#if you tell me to think of a green apple i'm not gonna be able to picture colour or rotate it or anything. but i know what apples look like

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got to page 344 (of 399) without gagging which is. impressive. considering.

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Twilight x Reader

Because he's my favorite and I'm biased and I said so

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"Alright, we're gonna stock up here and then keep heading south."

A collective groan went through the group. You hadn’t been able to sleep in a normal bed for what felt like ages. And Time's words only stretched that fact longer than it needed to be.

"Do we have a problem?"

"Nooooooo."

Time nodded in satisfaction while you got yourself ready to get food alongside Twilight, Legend and Wild.

Soon enough, you strolled down the streets, looking at the various stalls displaying meat, vegetables, fruit, and lots more.

"What should we get?" You asked Wild. He was the main cook, so his decision was final on the items you bought.

"We could use some meat, actually. And definitely milk, butter, and salt."

Legend and Twilight nodded along while Wild listed a few more things.

He turned to you. "We should split up and meet here again after we've got everything. I'll go with Legend to get the meat and salt. See ya later."

"W-wait!" You stumbled over your words with an embarrassed expression. That traitor. Wild knew about the huge crush you had on Twilight. You could strangle him for this stunt.

"Should we go?"

You blinked, and your eyes found Twilight, smiling at you. Blowing air out of your nose you nodded, smiling back, hiding a small blush. "Sure."

Even though you were more than nervous to be alone with the handsome hero, walking around with Twilight was calm and quiet.

A stark contrast to the chaos that always seemed present in the Chain as a whole.

It was nice for a change, and Twilight seemed to be in a good mood today, which was contagious, making you grin.

"You seem happy today. Any reason?" You glanced over at him.

"No. Just in a good mood." He paused a few seconds, looking at you. "You seem happier than normal as well. Do you have any reason?"

You shrugged, followed by an amused giggle. He didn't need to know it was him making you this giddy.

"No. Same as you I guess."

He nodded along, ears slightly tinted pink. "I like your smile. It's really pretty."

You almost stumbled. That was a compliment you didn't expect, but welcomed. A blush already creeping up your neck again.

Twilight stopped in front of a stall, displaying diary products. He glanced over at you, who was already pointing at a few bottles of milk and some packages of butter. The merchant happily nodding along to your order.

The green clad hero soon joined you, looking over your shoulder at the amount of items you got. It seemed like that would last you at least until you reached the next town.

"Anything else for the lady?" The merchant asked and eyed Twilight, who now stood behind you, putting a hand on your back.

"We could get some cheese as well?"

You nodded, your lips lifting yet again. "Good thought. I think we're running low on that, too. Thanks, Twi."

Now you were a few rupees poorer, but you had everything you needed.

"Your partner is a real catch, you know that, young man?" It was the merchant, smiling at Twilight gently.

After actually processing what he said, you looked at each other in shock.

"W-we're not."

"We're just-"

Twilight came to his senses first, nervously ruffling the back of his head, while you still stared at the vendor with wide eyes. "W-we're not in a relationship."

The salesman apologized. "I didn't know." He looked you up and down, then gave Twilight a onceover. "You'd make a nice couple though."

You, finally able to move your body again, thanked him and dragged Twilight away. Both of you with ears, the color of ripe apples.

"That was awkward." You mumbled.

"Tell me about it."

Relief filled you when you spotted Wild and Legend already waiting at the meeting point. The whole walk back, you and Twilight kept glancing at each other, instantly darting away your gazes when they met.

"There you are. What took you so long?" Legend looked at you two. "What happened? Did you guys run all the way here? You're both red in the face."

You glanced away from Twilight in mild panick, eyes directed to the ground, chewing on the inside of your cheek. "Let’s just go back. Time's probably already waiting for us."

With that, you darted away, Twilight hot on your heels while Legend and Wild exchanged confused glances, following with a shrug of their shoulders.

Having been busy running away from your internal problems, you didn’t notice a hole in the road, filled with mud.

And promptly, you slipped with a yelp, falling backwards, already prepared for the impact that never came.

You landed softly. In Twilights' arms. He had caught you just in time.

Now you were half laying, half standing in your crush's arms, your hands on his shoulders, his underneath your shoulderblades, and on your hip.

It almost looked like he had dipped you in a dance.

Staring wide-eyed at each other, neither one of you moved. Too busy drowning in each other's eyes until Legend's voice made both of your faces match his tunic.

"So... When's the wedding?"

Twilight almost let you fall, Wild and Legend snickering in the background.

Ignoring Legend and Wild, you let Twilight help you back up. Nervously wiping your hands dry on your pants.

"Thank you for catching me."

Twilight smiled, scratching the back of his head again. You found it to be very endearing. "Don't mention it."

He nodded forward, a silent question you answered with a nod, taking off toward where Time and the rest of the Chain was waiting. Leaving Wild and Legend behind. They followed with a sulky shout of "Wait for us!"

You giggled, eyeing Twilight again.

He looked back with an amused huff. "Hm?"

Crossing your hands behind your back, you gently bumped your hip into Twilights, your blush getting a few shades darker than before.

"I guess I fell for you."

[coffee-and-tea-time]

✿ Introduction to this nonense ✿

Fruit salad: the unexpected romance

Hi! coffee and tea speaking! this blog is purely to write and show all our silly thoughts, so let us speak a little of our main goofy story!

In this story, you are Tomato, a transfer student of the fruits school... yes, it was a surprise for you too, all your life believing you were a vegetable... But, in this school you will be able to make some friends too, right? right?

You meet a lot of interesting fruits here, but one seems to catch your eye more that the others, huh?

so, tell me, have you ever imagined a fruit otome game?

Let's be honest, there's so many bizarre otome games out there that you probably have

at least we have

we shall begin with...

✿ Character introduction:

Orange: they really should give me more vacations...

Coconut: don't get too close to me, freak

Lemon: tch, do whatever you want

Strawberry: yes, I know, I'm perfect, just admit it

Banana: everything's gonna be okay and if not, I'll help you out!

Tangerine: you don't know it yet, but we're already friends

Watermelon: the more the merrier, no matter which fruit you are

Melon:...huh

Green Apple: fruits like you are not worth my time...

Red Apple: we're not so different... I hope you can keep up with me

Pineapple: you're so...interesting, i could stare at you for hours

Green Grape: Shh! Don't rat me out to Mr. Orange!

Purple Grape: you have seen nothing~

Kiwi: Haha, you're very strange, I like it

Avocado: seems like our situation is similar, can we be friends?

Pear: I hope you're not having a hard time, in any case, I'll defend you!

Quite the characters, dont you think?

Yes, i think i already have my favorite..

But... arent we forgotting to mention someone, Tea?

Shush, don't rush it... it'll spoil the fun, coffee

images from pinterest

sorry for misspells, english isn't our first language

[reverthestarryeyed]

My second drawing that I actually put time and effort into

Keep in mind this is my second drawing ever, I'm new to drawing so don't expect something good.

Anyway, introducing my oc (I'll put the name later once I came up with one)

There's something about the hair and thighs that feels wrong, anyways

The Duke's introduction of my oc: The fifth one and probably the least threatening of the Lords, Master (again, I'll a put a name later once I've made one 😆), he's not well known around these parts since he doesn't come out of his forest in the outskirts of the village. Trust your instincts in that forest, there is something watching you and do be careful not to touch anything there

Medical Report:

My oc isn't local (as you can see from his clothing) to the village, I'm not exactly sure how he got there though.

As stated in the medical report -- his body is unstable, in the forest there's this tree where his body is inside. His body (or at least the forest that's connected to his body) is able to replicate different plants, fruits and vegetables within the forest. Don't eat it though, it's part of his body, he's quite literally one with nature, and everything has become part of him (i.e watermelons expanding and shrinking like breathing lungs, an apple beating like a heart, etc.).

He's probably the least threatening due to not fighting much, this is due to the fact he can feel what's happening in the urban area, so if someone were to slash a tree branch the entire forest will shake in agony since he can feel it. He can fight if need be, there is an entire forest (including most of the animals) at his disposal, and it's nigh on impossible for anyone to run and hide since he can feel, hear and see them.

He also has immense regeneration, as long as the main body is still intact then he should survive any damage caused (albeit the damage hurting like a mothe-)

Since his real body can't go anywhere (since he's basically a tree at this point) he created a puppet that looks like him, of course he still needs the puppet to be attached to him in order to be moved around. Now while in a "family" meeting I'm just imagining him sitting on top of a tree like a throne with the roots going everywhere, the longest ones leading back to the forest.

His monster form is a giant deer with green fur, branch-like antlers, glowing green eyes and legs (or is it calves?) that go from black to green (I'm gonna attempt to draw it one day)

Extra Info: I took a little inspiration from the Qilin when designing my character. As for his powers, I took inspiration from skin tags believe it or not. I also chose to give him plant-based abilities since I noticed the 4 Lords representing different types of horror, so I chose Natural/Eco Horror for my oc.

I'm also thinking of giving him the ability to mutate the animals and plants, but I'm not sure, tell me what you think

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Confusing Explanations

Chapter 8 "The Local Dead Kids"

School had just finished, I was waiting outside for no reason at all. I was in my own thoughts to even notice that a figure was standing right in front of me.

Hearing coughing is what made you snap out of your daydreaming state. You looked up and met the green eyes of Griffin. "Griffin?" I asked surprised.

He smiled cheekily at me, his nose bandaged up and all. "What are you doing here?!" I looked around at every angel furiously, hoping the boys weren't somewhere where they could see me.

"Well this is school right?" Pausing and staring back at him I said. "I know! I mean, what are you doing here!" Pointing at where we are right now.

If the boys saw him near me, who knows what would happen. He could end up dead and I really don't need that right now.

He raised an eyebrow at my behaviour. "Don't worry. Bruce and Billy went to their Baseball practice, Vance went to the Grab n Go, Robin went to Billy's house to study for his English class"

Don't tell me he stalked them all, maybe that's why they don't like him? Speaking of which. "Why don't they like you huh?" No answer. "Well if you're not gonna answer, leave." I stated impatiently, tapping my foot in the ground.

He sighed and said "let's go" "Go where?" He cracked another huge grin "your house. I'll explain there" not sure I said "And how do I know you're not gonna kidnap me?"

He laughed historically at this and hugged his stomach "trust me! I've been kidnapped before, let's just say, I would've dressed more creepily to kidnap you" scoffing I pulled him along with me towards my house, hopefully my parents won't mind.

~

Arriving at my house, I opened the door and walked in. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" I called out, pushing Griffin inside and closing the door, I looked confused.

Going to the kitchen I told Griffin to follow me. Going towards the counter I immediately frowned, at the sight of a white piece of paper, and writing.

Reading the note I scrunched it up and threw it into the bin. "What's wrong?" Griffin asked obviously noticing the present frown. Shaking my head I said "nothing" with a sigh.

"They just went on another long business trip...." Griffin tilted his head, confused to why you'd be upset about it, most kids love having the house to themselves.

"Why are you sad?" You opened the fridge and grabbed an apple, slamming the door shut. "Because it's always been like this, we never really have a day where we are all together" Griffin didn't push further, getting the hint it was a personal and touchy subject.

"Anyways...Talk ginger boy, or else I'm throwing you out on the streets with the cats." Sitting on a stall he leaned over the counter, making direct eye contact. Which made you blush a little from the closeness.

"It's because..." he looked to the side, you got impatient and hit him on the head "hurry up!" He raised his hands up in defence "calm down! Because I didn't help Finney." Ok now you were even more confused "what? Sorry but I'm not following"

"Let's just say, the main reason they hate me is because of you. They don't want me to be hanging out with anyone who's a friend of them or are dating them." He chuckled and smirked.

"But THAT can't even happen. No one wants to or are able too. You're just special. And they've definitely taken a liking to you if you've already survived a day" Uhm. I don't know if I should be taking this as a compliment or not?

"Is that good?" "No." He quickly replied. His eyes turned dark, the thoughts he had running through his mind, weren't pretty at all. "It's better if you keep your guard up." What in the.

This just confuses me even more, and he expects me to understand what he means. Reading my mind he laughed quietly. "Just wait. You'll see what I mean when it's too late" with that he stood to his full height, smiled at me and walked out of the door.

I'm actually gonna kill one of these assholes. They be acting all weird and, and crazy. Walking out of my house like that!? Who the hell does he think he is!? A king?

Walking to go upstairs to my room, I heard a knock on my door. Who could it be? Opening the door I saw no one. Wow, so now we're ding dong ditching my house, huh?

Rolling my eyes I went to shut the door, until I caught a glimpse of a picture on the ground. Picking it up, the photo seemed to be way too old. Taking a closer look at the photo, I seen 6 bags?

Huh? Looking around my house for anyone, I seen no one near. Uhhh ok. Deciding to just go back inside, I closed the door and went up to my room. Putting the photo on my makeup dresser.

I'm so bored. Walking around my room, I decided to go out for a walk. Maybe JJ want to come with me?

~

Knocking on the door of the Maybanks family, I waited. About 1 minute later JJ arrived with a bed head. "Yo- Oh y/n? What's up?" He asked still seemingly tired, as he had rubbed his eyes.

"Wanna come on a walk with me?" JJ looked like he'd seen a ghost. "No! I'm too tiredddd!" Really? HES tired? Flipping him off I said "fine go back to being lazy!" "Gladly." With tha he shut the door in my face.

W-I'm gonna MURDER someone. I thought stomping my way down his driveway. Folding my arms over my chest, with an irritated expression, I walked along the sidewalk.

I swear boys are so confusing sometimes, and really REALLY annoying. At least Finn ain't that bad. But the others?! Oh oh Ohhhh! That's another goddamn story.

2nd day, and I'm already causing chaos. How amazing and cliché, new girl at the school whose friends with five boys and starts causing drama.

Typical. Pulling out my music player, I plugged some headphones in and started listening to music while I walked.

Maybe if I had just stayed in Outer Banks, things would've been normal...

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Hi Big Bro !

For the ask, what about : 3, 7, 10, 18, 19, 36 and 39 ?

Take your time to answer ! Hope you have a good day/evening/night 💖

LIL BRO I missed you in my asks too 🥺 ! I'll answer under the cut !

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed ?

Of course it is cursed. It starts with a white page of google docs. Then I can spend hours or days until I write something. Usually it's a -, followed by a list of miscleanous stuff : quotes, "I want them to kissy kissy umbrella shared ;w; !", sets of clothes to describe, ANYTHING. And then I organise it. It takes so little time. Then I give up, since I'm satisfied. Then it haunts my dreams until I open the page turned WIP. And then I write 20k in 5h or so and I post it UNPROOFED and I let you read while I sleep or go to work. I don't even check the reactions afterwards, I'm that mother who doesn't look at the crying baby but is just happy it isn't inside anymore I'm so sorry.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing ?

That's gonna be a weird one, but : feeling. Feeling stuff I never felt in real life or on the contrary writing about raw unrestrained feelings I got to experience. Even weirder : panic attacks make me so much more able to write angst and characters losing it because I know what it is. I know what bounds are like, I know what love feels like for I cherish a few selected people, but as an aro/ace I don't love that way. That's why I feel so happy writing about feelings, all kind of them.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you ? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you ?

Oh I get haunted a LOT. Daydreams, dreams, little bits of dialogues running through my head at work, a song making me jolt because it'd be perfect... that's why I do lists before writing, it's like vacuuming all these haunting parts and create a puppet out of it for you to see. I perceive that as "this is something worth writing and showing to the world", it's a green light and a good omen !

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

"There are two things that make the God of Winter feel alive : the pure unrestrained happiness to see his children and the pure unrestrained pleasure to know deep down that he isn’t the one who suffers the most."

I'd rather use an original work for this one if you'll allow me. This glimpse of Léviatha'n's crooked sense of joy if both a foreshadowing (of what will happen because of him in Esporys) and a mirror shot from Aleksiel in He Who Rules Above the Snow ("His sleep was fit for he knew the turmoil he caused in his close family's minds, and their toss and turns turned into wicked lullabys soothing his heart.").

At first it was more straightforward, showing only Léviatha'n's malignity but it didn't work : Léviatha'n is both extremes, the dead quiet mirror sea and the tide tearing everything apart. He had to be balanced by something equally unbalanced which is the love for his children. Just like Zaga'n is everything to Suzak, Lantide and Léviath are everything for Léviatha'n and the wicked sense of pleasure he gets out of Suzak's endless mourning comes back to bite him when his children die in front of him. Did he learn anything from it ? Of course not, the sea doesn't learn to evade people to avoid suffering, it only restore the bodies to shore sometimes. That was the feeling I wanted for him and I think it turned out well !

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start ? Why did you start ? Were there bumps along the way ? Where are you now and where are you going ?

I started when I was 5 or 6. My childhood wasn't really a happy one, so instead I wrote stories of things that didn't happen to me to brighten it : winged bunnies hopping next to the bus like dolphins do close to boats, imaginary friends I was the only one able to see who laughed as they stole apples from the neighbour's tree with me, ... my father always indulged me in these fantasies, my mother way less.

There have been a few bumpses like right now because I am drained from work and just WISH I could chill and do nothing, slowing down all my creative process. I also had a few in middleschool when I became terrified of writing, one of my bullies reading texts she found aloud for everyone to laugh at me.

I have two solid novels I can share with the world though, a visual novel planned and many novels to write about the lore of the Life Marble, stories of unconsequential characters to show their daily life, insights of the Gods' minds, diaries found after the End, ... I also started drawing to be able to give my characters some realness. Will I be able to do it ? Wait and see !

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know ?

I know of loss, grief and not belonging. I know of secrets unshared gnawing at your insides and invasive thoughts. Of the fear of lies colliding between two worlds you tried to keep separate. Of panic attacks of being too much and too less at the same time, of blaming looks and punching walls and yelling to get people to look at me. I know of being put aside because I asked for basic decency.

I also know of softness and joy, of shared looks and desires, of joined hands kissed softly under an apple tree. I know of aspirations, of setting a clear way and being patted on the back after offering the word they needed or a hot chocolate. I know of the silent gratitude in shared looks after discovering someone did something for you the way you wanted it done.

I know of baby steps and the pride of keeping balance when everything starts to tip. I know of taking commands or receiving them without arguing, because sometimes people should really let their ego aside and stop feeling attacked out of thin air. I know of putting myself first, saying no and biting back too.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up ?

Writing is as necessary as breathing for me. It comes easily, trained since childhood, and no matter the support or the time I'll always be able to do it. I am tired but will still write a description of a peculiar plant in my lore or find a new way to sign documents for Aksel. Because you don't need to write 450 pages to be writing. Just like reading comics is still reading, roleplaying, creating charasheets and lore is still writing.

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23 - Beliefs Heart

Part 24

His Golden Princess

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Running into Skull rock I halted in my tracks seeing Henry holding his golden glowing heart in his hand standing beside Pan. Gripping my sword in my hands I glared at Pan not seeing Rumple anywhere. He went inside first but no is nowhere to be found. "You trapped him didn't you." I growled seeing a black box on the floor.

"I gave him a choice and he was stupid enough to believe it was true. Now you my darling. You do have a choice stay with me and rule." Pan smirked resting a hand on Henry's shoulder. "Stay here with me and Henry."

Raising my sword up I shake my head no focusing my attention to my nephew. "Henry, he isn't the good guy. If he truly was don't you think your grandfather would be here. Please listen to me."

"I am trying to be a hero just like when you and I ate the posion apple. Aunt Astrid this is my choice." Henry declared shoving his heart inside Pan. "I have to save magic."

Seconds after a green flash of magic blasted all of us onto our backs except Pan. Henry's body fell to the floor while I ran grabbing the black box. I started to wave my hand over it but I clutched my hand into a fist wanting the dang cuff off. Pan lowered himself to the ground so I grabbed my sword stabbing it into his chest near his heart. He grunts but I knew he wouldn't die since being in Neverland makes him immortal like Rumple with his dagger. "Take this off right now or I will rip Henry's heart out of your chest this instant!" I bared my teeth showing him the black cuff.

"Oh my dear, Astrid. You're fire warms my heart. Although a simple please from your beautiful face would have done the trick." Pan smirked where I removed the sword tripping him with his leg. He falls on his back before I pressed my sword against his throat making him choke a little.

"You've got exactly three seconds, Pan. Give me my magic back right now!" I bared my teeth until he grabbed the cuff ripping it off. I get blasted back and hit Neal causing us to both fall on our backs.

Pan levitates himself up in the air smirking down at me where Neal helps me to stand on my feet again. "It is a joy to know that one follows the light and the other falls down into the darkness." He flies off where I get dizzy falling unconscious in Neal's arm dropping my sword in my left hand.

Blinking my eyes opened I lifted my head up seeing that I am laying on one of the beds below the ships deck. Someone spoke gently grabbing my shoulder. "Astrid, you're alright-" I cut them off raising a fire ball out of my right hand releaved to have my magic back in my control. I met the gaze of Neal staring at me.

Closing my hand the flame dies when he starts speaking again knowing I won't hurt him. "I'm glad to see your awake. Emma was worried about you."

"How's Henry. Did Pan get away?" I asked grabbing his freehand in mine instantly.

Neal shakes his head helping me out of the bed and onto the deck with everyone else. "He's safe. There's something I need your help with though." At my feet sits the black box that Rumple was trapped inside. "I need you to open it."

"How will that work for me. I thought that only works through blood magic." I explained raising a brow to his son who hands me the black box.

"Look you and my father had this weird soulmates bond thing at least that's what Henry told me before all this happened. So I think you should be able to free him. If not I'll do it." Neal steps back where I waved my freehand over the box. It opens revealing a string of red smoke that transformed into Rumple's form.

Rumple gasped throwing his arms around me and Neal immediately. "Bae. Astrid." Neal hugged his father back. "Papa."

"I told you I wasn't gonna hurt the boy." Rumple told him intertwining his hand with mine.

Neal nodded making me pout my face. "I know, I'm sorry. Why didn't you tell me Pan was your father?"

"Because I didn't want you to know I was as bad a father as he was. Because we're both the same; me and him. Because we both abandoned our sons." Rumple looked disappointed at his son until I smacked him upside the head with a glare.

His son hugged him happy. "No, you're not the same. You came back for me, Papa."

"God you're alright. Now we can save dad from the dreamshade arrow poison that struck his chest." My sister wrapped her arms around me in a gentle hug. Wrapping my arms around her neck I smiled until I registered her words.

Eyeing my parents and my sister in annoyance I throw my hands up in the air frustrated. "I'm sorry why am I the last one to know everything exactly. When was someone going to tell me dad might die!"

"Astrid honey - all that matters now is that we can be a family-" I smacked my mother's hand that reaches out feeling betrayed that they weren't going to tell me.

Dad looked to me with a sad expression when I don't go to hug him. "Save your reasons the three of you. I guess the second child doesn't get the special secrets treatment like the first huh."

"What's wrong?" Neal's voice breaks the intense silence that had fallen over the pirate ship. Whipping my head over my shoulder I saw Rumple's face which was concerned before he grabbed my hand teleporting us inside one of the bunkhouse rooms. Pan has a hold of Henry trying to take his heart.

Rumple waved his hand creating the black magic trapping Pan inside. "Blood magic works both ways, Father."

"I can't wait until we're home and we don't have to worry about him anymore." Laying my head on his shoulder he draped his arm over. Kissing my forehead and teleporting us back up top with the others.

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The Dark Team (part 10)

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Warnings: adorable jerks.

As the sun finally came up (for what it felt like an eternity, a night with seven nights inside of it), you rubbed your eyes and greeted your teammates, who somehow were both already up and having breakfast.

“I was wondering when would you join us”, said Loki, covering his mouth with the manners of a Prince while eating a piece of something. “Barnes made dessert for breakfast”, pointed out more amazed than reproachful.

“Desert?”, you laughed. “A cake?”.

“Yes”, said Loki, very sure of himself, and Bucky rolled his eyes and chuckled, correcting him.

“It’s a pancake, Loki. It’s a normal breakfast in Midgard”.

“Actually, probably just in this country”, you added. “What do you normally have in Asgard?”. As you chattered, you started getting ready and fixing your hair, stealing a piece of pancake from Bucky’s plate. “Wow, I didn’t know you could cook. It’s actually great”, you said, tasting a mouthful.

“Well, as in Midgard’s nordic areas, back home it’s often fruit and bread, or porridge with dried fruits” he recalled distracted, and immediately interrupted himself with “are we not supposed to alert the rest of this?”.

“About Buck knowing how to cook? Yeah, I’m impressed, we should tell everyone”.

“I guess we should’ve told them yesterday, instead of going to sleep”, said Bucky, ignoring you. “Only God knows where that supersoldier is now”.

“I don’t, actually”.

“I didn’t mean... nevermind”, he sighed. “I'm calling Stark and let’s hope we don’t get too yelled at”.

You recalled yesterday’s events. You had so many dreams, you could barely remember being awake at all. First, the bearded man’s nightmare. Then, something about… the compound? Then, you remembered distinctly, Loki speaking Old Norse begging Thor about something. You remembered the phonetic of the words, but they were all gibberish now. Then, a last dream, something about buying rotten apples and being forced to eat them by Thanos. Your imagination surely was active on the nights.

Loki seemed paler than usual as he stared at you, without even blinking.

“What?”, you snapped him out of your head.

“You dreamt with me?”, he muttered, getting up and cleaning his plate with a snap.

"I also dreamt with Thanos".

“Don’t get too attached, I’ll be back to Asgard soon”, he promised, or alerted. Intentions unclear.

“I’m not attached”, you protested. You thought he’d smirk or be the smug idiot he usually was. He didn’t. Instead, he looked unsettled; disturbed even. “I didn’t dream with you on purpose, it was probably because of yesterday’s thing”.

“What thing?”, peeped in Bucky. “Oh no, did you two fuck?”.

“I didn’t let them die, big deal. I was just saving myself the amount of annoyance it would be to have Stank on my neck all week long if your blood was sort of in my hands”.

“Sounds like a lot of deflecting emotions to me, buddy”, said Bucky, and you chuckled.

“He’s just embarrassed he saw himself cry in one of my dreams from last night”, you mocked. He got up and you didn’t get to see his face, but presumed it would hold something near a death threat.

“You two have an intense bonding experience and decide to concentrate on it with more insults? You know, this is why you’re single”, added Bucky.

“It wasn’t a bonding experience”, you said, cutting-glass sharpness in your gaze.

“I’m not single”, corrected Loki at the same time, with an equally whetted voice.

Both Bucky and you looked at him with plate-wide eyes, waiting for him to elaborate. He didn’t. Neither of you asked, but surely shared a fair amount of desire to gossip about it. Oh, how much you wished to be able to tell Bucky about Loki re-reading Hamlet to reminisce about his beloved. But there was a line you wouldn’t cross in there; you knew where to stop.

“Mr. Stark”, you called through the earbud, “you there, sir?”.

“Painfully”, he answered. You connected the earbud to your phone and held it on speaker, so the rest of the team could join. “Tell me more about what I’m gonna yell at you three about”.

As you walked him through (almost) every event in the past twenty four hours, you could feel how his hands traveled all the way up to his face, and had to hold in a few sighs of disgust and utter hate towards… Well, you weren’t sure towards what, exactly.

“Are we grounded, dad?”, spat Loki with sarcasm.

“Listen, Rock Of Ages, if I could, I’d have you in a prison cell still to this day. Don’t push any buttons”.

“Come on, it’s been, what, nine years since he last fucked up something in here?” you defended him, not quite sure why. Loki grew nervous as Tony laughed obnoxiously at him.

“Sure. He didn’t keep fucking things up in here after that”.

“I can assure you I didn’t. How Odin manages his deals with Midgard does not concern me”, explained Loki, and you frowned at the mention of that name. Of course, Loki Odinson. That was where that name resonated from. Besides the Mythology. Though you weren't sure until where those stories were true or not; in there, Loki wasn't even Thor's brother.

“Going back to your current screw up, what happened to the civilians you frightened in the process? I imagine they didn’t realize about the new supersoldiers”.

“They should be extremely blind or idiotic to not have noticed, since the soldier jumped out of nine floors and survived”, answered Loki, looked at you up and down, and kept going “so, no. They have probably slept on it”.

“Wait, what?”.

“What?”.

“Nine floors? Pretty sure Capsicle and Barnes wouldn’t survive that either”.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”, you asked, concerned.

“I’m afraid so. Loki and Bucks won’t cut it, especially when we don’t know the number of new super-supersoldiers out there. And you’re coming back to the compound, directing the mission from the distance”.

“Are you kidding? I’m fine here. I’m all levels of mean, you said it yourself”.

“You’re too young and inexperienced in combat for these kinds of things, and they have special genetic advantages in their bodies, you know, the serum”, explained Tony as you rolled your eyes. But you understood exactly what he meant, and in fact, you agreed. “Do you understand?”.

“Yes; supersoldiers and Gods only”.

“Good kid. Now, Teleporting Popsicle, would you mind taking there with you the rest?”.

With an overly dramatic sigh, Loki vanished behind a party of green lights and reappeared in a matter of seconds in the same spot, holding carelessly Thor and Steve’s arms. Thor, for obvious reasons, was unfazed by the trip. Rogers, on the other hand, seemed about to throw up. There wasn’t anything balance would help with when your cells are reconfigurated inside and out in a fraction of a second. How the hell did he do all of that? You knew it was magic, but it still wouldn’t stop you from being absolutely astonished by it.

Loki arranged his hair behind his ears and locked eyes with you, followed by his typical smugly smile and a “thank you”, as if you were praising him in your thoughts. Oh, wait.

“I didn’t say anything”, you retorted, hoping to maintain at least a drop of pride left.

“You thought I was impressive”. You were going to correct him but realized that absolutely astonished was even worse.

“And since when do you offer gratitude?”.

“In case you wonder, yes, they’ve been like this the whole mission. You’ll get used to it”, said Bucky to Steve and Thor.

They started arranging their things and got updated as thoroughly as they could. Meanwhile, you stood exactly where you were the following ten minutes, absorbed in your own thoughts. Once you snapped out of them, Loki was still staring at you, standing in the same place too.

“What?”.

“I hate to break it to you, but…”.

“What?”.

“I’m your best option”.

“You’re my what?”.

“Your best option”.

“You’re not giving much context”.

“You’re going back to the compound. I figured you’d think about the mission or something about it for the past ten minutes you were zoned out, but apparently you only have room to think about how terrified you’re of that quinjet”.

Your palms got sweaty and a shiver ran through your spine by the only thought of remembering how heights felt under your feet, and how a simple machine wouldn’t stop you from landing on water and drowning, or crushing against a building and being burned to the bones until all you become is dust and…

“Hello? You’re spiraling again”, he snapped you back. “It’ll be just a blink. You won’t even notice”.

“Uh-uh. No, I’m not doing that. I’m waiting for whatever Tony sends to come and get me”.

“You’ll feel terrible”, he said, and he was right. For a moment, you considered accepting his offer. “And I’m the best”. His humble offer.

“I’m sure you are, but it’s not my best option”.

He sighed.

“Will you allow me to teleport you or not?”.

“Heavens, no”.

“Alright, you little stubborn human mortal”.

“Long nickname, you better come up with a shorter one”.

“Like what?”.

“I don’t know, something that bothers you. I’m not the one supposed to make your insults towards me”.

“Let me think”, he said, looking around the room. His gaze landed on the still unwashed plate of Bucky’s breakfast. “Pancake”.

“Not... that’s not an insult”.

“Why? They’re too sugary. They rot your teeth”.

“Yeah, but it’s not derogatory”.

“Fucking pancake”.

“It doesn’t cut it”.

“But what’s wrong with my pancake?”.

“It’s actually a pet name. You know, like the ones we said when we were in...”, but apparently that was all a distraction (of course, he was the God of Lies, after all), and when you were already thinking about how to explain to him why he shouldn’t call you pancake, he stood in front of you and held you by both sides of the arms, surrounding you almost completely, holding you still.

And just as he said, a blink later you were in the compound, perfectly fine. Peter and Tony greeted you as he pulled out and you stood there in shock. So, you really just needed some stabilization to not die in the intricate process of teleportation. Just before stepping away from you, he leaned over your shoulder and his whisper made your ear ticklish, saying “you’re welcome” with a grin. You didn’t look at him.

You started to gather all your stuff; papers, maps, laptops, and getting ready for the planning of the following steps of the mission as fast as you could, until you realized Loki was still there, and Tony and Peter were waiting for you. For what, you weren’t sure.

“Aren’t you going?”, you asked Loki.

“No, I’m staying, apparently”.

“Why?”.

“That’s what Stark was thinking, I don’t know”.

“Hey, Elsa, don’t read my mind, would you?”, snapped Tony. He was about to explain himself, but you kept talking to Loki, cutting his words.

“What’s wrong with you that you read everyone’s thoughts all the time? You know how unethical that is? It’s invasive”.

“You say that because you think slow”.

“Untrue, I’m actually a very fast thinker”.

“How would you know? You’ve never read anyone’s minds so, how could you possibly…?”.

You stopped dead on your tracks, and didn’t listen to what he was saying. That phrase. That exact phrase you dreamt with. The darkness. It was the exact same voice of the darkness, you remembered. It wasn’t darkness, it was his voice. Were you just imagining things? Too suggestionated? Definitely. How could you dream with something you’ve never heard before?

“Sorry to interrupt, you two seem to be having a long, unnecessary and avoidant conversation that could be resumed in three tiny words, as you did all mission long” interfered Tony, sick of listening to you two. Loki was observing you as heedful as he could; your thoughts had caught his attention. You couldn’t read his face. “So, I’m gonna cut it shortly”.

“What?”, you went back to reality. You needed to actively ignore Loki’s gaze on you to actually pay any mind to Tony’s words.

“The rest of the team has another mission, and both Peter and you are technically still kids…” and as soon as you opened your mouth to argue, he shut it “no, don’t interrupt me. You know I’m right. So, I can’t leave you two alone for the entire week”.

“Oh”, you understood. Peter’s innocent eyes shone at the idea. Yours, not so much. “So, Loki is our babysitter”.

“Yes”, said Loki, while Tony answered “No” at the same time.

"What about Happy?", asked Peter.

“I think we can manage perfectly on our own. Besides, what makes you think he’s more responsible than me?”.

“He’s an adult”.

“He’s seventeen in human years, and fucked a horse”.

“Wow, someone has been stalking my mythology”.

“If you two quarrel too much, Peter will tell me and I’ll be back with Clint Barton in charge of you three. So you better behave. Alright, I’m leaving”.

“Wait! What are the rules?”, asked Peter. You grabbed your face and Loki muttered what a damn nerd.

“Eh, don’t burn down the compound, I don’t know, kid”, said Tony getting inside his bright red suit.

“The bar is on the floor. Let’s play macarena”, you whispered.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Hello! I love your writing! I'm gonna send five prompts, I hope at least one of them inspires you and you have fun with them. Prompt #1: Wang Lingjiao (Wen Chao's mistress) interacting with Meng Yao in Nightless City, can be a ship but not necessarily (I... guess you could count shipping it as infidelity towards Wen Chao??? so def don't write ship if it makes you uncomfortable). Preferably WLJ pov, with her making numerous not always accurate assumptions about Meng Yao's role at Wen Ruohan's court, maybe sort of assuming he is to WRH what she is to WC and therefore approaching him with something like ~camaraderie (whether MY plays along or laughs her off I will leave to you)

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Friends were a luxury that Wang Lingjiao had never been well-off enough to have, not when her tenuous position might be lost at any minute by a pair of seductive eyes or a new (not better) pair of tits, but it wasn’t like she was totally without any fellow feeling.

“Well done,” she said to the boy with Nie braids in his hair like he thought it’d make him something he wasn’t.

He blinked, surprised, and fixed her with the same pleasant, competent, I’m-here-for-your-pleasure smile that she’d seen him use on everyone else. “Lady Wang, whatever do you mean?”

Wang Lingjiao rolled her eyes. Sure, he wasn’t doing anything more stunning than getting himself some off-hours food from the kitchens, same as her, but there was no way he didn’t know what she meant. 

He knew. Oh, he knew.

“For selling something else,” she clarified, and saw the darkness creep into that bright and clear gaze he was always pretending with, hiding behind; he couldn’t deny that he knew exactly what she was saying now. Personally, she’d rather be on her back in Wen Chao’s bed than helping out in the Fire Palace, but it was the principle of the thing. “And drop the ‘lady’ shit while we’re in the Nightless City. There’s no point in pissing off Lady Ma.”

His face didn’t give away any obvious tells, like eyebrows shooting up or eyes going wide, but she could feel that he was surprised. “You – care about that?”

Ma Liyuan was Wen Chao’s wife, officially, and Wang Lingjiao’s official job was as her maid, except of course she didn’t do any maid stuff because she was too busy fucking Wen Chao. Still, she would have thought that this Meng Yao character would know better.

“Born in a brothel, were you?” she guessed, and his face closed up. “Don’t be so squeamish. She told me to do it, of course. If she can’t keep him, better that she control him through me than let someone from the outside sink their claws into him. Doesn’t mean she wants it rubbed in her face or anything, though.”

It wasn’t an uncommon story, and he nodded slowly as she went to pick out some food – she could get better fare when she ate with Wen Chao, of course, but he liked the illusion of her being dainty and pristine, as if you could get tits like hers without having a decent meal on the regular, and so she supplemented in private.

“Someone told me you were from Yingchuan,” he said from behind her. “Yingchuan Wang sect.”

“I am,” she said, tearing at the flesh of an apple with her teeth. “What, the intonation didn’t give me away?”

“It’s not that,” he said. “I thought – Yingchuan Wang is a cultivation sect.”

Gentry, he meant. 

“Sure is,” Wang Lingjiao said, and her lips twisted in derision. “What, did you think it was all fun and games after you get brought across the threshold? Did your mother fill your head with dreams of your legitimate father sweeping in and buying your freedom and hers, setting her up in a nice little courtyard and you in disciple robes, then seeing your merit and giving you the respect you deserve?”

He was quiet. Brothel girls, she thought to herself. Always the same old tune.

“My mother was a whore, too, only she did get brought in as a concubine,” she said. “Nice and official, past the threshold and everything. The official wives hated her, of course: shorted her on firewood in the winter and water in the summer, always gave her the worst pieces of cloth to make clothing and no allowance to buy anything else, gave us incense that’d give you itches and food that gave you the runs.”

“That happens everywhere,” he said.

“She got that nice little courtyard,” Wang Lingjiao said. “It even had a nice little gateway to the outside world – not for her to go out, mind you, that wouldn’t be proper for an official concubine. But it worked perfectly well for men to come in, with all the earnings flowing to the family coffers.”

She laughed at the expression on his face.

“It’s one pimp or another,” she told him. “Men always want something from you, always, don’t you know that? And when they think you’re already dirty, they don’t think too hard about what they’re asking. I was born inside the door to a proper legitimate father, never spent a day of my life in a brothel, and they still sold me out just the same as any madam – no, worse. The stuff these righteous bastards ask for is always ten times worse.”

“Worse?” he echoed.

“Isn’t it?” she asked him. “Even a whore that’s lost her charm still doesn’t have to do much more than lie on her back and spread her legs, but look at you – look at me. Running around catering to their every need, doing every nasty deed that they don’t want to do because that’s all we’re good for in their eyes.”

He grimaced.

“I’m in charge of getting new women for A-Chao’s bed, when he’s in the mood for variety,” Wang Lingjiao said. “And for getting rid of any accidents that might happen later, my own or others’. The Wen clan doesn’t believe in them, if you understand me; if he wants kids, he’ll get them through Lady Ma or nobody. And if a woman turns him down, it’s my job to punish her, or else he’ll start saying I don’t care enough, that I’m looking elsewhere…”

She laughed and took a bite of some pork.

“I’d do it anyway, of course,” she said, chewing. “All those little bitches that think they’re better than me, it’s a pleasure to knock them down to size. And surprise, surprise, once they don’t have their looks, suddenly they’re more than happy to come around begging at A-Chao’s door to see what they can get, since now the righteous ones don’t want them anymore…Peel off all that shiny exterior and it’s all the same underneath.”

Meng Yao didn’t like what she was saying, she could tell. Not that she cared.

“Find yourself a fool,” she advised him. “A-Chao’s not bad to me, all things considered. I’ve been by his side for a few years now and his tastes are pretty run-of-the-mill, not like his brother or his father; a bit of ego stroking - ooh, you’re so strong, so capable, I’ve never seen anyone as big as you, that sort of thing - and he likes coming on my tits. Sect Leader Wen, though? He’s too clever. You won’t be able to keep his interest for long, not even with those ingenious little torture machines you keep inventing for him, and then he’ll have you doing the real scut work.”

“I appreciate your consideration,” he said stiffly. Didn’t like his work being compared to someone like her, did he?

Men.

“I hear things about the brothels in Lanling,” she offered, just to needle him. “Not just perfume and flowers and a bit of witty conversation, not for men with all the money in the world; they like getting a little extra. If you’d gotten taken in the way you wanted, I’d bet that’s the job you’d get: you’d be seeing those women every day, bringing the women in smiling and taking them out crying – or worse. Some jobs you aren’t meant to come back from, after all; my best friend growing up ended up that way. You couldn’t even recognize the body as human below the neck.”

He was too well-trained to glare, but Wang Lingjiao could tell he wanted to. Someone like him, who signed up to do torture work, probably wouldn’t mind the bodies, she reflected, and shook her head.

“What’s Qinghe like, anyway?” she asked, nodding at his braids, actually curious. “Secretive sorts, and the one or two times my people acted as hosts to their inner sect disciples, they always turned down any offers for late night company.”

“I wouldn’t know,” he said.

“Stop having a stick up your ass. I’m not saying you provided services yourself, and even if you did I’m hardly one to judge. I just want to know. You were close with that big man of theirs, their sect leader, weren’t you? Sect Leader Wen sure talks about it enough.”

Talked about it the way Wen Chao talked about Wang Lingjiao getting close to a woman he was pursuing, sometimes. There was really no accounting for taste – Sect Leader Wen could have any woman he wanted and often did, her and Lady Ma included, and even sometimes at the same time; yet what he really wanted, apparently, was to hear Meng Yao talk about Sect Leader Nie’s personal habits.

Probably he wanted the joy in breaking him or something. Wang Lingjiao didn’t make it her business to try to guess, though she supposed Meng Yao did.

“No way someone as sharp as you didn’t pick up some clues about what he likes,” she continued. “Come on, what is it? He like beating his whores or something?”

“He didn’t frequent whores,” Meng Yao said. “And he didn’t take lovers.”

He smiled, faintly, probably at her expression of disbelief.

“He liked slaughtering Wen-dogs,” he added. “Rather a lot. See that you don’t end up on the wrong side of his saber. He didn’t make allowances for women.”

Wang Lingjiao tossed her hair – there was no need to bring in blood and war into their perfectly nice conversation! – and huffed. “Oh, I get you. The marrying type, then?” she sneered. “The ones that’ll give you their heart and forgive you for everything, then end up wearing green hats for cuckolds when it turns out the one they like isn’t near as virtuous as them? What a fool!”

“I thought you said I should find myself a fool,” Meng Yao said mildly.

“You still have to be able to keep him,” she mocked. “If you could get someone like Sect Leader Nie on the hook, why would you be busting your ass here?”

That shut him up.

“Well, your loss is Sect Leader Wen’s gain, I guess,” she said, and put aside her plate without washing it. The kitchen staff could clean up for her. “Ugh, I can’t wait for this war to be over already. I miss the discussion conferences! Even though I had to stay back with the servants, at least you got to see some new people…that last one, with the archery, that was a fun one.”

She grinned. “All the sect leaders came here to sit at Sect Leader Wen’s feet, your father included. He asked all three of his housekeeping maids to serve him in bed, you know. All at once. Brave man, at his age…come to think of it, you might want to check the nursery. See if you have some siblings there. Who knows? Maybe they’ll grow up to be competition.”

Meng Yao said nothing.

Wang Lingjiao laughed again.

“Have fun in the Fire Palace, Meng Yao,” she said, sashaying away. “Try not to end up on the wrong side of it.”

See? It was almost like being friends.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Brandy

*Credit to the gif owner*

Pairing: Dean W. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Deans

Warnings: Drinking, drunk texting, bad dancing, having to rescue Dean, Friends to loversish, Believing in destiny kinda.

Summary: Dean spends the whole night at the bar, tryin' every bottled drink. Ends up drunk texting Y/n and being completely honest with her

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: (Based on the song Wine, Beers, Whiskey by Little Big Town)

Dean Winchester Master List

Main Master List

I sat at the bar of the old bar. It reminded me of Harvelle's. The old smell, the plaid-up men and women that I noticed came walking in through that door.

It was amazing. I was a drinker, always had been. The first drink I had with my dad, I was fifteen. A beer we shared, that should be an amazing moment for father and son, but it was ruined for the simple fact that we had no home, and my father and instructed me to take care of my younger brother.

I grew up, mostly without my father after that. He prioritizes hunting and saving people over me, and over his youngest son. Everything was always secrets. So many secrets, that it's started to become how Sam and I live.

There were certain things that I had learned from my father. How to protect, how to be anger almost all of the time, and how to handle my liquor.

So I sat at the bar, my hand around an iced cold glass of beer. I sipped and watched people. I wasn't in the mood to hook up with any. I mean yeah sure there was probably someone out there that was meant for me, but that's getting into destiny shit.

You know how bars, almost always have music playing. Well being in the good old state of Kansas, so pretty much any place you walk into is playing music more specifically country music.

It started to come through the speakers. I had already been here for what seemed like hours, I had enough beers, that I had switched to drinking something harder.

Something like a whiskey.

"My friend named Jack"

"He's got my back"

"He always seems to know right where I'm at"

Well, this is definitely a song I could get used to listening to. I don't think anybody else was listening. All having their own private conversations. The barmaid was a beautiful young lady, but even still with her crop top of a shirt and the cleavage that was burst out of her shirt.

I wasn't interested in her. Every time she'd come over. "You need anything else sweetheart." Bending halfway down to try and have me look down.

I waved her off. Maybe I should try something else. Waving her back over, I asked "Do you have something stronger?" she looked at me sideways, before saying "If it's something stronger than you want I've got you" and then she walked away.

When she returned with the rest of the bottle of Jose. A half left standing in the clear bottle. "Here's something stronger, forty percent." She said taking my empty beer bottle and empty cup that had been holding the recently downed Jack Daniels.

"My friend Jose"

"He likes to play"

"He's always up for anything I say"

I downed the rest of the bottle, not even needing the new glass she had bought for me to use. Slamming the bottle down on the countertop. She snapped her head around, our eye making contact before she grabbed something off the shelf.

"If that's the type of night you're having you should have said." She said handing me a half empty glass of crown apple. "Thanks, I can handle my liquor so no need to worry about me," I said as she left to take care of other people sitting at the bar.

I sat alone. Like I always have, it was the best way to number one people watch, but it also gave me a reason to think. Nobody trying to pull my belt out of my jean loops. No need to save someone this was my safe haven sometimes.

Alcohol was my safe haven. It's always been that way. It's always been able to understand me ten times more than Sammy. Well I mean there was always Y/n, she lived with us, but she was my friend, my best friends. There is something that she just doesn't need to know.

I took a swig, drinking down most of the bottle.

"Little bit of red, lotta bit of crown"

"Don't matter what it is"

"I'm gonna drink it down, down, down"

Was it just me or was this song getting better by the second. Maybe, It was just me. I looked around me, couples stood dancing to this song, some sat with clasped hands. And the older men sat at the bar, I was an older man sitting at bar watching like a creep.

"The wine, the beer, the whiskey"

"Are the only things that fix me"

"I'm not saying it's a problem"

"I can stop it if I wanna"

"But the wine, the beer, the whiskey"

"They always get me"

Wow, I'm started to get the idea that I can relate to this song. The lyrics are right you know. Liquor is the only thing that can fix me, calms me down and then I sleep it off. It's right the lyrics I can stop if I wanna. But do I really wanna stop?

"Here," The young lady said, handing me a made drink "Here's a gin and tonic." Walking away yet again to take care of other patrons. A gin and tonic, not a drink I was every ballses enough to try.

Taking the little green umbrella out, I took my first sip. "Shit that's actually really good," I said more to myself than anyone else. I looked up from my gin and tonic drink, looking at the glass wall.

It held so many drinks that I hadn't heard of before. Like a new drink called "Screwball", "Kingfisher". Odd brand names but they all looked like awesome drinks. But of course, there was the regular drinks, the brandy, sherry which is a wine, and Jim Beam

"My friend named Gin"

"She's got some friends"

"I'm talking Brandy, Sherry, and their brother Jim"

"Hey, so it sorta looks like we're going along with the song, so I'll grab you a shot of rum, Captain." She said pulling a tiny shot glass out and pulling the bottle off of the shelf.

She slides the small glass across the table, I caught some rum tipping out and falling over my thumb. 'I wonder what Y/n would do if she was here with me? I wonder if I would have her pushed up against the wall, kissing down her neck.'

Shaking my head; stop thinking of her that she... She doesn't think of you in the same way, you are an idiot. Taking my rum-filled shot quickly. I pulled out my phone.

'Don't do what you're about to do'

"I'll be fine," I said to myself. The room was starting to spin. Or maybe I was just spinning. 'Stop thinking about Y/n. She doesn't need to deal with your drunk ass' "Oh come on I'm not that drunk" I was still sitting at the bar, but people were starting to look at me.

>Y/n, you know I've just gotta say. YOu're beautiful.

Dots played at the bottom of my screen.

>Dean that's very nice.

Minutes pass, so I send another message.

>You know I think I'm falling.

Immediate answers came

>Falling?? What do you mean?

>Winchester? Where are you?

She asked, she only ever called me Winchester when she was pissed off, but I was too worried about telling her the truth.

>Y/n, I've spent the past forever fawning over you. I spent it, wanting, yearning for you. I guess after years of wanting you, years after having nobody in my bed. Wishing and hoping that it was you.

>Dean send me your current loca!

>We can talk more tomorrow

I was able to send her my location, she pulled up in a rather crappy car. Walking in distress, her black night shorts, a pair of slippers on, and my red and black plaid shirt on.

She came over, apologizing grabbing my arm, and wrapping it over her head. "Dean, let's go, now," she said dragging me out. "You smell so good Y/n," I said going to pet her hair. She rested me up against the side of the baby.

"Where are your keys, Dean?" She asked her voice starting to become more worrisome. "In my.." I stopped talking and just reached for her hand, shoving it into my jacket pocket. "Right here!" I said I let go of her wrist and she looked up at me.

She got me into the car, somehow. I rested my head against the back of the front seat. "I felt and heard the rumble of baby engine. "Dean, what were you doing?" I looked over at her. "I wanted a drink."

The rest of the drive was quiet, she helped me out of the car after shutting the loud engine off. The sound finally stops bouncing off the cinderblock walls. "Dean. Couch, bed, or table?" She asked.

"Couch, comfier," I said breathing in more of Y/n's scent. I've never been this close to her, for this long. she smelled like a garden of flowers and honey. she smelt of summer. She looked like summer half the time.

"Are you a god?" I blurted out. Her eyebrows creased, licking her lips. "No, Dean I'm not a god," Y/n said reaching around behind the couch and grabbing a blanket but not before untying my boots.

She tossed the blanket over my body and went to walk off. "Y/n?" I asked. "Yes, Dean." She said with a sigh. "Can you get me a water, so I can maybe explain myself?" I asked.

A pleading look on my face, the puppy dog eyes I had learned from Sam. "Fine Winchester, but you've five to explain yourself." She said stomping off into the kitchen, and back with a tall glass of ice water.

She stood next to me. "Can you sit? Please Y/n?" I begged. I sipped on the water, trying to regain any sort of control of myself. She sat crisscrossing her legs. Her exposed legs, my eyes drifted from her legs.

My eyes came back up to hers. "Start explaining Winchester, you've got four minutes." I shook my head, clasping my hands together. I cleared my throat.

"I've sat here for the past few years, wondering why everything seems weird. It's hard. y'know because that song was right in the bar. I don't want to be alone not anymore, I don't wanna watch the couple dances anymore, I wanna be one of the couples, that hold each other hands."

I said, looking at her. She broke our eye contact when she started to fidget with the bottom of my flannel. "You know that's my flannel?" I asked grabbing her hands.

"I want you, I want you in my bed. I want to drink with my girl. I want to love you because Y/n that's really the truth." I said, "I love you Y/n" We sat in silence for a few, "Y/n please say something?" Now I'm begging her, this entire night has been a fucking mess.

"What are you waiting for you dumb Winchester? Come kiss your girl." It only took a few moments for the words to click in my mind. I grabbed the back of her neck and she fell into my lap.

It wasn't like fireworks or lighting coming down. It just fit so well, it was more like finishing a puzzle, puzzle pieces just fitting together so well. A missing part of me found filled and always there for you.

"Dean? Y/n?" I heard Sam said and properly say "Nevermind." And leave. I felt Y/n's lips leave mine. Realizing that I needed air, my lungs burning but in a good way.

"That was something," I said, catching my breath. "That's was awesome!" Y/n said kissing chastely. "Did you hear Sam?" I asked her, she giggled she rolled her. "I bet he's in there going I just knew it," Y/n said. I laughed and hugged.

"My feet hurt, I think I may have blacked out and started dancing by myself," I said, flexing my socked toes. "You dancing!?" Y/n questioned, "Oh we've gotta go back to that bar and get that tape, for FBI reasons." Y/n said.

My mouth gaping open. She laughed more, and she started to have a few tears. "You know Y/n. I'll you back for that, now come on. You'll love the memory foam bed." I said, Whispering closing to Y/n's ear "It remembers you Y/n." My hand landing on her lower as we walked to my room.

Completed on: 05/12/2021

Posted on: 05/14/2021

Dean Winchester Tag List: @akshi8278 @deanswaywardgirl @hit-meup69 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo @wonderfulworldofwinchester

[jaekaicx]

I'm late but I just saw the ask thing you rebloged like yesterday, possibly the day before, so I'm here now. Also it's like 23:20

- Things I want to know about you; What's your favorite color? How do you spell the color you get from mixing black and white? What's your favorite number?

- Why I follow you; I saw you around a lot before I actually followed you. It was mostly when I was into toh, I'd see your posts. Then I got into Amphibia and you posted a doodle set of and incorrect quote I posted. I don't think I followed you then, but I remember my sister joking about not following you bc you weren't following me. I don't really care about that stuff, it's just a vivid part of my memory. But around that time, I think it was after the doodle set, I sent an ask about tansmasc Marshall and i kinda just decided i was gonna stay.

- What’s on my mind/what I'm thinking about; I'm worried I'll never be able to write again. I'm not burnt-out, maybe it's the trade class i'm taking on top of highschool, but I just don't have the energy for creativity.

- Make you choose between two things; Apples or Oranges? Grapes or Olives? Sweet or Unsweet Tea?

- A compliment; Idk what classifies as a compliment but I like your art. It makes me smile. And your au is a huge comfort.

- Ask for advice; idk, What helps you fall asleep at night?

- Tell you a secret; I struggle with a lot a social things but this girl has told me multiple times she likes me and I have no idea if she actually means it or if she even means it in that way, idk if I want her to.

- Things I associate you with; he/they, Marshall wu, for some reason acceptance, your froggos au, ninjago, i can't tell if its dark green or dark red but one of those colors my brain associates w/ you the most

- Anything!!; 4 exclamation points is too many, also, my cat doesn't have a tail.

whoa thanks! i guess its speedrun time

- fav color: red; i usually spell it as "gray"; fav number: uhhhhh 57? for no particular reason

- oh cool!! glad you stuck around! maybe i'll try posting more doodle dumps

- huh the trade class sounds interesting, but yeah sorry, that sucks :( hope your schedule clears up soon sending you good vibes <3

- uhhhh oranges, grapes, and uh neither? honestly im not particularly fond of any of these and ive never rly had tea so idk

- aaaa thank you! im so glad :D

- dude your asking the wrong person i am literally writing this at 00:13 and i start school in the morning kfhksbdksns

- ok honestly i also struggle a lot w social stuff so i do not know what to add, other than i wish you best of luck with that

- hell yes! my life goal is to make people associate me with red so! success!! and idk if i should be, but i feel. proud? to be associated with all of those, thats rly cool !! the acceptance bit is really interesting

- sucks that you cant send pictures in anonymous asks bc otherwise i'd demand some cat pictures >:0 /not forced

[agirlneedsgoals]

I'm in a weird place today. I'll cut this to spare you (there is brokenness, coveting, complaining, talk of writing, dinner menus, and babble about current and past tv shows).

Last night, I suddenly had skin crawlies. I haven't had it like that without some kind of obvious trigger in YEARS. Maybe a decade, even. It felt like things were crawling on my arms, my face, my hair, my neck, and my shoulders. I knew nothing was there, I couldn't help touching to try and brush it off but I knew better than to scratch like I used to. Yay for self-control! I had to take Xanax to be able to sleep.

I woke up this morning hurting from the top of my head down to my toes. I think it's how I slept but I didn't feel this way once at @clockwrkheart's when I was there this last weekend. I think it's their bed and her pillow. I covet.

I'm writing! In tiny drips and drabs but I am writing. It's not my own stuff. It's fanfic, which I've never been particularly good at but this seems to be...coming together? Idk. I currently have about 4000k on the one that's working for me now. I'm just doing what I can, I'll check it for pacing and character later. I inflict it on one of my bffs constantly, but she has to say it's good because it's in her contract.

Enh, nobody'll see it even if I post it cause it won't be here. 😁

I have our meal calendar filled for over a week! Proud of myself but I'm not the one to make it most of the time, either because I'm exhausted or I'm just...not up for it. *is broken* But I want to. Does that count? Here's my dinner menu:

Tonight: lemon-turmeric soup and sandwiches (why sandwiches? because we didn't get any good bread to dip in it because I was gf when I put it on the menu and soup alone can't keep my sugar up overnight)

Thursday: chicken apple sausage, mashed root veggies, miso orange green beans

Friday: tuna noodle casserole w/Caesar salad (the only quintessentially 50's recipe I eat; mostly because my Oma made it when I was little)

Saturday: shrimp scampi (okay sometimes idk what will be going with the main)

Sunday: spaghetti and meatballs w/roast cauliflower (frozen meatballs and dressed up jar sauce because fuck you that's why)

Next Monday: tostadas

Next Tuesday: garlic butter baked tilapia, sweet potatoes, roast squash, broccoli

Next Wednesday: chicken fricassee, mashed potatoes, spring mix w/lemon vinaigrette

Next Thursday: honey mustard salmon, golden carrots, broccoli, green rice

Next Friday: gnocchi alla vodka (I'mma make both from scratch, actually), cloud eggs, Caesar salad

Next Saturday: Italian shakshuka, garlic bread

Next Sunday: curried chicken salad w/good bread (that just means I want crusty Italian or French bread)

Nobody cares about that except me, but there it is. 😋

They mark the doors of elves in The Witcher, to mark them either as homes they need to raid or homes they have raided, when they're putting all the elves in chains. But they draw a little elven piggy and I shouldn't but I find it ADORABLE.

I got 2 lbs. of strawberries from Sam's Club. I'mma eat them all dipped in sugar. You can't stop me, I'm an ADULT.

I only watched like 3 or 4 seasons of The Vampire Diaries and I never watched The Originals. It's on my list, I just never got to it. But YouTube has been suggesting a ton of vids from them and some of it is SO WELL EDITED. Like these people should edit movie trailers because it makes stuff that I KNOW was blisteringly stupid, look good.

Oh, my God, the love story between Klaus and Elijah. Not in the incesty way, just in the true love brother way. Those two could break curses on each other, s2g. I adore it. And there's a Caroline vid that made me actually cry. AND WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME DAMON AND BONNIE BECAME BESTIES??? If I can't have them as a couple (I shipped them in the books, tbh), I want them as bros. 💕💖💕💖💕💖

Okay, I'm gonna stop this now. If you read this far, I owe you cookies.

[tracle0]

hi yes hello trade i?? have snuck around your blog long enough to appease my stray cat distance and. would like to be. friends. hello. hi. can I??? ask about atlas? i think i love them and would like to ask the highest import question i know which is to ask their feelings on Hot Drinks

I feel like I've tempted a cat in. pspspsp! here's some interactions and mild stalking, come! Friendship! Observe! psspspp!!

HI HELLO first of all can I just. Excitedly go !!!!!!! at you and also your!!! cool!!!! art!!!! from today!!!!! I'm still thinking about it!!!!! God!!!!!! His neck!!!!!!! The goop!!!!! THE GOOP!!!!! Genuinely was sitting in the bath just thinking about how you drew that. The neck especially. God. So good.

Ok ok I will continue to think about it for the next 3-5 business days/weeks depending. I'll calm down. Very cool art. Enjoyed that greatly. Tell me if you do more art pleaes I am in AWE

And yes! I can totally talk about Atlas I am also a big fan of Atlas and am always delighted to talk about that lad (Atlas)

So uh general summary in case you don't know cause I know I'm very bad at actually talking about things properly, Atlas is a cool lad/main character from my WIP The Spiders Song, which is just me taking my first WIP and spinning it into a fantasy setting. They are stubborn and proud and very firmly anti-authority, but when they decide they like you it's pretty hard to get them to stop.

They used to be a radio host in original WIP. They are no longer a radio host in fantasy WIP, and are instead a servant to a pretty insidious god, which grants them magic in the form of illusions and also keeps trying to fuck up their life from far away. No spoilers, but it was a pleasure and pain to write.

Their full name is Atlas Barnabus. This is important just because.

Their general feelings on hot drinks are mostly positive! Big fan of tea, because I wrote it, and my go-to for characters doing stuff is 'idk, make tea'

I know they make black tea with milk and two sugars

I can totally see them liking fruity teas. Apple and cinnamon, my beloved

I don't think they'd like green tea. Too easy to make bitter innit

yea

I can see them liking funny coffees. Like. Weird and wild and festive coffees that are far too sugary but mmmm tastes so good

Hot chocolate good and tasty hell yeah, make it with milk because they are able to digest milk, unlike yours truly. Whipped cream on top. Put some chocolate flakes on it, great for a chilly winter day

Most of the time, they'd probably go for a tea for themselves, but their boyfriend is more of a coffee kinda guy, so they're decent enough at making that too, because he cannot cook to save his god damn life. mmMMMmyep

I'm trying to think of more hot drinks this is a struggle uh

It's not really a drink but soup is good also. Who doesn't like soup. They make soup at the story of TSS. They do not eat the soup, but they sure do make it. Once again, they do most of the cooking at their home cause their boyfriend would burn water if given the chance.

If we're going down that route, uh, gravy? Yknow it's. It's gravy. Depends on the meal probably, but they're probably not uh. Against it.

This route is stupid. I'm gonna stop there.

So like. All in all, good ratings for most hot drinks, solid 9/10 in that department. Yea. Thank you for asking. I hope you have a good day and I will hopefully come to pester you for your own character opinions on important topics

[sara78]

SPOILERS FOR 15X20 AHEAD

Okay, I'm ready to get as much hate for this as possible.

But I liked this episode.

The barn scene. Okay, lemme be honest, I didn't expect it to end like THAT. But it did, it just happened in the blink of an eye, and when you think about it, that's what hunters life is all about.

People go like "hE fOuGhT gOd bUt DiEd fRoM a nAiL wTf" please, think about the fact that thing was long af, and was huge. He was slammed into it, it probably went through his spinal cord. As he said it himself, getting him from it would just kill him faster. There was nothing an ambulance or first and ait kit could have done.

And knew that was going to be his final moment, right there, with his brother.

"Stay, stay with me. Stay with me, please"

Dean Winchester begging. Not for help, not for anything else but for Sam to stay with him. I'm thinking about it now and I think he's at that point, after everything, afraid to die alone. Probably his fear was to be left all alone, without anyone. To die in pain and not to have anyone by his side.

He was begging Sam to stay because he needed him for one last time. Needed to take a look at him and see that the life he lived, full of pain, horror and death wasn't for nothing, because Sam grew up to be a wonderful man, and Dean was proud of himself for once, proud that he was the reason Sam was a man he is.

And because Cas reminded him that he raised his little brother for love. Not just because he had to. But because everything he had was Sammy.

"You knew it was always gonna end like this with me. Saving people, hunting things, it's what we do man"

Dean never got a chance to live a normal life. Even though he fought so hard (and won) to be free, out of Chuck's story, after he was finally free, he still remained the same.

He knew that the apple pie life would never settle with him. He had a shot at it, and he came back, not being able to resist it, even though he had a family at home, waiting for him to come back.

Dean was raised to be a hunter. Raised to be a good little soldier. He never went to school, never had free will to that extent like Sam did. Dean was still the hunter, the man who's carrying so much on his shoulders. Dean knew he was going to go out like that. He wanted to go out like that. Guns blazing, fists swinging.

And, I'd like to point out - WE DO. Not just Dean, but Sam too. Without Dean, Sam's a whole another person. And so is Dean. Without Sam, Dean is lost. He always feared of living a life where his little brother isn't alive.

And you know what hurts? The fact that he was okay with it all. He knew he was going to die and he was fine with it. He was smiling, he was happy.

"No, no bringing me back, okay?"

He was tired of coming back, and never learning a lesson he should learn. He was tired and he wanted peace.

"Lemme look at you. There he is. I'm so proud of you, Sam"

He managed to, on his death bed, pull out that he's proud of him. He rested his hand on Sam's shoulder, bringing him to solid ground because he could see the pain and the fear in his little brother's eyes.

And Dean, Dean needed to take a look at him and see that the life he lived, full of pain, horror and death wasn't for nothing, because Sam grew up to be a wonderful man, and Dean was proud of himself for once, proud that he was the reason Sam was a man he is. The things Cas said to him, they settled in. And he realized that he was the reason Sam was shaped in a man like this. And he was proud.

"I've always looked up to you"

Dean pointed out that not necessarily the big brother had to be a model. Dean sure was for Sam, but the differences in their personalities is something that couldn't be changed. Sam was stubborn, strong, always trying to write his own life. Dean never tried. He had to be a good soldier because it was just easier than to fight, but Sam didn't want to. Sam was always the smarter one, and that's what Dean looked up to. That's what he was proud of.

"And you're stronger than me. You always have been"

Dean wasn't ashamed to say that. He was proud to admit that. He was proud to say that Sam has always been the one holding him together. Even when they fought, had their disagreements, Sam was always the stronger one because he didn't always got touched with the fact that they're family, like Dean did. Sam had a different perspective. He could walk away from Dean, but Dean could never walk away from Sam.

"I was scared"

Dean was scared. All these times, Dean was scared. People never saw because he kept it hidden. He was rough on the edges but very few saw that he was suffering far more from what he showed to the world. Normal hunts, yeah, he can do those solo. But he grew up with his baby brother. He didn't knew for better. They were always together, and when their dad hasn't been home in a few days, he was scared to go through that alone. He wanted to have Sam by his side, because if anything goes down, like it did, he was everything he had left.

"I can't do this alone"

"Yes you can"

"Well I don't want to"

Thank you for shattering me with that one.

"I'm not leaving you. I wanna be with you. Right here. Every day you're out there, living and you're fighting cause you, you always keep fighting. You hear me? I'll be there, every step. I love you so much. My baby brother."

Always keep fighting. JACK, THAT HURTS! And the chick - flick moment. And the fact that Dean knows he will forever rest with his brother. And the smile. He was happy to go. You know why?

Because he knew that Sam would have a chance at normal after he's gone. Dean all too well knew he was the only thing stopping Sam from leaving this life.

What hits close to home is the fact that Dean Winchester, man who was never good with words, emotions, managed to pull out "I love you" for his brother.

"You see light at the end of this ugly ass tunnel, I don't"

Dean knew that he was never going to be able to walk away from it. At the end of the day, that's who he was.

But Sam, Sam was always so strong and wanting a change. He wanted something else in his life, something more than pain, horror and death. And Dean knew that Sam needed a leverage. And his death, he knew that would be the final string that would make Sam hang the shotgun and the salt and turn around from this life.

Everything Dean ever fought for was Sam's safety. And now, knowing that the God won't mess with them, he was ready to let go. He didn't want to come back and anchor Sam when Sam had a shot at a normal life, and Dean had a shot at peace.

"I need you to tell me that it's okay"

And in that moment, Dean is slowly but surely losing the battle. The pain is becoming too much to handle, numbness is swallowing his face. And Dean was scared to let go, and he needed his little brother to reassure him. He needed him to give him a green light, to know that he deserved rest, peace. To know that he will keep fighting after he's gone and that he won't have to worry about that.

And Sam gave it to him. He allowed Dean to let go. And the look in Dean's eyes softened up, like he was glad that his brother finally had the courage to let him go. He let out a sigh in relief, and gave in with a smile on his face and tears on his cheeks.

"Goodbye Sam"

Dean let go. The hand falls, and he's at peace.

This was a proper goodbye for the two of them. After so many years of losing each other, a goodbye like this was something that they both deserved.

"But when that day comes, if that day comes. Sam you have to take it for what it is. And you have to promise me, that you'll do then what you can't do now. And that's let me go"

Sam lets his big brother go. He knows he's at peace, he knows he was happy to go out like that. He knows Dean was tired and he wanted this.

And so, he moves on too. I'm sure he had points where he just wanted to give up. Nights when everything was too much and he wanted to give up. But he remembered that fist on his chest and those words "always keep fighting" and I'm sure that they guided him for the rest of his life.

He moved on but never forgot. The impala is still there. There's a kid he named after his big brother. He was living a life, knowing that Dean was happy for him, that this is what Dean wanted for him.

"Heya Sammy"

It felt so nice seeing them together again. As Bobby said, time up there's different. Who knows how long Dean has been in heaven before Sam came.

Now, they have their peace together.

Cause at the end, it wrapped up how it began - with a reunion of two brothers.

P.S - I wanna apologize for every possible grammar/spelling mistake in this. I usually don't write here because I'm too insecure about my English since it's not my native tongue, but I had to get this out. Seeing so much hate towards this end really hurts me and I know I'm probably gonna get a load of hate but that's not gonna change the fact that I loved this.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Letting Go: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Thirteen:

The week before Thanksgiving, Steve spent the better part of the evening looking through Sarah Rogers's recipes. It had become tradition for Winnie to make the brisket, Silas to make the turkey, Becca to bring the green bean casserole, and so on and so forth with the side dishes and the Barnes family until it reached dessert. Dessert was left to Steve.

And he didn't mind. Really, he loved that he got to share his mother's treats with his family. Made it feel like she was still there, even if he wasn't anywhere near the baker that she had been.

"Do you think I should do pumpkin cheesecake and a pear tart?" Steve questioned, holding up the recipe cards, "Or chocolate pecan pie and a French apple tart?"

"Anything you make is going to be delicious," Bucky decided, wrapping his arms around Steve's slim waist. Nuzzling his face in Steve's neck, Bucky pressed sweet kisses there and said, "You're delicious."

Playfully elbowing his mate, Steve warned, "You're gonna gross out the kids."

Bucky gestured towards the dining room table where Finn was busy transcribing music, Bitsy was busy coloring, and Cori was brushing her hand-me-down My Little Pony's purple mane. Returning his attention back to Steve, Bucky kissed the mating bite and assured, "The kids aren't even paying attention."

"Not like you'd care if they were," Steve good-naturedly scoffed.

Laying the recipe cards down on the counter in front of him, Steve couldn't decide. They were all delicious. They had all been hits at previous Thanksgivings.

Of course, he'd probably be able to make a decision if his husband wasn't clinging to him like a koala.

Taking a seat at the breakfast bar in front of them, Oliver cleared his throat to gain their attention. Still looking at the recipe cards and his mother's handwriting, Steve acknowledged him, "What's up, bub?"

"Whatcha doin'?"

With Oliver's obvious attempt at easing into whatever it was he wanted, Steve looked up at the teen. His brow quirked suspiciously as he explained, "Picking out Thanksgiving desserts."

"Oh?" Oliver leaned over as though he was interested in his father's internal debate.

"Yup," Steve confirmed.

Oliver sat back and suggested, "Perhaps some of those molasses cookies."

"I could," Steve nodded, but not making a move to get the recipe. Bucky was still hugging Steve from behind and he wondered if his husband was just as suspicious as he was. Through the bond, Bucky just felt content. Sighing, Steve had had enough. "Okay, what is it?"

"What?" Oliver scoffed, but his voice broke at such a high octave.

"What you want," Steve clarified. Then, he repeated, "What is it?"

Instead of continuing the façade, Oliver asked, "Can I invite Ian to Thanksgiving."

Pleasant surprise filled Steve, but staticky confusion filtered through the bond as Bucky asked, "Why would you invite Ian to Thanksgiving? You're broken up...?"

"We got back together," Oliver nonchalantly informed, only glancing briefly at his dad. Looking at his pops, Oliver asked, "So, can I?"

"I don't see why not," Steve shrugged.

"Thanks," Oliver smiled, climbing off his stool and making his way back to his room with his cellphone in hand.

Pulling away from Steve, Bucky turned so they were facing each other and asked, "What the hell? Did you know they got back together?"

Knowing that he couldn't lie even if he wanted to, Steve shrugged, "Kinda."

"You knew they got back together and didn't tell me?" Bucky correctly accused.

"You didn't ask," Steve shrugged. Then, he half-fibbed, "Plus, teens go off and on all the time. I didn't want to upset you if they broke up again."

"I can't believe you knew and didn't tell me," Bucky kept his voice low so the kids wouldn't hear.

"Look," Steve sighed, giving his husband his undivided attention, "You know now. That's all that matters."

"And you're just gonna let him come to Thanksgiving?"

"Yup," Steve confirmed. Grabbing the recipe cards, he started towards the stairs. Walking backwards, Steve half-teased, "And I'm gonna let him do more than just come to Thanksgiving. He can help pick dessert!"

Playfully, Bucky rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry at him. Steve chuckled to himself and turned to see where he was walking. Down the hallway, he peeked into the girls' room to find Nevie having a tea party with Kit. Smiling, he continued down the hallway towards the staircase.

"Hey, Ollie," Steve called when he reached the landing of the second story.

"Yeah?" Oliver asked from his room.

Petting Duchess, Steve continued down the hallway. Even though Oliver's door was open, and he had answered him, he still found himself knocking on it anyway. Of course, he didn't mind much when Oliver chuckled at the display.

Noticing that he was texting someone, Steve asked, "Talkin' to Ian?"

"Yeah," Oliver smiled. Then, he frowned as he assumed, "Are you gonna tell me he can't come now? Because I already told him he could."

"No, don't worry," Steve waved the comment off. Holding the cards up, he relayed, "I actually wanted you to ask him which dessert he'd like to have."

"Really?" Oliver seemed mystified by the offer. Almost as though he still couldn't believe that his father liked his boyfriend so much. Not that Steve could blame him considering the cloud nine that Bucky had been happily lounging on thinking that they were broken up.

"Really," Steve confirmed. Holding the cards, he asked, "Would he rather have pumpkin cheesecake, a pear tart, a French apple tart, or a chocolate pecan pie?"

Oliver quickly texted the options and asked aloud, "Don't we usually just have two?"

"Yeah," Steve nodded, "But I can't decide."

"Well, I wouldn't mind that white chocolate cappuccino fudge you made for Sadie's graduation," Oliver stretched his arms over his head, "If, ya know, you're taking requests."

Steve chuckled, "I'll think about it."

Oliver's phone vibrated and he opened the message. Before Steve could ask what it said, Oliver relayed, "He says he can bring turtle cheesecake."

"Oh, he doesn't need to bring anything," Steve assured, "He's our guest."

"I'll try and tell him," Oliver quickly typed out a reply.

"Although," Steve playfully added, "If he wanted to bring a turtle cheesecake, I wouldn't oppose."

"I'm sure dad wouldn't either," Oliver laughed. When the laughter died down, he asked, "Is dad pissed?"

"About Ian?" Steve asked and Oliver nodded. He shrugged, "Maybe a little. But more about how we didn't – how I didn't – tell him you two got back together."

Oliver nodded, "'Suppose I had that one coming."

"'Suppose we both did."

"D'ya think he'll spend the whole meal glaring at him?"

Steve shrugged, "Depends."

"On what?"

"On how good the dessert is," Steve smirked.

Oliver chuckled again, "Guess Ian has his work cut out for him."

"He better make two."

TAG LIST: @t3a-bag

[toplinetommy]

I'm sorry if it's Josty again but could you do #12 fluff from the fall prompt list with him?

so i actually combined with this with another request!! i hope i did this prompt jusitce

#6 from the halloween prompts with tyson

With the next hockey season being pushed back to help give everyone a proper offseason, it meant you got to spend the Fall in Canada for the first time ever. Except, Fall in Alberta was nothing like the falls you were used to. In a way, you kinda missed the stereotypical falling leaves, but you didn’t mind trading it in for premature snow and near-freezing temperatures if it meant being with Tyson.

Even with the near-freezing temperatures, you made sure to take advantage of the days when the sun was shining. Today was one of those days. Your favorite part of fall was the bright sun in the sky that kept you warm but didn’t make you wish you could be inside.

With it being the weekend and you not having to work, Tyson decided to do an extra early morning workout in order for you two to be able to go out and do something. You wanted to continue to partake in your favorite fall activity: apple picking and cider tasting. You and Tyson had driven out to a local cider mill, decked in extra layers to keep you warm in the fall temperatures.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never done this,” you tell him once you guys are parked and getting out of the car. You meet at the front of the car and Tyson grabs your hand, leading the way to the entrance of the vast apple orchard.

“I never really had the time or a reason to go,” Tyson reasons with a shrug. “Plus, it’s not a normal thing we Canadians do with the weather.”

“How are your hands so cold?” You ask incredulously as you grab one of his hands in yours. “You’re Canadian and your career literally forces you to be in freezing temperatures!”

“Well, I’m not doing anything to keep them warm!” Tyson laughs, tugging you into his side as you walk.

“C’mere,” you state, stopping in your tracks and putting your other hand out in front of you for him to grab. You grab both of his hands in yours, pulling them up to your face and blowing warm air out onto them.

“You’re hands aren’t any warmer than mine!” Tyson laughs, almost pulling his hands back from you to warm them up himself. You roll your eyes, joining him in his laughter. Once you can feel them starting to warm up, you don’t let go of his hands, and instead, drop them so they’re conjoined in between the two of you. “This is why we don’t do these things.”

You playfully slap at his shoulder, a loud scoff leaving your mouth at his mumbled complaint. “Once you start drinking you’ll get warm, ya know, the whole drink yourself a sweater.”

“Let’s walk around a little bit more, eh?” Tyson suggests, his tone going soft. You look back at him and nod, noting the weary look on his face that you don’t recognize. You ignore the look, blaming it on his discomfort in the temperature before following him further into the orchard.

“Sure, but I have a surprise for you first,” you state, a smirk playing at your lips. Tyson’s gaze flicks around the two of you, confused as to what your surprise could possibly be. You reach your hand into your purse pulling out a small box and handing it to Tyson.

His eyebrows knit in further confusion, before taking the small box from your hands and opening it. His jaw slightly drops when he sees what’s in there, carefully grabbing the pair of glasses and taking them out.

“Are these the glasses?”

You nod your head, a tight-lipped wide smile on your face as you watch his face light up at your surprise. He puts them on, careful not to mess up his mask. You can still see his eyes through the tinted-glasses and you see his eyes double in size. He stays silent, his head turning in a variety of directions, taking in the sights around him.

The once green grass starting to turn brown, the hundreds of green trees holding different shades of red and yellow apples, the brown, orange, and yellow leaves that are starting to cover the ground.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, voice just above a whisper. He bends at his knees picking up an especially orange leave, one that has yellow and red specks all in it. “Look at this leaf!”

“Haven’t you ever seen the leaves change colors before?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Not really, no,” he starts, dropping the leaf back onto the ground and focusing his gaze back on you. “They were all just brown and yellow, nothing like this. But look at your hair! And your eyes, they’re so shiny in the sun!”

One of his hands reaches out to brush his fingers through the ends of your hair before dropping to your waist. He pulls you into him, both of you moving your masks briefly before kissing each other sweetly.

“I was gonna wait ‘till we found a prettier spot,” he says, pulling away from you. Your bodies are still close and you can feel the heat radiating off of him, his once cold hands now starting to sweat in yours. “But, I don’t think I can wait any longer, especially since you just did that for me.”

He drops one of his hands, shoving it back into his jacket pocket and pulling out what you see as a small black, velvet box.

“Y/n, you literally bring color to my life, and I can’t thank you more for that. All of these little things you do, like getting me color-correcting glasses so I can see fall in full and keeping my hands warm, to all the sacrifices you’ve made in order to stick by my side. You put up with me season after season, and you’ve never once complained about it. You didn’t complain when we up and left Denver for Canada back in March when the season stopped, and you not once got sick of me or more family in all those days at my mom’s. You made a pretty sucky time, not so sucky and I love you for that. Day in and day out I find new reasons to love you and more reasons to spend forever with you, so,” he stops, taking a step back and dropping down to one knee. “That’s what I’m doing, asking for you to spend forever with me. Will you marry me?”

Tears are begging to escape your eyes at this point, your hands shaking where they are against your mouth and in his one hand. You open your mouth, no noise coming out as you nod your head vigorously.

“Yes,” you finally manage to squeak out, Tyson’s face is filled with a wide smile as you answer, your smile matching his. “Oh my God, yes!”

He laughs softly at your excitement, standing up to give you a passionate kiss. You push him away, squeezing your left hand in between your two bodies.

“Put the damn ring on my finger, already,” you laugh, your voice still in a high pitched tone from your excitement.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughs, slipping the piece of jewelry on your fourth finger, before giving you another kiss. The two of you stand there in bliss for a few more moments before you decide it’s time to celebrate with alcohol.

You seemingly drag your much larger boyfriend, scratch that, fiancé, to the barn, instantly finding a table to sit at and ordering drinks to celebrate. And you definitely don’t miss the way the new piece of jewelry on your left-hand clinks with the glasses as you drink.