#i'm very much still finding my feet writing new fandom stuff but i had fun

[kinosternon]

20 Questions

Got tagged by @marezelle (like a month ago, whoops) and this looks fun, so I'm gonna try it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Officially 37, unofficially 57-ish (I have a lot on anon right now, plus some semi-ancient FFN stuff posted under a pseud)

2. What’s your total AO3 words count?

Apparently, 644,538.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Kind of a lot? One "it's complicated" fandom which I tend to stay on anon for, especially lately; a fair bit for a very specific corner of Free!, also for Natsume's Book of Friends. Voltron's an ex-fandom but I had fun with it right when it started; there's a handful of other anime I've cycled through. I've got an Undertale longfic I'd really like to get back to one of these days. Lately, a whole bunch of stuff for the 9 Worlds series by Victoria Goddard, which is both amazing in itself and also has my favorite fan community to date.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Names Gone Before—my one and only Adventure Zone fic, and a oneshot, but apparently it was a hit lol

Chasing Silver, Chasing Gold—my beautiful monstrosity of a love letter to the characters introduced in the third season of Free!, and which came out too late for most of the English-speaking fandom to notice it very much (this goes for the show itself and also the timing of my publishing🥲). I am so grateful that so many people have managed to find it regardless!

Equivalence—aforementioned Undertale longfic. I really want to finish it one of these days, but I know what's coming in the last arc and it intimidates me. XP

Omimai—of all my Natsume fics, I'll admit I wouldn't have figured this to be the top one. But I guess Natori is a fan favorite, and I do appreciate that it's very solidly a gen fic that gets a lot of love regardless.

Like trust falls from towers—aforementioned s1-era Voltron fic. It was an experiment to get me posting more, I had fun with it while it lasted, and I got some truly wonderful comments and support from folks reading along while I was working on it. I still go back and reread it sometimes, and I think it was pretty good.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to! I want to show appreciation and make sure people know that going to the effort it takes to write a comment means a great deal to me.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That's a tough one. Probably Pistachio Christmas Tree, as it's a snapshot of a really rough time in the POV character's life and doesn't really show any signs of things getting better for him anytime soon. (All my angsty endings come from canon compliance, lol)

OH. Or Chasing Fingerprints, which is a Nabari no Ou AU oneshot that I wrote back in high school. I wrote it under some weird constraints and don't really like it all that much, but the ending is ambiguous and deeply angsty.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That is also weirdly difficult to say! Snapshots for Natsume, Slow your breath down (just take it slow) for Victoria Goddard's novel Plum Duff, and turning in your hand for At the Feet of the Sun (also by Goddard). Two of those three are wintertime fluff; I enjoy that subgenre a whole lot.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. I've occasionally had some slightly weird interactions, but overall I'd say even those were well and enthusiastically meant.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Occasionally, and I'm not sure what kind it'd count as. Insecure, possibly? (me or the characters, either-or XP)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Only two so far! The weirder one was my first-ever fic, where I technically crossed over Twilight with both old!Who and new!Who. Then there's Clowder, which crossed over two of Yuhki Kamatani's manga from pretty different eras and genres and which I'm pretty darned proud of.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had someone ask once, a while back, but at the moment I don't remember which fic it was, or if I ended up hearing how it went.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

...If adding to a bredlik compilation counts, then yes? And I've also done a fair bit of writing to requested prompts for gift exchanges and the like, which isn't the same thing as cowriting but which feels at least a little bit similar.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh man, how can I choose? 😭 At the top this has to be a tie between Miharu & Yoite (Nabari no Ou, QPR extraordinaire) and Yukito/Touya (Cardcaptor Sakura, TRC, etc). But also Merthur was my first ship-ship. HiyoIku (Free!) for writeability and general fucked-up-ness, but I'm not always 100% sure I ship it, tragically. Natsume and Tanuma for the same uncertainty minus about 90% of the toxicity, whee.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm not going to say "doubt," but uh. A couple of "it's complicated" fandom pieces (especially the ones I originally meant to be series) and also the Undertale longfic. Also some 9 Worlds WIPs, but I haven't started publishing those ones yet, either.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization is a big one—it matters a lot to me and also I've been complimented on it. Fic is my love letter to canon and so I tend to focus on what I love about canon the most, which is almost always the characters' interiority and/or relationship dynamics. I also think I'm usually fairly good at matching the tone of the original, though admittedly the translation aspect of anime stuff gives me a bit of leeway there.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Logistics. I will forget who I put in a room over a certain number of characters, and explaining how people get to and from things (or even appear in a scene) is a terrible chore. (And that's just people—my track record for items, especially furniture, is even worse.) I suspect that my overall pacing also suffers from this because coming up for practical reasons for scenes to start can be difficult.

Also scene transitions, because I write things out of order. :B

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I probably won't, for several reasons. For one, I feel like without a dedicated beta, my errors would be immersion-breaking for anyone with high enough Japanese proficiency. Also, on the other side of things, presumably most of my readers wouldn't be able to make the jump from English into Japanese (which is the only other language I'm remotely able to write in), so accessibility would be an issue. That said, I've occasionally tried to factor in what I know about Japanese and "translate" (at least a bit) to adjust how I write dialogue, when writing fics based on anime.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who/Twilight, lol. (I cared a lot about them both, okay? Also I thought trying to mash up their canonical vampire mythologies would be funny! And I was definitely right about at least one of those things.)

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh this is also mean. It's gotta be Chasing Silver, Chasing Gold though. It kicked my ass but I also put my heart and soul into it, and its length, completion, and the responses I've gotten to it have all combined to profoundly affect how I see myself as a writer. (Which may sound a little suspect, but the thing is, I spent years massively looking up to people who could write longfic, most of all to people that could do so and finish. It meant so so much to be able to join those ranks myself, whether or not I manage to do it again someday.) It genuinely feels like one of the most significant things I've done with my life, and it's something I think I'll always be proud of myself for managing to write through to the end.

Annnd done! I'm gonna tag @octopus--writer just for fun ;)

[juniperhillpatient]

hey rose, it's heathers anon! been a while! hope you're having a good new year! have you seen the new mean girls?

just wanted to say i saw the post you just made and i wanted to share something that happened last night that really upset me (if that's ok)

remember how i ship janica (janis x veronica) and i realized i really liked shipcest? last night on ao3 two separate people, one after another, made me feel really bad about shipping them (in general), and considering i thought it was a party of one over here it really put me in a bad place.

the first one was a rated g fic with a tag that said "not a ship" and it's like? they didn't tag any relationships in it. romantic OR platonic. so yeah? of course it's not a ship here? no one was thinking that? literally no one? i click on it because it had some things that interested me anyway and the first thing i see is this:

!!!!!!!!NOT A SHIP!!!!!!!! if you ship this please back about 900,000 feet away from me Janis and Veronica are way too far apart in age for any canon ages to work because Veronica is about thirty years older than Janis at any given time so for this story Veronica: 19 Janis: 5

considering they also fucked with the ages for their story to work idk what they're trying to say here. also they made them cousins for some reason.

so that annoyed me and i was ready to write spite fic. but then i decided just close it and quit. but then i was like, no. so i'm writing spite fic.

the other was from a person i already don't like that much on another platform but i stumbled upon their ao3 anyway because i recognized the name. theirs IS a shipfic and i was like oh!! oh okay!!

and then the first thing i see when i opened theirs was this:

Welcome to the second Veranis fic on Ao3 that isn’t a fetish story! No offense to the fetishists, of course, but their work isn’t accessible to most people. [...] This crossover ship used to be my thing, so to speak; in fact, Veranis was my username on every platform for years because of it.

and it's like... there's only 9 fics tagged with this ship. including theirs, 5 are rated t. and the other 3 are m. 7 of those were written by a friend of mine for me. for the longest time the only one was an e-rated work.......... what the fuck are you talking about???

also i think my shipname is better. and i can write better than both of them. idk, i'm just... this ship is already so small, i thought i found more people to get excited about it with even if it's a) with someone i'm not very fond of, and b) without (imo) one of the more interesting aspects of their relationship. instead i feel more alone than ever and it just sucks.

sorry to be a debby downer. hope you're having better luck in your fandoms than i am <3

I find it very strange there are antis for such a small ship let alone that it’s because of age gap discourse when both characters are teenagers in their canon media. ? Also that there seems to be incest discourse when they… aren’t even from the same media let alone related? I mean you can write them as related of course but still…. Idk it’s such an odd, niche thing to try & police people over!

You did the right thing muting them like you mentioned in your other ask. I’d just try to avoid these specific people as annoying as it is to do in a small fandom. Anyway, keep creating the stuff you wanna create & don’t let the haters get you down!

I know you did not ask for advice per se but I would advise against writing spite fic. It’s my opinion that putting that much energy into this kind of discourse sucks the fun out of what’s supposed to be a creative outlet. If you wanna write a fic about Janis & Veronica do it out of love for the characters & your vision for the ship!

I have not seen the new Mean Girls but it seems really cool. My sister who also loves Mean Girls & musicals saw it & really liked it & I like Reneé Rap so I have high hopes 😊

[gingerbreton]

You have to know someone

Fandom:  FHR

Pairing:  Chargestep (Ricardo Ortega/Lila Becker)

Summary:  Back in the good old days, Ortega follows Sidestep on a jaunt through the Los Diablos underworld.

Notes:  this was totally inspired by a discussion with @kittlesandbugs about how ‘streetwise’ step has got to at least be a little bit shady.  they didn’t hear about the rat king in the queue at the post office.

Rating:  T   Word Count:  2992   [AO3 Link]

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Los Diablos.  2009

“Just try to be cool, ok?”

Lila flashes a look back over her shoulder.   Not sharp.  More like preemptively exasperated.

“Hey! I’m always cool.”

Ortega’s mock outrage shifts to a Cheshire Cat grin at the way his partner (in crime, for today) tries to control the twitch of a smile at the corner of her mouth.  It’s only been a couple of weeks, but already he can’t imagine not knowing the smile that hid beneath the mask.

“Rangers Unlimited named me ‘Coolest Man of the Year’ 2007.”

“Oh God.”

Still, her regrets mustn’t be quite enough to send him packing.  Yet.

They’ve been walking for nearly half an hour, and though Ortega’s certain they’re still somewhere in central Los Diablos, traffic noise has dulled to a low drone.  The shining streets have given way to rundown lanes lined with shuttered businesses.  Graffiti paints the walls; charting eras of villains, heroes, whoever ‘woz ‘ere’, and the occasional obligatory dick.

They’ve hopped fences.  Turned down enough alleys that Ortega is certain Lila’s trying to sidestep his sense of direction.  It’s working.  If he hadn’t been preening so hard at being allowed to tag along he’d have paid more attention, maybe found his way back on his own some time.  No chance of that now.

“So where are you taking me exactly?”

If you don’t ask, you don’t get.

“I’m not taking you anywhere.  You decided to invite yourself along."

Or, you just don’t get.

Lila hops a railing, landing lightly at the bottom of some steps and pushes on the basement door.  By all rights it should creak, but it doesn’t make a sound.

Interesting.  Now we’re getting somewhere.

She pauses before pressing forwards, gaze intense within the shadows of her hood when she swings around to face him.  The serious line of her mouth brooks no argument.  Even though she has to know he will.

“Think you can shut up and follow my lead for once?”

“So bossy.  I like this look on you, Becks.”  The wink earns him a swift punch to the gut.  “I’ll be on my best behaviour.  Scout’s honour.”  Temporarily chastised, he even tries to do the salute.

The door opens into an unexpectedly airy warehouse space.  Long abandoned.  The shell of a highrise hiding something else.  Ortega makes a mental note to look out for similar facades.  And the people who might use them.

Oh but this isn’t their destination.  Lila hurries on ahead, crossing the floor two paces to a single one of his, down a second short flight of stairs, her path halted by a solid metal door.

She knocks a rhythm which could easily be mistaken for impatience, but there’s melody hidden within it.

A grate snaps open and a pair of violet eyes glance over Lila before sliding to him and narrowing.  A small cough for attention from his partner is the closest thing to pass for words in a conversation of pointed looks, but after a moment long enough to make his skin itch, the door opens.

Oh this is definitely going to be illegal.And so very fun.

The air is cool and musty down here.  All the noise of the city has melted away.  Somewhere along the way while he wasn’t paying attention, the concrete passage has turned to brick.  It almost looks like—

“Is this the old tunnel system?”

“Uh huh.”  Loosely strung lamplight gleams off Lila’s smirk as a thought catches her.  (pretty… she’d kill him for thinking it).  “So do as the nice lady I paid off says and don’t stray from the path.  We wouldn’t want you to end up a footnote in some Urban Legend.”

“Or run into the Catastrofiend.”  It’s only half a joke.

Sparse lights guide the way like will-o’wisps flickering in the gloom, leading who knows where.  Just deeper.  Darker.  Danger?  At a glance, his partner seems unconcerned.

Ortega finds his excitement growing as the air warms and the bustle of movement and distant voices echo towards him.

Where are you taking me?

Two corners later and the tunnel—along with a dozen others—spill down into a sudden nexus.  Loud and busy.  Stalls fill the space.  People fill the aisles.  Low light.  Heavy air.  Flickering neon.

...a black market?  The black market??

“This place is real?”  It takes all his self control (hah) not to drag his hood down to get a better look.  When Lila tried to skip out on him to meet a contact, he never imagined this.  “I thought it was just a saying…”

“Well, it is and it isn’t.”

She chuckles.  Like she loves to do when she’s got one over on him.  Shocking the unshockable is always a pleasure (he should know).

“How did you find out about it?”

“You have to know someone who knows someone.”

“And who do you know?”

Never could help pushing his luck.

“Who says I’m not someone?”  Lila’s long smile is almost wicked against the backdrop of Los Diablos’s underbelly.  Almost.  He resists the urge to boop that sharp little nose.

“I know a lot of someones.”  Her gaze drops.  More humble.  More her.  “A lot of someones, a lot better than they know.”  She taps her temple.

Their tunnel is one of the highest.  Yet another flight of stairs descends into the hubbub, but for now it affords a tantalising view over proceedings.  There’s a stall for everything you could want or need—provided your interests are less than legal.

“Stick close and keep your hood up.”  Lila beckons him to follow with a curl of her finger (flirt).

“You gonna hold my hand?”  His shit-eating grin is dazzling in the low light.

“In your dreams.”

“Oh no, in my dreams—”

Lila scoffs, leading the way down into the crowd before he has a chance to finish.  Against her own advice, she lowers her hood.  Neon light paints freckled skin bright pink, stealing all the fun of seeing if he made her blush.  Damn.

She moves differently here.  Chameleon that she is.  Just the right balance of I belong and don’t fuck with me.  Never letting eye contact linger more than just a glance.

How many masks do you own, Becks?  Is there a world you can’t slip into at least for a short while?

For now she acts as tour guide, pointing out stalls and whispering underworld gossip as they weave their way through the crush of warm bodies.

Neon crackles and glows.  Vendors bellow their wares: mods, weapons, tech.  Anything ranging from just this side of legal but unethical to military grade.  There’s a back-alley doctor, ready to tend to anything the authorities might have done to you.  A stall with boosted pets—‘no returns’ (did that dog just catch fire?).  If the rhythmic thump of bass (or the pounding of fists against flesh and sound of breaking glass) is anything to go by, somewhere in the back there’s a bar.  A rowdy one

Might be worth a visit.  Can’t pass up on the chance for a great story.

And it wouldn’t be Los Diablos without the so-called ‘hero drug’ waiting to add the unsuspecting and the desperate to it’s mortality stats.

The aisles are packed with everyone from the obviously Enhanced and the seemingly ordinary—all crammed in like sardines, moving from stall to stall.  They could be mistaken for any busy market crowd if it wasn’t for the unusual merchandise—half of which is available in Los Diablos proper, just at extortionate prices and only to the ‘right’ people.  Not every criminal is a “villain”.  And it seems like half the “criminals” here are just that for getting their hands on things an unfair system doesn’t want them to have.

But there are villains here.  The lower budget types Ortega barely recognises—ones the Rangers don’t tend to get involved with (they’re vigilante territory).  There are vigilantes here too—he’s sure he recognises a couple of faces in the distance before they vanish into the crowd.

With anyone but Lila watching his back, the intoxicating buzz that comes with this kind of danger (is he the wolf amongst sheep? or the lone sheep waiting to be torn apart?) would be tempered by an edge of caution he’ll never admit to.  But there are no dampeners here.  Nothing to stop Lila’s mind unfurling.  Reaching out.  Ever watchful.  Always ready for signs of trouble.

It’s just one of the things he likes about partnering with her;  he can be on his worst behaviour and still get forewarned if someone’s spoiling to kick his ass.

Unless it's her.

“If you see anything you want, buy it now.”  Lila glances back, teasing.  Smirks too at the confusion on his face.  “You’ll never find this place again.  It moves.  Constantly,”  she adds, as if she could read his determination to prove her wrong.

Well, if that’s the case, he might as well let the flow of the crowd pull him in an interesting direction.  See what it has to offer.  Not the safest idea, but this place is too exciting for that.  Every stall screams for attention.  How can he not pause to look?

The first one that catches his eye is ‘Lost & Found’ (good one), selling quite the spread of knockoff and stolen mods; probably the most illegal store here, at least if you ask the corporations that made the originals, even though there’s not a lethal piece of tech on display.

Halfway up the next aisle the scent of ozone catches in his nostrils, draws him through the crowd to a makeshift tattoo parlor.  The purple-haired mod within is running the signage and machinery off her own internal generators.  That’s one way to burn yourself out.  She gives him the finger when his attention overstays its welcome.

“Ocular fibre optic enhancements!  Discount for the pair.”

The owner of the opposite stall (‘installation while you wait’ ...yeesh) yells out into the crowd, locking onto him.  Now he says it, Ortega can see the red dots behind his irises—hopefully they’re hooked up to something less skilled at recognition than a stranger’s memory.  Still, the man peers a little too keenly.

“They look wonderful, but I’m afraid it would break my poor mother’s heart.”  Ortega shrugs helplessly, theatrically, beaming his brightest smile from the shadowed safety of his hood.  “You see, I have my father’s eyes.  Passed down through the family.”

He lets the crowd swallow him before the man can reply.  He’s lingered too long, best find his guide, keep an eye out for vibrant red hair low amongst the crowd.

Lila jumps at his hand on her shoulder.  Curses like always when he startles her.  Curses him more for not sticking close.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“You worried about me, Becks?”

Couldn’t keep the smug out of his grin if he tried.

“Just...don’t wander off, idiot.”

It’s not a no.

Moving on through the crowd, at her side this time, he can see she does have contacts here—not that he didn’t take her at her word.  Not really.  Amongst a sea of strangers there’s an occasional nod.  Some scowls (returned twofold).  A handshake (palmed some paper).  Another hand slipped into her jacket pocket (another note she doesn’t unfold until the next aisle).

Before Ortega has a chance to nosy over her shoulder, Lila’s already read and folded up the message.  Sharp lines.  Careful.  Deliberate.  Trying to look like she’s in control—which means she’s rattled.

No chance to press her on it, she’s already up on tiptoes scanning the market like a meerkat.

“This way.”

Lila doesn’t wait for a reply before pushing on through the crowd.

–-

One of the larger stores sits at the far end of the market, recessed into a tunnel entrance, all its wares carefully housed behind glass.  The price tags on some of these things wouldn’t look out of place at one of Hollow Ground’s auctions.

The proprietor has their back to them, busy dealing with another customer.  Their coiled hair bobs as they laugh politely, trying to secure a pricey sale.

While they wait, Lila crouches in front of one of the display cases—high tech weapons.  Everything ranging from non-lethal to extremely deadly; portable to very much not so.  Her attention lingers on a little energy caster.

Ortega’s attention lingers on her.

“Welcome.”  

The owner’s attention has turned to them.  No, not to them.  To Lila.  Amber eyes that glow almost too brightly to be natural (boost maybe?) are fixed on her.  And hers are locked in return.

Something in the air crackles but not the way he does—no lightning here—more like lake ice.  Cold.  Dangerous.  Enticing.

Across the counter, gloved hands reach beneath, returning with a pill box.  And Lila eyes it oh so carefully.  He eyes it too.  The delicately removed pill is pale blue with a bright orange letter stamped on it—no time for Ortega to make out which before they swallow the pill dry.

He’s missing something—everything—about this meeting.

“I didn’t expect to see you again so soon, little bird.”  They smile.   This is getting interesting.  “What brings you here?”

“Rumours.”  Lila stands, smiling a smile that isn’t hers.  “You’re the only person I know who’s qualified to know the truth.”

There’s no talk of trust here.

“And what do you have for me?”  They fold their arms.  “I like you, little bird, but you know nothing in this town is free.”

“My friend here has funds burning a hole in his pocket.”

Now that’s Lila’s smile; lips tug into a lopsided smirk.  Ortega chuckles.  This is his punishment for insisting on tagging along.  Good job he always carries too much cash.

“Well in that case, please feel free to peruse my wares.”  They make a wide gesture towards the glass cases.  “My assistant will help you choose something… appropriate.”

The air already tastes like danger, but Ortega can’t help himself.  “And may I ask who you are…?”

“You can call me whatever you like.”  Ortega’s outstretched hand is met grip-for-grip.  Smile met sparkling white tooth-for-tooth.  “Marshal.  But it shan’t be my real name.”

Shouldn’t have opened his big mouth.

Is that cold sweat blooming on his back?  The sound of thin ice cracking beneath his feet?  But he’s been in far deeper shit than this, so why should—

Oh...these stakes aren’t his.

One glance at Lila and mierda.

She’s only recently trusted him with her face—not long enough for him to know whether he’s reading tension or real fear in those stormy grey eyes.  But he hates it.  Never wants his stupid ego to make her look that way again.

As if he has any chance of keeping that promise, but at least he’ll try.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Ortega settles on.

“Indeed.”

Seemingly satisfied that he’ll behave, the owner leads Lila past a hung divider into the back, leaving Ortega to browse the merchandise.  And sorely wishing he could eavesdrop.

Becks, what have you gotten yourself into?

“Will this do?”  He points to a display case.  The assistant, who has been watching him with an unmistakable air of impatience and distrust, nods without a word.  “Can you gift wrap it?”

She doesn’t hit him, at least.

---

It’s five tense minutes of waiting, loitering just outside the store, trying not to draw too much attention.  Patience isn’t Ortega’s strong suit—it’s easier when Becks is there to chastise him for fidgeting, at least then he can deny it.

“You ready?”  It’s Lila’s turn to make him jump.  A stray crackle of static jumps between them.

“Did you get what you needed?”

She nods, looking a little pale (even for her), but no worse for wear.

“Anything useful?”

“Not for right now.”  Lila chews her lip, mulling over whatever she learned.  “But… if it becomes relevant, it could be a lifesaver.”

They drift away from the stall, keeping to the quieter fringes of the market, Ortega keeping watch this time while Lila stays caught in her own head—seemingly oblivious to how many tantalising questions are hanging in the air around her.

Ortega manages to keep them to himself for all of about half an aisle until the juiciest one can’t contain itself any longer.

“Little bird, huh?” he teases.  “Can I—”

“No.”

Usually she sidesteps his prying, this time he runs headlong into a brick wall.  There’s history there—not the good kind.  Another piece for the puzzle he’s slowly putting together.

“I was just playing, Lila.”  Hands up, he backs down quickly.  Sometimes even he knows when to drop things.

“Let’s get out of here.”

She doesn’t shrug off the hand he lays on her shoulder.

That bad, huh?

---

The market bustle has long faded into the darkness behind them, the only sound left is the fizz and crackle of loosely strung lamps when drips from the cool tunnel walls hit them.  The way out seems far lengthier than the way in (definitely no chance of finding his way back then) and far colder.

Paper crinkles as he pulls his jacket tighter—the contents of the bag jab a reminder of his purchase into Ortega’s hip.

“I got you something.”  It’s meant to be teasing, but comes out all too genuine (damn).

He can’t help it though when she’s still so on edge.  And that look.  This close she has to tilt her head right back to look at him.  Too jittery to remember to glare.

“Really?”

Kindness always catches her off guard.  Leaves her unsteady.  Softens her gaze (dangerously).

Luckily for them both, her confusion quickly melts into a small laugh when she opens the bag.

“You’re feeling brave.  Arming me when you enjoy annoying me so much.”

“I obviously did not think this through,” Ortega laughs in return.

“...thank you.”

The elbow she gives him might not quite class as affectionate, but the smile she’s aiming at the floor might.

[cat-denied]

👻🎁✨ :)

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

My wildest headcanon? That's a hard one. I don't really do a lot of headcanoning! Mostly I just turn stuff into actual fanfic rather than just headcanoning it, and so I keep a layer of separation between the canon and my fic, if that makes sense. I guess I have a lot of headcanons of Fire Emblem characters being lesbians in canon even while not strictly defined as such (like Minerva and Palla in fe11), but those are usually pretty common ones.

Here's a couple of headcanons for you:

Nico Minoru (of Marvel's Runaways and others) realized she was bisexual while on the team of A-FORCE (2016), i.e. while surrounded by gorgeous and powerful women. Because come on. (Context: in the original Runaways series from the early 2000s, Nico was portrayed as straight: in the new Runaways series from 2018, she had since realized her bisexuality.)

In Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War, only characters who are lovers and characters with the Thief class can exchange gold. I think this is because the Thief (Dew in the first gen, Patty or Daisy in the second) characters happen to be people who deeply love all their friends.

I also headcanon...pretty much everyone as trans and/or gay. If I like them (especially for Fire Emblem, where characters often have very little character at all) they get the "YOU ARE GAY NOW" seal of approval.

Oh, here's a real wild one! Wolf (from Fire Emblem 11) is a trans woman! This is because YOU saw her and went "she's a girl" and I went "okay" and rolled with it. This may come up in my fanfic sometime, who can say

Putting the rest of this behind a read more because it got long.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

I do! Here's a section from the first chapter of a Minerva/Palla haunted house AU I've been working on in the background.

The room is soaked in dust. At one point in time it had probably been a bedroom, and indeed a bed frame rots grayly in the corner. Rather than any mattress, however, it’s covered in boxes: boxes which have sprawled out to take over the rest of the room like an invasive species of plant. The walls are bare. The edge of the room’s one window can just be made out, the rest of it totally obscured by still more boxes. They stack five feet high easily, and though Palla is tall enough to circumnavigate the undergrowth they form with ease, and Catria at least tall enough to manage, Est can barely see over the box in front of her, and she complains loudly at this. Catria argues lightly back, and Palla smiles under her breath as she makes her way around, simply looking. 

None of the boxes are labeled: the lower ones have more the look of trunks, and Palla idly wonders when cardboard had been invented, whether this was someone else’s reshuffling of the Macedons’ remaining possessions after their departure. She cracks open the nearest top box to find stacks of books: unlabeled volumes in that old style you would see on the shelves of houses that had become museums. Carefully opening one, then another, to their title pages, she sees that they are books of strategy: for warfare and diplomacy. Interesting. 

I just love the Whitewings and Macedon and all that jazz! Also I should write more of this, I was having a load of fun with it.

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

! I love to receive any comments because it tells me that people enjoyed my work enough to tell me about it, and when you write for fandoms that are as relatively obscure as I do (in terms of fanworks), every little bit counts for a lot! The exception to the obscure fandoms of course is the Goncharov fic I wrote, which became hugely popular and now I'm considering writing a second chapter or sequel, just because of the absolutely hogwild response.

Here's a coupla specifics:

"Always happy to see the Nagi tag get a little bigger, and you have a fascinating version of her here! I thought your interpretation of the setting was brilliant and you really brought out the nuances of the characters you portrayed just before such a climactic final battle." from Oricalle on my fic Meetings, Manifestations, and Manaketes. (I have a lot of fun naming my fics.) They left this comment after I read through some of their works and left some comments, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Every comment on my Goncharov fic for being brilliantly in on the joke, but especially this one from tinuviel_tinuviel:

because not only did they call me out by name (blushes), but when I read and commented on one of their Locked Tomb fics, they called me out on it:

and yeah thats me now i guess. ao3 user road_trip_girl from goncharov fandom. whatup

Also, getting a comment from summer_society whose Robin/Nancy fics I consume like fresh water was an amazing time, seriously.

And finally, this comment from JajaLala on the same fic, because it made me go "! you know who i am!!!" I guess I'm really not used to fanfic sites, where you can be a fan of someone's work and then have them turn around and look at your work, and like it! It's a great feeling. (Also, I just realized we're tumblr mutuals, so, uh. Hi!)

Thanks for asking!

[gallickingun]

I hope you don't mind me asking... How did you get followers? I want to start my own blog but I want to make sure I can reach audiences I want to reach. I don't have any friends who know I write, and honestly I'm not sure I'd want them to read my works anyway. I get embarrassed easily. It's much easier for me to talk to someone that I don't have a face for. Does that make sense? Probably not. But how did you start your adventure here?

I want to preface this with follower count can make sense, or it can’t. I’ve made friends with some of the most amazing, most talented writers who have less than a thousand followers. I’ve made friends with amazing, talented writers who have thousands of followers. I genuinely don’t know how to trick the algorithm into listening to you, haha, but just know that numbers don’t equal talent; popularity does not always equal skill. So please, even if you don’t have the high follower count of someone else, don’t let it discourage you from writing! Everyone starts somewhere, and everyone grows differently. 

But, I’ve found that it all depends on who you write for, what you write, and how often you write. 

Who you write for: Bakugou is one of the most popular characters. I truly didn’t know this when I entered the fandom, but it was really what got me started on the upward climb. I’m by no means a big blogger, lol, but I know that writing for Bakugou was what helped me out initially. He was originally the only character who I could write for because he was my favorite and I hadn’t really gotten too far into the show. I think the same goes for other fandoms - if you write for the more popular characters, who have more content in demand because they have more fans, you’re more likely to gain more followers. 

DISCLAIMER: Do not let this keep you from writing for other characters who are less popular, if you prefer to write for them. Content is needed for all characters! I am desperate for some Sugawara content, but he’s not one of the more popular characters that people write for (see: Kuroo, Ushiwaka, Bokuto, Oikawa, Iwa, and Akaashi). If we only focus on the popular characters, the ones that get us the most growth, but those aren’t the characters we love, the content can seem disingenuous, if that makes sense. I got lucky by Bakugou being my favorite. But like, when I try to push out Kaminari content, I find that it’s a real struggle for me because I don’t necessarily vibe with Kaminari as a character. The same goes in reverse. If the minor characters have your heart, but you try to force out content for the popular characters, it can be tough to write and come across like you don’t really want to write it. Write who you want to write! 

What you write: This is a really big deal right now, but I’m just gonna say it lol. NSFW gets more notes. I don’t say that to force you into writing NSFW content - I actually had never read/written NSFW content until this past March, and I’m 22, going on 23. Originally, when I decided to start writing, I wanted to be NSFW-free, but some stuff changed in life and in writing and I chose to make the change.

Also, I’ve found for each fandom, different things are more prevalent. For instance, the BNHA fandom seems to do a lot of AU’s and full length fics, but the Haikyuu!! fandom seems to do more traditional works that follow canon and then the content itself is mostly headcanons and short scenarios. I think you have to find what works for you and write it to the best of your ability. I suck at headcanons, I’ve never really been able to do them and they stress me out. So I stick to full length fics. I know this means I’ll do better in one fandom versus the other, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to start only doing headcanons just because it’s what’s popular. 

DISCLAIMER: This does NOT mean that just because someone wrote 10k words of smut, that it’s better or more involved than your 10k words of fluff/angst/domestic/etc. writing. Unfortunately, there are horn dogs out there who are especially touch starved during quarantine. It doesn’t make anyone better or worse because they choose to write about being naked versus being clothed. Please don’t let this discourage you from writing SFW-only writing, as there are tons of people out there who are just as desperate for some comfort fics about cuddling completely clothed. 

How often you write: When I first started, I had a lot more time on my hands and was able to pump out content much quicker. I grew pretty rapidly in a short period of time because I was able to consistently put out content. Since I’ve gotten more busy and my mental illness has reared it’s ugly head, I’ve not been able to write as much and I can tell my follower count growth had tapered off. But the pace in which you post content generally helps increase your follower count, because people know that you will continuously feed them with the goods! Sometimes it might be good to set a schedule so others know when you’ll be posting - say a new fic every Friday? Or sometimes it can be good to keep your followers engaged with thirst posts (SFW or NSFW), or specific nights where you do events that focus on a certain character or genre. 

DISCLAIMER: DO NOT FORCE YOURSELF TO PUSH OUT CONTENT. Please be aware within your own self what your limits are. Just because one writer can sit at home and push out tons of short scenarios and drabbles during the day, but you can’t, doesn’t mean either of you are doing anything wrong. It just means that one person has a different availability than you. I don’t really do thirst posts a ton in the same respect that others do them, because I know that I’ll want to write a whole fic out of the couple of sentences that my followers might send in. However, there are many others within the fandom that can respond with a few paragraphs that take a few minutes to type out. It doesn’t mean that they’re better than me and I’m a horrible writer, it just means that in this area, they’re more skilled or have more time. 

Also, don’t be afraid to tag people and send out DMs! I promise your writer idols are not nearly as scary as you think they are. And they’re probably just as excited to get a DM from you as you are to talk to them! I was really hesitant to reach out to anyone before, because I never really did much chatting in other fandoms, but the anime fandoms I’ve been apart of have been very kind and welcoming, and helpful! I made some of my closest friends because I tagged them in my works or I joined a server with them in it, or I read their stuff and reached out to them to fangirl over it. Don’t be afraid to reach out, even if you just keep the conversation focused on your writing, it’ll still be worth it in the end! The worst thing that could happen is they don’t reply or the conversation fizzles out. Either way, you will have made a connection, and blasted one another with some serotonin.

Remember to take breaks. Take a hiatus every once and a while! Take some time for yourself to recharge. If this begins to feel like a job, like an obligation, and you feel yourself dragging your feet just to put out content, please step back and reevaluate. This is a hobby, it’s supposed to be fun. Once it stops being fun, take a breather and reassess what you’re doing. Sometimes this means closing requests, sometimes this means opening requests, sometimes this means participating in collab fics, sometimes this means disconnecting entirely. This is just tumblr, in the end, and you should be able to take care of yourself first rather than pinning yourself into a corner to try and post content for the sake of your followers. In the end, everyone wants you to be happy and healthy, so you can put your best foot forward in life and in your hobbies. So please, for the love of everything, take a break every now and then. Disconnect, recharge, and regroup. 

I also had a blog before this one, my main, so I’ve been on tumblr for eight year prior to this. I’m not going to even claim that I begin to understand how this hellsite works, but I will say that I’ve been writing on here for a while now, since way back to my band blog days. Eventually you just write what you want to write, and chat with your followers and your friends, and you’ll grow organically. When you start to pressure yourself over it, it can become like a cloud looming over you, and then when you don’t perform up to your preset standards, it might be a little disappointing. Follower milestones are cool to want to achieve and celebrate, but don’t pour all your focus into them. For the most part, I use milestones for celebration events to give back to my followers, or to set goals for myself like opening commissions! But they don’t determine my worth as a writer, because sometimes the tumblr algorithm is more giving to some rather than others.

Whew, this was a doozy. But I hope it helped! Some of these answers might come off a little crass, but I’m just trying to be honest. Don’t let anything deter you from doing whatever the hell you wanna do.

You wanna write that rarepair? DO IT. You wanna write character x character? DO IT. You wanna write about your Original Characters? DO IT. 

Whatever it is you want to do, do it! And have a helluva time doing it 💕

[saiilorstars]

Falling in Temptation

Previous chapters • Sequel to Stars Dance •  Fairy Tale Memoirs (Companion story)

Ch. 23: The Investigators

Fandom: Doctor Who // Pairing: 11th Doctor x OFC

Chapter summary: The travelers must investigate the cry of help of a child. When the Ponds get separated from the Doctor, they and their granddaughter get some bonding moments in a creepy doll house.

Taglist: @ocfairygodmother @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel​ @stareyedplanet @perfectlystiles

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Avalon was in the console room with her journal open in front of her, currently writing yet another little draft she'd been tinkering with. It was so funny how her mind kept coming up with so many new ideas lately. There was just a lot to say right now. She knew the Silence and Kovarian were still out there, and of course there was the fact she still didn't know who the astronaut from Lake Silencio was, but right now she was actually happy. She was content.

Hell, she'd even gotten a little postcard from the Sapling. That alone had lifted her spirits! The Sapling wrote to his parents that he was just fine and that he was having a lot of fun on a planet made up of jewels. He said that he would soon visit them to 'Take his Mother to see the pretty jewels', prompting an excited squeal from Avalon. How could she not be happy with that? So her hand wrote along her endless journal...until someone covered her eyes.

She smiled and lowered her pen. "Who, oh who, could be covering my eyes and therefore preventing me from writing?"

"Only your primary subject of your journal," came the Doctor's smug voice from behind. He lifted his hands from her eyes and kissed her cheek.

"You wish. Not all my stories were about you, you know," she smirked as he moved around the chair to face her. "Actually, I don't think I've written a proper story about you since you picked me up from Leadworth the first time." It was fairly amusing watching his face fall with disappointment.

"What do you mean!? I'm...I'm me!"

"Yes," she laughed. "But the world doesn't revolve around you."

"Oh, but it revolves around you?"

"Yeah, thanks for catching on!"

"Think you're funny, then," he evaluated her and had to stop himself from smiling.

"I like to think so," Avalon answered his question with another of her smirks. "And to be honest, I wrote about a super hero, not a dork in a bow-tie."

There was utter offence on the Doctor's face. "You...you are just mean!"

"I'm sorry but...c'mon," she reached for his bow-tie to give it a little flick. "What on Earth made you decide that these were cool?"

"They don't seem be uncool when you hold onto them," he flashed her a smirk that grew when he saw the red tint cross her face. "That's right, princess, don't start something you can't win."

Now it was Avalon's turn to be offended. "How dare you!"

Before she could either throw the journal at him or smack him, he caught her lips in a kiss. "And there's the ending of that," he declared as he let her go. He yanked her up from the chair to sit down and have her sit on his lap. He was quite smug in the end.

"Well, someone woke up in a good mood," Avalon noted with a playful roll of his eyes.

"Is it hard to believe that I'm happy right now?" He took one of her hands and kissed it and followed with a trail of more kisses going up her arm. It was actually a real novelty for him to feel like that but looking at who he had in front of him, on him, there was no other way to feel.

Avalon smiled at him. "I'd be offended if you weren't."

"Oh," the Doctor rolled his eyes. "Here I am trying to be soft and mushy and that's all you have to say?"

"What else am I supposed to say?"

The Doctor's face was flat as he stared at her. "How the hell am I attracted to you when all you do is be mean to me?"

"Not true, I pay you compliments all the time," she said innocently while she fiddled with his bowtie. "Why, just yesterday I said that the 'Oncoming Storm' sounds like a sexy name for a hero. Was that not nice?"

Judging by the smirk on his face, it was very nice. "Oh alright, I can't stay mad at you." He brushed a finger under her chin.

"No, you can't, because I give you these," she left a pretty nice trail of kisses along his cheek.

"And how happy I am to receive them," he grinned and ducked his head just as she was about to kiss his cheek again, making her kiss his lips instead. It was their last kiss before Amy and Rory came in. They had set up some rules and there was one important rule they were to follow.

Granddaughters were to be off Time Lords at all times.

"Woah!" The Doctor exclaimed as he dug into his jacket and pulled out his psychic paper in urgency.

"What's the matter?" Avalon didn't know whether to laugh or not when he wiggled so weirdly.

"Please save me from the monsters," he read from the paper and promptly put it back into his pocket then turned for the console, "Haven't done this in a while!"

"Done what?" Amy frowned as he went around the console starting the TARDIS up, "What're you doing?"

"Making a house call," he pointed at them before pulling a lever and sending them into motion.

"Oh, you're doing the quiet materialization," Avalon raised her eyebrows with mild surprise, "Must be bad. Well, we best go and see what's going on, then," and she stepped forwards only for Rory to grab her arm and force her to stay still, "Rory?"

"Doctor, are we somewhere okay for her health?"

Avalon groaned. They were still doing it and if they had their way they would continue to do it for all of time.

"Course we are! It's Earth!" the Doctor exclaimed, further irritating Avalon by following the game. He reached over to pull Avalon to his side. "Never bringing my Ava somewhere she shouldn't be."

"One of these days, I'm just gonna kill all of you and steal the TARDIS," Avalon declared in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Quit overreacting," Amy waved her off and headed for the doors, Rory following.

"I'm very serious!" Avalon huffed while the Doctor led them after their friends.

"No offence, Doctor..." they heard Rory's voice as they neared the doors.

The Doctor rolled his eyes and opened the doors. "Meaning the opposite."

"...but we could get a bus somewhere like this," Rory finished and gestured to the area they were in.

"Oh, he's not wrong, you know," she looked at the Doctor, "Not your best work." Avalon looked around and made a face at the estate. It was a bit creepy, like the ones you'd see on television...which might have given Avalon a new idea for a draft.

"The exact opposite," the Doctor sighed as he shut the doors behind them.

"Well," Amy shifted on her feet and turned for Rory, "I suppose it can't all be planets and history and stuff, Rory."

"Yes, it can! Course it can! Planets and history and stuff. That's what we do! But not today. No," the Doctor pulled out his sonic and headed for the courtyard with the others behind, "Today, we're answering a cry for help from the scariest place in the universe - a child's bedroom."

"Mm, no, you mean under the bed," Avalon remarked with a sad smile while they headed for the building. "The Sapling hated what could be under his bed."

"Are you alright, Ava?" the Doctor noticed her expression and moved closer to her.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I just...you know, the Sapling. He was a child not too long ago."

"He said he'd come back and visit soon," he reminded her and motioned behind her for Amy and Rory to help out.

"Yeah! Didn't he say he was going to take you to that jewel planet?" Amy laughed. "You'll have loads of fun with him there."

"Probably get into some trouble no doubt," Rory shook his head.

Avalon half-smiled. That sounded like their usual trips. "Yeah. Anyways, why are we here Doctor?"

They stopped in front of a lift where the Doctor hit the button then pulled out his psychic paper for them to see. Rory leaned forwards and read off it, "Please save me from the monsters. Who sent that?"

"Well, clearly, the child sent that," Avalon playfully rolled her eyes, "Get with it, Rory. Monsters, remember?"

"Yeah but I meant who, as in the identity of the kid?"

"Well I suppose that's what we're here to find out, right Doctor?" Avalon looked back at him.

"Exactly, I've traced the call back to this building but I can't figure out which flat it's from," the Doctor looked around and saw the dozens and dozens of flats waiting to be searched.

"So we need to split up," Avalon gasped lightly and entered the lift as soon as the doors opened up. She yanked the Doctor inside and curled her arm around his. "And I pick you," she smiled at him.

"There's a shocker," Amy snorted.

Their search started from the very top of the estate. The Doctor excitedly brought them to the first door in the hallway and knocked before Avalon could even discuss how they should start their questioning. A couple seconds later, an elderly woman answered.

"Hello!" the Doctor cheerfully greeted her.

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

"Um, we're the inspectors," Avalon came up fast, "...and we're...inspecting..."

"Is this about the bins?"

"Did I mention bins?" the Doctor nudged Avalon for that and made her lightly sigh, "I meant, no, we're not here for bins, Miss?"

"Mrs.," the woman corrected and made Avalon roll her eyes, "Rossiter."

"Fine, Mrs. Rossiter, no we're not here for your dang bins." Again, the Doctor nudged Avalon. "What!?" she exclaimed in irritation, "We're not!"

"Look, can we come in?" the Doctor sighed as he saw this going no where.

Mrs. Rossiter frowned, "Course not! You could be anyone!"

Avalon made a face at the woman. Why was she complicating this so much? "Who else would we be, lady?"

The woman's response was slamming the door on them.

"We should've said we were from the bins department," Avalon sighed, making a mental note for next time then went off walking.

"Yeah, that was the problem," the Doctor made a face and followed after her. She might be as terrible as he was when it came to interrogating. That was certainly new. He smiled after a second or so. Yes, he truly loved that woman.

~ 0 ~

After several more tries, the Doctor and Avalon were making their way down a corridor where they heard Amy and Rory's voice below. Avalon went ahead to try and get them before they lost them. The Doctor moved to follow her when he noticed a young boy peering out a window right where Amy and Rory had just walked by. He hurried after Avalon and caught her in front of the lift.

"They were coming up the lift," Avalon pointed, "So what now, then? Can't you do some thing with the TARDIS to find the kid?"

"Um..." the Doctor considered telling her he'd already found the kid, or boy, but felt like this was one of the moments where he could do things on his own and keep her safe. He didn't exactly know what he was dealing with and he'd rather find out on his rather than have her beside him and in danger.

"Doctor?" Avalon's voice brought him back to the conversation, "So, can you?"

"Um, no, no, it was far too vague," he shook his head.

The lift went off and the doors opened up to reveal Amy and Rory inside.

"Hey! Any luck?" Amy asked them.

The Doctor cleared his throat and answered, "Three old ladies, a traffic warden from Croatia and a man with ten cats."

"What are we actually looking for?" Rory sighed and stepped out the lift with Amy. It would definitely help to have some significant details about the child otherwise they would be there all night.

"Rory, we're looking for a scared kid," Avalon shrugged, "Remember?"

"I found scary kids," Amy remarked quietly. "Does that count?"

"Nope!" the Doctor shook his head. "But try the next floor down. Avalon can go with you."

"What?" frowned the ginger in question. "Why?"

"Just to shake things up!" He planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek and rushed off.

"That made zero sense," Avalon turned to Amy and Rory but both of them shook their heads at her.

"No one told you to date an alien. That was all you," Rory shrugged. "Now you gotta live with it." He ignored Avalon's indignant yelp while they waited for the lift to come back.

When it arrived, they stepped inside and Amy pressed the button for the next floor down. As soon as the doors slid shut, the lift suddenly plummeted down at maximum speed. The trio were pressed against the walls, screaming at the top of their lungs.

Afterwards, Rory was the first to wake up from what ever had happened to them. He was on the floor on his stomach inside a very dark room, "Amy? Avalon? Are you here?"

"Yeah," he heard Amy answer first, "Here. No, here! It's me!" she was crawling over to him, "And Avalon? Oh God, where's Avalon?"

"Right here, don't go crazy on me again," came Avalon's voice not too far from them.

"Oi!" Amy scolded her.

"Are you both okay?" Rory switched on a small torch just as Avalon had joined them.

"Yeah, I think so," Avalon sighed, "But I can't remember how we got in here?" she turned around in the dark room, reminding the others that they didn't remember that either.

"We were in the lift," Rory looked at Amy, "We were in the lift, weren't we?"

"Yeah, yeah. We.. I remember getting in and then it just went down really fast," Amy said, still feeling a lingering pain on the side of her head.

"We're dead, aren't we?" Rory actually groaned.

Avalon snickered and glanced at him. "What?"

"The lift fell and we're dead!"

"Oh my God!"

"Avalon, why are you laughing!?"

"Because of you!" Avalon was laughing far too hard for a situation like the one they were in.

"We're dead. Again!" Rory couldn't believe their luck, his luck! He could actually say he lost count on how many times he had died...and his granddaughter was laughing at him. "Avalon, stop it!"

"I can't...I can't believe..." Avalon had her hands on her knees, her entire body shaking as she continued to laugh.

Amy looked between her and Rory, having no idea who to stop first. Their family really was that crazy.

~ 0 ~

Avalon was walking a couple steps ahead of Amy and Rory, doing her best to keep calm. After getting over the funny parts, the reality that they were somewhere unknown and in the plain dark settled quickly. She realized she hadn't really been on her own, in trouble, without the Doctor since Berlin happened and she wasn't liking it one bit. She swallowed hard as she continued creeping through the dark. What if the Silence were right around the corner? Or Kovarian?

She came to an abrupt stop with those thoughts. She bit her lower lip and looked around the spot, actually yelping when Amy bumped into her. "AH!"

"What!? What is it!?" Rory spun around trying to find the immediate danger to them.

His cries only made Avalon scream again, which then caused Amy to frantically try to calm her down. Avalon had no idea how River managed to live with the threat of the Silence for so long without going crazy, especially since she did it on her own. At least she had the Doctor, Amy and Rory, who, while were very annoying with their overbearing protectiveness, were always there for her.

"Avalon! Avalon, there's nothing!" Amy finally managed to break through Avalon's scream cycle and, with one hand stretched backwards, she stopped Rory from spinning. "Avalon! Hey!"

Avalon caught her breath and looked around. The darkness still didn't make her feel better but at least there were no Silence or...Kovarian. "Sorry, sorry."

"It's alright," Amy said, comfortingly rubbing her hands over Avalon's arms. "You can go back to laughing at Rory if that helps."

Rory rolled his eyes at his wife but yes, that was something Avalon could do if it made her feel better. "Yes, fine. Ava, you're okay."

Avalon nodded, convincing herself that she was being a bit too ridiculous right now. They needed to focus on finding out where they were after all. "Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," Amy gave her a smile that was only partially seen through the dark.

Avalon tucked some curls behind her ears, licking her lips nervously as she scanned their area one more time. "It's just I keep thinking that maybe the Silence found us again."

"That's natural," Rory hated to think that way because he would give anything to make that fear go away. "It'll be a while before...before things go back to normal."

Avalon shook her head. "It's more than that, though. Have you guys thought about Lake Silencio anymore?" Amy and Rory exchanged mutual looks before awkwardly shifting away from their granddaughter. Avalon groaned and followed after them. "Don't do that! You have thought about it, right?"

"...of course we have," Amy muttered, picking up her pace with Rory.

"Why wouldn't we?" Rory sighed. "It's more crucial now that you went off and..."

Avalon stopped walking, forcing them to do the same and turn around. "I couldn't help it, Rory," she said quietly.

Her grandparents stopped walking and through the darkness Avalon heard Rory go 'Oof' as if somebody had hit him.

"That's not what I meant," Rory said after a moment. "Of course we've thought about Lake Silencio, especially because we know it's going to hurt you the most, Avalon."

"It's already hurting, actually," Avalon admitted. She hurried to where they were. "Because it's still a possibility and lately I've been wondering about that astronaut. What if...what if it was me?"

"What!?" Amy was about to tell her how crazy she was sounding but Avalon quickly added an explanation. She'd been giving the event many thoughts lately.

"Just hear me out! Why would the Silence take me? I mean, no offence, but shouldn't it have been Amy?"

"Offence taken," went the grandmother in question.

"Look, you're River's Mum. They could've taken you or, maybe even Rory. But they took me. Why take me unless...unless they wanted me for something else."

Yeah, leverage, Rory thought and unknowingly Amy thought the same. Kovarian had played it just right with the only person none of them could ever harm. If she'd taken one of them, they would've easily given their lives to protect Melody and ruined her plans. But she took Avalon instead, making it so that even River couldn't get near to extract Avalon from their hands.

But maybe Avalon's words had another truth to them. What if Kovarian had a second agenda in mind for her? Why force her to kill the Doctor in Berlin when she had raised Melody to do just that? Even Melody was confused (and angry) at the fact that her entire life's purpose had been changed at the last moment to accommodate Avalon's presence. She had even erased Avalon's memories in the end, like there was something she didn't want Avalon to know about and tell any of them.

"What if I'm the astronaut and I kill him?" Avalon whispered. "I would rather die myself than do that."

"Please don't say that," Amy begged. She had lost her baby and she was not going to lose her granddaughter too.

"Listen, right now, right now we have to make a plan. A plan to stop that future from happening."

"You can't. Remember what River said-"

"With all due respect, I don't care what River had to say! I'm not letting the Doctor die and I'm sure as hell not going to be the one to do it!"

"What do you even have in mind?" Rory dreaded to think how much time Avalon had thought about whatever ideas lurked in her head.

"The future Doctor came back in time to see us, and now that I've had time to think about it...didn't it seem like his 'hello's' were like someone who hadn't seen us in a long time?" Avalon sure thought it was. The Doctor she traveled with at that point in time did not hug her the way the Lake Silencio Doctor had. He held her so tightly and the smile on his face...it was the same way he smiled at her right now.

"God, how long do you think it was for him?" Amy asked.

"I don't know," Avalon sighed. "But I'm guessing it was a very long time. That means that the Doctor right now will eventually leave...or...maybe something happens to us. Whatever reason it is, we have to make sure that he doesn't leave us."

"And make sure we don't die!?" Rory flapped his arms to their current situation.

Avalon rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that too. So can we do that? Can we just...keep our eyes peeled for anything suspicious?"

"Avalon, we can try but the Doctor is still the Doctor," Amy thought that alone was an explanation for the choices the Doctor made, but Avalon wasn't going to settle for that. "He could have a plan that we don't know about. He's got a big head, none of us know what he's thinking about."

"You're right but I'm sure of one thing," Avalon said with a tightened jaw. "He wouldn't just leave me like that. He wouldn't choose to leave me behind."

That sounded right, but it begged the question why he did it once. Avalon was afraid of the answer.

~ 0 ~

"You know it's obvious what's happened," Rory began to say, disliking the silence that was taking them over. They had continued to explore their surroundings without much success. He'd only acquired a torch from another hallway but that was pretty much it.

"Yeah? Really?" Amy scoffed lightly, "Because it's not obvious to me. How about you Avalon?"

"Not in the least," their granddaughter shook her head.

"The TARDIS has gone all funny again. Some time... slippy... thing," Rory sighed. "You know, the Doctor's back there in Eastenders-land and we're stuck here in the past. This is probably 1700 and something."

"One of my favorite years," Avalon remarked and went along with his words.

"Oh yeah, you know, definitely Avalon," Amy began as well, "Big dresses and parties and-"

"Well if it's royalty then why not?" Avalon shrugged, "All the dances and the dresses, the jewels, and the princes you can dance with," she sighed with content, "Doesn't that sound lovely?"

"Did you forget the part where they're all stuck-up snobs?"

"Not everyone, the Doctor says that he once met a French mistress who turned out to be really nice unlike the others of the French Court."

Amy scoffed, "Oh brother."

"What?"

"Did he tell you who that mistress was? And why she was very nice?"

"Um, I think was something with Pompadour...no..."

"Yeah, that's her," Amy laughed, "She snogged him the moment she was a young woman."

At that, Avalon stopped walking and forced them as well, "Come again?"

"Yeah, he said something about the woman's life being spread around some old spaceship with clock robots and stuff. He became her imaginary friend which then turned out to be a little something, something," Amy nudged her, "You get it?"

"I'm going to kill him," Avalon declared. "Forget what I said, I'm gonna kill him right now."

Amy burst into laughter. Rory shook his head at her. The Doctor would be paying big time for that one.

Avalon stalked ahead, coming into a kitchen. She made a face at it and wondered what kind of house it was because the closer she looked at it, the shinier things seemed. "It's plastic," she realized after a moment.

"What is?" Rory asked her.

Avalon picked up a loaf of bread that was on the table and tossed it over to him, "It's plastic. This entire room's plastic. Look around," she gestured.

Amy picked up a pan off the counter and tapped her knuckles against it. "Hm. You're right."

"That's copper," Rory pointed at it. it had an orangey shade to it that shined through the darkness.

"No, it's not. It's wood," Amy said safer after another study. "It's made of wood and just painted to look like copper."

"That...is stupid."

"Ah!" They heard Avalon and turned to see her grabbing a lamp off a shelf. She managed to turn it on and give them a better idea of what they were looking at. "I told you this entire thing is fake. Plastic things and other things painted to look a certain way."

"Well, not seventeen hundred and something, then." Rory wandered over to a couple of drawers. He went through them and found nothing significant...not like Amy did. The moment she yelled, he darted to her side and yelped himself. He slammed shut the drawer responsible for their momentary fright.

"Wow, you guys are cool," Avalon declared from the other end of the room.

"Shut up," Amy hissed. She carefully opened the drawer again and peered inside. A huge eyeball stared back at her. "It's...it's glass. It's a glass eye."

"No way, let me see!" Avalon hurried over, only stopping midway because her lamp flickered on and off.

"Avalon, not funny!" Rory snapped.

"What? It's not me!" Avalon tapped the lamp lightly. "Stop it!"

"Something else is doing that," Amy grabbed the fake copper pan as a weapon. "C'mon!"

They hurried towards the other door in the room in hopes of getting the hell out of the creepy place.

~ 0 ~

The small family found the front hall of wherever they were in. Rory went for the front door while Avalon and Amy walked round the large entrance room.

"At last." But Rory groaned suddenly and made both gingers look over at him.

"What is it?" Amy called.

"No doorknob!" Rory exclaimed as he patted the doors.

"And this clock," Avalon was studying the large clock in front of her, her hand reaching to touch the numbers, "The hands are painted on."

"What?" Rory turned for them, forgetting the doors.

"I told you this place was all plastic," Avalon frowned, "And no doors? Painted clocks? This is like one great plastic house!"

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a child's laughter and made the trio turn around. Immediately, Rory and Amy stepped in front of Avalon, Rory putting a finger on his lips and motioned for them to walk towards the other door. They entered a different hall and walked silently when they heard more laughter.

"You hear that or is that just me finally going crazy?" Avalon whispered to them.

"No, we hear it too," Rory was careful as they went forwards.

"So why exactly are we going towards it?" Avalon stopped and pulled them back.

"She's right," Amy's eyes widened as she heard louder laughter. "They're getting closer!"

"They?!" Rory whisper-exclaimed.

Avalon sighed and crossed the room where another door laid. She slowly opened the door with her friends right behind her, with makeshift weapons in their hands. She opened the door and winced as Amy and Rory screamed when they saw a life-size doll with a large, chipped head.

"It's a doll," Avalon scolded them and stopped their yelling.

"This is... weird," Rory declared.

"Says the time-travelling nurse," Amy mumbled and made Avalon snicker.

"And the time traveling kissogram," she decided to add while she tapped the doll's head, "It's hollow..."

"Let's just... leave that for now. Come on," Rory reached for her arm and pulled her back, closing the door and turning for a new direction, "Why aren't there any lights? I miss lights. You don't really miss things till they're gone, do you? That's what my nan used to say, "You'll never miss the water till the well runs dry.""

"Rory, rambling," Avalon remarked.

"Except light I mean, not water. Lights are great, aren't they? I mean if this place was all lit up, we wouldn't even be worried at all."

"Rory!" Amy exclaimed, "Avalon's right, you're rambling. Stop panicking, will you?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry," Rory cleared his throat.

Suddenly, they stopped when another man came running down the hall towards them, "Help me! Please! Keep them away from me! Keep them away!" Behind him was one of the life-sized dolls they'd seen coming behind the man. It grabbed him by the neck and forced him on the floor. The trio watched in horror as the man slowly turned into one of the dolls.

"I take it all back. Panic now," Amy nudged Rory. He nodded and started running with her and Avalon away from the dolls, screaming.

"Don't run away. We want to play!" the dolls laughed as they came after them.

They quickly entered a room and slammed the door on the dolls faces. They leaned against the doors while the dolls tried pushing their way in. Rory looked down under the door and saw the shadows of the dolls moving away, making them feel a bit more relieved. However, that didn't lost very long when the dolls returned and banged on the door.

"We need to lock this door!" Avalon exclaimed and yelped as the door started opening a bit.

"There isn't a lock!" Rory gestured to the empty spot beside him.

Together, they managed to push the door close again and Rory reached for a giant spool of thread and placed it in front of the door. They backed away from it and looked for another way out.

"We can't stay in here," Amy grew frantic as she saw no more doors for them to go through, "We've got to get out!"

"Lovely idea," Avalon sarcastically remarked, "Any suggestions?"

"Take control," Amy took a breath, "Take control of the only thing we can. Letting them in!"

"She's finally lost it," Avalon pointed, "Are you telling us to let them in?"

"We surprise them," Amy tried to explain her abrupt plan, "We open the door and we push past them. Kick them. Punch them. Anything. You're freakishly strong, it should be a piece of cake!"

Rory looked at the door where the banging wouldn't cease and sighed, "Okay..."

They returned to the door and Rory grabbed a mop for a weapon. Avalon and Amy moved the spool and let the door open, one of the dolls falling to the floor.

"Go!" Avalon exclaimed.

Rory pushed past the other doll with the mop and ran out. The gingers followed but Avalon gave a yelp when one of the dolls caught her, "No!" she cried.

Amy angrily snatched the mop from Rory and whacked the doll with it, not about to let her granddaughter be taken by some stupid doll. As if! She quickly helped Avalon get up from the floor she'd fallen. But as she pushed Avalon forwards, the doll that had originally fallen into the room was back and grabbed Amy.

"No! Please, no!" Avalon watched in horror, along with Rory, as Amy was turned into one of the dolls, "It's my fault!"

All three dolls were now coming after them and with only a mop to defend themselves, it was a one-way battle. Eventually, they were backed away into the entrance room they'd been in earlier, along the top of the stairs. Fortunately, or not, they were going to bump into the Doctor and another man, Alex, who were being backed up the stairs by more dolls.

"Rory! Avalon!" the Doctor would've cheered if they weren't being caught between dolls.

"Where've you been!?" Avalon snapped at him but still hugged him tight.

"Been busy, you know, dolls and stuff," the Doctor considered and took a long sigh. He'd wanted her to stay away from danger and it still caught up with her!

"Doctor! Any ideas?" Roy called as he swayed the mop against the dolls in front of him.

"Working on it...where's Amy?"

"It's my fault," Avalon shuddered a breath as she pointed to the redhead doll on the left of the dolls coming down the stairs.

The Doctor's eyes widened in horror and started shouting, "George! George, you have to face your fears. You have to face them now! You have to open the cupboard or we'll all be trapped here forever in a living death! George! George, listen to me! George! George listen to me! George! Please! George, you have to end this! End this end this. End this now!"

And suddenly, the dolls all stopped right when they had the trio locked between them. The Doctor peered down and saw a young boy, George, standing in the middle of the room, looking terrified.

"George! George! You did it! You did it! It's OK, it's all OK now. Everything's going to be fine," the Doctor assured him but the dolls started moving towards the boy down the stairs, "No. No. No, no, no, no, no! George, you created this whole world. This whole thing, you can smash it! You can destroy it!" but the boy shook his head in fear, "Something's holding him back. Something's holding him back. Something..." he then recalled the fact that George had been afraid upon meeting him because he thought he was being sent away, "That's what did it. That's what the trigger was," the Doctor turned for the other man, the adoptive father of the boy who was in reality an alien, "He thought you were rejecting him. He thought he wasn't wanted. That someone was going to come and take him away."

Avalon and Rory looked down at the boy who was trembling with fear as the dolls moved towards him, "Doctor, they're getting closer to him, why are they doing that?" she looked between the two men.

"Well, we...we talked about it," Alex began.

"Yeah, and he heard you, Alex. A Tenza's sole function is to fit in, to be wanted, and you were rejecting him," the Doctor frantically tried to make the man see the point.

"You were rejecting your own son?" Avalon frowned and looked back at Rory, "See, this is exactly why I didn't want to look for my birth mother," she muttered and missed the look Rory did to the side.

"We just couldn't cope. We needed help!" Alex continued and glanced back at George.

"Oh, great," Rory was once again fighting off remaining dolls from them.

"Yes, but George didn't know that. He thought you were rejecting him. He still thinks it," the Doctor pointed down to the oncoming dolls for the boy.

"But how can we keep him? How can we? He's not..." Alex began but stopped to look back at George again, seeing the dolls surrounding him.

"Not what?"

"He's not...human."

"No..."

"DAD!" they heard George shout from below.

Alex pushed the large scissors to the Doctor and ran down the stairs, pushing away the dolls nearing him. He was able to take George from the dolls and hugged him, "Whatever you are, whatever you do, you're my son. And I will never, ever send you away. Oh, George. Oh, my little boy."

"Dad," George sniffled and hugged him back.

"What's happening...?" Avalon looked around as a bright, white light took over the place.

Next thing they knew, she, Rory and Amy were back on the lift that was opening its doors to a sunny morning. The three stepped out, shaken by what had happened, but none more confused than Amy wa.

"Was I...?" she questioned as they stepped out the lift.

"Yeah," Rory nodded.

Avalon hugged Amy from behind in gratitude and relief of the events that had happened. Amy looked at Rory and smiled at the action before hugging Avalon back. Yeah, she was a grandmother, a grandparent, but she was doing a very good job.

~ 0 ~

Eventually, the Doctor found his companions all sitting on a low brick wall. Avalon saw him first and jumped out of her spot, running up to him in a big hug and a surprise kiss. The Doctor held her tightly for a minute, taking in the guilt he felt for putting her in danger again. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried, it never worked out.

"I'm so sorry," he pressed a kiss to her hair.

"Don't do that," Avalon warned and pulled away. "Don't do that because you have something bigger to deal with right now."

"What is it?" He quickly looked over to Amy and Rory, thinking they'd gotten hurt but instead they were nervous...nervous for him.

Avalon was glaring daggers at him just before she pushed him away. "Tell me, when you mentioned that French mistress you knew so well...you forgot to mention the part where you snogged her!"

The Doctor was stunned at the accusation but he soon realized where, oh where, she could've possibly learned that. He turned the dagger-glare onto Amy and Rory. "You are dead to me, Ponds."

"It was her! I didn't do anything!" Rory pointed at Amy who gaped at how quickly he sold her out.

"You traitor!" She got up and moved for the TARDIS, prompting Rory to do the same.

"You did it!"

Avalon groaned at the pair and continued her own battle with the Doctor. "You are such a liar!"

"I did not lie! I just...omitted some parts!"

"That's lying! You liar! Don't expect me to kiss you anytime soon!"

The Doctor rubbed his face in frustration. "Why are we even giving this the time of day? It doesn't matter! You weren't even born when that happened!"

Avalon waved him off and turned for the TARDIS. "Oh, sure, use that excuse!"

"It's not an excuse! It's literally what happened!"

"Sure!"

"Oh my God..." The Doctor had to take in a deep breath before following her. She was incredibly crazy but then he heard the argument her grandparents were having inside the TARDIS and he realized Avalon never stood a chance. "You're all crazy," he mumbled under his breath then put on his best smile for his grumpy Ava. He'd have to apologize (even if she really hadn't been born yet) but it would be a fun time afterwards. "Ava, my Ava..." he went towards her.

"Leave me alone!" She snapped but he just laughed.

Author's Note:

I loved writing that ending because it's so stupid but so in-character for Avalon xD. I also really like this chapter because it kind of focuses on the Ponds this time around, all of them! P.S I also loved writing the little interrogation moment from Avalon and 11. It was hilarious!

Next chapter is an original one and features the return of someone special! Anyone wanna take a guess? ;)

[rreader]

Heey, I'm new in all of this tumblr thingy but I've found your blog and I really love it! So I was wondering if maybe you could make a story about a girl that has been Bucky's best friend (besides Steve) since he got his memories back, and one night they get drunk at her place after a mission, but things get a little "out of control", so the days after that they have to decide what's going on with them and with their feelings?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x ReaderFandom: MCUWarnings: THE SMUT IS BACK PEOPLE

A/N: first of all, let me welcome you to tumblr!!! I hope you enjoy this hell we all call home lol. also, I’m really glad you enjoy my writing and hope you like what I made out of your request.

                                                           ***** 

“Sowhat do you say, boys? Drinks at my place?” you asked when youwalked over to them on the jet.

Themission was a success and you were all on your way back home now. 

Celebrations were in order.

Buckysmiled and nodded. “Sounds good.”

“I’dlove to, but I’m having a date tonight,” you literally beamed whenthe words came out of his mouth. He was your best friend, had beenfor ages and you just wanted him to be happy and find love again. Hewas slowly getting over Peggy. It had taken a long time, but he wasgetting there.

“Who’sthe lucky girl?” you sat down next to him, still smiling like anidiot.

Buckydidn’t listen anymore, way to distracted by your smile. You didn’tseem to notice.

“Youknow her. But that’s all I’m going to say. I want to make sure itworks out before I let you know who to kill when it goes wrong.”

Youkissed his cheek. “You know me so well.”

                                                        *** 

Buckyand you went straight to your apartment after you had landed.

Youhad ordered pizza and watched some crappy movie on TV.

Itwould’ve been a nice and relaxed day for both of you until you hadsaid those six words that would change your entire relationshipforever.

“Haveyou ever played strip poker?”

Hestopped drinking his beer mid sentence, bottle still on his lips andturned his head towards you.

“Itake that as a ‘no’ then,” before waiting for an answer on whether ornot he even wanted to play, you’ve already gone into the kitchen to getall the alcohol you had. “So the rules are simple. We play pokerbut instead of betting money, we bet our clothes.”

“Andyou want to play that because..?”

“It’sfun! And we need to rewind a little after that mission. I planned ongetting drunk with you tonight anyways. Might as well make it alittle more fun, right?”

Hegot up and went over to the table where you were setting everything up for the game.

“Before we start, Ijust want to let you know that I’ve trained quite alot since I became me again,” he sat down and grinned.

Youlaughed and sat down on the other side of the table. You were excited to see if he was telling the truth.

“Stoptalking and start playing, Barnes.”

                                              TwoHours Later

Youjust wanted a nice and fun evening with your best friend.

Butalcohol made you do things you normally wouldn’t.

Andright now, you wanted Bucky.

Hewas almost naked, only wearing his tight Calvin Klein boxers (verytight, by the way).

Youstill wore your shirt and underwear and were certain you’d win thisround as well, which is why you threw Bucky a seductive grin.

Helooked into his cards, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. Quite literally.

“Comeon, Barnes. Just give up already.”

Heignored you.

Thiswas taking way too long for your liking, so you got up and walkedaround the table, which made him finally look up to you.

“What?”

“Nothing,”you pulled your shirt over your head and thanked yourself for puttingon nice underwear earlier. Then you straddled him and as if out of an instinct, he placed his hands on your thighs.

“(Y/N)?”

“Pssssht,”only now did you realize how much alcohol was flowing through your bloodstream. But youcouldn’t care less. You felt him hardening under you and that was allthat mattered right now.

Youstarted to rub yourself against him and kissed him hard and sloppy.

Ifhe cared that it was sloppy, he didn’t show it, simply went with it.

Hethought about stopping you right there, which he probably should have done. Hedidn’t want to use you like that, but he couldn’t control himselfwhen you were sitting on top of him, moaning into the kiss and rubbing yourself in such a way against him.

Soinstead of doing something that would stop this, he stood up with youand placed one arm under your butt to hold you upright, with the other heswept all the poker stuff off the table and placed you on top of it.

Youbit his lip and grinned.

“Alwayswanted to have sex on that table,” he grinned as well and startedkissing your neck, while opening the strap of your bra, carefullypushing it down your shoulder and then kissing his way down to yourbreasts.

Youbent your back to give him better access and pushed his boxers downwith your feet.

Theway his penis sprang free gave you the rest and you pulled him backup, while you pushed your panties down with your other hand.

“Can’tdo it. I need you now.”

Hesmiled at how impatient you were and kissed you deeply when you felthim enter you. Very, very slowly.

Youboth moaned against each others lips, eyes closed and foreheadagainst forehead.

Despiteof you appreciating how soft he was at first, it wasn’t what you were lookingfor right now.

Youbit his earlobe.

“Takeme.”

He obliged, grabbed your thighs and raised them a little to fasten his pace with ease. Yourelaxed and leaned back until your back hit the table, enjoying thefeeling of Bucky slamming into you.

Youbent your back once more and bit your lip. He fit so perfectly andhit all the spots a man should hit every time he entered you. But youwanted so much more. You were drunk out of your mind so your inhibition level was pretty muchzero when it came to shame.

Youheld out your hands for him to pull you up and pushed him a little soyou could stand up and turn around. You bent your body once more, butthis time forward.

“Goddamnit, doll.”

Itdidn’t take long before you felt him inside you again, having an even fasterpace than before.

Younever had this kind of sex, but now that you did, you realized that you probably should.

Itwas fucking amazing.

Atleast right now it was.

                                           Thenext morning

“Ah,there you are, good morning, (Y/N),” Steve grinned and kissed yourcheek like you had the day before, but you immediately shoved himaway and pressed your index finger against your lips.

“Please.Lower your voice. Thank you.”

Fora moment he stared at you, then he laughed.

“Areyou having a hangover?”

“Mhhh,”you took an aspirin and washed it down with some water.

“Man,can’t wait to see Bucky. Where is he?”

Youfelt your cheek redden at the mention of the man that had fucked (yes, fucked definitely was the right word this time) you last night and turned around so he wouldn’tsee.

“Don’tknow. Sorry, gotta go. See you,” you rushed away as quickly aspossible.

Youstill remembered it all in detail and you couldn’t believe what you did. Imean, strip poker? And you were sober when you made that decision?!

Youwoke up with a naked Bucky behind you this morning and quickly left before hecould wake up.

Youcouldn’t face him without thinking about how he had grabbed your hair while he was doing you from behind and you weren’tready to talk about that yet. Or the next day. Or the day after that.

Butthe odds weren’t in your favor and you ran into him that same day inthe hallway

“Thereyou are.”

“Yep.Here I am,” you nervously laughed. “What’s up?”

Heseemed unsure on how to approach the topic.

“So..Last night.”

“Yeah..I know.”

Thenthe awkward silence hit you both. Neither of you knew what to say.

Whatwas there to say anyways?

Youhad evaded eye contact from the start, but when you finally did lookhim in the eyes it all came back and it didn’t take 10 secondsbefore he pushed you against the wall and kissed you hard.

Oneleg was already going around his waist and the second was followingsoon when he lifted you up.

Neitherof you seemed to realize that you were not alone and it only occurredto you when Peter and Tony walked around the corner and found you inthat state.

Peter,the teenager with all the hormones that he was, quickly turned aroundand excused himself, but Tony simply pulled out his phone and snappedsome pictures.

Onlywhen the flash hit you did you realize that your show was on display for pretty much everyone who wanted to see it and you quickly hopped back down.

Buckyshielded you with his body.

“Stark!”he didn’t raise his voice but there was a certain threat in it, soTony quickly retreated.

Youhad to laugh a little and your head fell back against the wall.

“Whatare we doing here, Bucky?”

Heturned to you.

“Idon’t know.”

Youshook your head a little when you stared into his beautiful eyes.

“Butmaybe we should find out.”

Youbit your lip and nodded after a minute of consideration.“I’d like that.”