#i’m running on three hours of sleep so idk if this makes sense

[slayter-kinney]

anti appalachian anti southern ppl dni and also kys

related to a convo i had with my gf while we were driving around east tennessee and i was showing her some family places etc. but it’s sooooo telling how primarily white northern liberals act like the anti gay, anti trans, racist laws that get passed in southern states don’t actually affect the populations there. i have a friend who has proclaimed he would never visit the south because he doesn’t want to get hate crimed but doesn’t listen to me when i tell him that the south is a genuinely diverse and vibrant place. or another coworker who goes on and on about how awful the anti lgbtq laws are but doesn’t seem to have any concept of the real queer communities that are in the south. idk. like i know liberals and allies and sfuff know that racism and homophobia exists in the south, because it does, just like nearly everywhere else, but they don’t seem to have any concept that there are real populations affected by it. you can’t have homophobic legislation in an area if gay ppl don’t exist. does this make sense? anyways stop being classist about the south and appalachia

[yourlocalghoulette]

Chapter 2~ Take On Me

Series Masterlist~ Main Masterlist~Meet the horses~

Warnings- eventual smut so MDNI! pretty much just fluff, reader has trauma, language, slow burn, flirting, relationship building

w/c: 3k

A/N~ part 2 is hereee! im literally so excited to be writing this story. part 3 is already in the works! please reblog, it always helps! Lmk if you want to be on the taglist:))

It was only when you got Joel’s number and scheduled your first work day that it started feeling real. Doing this, being around horses again, the thing that hurt you more than anything. 

Well, it wasn’t the horses that hurt you. It was the way you were forced to push your limits with them. The way you were yelled at if you didn’t do something right. The way your stomach sank every time you were forced to use an unneeded pair of spurs on a horse.

Sleep doesn’t come easy Thursday night, the night before the long-awaited first day. You toss and turn in your bed, palms clammy and forehead sweaty. You kick off the matcha-colored bedspread you were wrapped in and sit up in bed, trying to take deep breaths to clear your head. You glance at your phone. 2:00 AM. If you know Sōl well enough, she’s probably at a party. She definitely won’t answer until morning. 

So you text the one person who also might not be awake but still understands. Joel.

You click on the chat that only a few formal messages have been exchanged in and wonder if you’re being too impulsive. What is he going to think about you texting him at two in the morning? Your mind clouded with sleepiness and delusion, you text him anyway.

You- sorry for texting so late. having second thoughts about tmrw. 

To your surprise, the ‘read’ icon pops up as soon as you send it. 

Joel- i understand how you feel. are you wanting to cancel tomorrow? i was looking forward to it.

Did you want to cancel? Your brain is in a frenzy. He’s looking forward to it, you think over and over.

You- idk. i think still want to come tomorrow but I’m gonna take it slow:)

Joel- that makes sense and it’s totally good with me. can’t blame ya for feeling reluctant. you can pace things as slow as you want, ok cowgirl? 

The nickname jumped off of your screen at you and butterflies take off inside your stomach. 

You- ok cowboy;) thanks. excited to see u and the horses tmr!

Joel- likewise. now get some sleep, cowgirl. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you turn off your phone. The conversation was short but sweet and oddly comforting. 

You silently pad over to the kitchen and quickly make a cup of chamomile tea with lots of honey. While you drink it, you shamelessly open the stable’s website and scroll to the picture of Joel and Sarah. You look closely at Joel’s left hand, resting over Sarah’s shoulder. 

No ring.

Ok, he wasn’t married, but that didn’t mean much. He could still be dating, you tell yourself. Even with that possibility, you catch yourself smiling softly at the photo, staring into Joel’s dark brown eyes. Soft and comforting, like the tea you’re drinking. You sigh and walk slowly back to bed, rubbing your eyes which at this point are bloodshot from tiredness.

With Joel’s messages imprinted in your head, you quickly fall asleep.

“Un-fucking-believable. I gave you one. Job. ONE job! To win the goddamn gold medal. And what did you do? You knocked over FOUR jumps. You are a dissapointment to this team. To the profession of jumping.”

“Please- I-I’m sorry, the horse was acting weird! Probably because you made me whip him when he doesn’t need it!”

“Don’t use those goddamn tears on me. Maybe I should show you how a whip feels.”

You wake up three hours later in a cold sweat, your face streaked with tears. You breathe heavily, your hands shaking with each breath. You run your hands over your face. 

“It’s just a memory,” you whisper over and over to yourself. You try to breathe in through your nose and out your mouth, calming yourself down.

Sometimes you wish you don’t have to wake up in an empty bed, no one by your side to comfort you. It stings when you think about the last time someone was in your bed. 

You shake the memories away for right now. Taking one last deep breath to attempt to ground you, you climb out of bed. You skip breakfast, not sure if you would be able to keep any food down with the amount of nerves flitting in your stomach. 

You brush your teeth and throw on some mascara quickly, your hands still shaky and making it difficult. You put on a black tank top and faded boot cut jeans, along with a loose red flannel because it can get cold in the early Texas mornings.

It’s 6:00 on the dot when you slide on your steel-toed work boots, tucking them under your jeans. You grab your keys and a granola bar just in case and head out the door.

As you struggle to start your old pickup truck, second thoughts and anxieties start to fill your mind once again. You struggle to push them out of your head, filling it instead with the thought that you get to see Joel again. Nevertheless, your hands shake around the wheel as you drive the short drive to Sarah’s Stables. 

When you pull into the driveway, Joel is sitting outside the barn on the concrete bench, shaking his leg with a nervous expression on his face. You step out of your truck and stride over to Joel as he stands up, trying to put on a confident smile even though the last thing you feel is confident. 

“Morning,” Joel grins, shaking your hand firmly. His hand lingers on yours a little longer than it should before he pulls away. 

“G’morning, cowboy,” you tip an invisible hat, and he returns the gesture. He leads you into the barn, gesturing you to follow with his hand.

“Did’ya get any sleep last night?” He asks with a hint of concern in his voice, making your heart melt. 

You shrug. “Kind of. And I’m really sorry for texting you so late- or, early? I didn’t really have anyone else to text.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Joel waves it off. “I liked it, having someone to talk to even for a bit. I’m always up past 2 doing paperwork and ordering feed and all that shit.”

“Good to know,” you grin, trying to hide the flustered expression on your face. You enter the barn, immediately walking up to the small Shetland pony’s stall. “Hey, buddy,” you coo, gently tracing the long stripe down his face. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

Joel chuckles, leaning next to you on the stall door. “That’s Orion. Rescued him along with the percheron, Amadeus, from an animal hoarder.”

“So you’ve had a rough time with humans, huh, bud?” You nod understandingly. “I get it.”

“Very. I get it too,” Joel says softly. “So. Let’s get to work, huh? I’m gonna show you the different feed mixes for each horse. Not sayin’ you’ll have to feed ‘em every time you’re working here. We’ll feed the horses then I’ll introduce you. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. It feels weird, being at a barn after so long of avoiding horses, y’know?” you sigh softly. “Is it too soon to say I have a good feeling about you and this barn? Like…I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels different.”

Joel nods knowingly, toying absentmindedly with Orion’s forelock. “Not at all. I get it,” he says understandingly. His eyes soften as he watches you interact with Orion, a slight faraway look on your face. “You doin’ okay, cowgirl?”

You nod, straightening up. “Yeah. Sorry. Just…zoned out.”

“No need to apologize,” Joel smiles softly. A tall cinnamon colored Tennessee Walker down the aisle kicks his stall door in impatience. “Let’s do this.”

In less than 20 minutes, the horses are fed and happily nickering into their feed buckets. Joel had written down the feed mixes for each individual horses with care and posted it on the wall so you didn’t have to memorize them right away. You can tell how much Joel Miller cares for his horses. 

“We can turn the horses out now.” Joel tosses you two halters, a purple nylon one and a teal rope one. “Think you can handle two horses at once?”

“Totally.” You sling the halters over your shoulder. 

“The rope halter is for Whiskey, the Tennessee Walker and the nylon is for Dottie, the Appaloosa mare. Stalls 5 and 6.”

In no time, you worked together to get all six horses out to the pasture. It’s picturesque, a large green field with a tall white fence surrounding the perimeter. It feels like a daydream watching the horses frolic aorund with eachother, enjoying their taste of freedom after being caged in a stall for the night. 

You and Joel sit on the lower bar of the fence, arms resting along the top piece with your head on top. Observing the horses’ behaviors carefully, you can see with the way the chestnut Quarter Horse gelding pins his ears and threatens any horse that gets close to his pile of hay that he’s top dog. The dominant horse, the leader.  A comfortable silence falls between you and Joel, as you both let out a collective sigh of relief as the stress of morning feeding washes off. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Joel sighs, breaking off the silence. 

“Gorgeous,” you agree, glancing over at Joel. His soft brown eyes are full of adoration for his horses.

He gestures towards the chestnut Quarter Horse. “That right there is Magnum. Total powerhouse. Used to be a ‘coon hunting horse.”

You giggle, staring over at Magnum’s solid build and shiny coat. “People still hunt for raccoons?”

Joel shrugs incredulously. “I guess. His owner gave him to me because he wasn’t getting enough attention. He was ridden twice a week and left to rot by himself in a field the rest of the time. He’s obviously dom, as you’ve probably noticed.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “I noticed. I can tell he has a strong personality, too.” You grin, looking over at Joel.

“Sure does,” Joel smiles back proudly. Your shared gaze lasts a little too long before you turn your head away, looking back at the horses and trying to hide the flustered expression on your face. 

Joel introduces you to the rest of the horses; Amadeus, the percheron, Dottie, the petite Appaloosa mare, and Arizona, the gorgeous flaxen-colored mustang/Arabian cross. 

“Say, have you eaten anything for breakfast yet?” Joel asks, holding out his hand to help you up from your perches on the fence. 

You’re sure this man is going to be the death of you. You shake your head sheepishly, gently grabbing his hand as you stand up. His grip is soft and warm, hands calloused from years of hard work. “Not really,” you say as you let go of his hand. “I was too nervous.”

“What, am I that scary to ya’, cowgirl?” He grins cheekily, nudging your shoulder playfully as you both walk back into the barn.

“Pfft,” you roll your eyes as you nudge him back. “No, not scared. Terrified.” You stick your tongue out at him. 

“Ha, ha, darlin’. Why don’t we go get some breakfast? Gotta fuel up before cleanin’ the stalls.”

You shrug. “Sure. Where were you thinking?”

“Home Grounds is a good coffee shop, good bakery stuff too,” Joel offers. 

“No fucking way,” your eyes widen in surprise. “I work there! How have I never seen you there?”

“You must not be on the clock when I go. I’m sure I’d remember a face like yours,” Joel says softly, then catches himself, clearing his throat. “Sorry, that was-”

“It’s fine,” you wave it off. “Let’s go. We can take your truck. Mine’s a little��messy right now.”

Joel chuckles. “Sure as hell can’t be as bad as mine.”

Soon, you’re driving with Joel to the coffee shop, Take On Me by A-ha playing quietly through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You smile widely, opening the window and resting your arm outside. 

“Me too,” Joel turns up the stereo. “You sing at all, cowgirl?”

You shake your head quickly, eyes wide in mock horror. “Not at all. Do you, cowboy?”

“A bit. I play a smidge of guitar, too,” he smirks. 

“Oh, really? I’m gonna have to hear some of these Joel Miller guitar skills sometime,” you grin.

Joel shakes his head, a smile growing on his face as he pulls into the coffee shop driveway. “Believe me, I hype up my skills wayyy too much.” He turns off the truck and quickly runs around to your side of the truck to open your door. Butterflies take off in your stomach as he does this. 

Hiding your flustered look, you deadpan him, eyes rolling. “Dude,” you grin, climbing out and he shuts the door behind you. 

“What?” He opens the coffee shop door for you too. “Momma always taught me to be a gentleman.”

“And my mom always taught me to never trust men,” you grin cheekily.

“I can change that,” he side eyes you. 

Trying to ignore his words, you wave at a coworker. “Hey, Jess!” You call to her, walking up to the counter. 

“Hey, girlie. Who’s that?” She asks slyly, eyeing Joel. “New boyfriend?”

“Uh, no,” you say quickly before Joel can hear. “I’m working for him. He owns a horse barn.”

“You’re back to horses?” Jess inquires, cocking a brow. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, okay?” You spin around to face Joel. “What are you getting?”

“Just a black coffee and blueberry muffin, but don’t worry, cowgirl. I gotchu.” He starts taking out his wallet but you playfully swat his arm.

“Don’t. Please. I get employee discount anyway.”

Joel sighs in defeat, holding up his hands in mock offense. “Fine. But I’m paying next time.”

Next time, next time, next time….

After you order, the black coffee for him and a cold brew for you, you go to put your card in the reader to notice Joel’s card is already there. “Joel!” You mutter, giving him a disapproving look. 

“Hey, I’m tryna be nice, okay?” He chuckles. 

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. Thanks, really.”

The atmosphere felt charged with an unspoken tension as you both sat at a small table by the window, the warm sunlight filtering in. Joel's eyes seemed to hold a certain depth, a familiarity that stirred something within you.

"So, tell me about yourself, cowgirl," Joel said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

You took a sip of your cold brew, gathering your thoughts. "There’s not a whole lot to tell. Well, there is, but not a lot I want to go into right now. I fell in love with horses after riding a pony at a fair, and it kind of exploded from there. I started off riding Western and doing gymkhanas, then switched over to hunter/jumpers. That was obviously a huge change. I exelled really quickly in that, but as you probably know, being the best doesn’t mean you’re treated the best. A lot of shit happened at those barns, and I quit when when I was 18. People called me selfish and self-absorbed for quitting, which is what i believed for awhile. But my mental health imrpoved a lot after quitting and I came to accept the fact that it was a good thing.”

Joel nodded, his expression understanding. "I get that. Sometimes life throws us curveballs, and we need to take a step back to reassess things."

"Yeah, exactly," you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding. "But now I'm back, and I'm hoping things will be different this time."

"I'm sure they will be," Joel said with a reassuring smile. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, cowgirl."

You felt heat creeping up your cheeks at his compliment, quickly taking another sip of your cold brew to hide your reaction. "Thanks, Joel. I appreciate that."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, covering everything from your favorite books to your shared love of old John Wayne western movies. With each passing moment, you found yourself becoming more and more drawn to Joel, his easygoing nature and genuine kindness pulling you in.

Before you knew it, your cups were empty, and it was time to head back to the barn. As you walked side by side with Joel, the familiar feeling of nervous excitement bubbled up inside you once again.

As soon as you walk back into the barn, he turns on a 70s playlist and tosses you a mucking fork. “Ready to muck some stalls, cowgirl?”

The music fills the barn with a nostalgic vibe as you take the mucking fork from Joel with a grin. "Born ready," you reply, matching his playful tone.

Together, you fall into a rhythm of cleaning the stalls, the repetitive motion oddly soothing as you work side by side. Joel hums along to the music, occasionally breaking out into a soft whistle that echoes through the barn.

As you work, you can't help but steal glances at Joel, admiring the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt with each movement. There's something comforting about his presence, a sense of safety and warmth that you haven't felt in a long time.

Before you know it, the stalls are clean, and the horses are happily munching on fresh hay. You wipe the sweat from your brow, feeling a sense of satisfaction at a job well done.

"Thanks for your help, cowgirl," Joel says, giving you a grateful smile as he leans against the stall door.

"No problem," you reply, returning his smile. "It was actually kind of fun."

Joel chuckles, pushing himself off the door. "Glad to hear it. You've got a talent for this, you know?"

You feel a swell of pride at his words, a sense of validation that you haven't felt in a long time. "Thanks, Joel. That means a lot coming from you."

He gives you a nod of appreciation before glancing at his watch. "Well, I hate to cut this short, but I've got some paperwork to take care of. Think you can handle things on your own for a bit?"

You nod confidently, eager to prove yourself. "Of course. I'll hold down the fort."

"Great," Joel says, giving you a pat on the shoulder. "I'll be back in a bit. And hey, if you need anything, just give me a shout."

With that, he disappears into the office, leaving you alone in the barn. You take a deep breath, feeling a surge of determination coursing through your veins.

You may have started the day with doubts and anxieties, but now, as you stand in the quiet of the barn surrounded by the gentle sounds of the horses, you feel a sense of purpose wash over you.

[luinhealthcare]

Hello lovely Lofty❤️

What would you say is the pros and cons of EMS work?? Or like, things you would say to someone looking to be an EMT?

I have a full time job I don't plan on leaving, but tbh learning about what you do and reading your stories has kind of put it on my heart and I was curious if volunteer EMT jobs are a thing. Like, getting all the training done and then volunteering when I can?

Idk, I was just curious if you had anything to say regarding this😅

I could probably google some of this info but if if you feel like answering it would be appreciated! I value your opinion❤️

Ok, give me just a sec—*SQUEALS excitedly into pillow*

Hello Anon! :D That’s so exciting to hear!! I’m glad you’d rather just do it volunteer, as career EMS pays very little (my nursing job is what keeps a roof over my head, not my EMS one lol), but nearly every agency in my area has volunteers so I imagine it’s the same for your area!

So general pros and cons for EMS:

Pros

Tight knit work crew - These people see some bad things together, and trauma bonding is a thing, so they tend to be pretty close and have a lot of fun together. A note of care, we all have dark senses of humor. It’s a natural coping mechanism for people, and it can make life really funny too. But generally, working with EMS providers is quite fun! There will probably also be things like banquets, cookouts, and other fun bonding activities!

Boo boo bus - Driving is one of my least favorite parts of the job, but it is very fun to drive the truck around with lights and sirens and have the power to stop traffic and go through a red light lol. Super dangerous, but very fun

Knowledge - You learn so much in EMS! Medicine and our understanding of diseases and injuries is constantly changing, so you’ll always learn something new if you keep up with your training. Speaking of which, your agency will provide training opportunities to help you grow!

Patient care - You’ll find that the majority of your calls aren’t actually emergencies, but when you can actually take care of someone who needs you, you’re gonna ride that adrenaline high for ages. I still remember calls from years ago where I actually made a difference in someone’s life, and it’s a thrilling feeling.

Shift style - We work in 12-24 hour blocks, which means you knock out your work week in 2-3 days. As a volunteer your hour requirement would be much less than 36, but you could knock out a 24 hour monthly requirement in a single day if you wanted. Also, depending on a few factors (day vs night shift, busyness of your run area), you could literally just be spending your time chilling between calls. Sometimes I bring video games to work and play the switch because we have so much downtime. At night we get paid to just sleep if nobody’s calling 911.

Cons

Management/staffing - Like most jobs, somehow we’re all cursed with idiots in charge. Obviously this is variable, but a general trend in EMS is to overwork its people and toss them out to sea before they sometimes feel ready. And also like most jobs, we’re perpetually short staffed and everyone gets stretched thin to make up for it. Luckily for you, this shouldn’t be as big a problem because volunteers are usually treated very well!

Patient care - It’s a pro but it’s a con too. 85% of your calls are going to be for things that people should have never called 911 for. Your big pretty Boo Boo Bus is mostly going to be an Uber. And it will get frustrating, and you will have frequent flyers, and some people are not kind at all. They’ll call for your help and then get pissed off at you for trying to help. Anyone who’s worked customer service can relate, I’m sure. You get trained to handle life and death emergencies and then instead you’re picking someone up for a cough they’ve had for three days and you’re wondering when you became their mother/father and have to take the baby to the doctor when they haven’t tried anything to take care of themselves at home or see a less urgent health facility. It will burn you out if you’re not careful.

TMI - Speaking of patient care, get ready to see people at their absolute lowest. Hoarder houses, maggots, abusive households, all that jazz. Another reason for trauma bonding with your coworkers! 👍🏻 (This won’t be the majority of your calls, but you’ll see them)

Physical strain - If you don’t take care of your body, this job will hurt you. I’ve thrown my back three times working EMS; there were times where I was hobbling around like an 83-year-old and I was 22. You’ll be lifting patients of every weight, you’re gonna be contorted in weird positions trying to splint someone, CPR is a cardio exercise in itself (lol), you will probably be sore after some calls like you just went to the gym. Also, we don’t take meal breaks - you eat when you can, and you will become a speed eater very quickly in this line of work.

Mental strain - You’re gonna learn a lot about yourself and others in this work. How do you cope with stress? You will watch people die, you will see suicides and shootings and stabbings, you will watch family hurt each other and grieve over lost loved ones. You will be on edge for the majority of your shift as you wait for the tones to drop, you will be stressed trying to find an address or navigate the road and make sure nobody gets into a wreck with you. Military and first responders are so alike because the stress level and distribution is quite similar - downtime with boredom gets interspersed with spikes of huge adrenaline rushes. Have good coping skills, have a strong support system, take care of yourself. 95% of the people I know on duty are in therapy to stay sane.

Overall, I adore EMS. If I could survive off EMS pay I’d work it full time and do nursing as a side gig for funsies lol. The majority of the work is fairly mundane, but when you get to make a difference boy do you get to make a difference. And you’ll have so many funny stories to share. And the people are awesome.

Hope this helps! :D

[velvetmel0n]

I Slithered Here From Eden; Prologue

Summary: The Embassy’s newest intern has a run in with everyone’s favorite Colonel

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: I haven’t written in like two years so enter at your own risk, idk man age gap??? Reader has graduated college and is like midish twenties, neither party wants to pine but oh well, the university girl and the colonel tag is becoming a fic

A/N: Consider this like a teaser trailer for the feature length fic coming soon to a screen near you......I’m putting my clown wig on as we speak

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You’re too focused on the files in front of you to notice his entrance, mind too full of manila folders and grainy photographs, trying to divine an organizational system that makes sense to more than just you from redacted words and red ink. Trying to make sense of how things work in this place where the green of the jungle and the humidity are each living, breathing things— so unlike the sleepy college town you’d been imported from, courtesy of the Embassy. Professional internship, they had called it. Your reward for all the sleepless nights over the years, studying into the small hours of the morning to graduate well within the top of your class, several minors and certificates tacked along behind your actual major because you wanted to be good. Wanted to save the world, wanted to weasel your way into international politics and diplomacy and communications because you thought that changing it from within, from the room where it happened, would be the best strategy. 

And you still do, but sometimes you wish saving the world came with better coffee. You don’t bother hiding the grimace as you gulp it down, too bitter and burnt for the cheap, breakroom creamer in the little plastic cups to really touch it but it’s still your second cup of the day and beggars can’t be choosers. In the short weeks since your arrival you had gotten used to the acrid taste, the way it liked to stick to your teeth. It seems to underscore your work in times like these, when it’s barely ten o’clock in the morning and you’re already frustrated, ran fifteen minutes late because you thought you could walk to the Embassy this morning, wanted to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city waking from its fitful sleep. You made three wrong turns before you’d admitted defeat and caught a taxi. 

But you had made it and you’re here now, engrossed in your work, lost to the outside world until a voice sounds from right in front of you, cutting through the din of the office because he’s actually addressing you in a voice you’ve never heard before. You can’t help the way you jump, heart tripping over itself and one of the papers in your hand slicing across the pad of your thumb, right down the middle.

“Colonel Carrillo,” Because you know who he is, had been given a run down on all the important players when your plane had landed so you’d be able to hit the ground running, wouldn’t have to wait for formal introductions that may never come. He looks the same as he did in the photo you were shown, right down to the uniform he’s wearing, but you’re seeing him in the flesh now, can see the true breadth of his shoulders and the way he seems to fill the whole room up. Can see the way the coworkers who’ve noticed keep sneaking glances from the corner of their eye, like they want to look but don’t want the full weight of his attention on them. 

Because it is a weight, thick and heavy and warm as it settles on your eyes, your skin. 

“What can I do for you?” You can feel heat rising up the back of your neck but you rally, proud when there’s no quaver in your voice despite the way you almost jumped out of your skin. This is what you do, after all. Your job. You did not come here just to shake like a leaf at the sight of Escobar’s own personal boogie man, the man you’ve been hearing stories about since you arrived. Mean, they say. Brutal. And you have half a mind to believe them, of course, because this is Colonel Horacio Carrillo. The one person in charge of the Search Bloc, the man leading the war on the ground.  

But his voice is soft as he speaks to you, so at odds with the harsh lines of his face, the set of his jaw. “Get these to Peña and Murphy,” No please, no thank you as he hands the small stack of files over, just the silent expectation that his orders will be fulfilled. 

His fingers are warm and rough as you take the files from him, skin brushing skin and for some reason that small touch, that one small feel of him, makes your breath catch and something dangerous prickle across your skin. You try not to think about it the same way you’re trying not to think about the blood that’s surely blooming on your thumb, the little ache that’s underscoring everything that’s happening, the throb underneath the skin. The same way you’re trying not to think about the heat that’s begun pooling low in your belly, the way the hair on the back of your neck is standing up because he hasn’t looked away from you once. Not once, and the realization makes it a little harder to breathe.

“I’ll make sure they get them,” You hope your smile is easy, if a little bland. Hope he can’t read anything else in the curve of your lips because the last thing you need is him. Older and meaner than you have any right to want. Dark in a way you can’t quite fathom yet, the kind of dark that justifies the means to an end everyone in this building wants to see. An end you want to see. 

He nods once, a simple dip of his chin and what might have been a murmured ‘thank you,’ and you don’t look at his shoulders as he walks away. You don’t look at how he moves, how people get out of his way long before he reaches them. He’s something quiet and seething and it shouldn’t make your mouth water, the latent power that you already know lies just beneath his skin. It shouldn’t make something low in your belly quiver, almost in time with the throbbing of your thumb. 

You swipe the blood way with your tongue, sucking on the cut until it stops its slow drip, taking care not to get any on the paperwork spread around you. It tastes like pennies and the coffee that had spilled over the rim of your cup when you’d walked back to your desk. It tastes like Carrillo’s name. 

You don’t see him for the rest of the week but you can’t keep him out of your head, his voice haunting you when it’s late at night and the air is warm and heavy, when the shadows can keep your secrets. You blame it on the fact that you’d never met someone like him before, never seen someone like him before— so big and solid with that scowl on his face.

 You don’t want to know what it says about you that he’s the one that you can’t stop thinking about, not Peña or even Murphy, or any of the other men at the Embassy you see on a semi-regular basis. You don’t want to know what it says about you that instead of wanting one of them, a good portion nice-enough-seeming and closer to your age bracket, you want the Colonel. 

You don’t know that he’s thinking about you either, so bright and soft he didn’t know what he was looking at, at first. You kept your word though, getting the files to Peña and Murphy as soon as you could, and he tells himself that's why he comes back to you when he needs something else. Why he keeps coming back until he learns your name, until you smile when you see him and start asking how his day is going. 

[nichestartrekkie0-0]

chapter 3 :)

Words: 2.3k

Rating: teen- language and duel/cryo-sleep stuff

(working on the Ao3 rn haha pls be nice idk what I'm doing)

Part Three, Hannah: Jedi Mind Tricks. 

Head swimming, she took a deep breath, her mind still pulsing with new information. It was like someone had put a tube into her brain and was pumping it full of facts– that were– apparently, true. 

He was a pacifist and ‘ushaan’di ev’ek’ did mean what her brain said it meant. 

Horrifying, really. 

She had accepted the fight because she knew he wouldn’t. 

Now, she wasn’t sure exactly what an Ushaan was other than a duel- but it was a fight. She was semi-good at those. 

Granted, they were always against other women– and usually spur-of-the-moment things— but no matter. She could win. 

She would win. 

For him. 

She paused. 

Right. Aliens. Weird politics of Secret Antarctica. 

She had forgotten her mission. Escape. 

Turning to the man, she asked, “Where am I? Who are you people? How the hell did you guys make a secret society on Earth? Where are we?” 

He froze. 

“You…don’t know where you are?”

“No. I had no idea aliens existed either!”

His face fell. 

“What.” 

“Dude!” She hissed, “For fucks sake it’s 2007! What the hell makes you think I'd be ready to relive ‘Alien vs. Predator’!?” 

“Excuse me, what?” He reached out to zip open her jacket. At the sight of the hospital robe, he sighed. “Oh. You’re psych ward patient- ok.” 

Hannah gaped up at him. “What?! No, I’m not! I woke up in a tube!? I went to bed in my apartment and woke up in Secret Antarctica!” 

He shook his head, about to say something, but was interrupted by the door flying open again. 

“Wait!” A voice cried, “She- She- just woke up! I need a medical team stat! She’s not supposed to be running for 36 hours after being thawed!”

Another woman, similar to the tall man, snapped, “Thawed?”

“Cryosleep!” The aide yelped, “She’s government property- experiment 2007!”

“I’m a what?!” Hannah looked up at the man again, this time afraid. 

“What…year is it?”

The man winced. Seemingly pitiful, he zipped up her jacket and nodded. “I’m so sorry. It’s 2242.” 

She sat down heavily. “Oh. Where am I?”

The man kneeled, swallowing heavily. “Andoria. It’s a planet allied with Earth.”

Her eyes welled up. 

2242. She’d been asleep for 235 years. Hannah couldn’t do statistics, but she could do basic math. 

235 years. Which meant everything she knew was gone. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that if she went back home there’s be no home left. Everyone and everything would be either in the ground or dust. 

The man then turned, “Rescind your claim. She is in no state to-”

“She was able to speak Andorii.” He snapped, “How?”

Quiet, the man paused. Then he said softly, “I felt The Beacon. Her mind and mine are bound. It makes sense that she’d know that. Conscious thoughts and things close to the surface are usually the first things shared.” 

Hannah eyed the man. 

“Mc’scuse me?” She chuckled, “What? I know alien now because…why?” 

He paused again. His eyes narrowed and he nodded curtly. “Your brain and my brain like each other. Aenar can send each other thoughts. You read my mind.”

Hannah gaped at him. 

“I’m a mind-reader! I can’t do that! I’m not magic, I-”

Please, relax. He said, not moving his lips. 

Tilting her head, she replied silently. 

We can talk in my head?

Yes. He winced, “Our heads. We share our minds now. Although, how much is up to our discretion. Parts of the bond are conscious, like the ability to telepathically talk.” 

She nodded slowly, leaning her back to the wall. “Ok…I’m on an alien planet full of aliens and I'm psychic, and I’m 235 years old. Cool.” 

She was not cool. She was 235 years old and cold. 

And scared. 

The calm that had taken hold of her vanished. Shaking, she put her head in her hands. “I…I think I’m going to pass out.”

In reality, she felt like she was going to puke. But in polite company, she assumed saying ‘I’m gonna yak’ was not appropriate. 

The man stepped forward and took off his coat, draping it around her. Warm and lined with something soft, it felt almost like a hug. 

“Hey.” He smiled slightly, “It’s going to be ok. I’ll sort this out.”

He tapped her on the shoulder three times and walked away, saying something sharply to the similarly dressed woman. 

Huffing, the woman approached Hannah. 

“I am Speaker Hemmer.” She said stiffly, “That was my son. What is your name, child?”

“Hannah.” She sniffed, “Hannah Sugi.” 

“Hana Sugii?” The Speaker’s lips curled into a smile. “Funny. That’s a term Aenar use. You humans call it ‘home sweet home’ we call it Hana-sugii.” 

“Oh?” 

Smugly, the Speaker offered her hand. “Yes, it’s…a good omen I think.” 

The aide, frantic, pushed forward. “EXCUSE ME!” She cried, “She needs a med team! Now!!” 

Rolling her eyes, the Speaker pulled Hannah up off of the floor and promised the aide that there would be an evaluation shortly. 

Hannah, however, was sizing up the Speaker. She was tall. Taller than the man, taller than anyone she’d ever met. She must have been over seven feet. 

“Holy shit-”

“I’m one of the Aenar.” She scoffed, “We’re tall.” 

“I see that.” Hannah sighed, “Can we…”

Her stomach rumbled. 

“Can we get something to eat?” She winced, “I’m starving. And cold.”

The Speaker nodded, “Yes. I suppose we have to feed you.”

This, somehow, made the aide gasp. As if Speaker Hemmer had suggested the moon was made out of cheese or that the Queen of England wasn’t real. 

“Hm?” Hannah eyed the aide. 

Speaker Hemmer sighed, “Aenar do not take meals with others often. However, since you have a bond with my son- I deem it necessary.” 

Speaker Hemmer’s son returned from the throng of people that had seemingly grown in only a few minutes. Everyone was chattering away, and the decorated people she had seen earlier were mysteriously gone. 

He shook his head. “The royal clan has neglected to rescind. She fights tomorrow.”

Speaker Hemmer snapped, “You can’t substitute?”

“No. Since she volunteered directly, I can’t take it for her.” 

Hannah’s brain fog cleared. 

“The duel? What is it? I know it’s a fight, but…” She trailed off. She had fought plenty of times in school and at parties- but never anything as formal as a ‘duel’. 

“Come.” Speaker Hemmer huffed, “We will discuss it over dinner.”

The pale man blanched. He was already pale, but all the slight blue tinge faded from his face.

“Mother, I-”

“Dinner.” She snapped, “Later.” 

He made an exasperated face but grumbled out his agreement. 

A whirlwind of clothes, papers, people, and some scolding later, Hannah was taken to a small house. It was cozy, but seemingly barren save for the necessities. 

“Sit.” Speaker Hemmer growled. 

Her son– who was also named Hemmer– sat down immediately. Hannah smiled painfully and followed suit. 

The table was small and low to the floor, like something she’d expect to see in Japan and not an alien world. The floor embraced her, soft and…heated?

She looked down. 

“The floor’s warm?”

Hemmer laughed a bit, “Yes. Heated floor. Have you never-”

“No!” 

Speaker Hemmer sat down in front of the two on the opposite side of the table. Her face was grim. 

“You’re bonded.” She sighed, pointing to Hannah, “And you’re going into a death duel tomorrow.”

Hannah choked. 

“Oh, it’s to the death?” 

Speaker Hemmer nodded, “Yes. I will prepare you. I only ask that you do not share what you have learned with any outsider.”

“Uh-”

“I’m going to psychically teach you a martial art. You’ll be on level ground tomorrow if you know Gev’chak’er.” 

“Psychic powers can do that?”

“Yes.” Speaker Hemmer smiled a bit. “Think of the brain like a computer; you can download information from others at your convenience. Although, usually one has to be psychic for this to work.” 

Suddenly, she turned away. Gritting her teeth, she spat, “You are the first Human to be bonded with one of us. This is new territory for us all.” 

“What is that?” Hannah asked, “The bond, the beacon?” 

Hemmer nudged her. 

“It’s… a psychic bond. A connection between two minds. Do you feel it?”

Something like a wave rolled over her mind. She reached instinctively for the back of her head- like someone had put a warm hand there. 

She touched the back of her head to find nothing. Hannah pulled her hand away and nodded. “My brain feels…full.”

“That’s normal.” Speaker Hemmer huffed, “It’ll go away soon.”

Another stomach grumble upset the quiet, and Hemmer put a hand to his mouth to stifle a chuckle. 

“Ama, can we please feed her? She’s going to pass out from hunger if not from shock.” 

Speaker Hemmer rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think I ordered something? It should be here soon. I shelled out the money for express delivery- be grateful.” 

In the dim kitchen light, Hannah looked over the two Aenar again. 

Speaker Hemmer’s long, braided white hair cascaded well down her back in some complex pattern, her clothes covered in similar twisting embroidery. Her antennae were covered by a small cap at the top, the little beads twirling in the light with a shake of her head. 

Hannah glanced over at the man beside her. 

Illuminated from behind, his hair almost looked like it was glowing. Held in a simple braid, it was almost laughably plain compared to his mother’s ornate pattern. Her nervous heartbeat slowed. 

She looked at him again, a little closer. The only jewelry he had was a plain chain necklace in the shape of a triangle. 

The symbol burned into her mind; she knew it somehow. Deep within her mind, something called out. Not as a cry, but as a deep and familiar call- like coming home. 

Something in the back of her head shifted again. A candle, a small flicker of life that was his.

 And his alone. 

His nose wrinkled. “What is it?”

She had been staring. 

“Oh! Nothing.” She shook her head, “Your necklace it’s-” 

She stopped. 

“Wait. You’re blind how do you-”

“Psychic vision.” Speaker Hemmer nodded sharply, “Aenar are psychic. Like we explained.” 

“Right.” Hannah smiled, “Psychic aliens. Cool.”

A knock sounded from the front door. 

Groaning, Speaker Hemmer rose to answer it, about as excited as a single adult at a screaming child’s birthday party. 

As she left, Hemmer leaned in. 

“You know, you’re taking this quite well.”

“Yeah.” Hannah scoffed, “Well, that’s because this isn’t the first time I’ve had my life destroyed and because your brain is force-feeding me information.” 

He fell silent as his mother returned with a few bags of food. She pressed a button on the side of the table and it opened to reveal a grill. 

Hannah smiled, “Huh. It’s like a Korean barbecue.” 

“Yes.” Speaker Hemmer smiled in return, “Andorians fry their food or eat communally- like soups or hot pots. We Aenar prefer our food cooked, and although I love my son I’d rather not eat out of the same bowl.” 

Hemmer let out an amused snort as he set the vegetables up only to have his hand smacked away when he reached for a yellow bag. 

“Niinef!” She stressed, pulling out the strips of meat. 

Hannah was about to ask what the deal was but then remembered something. It wasn’t like remembering her own life, it was different. She was looking at the memories of someone else. 

The details were fuzzy, but she got the point. 

He was a man. That meant ‘no touching meat’. Ever. 

It was a religious rule. 

At that thought, her blood turned to hot lead. She felt Hemmer reach out mentally, but she shut it down. She pushed him out of her head– as easy as pushing out an incoming tsunami wave with an oar– but she managed. 

She had survived her religion. Somehow. She wasn’t going to willingly join another. To her, God didn’t exist. Yet, God was inescapable. He either wasn’t there or didn't listen. 

Hannah didn’t know which was worse. 

As the meat grilled, Speaker Hemmer sighed, “I know you have questions.”

“I do.” She took a bite and tried not to melt into the carpet. It tasted like Korean barbecue. 

Focus, bitch. 

Shaking her head, she cleared her throat. “First off, why the tube? Why am I here?”

“I’m privy to classified information.” Speaker Hemmer took a bite, “However, no one knows why you were taken. Everyone who was involved in your experiment on Earth is long dead. There are very little paper records. We couldn’t wake you up because we didn’t know how to without killing you.”

“You keep saying ‘we’.” Hemmer scoffed, “You mean the Andorians.”

“We are Andorians.” Speaker Hemmer sighed, “We live on this planet too. It’s time we start participating.” 

Hemmer rolled his eyes and continued eating. 

“Great.” Hannah sighed, reaching a hand up to touch her face. She rubbed it absentmindedly before she realized something was missing. 

Gasping, she looked down at her bare hands. 

“My nails!” She cried, “Those fucks!” 

She had just gotten her nails done. It was twenty-five dollars- a criminal price for 2007. If her nails were gone that meant-

Hannah got up. 

“Excuse me. Nearest bathroom?”

Bewildered, Speaker Hemmer pointed down a hallway and opened her mouth to ask something, but Hannah was already inside. 

In the mirror, she peered at herself. 

No makeup. No lash extensions, or nails, or jewelry save for-

She reached down. Her navel piercing was still there. Good. 

Her bare face felt foreign to her. She hadn’t really been outside without makeup in years. Unless you count a run to Tesco or a hungover Denny’s trip. 

Makeup was safe. It meant she was free. She didn’t like the correlation between her cryo-imprisonment and having her makeup taken away. 

She eyed herself again. 

She was still tan, with an alright nose and blue-gray eyes. Her dyed blonde hair still looked fairly fresh. It had better, she’d just gotten…

Well. She had felt like she had just gotten it done.

[silvercaptain24]

It’s time to have fun and gush over your works! Post up to three scenes from your stories that you love and talk about them! :D

Idk that I have three because idk if I have more or less but i know for a fact that I have one-

His stomach muscles clenched again, and it was all he could do to keep down the contents of his stomach. Pain seemed to radiate from everywhere, starting at his leg-

His very much so broken leg. 

He avoided looking down, determined to get off this battlefield. The Captain was always the last one off, of course.

If only that meant he hadn’t been the only one around when the stalfos reformed.

He’d defeated it, but it’s club had hit his leg right before it died. And now he was stuck here.

Hot, wet, tears rolled down his cheeks, breath coming in pained gasps, arms trembling as he  tried fruitlessly to push himself off the ground. Muscles failed him again, and he hit the ground with a pained grunt. His whole body began to shake with sobs, it was so cold, it was so, so cold…

“Captain!” A voice shouted, and he cried out as he was turned over, leg getting jostled in the process. 

“It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re going to be alright, Link, I’m here now,” Fierce murmured, running a hand through sweat and blood soaked hair.

“H-hurts-” Link managed to gasp in between sobs.

“I know. I know, Link. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

Fierce kept one hand running through his hair, the action soothing even the smallest bit, while he looked over Link’s injuries. His touch was feather light as he examined the break, but every slight whisper of touch felt like fire on Link’s skin.

“P-please-” He sobbed, “please-”

“I know. I know. I’m sorry, Link, but I have to set the bone. It’s going to hurt.”

Tears slipped down his cheeks as he nodded, trying to brace himself for what was to come. 

He wasn’t prepared for the fire that lit up his veins, the absolute burning pain that blocked out everything else, the black spots that danced around his vision and took over until they began to clear, a hand wiping the tears from his cheek, while the other cheek rested on something cool and hard.

“It’s alright. It’s alright, Link. It’s over now. Let’s get you back to camp, okay?”

His hand reached out blindly, trying to grasp something, anything. A gentle hand took it, and he squeezed as hard as he could.

“D-don’t… Please don’t-t l-leave.” His voice trembled, wavering and weak with pain.

“I’m right here, Link. I’m right here.”

This Is from Levels of Importance and OH MY WORD????? HOW THE HECK DID I WRITE THAT????? IT STILL GIVES ME FEELS EVERY TIME I READ IT LIKE WHAT THE H E C K A A A A A A A AAAA. A A AA A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A H H H H H H H H H H

"There is absolutely no way that you fought the moon. How is that even possible?" Legend said to Time. Again. 

This was in absolutely no way a new conversation. Wars could practically recount how every second of it would go. In fact... 3...2...1.

"Most things that seem impossible are possible. You're the one that can turn into a painting." Time said, looking mildly amused.

But the moon!

"But the moon!" Legend protested.

Painting...

"Painting," Time countered.

"The freaking moon, Time!"

And... cue Twilight.

This one, because it always makes me laugh So. HArd. It's amazing. And Also Baker's favorite line that I've written XD

Time and Malon married. They moved out to the ranch Malon's family owned, with a standing offer for Warriors to visit whenever he wanted. Warriors himself moved after he got a new job working as a strategist. But some things never changed with time. And with time, some things began again.

"Wars?"

It was storming, a frightful, deafening thing that had woken him nearly an hour ago. He had gotten up only a few minutes ago, however, in search of water.

"Wars?"

He turned to see Mask, rubbing sleepy eyes and dragging a memorable blue scarf behind him.

"Hey, Sprite. What's up?"

"Couldn't sleep."

Thunder crashed, and Mask flinched.

Ah. That made sense. He was afraid of storms.

"Come here," Wars said, picking him up and draping the scarf around the younger boy like a blanket.

"Storm wake you up?"

Mask nodded, too keyed-up to be sleepy.

"Too loud?"

Again, Mask nodded. He wasn't one for speaking much, but that was alright. He trusted Warriors, finally, and that was what mattered.

"Have I ever told you the Legend of the Song of Storms?"

A shake of the head. A dramatic gasp.

"Well then, I should fix that! A long time ago, in a far away land..."

Legend of the Song of Storms. Ough, I love this entire fic, but the parallells in this scene????? Wars nearly quoting Time's words from the begininng of the fic? THE SCARF???????

[blnk338]

hi hello i am once again (this is the first time) asking for 831 content. like i KNOW you prolly can’t tell much because of like lore and trauma and stuff but like they’re so cooooool and i have a gigantic crush on ALL OF THEM AND REAPER USED TO BE SO HAPPYYYYY. do you have any plans on possibly giving lil sprinkle hints and stuff abt them throughout the story? bc like 3 of them are still alive and well and one is like. kidnapped 🤨 soooo idk i know reaper has some deep seeded trauma like every girlboss does but idk

i also don’t know if this ask makes any sense. i’m very eepy BUT no pressure to write or add anything i’m just genuinely curious. ANYWAYS i hope your week goes well!!! and pls stop eating shrimp bc we need them to fry the rice !!!!

fun fact I was actually going to make something for them so...

//drinking mentions

"Okay, so, it's gum, but it's natural." Tahoma tried, offering Izzie the packet. It was a sweltering summer in Austin and the two of them and the rest of the 831 were waiting outside the lines of parked taxis and Ubers rumbling, hidden from the heat. "No gum is natural--"

"Yeah, but it's not like you're going to eat it!" Izzie just shook her head and leaned further into the concrete wall, sipping her water like a drunkard at noon. Each and all of them had pretty much run out of water by that point, but Okazaki and her ever-growing intelligence snuck in another bottle in her bag, aptly saying "fuck TSA." Johnny was well and done with her, sighing as he popped another piece of gum into his mouth as Rigo groaned loudly, Nadya shoving him. "If you keep moaning someone's gonna think you're having sex."

"In this weather? I'm sweating enough as is."

"I thought you liked hot," Marisha quirked, pushing her lips out as she fanned herself with the collar of her shirt. "Yeah, but this shit's dry!"

"At least California has a beach-- all Austin has is a river you can't swim in." Angel wiped her forehead, rubbing her eyes in the process. She hadn't slept on the flight and, frankly, the nearly twenty hours of travel, she was ready to hit Phil's guest bedroom's mattress and sleep for an equal amount of time.

The doors wheezed open, Rosie stepping through with seven different water bottles in her arms, the rest of her team practically leaping at the chance to take one from her. Everyone thanked the woman with all of their heart, gulping down every drop, Nadya crushing the plastic bottle like a Four Loko, sighing in relief. As if right on queue, the massive black SUV that they were so familiar with pulled up and honked loudly.

Shades pulled down, bright American smile sparkling as the window rolled down, their captain's arm out his own window, patting the roof. "You folks need a lift?"

They piled and packed in like sardines, grateful for the ever-blasting AC that he cranked up to max. "Hope I didn't leave you guys out there for too long."

"No offense, Cap, but you were forty-three minutes late." Rigo tapped his wrist, his metaphorical watch clinking (he made the noises with his mouth). "Always so exact," Phil smiled, rolling up the windows as Achebe settled herself in the front, happy to get her own special seat while the rest of her team had to sit on top of each other (though none minded all that much, they were just happy to be out of the heat). "And that was thirty-eight minutes we sat outside when we could've been inside your house, in your pool-- oh, wait, did-- Nadder, did you order already?"

"What? Dude, we just got here, why would I have ordered?"

"Because I was talking about Lolo's and I thought we were on the same page." Phil grinned over the 2015 Summer Pop that played over the radio, cranking the volume. "Can't hear you two over the sound of Calvin Harris!" The rest of Nadya's and Rigo's unharmful argument over whether or not the former could predict the Californian's hunger was muted by "How Deep Is Your Love?" as the team was driven to the not-so-humble abode of Phillip Graves.

It was everything the sweaty brigade of military idiots needed; from a pool and green, green grass in his backyard, to a three-bedroom, fully airconditioned suburb-style house. As all of the group crammed in right behind Phil, his keys jingling as he unlocked the door, he chuckled, the group pushing through as he let them inside. The first time that they'd been over, there were kids' toys, drawings of crayon figures, and dozens of stacked apple sauce packs in the pantry. By the second trip, they were gone. There was a mutual agreement not to talk about it, but Graves' team still softened their blows on him.

But as the team made their way from the front entry to the living room, they stopped. Nadya was in the back of the group, rummaging through her backpack, bumping into the back of Navarro. "Shit-- why'd you..." But as she stepped around the massive woman, she stopped too, her jaw slacking. "... Dad?"

To be continued...

[deathly-sick-flowers]

No Sugar Part Two

got a notification on snapchat someone trying to add me. “bro it’s 3am go to bed why are you adding me” i joke to myself. some Melissa276 maybe a robot idk but you picked the right time to chat melissa. i accept and message ‘hey’. they are up and replying asking if i want to swap pics. what a joke, it’s free and i love cheap thrills. fuck it i have nothing to lose so i whip out my cock and try to get it hard. it ain’t happening. all the blood is in my brain with the coke and the beer doesn’t help. no blood and no stimulus means i ain’t getting it up. now i’m all bummed out so i do a bump and play some music. i start wondering if i could just add anyone on snap too maybe i could just talk to random fucking people. i type Hotgirl96 and laugh at the search results. does someone think this would actually work? well i’m a fucking loser so i’m going down this rabbit hole maybe i’ll land on someone real. it’s like this for hours it’s no use. i’m so wired i can’t sleep until real people wake up so i try those sketchy ads on porn sites looking for alleged Hot Singles In My Area. “fuck it” i beam alone. i got no job and no car or house payment. besides recycling cans i also get money from selling shit i find in my dad’s house or doing uber late at night when i’m jacked up on cocaine. after signing up with a credit card i start browsing through pictures of whores thinking “i just want some company”. i haven’t eaten in three days and some of those empty bottles on the table have piss in them cause i’m too lazy to get up. i don’t think they’ll mind but maybe for the smell i’ll finally dump them. i find some dark skinned asian girl and i just “good enough” out loud so i send a message. that turns into some chatting and pricing and a facetime to verify we’re real people. i got the funds so i send a few payments for pictures and eventually she brings up a threesome. she’s got a friend or coworker idk how whores live, but yeah sure fuck it i’ve never had one so i send another payment. i ask her if she does drugs she says she doesn’t even smoke weed. tells me they both like white wine so now i’m itching to make a store run. we settle for tomorrow night meet and fuck all night and i feel some sick sense of happiness. i have completely lost myself in my insanity and i don’t remember who i am. i’m going forward with this because i’m 36 and i don’t know what i’m doing with my life. two strangers in my house what could go wrong. does it make me feel like a gentleman that i took out the trash and poured out my piss bottles? i don’t want to ruin my streak so i decide to stay up another day without food. just gonna order the wine i don’t feel stable enough to kill someone on the road while trying to buy market wine for whores i chat with on my laptop. i’ve spent $700 on the Whore Package as i call it so, im in this. “i just want some company” i say out loud to myself in an empty home, bottle in my hand and a stench from my throat.

[writing-and-nutmeg]

Me after posting my writing online:

[harrysgoldenline]

can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!

[devildomditzy]

Lovesick Brothers Mini-Playlists

These will either heal you or hurt you so bad :^)

Lucifer

Cry - Carly Rae Jepsen

“You're king of the castle.

Whenever you're here, you know it feels right.

Don't need to worry. Don't need to move, I've got the spotlight.”

I’m Like A Lawyer The Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off - Fall Out Boy

“The best way to make it through with hearts and wrists in tact

is to realize two out of three ain't bad.”

I Want to Be Buried in Your Backyard - Nightmare of You

“Our hands touch unnoticed, pressed up against melting glass.

You're calling out my name as the air escapes.”

Mammon

Shadow - The Bleachers Ft. Carly Rae Jepsen

“And I know that they have hurt you,

and I know the love you gave feels cheap and used.

And I know it's getting harder, and I know the lights have all gone dark on you.

Still I will love your shadow.”

How Do I Tell A Girl I Want To Kiss Her - Modern Baseball

“She's on his mind day and night,

thinks he takes her for granted but to her surprise, he needs her more than she needs him.”

This Must Be My Exit - Oso Oso

“Oh, I'm the last pick of all your draft picks,

lining up my words so they're all cleverly crafted.

You could see right through”

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

“When we dance in my living room

To that silly '90s R&B.

When we have a drink or three

Always ends in a hazy shower scene”

Levi

Somewhere in Neverland - All Time Low

“Wendy run away with me. I know I sound crazy, don’t you see what you do to me?

I wanna be your lost boy, your last chance, a better reality.”

Two Is Better Than One - Boys Like Girls Ft. Taylor Swift

“I remember what you wore on the first day.

You came into my life and I thought, hey

you know this could be something.”

Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu - The Maine

“I lose my voice when I look at you.

Can't make a noise though I'm trying to,

Tell you all the right words.

Waiting on the right words.”

Asmo

Visions of Gideon - Sufjan Stevens

“I have loved you for the last time.

Is it a video? Is it a video?”

If I’m Lucky - State Champs

“Hello sunshine, what's your name today?

Well you look so graceful but I'm not faithful.

Do you really want to be with me?”

She’s A God - Neck Deep

“She's a god,

She's a freak like Madonna.

She's a god,

Carry me to nirvana.”

Mother Tongue - Bring Me The Horizon

“So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo".

Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know.

No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this.

So, I wanna hear your mother tongue.”

Satan

Falling In Love at a Coffee Shop - Landon Pigg

“I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much.

All of the while I never knew.”

Honeybee - Steam Powered Giraffee

“You didn't have to offer your hand,

cause since I've kissed it I am at your command;

But you did.”

I Love You, I Love You, It’s Disgusting - Broadside

“You rescued me when my mind was in a prison.

You set me free when no one else would listen.

Now I finally feel complete.”

Beel

Waiting in Vain - Covered by The Story So Far

“From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl

My heart says follow through.”

Can’t Stand It - Never Shout Never

“Baby, I love you, I never want to let you go.

The more I think about, the more I want to let you know,

That everything you do is super fucking cute,

and I can't stand that.”

IDK You Yet -Alexander 23

“Oh, tell me, are your eyes brown, blue, or green?

And do you like it with sugar and cream?

Or do you take it straight, oh, just like me?”

Belphie

Emily - From First to Last

“The winter coldens me for I have yet to sleep.

And never will I give up trying 'cause you're everything to me.”

When You Can’t asleep at Night - Of Mice & Men

“Miles away I can still feel you

lay your head down on my embrace.

Be not afraid to love me”

Quiet - Lights

“I could wait a thousand hours, stay the same in sun and showers,

pick apart a hundred flowers, just to be quiet.”

[l4verq]

sundays | b.b

bucky barnes x reader

in which you buy him furniture

warnings : fluff

fic : one shot

it was a joke at first.

horrified when you’d learned he slept on the floor, had one tv that would turn on three out of five tries, you’d bought him a rug right there in that little run down shop.

it was the fuzzy, plush kind that your body just sank into.

see this? it’s a rug, people use this to decorate their houses.

to which he’d rolled his eyes, i’m fine with how i’m living.

but he let you stuff it in his bag anyway.

send me a picture of it.

he lazily reached into his pockets, taking out a flip phone?

he’d snickered at your shocked expression as he waved it back and forth.

you were surp- no, you were just disturbed.

apalled. confused.

see this? you have to press these buttons to use it.

you’d flicked him off, rolling your suitcase around to leave.

it’d been two long weeks undercover and all you wanted was to get home to your bed.

that night bucky couldn’t sleep.

he couldn’t decide just where to place the rug.

maybe he should sleep on it? but it also looked nice at the doorway.

his phone chimes as he settles on sleeping on it.

ﾶﾶ did you place it??

oh wait you cant see the emojis

:D

emojis?

no, it’s hideous.

- bucky

he falls back on his pillow, hitting send.

the rug was pretty comfortable.

:( it’s not

and ur doing it again -.-

right, the name thing.

sorry, old habits

where was that damn colon.

:d

the next afternoon, he’s standing in front of a porcelain vase, floor covered in package filler.

it’s murky black with little ridged patterns running across.

why is an amazon prime

delivery at my house

:)

he sets it next to the tv, scarfing down a bowl of oats for lunch.

technically it was breakfast for him cause he just woke up.

but he can’t focus on watching tv cause something’s off.

it’s too empty, the vase.

so he reluctantly gets up, stares at it one more time before reaching for his jacket.

fishing out crumpled notes from his pockets, he counts them.

how much did flowers cost nowadays?

the gifts started coming in weekly.

fake plants, a hanging mirror, a frame with a picture of a cow dancing.

each time he’d come up to you with that same look on his face.

a baking tray? what am i going to do with that?

“bake?” you shrug, flaunting your sparkly acrylics at him, “pretty, right?”

after that one nasty brawl in romania, you’d been walking around with sad, ugly nails beds for far too long.

“we’re literally leaving for the quinjet in an hour,” he sighs, taking a seat next to you, “you’re gonna break them again.”

you pull your lower lip, “all i want is pretty nails.”

he pouts too, “life’s so hard, isn’t it?”

“you don’t know the pain i go through when i have to literally fish them out from the ground.”

he chortles, eyes wide.

“you mean, when you force me to look for them too?”

“that’s what friends. are. for.” you punctuate by poking his hand with your nail.

“we’re co-workers.” he gruffs, nodding to the pages sprawled on the table.

it was the day you two dreaded most, writing mission reports.

“i wrote most of it last time so it’s your turn now.” he slides over a pen.

“co-workers? i thought we were besties by now.” you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

“you’re not my bestie.” he rolls his eyes at the onset of just pure offense on your face.

“who is it then? sam? john?”

you knew just how to annoy him to the point raynor’s rules flew out the window.

but god were you endearing with that little smile peeking through.

“i’m a hundred and nine years old. i don’t have besties.”

of course you’d get him to say that godforsaken word twice in ten seconds.

and he saw it every sunday now, on a new delivery like clockwork.

when your sunshine’s (me) not around

- bestie xx

he grabs the exacto knife, he’d gotten specifially for opening said packages and slits through the taped sides.

it’s a bedside lamp, an old man sleeping soundly on the packaging.

he cracks into a smile, something he’d been doing every sunday recently.

setting it beside the rug, he looks around his apartment.

he could barely recognise it now.

it looked... homey?

“hey.”

it’s a slight pause before sam replies with a suspicious hey back.

“how’s.. your day?” he crumples his face in cringe, hand clenched over his forehead.

he hears a chuckle.

“what do you want?”

“why would you assume i’m calling you because i want something?”

“because this is the first time you’re calling me.”

okay, fair enough.

he slowly phrases his question, “hypothetically speaking, if i were to get something for someone, a woman, what should i get her?”

“what does y/n like?”

he furrows his brows, “how do you know it’s for her?”

“she’s been sending you furniture for two months now, i think it’s long overdue.”

“i don’t know what to get her.” he sighs, tilting his head back against the wall.

he’d tried but everything he thought you’d like just ended up in the spare room.

“maybe you don’t get her something, maybe you do something, put that apron to use.”

he rolls his eyes, “you’re not making any sense.”

sam has to physically hold in a tiny scream.

“i’m talking about a dinner date, you do know how to cook right?”

bucky frowns, “date? i’m not gonna ask her on a date.”

he’d never see a day without you teasing him if he ever asked you out.

“why?” sam asks, flatly.

bucky shrugs, “i don’t know, what if she says no.”

“well, have you tried asking?”

countless times but he’d always back out the last second.

kinda what he’s contemplating doing right now as his finger hovers over the send button.

did you have dinner?

it’s an agonising ten minutes before your reply pings.

it’s 11 in the morning!?

fuck, he just sounds like an idiot now.

haha i meant breakfast

he groans, sinking into his couch.

haha?

yea

also, you like the lamp?

he looks over at it propped up next to his sleeping... situation.

it looked perfect.

it clashes with the

walls

if only i knew your

house’s color palatte :(

i could describe it

his heart races as he types.

or you could come over

time seems to slow down as he waits for that ping!

why did he listen to sam? you probably think he’s stepping over the lines.

no, you’re probably crafting a sarcastic rejection right now and it-

like a date?

;)

no

super casual dinner

:(

ok...

he smiles at the little colon and bracket, how could two random symbols be so endearing.

-

a/n : idk how i feel about this one lol🥴🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Emergency Visits (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 4.5k+

Warning(s): SMUT! Oral (Reader recieving), fingering, penetration, fluff!!! (Cringe warning too)

A/N: HONESTLY, idk why i had the courage to write smut but I did. THE ORIGINAL ONE-SHOT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAVE SMUT LMFAO also yall know I am a sucker for crossovers SOOO the timelime for TFATWS is off in this because Frank Castle is in here and I wrote most of this before episode 5 <3 

Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Zemo need a place to lay low in while in the States and you're their most trusted person they know. What was not predicted was your vigilante friend needing medical help that same night. 

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You were a former Avenger. You were highly trained in combat but your purpose was to help any wounded comrade or citizen when you and the team were called in. The fighting days were pretty much over for you after the last battle with Thanos. You still used your medical knowledge to work at the different hospitals in New York City and helped Matt Murdock or Frank Castle with any wounds. Rarely you'd help with some vigilante work, but you rather sit out and keep to a less violent life.

You were mindless watching whatever Netflix suggested to you on a breezy night in your humble apartment in New York. It has been a rather boring few nights for you compared to more hectic ones, given your vigilante friends weren't getting as hurt as usual and didn't need discreet medical care.

Your cellphone ringing next to you snapped your attention away from your binging of a John Mulaney  stand up show (good choice Netflix). You looked at the caller idea and swore your heart fluttered ever so slightly.

James Buchanan Barnes was calling.

You had spent many months in Wakanda with him as Shuri worked tirelessly to get rid of Hydras grasp on his mind. Your main focus was learning new information on medicine but you always made sure to visit Bucky. You both got pretty close... Light touches, lingering hugs, and often staring at each other when the other wasn't looking became a commonality. It was obvious feelings of love were blossoming for you, but you weren't fully sure if he felt the same.

After the battle you both stayed in contact, but he decided to reside in D.C. while you laid roots back in the familiarity of New York. You both made sure to visit each when possible, but it had been about a month and a half since you last saw him.

"Hey, Buck." You smiled, answering his call. "It's been a few days, usually you make sure to call every other night. Are you okay?"

"I..." You heard him sigh, making you sit up straight.  "I need a favor, doll."

"Of course, you know I would do practically anything for you."

"That applies to me too right?" You heard Sam in the background, making you chuckle.

"Yes, it does Sam. How are you?"

"I've been better, these past few days have been rough but I'll let Stare-a-tron explain it to you." You heard a wack and an 'ow' come from Sam.

"So..." Bucky started but didn't continue.

"So...?"

"So, have you paid any attention to the news regarding Munich?"

"I have now connected the dots."

"What?"

"You broke a certain terrorist out of jail didn't you, James." You groan. When you saw the news about Zemo you couldn't possibly connect it to Buck and Sam, but with this call and a need of a favor instantly made you realize.

"Technically, (Y/N), he broke himself out."

"Do I need to slap some sense into you? He killed King  T'Chaka. He broke up the Avengers--"

"I know, I know." You heard him sigh. You listened in closer and heard some background traffic noise that sounded like the streets of New York. "Listen, we need a place to lay low for a bit in the States and your the only person I can one-hundred percent trust. I can't tell you more on the phone but please-"

"Yes, yes of course Buck. You guys, well minus Zemo, are welcomed here for whatever reason. Do you need me to text you the address?"

"Nah, we are actually about to enter your apartment building."

"Well hurry up so we can decide on take out." You chuckled and hung up the phone. You only had to wait a few minutes before you heard knocking at your door. Wasting no time you opened the door as fast as you can and practically tackle Bucky into a hug.

He chuckled gently, "I missed you too, doll."

You released him from your hold and grinned as Sam. "Come here Sam, I haven't seen you in a few months." You pulled him into a less dramatic but friendly hug.

"Good to see you too, (Y/N)." Sam and Buck made their way into the apartment leaving you faced to face with Zemo.

"Hello." You greeted, offering a differential handshake.

"Hello, (Y/N). I hope all is well." He accepted the short handshake and gave an equally differential smile before entering your apartment.

"Welcome to my humble abode, make yourselves at home here. I have two bedrooms so we better discuss sleeping arrangements-"

"Easy, I call dibs bunking with you while Wings and Zemo stay in your spare room." Bucky interrupted.

"Hold up, why can't you stay with creepy-magee? I'm sure you two would love to stare at each other." Sam argued.

"Because I called dibs, isn't that right Doll?"

"He did call dibs, Sam." You shrugged and laugh at his look of betrayal.

You heard Zemo start to speak but Sam beat him to it, "You don't get an opinion." Zemo simply put his hands up and surrendered while the other two kept arguing about the concept of dibs.

"Anyways I'll order some Chinese food and we can discuss why you three are here over dinner."

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Your mind was blown.

Bucky and Sam filled you in on Isaiah, the return of super soldiers, why they needed Zemo, and the issues they had with the New Captain America. You also almost chastised Bucky for missing his mandated therapy session but decided to keep eating your food and let him continue.

"Wow, that is fucking nuts. Super soldiers, huh?" You sigh. As much as you didn't want to, you had a feeling they would need your help with fighting. After all you fought along with the original Captain America, so you picked up ways to fight super soldiers.

"Yeah, after Madripoor we need to lay low. Hopefully no one spotted us." Sam said, starting to pick up his dishes. Everyone seemed to follow suit and you were about to speak again when you heard knocking at your door.

"Hey, can you take these  for me? I'll go answer the door." You slid your stuff towards Buck who looked at you worried.

"Do you want one of us to answer the door with you?"

"Nah I should be fine, it's probably Mrs. Espinoza looking for her sons cat." You waved him off, making your way to the door. You unlock your locks and crack open the door.

There stood Frank fucking Castle, covered in an obscene amount of blood while using  the wall for support.

"Hey..." He greeted with a hoarse voice and a weak attempt of a smile.

"Holy shit, Frank." You said barely above a whisper. "Fuck, can one you guys come here?!" You shouted, opening the door wider while taking one his arms over your shoulder.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?" Bucky looked at you and the blood soaked Punisher with bewilderment.

"I'll explain in a bit! Just help me take him to the couch. Sam go get my medical bag, it's in my closet in the room on the left! Zemo clear everyones stuff from the couch." You barked out orders while you and James carefully led Frank to the couch. When Zemo cleared it off and Sam came running out with your bag, you both laid him down on the couch.

With no hesitation you quickly wash your hands and prepare your equipment.

"Are you going to tell us what the hell is happening right now, (Y/N)?" Buck asked.

"I am also wondering why we have a beaten guy on your couch." Sam's face was full of worry.

You sigh and begin removing Franks clothes to look for any life threatening wounds. "This is the Punisher. If you haven't kept up with the more lower level news he is one of the vigilantes."

"That doesn't explain why he is here."

"I... I am friends with him and Daredevil. I patch them up so they can avoid the hospital." You see a bullet wound on his side, it was bad but it was manageable with an exit wound. "One of you hold him up so I can stitch his back."

Bucky immediately joined your side, using his enhanced strength to hold up Frank.

"You gonna introduce me to your friends here, (Y/N)?" Frank rasped. "I gotta know whose cold ass hand is touchin' me."

"I'll introduce you to them later, let me get you stable."

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After what felt like hours, you finished dressing a gash on his thigh. You peel of your bloodied gloves and get up from kneeling on the floor. You helped sit Frank up so he can get a good look at whose here.

"Frank, this is Sam Wilson and James Barnes. I worked and fought with them as an Avenger." You gesture to the two. You saw him eyeing Buck before giving you a knowing look. You both were friends after all, he knew of your feelings towards Bucky.

"Who's the guy in the pimp coat?" He grunted and gestured towards Zemo, who rolled his eyes.

"Baron Zemo. Escapee prisoner."

"Zemo? As in the guy who bombed the UN? Do you need me to-"

"No Frank, they need him alive." You chuckled.

"Well, it's good to put faces to names. Especially yours, James." Frank spoke, nudging you. "I'll get my spare clothes and rinse off the blood now, something tells me the guest room will be taken." You were going to protest but knew Frank was too stubborn to listen. The four of you watched him make his way to the guest room before closing the door.

"Oh so he knows about us but we don't know about him?" Sam arched a brow at you. Bucky stayed silent, clenching both his fists.

You sigh, "I am sorry for not telling you guys. I didn't keep my involvement with vigilantes away from you both on purpose, I promise."

"Can we trust the Punisher? Will everything be safe with all of us here?"

"You don't have to worry about me talking." Frank came out of the room in new clothes, using a damp towel to wipe his face. "(Y/N)'s stuck her neck out for me countless times. I owe it to her."

"If (Y/N) trusts you then we trust you."

"As much as I want to stay up, I think it is best we get some sleep. Tomorrow we can talk more." You stretch and yawn and everyone seemed to agree. Castle put a pillow on the couch and grabbed a spare blanket you had lying around.

"C'mon man you can have the bed. You look like you got the shit beaten out of you." Sam said.

"Nah it's fine. I'm a light sleeper. I can stay out here in case he," Castle pointed to Zemo, "tries somethin'."

"C'mon Buck, your rooming with me." You smile and grab his non-vibranium hand.

"I don't want to share a room with Zemo." Falcon groaned

"Bucky did call dibs after all."

You said goodnight to Sam, and gave Frank a quick hug goodnight before you and James went into your bedroom, a duffel bag in his hand.

James was feeling jealous. He didn't want to admit it but watching how friendly you were with Frank Castle made his feelings worse.  He could pick up the familiarity between the two of you and how easy you were able to talked to him. Frank was someone in your life Bucky didn't know existed.  How close were you to the Punisher?

Thoughts of you and Frank entered his head but he quickly tried to dismiss them. It made his chest ache just thinking about you and another man. Yeah, Buck was smitten with you. But the feelings of self-doubt and guilt always made it hard for him to confess. With the addition of Frank? Made it almost impossible.

"You can use the bathroom to change while I cahnge out here." Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He nodded silently, clenching his jaw, while entering the bathroom.

Your stare lingered at the door before you quickly put on a different set of comfortable clothes, discarding your previous clothes to the floor. You picked up on his sudden quietness and you hoped he wasnt truly mad at you. With a quiet sigh you slid under the blankets of your bed and waited for Bucky so you could get to bed. You and Bucky have shared the floor and bed before, and you were able to keep it together.

But after everything that has happened, after finally seeing him after almost two months, it made you feel nervous. You weren't sure if it was exhaustion or stress, but your feelings for Bucky suddenly felt overwhelming.

If that wasn't enough, you felt like your face was burning when he stepped out from the bathroom, wearing just his boxers and dogtags.

"I, uh, hope you don't mind. I found sleeping without a shirt easier to deal with nightmares. Helps cool me off."

"No, no. Don't worry at all Buck." You smile but it felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest. He smiled briefly before he turned out the lights, joining you in bed. You both laid on your sides, back facing back. You shut your eyes and try to focus on sleeping, but the image of shirtless, only in boxers James flooded your thoughts.

"Doll?" James voice cut through the silence.

"Y-yes, Buck?"

"Who... Who is Frank  to you?" He asked in a low, dejected tone. Your eyes snap open. What kind of question was that from him?

"What do you mean?" You roll to face him but his back was still towards you.

"Are you and Frank..." He paused, "just ignore it, nevermind."

"Bucky, face me." He didn't  respond. "Please, James." You heard him sigh but he complied, turning to face you. The subtle light from your window made it easier to see his handsome face in the dark. You gulped, trying to muster an ounce of courage to tell him these feelings you've held for him for years.

"Frank and I are strictly friends. Before he became the Punisher he had a wife and two kids who he loved dearly. They-they were killed in front of him. He loved his wife dearly and I don't think he is looking to start dating anytime soon." You sigh and things go silent for a moment.

You rested a hand on his cheek and scooch closer. "James, I... I really enjoy spending time with you. I enjoy your presence. After all that we have been through,  with getting the code words out your head to losing Steve... I want to be by your side no matter what." You felt tears prick your eyes.

"I feel the same way about you doll." James spoke, just above a whisper. "You help ground me and honestly you help keep me sane." His hand found its way above yours that was cupping his cheek. Gently he moved your hand to his lips. He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles before moving it over his heart. "I've felt this for a while and I never had much courage to say it before but... I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, James." You smile, a few happy tears managed to escape your eyes.

"C'mere." He helped move you close to him, pulling you into a deep hug. The chill of his vibranium arm caused goosebumps but the warmth of his other arm gave you comfort.

You wrap your arms around his bare torso and snuggled your face into his neck. God he smelt good. With a little courage coursing through you, you gave him a small kiss on the neck before giving him a little love bite, nothing that would bruise.

Bucky chuckled moving a part from you, just enough to get a full look at your face. Without saying anything he leaned in, his eyes hooded, placing his lips on yours. One of his hands found its way to your head while the other rested on your hip. You pushed your body closer to his, while gently dragging your nails across his back.

"Mm Doll." He mumbled against your lips. "I... I want to continue this with you if that's alright with you."

"Yes, Bucky." And in an instant after giving him the word, he maneuvered you onto your back while he hovered on top of you, his dogtags dangling down. He removed them from his body.

"Don't want those hitting your pretty face." He smiled and leaned in to kiss you once again, this time him slipped his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. His warm hand rested on your neck before he slowly dragged it down your chest and to the hem of your shirt. He messed with it a little, teasing to go underneath.  You whine a bit and arch your back as he kept messing with it.

"May I?" You simply nod in response. He pushed himself away from you and took the hem of your shirt, helping you remove it. The cold air hitting your now exposed chest made you shiver. "No bra? Naughty." He smirked.

"I'm not the one who came out only his his boxers."

"Touché." He tossed your shirt onto the ground and soaked in the view below him. The perfect lighting leaking through the blinds illuminated everything in just the right way. James licked his lips, "You are gorgeous, doll."

"You're pretty handsome yourself." You smile, which made him smile.

"Let me treat you like a goddess. Let me repay the favor." Without another word James attacked your neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking on the area. He continued leaving love marks from your neck down to your chest slowly. The sensation made you moan as tingles went through your body. You felt yourself getting wetter as he continued to leave hickies on your chest.

Bucky used his non-vibranium hand to cup your right breast, kneading it gently. Maintaining eye contact with you his leans his head down to your free breast before giving your raised nipple a quick lick. The feel made your body shake ever so slightly, making him smirk at the reaction. He did it again, although this time slower before latching on, using his tongue to swipe over the sensitive bump.

"Bucky-" You gasped. You felt heat slowly build in your core, not enough to have you screaming, but enough to feel pleasurable. "That feels so good." He continued giving your tender breasts and nipples attention, slowly building you up.

"Lets get these pajama shorts off." He sat up again, moving himself lower on the bed. He gripped the waistband of your shorts and began slowly removing them while you lifted your legs to help. Discarding them like your shirt, he tosses those articles of clothing to the floor. You were left with just your panties

His hands take your knees and help spread your legs farther a part, soaking in the view of your body spread out. His mouth found its place on your in thigh. He left small kissed, sometimes little bites, and he dragged his mouth closer and closer to your wet pussy. "I want to taste you doll, is that alright?"

"Y-yes Bucky, please." You begged, adjusting your hips ever so slightly. "I want to feel you more."

"As you wish." He smirked. Before he removes your panties he places soft kissed over the fabric covering your pussy. You stifle a moan, as he continued to tease you against the fabric. When he was done, he remove your underwear with ease.

"You are stunning, absolutely stunning." His hand found its way to your slit. He gently  brushed his fingers over your sensitive skin, making your body twitch ever so slightly. "You're so wet for me, already." His tongue slowly and softly dragged around your vagina and clit, the teasing is back on.

"A-Ah!" You quietly moaned, trying to keel your voice down. You moan again when you felt one metal finger enter slowly while his mouth latched to your clit. One of your hands reached down to grip his hair as he began to finger and play with your clitoris.

The pleasure had your curling your toes. You had to bite your lip to hold back from moaning loudly. You didn't feel like waking up the others.

Another finger entered as he started to speed up his motions, his tongue and mouth still on your clitoris.

"That feels so good." You said with an airy tone as he continued to work.

"You taste divine." His breath against your sensitive skin made you your thighs clamp around his head. The pleasure was building up and you felt like your were close to cumming.

"J-James, - oh god!" You kept your voice down but the work he is doing to your clit made it hard to stay quiet. "Fuck-"

James give your clit one last lick before sitting, removing his fingers in the process. He then licked his fingers clean as he stared down at your panting body. He could feel his cock wanting to be free from his boxers so he removed them, letting his large erection out. He watched you squirm as you awaited for his touch again.

"Do you want my dick inside you, doll?"

"Ye-yes please." You begged, wiggling your hips for him. "Please!"

"God your so hot." He leaned back over you, placing a sloppy kiss on your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips. Lining himself up to your entrance he looked to you. "Ready?"

"Yes!" He smiled, and slowly slide his cock inside you. You gasp as you feel him stretch you out, tears stinging your eyes. He stopped once he was fully in, letting you have a moment to get adjusted. "I don't know how I'll keep my voice down."

"Bury your face into my neck, I want to hear you moan my name."

You did what he suggested, you wrapped your arms around his torso while he used his vibranium arm to stay stable and his other arm around your head to keep himself close to you. His body was completely on top of yours.

"You can move now."

James slowly moved his hips away, almost entirely removing his cock from you except the tip before thrusting back in. Your moan was successful smothered by his body. He continued thrust himself inside your pussy, the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

"O-Oh James- yesyesyes," You mewl. "You feel so good." You heard him let out a husky groan in your ear.

"I love it when you say my name, (Y/N)." He whispered in your ear as he kept his pace. You continue to moan out his name, gripping him tight as his thrust got faster. "Fuck, your so tight."

"Shit- faster!" You begged and he obliged. "You're so good to me Bucky. You-you're perfect." You could feel his thrust starting to gst sloppy as you felt waves of pleasure course through your body.

"Baby you make me crazy." He moaned. You could feel his hand make its way down to your clit, and your body arches against his as he pressed down on the sensitive bud. He practically started pounding your pussy as he moaned in your ear.

"James I'm gonna- I'm so close!" You cry out as the the feeling kept building.

"Do it, cum for me."

It was like everything in your body started shake as the pressure finally snaps in your core. You bury your face into his chest and moan his name as blinding, white hot pleasure filled your being. Your walls tighten around his cock  and you feel him start to tense.

His thrusts became harder before he finally released his thick cum inside of you before collapse onto of you, panting. Both of you were sweaty and breathing hard, but neither of you moved. The feeling of his cock inside you, twitching, was extremely hot.

"You're amazing, (Y/N)." He grinned, making you smiled.

"You're the best damn thing in my life, James."

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You woke up naked the next morning, curled up to an equally naked, sleeping Bucky. You smiled, remembering last nights confession and everything after that. You watch him sleep for a moment before deciding to slip out of bed to make everyone breakfast. You throw on the pajamas you wore before hand and quietly leave the room.

You close the door as quietly as and turned around, only to see Frank sitting at the table reading a magazine you had lying around.

"Oh good morning Frank." You smiled and walked past him, hoping he wouldn't notice anything. "I'm gonna make some breakfast for everyone."

"Morning, (Y/N)." He grunted. "Sleep well?"

You almost choked on air, "Yes, I did. How about you?"

"Oh you know, the couch is alright but I am a light sleeper remember? I kept hearing weird noises through the night. " Your face felt on fire as you turned to face him. He wore a smug smirk on his face. "Got something on your neck there."

You rush to grab your phone and look in the camera. Low and behold, hickies were left on your neck. "Shit."

Frank snorted, "So you finally got with your crush, huh?"

"Oh shut it you grump."

"I'm just teasing you. You know I'm happy for you, (Y/N)."

"Thanks, Frank."

Frank decided to help you with breakfast, taking on making bacon and sausage while you attended to making pancakes. And sure enough the rest of the people in the apartment came out.

"They're gonna see them. "

"I know, I am bracing myself for Sam's teasing." You sigh. You go and place the plate  pancakes you made on the table while Frank placed the bacon and sausage he made.

"G'morning, doll. I missed ya in the morning." Bucky approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I wanted you to wake up to some breakfast." You grinned and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Did you finally confess your feelings?" You heard Sam. "I gotta get ahold of Tic Tac and Clint they owe- what the hell is on your neck (Y/N), is that what I think it is?" He groaned and sat at the table, everyone taking their spots.

"Hickies are messages on the body that can show ones presence on another-" Zemo spoke but was cut off by Sam.

"I do not want to know, Zemo. Lets just eat."

Breakfast was great. You were surprised Frank got along with the others, though it did take some talking to by Sam to break him out of his shell. You also could have sworn Buck and Frank had a stare down at one point but were both laughing and smiling.

You take hold of Bucks hand that was on the table and give it a light squeeze, smiling at him while he smiled back. Life was pleasant even after these emergency visits.

[bubblyhoney]

can i request a fic where sapnap takes the reader to his hometown? like the classic going to places he went to when he was younger. maybe playgrounds and ice cream shops idk

places i used to go

warnings: language of course, an allusion to virginap, my uneducated guess of what sapnap was like in highschool, tiny detail of long haired!sapnap, singular canon detail of underage drinking, jokish about marriage

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

words: 2191

A/N: you are a god, anon. i love comfy and nostalgic fics like these and it was so fun to write. if you hate it dont tell me but if you like it lemme know akskdjd

inbox/requests: open

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The wind whips fast on your bare fingers, cool and quick and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blink in the haze of the early sunset, head lolled to the side of the headrest. It feels good.

“That’s where I went to high school.” Sapnap interrupts your thoughts and points a finger at a collection of tall brick buildings down a side street. The silver of the lettering is dull, but you can still feel the nostalgia.

“And you’re about to see the park that me and my friends used to hang out at after work and—actually, nevermind.” His arm drops to the middle console and he looks straight ahead with slightly pinker cheeks.

“Do what?” You ask, voice all sweet, and a grin grows on your face. You turn towards him and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Nothing. Homework.” He avoids your eye contact and hikes his hand up higher on the steering wheel. “Anyways— Do you want to get some food before we head out? I know a great place.”

You two were just coming to a close on your little trip to visit his family; it was his step-mom’s birthday and you decided to make a week of it. It was your first long-term trip with Sapnap, and also your first time meeting his dad’s side of the family. You were proud to say she loved you. His little sister took a little more effort to talk to you of her own volition, but soon enough she was on your side.

You have a couple hours to kill before making your flight back home, so Sapnap has taken it upon himself to give you a quick tour of his hometown.

“Yeah,” you decide, bottom lip popped out. “Can we get ice cream after?”

“Uh, duh.” The Neighbourhood’s Stargazing starts through the speakers and he reaches to turn it down. “I’m so ready to get home and sleep.” He stretches his neck in his seat, letting out an uncharacteristically inappropriate grunt when his bones pop. You make a disgusted face, nose wrinkling, but stretch your own back, slumping down in the seat. The day had been full of packing up and this horrible hike his dad liked to do early in the mornings, so you two were pretty beat.

“Okay, we’re here,” he announces three sleepy minutes later in his best attempt at a whisper. Lifting your head off of the corner of your seat, you blink in the setting sunlight as a yawn splits your face. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and struggle to get your seatbelt off in that post-nap haze. You’d barely been asleep for thirty seconds, damn it. The air is a swampy heat when you step out of the car onto rocky gravel and nearly twist your ankle climbing over the curb. Sapnap catches you by the lower back, trying to hide his laugh but failing miserably. You slide him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder as hard as you can manage while limping towards the front entrance.

The door jingles when you two breach the doorway, alerting a bored-looking hostess that the circus has arrived. She looks at Sapnap a second longer than she should, eyebrows screwed together in silent confusion. But she leads the two of you to a booth near a large window, handing you sticky menus and promptly fucking right off to the host station. She nearly runs.

“Do you know her?” You ask, inconspicuously hiding your face in the search for their 24/7 breakfast menu. You feel his eyes on you.

“Don’t think so.” He leans on one elbow and slides his phone out of his jeans’ pocket. In the 25 seconds it takes for you to find their french toast and sides menu, he has browsed and closed his phone with an animatedly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You give him a weird look and put down the menu.

“I totally went to homecoming with that girl.” He eyes the hostess. You glance over at her again, meeting her gaze, and offer a polite smile. She turns away quickly, eyes wide.

“She’s cute,” you say, voice high and fake, and he drums his fingers on the tabletop as an amused look makes its way onto his face.

“Are you—?”

“What?” You reply right back.

“Nothing.”

Thank God the server comes up to your table then and starts asking for drink orders, or else you’d have to admit (sheepishly) you were a tiny eensy-weensy bit annoyed. Only a tad. But after requesting a Dr. Pepper and a water the conversation surrounding the nervous-looking hostess dies.

“I’m so hungry I think I feel my stomach shrinking.” You flop your head onto your arm on the table top and make a whiny noise into the stack of napkins your server left at the table. Sapnap rubs his thumb into the side of your forearm, touch warm and nearly dissolving the pangs of hunger and jealousy.

“You weren’t hungry an hour ago.” He lifts your hand to his face and plants a kiss on the back of it. Oh, pulling out the big guns, huh? “I would have made you something.”

You tilt onto your chin, pouting, and stare up at his cute face. His cute, scruffy, perfectly-kissable face.

“I think I got hungry staring at you for half an hour.” A mischievous grin grows on your previously-petulant face and he just shakes his head.

“I do have that effect,” he admits with cockiness in his tone, lifting his eyebrows and leaning back into the booth with his lips pursed.

The server returns with two glasses and takes your food orders onto their little yellow notepad. You chug the water down when they leave for the kitchen, getting your lap and chin thoroughly wet in the process. Sapnap just snorts at you and shoves the napkins your way.

“So,” you start, patting dry your jeans. “tell me what you were like in high school.” You cross your arms and settle into the booth, smirk on your lips.

“What I was like?” He parrots, sipping at his soda, looking thoughtful. “Firstly, a virgin.” You make a noise. Duh. Dude had a buzz cut his junior year. (You’ve seen the pictures. His step-mom particularly likes them.) “Secondly, I was actually— well, I wasn’t popular, but I had a lot of friends. We were all semi-athletic lonely band kids but we had fun. Had one girlfriend senior year but she went to Cal Tech in the fall and I didn’t. I, um, worked at a Dairy Queen in the summers and gained so much weight I had to lose all over again for Unified Track.”

“Relatable,” you comment, drinking noisily at your water. He fiddles with the paper straw wrapper and crunches it up into a ball. It goes soaring into your drink with a quiet “Kobe” and you just give him a look. He smiles toothily right back at you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to listen to your story.”

“Oh, my bad,” he mocks. “Anyways. That’s what I was like in highschool.” You fish the paper ball out of your water and flick it wetly at his arm. It sticks and you choke on a laugh, cheeks puffed.

Two plates of warm food are set down loudly onto the table and you thank the server with a surprised smile, Sapnap mirroring you.

Two minutes of wordless chewing passes, minds occupied just by “food, me eat” instead of anything related to your previous conversation. You realize that Sapnap is one of the loudest chewers ever, and he realizes that you fail to notice the streak of maple syrup in your hair.

“C’mere,” he mumbles through a mouthful of omelet and hash browns and beckons you with his hand. You lean closer, chewing slowly, as he pats a napkin at the strands of hair trapped in syrup.

“Thanks, baby.” You take the napkin from him and pause your assault of the warm french toast before you to clean the sticky sugar out of your hair. He just watches you, half of a smile on his lips.

You two finish your food in record time. It’s borderline vacuum-like. There’s a short grace period where you just sit like two lazy cats, slumped down in the booth and holding your full stomachs. But the check comes soon after, and you both pay your way and are out of the restaurant without any mad dashes for the bathroom. A miracle, really, because of the American-like amount of butter you both consume.

“I’m a much more functional person now,” you mutter into the cotton of his shoulder, swinging your hand in his. He just hums in agreement.

“I guess we’re not getting ice cream, then,” he teases, and you just groan in response.

“I don’t feel like having diarrhea on a plane, unfortunately.” You sigh heavily when you have to split and get into your respective sides of the rental car.

The entire trip (somewhat roundabout because of the amount of side quests to show you things from his childhood) to the airport Sapnap is a chatterbox. He’s like this when he has sugar: either bouncing off the walls with energy or talking your ear off.

“That’s where my dad proposed to my step-mom. I was kinda young but I remember being surprised at how big the ring was— dude broke the bank for her.” It’s a little gazebo you catch a glimpse of through the trees in a park. It probably was an incredibly picturesque moment, and you can sense how much she must have loved it. With just meeting them this weekend, you can already see how much love those two have for each other.

You hope people can see how much you love Sapnap.

“Oh my God, it’s still there.” He points out the side of your window to what looks like a Dairy Queen that has been through World War 3. “My buddy Eric and I once spilled a gallon of that liquid ice-cream-shit all over the men’s bathroom.”

You shoot him a horrified look. “Why was it in the bathroom?”

He just smirks.

“—And that’s my Uncle Ron’s house. Had my first beer there.”

“And last, hopefully,” you add, pulling a disgusted face. The two story bungalow is cute, and one of your favorite colors: olive green. “That shit is nasty.”

He just shrugs and continues down the side street.

“Is this the park you were talking about?”

He pulls into the gravelly parking lot of a small clearing of tall trees, a picnic table and campfire sat squat in the middle. But he doesn’t respond, just turning the car off and climbing out. He reaches the passenger door without speaking, and opens it for you. You climb carefully out, confused.

“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts for a small path to the left of the picnic table. The mid-sunset shade envelopes the both of you.

“I hope this isn’t where you kill me.”

“No,” he snorts. “I just wanted to show you something.”

It’s just a few moments of stumbling through the damp underbrush before you’re coming face to face with a small, mossy pond that sits right underneath an incredibly old willow tree. He stops right on the edge of the rocky path and turns toward you.

“This your make out spot?” You ask between a grin as he snakes an arm around your waist and tugs you flush to him. Your innocent smile fades when you feel the press of his lips to the side of your neck, light and ticklish. Oh.

“No,” he murmurs, and just breathes you in. “I came here once—the night before I graduated highschool. And I told myself when I really really loved someone I’d take them here with me.” He sways with you in his grasp, a gentle and song-less dance.

You grip his shoulder tighter in your hand and lean into him.

“That’s— awfully romantic, huh?” Your voice is quiet. Almost nervous. He just makes a noise of agreement.

“So here we are.” His voice is the opposite of yours, all strong and confident.

You two just move together for a moment. The sun breaks through the tree canopy, shining bright orange down onto the glassy surface of the pond. Crickets and frogs chirp back and forth as the willow vines swing in a cool evening breeze. You watch nature come alive around you, suddenly grateful for the man in your arms.

“Don’t propose,” you whisper, breaking the gentle tension. A laugh breaks the silence and he’s pulling away to look at you. Maybe in disbelief. A strand of hair falls into his eyes and you brush it away, fingers stilling on his temple and sliding down onto his cheek. Stubble scrapes against the skin of your palm and he stares at you through those meadow eyes.

You realize in that moment that he is exactly himself. Of course he is. He’s Sapnap, and everything that encompasses that. Dark and light and fiery and cool. He always has been, and always will be.

You realize you wouldn’t mind if he proposed.

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A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. let me know what you think

[dootdootwriting]

playing with diluc’s hair? can be literally anything but a prompt if needed. diluc overworks himself for weeks on end and his s/o demands him to rest, meaning taking a bath, eating an actual meal, just relaxing with one another.

Ur brain? Gigantic. I was gonna do these in chronological order but then i remembered i had this one so you get to skip the line bc this req itches the brain

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Format: written (but i did a good job on it this time i swear) Characters: Diluc Pronouns used: none Type: so much fluff, comfort Warnings: he gets in the bath so??? Idk if that merits a warning or not

DILUC had not come out of his study to do anything more than eat or use the bathroom in weeks. In fact, now that you thought about it, the most time you’d spent together this month was during the night, when he’d give you a kiss and then sleep next to you.

You knew he wasn’t avoiding you on purpose; Dawn Winery’s sales had gone up a surprising amount this month, so he had extra paperwork. He’d told you that at the end of it he’d take you out for the weekend and leave work for when you got back, but at this rate, you were worried about whether that would happen at all.

But more so you were worried about his health.

Being locked up next to stacks of parchment all day should be find every once in a while, but it certainly couldn't be healthy for every day in a month. Diluc would come out to eat, but it was always rushed, and he would complain about not being able to savor the food before immediately retreating to his work once again.

So, today, you would intervene.

”Diluc, this is an intervention,” you announced, slamming the door to his study open and planting your hands on his desk. A few papers fell off the desk onto the floor. “You’ve been working nonstop for weeks now. I’m abducting you. You’re going to eat dinner, and you’re going to take a bath. And then you’re going to sleep at a reasonable hour.”

”What? That last part was unnecessary. I go to bed at a reasonable hour every night.”

”You go to bed at three in the morning. This is not a reasonable hour. Look, you’ve got huge bags under your eyes. Please just let me take care of you.”

Diluc smiled softly at you and put down his pen. “Very well, I suppose I’ve gotten through enough work at this point to merit a small break. But I’m going back to it in the morning.”

”Deal.”

It wasn’t hard to get him to eat. You’d spent the morning poring over Dawn Winery’s cookbooks looking for a suitable meal, and the afternoon preparing it. The result was possibly some of the most delicious food you’d ever made, though you supposed you could also credit the cook’s help for that.

”Okay,” you said once you’d both finished, “bath time. I had the maids prepare some extra warm water and we’re finally going to use that fancy soap that just sits there all the time.”

”Is this necessary?”

”You smell like you haven’t bathed in weeks, which might as well be true because I definitely haven’t seen you do it. Bath. Time.”

”If you say so,” Diluc said, and allowed you to lead him to the bathroom.

The bathroom smelled fantastic. As it turned out, the fancy soap you’d had no use for was extremely helpful in operation Relax Mr Workaholic. He sighed as he slid into the water and then didn’t move. If you didn’t know any better, you might think he was taking a nap.

”Okay if i wash your hair for you?”

”Only if you want to,” was his reply, so you picked up a small cup and began.

Your fingers running themselves through his hair paired with the smells of the soap proved to be supremely relaxing, and before you knew it, Diluc actually was asleep, his breath gently moving the bubbles across the surface of the water. Your hands stopped rinsing his hair, and instead moved to poke his face gently.

”Hey, no sleeping yet, you have to actually get into bed first.”

”Hm? Oh. I fell asleep. Yes, that makes sense. The bath is... not an ideal place to spend the night.”

You laughed lightly and helped him dry his hair. The bedroom was not far away, so it wasn’t too much of a burden for Diluc to lean on you for most of the way there. And you knew your efforts had payed off when Diluc whispered a quiet “thank you,” before kissing you on the forehead and falling asleep, at a reasonable hour for once.

[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: three years later and yoongi is still very much in love with y/n

according to my period tracking app i’m due in four days so that explains why i felt the sudden urge to sit down and write this 

also i had to go back and read the wedding drabble to double-check a minor detail and.,,.., barfs i am so sorry for all of the ceo!drabbles the writing is so tragic 

i hope u enjoy this small product of my sappiness <3 

➺ pairing; ceo!yoongi x y/n  

➺ genre; idk just very sappy and gooey and if ur a ceo!couple stan ur going to love this 

➺ wordcount; 1.4k

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the first thing yoongi finds especially odd when he steps into the penthouse is the fact that it’s a little too quiet for his liking

he purses his lips as he shuts the door behind him, blindly turning the lock with a quiet click as he looks around

sure, it’s almost midnight, but you’re usually tinkering around in the kitchen for a snack or watching netflix on the couch whenever he comes home late... so where are you now? 

he’s about to call out for you when he suddenly remembers that hwayoung’s definitely fast asleep by this hour and that you’d murder him in cold blood if he accidentally woke her up and ruined her sleeping schedule (she gets very grouchy when she’s not following a set schedule - and yoongi knows her sour morning attitude was probably inherited from him but he sleeps more peacefully at night thinking that it’s because of one of your genes) 

yoongi places his keys on the top of the shoe cabinet quietly before reaching down to yank his laces loose

“woah.” he holds his hands out to keep himself steady after he stands up too quickly and his head starts to spin and he starts to see double 

oof 

maybe he should’ve slowed down with the wine at dinner

it’s not his fault he’s so weak for a good red!

“shower time, showah time…” yoongi murmurs to himself as he makes his way up the spiral staircase, gripping onto the railings tightly so that he doesn’t slip on his way up, “would you like to join me? wanna come with? lemme soap you up, girl-” he slurs, smiling cheekily to himself at the possibility of being able to run his hands all over your body in a few short minutes

he gives himself a high five when he makes it to the top of the staircase successfully, wobbling for a split second before nodding to himself and giving himself a mental pat on the back  

B-)

nice

the warm light coming from the crack in the door leaks into the hallway and yoongi shuffles towards it like a moth towards a flame, reaching up to fumble at his tie with boneless fingers-

oh

yoongi immediately freezes once he reaches the door, his heart skipping a beat in his chest when he catches a glimpse of you wearing your wedding dress through the crack

he watches curiously as you smooth your hand over the neckline before turning from side to side to look at yourself in the mirror

he wasn’t expecting to see this when he came up here but he’s definitely not complaining 

yoongi presses his hand against the door frame to keep himself from accidentally stumbling in and scaring you and ruining what seems to be a private moment 

it’s just that seeing you in your dress again is triggering a sudden flood of memories of your guys’ wedding day into his mind and it’s making his heart feel all funny (it’s actually just heartburn from the wagyu steak he wolfed down earlier) 

the corners of yoongi’s mouth immediately raise in a fond smile at the recollection of you staring up at him with so much love in your eyes as he slid the silver ring onto your finger 

it was a beautiful ceremony

the food was great

the champagne was fabulous

the after-party was super fun 

the after-after party where it was just you and him alone was definitely fun as well 

he can still recall the scent of you all over him when he woke up the next morning 

and obviously the honeymoon was great - who doesn’t like paris?! 

not to mention, you still look just as beautiful as you did on the day the two of you said i do

maybe it’s just because the alcohol is making him feel all goopy inside but he wants to be a part of whatever moment you’re having!!! 

“i’m pretty sure it’s bad luck for me to see you in your wedding dress before the wedding, darling.” yoongi pushes the door open with a creak and takes his bottom lip in between his teeth to keep himself from smiling too widely, “want me to close my eyes?”

“yoongi!” you gasp, pulling your veil up and over your head as you spin around quickly, “god, i don’t understand how your footsteps are so quiet- i really think i should put a bell on you or something-”

“what are you doing?” yoongi interrupts, tilting his head curiously as he offers you a soft smile, “hopefully not wearing your dress so you can run off and marry someone else.”

“no, obviously not-” you snort, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, “i was doing some cleaning earlier and i found the box and… i don’t know, i wanted to see if i could still fit into it and… well-” you sigh, turning back around to look at yourself in the mirror before flopping your arms down in defeat, “it doesn’t zip all the way up anymore.”

“to be fair, you’ve given birth to a child since our wedding.” yoongi raises a brow, glancing down at the zipper that’s stuck halfway up your back, “even if you didn’t fit into it at all it would still be totally fine-”

“yeah, but i had to suck in a lot just to get the stupid zipper up halfway-!” you whine quietly, pouting at yourself in the mirror before gesturing to your chest, “one sneeze and my boobs are going to pop out-”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to that-”

“you know, maybe i should’ve had spanx embedded into the dress instead of it being 100% silk because silk is not a very forgiving material-”

“oh, baby…” yoongi chuckles, slinking his arms around you from behind before leaning down to prop his chin up on your shoulder, “don’t be so hard on yourself! your body literally made a human being- forgive it if it can’t fit into a dress from, like, three years ago…”

“i guess…” you trail off, leaning back a little to rest your head against yoongi’s as you continue looking at yourself in the mirror with a pitiful little frown on your face, “it’s just hard to feel beautiful when i can’t fit into most of my old clothes…”

“hey, you cut that out right now.” the smile immediately drops from yoongi’s face and he frowns at you in the mirror disapprovingly, “so what if you can’t fit into the dress anymore? you’re beautiful and like, really hot and- and even after all this time i’m still super head-over-heels in love with you and you could be wearing a potato sack and i would still think you were the most beautiful woman to ever walk the planet and- and i love y-” 

“alright, you drunk, i get it.” you giggle lightly, reaching up to pat the side of yoongi’s warm face, “i love you more.”

“good.” yoongi smiles contently when it seems like you’ve cheered up a little from his (very good and extremely persuasive, in his opinion) pep talk, “love you most.” he murmurs, turning to press a kiss to your palm

“mhm. you reek of wine, by the way-” you wrinkle your nose playfully, letting yoongi sway you back and forth gently before reaching down to pat at his hand, “i think we should get you into the shower and then into bed.”

“i think we should get we into the shower and then into bed.” yoongi corrects you, pausing for a second to think over his words, “yeah. that makes sense.”

…,..,we should get we into the shower and then into bed…..,,.

that totally makes sense

you know what he means 

“i’m only joining you so that you don’t pass out halfway through and end up falling asleep against the wall like you did last time.” you remind him, though it’s obvious he’s hardly paying attention to what you’re saying because he’s too busy nipping at the side of your neck  

“mm. hey, you know what the best part is about the zipper not going all the way up?” yoongi grins, one of his arms sliding back from your waist so he can reach for the zipper, “it makes it much easier for me to get you out of this dress.”

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