glaring at his friend as the werewolf turned back to his beer, “what’s WRONG with you?? Did you forget about Alex???”

David shrugged. “Sorry. I guess these werewolf hormones are having an effect. It’s like I’m burning up inside!”

“Huh,” Jack frowned, checking out the window and up at the slowly darkening evening sky. “You feeling good there, wolf-putz?”

“Relax Jack, it’s not a full moon. I’ll be fine!” David tipped back his beer and hissed, grinning at his friend. “nothing’s gonna happen, it’s all gonna be just gravy!”

Jack looked to his friend, suddenly very concerned. He scanned around the bar, shuddering as a wind gusted through from somewhere. The lights flickered, the pub patrons muttering and gesturing at the disturbance. Suddenly, the corpse-man felt everything was wrong. There was some kind of disturbance here. He checked back outside, finding the night falling, a waning moon. He snapped his attention back to David, who had apparently challenged the blue-haired punk to a game of pool. Jack watched him carefully, waiting with bated breath for any sign of an unexpected out-of-cycle transformation.

Nothing happened. The ghost breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. “Crazy,” he muttered to himself, unable to shake the feeling that something was off. Billiard balls clacked from one another as David took his first shot.

Jack inspected the rest of the pub.

He froze, filled with sudden terror as he found Cassandra... staring right at him with pure white eyes. His half-mouth flapped open as he stared back. “What the fu-”

“JESUS CHRIST”

...

David had been having fun. Bizarrely, he had been actually honest-to-goodness enjoying himself. Maybe it really was his wolf side but he was filled with energy, horny as fuck, and almost swaggering about the pub with a confidence he’d never felt before. If he could control himself... maybe it really wouldn’t be so bad. Unfortunate for Jack, but it wasn’t David’s fault his friend had died and was reanimated as a walking ghost-corpse. David had found himself somehow chatting with the punks from earlier, the men taunting the American until he challenged them to a pool game, and now he leaned over the table, licking his lips as he took the first shot. He whooped, potting several balls, and grinned with bravado at his English opponents. “So! How’dya like that, boys??” He cackled, clutching his pool cue tight as they sneered at him, “remember! Loser buys the-” David went utterly still, jaw locking, as a gust of wind wafted through the pub. The lights flickered... and a horrific burning fever fell over him, sending him collapsing over the pool table. “JESUS CHRIST”

David flailed, one hand smacking the white ball and potting the rest as he spasmed. Horror settled over him as he realised what was happening - he was transforming. Again. “IT’S NOT A FULL MOON!!” he wailed, banging his fists against the table, “IT’S NOT A FULL FUCKING MOON!!!!”

“DAVID KESSLER!!!!”

David spun around, leaning back against the table, finding Cassandra grinning madly at him. He yelped as he looked into her eyes, now pupilless and filled with pulsing veins. “Woah! Cassandra?!”

“WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, WOLF-BLOOD!” the girl hissed, now baring crooked and rotten teeth, “CURSED HOUND!!! GUARD-DOG OF THE MORTAL REALM!!!!!!!”

David winced as his body continued snapping. “OW- Hey! What are you- OH JEEZ- talking about???”

“David!!!” David watched, terrified and surrounded by confused pub-goers, as he fought to hold back his budding transformation and Jack grabbed his shoulder. “We gotta get outta here!!!!”

“Cass???” The other girl, Cassandra’s friend, approached her worriedly. “What’s ‘appenin’???”

Cassandra responded by whirling around, spraying spittle in her face, spiking her hand forward, and tearing out her windpipe. The girl collapsed to the floor, mouth flapping like a fish, blood rapidly leaking across the floor.

Pandemonium erupted in the bar, as ‘Cassandra’ lunged for other people, killing them just as violently and easily as she had her friend.

“WHAT THE FUCK???” David screamed, barely keeping his transformation in check, “WHAT THE FUCK????” He yelped as a hand roughly grabbed his jacket collar, and he leaned his head back to find a blue-haired individual, eyes white and grinning teeth yellow... before the possessed punk tossed him in one violent motion across the pub. David landed on a table, smashing through an assortment of leftover drinks and ash trays. “OW!!!”

“David!!!” Jack backed toward his friend, watching in horror as the zombie-like humans ripped through more unfortunate people, blood and gore now decorating the pub, “you have to do something!!!”

“LIKE WHAT??? AAAAH!!!!” David winced, desperately fighting against his own transformation, “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO???”

“Use your power, David!” Jack said, suddenly decisive, whipping around to face the terrified werewolf, “your body’s responding to the Evil in this place! let it happen! Use it!”

“I don’t WANT to use it!!!” David wailed, desperately clawing at himself as he tried pushing the transformation back, “I just wanna enjoy my vacation!!!”

“David... it called you the Guard Dog of the Mortal Realm...” Jack said, staring his friend down with intent, “USE it, David!! LET IT HAPPEN!!!!”

“NO!”

“DO SOMETHING!!!!”

“GOD DAMN IT!!!” David cried, reaching out and snapping up a leftover pint of bitter, “I just wanted to go to Rome!!!!” He chucked back the beer, guzzled it down... and yelped as he opened the floodgates. He flailed, desperately grabbing at other abandoned drinks and throwing them down his gullet. His bones snapped and stretched, cracked and warped, David stumbling about and knocking tables over in his half-drunk transforming state.

The demonic humans howled and cackled in their blood-rage, ‘Cassandra’ now approaching a screaming woman who scrambled backward in the gore on her arse. “Oooh, filthy!!!! I LIKE IT LIKE THAT!!!!!” The woman screamed, raising her hands defensively... and the demonic human paused. She sniffed, whipping around as a piercing howl sounded through the pub.

Before her, David Kessler slammed onto his front paws, snarling away the pain of his rapid transformation. Beside him, the corpse-ghost of his dead best friend grinned and raised a bony finger, pointing at the possessed humans that bared their teeth and hissed.

“David!” Jack spoke, lowering his brow and grinning wickedly with his half-face, “KILL!!!”

...

David snarled and bounded forward, fearsome teeth bared and claws ready to swipe. He was rewarded with a pool-cue to the face for his efforts, Punk-man swinging the thing and sending him flying with an improbably powerful hit. “*OW!*” David collided with the pool table, reared up on his hind legs, pathetically swinging his paws defensively, “*THAT HURT, YOU FUCK!*”  the pool cue swished back, catching him the other side of the face. “*OW! Stop DOING that, it really hurts!*”

Punk-man grinned wide... impossibly wide, his cheeks splitting open as crooked yellow teeth extended.

“*Oh... oh that is just WRONG!!!*” Punk-man snarled, cackling as he inverted the pool-cue and wielded it like a bayonet, stabbing at David with the chalked end. “*Jesus Christ!!! Jack, I don’t know what to do!!!*”

“I’m coming, David!” Jack started forward, before pausing. “Wait, I’m a ghost numbnuts! What am I supposed to d-” Jack cut off and yelped as the zombielike form of Cassandra landed beside him, cackling maniacally as she grabbed him by the throat and threw him across the pub. He hit the dartboard head-first, collapsing to the floor as the zombie-woman giggled. “Ow, shit!”

“OOOHOOHOOO!!!!” Cassandra squealed with delight, “BULLS-EYE!!!!”

“Hey, no fair!” Jack whined, rubbing his head as he rolled around in a pool of blood and spilled beer, “I’m a ghost! You shouldn’t be able to hurt- OH FUCK!!!!”

Jack was silenced again as the zombie lifted him from the floor, slamming him against the wall and leering hideously into his face. “YOU ARE COMING BACK TO HELL WITH ME, PRETTY-BOY!”

“What?? No! I don’t wanna go to Hell!” Jack winced as the possessed woman hissed in his face, “David! Help me!”

“*I got my own problems, man!*” David dodged side-to-side, still pinned against the pool table and dodging away from the jabbing pool cue. Punk-man laughed hideously and prepared for a powerful lunge, David hopping up just in time to avoid having his vital organs skewered. “*Hey man! Not the balls!*” He landed on the table, rearing up and managing to balance on his hind legs. Punk-man accompanied him, breaking the pool cue in half and wielding both halves like stakes. David snarled at the thing. It cackled and hissed back in response. He was suddenly aware of a wind coming from above. He glanced up to find a spinning ceiling fan above the table.

Punk-man lunged forward. David yelped, caught him in a massive bear-hug, then lifted with both forelimbs.

The possessed human screeched as its head began turning into pulp under the onslaught of the spinning blades. Blood spattered onto him from above, much to the reluctant werewolf’s misfortune.

“SUCH PRETTY EYES!!!” Jack kicked his legs, desperately trying to break free from the monster’s grip. Cassandra raised a pair of fingers, now equipped with improbably sharp claws, “MIND IF I KEEP THEM???”

“Daviiiiid!”

David threw the ruined corpse aside, returning to all-fours as he lunged from the pool table with a snarl. Cassandra whipped around to face him, ignoring the dead man in favour of this more interesting foe. “OOOOH! A BIG DOGGY!!! WANNA PLAY???”

David bared his teeth, releasing a snarl as the demon-woman howled with laughter. David felt a surge of rage at her taunting, for the first time in his werewolf state feeling the vicious urge to maul and kill. He lunged forward, claws outstretched, jaws snapping, and promptly bowled Cassandra to the floor.

“OOOOH! SUCH A BIG, STRONG DOGGY!!!” the possessed woman reared back a clawed hand, ready to strike for David’s throat, “LETS GO PLAY IN HELL!!!!!”

The hand lanced forward... to be caught between David’s jaws. In one violent movement, the werewolf tore away, taking the arm with it. The demon snarled and rose the other arm, only for the process to be repeated, leaving the former human wobbling on the pub floor spurting blood from her shoulders. David finished up by locking his jaws around the thing’s head, and ripping it away to send it flying across the pub.

Job done, the big blood-drenched werewolf reared up and howled, letting the universe know of its victory.

Then reality caught up to David kessler, sirens blaring outside. And he bolted.

[zorobae]

Luffy and Zoro in Wano so far (912 - 1010)

The first interaction that Luffy and Zoro had in the Wano arc is their re-union. It may not seem like a big deal cuz Oda-sensei made their hug just one tiny panel but I still think it is. This is the very first time in the manga that these two hug. The way Luffy jumps on Zoro’s shoulders is the same way he did when he saw his brother again in Dressrosa. More noticeably, Zoro’s smile when he recognizes Luffy is huge. He usually only smiles that widely when he gets booze or because of Luffy (examples #one and #two). Still, this is probably the brightest smile Zoro has ever had. Luffy smells the meat Zoro is carrying and when he asks about it, Zoro promptly gives it to him and says that Kuri is full of animals they can easily kill and eat. Luffy then explains to Zoro that the animals are all poisoned cuz they drink the contaminated water — while still eating said meat. The thing is, Luffy had the same thought Zoro did when he saw all the animals in the wastelands. And I find this reminiscent of when they saw all the weird fish around them on their journey down to Fishman Island or when they saw the dragon on Punk Hazard. In the Ocean, on Punk Hazard and also on Wano, the first thought that these two dorks had when seeing giant animals was the same; let’s eat them.

I can’t tell if the bottom left speech bubble is said by Luffy or by both of them. Either way, they continue to be of the same mindset. I think Oda-sensei very intentionally made Luffy share this fight and everything that follows with Zoro — cuz it wouldn’t have worked with anyone else from the Wano group (or from the whole crew, for that matter). They would have tried to stop Luffy from fighting and bringing too much attention to them and therefore, possibly jeopardizing the plan. Zoro is generally more level-headed (and cautious and skeptical) than Luffy but definitely not always. Oftentimes, he and Luffy think alike, mainly when it’s about confrontation or an injustice that they feel the need to correct (there are more examples of this during the Wano arc). I still remember that when this chapter came out, Oda-sensei’s note on top of this last panel was “After too long, a fight side-by-side!” Clearly, Oda-sensei knows how likeable and awesome he made this duo~

Luffy and Zoro’s fight against Hawkins gets cut short cuz Otama’s dog sorta reminds them that they need to get her to a doctor. This moment from the fight is interesting to me. We only find out later (in chapter 924) that the nails are made of seaprism stone but there’s no mention of that in this chapter. For all Zoro knows, those are normal nails that would simply ricochet off of Luffy but of course, he won’t even let the nails touch his Captain. Zoro has been this protective of Luffy since the very beginning. I think protecting/saving his Captain is part of what honor means to him. When he has to and for as long as he is able, he will do anything he can to keep Luffy safe.

I just appreciate how similar their ready-to-fuck-shit-up expression is.

When they go to Bakura town to save Otama, Luffy has got her and is ready to leave but once he notices her cheeks and she tells him what Holdem did to her, he immediately turns around and sends Holdem flying. That’s in chapter 917. Zoro does something similar in chapter 944. Sanji and Zoro save Otoko and Zoro then tries to kill Orochi for what he did to Yasuie and to Ebisu Town. In both instances someone - Otama and Sanji - tells Luffy/Zoro not to fight but they do anyway. Consequences be damned, they both feel the need to enact justice right then and there.

The next moment that I think is noteworthy is this one, from chapter 959. It’s an example of their differences. “If he’s alive.” Luffy’s faith in his friend and crew mate is unwavering while Zoro is simply being realistic/brutally honest.

It’s hilariously adorable that Zoro actually does not get lost. He finds Luffy rather quickly but barely even tries to talk him out of “making things worse” and instead is on board with what he’s doing and helps him. This moment would not have worked if Zoro hadn’t also been at Luffy’s side when they helped Otama. So yet again, I assume that Oda-sensei intentionally made Luffy share this with Zoro cuz I daresay any other Strawhat would have been more reasonable. But Luffy and Zoro are on the same page in this regard.

These are just some of the times when Zoro either protects or saves Luffy from attacks. He also, at one point, has to cut Kaido in order to get him to spit Luffy out. Basically, Zoro has just been an insanely badass First Mate in the Wano Arc so far. I really appreciate that Oda-sensei has put so much emphasis on their similarities and their effortless teamwork. The trust that these two have in each other just hits different imo. In the most recent chapter, Kaido ponders how to kill Luffy — and Zoro then uses his last attack, after saying “Hey! Kaido! That’s my Captain! If you want to crush anyone’s skull, you’ll have to start with mine!” He seemingly loses consciousness afterwards. Maybe this is just me but that declaration took me right back to Thriller Bark. The difference this time of course, is that Luffy was apparently conscious to hear what Zoro said. I don’t expect it to happen any time soon but I can only hope that Oda-sensei will make Luffy acknowledge the weight of Zoro’s words...

[warriorsfireandwater]

Warriors Analysis 2: A Breakdown of the Crow/Night/Breeze Family Dynamic

I said I would do it, so here we are. The big doozy. For this one, I’m going to putting all of the sourced scenes in a linked google doc, because I just don’t want to make this post a million miles long. Instead, for this post, I will sum up all of the conclusions made after reviewing every scene involving the family from Po3 through OotS, with other relevant information from other books included.

Context of this one: I’ve watched (and participated in) a lot of debate over this family. Just about every single argument I’ve seen tends to:

1) rely on a person’s opinion of a character overall to how they feel about the family (”I found Nightcloud annoying” often goes along with “Nightcloud is equally bad of a parent” or “Breezepelt was a bad person so I don’t sympathize with him in the family situation”)

2) misremember canon

3) rely on a person’s headcanons of what actually happened to shape their judgement of the family (”Nightcloud spoiled Breezepelt and told him Crowfeather is bad” when there are zero canon scenes of this happening)

Some ground rules: I’m relying on breaking down the canon scenes in the books. I am NOT inserting my own thoughts or beliefs as to what happened behind the scenes. If there’s anything bordering on that (”this behavior implies X”), it’ll be clearly stated that it’s an interpretation. I ask that if you want to comment or debate this analysis that you do the same. People’s headcanons shaping how they remember the family is the thing that frustrated me enough to spend hours digging this up. As a personal request, please don’t use this post to say “Nightcloud still sucks and I hate her”/”Breezepelt still sucks and I hate him”/”neglect isn’t abuse” - the latter is definitively incorrect and is upsetting to hear as a survivor of abuse. “X character still is bad” just takes away from the point of this - which is not to say “Breezepelt is a good person”, but PURELY to breakdown the family dynamic. With that out of the way, let’s GO:

After looking at literally every scene involving Breezepelt, Crowfeather, and Nightcloud and analyzing the ones that involve or mention them as a family, here’s some key points. The scenes that back these points up are included and detailed in this doc.

Breezepaw is introduced to us as a bit aggressive and rude, and his mentor, Whitetail, wishes to Crowfeather that she would teach him manners (earning her no response from him)

We first properly see Nightcloud during the dog attack in The Sight, when Breezepaw returns from checking the barrier. Breezepaw reports that there is no damage, and Crowfeather immediately questions if he actually checked all the way around. Breezepaw tells him “Of course!”, and Nightcloud says that Crowfeather should trust his son more.

This suggests Nightcloud is ready to defend Breezepaw whenever. However, as ThunderClan is leaving, Breezepaw mutters that WindClan can manage on their own. Nightcloud immediately scolds him and compliments Lionpaw for saving Heatherpaw during the battle.

Later, at the daylight Gathering, Lionpaw and Breezepaw are buried underground. Crowfeather and Nightcloud help dig them out, and Breezepaw is not breathing when he comes out. Jaypaw has to pull dirt out of his throat to save his life.

Leafpool says to Crowfeather that she would “give [her] last drop of blood to save [his kit]”. Nightcloud sharply retorts that “our kit was lucky that Jaypaw was here”.

Nightcloud carries Breezepaw away from the scene “like a kit”. Crowfeather offers to help, but she carries him on her own. She does not push him away/force him away/shout at him, she literally just chooses to carry him. Nightcloud spends the rest of the daylight Gathering curled around Lionpaw and Breezepaw and keeping them resting.

We learn these things from the Sight: Breezepaw and Crowfeather seem to have a tense relationship, but that isn’t fully developed. Nightcloud is willing to defend him from Crowfeather’s doubts, but notably does not defend him when he acts like a punk in front of her. She is bothered by Leafpool’s comment about giving her life for Breezepaw (which I personally find pretty reasonable to be bothered by), but counters by giving her gratitude to Jaypaw. She wants to carry Breezepaw after he nearly dies, but isn’t pushing Crowfeather away or denying him anything like many people claim.

In Dark River, Crowfeather encourages Breezepaw’s bias against ThunderClan, telling him that they “celebrate mixed blood” in a tone that implies it as a negative thing. (It seems implied he does this to get to Leafpool, who is upset by his comment.)

Jaypaw is able to feel Nightcloud’s jealous emotions on a few occasions, but she actually never says anything to Leafpool or Crowfeather about it.

In Outcast, Crowfeather is called to go on the journey to the Tribe. Onestar tells him to take Breezepaw, who has gotten in trouble a few times. Breezepaw makes it very plain he doesn’t want to go and worries that his Clanmates are just trying to get rid of him. Crowfeather wants to go, but “sighs” over the idea of taking Breezepaw. To me, he comes off as disinterested and possibly disappointed that he has to bring him. Crowfeather snaps at Breezepaw for asking to say goodbye to his friends, saying “There isn’t time!” even though literally no one is rushing them to leave. Nightcloud comes to say goodbye, but Crowfeather is distant and doesn’t respond to her.

Throughout Outcast, each POV character has at least one (if not many) moments where they think about Crowfeather/Breezepaw and feel pity for Breezepaw, despite really hating him. Hollypaw especially thinks often about how she appreciates Brambleclaw for encouraging and supporting her, and the apprentices all seem to realize that Breezepaw is angry because his father “doesnt seem to like him”. 

When questioning why they have to help the tribe, Crowfeather just tells Breezepaw “You’ll never understand loyalty.”

When they run into Purdy, Breezepaw is pretty rude to him. Crowfeather doesn’t interrupt a single time throughout multiple insults, then reacts by hitting him across the ear without saying anything, which is noted as “a hard blow”.

Breezepaw nearly dies falling off into a ravine after thinking he’s discovered a faster way. Crowfeather pulls him back and snaps at him, expressing no concern for his life. In Eclipse, Crowfeather pointedly does not compliment Breezepaw’s catch of the rabbit, which angers Breezepaw.

During the reveal of Leaf/Crow in the last book, Breezepelt and Nightcloud stand by Crow’s side and don’t publicly turn on him or say anything against him.

This journey gives us a lot of insight into Crow and Breeze’s dynamic. Breezepaw is pretty obviously a little punk throughout this book, but Crowfeather has no healthy way of communicating with him or discipling him. Instead, he snaps at him, hits him, or ignores him, all of which just feeds into Breezepaw’s anger. Nightcloud is not present for any of this and has no way of controlling their interactions here, which could have been a perfect opportunity for Crowfeather to build a relationship with his son if it were true that Night had prevented this.

Breezepelt shows up in Fading Echoes, training in the Dark forest. A few things are made explicit: he is being manipulated by the Dark Forest and Tigerstar’s words have an almost hypnotic effect on him. The cats present egg him on against Crowfeather, feeding into his belief that Crow does not value him. (Side note, I find it really interesting that in this book, Breezepelt has notable value in the warrior code [which encourages his hate towards Crow] and the DF cats encourage this, saying it is “strong” in his blood. Next time we see him, though, he wants to destroy it.)

Flametail randomly thinks about Breezepelt’s family while spending time with Tawnypelt, feeling glad he has nicer kin.

We get the infamous scene where Lion and Breeze fight. Breeze and Crow were both trespassing on ThunderClan territory and Lion caught the prey Breezepelt was about to catch. He intentionally eggs Breezepelt into a fight (rather than just attacking him himself). Leafpool interrupts, asking how Crow can watch this. Nightcloud then shows up and insists Crowfeather has only one son. Leafpool jumps in between them as Breezepelt is leaping for Lionblaze, and she gets clawed. Crowfeather hauls him off and throws him aside, then keeps talking to Leafpool, who tells him she loved him.

Nightcloud then comes over and pulls Crowfeather away from Leafpool. She sinks her claws into his pelt to do this. However, it’s worth noting that this scene contains MANY references to blood every time claws come out - she does not draw blood and he does not express any signal of pain. It’s likely she used her claws only as a means of holding onto him, not to cause him harm. Crowfeather turns on him, and Breezepelt wails before getting between them, telling Crowfeather to leave his mother alone.

Nightcloud doesn’t react rationally in this scene - but neither does any character. Lionblaze is an ass, Breezepelt is an ass, Crowfeather is an ass, and Leafpool is still walking around making declarations of her former love in front of Crowfeather’s wife.

Nightcloud is one of the cats to react rudely to Hollyleaf’s return, but she doesn’t directly attack/challenge her. (This is actually the last time we see Nightcloud.)

The final meaningful scene is in The Last Hope, when Breezepelt fights Lionblaze. Crowfeather intervenes and says he will not allow Breezepelt to hurt him. Breezepelt retorts he always knew Crowfeather hated him, which Crow denies.

“I never hated you!” Crowfeather growled. “That’s just what you were determined to believe. And Nightcloud encouraged you.”

“It’s not her fault!” Breezepelt spat.

“No,” Crowfeather hissed. “I should have done something much earlier...”

This is the first and only time this is blamed on Nightcloud. This is the only indication we have that this could be true.

Some other notable things:

Crowfeather took Nightcloud as a mate to prove his loyalty, not out of love. (This is said in After Sunset: We need to talk)

The Ultimate Guide also confirms the above, but is a questionable source given the many errors included in it. It states that Crowfeather resents Nightcloud (for not being Leafpool), and that Nightcloud coddled Breezepelt. However, the latter is never shown in the story (and the opposite is actually shown when she scolds him).

In Crowfeather’s Trial, Crowfeather is pushed to recognize his anger towards his son and apologize for his behavior towards him and Nightcloud. Even in an entire book from Crow’s perspective (which provides opportunity for memories, flashbacks, etc), there is no indication that Nightcloud actually pushed Breezepelt to hate Crowfeather. There’s a throwaway mention that Crowfeather was too strict or too rough with Breezepelt as a kit, but it’s never actually said that Nightcloud told him this/kept him away/etc. (IE: it’s impossible to say if Nightcloud screamed this at him or asked him once to be gentle. We just don’t know!)

With all this said, here’s my take on the dynamic:

Crowfeather was a neglectful father and an inconsiderate mate. The only scene we get where he seems to actually get along with Breezepaw is when he is encouraging him to dislike ThunderClan by feeding into hatred for “mixed blood” cats. In all other scenes, he: 1) ignores his bad behavior, 2) is unnecessarily harsh to him or dismissive of him, 3) questions and undermines him, 4) does not have healthy ways of addressing his poor behavior (IE, he ignores and turns away from him rather than discussing it when all the apprentices are in trouble and the other warriors are scolding them, he flat-out hits Breezepaw at one point after saying nothing to intervene in his rudeness), and 5) blames Nightcloud for their bad relationship. Crowfeather is provided plenty of opportunities to interact with Breezepaw while Nightcloud isn’t present (in fact, Nightcloud shows up very little - most scenes of the family have just Breeze and Crow, there are many books where Nightcloud isn’t even mentioned).

Nightcloud was literally just being a normal mom and was often pushed to feeling jealous around Leafpool, often because Leafpool doesn’t have any boundaries around hinting about loving Crowfeather for some reason. I was actually really shocked by how... absolutely fuckin brazen Leafpool is 24/7 about waltzing up to Crowfeather while his wife is standing right there and going “just so you know......... i miss you........... i’d give my life for you......” It’s just WEIRD. IMO, it’s pretty damn reasonable for that to make Nightcloud irritated! Most of the time, she never actually voices her jealousy, we just know about it because of Jaypaw’s ability. When she does, it’s sometimes done by complimenting someone else or giving credit to another cat, like when Jaypaw saves Breezepaw. There is zero text in the story supporting the idea that Nightcloud was overbearing or that she spoiled him: we have TWO SCENES where she has character moments around this. In the first, she is defending him from Crowfeather’s doubt, and in the second, she is scolding him for being ungrateful to ThunderClan for their help.

Breezepelt was a kid that grew up feeling unloved, unappreciated, and angry and resentful as a result. The Dark Forest, not Nightcloud, fed into this belief, but we also have a whole lot of scenes that show why that feeling of resentment towards Crowfeather is there to begin with.

The final hot take: If you believe Nightcloud ‘spoiled’ Breezepelt or that she was ‘overbearing and possessive’, you need to reread Po3 and OotS. It’s just not there.

(Bonus: I love Leafpool but god, girl, you need to read a room.)

[laughing-drawing-aces]

okay, i know they’ve never really interacted in canon, but what’s your thoughts on el and steve. because i think they would have a really cute dynamic

They really are a cute dynamic and honestly there’s sooo much possibility here for their friendships. I actually made a few posts a while ago (like legit the first few months that I got tumblr) about their possibilities in their friendship. But anywayyy lol. They really would have a cute dynamic though and honestly I can see them growing sooo much together. Like Steve would def want to adopt her the second that he sees her.

About their in canon interacts. Ngl I think its sooo funny how the first impression Steve gets of El is her in her punk outfit defeating a demo dog. Like it’s hilarious to me for some reason. And then we get him with Max and El ordering ice cream. And he’s confused as to why she’s there. Which I think gives a tiny bit of info that they are familiar enough with each other because Steve says it so bluntly and then let’s it go. And then el looks at max to which they start to giggle. To me I get the sense that they are at least familiar enough with one another in canon.

I also think that they have a lot of similarities to one another. They love to help people especially their friends. Which to be fair is everyone but they also have lines that come up with this. Steve saying that no one is getting left behind to Nancy and then El saying that she can help her friends to kali meaning that despite going on her adventure she isn’t leaving any of her friends behind. Steve getting beat up all the time for the gang and letting himself be the punching bag vs El constantly using her powers which ends up getting nosebleeds. Which I find quite interesting that a lot of the times El and Steve were the ones to get a lot of blood on them and ‘play punching bag’ for the gang.

Anyway lol went in a rant but I think El and Steve’s friendship is cute and they can also grow as people in their dynamic. Not that they haven’t already gone through change in their characters but I think it would allow them to bond with people that they don’t interact with often. Also it was sooo cute this season how Steve decided to bring up El constantly to Eddie. Like it honestly seems like Steve is very proud of el and looks up to her in a way. Also I think that they would just get along really well. maybe they would have an awkward phase together but ultimately they would end up becoming really good friends.

[soullesscoffee]

men after midnight || part one.

{ poly!the lost boys x fem!reader }

|| part two ||

rating: explicit

word count: 3287

chapter summary: y/n organizes a beach bachelorette party for her best friend. just as the party was getting started it is crashed by a group of punks dressed in leather with big attitudes. y/n is hesitant at first but as the night goes on they are enchanted by their charm.

warning: fem!reader, use of alcohol, use of tobacco, mentions of jealousy, heavy petting, dirty talk, sexual tension, and slow burn.

a/n: i re-listened to the mamma mia sound track and this is what came to my brain. this has not been proof read and i am posting his five hours before i have to go into work, so no sleep for me. but enjoy!

An airy laugh left your lip escaping into the wine glass. The wine swished as your body shook from the brief moment of entertainment. Digging your toes in the cold sand of the night you are kept warm by the bonfire that sat parallel to you. The echoes off laughs surround you as the other members of the bridal party are laughing about themselves as well to the story that the bride, your best friend, was telling,

“No I swear, it was the funniest thing I have ever seen, that poor waiter must’ve been so embarrassed. I tipped him like 25% because I felt so bad!” The bride's words are broken by the laughter that she cannot contain. Her own body leaning back trembling with laughter as she clutched her beer bottle in her left hand. Your eyes admire the glimmer of the rock that sits on her ring finger. Every time your eyes even glanced towards it you felt a pang in your chest. This was your best friend. There is no way you should be hurt, or jealous by it. But why were you? You’re still young, full of life, in need for an adventure. You don’t need to be tied down by a ring and a piece of paper. Titling your head down you glance down at your wine glass and take a deep breath, suddenly no longer laughing like the rest of the group. The voices around you go muffled as you start to think about the wedding that is only weeks away. The duties of being the maid of honor was starting to sit on your shoulders. You were the one to set up a bachelorette party. The bride didn’t want anything special, just a night of hanging out and drinking. Something you two haven’t done since the two of you were in high school. You were cut out of your trance when the girls started to squeal and get up. One of the bridesmaids started to turn up the radio. A chuckle left your nose as the ABBA - Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! starts to blast through the speakers of the large stereo. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you sipped your merlot not paying attention to the women dancing around the fire. It wasn’t until a figure covered your light and warmth from the fire did you look up. The bride, your best friend, Jennifer was standing in front of you. Her white crop top and skirt accompanied with a flower crown was in your presence as she held out an extended hand. “Come on! We used to dance to this song all in the clubs!” She whined, shaking her hand for you to take and presumably dance along with her and the four other girls. You shake your head, “Fine, but you get to pour me another glass after this,” you respond tilting your head back to chug the rest of your wine. As you did so you grasped her hand setting down your empty glass next to the drift wood you sat along.

Standing you could feel the instant rush of the alcohol invade your system making your stomach feel warm and fuzzy. Then your head started to feel light and relieved. You danced along with the other girls as everyone danced along the fire. You stopped dancing around the fire as everyone, including yourself started to sing along to the excitement of the song. 

“There's not a soul out there! No one to hear my prayer!” You belt at the tops of your lungs pausing at different poses to the beat before letting the song drop. You start jumping and laughing, your subconscious being grateful that the beach was practically abandoned for it was nearing midnight. Though the group was a distance away from the boardwalk to not be interrupted by any juvenile attitudes.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight! Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away!” You laugh and grove your hips along with the melody enjoying yourself and getting lost in the music, “Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight! Take me through the darkness to the break of the day!” You start dancing around the fire once more enjoying your time grooving along, not noticing the four figures emerging from the darkness. 

“Well it looks like your prayers have been answered ladies!” A booming voice cracks through your musical hypnotic state. This causes you to jump and a couple of the girls to shriek but laugh it off. You however weren’t laughing. You were quite pissed at the interruption, “Sorry fellas this is a private function!” You holler from afar, the look on your features clearly unamused. Yet you couldn’t help but be amused by the get up of the loud one. His hair tufted into a long blonde straight mullet, donning a fishnet shirt and a blazer with a chain of coins trailing down his chest and safety pins scattered through the fabric. There was only a ripple of giggles and chuckles, but the grip on your arm from the bride was what made you look at her. “Y/N! I think it’ll be fine if these boys join us. I mean look at how cute they are,” she whispers into your ear before biting her lip and clearly eye-fucking the boys. You open your mouth to protest but Jennifer started to pout at you giving you big puppy dog eyes. 

“We’ll be good, Y/N. Won’t we boys?” The one in the front of the semi v formation calls towards you, the sound of your name coming from him causes shivers to go down your spine. You huff and roll your eyes. “Fine, but one funny move and I am kicking all of your asses.” You spat returning towards your piece of the driftwood as the girls started to whisper amongst themselves and started to offer the men drinks. Are they even allowed to drink? You question to yourself before grappling your empty glass from the sand to go fill it up at the drinking station. The girls continue to sing and enjoy their time but your mood has switched a complete 180. As you reach out for the Merlot bottle fingerless gloves grasp it before you can. “Merlot, aren’t you fancy. This isn’t even the cheap shit.” You look up trying to connect the voice to the face. Your eyes met a small face framed by curly long hair and a Cheshire like grin. “Yeah, I should’ve gotten the cheap shit. Sometimes it has a high alcohol content.” You reply with a smirk trying not to be hostile and ruin the mood of the party. 

One of his hands grasped your wrist softly pulling your hand towards his body. The man carefully poured you a decent glass. “The name’s Marko,” he starts before looking you up and down. The action causes you to blush. Marko took a red cup himself and filled it a little bit, “I am guessing your the manager of the function. I hope we can keep you ladies entertained tonight. We did hear your call,” his sly grin grew on his lips. A chuckle left your lips, “I’m pretty sure we were fine on our own. But thank you Marko, if it was up to me you guys wouldn’t be drinking our alcohol and partying.” You reply bluntly sipping your wine, but then the sudden chill causes the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. “Man, this babe is feisty,” the one who interrupted the party in the first place calls from behind you. He places his hand on the small of your back as he reaches over you to grab a red solo cup. Marko poured him some wine as well and smirked towards his friend, “Y’know Paul, it’s not nice to invade the ladies space.” 

The one named Paul snickered from behind her, “I think she’s just fine with it, aren’t you babe?” He asks you with his breath caressing your ear, causing a tingle to form in your brain. You clear your tightening throat to slip from his grip. “Not really,” you admit honestly and he feigned an expression of hurt. “Ouch,” Marko however on the other hand could only laugh at this interaction. You parted yourself from the boys cheering yourself from the two men and sigh to yourself as you trudge back to your bench of driftwood. Once you sit yourself down you watch as the two blondes start to mingle themselves with the girls. They clearly were flirting with all of them, including the bride, she was playing with Marko’s ornate jacket. Twirling the fringes between her fingers and grazing the patches. In reaction you chug the wine out of pure petty anger and lean back to stare into the fire. 

“So who’s the lucky one?” You whip your head behind you to see the platinum blonde standing behind you admiring the crowd along with you. “I don’t see a ring on your finger,” he bluntly states as he pops a cigarette between his pink lips. The first thing you notice is his bright blue eyes that seemingly glowed in the dark. You could only roll your eyes and give a dull chuckle. You lift your left hand, “Clearly. She’s the one in the flower crown. Well the one with the biggest flower crown.” You inform crossing your bare legs over one another. The sudden smell of burning tobacco and nicotine hit your nose, but you try to ignore it. Before you knew it he was sitting beside you. He held the cigarette out towards you between his leather glove clad fingers, your eyes flickering to it before flickering to his. He raises his brows and nudges it towards you, “Thanks,” you mumble plucking it from his fingers and taking a couple of puffs before handing it back to him, “I’m David. I see you have already met Paul and Marko. The brunette is Dwayne. Thank you for letting us join your function.” David snickers, leaning back and letting the smoke come out of his nose. “Well it wasn’t my choice,” you start and David tilts his head towards you in pure curiosity, “Clearly, it’s not your party,” You blink at him as you try to figure out whether his tone was condescending or not. “Yeah, you’re right. Not my party.” You reply by taking another gulp of your wine hoping the farther you got down the glass the quicker time would go by. 

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun, and you don’t look like you're having fun at all. At least not like the way you did before,” He notes before inhaling a deep draw from his cigarette. An airy chuckle leaves your lips, “Not really, the party got crashed- Wait, you were watching us?” this time it was David’s turn to chuckle, “We heard the amount of fun and Paul couldn’t resist himself to a party.” You furrow your brows at the reply, “So why did you follow?”

“I can’t say no to a night of fun.” He responds giving you a smirk leaning closer towards you, starting to close the proximity. Heat rises to the tips of your ears and the base of your neck. You try to fool yourself, it's the alcohol. However, you can smell the man’s cologne and musk directly off of him. It was so hypnotizing. Just like his eyes, you tilt your head slightly as he continues to speak, “Have some fun, Y/N.” he states, quipping his index finger under your chin. Suddenly you felt your whole body go numb and your mind go blank.

As the night grew you found yourself getting more comfortable with the punks. You were not in the arms of Dwayne, the two of you swaying back and forth to the music as the other two were dancing with the other girls. David sat chatting with the bride clearly enchanting you with his charisma you picked up on so quickly. You glance over your shoulder to look at David who was talking to the bride, yet as you looked over his piercing blue eyes flicked your way. A sudden sly smirk on his lips left you mouth agape with wonder at what was happening in his eyes. Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen echoes through the night sky. Dwayne however gripped your chin between his thumb and index and pulled your attention to him. His hands rested back on your lower back barely grazing the bare skin under your clipped shirt. “It’s rude to not focus on your dancing partner,” he muses with a charming smirk as he pulls you closer flush to his bare chest. A slight gasp left your lips as the contact surprised you. You swallow and look up into his piercing brown eyes, “I-I’m sorry,” you whisper clearly blushing under the moonlight but was thankful it was dark and farther from the fire. “I was only joking,” he claims before spinning you out and pulling you close once more. Your hands rested awkwardly on his shoulders. Keeping eye contact with you, his fingers grazed your sides, ghosting over your sides as he pulled them up your arms. He formed your hands behind his neck. You couldn’t help but smile at the small gesture as your eyes trail along the painted leopard on his arm. “You’re more relaxed,” he notes and you nod at him, “Yeah, thank you for pulling me away from those two. I thought my brain was going to hemorrhage if I kept talking to them,” You tease about Marko and Paul, to which Dwayne could only chuckle. As the second chorus started to pick up Dwayne settled his leg between yours, “Believe it or not they bring the fun with them,” Dwayne replies, starting to smile as he twists you to where his chest was flush with yours. You freeze for a moment as the chorus builds up, “Yet maybe, we can offer a different kind of fun?” Dwayne whispers in your eyes, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. You instantly felt your cheeks get hot as his large hands travel down your sides to your hips guiding you to sway along with him. You could feel your backside grazing his groin as he pulled you closer with guidance. Your breath started to pick up as your heart raced with anticipation as one of his hands traveled to your navel splaying across only his pinky dipping in your waistband of your denim shorts. Looking up from the sand your eyes connect with David’s who held an intense eye contact with you as you started to feel yourself unravelling. “I asked you a question,” Dwayne whispers once again in your ear trialing his lips down to your neck, long brown hair cascading down your chest. His seemingly chilled lips contrasted against your hot skin. “I- I- don’t-” you choke out as you feel another finger enter your waist band, causing heat to grow at your core. You hand held onto his with a deathly clutch.

You feel his bare chest rumble from a chuckle as he ground himself into you, nipping at the base of your ear. You gasp from the action, a surge of adrenaline rush didn’t make you correlate as Dwayne pulled you back around to only grasp your belt loop and spin you away from him. You land in another person’s arms, you look up to see Paul looking down at you. His handsome smile beaming down at you as he pulls you close. “Finally, I was starting to feel Dwayne was going to keep you all to himself.” He smirks as pulls your waist down, guiding you to dance alone with him, his hips moving seemingly against yours. Your lips parted as your heat grazed for a moment against his thigh, “Why were you starting to get jealous?” You couldn’t help but tease. The tease caused Paul to quirk his brows in surprise but also amusement, “It’s not fair for him to hold someone as fit as you to himself,” he quips pulling your hips down so your core continues to grind on his thigh. A gasp leaves your lips involuntary, “Especially when you gasp like that,” Paul rasped against your parted lips. You head spun with how all of this was happening and how quickly. Heavy pants coming from both parties started to ignite a fire deep within. On instinct you close the gap between his and your lips, engaging in a fiery kiss that took your breath away. As your hands crawled up Paul’s chest to wrap your arms around your neck you feel fingerless gloves graze under your shirt. Then a pressure from behind the culprit you assumed to be Marko pressed amongst you dancing along as well. You part your lips from Paul, hypnotized by ministrations from both of the men.

Marko had both his hands up your cropped shirt gently clawing and pawing at the plush bare skin underneath. “Starting without me?” Marko asks against your shoulder before pressing his lips to your skin. You tense a moment before relaxing into his touch, wrapping an arm behind you to Marko’s neck, drowning in the intoxicating smell of both men’s scents. The grinding and the pressure from both of the men caused you to pant along with the beat. “The fun’s just starting.” Paul purrs as Marko connects his lips to the crook of your neck. The sensation causes a sigh to leave your lips and you loll your head to the side giving him more access to your neck. Marko’s hands trailed down, over Paul’s hands on your hips to your thighs. He even gently grazes his index finger over your zipper before gripping the hem of your denim shorts, digging his nails into your skin as he bites down on your neck with his blunt teeth. You gasp distracted by the excitement to notice Paul leaving your grip. Your hands grip his as your nails dig into his gloves. You close your eyes for a moment letting a sigh float from your lips as he pulls you by your belt loop like Dwayne and spinning you away from him. 

You snap your eyes open to see your hands land on a layer of leather. Your toes touched the tips of boots. You graze your hands to the black t-shirt. Gloved fingers pinch your chin and pull it upwards. You are met by stark blue eyes and a honeyed voice, “Having fun?” David asks, tilting his head down as he waits for your breathless answer. You could only nod as your legs felt like jelly and your head spun at a million miles per house. “Good,” he whispers against your lips, ghosting his breath that had reminisce of cigarette on it. You were in trouble. You thought to yourself. His other hand pulled you close by the small of your back to press against him as he entrapped you in a powerful kiss. You could feel the tip of his nose pressed against your cheekbone. His gloved hand moved from pinching your chin to grasping your neck just below your jaw. His kiss swallows your quiet moment that you tried your hardest to suppress. David pulls away after a moment, his hand still placed under your jaw as he admired your flushed face. You could only admire his face amongst the bonfire that lit his dilated pierced ocean eyes that looked at you as if you were his next meal. A chuckle rumbled through his chest as he looked at your haphazard state. “Are you ready to get your prayers answered?” He questions with a knowing smirk. The only response you can give him was keeping your lips parted as his eyes sunk you deeper in a hypnotic state. You slowly nod as his gloved hand caresses your cheek.

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine being Sirus’s daughter

-You were born in the year 1978, your mother was a muggle who Sirius met at a punk rock concert, and they had dated for a few months before deciding they were better off parting way as soon as he revealed he was a wizard.

-When she gave birth to you, Sirius hadn’t even known she was pregnant, and she didn’t tell him until you were 6 months old, when she went to his flat and frantically knocked on the door.

“Olivia, it’s six o’clock in the fucking morning, why are you...” and then he noticed the baby carrier

“She is one of you Sirius, she made...” her voice loud with frustration as she hushed it, “she made all of her toy fly at me when I told her it was nap time, she once cried and all the lights blew. Sirius I can not have this thing live in my house.”

“Clearly not if you are calling her a thing.” He snapped before snatching the carrier out of her hand, “I suggest you sell all her baby things, I don’t want her having a single reminder of you in her life.”

-He slammed the door in her face, and quickly placed you on the sofa, and just stared at you, for an hour. Internationally he was freaking out, he was 18, Fresh out of Hogwarts, and had zero idea how to parent a child. So he did the only thing that made rational sense, and picked up the phone.

“Hey mom, I have to tell ya something....yes I know it is early, but I just couldn’t wait to tell you....No, no I am not in jail again, however you might wanna sit down for this one..... you’re a grandma.”

-The phone was silent, and next thing he knew his fireplace lit up green, and out stepped Euphemia Potter, who was still dressed in her night gown, her eyes wide as she looked at her son’s best friend, and then noticed the small child asleep in her carrier. “She’s beautiful.”

“Mom I have zero idea how to even...”

“Trust me Padfoot,” the name slipped so comfortably out of her mouth as he looked at her with panic, “None of us do. We just do it, and pray that we don’t accidentally hex them.”

-That morning Euphemia spent teaching Sirius all about how to care for a baby, but quickly learned his new delima, “Do you have anything for her?”

“No, her mother just dropped her off this morning, I didn’t even know...”

“Did she tell you her name at least?”

“No.”

“Well, how about [Y/N]? That’s what I would have named James if he was a girl.”

“[Y/N] Euphemia Black, I like it.” He smiled, looking over at a surprised Euphemia, “What? I always hear that it was a muggle tradition to give your daughter’s your mother’s middle name.”

-After that she took you and Sirius out to a muggle baby store, and the grocery store, and bought you everything you could ever need. The whole time you were with the two, you never cried, you just stared at them with your [Y/C/E]’s and played with the small rattle Euphemia bought you. Once you returned to the flat, she flicked her wand and you watched in wonder in her arms as all the furniture started to assemble itself, while your father put all the baby food and bottles away. Soon he was putting the clothes she had bought you on the hangers, while Euphemia rocked you to sleep, your eyelids heavy as she looked down at your smooth face. Her trance was broken though by Sirius’s soft voice, “How do I know I wouldn’t turn out like her?”

“Because you would never allow yourself to. I know your mother was a vile woman, who had no regard for her children, but you Sirius Black, are the greatest thing she ever created. Besides you are an amazing friend to James, and I can only imagine you will treat this little girl as well as you do my son.” She stated before slowly raising and removing the maroon and gold sweater from his fingers, and hung it up for him. “Now, I am sure Lily is already at the house frantically worrying about this wedding that’s in a few days, so I will give this precious angel to her daddy, and call you tomorrow?”

“Of course, give them all my love.” Sirius smiled as she gently placed you into his arms, before looking to him, “You will do amazing things [Y/N], I just know it.”

-For the next week Sirius didn’t allow anyone into his flat, he just wanted to spend that time admiring your features, and learning how to be the fun dad. However after 7 days there was a pounding on his door, and behind it stood a tall, lean man, with shaggy brown hair, and glasses. In his arms were neatly wrapped boxes, and a stag plushie sat on the top.

“Really, you couldn’t have bought her a dog one after her father?” Sirius joked as James smiled, his voice filled with joy as he replied, “Never.”

-The moment you saw James, you immediately smiled, and crawled over to his feet as quickly as you could, your hands grasping at his pants as he sat the boxes down on the kitchen counter. “So you must be [Y/N]?” All he got as a reply was a giggle, and soon you were up in his arms.

-That afternoon you spent attached to James, and while him and Sirius talked, he would slowly dance around the flat with you, or throw you in the air, which also caused you to release a loud giggle. Sirius’s stress would rise quickly when he did, but once you were safely back in his hand, James would look at his friend and smile, “Don’t worry Pads, I won’t hurt our little princess.”

-Soon there was more knocking at the door, and behind it was Remus, and Peter. The man of the house quickly enveloped his friends into a hug, and opened the door wider to reveal James holding you upside down, as giggles filled the air. Quickly he lifted back to the vertical position and spun you around quickly, until you leaned into his shoulder. When he stopped Remus looked to Sirius, “Clearly we know who her favorite uncle is going to be.”

“Bullshit Mooney, she is going to love you all the same.” Sirius reassured as James stroked your back, “[Y/N], ready to meet your other uncles?”

-You immediately leaned out of James arms and right into Remus’s chest, your hands going to his face as you patted it quickly. However soon your fingers were tracing the light scars on the man’s face, your touches were delicate as you lightly brushed his warm skin. Remus tensed slightly under your touch, almost scared that you would cry within seconds, however you quickly placed your head onto his shoulder, and cuddled into him, causing Sirius to smile, “Told ya.”

-Peter was terrified to touch you, he preferred to just watch you interact with the others, and when you tried to climb up onto his lap, he stiffened. You immediately started to tear up, causing James to quickly scoop you up.

-That afternoon you napped on Remus’s shoulder.

-James and Remus both volunteered to change you, Peter was too timid to even try.

-Later that evening there was one last knock, James jumped up immediately and reached out to Sirius for you, a smile on his face as he said to you, “Alright [Y/N], now you are going to meet one of the most important woman in my life, but don’t worry, it doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

-When Lily saw you, her hands went to her face, as she silently freaked out, “Merlin, she is beautiful Padfoot.”

“Not as beautiful as her Auntie Lily.” James replied as you leaned forward and allowed Lily to hold you. She quickly cuddled you into her chest and smiled.

-As soon as Lily arrived you refused to leave her, not even James, who you were previously attached to could take you away from her, if they tried your eyes immediately watered.

-James pouted a bit about that, but Lily just chuckled and stated, “Don’t worry Love, I am sure she still loves you.”

-That night you fell asleep in Lily’s arms, and soon she was softly walking towards your nursery to put you to sleep. She smiled though at the sight of the stag plushie, and made a mental note to pick up one to represent the other boys.

-When she returned to the parlor, she smiled at the sight of the four young men, who were currently gushing over the small infant who was sleeping.

-That night when it was just James, Lily, and Sirius, he asked them if they would be your godparents. They agreed.

-The next day Lily arrived to the flat and handed Sirius a wolf, a rat, and a black dog plushie for you, and then she sat on his couch with a cup of tea, as they discussed life, your small body seated upon Sirius’s lap as you chug to your black dog plush.

-Whenever Lily saw a cute child’s outfit she would pick it up for you.

-Remus was famous for buying you books

-Peter often bought you random trinkets

-James always bought you toys.

-On full moons, Lily would babysit you, which you enjoyed, especially once you were older. She normally would play disney movies, and read to you 100 stories. She was always ready to play dress up, or paint with you.

-On nights where the order would met Euphemia and Fleamont would watch you, at their own estate. You enjoyed going to the Potter’s, and would crawl or toddle to each different room on the bottom floor. You also had a habit of falling asleep in the parlor with the pair, Fleamont normally was reading to you out of one of his many book, while Euphemia held you, her fingers tracing through your hair.

-Once they were done either meeting or fighting, Sirius, James, and Lily would drag themselves into the manor, and head to the parlor, where they would smile almost immediately at the sight of the small girl asleep on the couch.

-Sometimes when you would cry, Sirius would transform into the dog form, to which you would stop crying immediately and cuddle into the raven color, soft, fur.

-Your first word was Dadda, quickly followed by “Pong” which you would yell often at James.

-You knew all of your uncles by their Nick names, and sometimes they would find themselves calling each other the names you had assigned. James was Pong, Remus was Ooney, and Peter was Ermtail. You called Lily, Elily

-You were the flower girl in James and Lily’s wedding, they had you sit in a wagon, which was bewitched to move down the aisle, and once it stopped at the end, Sirius went to scoop you up, and held you beside James and Remus.

-When James turned to Sirius to get Lily’s wedding band, you were the one holding it out to him, with a smile he plucked the small golden band from your little hand and whispered, “Thank you darling.”

-At the reception each of the marauders danced with you, even Peter, however he only danced half the song with you, before passing you off to Lily. Remus walked up beside the timid man and clapped his shoulder, “Don’t worry Wormtail, you won’t break her.”

-Albus and Minerva were obsessed with you, each one taking time to hold you and shower you in attention. Minerva looked at Sirius at one point and whispered, “I can already tell this girl is going to be a handful, just like her father.”

“I hope so Professor.” He joked as she carefully handed you back.

-Lily and James both danced with you together, and some of your favorite pictures were taken that night, as James and Lily spun you around, or swayed together with you on your uncle’s hip.

-Your father and you were the last ones on the dance floor, his breath smelled slightly of fire whiskey, and your eyes were heavy, but that didn’t stop your father from holding you close to his chest, your head resting on his shoulder, as he softly swayed you.

-That night when you arrived back to the flat, he carefully placed you down onto the changing table and quietly changed you out of the dress you had surprisingly worn the whole day, and into a pair of Jammies that Euphemia had gotten you. As he placed you into the crib, he couldn’t help but notice how much you had changed in such a short time. He spent the rest of the night sitting in your room, watching you sleep as he pondered the thoughts of his current life.

-For your first birthday, they had a small gathering at Jame’s and Lily’s flat, Lily had spent the whole day before decorating and cooking, while James attempted to help. However as your Uncle Remus would later tell you once you were older, all your Uncle James did was eat the cupcakes Lily had been making, which resulted in her sending James to Sirius’s flat, where he sat with the Marauders, joking and drinking while you were left in Lily’s care. (Who had picked you up when she dropped of James)

-When you arrived your attention was stolen by all the decorations, which were all natural colored, but had a bit of sparkle to them. Your father however was taken by the food spread that Lily had made, “Goodness Lily, are you feeding an army?”

“Have you seen the way you four eat Pads? You basically are an army.” She sassed as she extended her arms towards you, “Besides, I will spare no expense for this little bundle of joy.”

-When Remus arrived you were on the floor with your father and James. However at the sight of Remus, you pushed yourself up from the floor, and wandered towards your uncle, however after three steps your balance caused you to fall, and look up towards Remus with tears in your eyes at the fact that you had failed. Sirius staring at you in wonder as Remus scooped you up.

-Those were your first steps.

-Lily had made you your own little, jam filled, smash cake, it was completely covered in green frosting and on the top of it sat a tree, which she had purchased completely made of chocolate. In different tones blue frosting she had made a small pond, and within the smears of blue she wrote upon it Happy Birthday Darling in red frosting. Meanwhile all the adults got to eat the cupcakes, which she had filled with raspberry jam. Sirius couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked towards James, “Your future children are going to be so spoiled.”

-Later that night when it was just James, Sirius and Lily, they told him Lily was pregnant, and that they were going to tell his parents the next day. They also revealed that they wanted to name Sirius The Godfather. “We figured we would return the favor.” James joked as he looked down towards your small frame, the brand new teddy bear tucked your your face as you sucked your thumb in your sleep.

-That night you and Sirius had a sleepover with the Potters, and when you awoke that morning James and Lily were already gone. This left Sirius to gather all of your presents and hurry home with them, after feeding you some eggs, and apple juice.

-That night while you sat on your father’s lap, there was a knock upon the door. Cautiously Sirius put you down in your crib and advanced towards the door, wand drawn. When he looked into the peephole he saw the back of his best friend, upon opening the door, he saw the red rimming of his eyes, clear evidence of his sorrow. Without saying a word to Sirius he just walked past him, and straight into the nursery, where you giggled with excitement to see your Uncle. His lips forced themselves into a smile as he leaned in and picked you up, his feet dragging as he flopped into the rocking chair and held you. Normally you would have been squirming, wanting nothing more than to play with him, but you knew he just needed your stillness.

-It took Lily an hour to call Sirius’s, “Is he there?”

“Yes, he has just been sitting with [Y/N], not saying a word...”

“He hasn’t told you?” Lily cut him off

“Told me what? Did something happen to the...”

“No, no baby Potter is fine. But Sirius... I am so sorry. Euphemia and Fleamont caught Dragon Pox’s. When we went to the house they weren’t there, the neighbors had said they saw an ambulance, so we rushed to Saint Mungo’s. By the time we arrived....” her voice slightly broke but that was all Sirius needed, “Mum’s dead, isn’t she?”

“Sirius, I am so sorry. Dad’s not doing well either, they estimate he has maybe a week.”

-With that the phone dropped, and his feet took him to his friend, fresh tears covered both their faces as he gently wrapped James in a hug. None of you moved for what felt like forever.

“Can I stay here tonight?” James finally whispered, his voice hoarse, as Sirius muttered, “Of course, as long as you like.”

-Fleamont passed away two days later.

-When James and Lily introduced you to Harry, you were obsessed. You wanted nothing more than to always be near the small bundle.

-The Marauders loved having two babies to spoil now. However Peter was still extremely timid around you both.

- There was only once where you were jealous of Harry, but that was just because James was holding him, and not paying attention to you lightly tapping his leg. You just sat down at his feet, and silently started tearing up, which Lily immediately noticed. This caused her to quickly advance towards James and removed Harry from his arms, James had a look of confusion, until he heard your small sniffle. Quickly he scooped you up, and apologized.

-You loved trying to help Lily with Harry. However sometimes you were too helpful, but Lily never scolded you, just corrected the behavior.

-There was one night where she was left to watch you and Harry while the order handled some affairs. You hadnt spent a night there since they had moved to Godric Hollow. She awoke to hear muffled whimpers from her son’s room, and quickly rose to collect her house coat and check on him. Upon passing your room she hadn’t noticed that your door was open, so when she opened Harry’s she was surprised to see that you had climbed into Harry’s crib, and were softly singing a nursery rhyme Euphemia had taught you to him. His eyes growing heavy as you looked towards Lily, “He was sad, now he’s better.”

“I’m sorry Love, did his crying wake you?” She whispered as she carefully lifted you out of the crib with the sleeping boy, as you gently nodded your head, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh there is nothing to be sorry about, I just wish I had the camera out to record that precious moment. How about next time though, you come get me?”

“Deal.” You smiled as she placed you back into the bed, and tucked you in.

-The next morning she told the others what you had done, and joked with Sirius, “You know she’s going to make a fine older sister someday.”

“My darling Lily, that would require me setting down, and that is not happening any time soon.” He teased back as you lifted your arms with pride, a clear plate infront of you as you giggled, “Done!”

“Splendid, now thank Auntie Lily for the pancakes, and say goodbye to everyone.” Sirius smiled as you did as instructed, and gave everyone, except Peter, a syrupy kiss on the cheek.

- the day after Sirius did missions for the order he normally wanted nothing more then to spend the day with you, in the flat. Normally you would both do arts and crafts, or he would watch what muggles called VHS tapes. You guys also spent the day eating snack foods, your favorite being Orange Maids, your father’s was chocolate.

-When Harry turned 1, you were excitingly running around the house, Harry crawling after you as the three adults sat on the couch, whispering amongst themselves. You had no idea how the conversation they were having would change your life forever.

-You once asked why Uncle Ooney never came to the flat anymore, to which your dad just told you Moony was sick. You had no idea that they ever suspected him of being a spy.

-The first time you saw Peter in the house at Godric Hollow you felt like something was off, and avoided him more than normal.

-It was two months later, you hadn’t known yet that this would be the last day you saw Auntie Lily, and Uncle Prong. Your father was extremely cautious to make sure you weren’t followed, and carefully snuck into the house. When you were placed onto the ground you took off running through the house, wanting so badly to show off your costume. The whole house was decorated, candles were lit everywhere, and streamers dangled from the living room ceiling. When you entered the kitchen however the counter was lined with food, and Harry sat in a high chair at the table, a tired James sitting beside him, as Lily stood at the stove.

“Uncle Prong, look at my costume!” You instructed, as he looked away from the Cheerios that littered the tray, and smiled at your outfit.

“Wow, we’re identical.” He gasped as you raced over and gave him a hug, Sirius stood in the doorway as Lily looked at the two of you, turning her head slightly she whispered, “Was this her idea, or yours?”

“She told me she wanted to go as Uncle Prong, figured it won’t be too hard to pull off.”

-That night you all stayed in, Lily was playing a muggle show on the tele, while you all sat on the couch eating candy. As your eyes grew heavy, Sirius looked down toward you, and whispered to his friends, “We best be on our way.”

“Oh come now, you only just arrived 5 hours ago, why don’t you two spend the night and in the morning...”

“I would love too, but I unfortunately have to get this little one home, would hate to have her dressed like your ugly mug two days in a row.” Sirius joked as James pretended to be offended.

-You sleepily gave both James and Lily a hug, unfortunately Harry was already asleep in his room so you were unable to say goodbye to the small baby that had been dressed up as a Lion that year.

“I love you.” You softly whispered to them during both of their hugs, they tightened their grip in response and replied back.

James: I love you to the moon and back my dear.

Lily: I love you too my little Prong.

-As soon as you got home, you fell asleep in your costume, Sirius didn’t have the heart to wake you up to change so he just closed your door and let you be

-when you awoke, it was to your father’s screams, and the slamming of the door. When you crawled out of bed, you saw the man your father called Albus, standing in your living room. He lowered his head, and sank to the floor, his eyes watery with tears as his soft weeps overtook him. They only paused however when he felt your soft touch. It was then Dumbledore looked to you, and whispered, “Do you want to go see your Uncle Remus?”

-When Dumbledore arrived to the cottage in the woods Remus had, he softly knocked. Your small frame in his arms, as Remus opened the door. “Remus.” His voice was soft, “The worst has happened.”

-When Dumbledore left, Remus was sitting on the couch, his eyes glassy as he looked towards you, the child of a man he had been convinced to be a traitor. But he knew Sirius, he knew Sirius would never betray his friends, yet.... here you were, no one had any idea where your father was, or how Voldemort died. But he did know one thing, he needed to take care of you while Sirius was away.

-Two days later you saw your father again.... on the front of the Daily Prophet, you would learn later in life he had went away for murdering Peter Pettigrew, the man who really betrayed his friends. But no one would ever know.

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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CW: Muzzle mention/talk; dehumanization; it as a pronoun; conditioning; barking(?); biting;

“C-c-can it be, be purple?” Blue asks looking at the little lined up paint dyes at the shelves of the store. So many different colors! It could be nice to match Bonnie’s fur, right? A soft little purple tone…

“…Of course” Master doesn’t even look, focused on checking the price tags on the things at his basket.

Blue picks up the hair dye… And puts it back on the shelves. Master said it was fine but, no, It’s not! No, no, no, no. This isn’t good. It... it has to be good. It has to be Blue.

It picks up the other dye again, the Blue one. The correct one, the one that says… says it is Blue and nothing else.

“…It should be muzzled” …a chill run through Blue’s spine, as it cracks his neck to look at some lady on a long floral dress, who has an annoyed expression.  

“Yes, probably”

Master doesn’t even turn to answer, still checking the tags. Blue bites its inner cheeks. It doesn’t, doesn’t want a muzzle… But it’s true. It bites. But only Master! As… As if that was any better. The lady scoffs and nods, arms crossed as if victorious.

“But you know, I haven’t bitten anyone this week lady”

…This throws Blue off guard. The lady as well, it seems. Master puts the things back on the basket, finally glancing at her. He smiles, pointy little teeth.

“…Not yet”

“…Oh for goddamn’s sake, you know I’m talking about the dog-“

She is cut short because Master barks. He launches himself towards her and barks straight at her face. Blue’s eyes widen and he hugs Bonnie close to his chest. The lady loses her balance, scrambling back against the shelves. She nearly falls but Master holds her and pulls her back on her feet.

“Oh, my, my bad” He gives her the most apologetic look Blue has seen on him so far. Of course, the lady is furious, but also surprised “…I’m not sure what I was thinking, I almost hurt you! I am so, so, so sorry. And, Lady, you are absolutely correct”

“W-what!?” the lady shouts at his face now “You damn punk…”

“I apologize again, Lady. I’m very sorry” He sighs, looking down as if regretting “…I’ll be sure to muzzle him next time”

The lady seems taken a back, confused, and very nervous, but trying to keep her pose.

“Good thing you’ve got some sense into you…” she scoffs, clearly just wanting to step away “…You damn kids…”

“Sorry M’am. Thank you for correcting me, have a blessed day…”

Master turns to him…  Pets his hair a little. It’s soothing but Blue is scared. This whole interaction went to fast for it to follow, and the context… Was Master angry now? It didn’t know. It didn’t seemed like he was but…

“Are you okay?”

“W-w-what w-w-hat was that?” it whispers.

“…Made her go away didn’t it?”

Master picks up the paint Blue is holding. Blue paint. He takes a look at it… Puts it on the shopping basket. Without a word, he picks the other one from the shelves – the purple one Blue asked for earlier, taking both of them to the cashier.

Blue try to just stay quiet and well behaved, now very afraid of Master being angry. He keeps its head down like a good pet. Had it done it? Finally ended Orfeu’s patience…? Or did that lady really convinced him that he wasn’t being a good pet owner – letting his pets go around and not muzzle them? Master never seemed to care much about other people. He had been called out plenty of times for the way he acted around his pets, but he, he always seemed un-phased. So… why now?

They leave the store, Blue trying to hold back the tears and pleas… But it can’t any longer. Maybe if it asked for it, it wouldn’t be so bad.

“M-master… M-muzzle Blue please… B-b-blue… b-b-lue d-d-oes bite…B-b-lue is bad, bad, bad pet” it gives Master the pleading puppy eyes “Just, just…C-c-can it be, be the, the one without a bit… P-p-please? B-b-blue wouldn’t bite, bite s-s-omeone else, B-b-lue swears. B-b-blue wouldn’t w-w-ant to make Master a-a-shamed… But B-blue needs a muzzle. Please. J-just please not, not the bit one? Please?”

Master doesn’t answer. He looks Blue for a moment then checks his pockets for something. A irrational part of Blue tells it that it’s the muzzle – right there and then, despite him having no reason to have one with him. But no, Master hands something to Blue. He picks it up, cautiously observing it…

“A-a-a-a-a wallet?” his eyes widen again, as Blue tries to make sense, Master has a smirk “T-that l-lady’s wallet?”

“…Yeah. And I’m not gonna muzzle you, by the way. At all. And no I won’t punish you either, you’re not in trouble”

Was… Was it okay then? No muzzle?

He stares at is for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around just when – how he got this.

“H-h-h-ow?”

“It’s a skill”

“...C-c-can Blue learn? P—please? Teach Blue?” He gives the puppy eyes, Master smiles softly.

“Absolutely not”

“Hm? W-w-why? Blue will, will try its best!”

“That’s the problem. You’d get really good at it and use it against me”

Well… He wasn’t wrong.

“...You should have mu-muzzled B-blue w-w-when you had the cha-chance” Blue says with a frown, annoyed that it won’t get to learn. Master turns to ask why… But it’s too late and Blue bites. Master’s eyes twitch a little in pain.

“Good try… But still a no” he takes a deep breath “For the muzzle and the pick-pocketing”

“Hng” Blue lets go, pouting while it hugs Bonnie.

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[toomanyrobins]

Sugar

Summary: Moving to the small town of Lehigh was supposed to be a quiet escape. But, the local sheriff and his determination to drive you crazy turns your plans right on their head.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Content Warning: some swearing, annoying misunderstandings that would be fixed if people just communicated

Notes: This has not been proofread, so any mistakes are entirely my own. Whoops!

You had just arrived in Lehigh the week before and had been busy moving into your new home on the outskirts. When you’d seen the little cottage, you knew that it was meant to be and used the money grandpa had left when he died to buy it. A few days after moving in the last of the boxes, you wandered through the small town. The help wanted sign in the front of the diner made the job search easy and after a week working as a waitress, you’d settled into a comfortable rhythm. The other waitresses had been kind to her and now you considered Wanda and MJ to be friends. MJ and her boyfriend, Peter, had a young son and she had begged you to take the breakfast shift so that she could be home in the mornings. You had readily agreed, enjoying filling your days with work, and now it was your first morning shift.

You greeted Wanda as she pulled in and together you flipped on the lights and put on music to dance to as you started up the coffee machines and took down the chairs. It wasn’t long before people started coming in. Two men in uniform walked into the diner and sat in one of the booths in MJ’s usual section. You couldn’t stop the little voice in your head from appreciating how attractive they were, but you shut her down. You walked up to the table and plastered on a smile, “Morning, gentlemen. What can I getcha?”

The blonde looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t know you.”

Your internal voice snorted at the obvious statement and you nodded, “And I don’t know you. Now, what can I getcha?”

The dark-haired man did snort at the awkward interaction, “I will have a black coffee and whatever pie you have.”

“Does cherry work?” He nodded and you turned back to his friend, “And you, Officer Stranger?”

“That’s Sheriff Stranger—I mean Rogers—Sheriff Rogers.”

“Alright, Sheriff,” you decided to take pity on the awkward man, “What’ll it be?”

“Toast and black coffee.”

“Right away, Sheriff Stranger,” you flashed him a dazzling smile and went to put his order in.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “Well done, Punk. You made a great first impression on the pretty waitress.”

Steve groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face, “Thanks, Buck. Appreciate it.”

“Get some coffee in you and try again. Maybe smile this time.”

After that first failed encounter, Steve had come to the diner every morning. For two weeks, he would come and sit in your section. You couldn’t help yourself and continued to call him Sheriff Stranger. It had evolved into a fond nickname, instead of a sarcastic quip. He had taken to sitting at the counter instead of the booths so that he could chat with you as you moved around. He had been surprised by how quick your mind was and it had become the habit for him to read the paper aloud, the two of you going back and forth about whatever the front page was reporting on.

That morning, just like every other morning, he put in his usual order of black coffee and toast. You threw your head back dramatically and groaned, “Stranger, you’re killing me. Variety is the spice of life. How about scrambled eggs? Home fries? A piece of fruit?”

Steve couldn’t help but smile at your dramatics, “I like my toast and coffee, Sugar.”

“Fine!” You threw your hands in the air, “It’s your really boring funeral.” Steve chuckled under his breath as he looked back down at the paper. It didn’t take long for you to bring his plate over and when he put the paper down, he choked at the sight of what was on his plate. You meticulously had arranged a bacon smiley face with melon balls for eyes on top of his toast. You skipped away before he could say anything and he was left to stare at the ridiculous breakfast. Steve contemplated calling you over, but dreaded seeing the disappointment in your eyes. Instead, he popped a melon ball in his mouth and when he looked up, you had a massive grin on your face. You purposefully avoided looking over, but both of you knew this was a victory for Y/N.

After that first day, you continued to sneak new things on his plate often. The day after, you brought him his usual coffee and toast, but also put a glass of orange juice down. You winked at him, said something about vitamin C, and walked away to help another customer.

The day after that, it was an omelet with peppers and cheese. Every few days, you would allow him a respite from the over-the-top breakfasts and would bring him toast and coffee, but always added an orange juice to the order, insisting he needed some fruit.

One day when you allowed him to order his boring breakfast, as you’d dubbed it, you pulled the paper away from him, “I have to ask. Is the toast and coffee an indication of the other meals you eat? Because if you’re boiling your chicken, we are gonna have a serious problem.” Steve looked ashamed and you gaped at him, “Oh sweet Jesus! You boil your chicken!” You propped your head up with one hand, “It is flavor? Do you just hate things that taste good?”

“I am busy helping to run this town. I don’t have a lot of time on my hands.”

You looked incredulous, but perked up when you saw someone walk through the door. Steve could see the gears whirring in your head and knew this was not going to be good for him. “Officer Bucky, sir!” you waved him over, “I have a question for you! Answer it right and your meal is on me.”

The dark-haired man looked confused, but figured it didn’t hurt to try his hand at a free meal, “Alright, hit me.”

“What did you make for dinner last night?”

“Ciorba de Perisoare. It’s my mother's recipe for meatball soup. One of Nat’s favorites.”

You grinned victoriously at Steve and tapped the counter where there was a seat available, “That answer gets you one of those potato and cheese omelettes I know you love. Oh, and a slice of cherry pie.” You came back out with Bucky’s delicious looking breakfast and Steve’s sad toast and black coffee. The latter rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, begging God to give him strength to deal with the stubborn young woman who had captured his interest.

“Any chance you can tell me why I’m eating for free?” Bucky asked.

“I boil my chicken,” Steve grumbled.

“What?”

“You’re eating for free because I boil chicken.” Bucky just stared at Steve in disgust and confusion before turning back to his breakfast, shaking his head at the two clueless idiots.

It had been almost three months since you had moved to Lehigh. Once Bucky had told his wife about the pretty waitress at the diner that had ensnared Steve’s attention, Nat had made it her mission to befriend her. She had gone into the diner one day and chatted with you, inviting her to join her friends for a girl’s night. That had been the start of a beautiful friendship that had the redhead trying to sniff out what the feelings were between you and Steve.

At the diner, it had been a long day for you. It was nearly 4 in the afternoon and she was dead on her feet. Nat came flying into the diner, “Sugar, get your best outfit on! We are going out tonight.”

You shook her head at the amount of energy her friend had. All you wanted to do was finish your shift and go home to soak in the claw foot tub you’d just scrubbed clean the day before. You leaned against the counter putting on your best puppy dog eyes, “I have been on my feet since 6 o’clock this morning. The last thing I want to do is go out.”

“It’ll be an easy night, I promise,” Nat hopped onto one of the stools at the counter as you poured her a cup of coffee, decaf of course, “It’ll just be some drinks at the Hideout. Please? First round’s on me.”

You groaned and then nodded, “How could I ever say no to you? I get off in an hour. We getting ready at mine or yours?”

“Mine. I already told Buck that they could meet us there.”

“They?”

“Yeah… Bucky and Steve.”

“Nat, don't tell me this is some setup for a double date.”

The redhead gasped in outrage, “What you must think of me! I just want my friends and I to spend a night out together.” You raised an eyebrow at her friend. Nat held her hands up in defeat, “I promise. No more setups.”

You finished up the last hour of your shift and timed-out. When you walked out, Nat was waiting for her. She drove over to Bucky and her home and they started getting ready. This had become such a common occurrence for the two women that she had taken to leaving a pair of clothes at Nat’s for convenience.

You had opened a bottle of wine while they got ready and by the time the two men arrived, you both had dissolved into giggles. It had not gotten better as the group got to The Hideout. You and Nat were having a great time and the music started playing. The latter had pulled Bucky out of their booth to dance. Steve had slung his arm over the back of the booth and in your inebriated state, you didn’t notice how much either of you had curled against each other. Tucked comfortably in the booth, you people-watched. As the music transitioned into a slower one, he held out his hand, “Dance with me, Sugar?”

“I’d love to,” you laughed as he pulled her out onto the floor. Soon the music slowed, and you were swaying together. Steve had chatted away about his work and you were happy to listen to him speak so passionately. Eventually, you leaned your head against his broad chest, feeling his hand move underneath her shirt. His fingers grazed your lower back, sending shivers down your spine. You felt Steve’s heartbeat speed up and smiled softly to yourself. You weren’t alone the effects of being in such close contact. As the song ended, you lifted her head up and got sucked into his deep blue eyes. Just as you thought he was going to lean down and kiss you, the main door swung open and three women walked in. When Steve saw them, he cleared his throat and stepped back awkwardly. You were left feeling cold and confused as Steve walked away before you could ask him what was wrong. You moved to the bar, wondering if you’d just screwed everything up with that almost kiss. Steve had become the person you were closest to in town and without his company, the loneliness was sure to grow.

Throwing back a shot before heading to the bathroom, you needed a moment to clear her head. You stared into the mirror, wondering how you could fix your mistake. One of the stalls opened revealing one of the women that had come in. She washed her hands and fixed her lipstick before acknowledging you. The smile she gave didn’t reach her eyes. She spun around, “You’re Y/N, right? From the diner?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” you were not sober enough to remember if she’s ever been into your work before, “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.”

The blonde looked almost insulted that she wasn’t instantly recognized, “I’m Trish. Steve’s fiancée, Carly, is my best friend.”

You thought you were going to be sick right there on the floor, “Steve has a fiancée?”

“Oh yeah!” Trish explained, “It’s not official yet but she found the ring in his sock drawer a month ago. I’m sure that’s why he hasn’t mentioned it yet. But, it’s coming any day now”

“Right--,” you grabbed a paper towel and dried your hands quickly, “It was nice to meet you. I guess I should get back to my friend.” You hurried out of the bathroom and back to the booth, grabbing your purse and jacket. Thankfully, it seemed that Nat and Bucky were still occupied and you made a quick getaway.

The walk back home was only 20 minutes and as soon as the front door was shut, tears started to well in your eyes. You fanned your face, “Stop it. Stop it. He’s not yours.” Walking into the bathroom, you hated how much Steve had melded into your life. You’d brought paint samples into the diner one day and asked his opinion. Now, the color he picked seemed to mock you. How could she have been so stupid as to let this man in? Of course, he had a girlfriend, soon to be fiancé. Why would he want a waitress who forced her way into his life. God, I’m just a nag. You threw the towel against the wall and curled up in bed, letting yourself wallow in self-pity.

The next morning, Steve didn’t show up for breakfast. Every time the bell above the door chimed, your eyes jumped to see who it was and each time you cursed herself for being that way. Around lunchtime, Nat came in and looked upset. “Why did you leave without saying goodbye last night?”

You plastered on a fake, apologetic smile, “I started to feel sick and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“How did you get home?”

“I walked,” When Nat opened her mouth to scold her about being safer, you shook your head, “I know. I know. It was a stupid idea, but I was drunk. I promise I won’t do it again.”

The redhead nodded and then switched gears. A mischievous grin grew on her face, “You and Steve looked comfy on the dance floor last night.”

You scoffed as you turned to refill a coffee pot, “That’s never gonna happen.”

“But—“

You decided to be blunt, “I know about Carly.”

Nat looked confused, “And because of that you won’t give him a chance?”

“Definitely not. I’m kinda insulted that no one said anything to me.” A family walked in and sat in your section, “I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later.”

When you turned back to put the family’s order in, Nat was gone and it felt like a boulder was weighing on your chest.

It wasn’t until a week after that awful night that Steve deigned to come back to the diner. He looked like a child who’d just been told off by a parent. He took his usual seat at the counter and put his hand on top of yours when you came over, “I’m sorry about last week. Sugar, let me explain.”

You slid your hand out from under his and shook your head, “No need. I know the story now. I’m sorry if I gave off the wrong impression. Let’s just be glad nothing happened. I’ll bring your breakfast around.” When you brought him his meal, Steve felt sick to his stomach. There were no melon ball eyes, no bacon smile, not even a glass of orange juice. Just toast and a black coffee. You walked away before he could say a thing.

The food tasted like sand against his tongue and when he swallowed his last bite, he walked out and left the money on the counter without another word. As soon as he was out of sight, he pulled his cruiser onto the side of the road and threw up the “boring breakfast.” His temper was at an all-time high and he was shouting at everyone in the station. Finally, Bucky walked into his office and shut the door, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I fucked up and it’s unsolvable. I almost kissed Y/N last week, but Carly came in and I freaked out instead. You know how those women are and I thought that if they saw me with Y/N, they’d run her off. Turns out I was right. She said she’d heard enough and is glad that nothing has happened between us.”

Bucky was surprised to hear that. You had seemed too sweet to let something like Carly’s lies get to you. Especially without hearing Steve’s side. He ran a hand through his hair. “Damn, Punk.”

Things did not improve as the weeks went on. First, your greetings had slowed down in their enthusiasm and he missed being called Sheriff Stranger. Steve tried to catch your eye, but you quickly put the plate down and went to another table. Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your eyes weren’t as bright and he could see the makeup trying to hide how tired you were. Everything about Y/N was just off.

It was late that night when Steve swung around the back of the diner. The main parking lot was packed and he decided the back was easier. He saw a figure leaning against the wall and figured it was one of the waitresses on a smoke break. As he walked closer, Steve realized it was you and that you were asleep. You’d had walked out back for some air and had fallen asleep against the back wall. Steve shook you awake and you were embarrassed that you’d crashed like that. He pushed a strand of hair out of the way and you winced at the close contact. He pulled his hand back, “What’s going on, Y/N. Did something else happen?” You shook your head, avoiding his gaze. Steve hooked a finger under your chin and tilted your head up so that your eyes met his. He leaned down and kissed you, instantly making you dizzy. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He moved closer until your back was against the brick, both of you intoxicated with the other.

You were interrupted by someone calling your name inside and you pulled away. With one look back, you hurried back inside. Steve ran a hand through his hair, a grin on his face. Maybe not all was lost if you kissed him back like that. You were the first person he’d been interested in since he’d ended things with Carly. After they’d broken up, she was so angry that she told anyone who would listen about how he couldn’t get it up and was all-around disappointing. One of the downsides of living in a small town was that once something was out, everyone knew. Since their breakup, Steve had been too worried to even try and date someone else. Suddenly, you’d shown up in a hail of melon balls and paint samples and the idea of trying again wasn’t quite so terrifying.

You had gone home that night, the kiss seared in your mind. It felt like you’d just closed your eyes when your alarm went off. It was a rough morning and you were nursing a cup of coffee when you saw Steve, Bucky, and Nat arrive and sit in one of the booths in your section. You groaned when you saw the shit-eating grins on all their faces and walked over to the table, “Morning. What’ll it be?” Bucky and Nat quickly put in their order and then you turned to the blond.

“Waffles.”

You just stared at Steve and slowly brought one hand up to his face. He cheered internally when he felt your cool hand on his forehead, “You don’t have a fever. Are you dying?”

Both Bucky and Nat were dying on the other side of the table. Steve didn’t take his eyes off of you, “Ha. Ha. You’re on me all the time to try something different; so I am.”

The smile that crossed Y/N’s face made it all worth it. She said nothing else, worried he’d change his mind. She put the order in and went to check on her other tables. The minute his breakfast was ready, Y/N brought it over to him, “I won’t force the orange juice on you today. So, your coffee is on me.”

“Sugar, you don’t need to do that. If I didn’t want the waffles I wouldn’t have ordered them.” Nat saw the smile falter at the pet name and decided she was going to get you to talk before she left.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m in charge of your bill. Just say thank you and tell me I’m right.”

“Thank you.”

You tried to stay busy as the trio ate, but you squeaked as Nat came out of nowhere and dragged you into the bathroom, “Spill.” You stammered as you tried to figure out what to say. “I know you and Steve kissed, but when he called you Sugar you looked like you were dying inside. Are you really so shallow that you’re going to let one little rumor from a heinous girlfriend ruin this chance?”

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m honestly super pissed off that you’d try and set me up with an engaged guy just because you don’t like his fiancee.”

“Who’s fiancee?”

“Steve’s!”

“Steve doesn’t have a fiancee.”

It felt like all the air had deflated from you, “What?

“Steve’s not engaged to Carly. Never was. They broke up over a year ago.”

“I don’t understand. Why would her friend tell me that?”

“Because Carly is a psycho bitch hates to see Steve happy. After they broke up, she told everyone that his little friend was less than great and he sucked in bed. Everyone in town has been talking about the two of you and how cute you guys are. You’re the first woman that he’s gotten the courage to any show interest in since it all happened.

“That…” You couldn’t believe you’d been trapped in such a lie, “BITCH! How could she do that to Steve? He’s like the sweetest guy ever!”

“He thought you’d heard the rumors and that’s why you pulled away.” You were so confused and just stood there. Nat smacked you on the arm, “Well, go out there! Kiss him and tell him that you're both idiots. Go!”

You were practically gnawing at your bottom lip, your stomach in knots. You walked up to the table, “Steve, could we talk?”

“Of course, Sugar.”

Your eyes slid over to Bucky, “Outside?” You grabbed his hand and dragged him out the front door. You bounced your leg as you tried to figure out how to start this, “Um--so--you see--I--.”

“Y/N?”

“Fuck it,” You threw caution to the wind and hooked your finger into Steve’s belt loop, pulling him in for a kiss. He buried his hands in your hair, his tongue tangling with yours. He pulls away, both of you trying to catch your breath. His eyebrows were furrowed and vulnerability and fear shone in his eyes. “I am an idiot,” you blurted out.

“I’m just not quite sure what’s going on. We don’t talk for like two weeks and then I kissed you and you ran away and now you’re kissing me again.”

“I thought you were engaged.”

“I’m not.”

“Well, I know that now. Nat explained everything to me. The actual story. I have half a mind to burn down that bitch, Carly’s, house.”

Steve laughed and wrapped an arm around your waist, “I really don’t want to have to arrest you for arson.”

“Technically, it'll be attempted murde--,” He leaned down and kissed you again, shutting you up. You pulled back and smiled up at him. “I’m taking you out tonight. I’ll tell Nat to come by your place to help you get ready.” You couldn’t help but giggle at how well he knew you.

You turned to walk back into the diner and found every patron plastered against the windows watching you. “Somehow, I think she might already know, Stranger.” Steve just smiled at you and laced your finger together, walking back into the diner where it all began.

[mariahthelioness29]

NURTURING A FRIENDSHIP 

( Maintaining Friendships pt.2) 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Plus Size Reader 

Words: 4.2K 

Warnings: SMUT (nasty but loving), slight degradation, unprotected sex, drug use, mentions of alcohol 

Please if you are a minor do not interact, due to the themes of this fic, this story is 18+ 

A/N: Here it is a part 2 as promised hope you like it. 

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Bucky called you a few times after your lunch with him. 

You texted him the address of the restaurant, with 7:00 p.m

You have facetimed ever since he got an iPhone and Bucky likes it when you send him pictures of you.

Today you have been extremely busy, with meetings and finally, you picked the phone and saw a message from Bucky.

“Where is my daily picture ?, Bucky texted you

“Very bold from the man, who was walking with a flip phone a couple of days ago”, you texted back

“Good Afternoon to you too”, you send him.

 Bucky sends you a voice message “Jesus, having a flip phone is a capital sin in Wakanda or something?”, He laughs “Good afternoon, doll, how’s work ?”

“I mean it’s prehistoric, busy a lot of meetings today” you replied via text.

Bucky licks his lips and shakes his head. 

He takes a picture of him shirtless with a cute smile and sends it to you. 

Wish you were here, I could distract you from work, take a break, he texts. 

“ Who taught you to send thirst traps ?", you text him laughing seeing the pic. 

“ Isn’t this what people do to woo each other nowadays?, give me a break I’m trying”

“Is it working ?”, he texts you 

You look at the pic and sink your teeth on your bottom lip. 

“It is, but in person it's so much better, the pictures don’t do you justice”, you replied.

He sends another voice message.  

You put on your headphones giddy for his reply.

“For fucks sake, you can’t say shit like that and not be here”

“What ?”, “Are you that desperate that my words are reeling you, horny dog”., you replied 

You don’t know how the conversation changed from PG to NSFW, but is a welcome change after almost a week of you keeping it cute.

“Yes”, he texted 

Oh, yeah? be a good boy and show me with a video, get to it”, you order him via text

You read your papers, with the anticipation of the video in the back of your mind.

Bucky sighed “fuck”, he has never sent a picture or a video of himself like that, but he trusts you so he manages to put the phone on the nightstand against the lamp to take a video, he presses record.

 After a couple of minutes, You hear your cell vibrate and there it is.You open the video.

He frowned in concentration, figuring out if the camera was recording or not

“Is this thing recording ? he wonders out loud

oh yeah it is, the minutes are ticking”, he confirms to himself

He sits on the bed. He smiled at the camera, feeling his heartbeat out of his chest. 

‘For my best girl”, he winks to the camera, trying to hide his nerves.

He took himself out of his shorts, spit on his hand, and began to stroke himself slow, sighing, mouth slightly agape, his head tilted to the side until he was fully hard.

‘F-fuck”, he stuttered 

“I have never done this”, he breathes out, pumping himself fast with his vibranium hand. 

He groans and moans, squeezing himself, rolling his hips into his hand. 

“I can’t wait for the day, you let me inside again, I have never forgotten how you felt wrapped around me, it’s like heaven on earth”, Bucky confessed with a strangled voice in between his high pitch dragged out moans. He keeps teasing his tip with his thumb while jerking off. 

You feel yourself getting wet, because of his words and moans.

His dick so thick and long, and the red tip, shining with precum.

You bite your lips, mouth-watering at the sight of him jerking himself for you. 

Your breathing is now deep and a little erratic, your nipples are hard against your bra. 

“Fuck, baby, you got me fucking riled up”, he moans. 

Bucky fondles his balls while jerking off. 

He hissed, feeling the contrast of the cold hand against his balls, and he jerks himself with his flesh hand.His hips twitch and his dick throbs in his hand, he jerks himself faster and his fist gets tighter.

His breathing is harsh and his groans get louder and deeper. 

“Oh fuck”, he growls, feeling his release near. 

He pumps himself a couple of times crying out your name on repeat until his mouth is agape, his breath and moans come out stuttered while ropes of cum spurt out of him painting his abs, his hand while he looks into the camera. 

He throws his head back, trying to control his breathing with a smile of relief after emptying himself. 

He hums enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure .He takes the phone and closes up to his cum painted abs. 

“ Such a shame, this should be in you instead of painted on my stomach”, he pants

“ Have a good day, sweetheart, can’t wait to see you tomorrow”, he pants smiling at the camera, and the video stops. 

“Bast”, you breathe, suddenly the room has become hotter. 

You text him. 

“My day got so much better, thank you, can’t wait to see you tomorrow”

“You’re welcome, doll”, he rasps via voice message.

After work, you shop for a nice dress for tomorrow night. A cute, lilac silk dress with a high slit with your clear high heels. You look at the lilac lingerie. You remember the first compliment he dared to say. You had a crown of flowers, the children did it and it was full of purples flowers.“ You look like a flower yourself”, he whispered while you taught him how to dance. 

Bucky was pacing around looking at the small number of clothes he had. 

He felt a skip on his heartbeat that was pleasant but at the same time, he felt his nerves tingling. He realized he was nervous but excited and that suddenly he has no clothes for this date. He took a deep breath and decided this is an emergency and called Thandiwe, Andrew, and Sam. 

"Suddenly I don't know what to wear", he laughs looking at them.

"Uncle Bucky, leave that to y/n, we guys put on some jeans and a nice shirt, that's it", Andrew answers him.  

He now has three friends: his co-worker Sam, his great grand nephew Andrew, and Thandiwe.

"I disagree, you have to look good too, put on some style too", Thandiwe replied 

Sam just laughs, "you jump off of buildings, but you are freaking out ‘cause of a date, man let's take a look at what you have. Black, black, black, like you barely have anything with color". "Oh, I see sum, is that a suede brown jacket, that would look good and that olive green t-shirt for a change? I think it will go well with the jeans, those shoes, and your gloves. You're all set". 

Thandiwe and Andrew nod smiling.

"Put it on", Thandiwe suggests. 

"See, all set", Andrew nods 

"By the way, I have not seen y/n, who is she", Andrew ask 

Bucky smiled.

"We met in Wakanda, she is.., Bucky smiles.

"Aww shit,he gone",Sam teases

" We lost him", Andrew shakes his head in faux disappointment. 

Thandiwe looks for a picture of you and sends it to the group. 

Thandiwe holds in a laugh 

"Oh, since the first day Shuri introduced him to her, he was gone", Thandiwe adds

"He froze like a deer in headlights"

Thandiwe, Bucky warns and side-eyes him.

"What?, are you going to tell me that I am wrong, ingucka", Thandiwe smirked

Bucky just shakes his suppressing a smile. 

"Wow", Andrew looks at your picture up and down and they settle on your breast. 

"Hey, watch it, eyes on her face, punk", Bucky warns Andrew. 

"What ?, I am just looking", Andrew laughs and shrugs. 

"So this what your ass was doing in Wakanda scrolling through meetWakandawomen.com all day, maybe I could tell old Steve to tell T'challa to invite me there, ‘cause goddamn". Sam looks at your picture

"You two together are insufferable", Bucky rolls his eyes. 

"So where are you going to take her ?'' Thandiwe asked. 

Bucky mentions the name of the restaurant. 

"Oh, nice", they replied

"Just be your gentleman 40s self, like Grandma Becca used to tell us stories about you", Andrew tells him. 

"It's going to be alright", Sam reassures him. 

They all said goodbyes to each other and wished him good luck on the date. 

Bucky gets dressed and he goes to the restaurant. and there you were on a sofa drinking a glass of sparkling water. 

"Hmm,7 o'clock not second less not second later, impressive", you stand up. 

You hug him and kiss his cheek. 

Bucky blushes and offers his arm.

“I cannot make my best girl wait, you look breathtaking”, Bucky takes a good look at you. 

“You don’t look that bad yourself, old man, I like the brown jacket, brings a grey green tone out of your eyes” 

Bucky is flustered ”uhmm..thank you” 

You take his arm in yours and walk into the restaurant, the hostess seats you, but Bucky pulls your chair for you and you sit. 

“`Such a gentleman, I got your flowers today” 

“Lilacs and roses”, you smile 

“That is where I got the inspiration to wear this”. 

You take a bite of your food, moaning at the flavor. 

Bucky feels a little tingle when you make that noise. 

And he drinks beer, to quench the sudden dryness of his throat. 

”I’m glad you like them, doll’

“ I am excited, I have a new job” 

“Don’t say”, you widen your eyes. 

“It’s a big project, I mean the opportunity, I have is once in a lifetime, I will be working reforming people that do not want to be part of these criminal organization, help them settle, build a new life, Sharon and I, we are putting everything together, to pitch the project ”

“Bucky I am so happy”, you squeeze his hand. 

“Yeah, I also got a new therapist, don’t get me wrong, Dr. Raynor, she did what she thought was right but we have very different mindsets” 

“Wow, what a week,  a lot of change”. 

“The partnerships of the outreach and the schools are going so well, more children are learning, we are discussing opening a little bit more the borders but that will take some time,”. 

“That’s amazing, though it doesn’t surprise me, you are good at everything”, Bucky took a bite of his food not breaking eye contact with you

“You know what I love about this century apart from you, of course, Bucky said so naturally. 

“You love me? isn’t that a little too soon, it’s our first date after all”, you joke but you feel your heart miss a bit. 

“I’m a man that knows what he wants, '' Bucky drinks from his beer, narrowing his eyes at you. 

“The food, we used to boil everything”. 

“Ughh, and you all call yourself the developed world, huh ?”, you glare at him playfully 

Bucky laughs and shrugs. 

“That’s why your palette was dead, remember when you ate the goat stew with the peppers” 

“Yeah, I had to drink like a gallon of milk, felt like my mouth was in the pits of hell”, Bucky laughs 

“That hot sauce is a torture device, I might call Kiya to send me some, I put it on someone, and they’ll talk” 

“It’s not even that hot”, you frown 

“It’s a torture device, but the taste while eating is nice, it’s the burn afterward”, Bucky shudders You cackle at that

For the rest of the dinner, you laugh going to memory lane.

“This is so good, would you like a bite”, Bucky feed you with his fork 

You took a bite from the fork, looking at him. 

Bucky bites his lip looking at you eating from his fork. 

You finish eating and then dessert with champagne. 

“Whew, I feel like I am about to explode”, you sighed 

“Me too”, Bucky chuckled 

“I mean you had two entrees” 

“Super soldier appetite”, he shrugs Your mind went to another place and you just drank your champagne, trying to be subtle. 

‘Supersoldier appetite? you ask with a smirk

‘Yep”, he answered, licking his lips cocking his head to the side. 

You go with Bucky to the French Quarter with your arms wrapped around Bucky, while he rides the bike. You catch a whiff of his cologne, you hum. It smells strong but with delicate notes. It is just like him with a strong demeanor but with a delicate interior. 

Bucky parks the bike and helps you get off it. 

You go to the different bars, you go to the House of Blues and drink and listen to the different artists. 

There was a guy named SiR, playing tonight. 

His song was calm, nice and soon enough Bucky is behind you with his chin on your shoulder, in an embrace, swaying you sideways with him listening to the music. 

 He likes it. Maybe Sam is right, maybe he needs to give modern music a chance. This guy is speaking all the feelings, he felt falling in love with y/n in Wakanda. 

The man was singing: 

Why was last night the first time I felt anything in a long time

Feels like Imma fall hard said my cold heart made up its own mind

Love ain't what I came for, but it's here now, and it feels good

You told me you were special, and you meant what you said

I don't wanna leave this bed

Baby, you're all in my head

All in my head (x5)

Baby you

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm making a mistake

But who's gonna save me

Who's gonna say I'm wrong to stay

But you so amazing, it started out as fun and games

I didn't know we'd swim this deep, and she didn't know I'd be afraid

Bucky just hugged you tighter to him, and you throw your head back and he peppers your neck with light kisses

You smile and you keep swaying, enjoying his hug.

You turn around laying your head on his chest and he lifts your face by your chin and he bows his head a little and kisses you softly, a brush of his lips. 

You feel the warmth of his hug, there is a crowd, but only you two matter.

After the show, Bucky takes you home. 

He insisted to go with you to the door 

“Bucky what is going to happen, it is just the elevator, and I am going to my apartment”, you chuckle

“For my peace of mind, doll”, he entered the elevator. 

You kiss some more in the elevator, Bucky breaths you in and kisses you slow, drinking you in. 

Until the elevator stops and you reach your corridor. 

“So this is it”, you bite your lips and cross your legs, and cast your eyes down, fiddling with your hands.  

“Nice place”, Bucky admired around. 

You feel your mind racing and your heart beating fast. 

You stay looking at  each other for a second but it felt like longer. 

“I..”, you sighed, while holding the door  

“You what ?”, Bucky gets closer. 

“I want to let you in, but I am scared, last time, I blur our friendship and it didn’t go well” 

“You just broke off your engagement, and I was a semi stable-100-year-old, things have changed for the better now”, Bucky took your hand and kissed it. 

You feel a tingle when does that and you can’t help but smile

“ I’ll go slow, I promise, so goodnight, doll”, Bucky plants a kiss to your lips so softly, you feel like you're melting to the floor. Bucky smiled and let go of your hand slowly.

He began to walk away.

‘It is now or never”, you think while he walks away, you realize you don’t want him to leave

“Bucky, wait!”, you raise your voice. 

He stops dead on his track and turns around, looking at you. 

"When was the last time you smoked?",you ask him.

Bucky snorts

"I smoke it all after my first session with Dr. Raynor", Bucky confessed

"Your accent is still horrible", you tell him, scrunching your face. 

"Maybe I need some lessons, it's been a long time without speaking Xhosa", Bucky grinned. 

"Maybe I could give you some lessons", you whisper. .

You let him in your apartment. Bucky looks around, again feeling a little nostalgic, it looks like your house  in Wakanda. 

You groan, taking your heels off.

"Something wrong?", Bucky asks, a little concerned. 

"Just, these heels were killing me", you sighed plopping on the couch. 

"You could've just taken them off, I would've held them for you", Bucky sits next to you. 

"and ruin my outfit", You side eyed him with a small smile on your lips 

“Can’t do that, can we?”.Bucky set his face in faux seriousness, he scoots closer to you. .

You just chuckle shaking your head. 

There is a hidden compartment on the table, with the Kimoyo beads you open it. 

You wink at Bucky and roll the joints, seal them with your saliva. You dry them with a lighter and hand him one. 

You light it for him. He just get comfortable smoking. 

“This is the only thing that can get me a small buzz”, Bucky does a French inhale. 

You smile when he does that. 

“Oh you can do tricks”, You challenge

You puff out the smoke in little “o’s”. 

Bucky licks his lips, you take another hit and you get closer to him. 

You blow the smoke to his lips and he inhales it, your lips brushing against each other, you put the joint on the ashtray and he does too.

You kiss is heated, you fumble with his jacket and he takes it off, throwing it on the floor. He sighs and hums into kiss, drinking you in. 

You straddle him and he grabs your hips and his hands travel to your ass kneading them hard.

You mewl into his mouth, you take a breather when he kisses your neck. He gets you off his lap and sits you next to him. 

“I know you love to control me, and I love it, but let me be on top tonight, I missed you” 

His hands travel to your core, making you spread your legs. You throw your head back, he kisses your neck again. 

You feel him , pulling the lacey lingerie to the side and begin to rub you. 

You gasp and moan with your eyes closed. 

‘Drenched for me, aren’t you sugar’’, he chuckled 

“Yes, for you, since the concert”, you pant 

“ Your smell’s been driving me crazy all night”, Bucky groaned, entering his fingers in you. 

He hugs you to him while fingering you, enticing you, he breathes in your hair. 

“Fuck, I missed you”, he breaths out. 

You can only roll your rips meeting his hand halfway, moaning, looking into his blue eyes and how full of desire they look. 

You bite your lip and your chest heaving.

He hissed feeling you throb on his fingers, his pants are tight, his erection on full display. He took his fingers out of you and before you can protest, he rips your thong off of you. 

“Why did you do that”, You whine 

“I bought them, now I don’t have a set”, you pout. 

He just puts them on his nose and takes a deep breath smelling them then putting them in his jeans back pocket. 

You feel your pussy throb at that, you are liking this side of Bucky. 

“ You are mine”, he states. 

You scoff. “You haven’t made me cum”, you raise an eyebrow at him with a teasing smile. 

“Oh, doll, you are going to regret those words”, Bucky enters his fingers in you slowly. 

Then something changes, he is fingering you eager and he finds your spot, you arch off the sofa, with a whine. 

His fingers brush again and again against that spot.

“Fuck!”, you moan almost screaming

Bucky just has that shit eating grin on his face, watching you lose it for him

“This is going to be a long night, doll, the first of many”, He bites your earlobe 

Your hips jerk and your thighs tremble and you cum on his fingers, he slows down but he does not stop, until you whimper at the sensitivity. 

You catch your breath and he grabs making you stand up with him. 

You kiss each other all tongue, lip biting. 

He takes your dress off in a frenzy and you undress him in a frenzy. 

You were taking your lace bra off but he stops you, you smile knowing what he wants. 

He sits legs wide open, dick standing.

You go between his legs, kissing his dick, looking at him.

“Oh fuck”, he breathes out looking down at you. 

You stick your tongue out and he slapped it on your tongue. 

You suck him for all he is worth, bopping your head up and down, jerking the part that you can’t fit it,  till he stills your head with his two hands and he bucks into your mouth. 

“ Shit, that's it, honey, taking me so well”, he thrusts into your mouth faster, your gagging enticing him.

He stops and takes himself out of your mouth, loving how fucked out you look already, your gloss smeared, your eyes teary and trails of your spit between him and your mouth. 

You just smile and lift your bra and he gets in between your breasts. You start bouncing, loving how desperate he gets thrusting between your breasts. 

His heavy breathing, his stuttered moans, he throws his head back in complete bliss. 

"Oh my God", he moans all strangled, thrusting while your breast helps him to get off. 

You just hum and moan. 

" Come on,baby, make me yours", you whisper all sultry. 

Bucky thrust faster groaning

"Fuck that is such a sight", he looks almost in awe at his dick wedged between your breast. 

"Y/N", he cried out and he moaned. 

"That's it, I want to hear you, don't hold back, mark me", you rasp.

You keep bouncing and pushing your breast together to make it tighter for him. 

"Baby", he croaks

"Do it, I want to taste you", you moaned, feeling his dick twitch. 

Bucky throws his head back with a silent moan, tensing spurting all over your chest,neck and some of it flying to your face. 

You hum, receiving it all closing your eyes. 

Bucky looks back to you. 

"So pretty", he pants. 

You blow a kiss to him and then you scoop the cum off your face on your fingers and moan at the taste, all while looking at him.

"Taste, so good", you lick your fingers

Bucky brings you to him and you straddle him,rubbing his still hard dick between your lower lips, while he sucks on your breast. He takes off your bra and licks them clean and makes out with you, both of you moaning sharing the taste.

You lower on his length slow, gasping at the stretch till he bottoms out. 

Bucky hugs you to him tight, caging you in his arms and he just grinds in deeper making you feel all of him. 

“Fuck, you're deep”, you croak. 

Bucky just smiles and kisses your breath away while giving languid thrusts, almost pulling out and slamming back in. 

Bucky picks up the pace and you throw your ass back to him, mewling.

Breathing in each other, looking at each other lost in pleasure, your lips brushing against each other 

"You are it for me, sweetheart", Bucky breaths out,hammering up to you. 

The only thing you can do is moan and nod, your breathing is erratic, you feel that throb and your nerves are lit on fire. You throw your head back, straighten up.  

"Can feel you’re close. Give it all to me",Bucky grunts while he is  bouncing you up and down 

You tense with a loud moan escaping your lips with indiscernible clipped cursing in Xhosa. 

You groan dropping on him, your eyes rolling a little, Bucky hammering on against that spot, chasing his release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, he cries out with a crack in his voice till his breath in stuck in his chest  and then he spills deep in you. You hum with a lopsided smile, caged in his arms, resting your head on his shoulder. You feel the warmth and how it trickles down. 

 Catching both of your breaths, he traces your spine up and down, looking at you like hung the moon, while you lazily pepper kisses where the flesh meets the metal of his arm. 

He grabs your face with both his hands and kisses you with that softness, you feel loved. 

He lays on the couch and puts you on top of him. He stretches out his arm and grabs the joint with the lighter and lights it up. He smokes and he passes to you. You keep doing that until it's done.

“I want no one else, but you, I have you again and I won’t let you go this time”, Bucky confessed. 

“Me neither”, you whisper while tracing his scar and then peck lips. 

“You owe me a set”, You chuckle

“I’ll buy you all the sets you want”, he sighs smiling. 

You stay in comfortable silence, basking in the intimacy, both naked, smoking, convinced that you never are going to separate this time.