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swampstew · 2 years ago

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𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝒹'𝓈 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁

Welcome back to Raven’s Reading Nook - Tonight we have a Super Spicy chapter in honor of Kiddo's birthday. This chapter has not been officially published in 'What's the Magic Word?' since it's a future chapter but seeing as it my man's day - we're all gonna get hot and bothered.

Word Count: 3.7K Content Warning: spicy, drinking/drunk sexual encounters with consent heavily implied, established relationship between Eustass Kid X Rowena (OC - AFAB), cunnilingus, fingering, penetrative vaginal sex and anal sex, exhibitionism/filthy picture taking :D

Minors DNI - you will be blocked.

Rowena woke up at the crack of dawn and as gently as she could, extricated herself from Kid’s possessive cuddling to get ready for the day. Killer and a handful of crewmembers met her on the deck before disembarking off ship carrying massive duffel bags and large boxes.

Kid was in a sour mood while he stomped around the ship. He felt like some of the crew was missing, which he didn’t mind so much but the fact that Rowena and Killer were among the missing and had been for hours, annoyed the ever-loving shit out of him. On his birthday of all days. Assholes.

It wasn’t until late afternoon that his Witch, best friend and a horde of pirates came back to the ship, all looking incredibly suspicious of something.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he barked at them.

“Preparing for your party!” Rowena smiled at him.

“Do you not understand what a surprise party means?!” Killer snapped at her.

“But he doesn’t like surprises,” she argued with a cocked eyebrow.

That softened Kid’s edge and he hid his smile, turning to watch the waves lazily slapping against his ship while they debated on whether or not he liked surprises.

“Fuck a surprise party, show me what you’ve been up to.”

The entire crew disembarked and made their way to their future base – Cat even joined them, trotting alongside the Captain. They entered the clearing where Rowena had spent a month terraforming the landscape and Kid was left breathless at the sight.

The ground was completely leveled out and cleared of debris and foliage; she had settled large stone slabs to create a smooth floor foundation, and she had even set up tall stone walls against the mountain to create a giant, partially built entrance. It was embellished with what he assumed was an illusion as the walls had text on them that would blink and reappear – it spelled out:

☠️Happy Birthday Captain☠️

The band’s equipment was all set up just off the foundation. Fairy lights were woven around the walls and between barrels. A long table was set up with several glasses, bottles of liquor and barrels of rum framing the wooden table.

Killer, who had been dragging along a cart, uncovered and began to sort an array of Kid’s favorite foods on an empty table, opposite of the drinking table. Heat set down a giant box in the center of Killer’s dishes. Kid uncovered it and there was a gigantic cake with his jolly roger decorated in frosting.

“How the fuck did you pull this off?” Kid wondered aloud to no one in particular.

“Team effort,” Killer shrugged nonchalantly. “This motley crew of losers care about you or something.”

Beaming, Kid ordered everyone to start pouring drinks as he walked around taking it all in. Rowena watched him from the wall she was leaning on with the Massacre Soldier.

“Think he likes it?” she whispered.

“I’ve never seen him this surprised or speechless in the time I’ve known him; since he was this tall,” Killer lowered his hand until it hovered just below his kneecap.

“Aw little guy!” her lavender eyes twinkled.

Drinks were passed around and Kid took his place in the center, raising his glass in the air and the others followed suit.

“22 years alive in this miserable world and I couldn’t ask for a better crew to sail these wicked seas. Drink up fuckers, it’s time to party – next week we conquer!” he emptied his glass as the crew cheered and toasted. He made his way to the wall and pulled Killer into a giant hug, thumping his back excitedly. Killer wished him happy birthday again and then left the couple alone to get another drink.

Kid held out his hand and Rowena took it; he twirled her around, pulling her flush to his chest. She looked at him sweetly, “Happy Birthday Captain Kid,” she purred at him.

He crashed his lips against hers, slipping his tongue inside her mouth and dominating her. She moaned lightly against him and he pushed her up against the wall, sliding his flesh hand to cup her boobs.

Giggling she put a hand on his chest, “we have all night for that. Come on let’s enjoy your party first and then,” she whispered in his ear, making his cheeks flush deeply.

“Holy fuck well when you put it that way,” he grinned at her, giving her a final kiss before they walked to the liquor table and he commanded everyone to take shots.

As the night wore on and the pirates got slammed they all indulged in drinking games and eating every scrap of food until only the cake was left. Cat got the first taste when no one was looking. By the time Heat and Wire went to grab the cake and light the candles, part of the jolly roger had been licked clean to reveal spongey cake underneath. Shrugging to one another, they arranged the candles over the bare spot and moved on with the celebration.

Once the cake had been properly devoured, Kid started a mosh pit on the floor as Wire, Heat, Killer and Gig began playing a punk rock show. At one point Kid got on stage himself and began to sing. Rowena was genuinely surprised that the man could hold a note. She knew that he had the ability to scream and shout for long periods without going hoarse, but to hear him singing was something else entirely.

Kid looked like a genuine rockstar god on the stage with his spiked coat and long locks thrashing as he banged his head to the music. He would switch between singing passionately and then switch to guttural screaming during the more hardcore songs. His deep voice sounded natural against the sharp chords and intense metal music; the Captain could seriously consider a career in music if piracy didn’t work out for him.

Then the final song happened. Kid didn’t take his eyes off the Witch as he put his entire soul into his performance. For the first time since she met him, Rowena felt as if she’d been the one put under a spell. The way his voice flirtatiously sang the evocative lyrics against the sweet musical caresses – a stark contrast from the emo music they had been playing. It was a dark and twisted love ballad. She felt her heart tighten as Kid continued his show.

And after all the sorrow / We'll be riding high And the truth of the matter is / I'll never let you go, let you go

You go down just like Holy Mary / Mary on a, Mary on a cross Your beauty never ever scared me / Mary on a, Mary on a cross

If you choose to run away with me / I will tickle you internally And I see nothing wrong with that

The pirates erupted into cheers as the show came to an end. Rowena raised her glass to her man and blew him a kiss while his bandmates rotated around the stage to continue without the redhead as their front man.

Kid leapt off stage and strolled over to her, taking a drink from one his crew’s hands, bringing it to clink against her glass. Toasting to each other, they tried to link their arms together and drink, which proved to be a problem since Rowena’s arms were hilariously shorter than Kid’s. He threw his head back laughing as she muttered a spell to clean the spilled liquor off herself. He only stopped for the briefest moment to lap up droplets of rum off her chest that she had missed entirely.

Rowena took drink after drink, knowing she would need it to release all the tension in her body for what was to come. Several hours of partying later, the Captain was officially over it and ready to get his dick wet. He practically dragged Rowena back to the ship, panting and petting over her before they even crossed the cabin threshold.

“I know you’re excited but this is one of those nights were we’re going to have to take it a little slower than normal,” she bit her lip, suddenly unsure if Kid was capable of being that gentle with her, especially drunk. Chuckling, he smoothed her hair and kissed her gently.

“It’s not my first time doing this, I’ll be careful with you. I don’t ever want to hurt you, especially with you letting me do this. It’s your first time yeah?” She nodded shyly. “Then I’ll make it the best experience for you.”

Kid started by kissing her neck lovingly, brushing through her hair with organic fingers as his metal arm gently directed her on the bed. Rowena relaxed against him, weaving her arms around his neck as he continued placing kisses on her jaw and face. She caressed Kid’s skin with her fingers, tracing along his muscles and occasionally giving them a squeeze to which he would flex, and she would moan into his mouth, gripping the hard muscles fervently.

It turned out the Supernova was more than capable of being verrrry gentle, at least when it concerned his Witch. He started their affair with soft touches on her body as he explored her vulnerable spots, stroking, pinching, and strobing lightly against her body as he undressed her like he was slowly unwrapping a present. He sucked on her nipples for every throaty moan Rowena let out as his fingers stroked her clit, feeling her body tense as he edged out her orgasm. He moved to slip his fingers inside her core, reveling in the gushing wetness he produced from her and he spread her silkiness down her labia and to her second, tighter entrance.

With a long finger he began to gently rub the outer rim of his Witch’s ass trying to loosen her up a bit. Feeling truly fucking grateful he was the first – and most definitely the last – man to touch and explore her in this way. Truly a gift.

He heard her breath hitch and he lowered his mouth to her sopping core, murmuring out a soft, “It’s ok baby, I’ll take good care of you,” and he plunged his tongue deep inside her, lapping up her juices as her body arced into his mouth.

He let out a chuckle that made her body break out in goosebumps from the sensation. He used his pinky to gently probe the entrance of her ass, her dripping slick lubricating the area, allowing him to slip his finger in to the first knuckle. Rowena let out a gasp of pain mixed with surprised pleasure as he stilled his finger inside her, allowing her to adjust to the new feeling.

Kid’s cock twitched in anticipation but he paced himself, not wanting to overstimulate his woman and ruin the experience for her due to his insatiable hunger.

“Doing ok?” he asked in a gruff voice.

“Yeah, keep going,” she lightly panted.

He grunted and began sliding his pinky further inside her, feeling her tight walls adjust to his digit as he continued fucking her pussy with his heavy tongue. As he began to slowly pump his pinky in and out of her, his mouth began a deadly assault on her clitoris. He flattened his tongue against her bundle of nerves, stroking her with his tongue, letting the tip of his wet muscle apply direct pressure to her clit as she let out choked gasps in response to his ministrations.

His cock throbbed and leaked out precum, staining his briefs as he continued stretching her body out. He added one, then two fingers, plunging them deep into her pussy. Pumping three digits in and out of her holes rapidly, lips pursed around and sucking on her clit as her whimpers became shrill screams of pleasure.

“Oh fuck Kid, how do you always feel so fucking good,” she drawled out in a haze, tears blearing her vision as she felt her body quiver from the pleasure.

Kid chuckled, “I’m good at everything I do.”

He blew cool air against her drenched core and her hips involuntarily jutted upwards, and she let out a hiss as his pinky – still hooked inside her – pulled her back down on the mattress.

Using his metal arm, he carefully pulled his pants off, freeing his cock and settling it against her body. Kid enjoyed the feeling of her slickness soaking his sensitive skin as he rubbed against her core, letting out a throaty grunt of need.

Rowena’s hand snaked in between them and she lightly traced her fingers over his cock; gently pressing his erection more firmly against her as he edged them. They moaned in unison at the delicious feeling of steady friction on their most sensitive parts. She used her thumb to rub his sensitive head and Kid let out a loud, needy moan. Globby pearls of precum began to weep from his tip and leaked on her clitoral hood as a shooting flash of pleasure began to run through her spine to clit.

“Kid I think, I think I’m gonna…”

She could barely choke out the words as Kid sped up rocking his cock against her swollen lips, his tip harshly jutting into her clit. His precum was fully seeping out of him. After a few sharp thrusts, Rowena felt a taut pull in her lower stomach snap as her body contorted against Kid’s cock, releasing a stream of wetness as she let out a breathless screech from the sensation.

Kid gave her a salacious grin as he watched his Witch’s face go through several emotions, his pelvis now drenched from her squirting. He let himself enjoy her body, slipping his cock inside her to feel her heat warm his member as he lazily thrusted inside her while she rode out her high. Her body tightened against his throbbing cock and he grunted in response, wanting to desperately fuck her into oblivion right then and there. She seemed to want the same, her walls tightened immediately against his length in a vice grip as his cock filled her to capacity.

“Fuck, so fucking tight,” he grunted.

“You’re so fucking huge,” she moaned in response, squirming her hips to create more friction.

Kid withdrew his pinky from her body and gripped her waist as he began to mercilessly buck into her pussy. Rowena responded by wrapping her legs around his waist to angle him deeper inside her, to keep him from leaving. The redhead threw his head back and let out a strangled cry as he could feel his orgasm peaking; he knew he had to act quick or he would lose himself before he could really enjoy her.

He allowed himself a few extra pumps, indulging in the sensation of her cunt trying to milk him before he pulled out completely. Before she could protest, he plunged his fingers inside of her to continue drilling her. He curled his fingers upwards, searching for that spongey spot he knew she loved so much.

As his fingers kept her occupied, he lined his aching cock to her tight hole and probed the entrance with his tip. She let out a small hiss and he pulled back. Kid gathered as much of her slick into his hand and lubricated his shaft with it, spreading it down and over her second hole before he stuck his fingers back inside of her pussy. He lined his cock once more and waited until he could hear loud, breathy moans once more before he attempted to breach her hole.

Using all the self-restraint he had left, Kid pushed the head of his cock into Rowena’s ass, stilling once his head was fully inside to let her adjust to the sensation. She had let out a sharp gasp that was quickly overtaken with the sound of needy lust as his fingers kept rubbing inside her, dragging her attention away from the foreign intrusion.

When he heard no other objections, Kid began to push further inside her, being cautious of any noises of pain. She let out none, other than small yelps of surprise mixed with moaning. He took that as permission to keep sliding in as he rolled his hips.

It took several minutes before he fully bottomed out in her asshole and he let out a fierce whisper, “fucking gods. You’re so…gnh…tight…I feel like I can’t breathe,” he rasped, black dots appeared in his vision.

Rowena responded by clenching her body, walls tightening around his fingers and shaft alike and it made them both gasp sharply.

“Oh fuck keep doing that baby. Goddamn I’m so fucking lucky to get to have you like this,” his voice was hoarse.

She tightened her walls again and Kid snapped his head up, searching for her eyes. Lavendar and amber irises found each other and she gave him a lusty smile, obscenely licking her lips and biting down on her full bottom lip; fuck he would do anything to see her make that face every single day.

Kid stretched his body out so he could reach her face and kiss her with ferocity, his fingers working overtime in her core as he sped his thrusting. Rowena let out needy mewls as he ravished her, her brain went dumb as he aroused every part of her until she was sure she would pass out from the overstimulation.

She focused on tightening her walls with every full thrust he gave her body, drawing out more vocalized noises from the Supernova than she had ever heard from him before. He was panting, grunting like an animal as the speed of his thrusting increased; he gave out throaty moans for every squeeze she gave him, a hiss of pleasure for every scrape on his skin and scalp her nails graced him with. And her favorite sound of all – the praising he showered her with as he neared his end.

“You’re doing so good for your first-time princess. You took my monster cock inside you without complaint and you deserve a big fucking reward. I’m going to give you everything,” he moaned into her mouth.

“Is my reward you painting my insides with your cum, babe?” Rowena moaned back as he licked her lips down to her jaw, sucking on her damp flesh.

“Aye but that’s not all. I’ll coat your insides, your outside and much much more after we’re done tonight,” he promised, voice getting gruffer and she could feel his cock stiffening inside her.

He was right at the edge. Using his fingers, he began to rub her g-spot faster, adding his thumb to her clit to make her come again before he could release. He knew exactly how much pressure and speed he needed to apply make her come undone again; her body arched upwards, screaming in carnal pleasure against him while his thrusting became erratic through her pulsating orgasm.

“HOLY SHIT KID PLEASE!!!!”

Tears flowed from her eyes as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her body officially on fire as she came down from her high, finally registered the burning sensation of his cock mercilessly fucking her virgin asshole. Squeezing her walls one final time, Kid let out a mangled roar as he came. He sloppily thrusted a few times, his cum shooting out in ropes deep inside her ass.

Kid was nothing if not a depraved man. Pulling out and while his cock kept pulsing with his release, he stood above her and fisted his length as his cum kept shooting out, landing on her waist, her tits, her jaw and her hair. Rowena watched him with wide eyes as his cock just kept gushing with cum and he gave her a wicked grin. He lowered himself to her pussy, pushing in until his pelvis was flush against hers and she gasped as he thrusted harshly in her, both hands supporting himself upright as he fucked into her.

The last of his cum had spilled out but he pushed through it and kept bucking wildly into her, forcing a final orgasm to wash over him. It didn’t take long as he watched his first load dripping down her body, felt it leaking from her ass as his balls slapped against her throbbing hole. With a final, beast-like roar, he slammed his hips harshly against Rowena and came again.

His cum overfilled Rowena’s core, thick whiteness flowed out of her as she let out a throaty whine while her lover milked himself using her body. With a groan Kid was finally spent and pulled out of her, leaning backwards to admire his work.

Rowena looked completely fucking ruined; her face was flushed red and her chest was heaving from exertion. Her hair was plastered to her head and body and he could see his cum was already drying and cracking in her hair. His seed on her body was dripping down on his sheets; but the best sight of all – her asshole and pussy both oozing with his cum as both loosened holes leaked profusely.

Kid gently stroked her thick thighs as he steadied his breathing, occasionally dipping a finger into his seed and spreading it on her thighs.

“I wish I could take a picture of you like this, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life,” he crowed, licking his lips in delight at her squirming underneath him.

Rowena gave him a cheeky smile, “there’s a camera in the chest from when we visited Dressrosa,” her eyes twinkled.

Kid shot up and ran to the chest, finding the desired item. He raced back and stood in front of her, putting his eye in the view finder and pressing the shutter. The polaroid flashed and the picture printed. He also grabbed Rowena a towel and helped wipe her off, laying together in bed as the picture developed.

It came out a little dark but it was otherwise perfect. Rowena was reclining backwards, slightly propped on her elbows with one hand squeezing a breast coated in his cum. She was winking at the camera, her tongue licking her upper lip and teeth with an impish look. The flash of the camera made his cum shine against her body, especially as it oozed from her holes. Kid grinned at the photo before tucking it into his nightstand drawer.

“Best birthday ever,” he hummed, hugging Rowena to his body with as much love as he could muster with one arm.

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year ago

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how do you do, fellow queers, look how fucking professional i'm being this time, sending an ask like commonfolk/j

for the match-up re-run bc i wanna see nyx struggle with repugnant <3

1. Your identity! i'm sorry for the research nyx

i can very proudly call myself a faggot. my pronouns are they/she/he/xey/per/ghoul, but i'm slowly moving away from the "standard" ones. multigender, but they're all xenogender (ghoulgender, ghoulettegender, gooregender, chaosgender). multisexual (pansexual, asexual, lesbian, aegosexual, orchidsexual, berrisexual). aroallo (aegoromantic, desinoromantic, grayromantic, demiromantic). autistic. theistic satanist.

2. Who do you like?

repugnant. death metal racoons my beloved.

3. What do you look like?

there's a picture. i just dress more like a metalhead now. still wearing too much jewelry. i'm still short (it is a tragedy).

4. What's your personality?

i hate whoever came up with these questions (ekhem, myself).

ISTP-T, according to a quiz i did just before writing this. i'm relatively apathetic, only ever getting truly emotional when i'm overwhelmed. touch-repulsed, but touch-starved when it comes to people close to me. i'm quiet and distant around strangers, but get talkative and open with friends. i struggle with serious self-esteem issues (diagnosed depression, cheers) and i get very anxious about my friends just not liking me anymore and usually need to be yelled at to get my shit together. and then cuddled because i got yelled at. my relationship with emotions is complicated, as i only feel a very faint outline of an emotion most of the time, but i've learned to adapt to it over time and i'm pretty good at adapting my behavior so it looks like i feel a complete emotion.

when it comes to affection, i'm like a cat. i love it, but only when i want it. otherwise i will run away. i also show it in inconvenient ways, i suppose, like randomly grabbing my friends with a weird noise or sometimes (if we're really close) biting them. i feel very uncomfortable around most children, so i despise them.

5. Tell us about your interests!

i'd say repugnant, ghost and in this moment would be my top three bands to listen to, but i also like vocaloid and dolly parton. i always have to have something playing in the background or it's too quiet for me and i lose my shit. i like to read, but i much prefer to overanalyze everything and come up with ridiculous theories and headcanons to write about (i think emeritus-fuckers is proof of that). I like writing, but only stuff i actually enjoy writing, not whatever bullshit they're coming up with for uni. I can't write porn, yet people seem to think that i can, which is honestly hilarious to me.

i like making bracelets and other arts and crafts things, though i suck at it and usually it looks like trash.

i like video games, mostly sims 4 (finally figured out how to furnish it hallelujah) right now, but i like classic assassin's creed games (which means everything that came out before Origins/Odyssey bc fuck i hate these), the saints row series and skyrim too. and uncharted, too. and i guess tekken, but i'm just there for the hotties tbh.

i don't really watch movies, but if i had to pick a favorite, it would either be scream, pearl or shrek.

6. Trivia time!

i know way too much about butterflies and moths.

i have a framed attacus atlas.

my favorite food is instant cupped carbonara.

i have a dog (everyone has seen her at this point tbh).

i have a figurine of the batman who laughs and his three robins.

i love juice. especially apple-cherry juice.

i'm a terrible cook, i can make like three dishes and that's it.

i hate working under pressure and/or with deadlines.

i have a rather controversial sense of humor.

i love wearing too much jewelry.

i adore matching things, from jewelry to tattoos.

and here's a few pics of my cuddle monster.

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is…Mary Goore... and DD Sars... and kinda the rest of the band...

Hear me out on this haha, I have spent way too much time thinking about this and well you'll see XD - Nyx

So you met Mary first. They thought you looked cool so they went over to you.

You got chatting and you just kinda clicked with each other. Especially since you both have a controversial sense of humour. Mary enjoys throwing a few playful insults at you and getting all of that back and some.

You met up a few more times, enough so that you became comortable around Mary and them you. Although there was a discussion about your boundaries when you had to explain that you are like a cat, you only want affection when you are in the mood. Which of course Mary respected.

Mary after really getting to know you declared you one of their favourite ever people by lightly biting your shoulder. (This was okay as you way of telling them the same was to display your affection with a bite.)

Mary then proudly introduced you to the rest of the band. You quickly became close with all of them as to be with Mary is to be with the band. When Mary mentioned you had a dog E. wanted to see lots of pictures. He just kinda quietly sat there as you scrolled through them.

You made them all bracelets, G. got very excited by this. You said they look like trash and DD just kinda rounded on you. He firmly told you about how they weren't trash and how could you be so stupid to think so low of yourself. You just kinda nodded and then spend the rest of the day being cuddled by G.

DD does however get you. He never says it to you but its shown through his actions. He will just quitly sit and listen if you want to talk about it. He might say that you are a fucking weirdo but his expression tells the real story. He understands you and he knows what its like to have a complicated realtionship with emotions. There is a really nice companionship you two have because of this.

Mary noticed how you look at DD like you want him to sit on your face. So one night they say to you while pointing at DD "all you have to do is ask, you know, DD would be more than happy to" and then they gave you a little wink. Mary left it with you, it's totally up to you if you want to follow through on that or not...

Written by Nyx

#match up #match up event #ghoulettka #repugnant band #repugnant #mary goore #mary goore x reader #dd sars #dd sars x reader #g grotesque #e forcas

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ninjadeathblade · 1 year ago

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (party thirty four)

Summary: Now that they're together, Conductor and Grooves are slowly settling in with their love for one another. Both have strong feelings for one another but don't always know how to express it.

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Word count: 1,348

Warnings: None

Author's notes: Okay, just before we go into the proper holiday special, we are taking some time out for shenanigans. And friendship. And ghosts. You know, the most likely trio of things! Enjoy.

“See you guys at New Year's!” Snatcher cheered.

“See you later,” Grooves replied before shutting the door.

Empress let out a low growl towards her phone as both of them headed down the stairs.

“What's wrong?”

“Some people didn't leave the other day. And now they're claiming the studio is haunted. The studio crew group chat is blowing up,” Empress explained. “You don't think you could-”

The cat waved her paws around in the air and made a ghoul-like ‘oooooh’.

“Sure, I've got time to kill.”

“Tell us again what happened,” Empress said, arms crossed over her chest.

Owlice, Cody and Pinguini sat on a bench in front of the two of them.

“Well, all the lights went out in the owl side of the studio. Then we heard singing coming from one of the practice rooms. And after we left, the door wouldn't open again,” Pinguini repeated.

“The penguin side is fine though,” Cody added.

"I was going to continue working on the directors’ costumes but I can't get back in,” Owlice complained.

“Alright, I'll go check it out. Sounds like a lost spirit just having a few laughs. Or a newly deceased,” Snatcher agreed, taking off his hoodie and passing it to Empress.

“Don't do anything stupid,” she said, eyeing him.

To anyone else, it would be a cold statement accompanied by a glare.

But he could see through that facade.

To him, it was a worried friend who cared more than she wanted to show.

“No more stupid than absorbing an entire curse,” Snatcher promised, walking up to the door. “This one, right?”

“Yeah, it won't open.”

Snatcher took a deep breath as he placed one hand on the door.

Frost spread across it and through the cracks, before entirely wrenching the door off its hinges.

“That's new. Should've been shadows,” he muttered.

“Everything good?” Empress questioned.

He shot her a quick grin over one shoulder.

“Yeah. Just stay here.”

Snatcher held his hand up, a blue flame floating just above his palm as he walked along the dark hallway.

Sure enough, singing drifted down the hall towards him.

Slowly, he pieced together words.

Lyrics.

A love song, perhaps.

From a musical?

Something about an angel of music?

Snatcher pushed open a door, looking at the spirit who abruptly went quiet.

“An owl.”

“Yes..?” The spirit stepped towards him, her wings moving to rest at her sides. “You can see me?”

“Yeah, I'm dead too.” Snatcher shrugged, extinguishing the flame in his hand. “Why are you haunting the studio?”

“Oh, I was looking for my husband. I've been looking after my little girl for a long time now but I saw him the other week. So I thought I'd check up on how his latest movie is going,” the owl explained.

“He gets in over his head a lot. But he's made a friend or two again now, which is nice. I hope he's okay.”

Snatcher sat down cross-legged on the floor, looking intently at the owl.

She copied his motion, sitting down about a foot away from him. “Anyway, you said you were dead too? I'm sorry. It's terribly lonely.”

“No, it's- it's not that lonely. I'm sort of a- a special kind of ghost? Yeah, I guess. Living people can still see me.”

“That must be nice.”

“Yeah, I've got a couple friends…” he trailed off, watching the owl again. “Have we met before? I swear I recognise you from somewhere.”

“No, I think I'd remember if we'd met,” she laughed. “You must think I'm rude though, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Scarlett.”

Empress picked up a framed picture on the table beside the sofa, holding it out to Snatcher.

“That was us. Me, Claw, Trisha, and Scarlett. The 'Steel Rose' gang. I did management for their band,” she explained quietly. “Trisha made it big after the band split up. Claw worked for me when I started the Nyakuza. And Scarlett…”

She broke off with a shaky exhale.

“Scarlett was happy while she was alive.”

“I'm sorry.”

He rested his head on her shoulder.

“Don't be. I mean, I miss her. Everyone who knew her does. I looked after her kid. Well, not really. More like I kept an eye on her. Her dad wasn't in the right headspace to give her the attention she needed.”

“Poor kid.”

“Gold medallist swimmer now.”

“Nice.”

“You know her dad.”

“What?”

“Short, angry, yellow.”

“No way.”

“Yeah.”

“You're- you're Scarlett!” Snatcher gasped.

“Um, yes…? That's what I just said,” Scarlett chuckled.

“Conductor's wife…” Snatcher murmured, still trying to wrap his head around it.

“Yup. Together till the end,” she said, smiling weakly. “I wish I hadn't been so sick. Maybe we could have finished that movie. Apparently he never released it. Only one scene was left to film but he gave up.”

“How long have you been dead?” Snatcher asked.

Scarlett shrugged. “Roxie was about six when I died so… twenty years or so now.”

“Empress misses you. So does Conductor,” Snatcher blurted.

Scarlett’s eyes welled with tears. “Empress is still alive?”

“Yeah, she isn't dying anytime soon. Not on her terms. And definitely not now that I know her.”

Snatcher failed to ignore the chill that spread down his spine as frost curled near his feet on the floor.

He frantically moved, pacing the room.

“Empress is too stubborn to die. And Conductor's happy, so you know. His, uh, friend? They're sort of a thing now,” Snatcher told her.

“Good. That's so good,” Scarlett sobbed.

Snatcher turned and looked at her, stopping in his tracks.

He sighed before hoisting her up from the floor and hugging her.

“It wasn't easy but they should be happy together. They're a nice fit for one another.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Scarlett sniffed before wriggling out his grip and floating just in front of him. “Can you pass on some messages?”

“Of course.”

“Let Empress know I'm glad she's okay. And tell Roxie I'm proud of her.”

“No message for Conductor?”

“I don't think I could put it into words.”

“Do you…want to pass on?” Snatcher asked gently. Scarlett shook her head.

“No, I want to stay here a while longer.”

“Just don't haunt the studio too much,” Snatcher advised. “You spooked some of the kids here. I say kids, they are grown ups. But they're just so little, you know?”

“I promise to try and not muck up anything in the studio again,” Scarlett responded with a laugh.

“If you decide on any more messages or that it's time to pass, come find me.”

“Thank you… what was your name?”

“Snatcher.”

“Thank you Snatcher.”

“You're welcome.”

He twirled his wrist, the flame appearing just above his palm again as he trekked back to the lobby.

"Well?! Did you deal with the ghost?!” Cody squeaked as he walked back out.

Snatcher rolled his eyes and closed his hand, flame disappearing along with it.

“It's not like she meant to cause any problems.”

Snatcher beckoned Empress to follow him and walked to the opposite side of the room from the trio.

“What?”

“Scarlett’s happy you're alive.”

Empress’ ears pricked and she darted towards the hallway.

“No- no, don't!”

The cat's paws thudded down the hallway and Snatcher mentally cursed.

He turned to the trio again. “Stay here.”

His form shifted and he floated down the hallway, serpentine body slowly moving down the dark passage.

“Empress?”

He eventually arrived back at the room from before.

Empress was crumpled on her knees, a few sniffs filling the otherwise silent room.

Snatcher twisted his body around her, weaving his body into a tight hug.

“She's gone.”

“I know.”

Empress let out a shaky exhale before sitting up straighter and leaning back against him.

“She was like the sun. Everything went around her. Everything fell to pieces without her.”

“She seemed really nice.”

“I know I'll never have her back. But if you see her again, let her know how much I miss her.”

Snatcher spotted a faintly glowing figure out the corner of his eye.

“I'm sure she knows.”

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bkwrm523 · 2 years ago

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I posted 3,133 times in 2022

That's 492 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Guys it’s finally cold here. I’m wearing warmer pants, layers, and I even put on a light sweater. I’ve never been so happy to be cold

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My dash is kinda down today have some pictures of my cat to cheer you up

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223 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

Imagine getting interrupted by Leonardo’s brothers

Warnings: some pre-sex making out, hands over clothes, nothing more. Title says it all.

It started out innocently.

Watching tv in Leo’s room at the lair, sitting upright in his bed and snuggling against his side. His arm around your shoulders. You were so warm and comfortable you could almost fall asleep.

Then Leo started nipping at your neck.

You gave a shaky inhale, your eyes sliding half shut, and instinctively leaned your head away from him, baring more of your neck for him. Leo gave an appreciative growl that went straight to your vagina. You quite lost the ability to concentrate after that, as Leo redoubled his efforts to distract you.

Soon, Leo was pulling you to straddle his lap, releasing your neck from his mouth as you moved. His hands framed your hips as you moved, holding you steady and controlling your movements so your landed with your crotch right on top of his growing erection. You panted a little, trying to regain your senses, but he didn’t give you the chance. There was lust in his bright blue eyes, an insatiable hunger just for you. Your breath caught at his expression, and you felt caught in the gaze of a predator.

One of his hands moved to grip your ass, and the other moved up to cup the back of your skull, pulling you in for a long kiss. You rested your arms around his shoulders, trying to melt into him as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. One of your hands lifted to play with the tails on his mask, the other dropping to dig your fingernails into his shell. Leo growled again, his arms tightening around you and grinding his hips up into yours.

Caught up in his kiss as you were, you didn’t really notice the click of Leo’s door opening, but he did.

Leo reacted instantly, breaking the kiss and spinning you both quickly, until he was lying facedown on the couch with you underneath him, shielding you with his body. He bent the arm on the far side of the back of the couch, planting it next to your head to support his weight, further shielding you from view. He turned towards the back of the couch, twisting his head around to glare at the door as it opened.

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My #1 post of 2022

World’s Greatest Detective

Title: World’s Greatest Detective Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bruce Wayne/reader Word Count: 2519 Warnings: Sex in the batsuit, oral.... playful interrogation? Summary: You’re hiding something from Bruce, and he’s going to find out what. One way or another. Author’s Note: As usual, this is in no particular universe.

In your defense, it had been Clark Kent’s idea.

Apparently, the whole thing had spawned during a conversation with Lois. You weren’t sure exactly how it’d gone; probably Clark expressing a desire to do something to cheer up Bruce. Not that Bruce was unusually unhappy; he was just like that. In any case, Clark had suggested it, and either Lois hadn’t been able to talk him out of it, or Clark had shown such puppy like enthusiasm and excitement about it, that she simply hadn’t had the heart to point out the flaws in his plan.

So now here you were. Part of a collection of your boyfriend Bruce Wayne’s friends and family. Planning a surprise birthday party for him. A surprise party for someone who was often called the world’s greatest detective.

You were doomed.

So, you weren’t particularly surprised one night when Bruce started to poke at you. It was late, Bruce had finished patrol, and you, he, and Alfred were finishing up. Putting things away, going over files, cleaning armor, the usual sort of things that needed to be tied up before you three could call yourselves done for the night. Bruce had taken off his cowl, but kept the rest of the armor on for the moment as he went over files in the computer.

“You’re hiding something from me.” Bruce broke the silence. Alfred was on the other side of the cave. Within shouting distance, but not the low conversational tone Bruce was using. You were next to him, entering your share of the night’s information into another terminal next to him. Bruce was using his Batman voice, the one that made you shiver.

“Bruce, are you arguing with the files again.” You asked him without looking up, feigning misunderstanding.

“I’m talking to you.” He replied sternly. “Do you think I don’t know when you’re lying to me?” It was the usual Batman voice, but there was something...

“Wait.” You replied, pausing what you were doing to give him a surprised and amused look. “Are you using your interrogation voice on me?”

“Answer the question.”

“What did I do?!” You feigned confusion and amusement, not actual offense. No need to turn the conversation ugly. Bruce stared at you for a long moment, then hit a comms button.

“Alfred.” Bruce said.

“Yes, Master Bruce?”

“Are you about done over there? I’d like some time alone with Y/n.” “Just about,” Alfred replied, setting down what he was holding, with a faint smirk that you could just see from where you sat. He turned and walked to the exit. “Do try to keep the noise down, sir.”

And then he was gone. You couldn’t help but feel excitement and dread in the pitt of your stomach.

You stood from your chair, aimlessly straightening the papers in front of you. “I think I’m gonna go to bed, too. It’s getting-”

“Stop.” Bruce interrupted you. You froze, unable to disobey. Your eyes were fixed on the desk, too nervous to look up and see his expression. You heard him move around, stand, and the slow footfalls over to you.

“Look at me.” Bruce’s voice was firm and menacing, but soft. You obeyed.

He’d put his cowl back on. And turned the voice changer on. Fuck. He rested his hands on the desk on either side of you, caging you in, and leaned in until he was inches away.

“What aren’t you telling me.” Batman growled at you. Your breath caught, and for a moment you couldn’t speak. Any other criminal might wet themselves in this situation. You, on the other hand, were unbearably turned on.

“I, uh.” Coherent words was a bit too much to ask under the circumstances.

“Tell me what you know.” Batman growled again.

“I... there’s...”

“Tell me what this is about, and I’ll kiss you until you’re limp and weak.”

Shit.

“You-your birthday. It’s about your birthday.” You couldn’t look away from his eyes, any more than you could not answer him. Bruce moved immediately.

Both his arms lifted from the table and wrapped around you. One of them low on your back, the other cupping the back of your skull and holding you in place as his lips landed on yours and ravaged you. You clung to him, arms gripping wherever they could reach, and sunk into him, able to do nothing more than submit to his passionate kiss. His tongue was in your mouth, and you whined a little, stimulated at how helpless you felt in his arms. He growled, and one leg pushed yours apart, slotting his hips between your legs until you could feel his suit’s codpiece pressing against you. Your hands clenched on fistfuls of his suit and you moaned as he ground the codpiece into you. His arms and the desk were all that was holding you up.

By the time he released you to slump back against the desk, you were dizzy. Just as limp and weak as he’d promised. His grip on you loosened, but his arms didn’t leave you. The arm on top moved from your head down to the back of your shoulders.

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arcanadreams · 3 years ago

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That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?)

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~”

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams.

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that.

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way.

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism.

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?”

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on.

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process.

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care.

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet.

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention.

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram.

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place.

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly.

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

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min-yumniverse · 2 years ago

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Stroke My Whiskers One Last Time (1)

This story contains: fluff, food, nudity, death.

"Order up!" A (h/c) girl said, spinning up to the table with a plated angel cake in her palms. The sweet smell of cream and bread filled the warm building. The chatty customers add to the fullness of the rustic building. "Enjoy." She walked to the back of the bakery, opening a heavy wooden door leading to the kitchen. A light steam from baking escaped through the door.

(Y/n) wasn't the richest, but she was happy with the way she lived. She didn't have a lot of money but she had a lot of spirit. Many of the boys and girls loved being by her side. She was always so cheerful and full of positivity, she was always adored by the adults around her.

"What would you like to order ma'am?"

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"Your highness, please come back!" A woman in a servant dress came running out of a large room. A stressed sweat was visible while she swiftly moved, holding up her mustard gown so as to not trip on it. She hastily approached the young man in baby blue silk pyjamas. As she got closer to him she reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him from escaping the building. He turned around to glare at her with his deep black eyes. If looks could kill, she would already be buried six feet under.

"There's no way I'll marry someone I don't even love!! Who do you take me for wench?!" He turned around pushing the lady away from him before walking away farther. The boy was beginning to approach the stained glass doors which lead to the large garden. Just five more seconds and he could be free of all the naggings. Free from other people's expectations and orders.

"You heard the King's orders, you can't just walk out like this!" The woman continued to chase him. He picked up his speed to the door, opening and slamming it on the lady's face. "Oh dear..." the lady put her hand to her face, massaging her temples. "He can't avoid marriage forever he's almost twenty for god's sake." She shook her head and walked back to the King's headquarters.

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The sky was dark, crickets chirped keeping the night from being silent. (Y/n) locked up the bakery, securing the wooden plank in front of the door with an iron lock. "Meow~" She heard a cat whining at her.

"Back again Little Prince?" She crouched down to pet the black cat. He had bright blue eyes and grey mitten paws. He comes by usually at night after (Y/n) gets off of work.

"Meow~" The cat purred out, rubbing his head on (Y/n)'s legs. He especially loved his ears and chin being scratched. Soon enough (Y/n) picked the cat up and brought him to her little home. As she stood back up she patted down her striped blue skirt and butter-stained apron.

"Alright Little Prince let's head home and eat," she said to the cat, earning an excited meow back. She walked along the dark streets, barely litten up by the lantern posts. Her home was small but cosy. "Mom, Dad, I'm home!" She shouted out replacing the shoes on her feet with house slippers.

Silence replied to her. She walked into the kitchen, "Fish again?" she asked as she opened the icebox taking out some fish that she bought the previous day. She put them next to her cutting board, gutting, deboning and scaling the fish. She squeezed some lemon and lime juice onto the fish, marinating them. While she waited for the fish to absorb the lemon-lime mixture she put rosemary and butter in a large pan over her cooking fire. Throwing the fish in the pan caused a large splash and sizzle sound.

The cat purred while watching her from the table. He dragged the picture frames from the middle of the table near the chairs, making it appear as if there were more people in the home. (Y/n) fetched a potato and some carrots from the vegetable basket, cut the potato down the middle and threw everything in the oven to soften. She mixed the middle of the potato with cheese, parsley, garlic and butter. "Little Prince~ dinner is ready!" She brought 3 plates to the table. giving one with a single cooked fish to her parent's painted portraits. One with a fish and chopped carrots to the cat and finally her own plate with fish and a potato. "bon appétit," (Y/n) said as she and the cat began feasting on the delicious meal.

"Meow~"

Upon finishing the food, (Y/n) walked to her bedroom, which only fit a dresser and a bed. Mint green hues glistened off of her walls. "I should take a bath." She grabbed a wooden bucket and headed outside, the cat following her every last step. She walked up to the metal hose pump, grabbed the handle and began thrusting it for water to come out of the spout. When her bucket was full she walked back into her house to pour the water into the bathtub. She put on a fire under the tub to heat the water before leaving again to get more water to fill up the tub.

It took four, maybe five trips back and forth to get water to put in the tub. Sweat dripped from (Y/n)'s face as she put out the fire. The water was just a few degrees too cool to cook her alive. The perfect temperature. The cat waited outside while (Y/n) bathed herself. He never entered the bathroom with her, cats don't typically like water. She, of course, wouldn't expect him to.

An hour passed by and the cat began meowing and scratching the door. "Alright, alright!" (Y/n) giggled out to the cat, rinsing off her hair one last time. Then getting out of the bathtub, too lazy to drain it at the moment. She got out and wrapped herself in a towel. While she dried her hair she opened the door to reveal the one who was meowing on the other side. "Are you happy now?" She giggled while picking the cat up and laying down on her bed, still in her towel.

He purred and rubbed his head on her collarbone and chin while she pet him. Soon enough she fell asleep and the cat pulled a fuzzy blanket onto her.

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By the time (y/n) woke up her little friend was already gone. She was still in just a towel and her hair was frizzy from sleeping on it wet. “I wonder where he goes off to every morning?” The girl got up from her bed and dressed, struggling to tighten her corset herself.

She opened the bakery once more and repeated her usual day. “Welcome~”

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“Yoongi! How dare you run out of The Castle like that?!” His father, the King, raised his hand to the boy. The stinging sensation led to his eyes tearing up. But the prince refused to cry. He was a grown man. ‘Men don’t cry,’ as he was taught at a young age. All the adults spread these words for him to hide his emotions and never share them… Toxic masculinity if you would.

The prince always got yelled at for leaving The Castle. Why did he have to be born the prince of a large kingdom? Born into this cursed life of high standards? Oh, how he just wanted to leave and explore the kingdom without being recognized. “Yoongi, you’re going to get married whether you like it or not. It’s for the sake of our kingdom,” his father flamed at him. He sat up from his bed laid with silky white sheets.

“But how am I supposed to marry someone I don’t even love! Father, isn’t your top priority to make me happy? This is making my life miserable,” The prince shouted back to his father, letting the warm tears simmer down his cheeks. His fists were squeezed shut, shaking from the tension. He was furious. How he wanted to punch his father with all of his might and knock the man out cold. Though, he knew he couldn’t do so. He would never be let out of his room, let alone out into the kingdom. “Shouldn’t you choose family over anything else? What would Mother say?” The prince wept out.

“My top priority is the Kingdom, to give my family a good life.” The king narrowed his dark eyes at the boy. “And to give you a good life, you need to marry a capable woman,” his father sighed, sitting down, on the large bed, next to the prince.

“What if I found someone for myself?” The prince’s eyes shimmered with hope. “I can find a capable woman, that I love,” he went off, wanting to convince his father. The King sighed at the boy.

“I’ll give you by the end of the month. You know what happens if she finds out though.” The prince’s face gleamed with his smile. He nodded vigorously at the king.

“Yes, yes. I know father, I won’t tell her,” The prince bounced up from his bed. He dashed to his changing quarters, putting his coat, trousers and hat on, and then he ran out the door. His father looked at him amused. Did the prince already have someone in mind? Or was it just an excuse to see the Kingdom he loves being in so much? The King chuckled at his son’s ambitiousness.

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“Welco- Oh my, Good morning Your Highness!” (Y/N) bowed, her hair covering her face. The prince lightly bowed back to the girl as a reply,

“And to you.” He sat down at one of the unpolished mahogany tables. There were a few water stains here and there on each table, adding to the rustic-themed bakery. The girl was flustered, she had never thought she would meet anyone in the royal family.

“Your Highness, what can I do for you?” The girl stood at the prince’s table waiting for his order. Her hands got clammy from her nerves, and she tried not to clench them or rub the sweat off on her apron. The prince gave her a gummy smile.

“A Fiadone Corse with a coffee, no sugar,” the prince replied to the girl. She nodded to him telling him how long it would take to make the pastry. The prince waited patiently for the girl to bring him his coffee, and a little bit after a slice of freshly made Fiadone Corse. The prince’s mouth watered from just the scent of the beautiful dessert. “Thank you,” he blurted out to the girl. Flustering her further.

“It’s my honour to serve you, Your Highness.” She just barely got out of stuttering in her sentence. She walked back into the kitchen to get other orders out onto customers’ tables. The prince was ecstatic with his Fiadone Corse, it had a satisfying creamy texture with an ideal balance of the citrusy flavour. And the coffee mixed perfectly with the flavours. His smile never faltered from his face.

When the girl glanced over to him, seeing his bright smile, a grin formed on her face too. ‘Happiness is contagious,’ they say. And she was getting the disease. She walked over to the prince, “How is you food, Your Highness?” The prince gave her a gummy smile in return, before composing himself, lowering his smile.

“It was super,” he replied to her question, smirking at the girl. She smiled in return.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she gratefully told the prince. She gave him the price for the meal and saw him off into the kingdom.

“Would… would you be willing to accompany me? I don’t know my way around these parts,” the prince asked the girl. Could this be happening? She barely processed that The Prince of the kingdom was at her bakery, and now he was asking for her to be his tour guide. She didn’t know how to think anymore and blurted out the first thing that ran through her mind.

“I- I have the bakery to look at… I can close it early. Yes. Yes I would love to show you around!” Her bright red cheeks made it apparent how flustered and anxious she was.

“Can I stay in the bakery until you close then,” he asked the girl. She nodded vigorously. She was at a loss for words. In disbelief. The kingdom’s prince? At her bakery? Asking her to show him around town? No way. This was obviously a dream. She wasn’t some main character in a play written by Shakespeare. She was no Juliet. If she was to be any character in Romeo and Juliet, she would be Peter. “Thank you,” the prince said to (Y/n), detaching her from her train of thoughts. She bowed to him and led him to the kitchen,

“Ma’am, would it be alright if I left early? The prince requested for me to show him about the kingdom.” An older lady put down her whisk and looked at the girl in disbelief.

“What are you still doing here? If he wants you to leave go with him immediately!” the old lady hurried the girl out of the door, the prince following closely behind. “I’m so sorry Your Highness, she needs to learn her manners around the royal family,” the lady said, glaring at the girl in mild disappointment. “Well, I don’t want to keep you waiting, Your Highness. You two should be off now.” The lady shoed them away from the bakery, “I can handle the bakery for today.” The girl nodded in response to the lady.

9.3.22

If I missed any mistakes I made uhh 🙈 ignore them. Also if anyone sees my work somewhere other than on min-yumniverse’s (my) page, sue them, beat them up in an undisclosed parking-lot and send me their name.

Thank you all for reading my story!! Look forward to more!

#suga x reader #yoongi #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #fantasy au #royalty au #tradgety #romance yoongi #cat #little meow meow

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moonboykeith · 3 years ago

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klance headcanons:

lance thrives on pda

keith is sort of shy and awkward with pda but he has his moments

lance loves to go on double date with his friends

keith doesn't really like the idea of double dates so much but he puts up with them for the sake of lance.

lance is the only thing holding keith back from committing arson.

both of them think murder is an absolutely fine activity for a couple to bond over. lance is joking, keith not so much.

lance keeps flirting with keith but freezes once keith flirts back.

keith is secretly very sentimental and romantic but usually struggles to express his strong emotions.

they sometimes raid the kitchen for hunk's baking during midnight because they're hungry.

they still bicker a lot on the silliest things.

after their first real argument both of them were devastated. needless to say, hunk and shiro were up almost all night trying to comfort the idiots. ("but what if he wants to break up? i raised my voice at him, i don't see why he'd want to stay-")

when keith is a bit sad, lance will take him out for cryptid hunting to cheer him up. sometimes pidge would join.

mothman is a common daily topic in the klance household.

veronica and keith love to gang up against lance and tease him. ("i should've never introduced you two to each other.")

lance loves the rain and dancing in it with keith. it makes him feel like the protagonist of a romantic movie.

keith is a cat and hates getting wet, he usually prefers to stay inside during rain and just enjoy the sound of the thunder outside while reading. so when lance drags him out to dance in the rain he usually keeps protesting throughout. (although he secretly enjoys it very much.)

keith believed that he was physically incapable of dancing, so lance began teaching him. now keith believes he's just destined to be a bad dancer, lance asks him to have a little more faith in his abilities.

they have polar opposite music tastes but both of them appreciate some halsey and cavetown for themselves. so by default the only songs played on long drives aside from anime openings are songs by the said two artists.

once they got really drunk and choreographed a dance routine to unravel (yes, the tokyo ghoul opening). they even recorded it. keith refuses to acknowledge that this ever happened. ("c'mon babe, we had a bonding moment- ")

one day keith told lance he knew how to speak japanese. lance pleaded keith to teach him so he could finally watch anime without subtitles. keith sighed but agreed.

they usually start their night by spooning each other but by the time they wake up keith's feet are on lance's face, lance's right hand is off the bed, keith's left leg is on the sidetable, lance's right leg is on keith's back. basically they're a tangled mess of limbs.

keith is a hoodie stealer >:)

lance once tried to steal one of keith's hoodies from his closet as a revenge only to find all of his hoodies that he thought he lost ages ago in his boyfriend's closet.

lance has a very specific way of placing things. keith is a heathen and throws his shit everywhere and wherever it lands is its new home.

a month before moving in together they both took cooking lessons from hunk so that they don't depend on hunk and take out for survival.

lance did most of the decorations of their first apartment but by the time they moved out to their second one three years later, keith had enough sense of aesthetic for lance to entrust some decorations to him as well. lance felt like a proud teacher watching his boyfriend try to figure what shade of green for the curtains best matched the color of the walls.

pidge lived in their guest room for an year while they (pidge is non binary in my hcs) looked for a new house and now even though they have shifted into their new house, half of their stuff is still at lance and keith's place and it's not uncommon to find them hogging the guest room at all times.

they have a big ass picture of all the paladins and shiro and coran framed in their bedroom.

they video call allura, romelle and coran every sunday and have monthly "family outings" with shiro, curtis, pidge, matt and hunk.

keith once accidentally adopted a baby raccoon thinking it was a weird little cat. lance and kosmo were terrified.

soon they actually did adopt a cat and lance named her comet because keith wouldn't let him name her baguette.

#klance #YEAH BOI #FUCK CANON #I REVOLT #THEY'RE DISGUSTINGLY DOMESTIC BITCHES #AND IM HERE FOR IT #klance headcanon #fluff for the soul #fluff fluff fluff #🗒 ❛ vi's hc

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rachaelswrites · 3 years ago

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Being Wes’ Daughter

Wes x Daughter!reader

What being Wes’ daughter includes

A/N: This is my first Wes fic! Hope you all like it!

-He is literally the best dad ever

-You two are best friends

-Even with his busy work schedule, he never misses anything important

-He’s been a vet since you were a baby so by now, the whole office knows you

-You spend most of your time at the office either in the back with him or in the reception/waiting area

-When you were little, you followed him around like a shadow and everyone thought it was adorable. You were always called “Mini Dr. Wes” (the nickname has stuck around though)

-Once you were old enough, your dad let you work there and help out when you could

-You grew up at the vet’s office so you grew up with animals and loved them. You planned to follow in his footsteps but Wes would never force you to

-At home, anytime you need homework help, your dad is your go to person. He went to vet school so he knows a lot (he’s a nerd but so are you)

-All your friends at school have a crush on your dad. You always hear them talking about him but you brush it off. It’s been that way since middle school

-You’re convinced some of your teachers also have a crush on him. There’s no need for several of your teachers to call him in once a month to tell him about how amazing of a student you are

-He already knows that

-Since he’s single, you’re used to him having dates over but most of the time, you choose to stay out of the house for those. Those dates don’t stick around for long anyways

-Both if you are with it just being you two

-Normally, Wes is the sweetest person anyone could meet but if someone dare hurt his little girl, they better run

-He has threatened to use a scalpel on some boy who stood you up on a date one time but you knew he would never actually hurt anyone

-In reality, he would try and cheer you up in whatever way he could think

-Most of the times it was between watching sad (or happy) movies or if you were feeling up to it, he would take you into the office and let you cuddle any of the dogs or cats

-Even if you weren’t feeling down, you would sneak into the back of the office and cuddle the animals

-Several times Wes or some other vet tech would have to shoo you away back to where you should be

-On days where you weren’t working or annoying everyone, you would be at your dad’s desk either sleeping or doing homework

-Wes can’t count how many pictures he has of you over the years sleeping at his desk or in other places around the office

-He also has many photos of you with the animals and he has several framed on his desk

-His job is relatively easy going but sometimes there are periods of time where it’s stressful

-You know on these days to give him some space so he can decompress. He does the same for you when school gets stressful

-The only times when your dad comes home from work and isn’t happy to see you is days where he had to help put a pet down. You can tell instantly when it’s one of those days

-These days are hard for him because he should be used to it by now but it still hurts him to have to see a family say goodbye to a pet. He also knows that he shouldn’t bring work home with him like this since it’s hard on both you and him

-You don’t like being around the office when a pet has to be put down. It’s one of the hardest things for you

-He makes sure to keep you away from it if he can. Once he gets home, he doesn't bring it up (neither do you)

-You just make sure to be there for him if he needs it

-Wes isn’t the type of dad to force you to do anything or make too many rules. He’s pretty laid back

-He doesn’t have to worry too much since you don’t really cause too much trouble for him. His only two rules are

Don’t get pregnant

Don’t die

-If you do go out and get into some trouble, he comes and gets you. He doesn’t bother trying to talk to you until morning but by then, you’re already apologizing and feeling bad so he doesn’t punish you too hard

-He prefers to work as close to a 9-5 as he can but most times he has to go in earlier and only occasionally stays past 6.

-He doesn’t like leaving you alone for too long of the day. He’s your dad and he’s supposed to be with you, not at work. He sticks to that as much as he can

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#x daughter!reader #x teen!reader #doll face #dollface #wes dollface #x child reader

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maxwell-grant · 3 years ago

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If you were asked to write a GREY GHOST back-up for some BATMAN THE ANIMATED SERIES comic (framed as old episodes from the tv show that Bruce is watching to cheer himself up and/or introduce the kids to Bat-dad's favourite), might I please ask what sort of tone & setting you'd run with for the character?

I'd be against having additional Grey Ghost stories, but if I was offered to do it of course I'd take the job and make the best of it I could, so I think the way you could go on about it would be to stick to the core of what the Grey Ghost is: He's Adam West as The Shadow. So you take this old pulp serial world, you transport a lot of the pulp hero traits or benchmarks, you set him on suitably grim and dramatic urban adventures, BUT: It's Adam West. The soul is Adam West, The Bright Knight.

We all know where Bruce's story is going in the world outside of his childhood, we all know The Grey Ghost isn't real, we all know Simon Trent is going to end up washed out, and we all know Batman is going to help him pick himself back up, and will prove that the Grey Ghost was real all along. So the Grey Ghost stories themselves should exist in light of that, in light of where we know it's all leading up to, and in light that we should understand why he inspires Bruce so strongly.

Grey Ghost is a full-on good guy and defender of justice, with no cynicism or moral ambiguity in said stories. He doesn't fight a rogues gallery of murderous terrorists, he fights costumed criminals who act like afterschool special villains, maybe patterned after the careers of the Batman 66 villains if you wanna get meta, like one of them is a crooked boxing coach who's had to work for the mob after getting chased off his ranch, or Vincent Price. He gets into death traps, but he always comes out. People get shot, but it's always flesh wounds and nobody dies, and the Grey Ghost uses "mercy bullets" like Doc Savage, he mostly waves a gun around for intimidation. He knows how to give the bad guys a good scare, but he never really injures them.

Grey Ghost mainly uses fistcuffs and gadgets, but instead of always having a gadget for everything, the Grey Ghost always has some secret skill he picked up in his travels that helps him. A bad guy throws a knife at him while he's blinded, but surprise!, he throws it back and pins the guy to the wall, because a Javanese circus performer in Singapore taught him to listen to a blade's sounds through the air. He's dissappeared in plain sight, why, they don't know about a hypnotic trick he was taught by Indian fakirs he's old friends with. He stops an episode to teach the viewers what to do should they fall on a lake of ice, because one time he had to learn that when he got trapped in Alaska. He's always got something and his backstory accomplishments are excessive to the point of parody, but they have to be.

You use Grey Ghost to tell the earnest, hokey and lighthearted stories you can't really tell with Batman anymore. Stories like the 1940s Green Lama issue where he lectures a private about racism, or the Mexican Fantomas stories that are all about him just being nice and understanding and helpful and standing up for others, even his villains.

One episode he hears about young artists across the city reporting their work stolen, and he thinks it's that fiend Claude Monstre again, but nope, Claude Monstre's paintings have been stolen too, and it's a shyster named Mr Cain who's been robbing artists everywhere and taking credit for it, so The Grey Ghost pays him a visit and scares him straight, and they all get their dues and then some, with an explicit tribute to Bill Finger at the end. Grey Ghost takes the time to look after a stray cat and her litter until he can find a proper owner, and it turns out his old enemy, the temptress Helen Zaroni, has been committing robberies to get enough money to open an animal shelter, so The Grey Ghost agrees to give her the cats and help her out if she promises to be good from now on.

The bad guys are never going to be as bad as the one Bruce faces, the conflicts will never spiral into something that can't be solved with a clever solution and a moral lesson, The Grey Ghost will always know the right thing to do and do it, and everything is going to be okay. That statement is what's gonna give the stories a potency of it's own and has to be the number one thing at the center of it: Everything is going to be okay. The Grey Ghost is here. He's got this. Everything's going to be okay, everyone. Everything's going to be okay, Bruce. Everything's going to be okay, son.

Sure, you can fill out details by adding in veiled references to bits of pulp hero or Batman's history, there's some fun to be had with the idea that the Grey Ghost is (or was) the fictional hero of Batman's world and that he's got stuff like Lego Grey Ghost and Innsmouth Sanatorium games, but the potency of The Grey Ghost that's unique to him as a character always comes back to what he means to Batman, and what Adam West means to people that remember him fondly. The wistful humility and compassionate affection that West brought to the role made the character come across as endearing to us as he would have been to Bruce, and that's something that needs to be preserved.

Grey Ghost stories should be like gettng a reassuring hug from a family member, like looking at a family picture and being hit with some sadness over how things turned out and some happiness over the good memories it brings to you. These should be stories that Bruce looks back on and thinks "this isn't really how the world works, but that's how I wish it did back then, and that's what I'm fighting for now". Stories that he shows the Batfamily because sometimes they could use a shot of optimism themselves, and yeah sometimes they chuckle because the special effects are really dated and the Grey Ghost says some really corny things, but they get what it means to Bruce, and so do we.

Last christmas Alfred gave Bruce a set of pillows stitched from the fabric of Thomas Wayne's old Grey Ghost costume, which Bruce thought he'd thrown away and Alfred saved all these years. Alfred likes to sneak them into the Batcave everytime Bruce falls asleep on the Batmobile or looking over files.

#replies tag #pulp heroes #comic books #batman #batman tas #the grey ghost #adam west

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djarinbarnes · 3 years ago

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me olvidarás - six

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Pairings: Javier Peña x female reader

Warnings for the chapter: 18+ smut, fingering, oral sex (f rec), unprotected vaginal sex (be safe pls), soft javi 🥺

Word count: 5.4k

Summary: an undeniable warm summer vacation in Bogotá. simply trying to get away from your nosey, boring parents and live for once, you meet a man who impresses you beyond where your imagination could ever take you.

a/n: we have a cute, flustered Javi trying to cook.... and.... more ;D finally. peep the *flashback*

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Who the fuck knew cooking was so difficult? Javi cursed audibly at the chicken simmering away in the pan, yellow from the ridiculous amount of curry he had accidentally dropped in there. “You still with me?” He heard Connie’s calming voice on the other end of the line, and he nodded. “Javier?”

“Fuck, yeah I’m still here.” People can’t see you nodding through the phone, you imbecile. He cursed again, hearing a soft laugh on the other end of the line. “Sorry Con. I’m just nervous and all. Why the fuck is cooking so damn hard?” He cast a look to the counter beside him, taking in all the different ingredients Connie had made him buy to make chicken enchiladas.

“Javi, calm down. Cooking is only hard because you have little to no knowledge about it.” he sighs into the phone, running a hand over his face before he reaches out for the cigarette pack on the table, placing one between his lips before he lights it, inhaling the smoke deeply. He lets out a cough, remembering the few cigarettes he smoked yesterday, which wasn’t like him at all.

In the few days he’s known you, he’s been so distracted he barely smoked any cigarettes. His cigarettes were his usual distraction, but now, with you in his life, he found a better, more healthy distraction. As if having a semi all damn day was any healthier. He lets out a groan at the memories from last night flowing through his mind, his toes tingling slightly at the thought of you, half-naked in front of him, chest heaving and-

“Javi, how’s the chicken looking?” Connie’s voice pierces through his thoughts and he turns so quickly he gets dizzy, taking in the yellowed chicken on the pan. He quickly finds a tong, turning the chicken around in the grease, sighing deeply at the dark brown backs of the breasts, laying right there in the grease, mocking him.

“Slightly… overcooked maybe. The backs are all brown-ish dark.” He breathes, feeling defeated. The only thing he wanted to do was give you a nice, homemade dinner, but that he couldn’t even muster. Maybe he just couldn’t do anything right for you.

“Oh, that’s alright. As long as it’s not completely charred, it should be okay.” Javi hears the relief in her voice as she lets out a laugh, probably reacting to something Steve said in the background. “So, a date, huh?” She tries and Javi rolls his eyes, bringing the cigarette back to his lips before he turns over the chicken again, seeing the other side way nicer cooked than the other.

“Yeah. A date.” he sighs before taking the pan off the heat, moving it to one of the other flares. “Chicken’s done. What now?” He breathes into the phone, listening and following along to every little thing Connie says to him through the phone, guiding him through the whole ordeal of cutting the chicken and the vegetables, making sure to switch cutting boards (even though the chicken wasn’t raw anymore) and finally getting the enchiladas assembled. When they were finally in the oven, he let out a deep sigh. Something is finally going right.

“Thanks Connie. I owe you, I really do.” He looks up at the clock, noticing the time before he’s scrambling around the kitchen putting the phone down quickly, putting all the used pans and cutting boards into the sink before setting the table with hurried motions. He lifts the phone again just as he pulls off his shirt, slightly out of breath.

“Listen Connie, it’s been a pleasure, thank you again but she’ll be here any minute and I haven’t changed-” He mentally curses himself as he hears the doorbell ringing, letting him know you were here. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he almost panics at the sudden interruption, but Connie manages to calm him down within seconds.

“Javi, it’s gonna be fine. I know she likes you. Change, let her in, have a good time. I’ll see you later.” Before he can say anything else, Connie has hung up the phone, and he’s running around his apartment, finding a clean shirt, and barely pulling it on before he hears the bell ring again, followed by a soft knock.

He straightens out the shirt, before quickly approaching the door, opening it to reveal you and your sun kissed cheeks, a wide smile plastered onto your face. You hold out a bottle of wine, and he finds himself unable to contain himself with all the serotonin surging through his body at the sight of you. He does nothing else than pull you into his arms, his lips connecting with yours hungrily.

Your arms come around his middle, holding him tight as he kisses you deeply, his hands finding the back of your neck and your waist. It feels so good to be in his arms, feels so good to be tasting him and then the delicious smell fills your nostrils. You hear your stomach rumble slightly before he detaches himself from you, holding you out to take a good look at you.

Your eyes are already hooded in bliss, your lips slightly swollen and kissable and your cheeks are red and blushed over. You’re so god damn beautiful as you stand there in his arms, inviting him into your embrace. You offer him a smile as he keeps looking at you, like you were the one who hung the moon and the stars.

“For you,” you whisper as you move your hand from his back, showing him the wine, you picked up on the way here. He smiles at your gesture - it makes his fingers and his heart tingle. If only you weren’t so fucking perfect. “For us.” you blush slightly before he steps aside, letting you into his apartment.

You love the way his living room is lowered from the entrance and the kitchen, and while you’re discarding your jacket, you wonder what he’s cooked for you. It smells amazing, and you feel the hunger creep up into you. You look around his apartment once more, taking in the sparse collection of pictures in frames hung on the walls, among other things.

One in particular catch your eyes, and you find yourself smiling. You can easily make out Javi, and his dad which he looks very much like. They both sported the same type of beard, they had the same warm, brown eyes, hell, even their grins looked so much alike. You feel him come up behind you, his hand swiping your hair off one side of your shoulder before he leans down, placing a kiss against your neck.

“I hope you’re hungry.” Javi whispers and you nod with a soft giggle, turning away from the picture and following him into the kitchen, watching as he uncorks the wine. He finds two glasses in one of the cabinets and pours you both a glass. “I know we aren’t eating yet, but…” he holds the glass out, and you carefully clink yours against his. “Cheers. Thank you for coming, hermosa.”

You watch him over the rim of your glass as you take a small sip, truly enjoying the deep, rich taste of the wine you had bought. You take a minute to admire him in front of you, his hair mussed and tousled up from the constant running through it his hands were doing. You giggle a bit at it – it was cute to see him so nervous and flustered. You wondered what thoughts went through his mind – his cheeks were occasionally flaring up in blushes, his eyes diverting from yours to anywhere else in the room.

It was cute, really, like he was a young boy again, trying to impress his prom date, and it made you smile even more. You don’t miss the way his hand clenches at his side, almost like it wanted to reach out and touch you, but you were poison ivy that would burn him if he dared to. You silently wish for him to touch you again.

Your prayers are answered when you watch him as he moves towards you, setting both of your glasses on the counter beside you before he’s lifting you onto it by your hips, pushing himself in between your thighs. He reattaches his lips to yours hungrily, and you can do nothing but give in.

His lips are like a drug to you, and you’re dangerously addicted to the taste of him. You don’t even know where the sudden urge to ravish him comes from - okay, yes you do but… That wasn’t the case right now. The whole thing feels so domestic, so good and natural, and you’re slowly losing yourself in the heat of the moment.

You almost let out a cry for more as he pulls away from you, but he quickly grabs an oven mitt, pulling the enchiladas out of the oven, placing it on the stove before he’s back in between your legs, his lips finding yours yet again. You moan at the feeling of his mustache caressing your lip, and he takes your parted lips as an invitation to push his tongue into your mouth.

You feel yourself grow wet between your legs as he holds you, his tongue exploring yours as you wrap your fingers in his locks, urging him closer. You feel his growing erection through his pants, and you smile against his lips. Before you can get too much into it though, you’re pulling him away by the hairs at the nape of his neck, causing him to let out a groan.

“Now, now Javi… It would be rude of us to completely forget the dinner you’ve made for us.” You grin like a Cheshire cat, before pushing yourself off the counter, grabbing the dish from the stove and putting it on the table. Then you take both your glasses, placing both in front of your respective plates. You bring the bottle over as well, just in case.

“You’re gonna drive me insane, hermosa.” He breathes as you both sit down, and you give him a wink over the table. Javi looks at the table he’s set - muttering out a fuck before he rises, picking his lighter from the counter and lighting the candles he’s put on the table for you. Well… He tried to be romantic.

Your wide smile doesn’t go unnoticed, though, and Javi feels his heart going a thousand miles an hour just looking at you. He knows just what you want. He knows what he wants as well, and he’s given you a promise after all. He knows he’s giving into you tonight. Knows that tonight is going to be the night where you lose your virginity to him.

It feels surreal to have you in his home, happily shoving small forkfuls of chicken and corn tortilla into your mouth, making small noises of happiness as you swallow. His heart almost bursts when you compliment his cooking, which wasn’t as bad as he’d told you it would be. He smiles at that, and thanks you.

He’s so god damn enamored with you, and he doesn’t even know what he would do without you at this point. It finally feels like he has a purpose, someone to come home to. Before, his apartment was just four walls and a roof. The liveliness and warmth you just brought into his apartment… It stirred something inside of him.

Something that had to do with marriage, children, growing old together. In all his 39 long years, he never wanted to have children. And yet with you in front of him, he sees the future he’s sure everyone else sees when they meet their soulmate. When they meet the person, they want to spend the rest of their days with.

In that moment, he wants to see you in nothing more than a baby bump. He longs to hear the soft pattering of tiny feet against the floor, hell, he doesn’t even dread the sound of cries from the mouth of children, which he’s always despised.

It sounds rushed, and to be honest, maybe it is. But he sees himself spending the rest of his days with you. Coming home to each other after long, tiring days, laughing over dinner, and simply enjoying each other’s company to the fullest. He forgets to eat while he looks at you, his mind somewhere completely different.

“Javi?” your voice is soft as it breaks his trance, and he finds your eyes, a slight worrisome expression painted on your face. “Are you okay? You haven’t touched your food.” His eyes fall to the enchilada on his plate, and he quickly shoves the fork into it, cutting off a piece and pushing it into his mouth.

“Yeah, sorry…” he says after the first bite. “I was just… thinking.” he breathes as he takes another bite, followed by another. You watch him as he fills his mouth again and again, almost like he’s trying to get through dinner quickly. Or trying to keep himself occupied.

You discretely extend your foot, finding his leg under the table, drawing his gaze back to your face. “Is everything okay?” You ask him and he does nothing else but nod at your question. “You don’t seem okay.” you tell him before you down the rest of your wine, grabbing the bottle and pouring yourself another glass.

He snorts a bit, and you raise your eyebrow at him, not fully understanding the way he’s acting at the moment. You keep your foot moving up and down his leg, trying to do… anything, really, to get him to open his mind to you. He mutters something under his breath, and you tilt your head with a sorry?

Before you can say more, he’s running his fingers through his hair, sighing deeply. “God damn it, hermosa.” He breathes before he stands up, rubbing the back of his neck. You have no idea what’s happening. You have no idea why he’s acting like this. “I can’t do this.” he breathes before he’s picking a cigarette out of the packet, pushing it in between his lips before lighting it.

You feel taken aback by his revelation. Can’t do what? you hesitate, but then you slowly rise from your seat, walking up behind him and laying a hand on his shoulder. “Can’t do what?” You’re almost sure he’s going to push you away, tell you to leave or something like that. You watch as he runs a hand over his face before he turns to you.

“Hermosa…” he breathes, almost choking on the words coming out next. “I can’t help myself around you.” He murmurs, and you’re not sure you hear him correctly. “Jesus…” He takes a deep inhale of the cigarette smoke before he’s exhaling, his eyes finding yours at the same time he grasps your hands in his.

“All I can think about is… everything that could go wrong when I look at you.” You feel your heart pound faster in your chest, and it feels like it’s going to jump out of your mouth if you dare open it. “I see a future with you, and I just know myself well enough to know that I’m going to fuck this up one way or another.” you both swallow past a thick lump in your throats, from the unconventional situation you found yourself in. “I know it’s crazy, trust me, I know it’s fast…”

You feel a breath getting stuck in your lungs at what you think he’s about to say to you. You have no idea what to say if he does - well, you do. But you’re awfully scared he isn’t going to say what you want him to say. Your heart is beating erratically, and you fear you might be passing out.

I love you. It’s all he wants to say, but yet he doesn’t say the words.

“You mean so much to me.” He breathes, and he almost cheers, like he can’t believe his own mind for not betraying him right at that moment. You blink a few times, truly delighted that he hadn’t slipped the three words that every person either dreaded or loved. “I know it’s soon, I’m so-” He’s stopped in his tracks by your lips attaching themselves to his, and he finds his hands gripping your hips, pulling you close to him.

“It’s alright.” you breathe against his lips, not sure why. “I like you, Javi. I really do.” You know you feel deep emotions for him, unexplainable emotions, but you had no idea if it was love yet. You had no idea what it felt to love someone. Maybe it was what you were feeling right at this moment - nervousness and euphoria from just being around him.

It was kind of funny - you’d just met the man, and you realized then, you were helplessly in love with him. You didn’t want to be apart from him for more than a few minutes, and even though you had to, you hated every minute alone. You feel his hands drag up the length of your spine, pulling you into his body before he’s kissing you again. You knew he must’ve been taken aback with your reciprocation of his feelings, but you didn’t care. You knew how you felt about him, and you were gonna let him know.

Your hands find their way through his hair, pulling him close as his hands travel down to the globes of your ass, lifting you by your hips to walk you through his apartment and into his bedroom. The rest of the dinner wasn’t going to run away. You giggle as you both fall onto his bed, with him on top of you, his lips kissing yours intensely.

“Mm, Javi, the candles.” You giggle against his lips and he curses a bit when he picks himself off you, quickly running out to the table to blow them out before he’s pouncing on you like a hungry animal. His mouth slants over yours, the weight of his body resting heavily on top of you. His hips are warm in between your legs, and you’re loving the feeling of him in between them. His hands come down to ease your dress over your hips, letting it pool on your stomach and around your hips.

Your breathing is languid, deep puffs of breath spilling from your lips at the breathlessness from the intense kiss you’d just shared, and what you hoped would happen in continuation of that. His fingers are gentle against the skin of your hips as he slowly plays with the band of your panties, silently begging for the material to disappear.

You push him off you, climbing off the bed before you turn to him, watching his face as it changes from disappointed to surprise, the hem of your dress falling back to rest over your knees. Your hands find their way to your back, slowly pulling the zipper down before you pull your arms out of the sleeves, collecting the material in your hands before you let it drop to the floor around your feet.

You watch as he visibly sucks in a breath at your attire, the beautiful navy lace adorning your breasts and hips speaking to him in the most sensual language. You slowly take a step back to the bed, leaning down to press another kiss against his lips when he pulls you back to your initial position, rapidly getting back on his knees in between your spread legs.

“Dios mío…” he breathes, and you tug your lip in between your teeth before you giggle. “This all for me?” he says lowly, the arousal coursing through his veins, thickening the sound of his voice. You nod, desperate for him to put his hands, his mouth… anything on you.

His fingers slowly find both your calves, coarse fingertips running over the smoothness of your skin all the way up to the bend of your knee. He lifts one of your legs, bringing his lips to your skin before peppering sweet kisses onto your calf, the inside of your knee and down the inside of your thigh as he repositions himself, making you shudder.

You watch as he leans down, his lips finding the soft, delicate skin of your stomach, littering kisses along your hip bones on top of the lace. You whimper when he slowly hooks his fingers into both sides of your panties, slowly dragging them down your hips, baring your most private area to him yet again. You silently wish you meet whatever standards he has.

You whimper as you feel him slide further down on the bed, burying his head in between your legs for the second time within 24 hours. He swiftly connects his mouth to your pussy, his tongue darting out to swiftly press against your clit before he’s licking a broad stripe up the length of your pussy, drawing a deep moan from your lips.

You’re instantly thrown back to what happened yesterday in the office, and you’re secretly wishing for him to exactly what he did yesterday, and possibly even more. His tongue is like heaven as it works against you, the thick muscle swiftly pushing inside of you, before the space it leaves is filled with the thickness of two of his fingers.

You whimper out as you feel the slight expansion inside you, along with a hand tightening on your hip. You know he’s loving the taste of you; from the way he’s letting out groans at every exhale of breaths. Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on the chocolate strands to get him closer to you.

You have no idea how much of his fingers are buried inside of you, but at this moment you don’t care. You just want to have his dick inside of you. And soon. You know that you’re more than ready for it, after the moment the two of you had shared in the kitchen.

“Javi… Javi please…” you whimper as he curls his fingers, his tongue flicking over your clit expeditiously, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. His fingers and his tongue are intent on making you cum on them, and you feel yourself slowly losing yourself within the pleasure.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” the whisper leaving his lips is low, so low you barely hear it, but the pure vibrations against your clit before he reattaches his lips to the bundle of nerves, sucking the nub deftly into his mouth has you coming at an instant.

You whine as his fingers continue their expert assault on your inner walls, curling them skillfully inside of you, drawing your orgasm longer and longer. You tighten your fingers in his hair, pulling on the strands as you feel the over sensitiveness overcoming you, making every touch of his tickle.

He feels you jerk against him at his actions and swiftly comes to a stop, sitting back on his knees to take in your disheveled state. Your cheeks are flushed over, your eyes blown wide with lust and your mouth hanging open slightly. Your fingers have found their way to your breasts, your palms resting gently against the soft curve of them.

He has no words. He’s never seen something so ethereal in his life - and he’d seen a lot. He found himself swallowing past a lump in his throat as he slowly undoes his pants, getting off the bed to push them down his legs. His boxer briefs follow shortly after, and he watches as you suck in a breath, watching him undress in front of you.

“Are you sure about this?” He speaks as he climbs back on the bed, yet again kneeling in between your legs. He watches you as you nod, your cheeks growing impossibly redder. The hand that hadn’t been buried within you finds your cheek, softly caressing the apple of it. “Words, hermosa. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Javi, I’m sure about it.” you whisper, lost in the feeling of his fingers against your cheek. You feel as they travel over your lips, down your chin and follow the column of your throat, all the way down to your sternum. Both his hands slide behind you as you arch your back, giving him just enough space to unclasp the bra behind your back, and pulling it off your arms swiftly. “Please.”

As you scoot further back on the bed, your eyes are trained on him as he crawls up the length of the bed, in between your legs before he’s kissing you again, his fingers finding their way back in between your legs, swiping up a good amount of your slick. You moan at the contact, your hands coming up to grasp his upper arms.

“I’m ready, Javi. Make love to me.” you breathe, your chest heaving slightly at the intensity of the situation unfolding. You watch his face as he repositions himself slightly before he’s sliding the warm tip of his cock through your folds. You let out another whimper, anxious about what’s about to happen.

Somehow his hand finds yours and brings it to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss on the back of it to calm you down. Your eyes are locked as he slowly pushed his cock into you, the initial stretch awful, but bearable. You whimper as he sheathes himself further into you, the hand on his cock moving to your hip to draw calming circles against your skin.

Javi is watching your face, contorted in pleasure as he slowly retracts his hips before pushing into you again. You whimper, your hand tightening around his as your eyes scrunch up in pain laced with so much pleasure you feel like you could combust from just this. With the weight of him on top of you and the stretch of him inside you, you feel like you were in heaven.

It felt amazing, and you never wanted to be without the feeling again. You open your eyes slightly, making eye contact with his eyes, his lids hooded over the orbs, shielding them slightly. You lean up, attaching your lips to his, urging him to just… do something other than wait for you to be ready. You were more than ready.

“Tell me if it hurts too much,” he breathes, the arousal evident in his voice, and you know he’s desperately trying to contain himself. You shake your head before you slide yourself down the bed just a little bit when you notice his hips aren’t touching yours yet, wanting him to go deeper. You want him closer. Your mouth falls open as he pushes in ever so slowly, the length of him surprising you as his hips come to rest snugly against yours.

“Oh my god, Javi!” you whimper, the pain completely subsided, turned into sweet, sweet pleasure, as you’re thrown headfirst into an amazing orgasm. You feel your pussy convulsing around him, clenching his length as you dig your nails, still resting on his arm, into his skin. He grunts at the pain you’re causing him, but he doesn’t blame you with what he’s doing to you.

“There’s more where that came from.” and just like that, the Javi that you’d come to know is back. You grin up at him, your body warm and trembling slightly as he pulls you down the length of the bed even further, smiling as you giggle. He feels his heart beating erratically at the sight of you, the sight of your breasts and just… The sight of you laying below him.

He slowly retracts his hips, leaning down to kiss you again, his tongue exploring your mouth as he thrusts into you softly, your pussy feeling every ridge and vein on his cock as he moves slowly. You’re a panting mess by now, whimpering every time his hips come against yours, as his cock touches the deepest parts of you.

You lift your leg to wrap around his hip, your feet resting on his back urging him on as he starts to pick up the pace ever so gently. His lips make their way down your throat, leaving deep kisses around the sensitive flesh there, his mustache tickling your skin lightly, his hips now pressing into you a little harder, with a little bit more force. Your eyes roll back into your skull as somehow your hands connect, his weight pressing the backs of your hands into the mattress, as he intertwines your fingers together.

You moan out at the sinful noise that comes from where you’re connected, the soft squelching sound of his cock embedding itself within your slick pussy making you impossibly wetter. He groans into your neck, unable to keep his restraints - that was just the effect you had on him. He’d finally gotten to give into his desires.

Javi has stopped thrusting, and instead his cock is buried all the way inside you, his hips grind into yours, his pelvis grinding against your clit vigorously, drawing another orgasm from you. Your pussy is tightening around him as your fingers tighten around his, and you come undone, thrown face first right back into a dream you had just before you left for Colombia.

Your vision turns white as you arch your back against him, coming ever so close to his chest, where you can feel his heart thumping against his ribcage. He grunts in your ear as he lets himself go, his cock throbbing inside you as he comes against your clenching walls, goosebumps rising on his skin as he lets your hands go, arms coming around you instead to hold you impossibly closer.

He almost cries out at the pleasure of being so deeply buried within your heat, finally getting a taste of what he’s been craving for the past week. Your pussy is fluttering around him as your rapid, heavy breathing is trying to calm you, from not two, but three orgasms he’s given you within the past 20 minutes.

Your hands come up and bury themselves in his hair, as his lips finally find yours again, both your mouths hanging open as you leave open-mouthed kisses against each other's lips. Javi grunts again as he pulls out of you slowly. He lets himself fall onto the bed beside you, his arms pulling you tightly against his body as he places kisses into your hair and onto the forehead.

You grin up at him, completely sated from what just happened. You let out a giggle at the feel of his lips tracing the length from your forehead, down your nose before he kisses your lips, his hands holding onto you like you were going to disappear if he let go. He never wanted to let go again.

The minutes that follow are spent in silence. It’s a good kind of silence though, and nothing like the awkward silence that sometimes had been in between them. You’re wrapped up in Javi’s arms and his sheets, deeply inhaling the distinct scent of him which you have come to adore. You bury your nose further into his neck, feeling the way he tenses against you slightly.

“…smells so good.” You whisper before he feels you relax against him, your arm laying around his middle and over his arm going slightly slack. He absolutely loves the way your breathing feels against his neck, and he closes his eyes, savoring the moment. He knows you’ve fallen asleep – he can tell from the way your breathing got increasingly deeper.

He turns his head the other way, casting a look out of his window at the stars. He absolutely loves the calmness you’ve brought into his life. Your skin is always so soft against his, yet your thoughts are wild and impulsive, but that’s exactly what he fell in love with. At this point, it feels as if he’s holding the entire universe in his arms.

The few moments of deliberation felt so long and drawn out as they did when he felt his eyes close slightly, his thoughts coming to an end. He hadn’t, in his whole life, been exposed to such weakness. He wasn’t going to complain, though – he was simply going to give himself away to the woman in his arms and the exhaustion creeping up on him.

For once in his life, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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Under Pastel Skies - 6

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 4,327

Warnings: panic attacks, Bucky recalls his accident

A/N: I don’t have much to say, Bucky’s real emotional in this one. I hope you enjoy this chapter :’)

Wannabe sugar daddies don’t interact, idc if you have money, eat it and leave me be.

Everywhere Bucky looked his eyes and ears were assaulted by a cacophony of sounds and colours. Red and green baubles hung from the ceiling, shimmering like disco balls and sending sparkles around the mall.

The air smelled like pine and cinnamon, something he usually liked, but it was so pungent and unpleasant that it made his stomach churn and bile rise up his throat. He tried to breathe through his mouth, forcing oxygen into his lungs.

Flashes of silver and gold momentarily blinded him, and as someone walked past him, their shopping bag knocked against his leg. It didn’t hurt but it made him seethe with misplaced anger. Beads of sweat broke out on the back of his neck.

Christmas carols played over the mall speakers, more specifically Jingle Bells which they played three times in less than an hour. Enough, enough, enough. He was suffocating, unable to breathe. He felt too big for his own skin, he needed to escape.

Then he felt your hand at the small of his back, guiding him toward what looked like a furniture store. He followed blindly, his vision blurry and unfocused, and sat down when you gently pushed him down onto a sofa.

Bucky shut his eyes and let his head fall back against the cushion. A woman came up and asked if you needed help but you told her that everything was fine. The buzzing in his ears made the voices around him strangely soothing, as if he was underwater. Now that he was sitting down, he felt a lot better.

You didn’t try to touch him, something he was very grateful for. He could feel your weight shift next to him and knowing you were there was enough. He focused on you –your heat, your voice, the smell of your shampoo- and his breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Sorry,” he breathed out with a small smile, his head lolling to one side to look at you. “I ruined our shopping spree.”

The fear and panic had dissipated, leaving him cold, exhausted and craving skin to skin contact. He took your hand and linked your fingers together. Your hands were freezing cold.

“You didn’t ruin anything.”

He snorted. “Yeah, I did.” A sad smile curved his lips, he needed to change the subject. “Do you celebrate Christmas?”

You sank further into the sofa cushion sitting shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand.

“We celebrated so many different holidays,” you said. “Perks of growing up in a multicultural family. Christmas was wild though. One tree, five kids. That poor thing never stood a chance. Now I don’t really celebrate anything. December used to be so much fun, now it’s just not the same.”

“We should create our own holiday,” Bucky suggested, squeezing your hand.

“Aren’t you going to see your family?”

“Nah,” he replied with a yawn. “My sister is taking her kids somewhere warm, and my parents are traveling the country in their RV. You can invite your siblings if you want.”

“They’re not available.”

Bucky tried to decipher the expression on your face. Every time you talked about your siblings, you had a faraway look in your eyes, as though you were reliving a memory. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking but your face twisted into a painful grimace. Then suddenly it was gone.

“I want a tree.”

He watched you with a lazy smile. “I’ll get you a tree.”

You pulled him up to his feet and decided it was time to go home. Home. It still made Bucky weirdly warm inside when you called his apartment ‘home’. You crossed the mall, your arm looped through his as you walked, and took a cab to Brooklyn.

He almost fell asleep from the gentle rocking of the car moving through the streets of Manhattan. When he glanced at you, you were looking out your window watching the snow fall.

You’d been living together for almost two months now and Bucky couldn’t have picked a better roommate. He liked the way you sang in the shower, loud, cheerful and most definitely off-key. He liked that you had more pyjamas than every day clothes. He liked watching you paint from the living room, and it always made him laugh when you added weird things to his grocery list.

He could go to bed and sleep the whole night without waking up, feeling safer knowing someone else was there. Of course, not everything was perfect but it was close enough.

He woke up on the sofa a few hours later, still dressed and with a fluffy blanket thrown over him. The sun was setting, painting the sky with reds and oranges. He basked in the setting sun, a content smile on his face, before he sat up.

The TV was on, the volume low, and you were sitting cross-legged on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table going through a bunch of old photographs. Bucky looked around the room, taking in the new furniture and decor.

There was a comfortable armchair in front of the gas burning fireplace. Your book was resting on the seat of the armchair. You had also bought a lot of decorative pillows, some were pretty funny like the one that looked like a giant cookie.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked, his voice gruff with sleep.

You looked over your shoulder at him. “Hey, you’re awake! I bought some picture frames. I thought it’d make this place look less like a high end furniture store.”

“I liked it better when you thought this apartment was amazing.”

You laughed. “I still do, but it’s a bit... soulless.” You tilted your head back, looking at him upside down. “Sorry.”

“Gotta call a spade a spade,” he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “All right, well, while you do that I’m going to start dinner.”

He pushed off the sofa but you caught his wrist before he could leave. “I’m already done. I’ve left some frames for you.”

“I already have lots of pictures upstairs.”

“I know, but no one ever goes upstairs,” you replied, letting go of his wrist. “And you’re not in any of the photos.”

Bucky’s eyes were drawn to the picture you were holding. It must have been taken on the day of your high school graduation, you were dressed in a cap and gown, smiling with your whole face. He’d never seen you smile like that. He recognized Peggy Carter right away, her hair was more silver-white than brown and there were deep wrinkles around her eyes.

Your mom wasn’t looking at the camera, she was scolding the young man who was giving you bunny ears. The man was grinning mischievously at the camera. Bucky couldn’t tell how old he was, he appeared to be either twenty or fifty.

There were two other women wearing sundresses, one had long brown hair, the other had twisted her hair into Bantu knots. A young man with dyed silver hair and dark roots was squatting in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest à la Backstreet Boys.

“You should frame this one,” he said, sitting on the floor next to you.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. It makes me kinda sad.”

Bucky learned not to dwell on the past. It hadn’t been easy but it would have been impossible to heal without the support of his friends and family. Grief manifests itself in a number of ways, it’s raw and complex, and comes from your soul.

Bucky had a deep love for his childhood, especially his college years, but while he would cherish this time forever, he had accepted that he was a different person. He wasn’t the same naïve, youthful man he used to be, and it wasn’t a bad thing.

But he also knew that some people live in the past. It makes them feel alive.

“Y’know,” he started, meeting your eyes with a smile. “My hair used to be pretty long. I think I still have some photos in a folder somewhere.”

You clasped your hands together in a silent prayer. “Bucky, I’m going to be honest with you,” you deadpanned. “I need to see those pictures. I need them now. It’s a matter of life and death.”

He rolled his eyes while he got to his feet. “You’re so dramatic. I’ll go get ‘em.”

Bucky took the stairs up to his office and came back a few minutes later with a laptop under his arm. He sat on the floor next to you and set the laptop on his lap.

“You promise you won’t make fun of me?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, mimicking a Cheshire cat grin.

He sighed and tried to look stern but it was nearly impossible. You were too lovely, and he couldn’t help but smile. He opened up the laptop and glanced at you from the corner of his eye; you were practically vibrating.

He started going through the photos when he found one of himself at a party. He was in his early twenties, slumped in a chair, his eyes glassy and unfocused. In the next one he had been joined by two equally drunk women, and he was now roaring at the camera.

“Early twenties, two arms, and not a care in the world,” he said with a little sigh.

You leaned forward, your elbow resting on the coffee table. “Looks like you were having fun.”

“College was a lot of fun,” Bucky said, grinning to himself.

“What was your major?”

“English,” he replied. “I was a really good student, I could have chosen anything but there were more girls studying literature so I enrolled as an English major.”

“Wait!” You recoiled as if you had misheard him. “Did you really choose English because there were more girls?”

He made a funny grimace, and his nose scrunched up a bit as he mulled it over. “Yeah... my priorities were a bit mixed up. Hormones and all.”

You lowered your face into your hand and laughed. When you looked up at him, he was sporting his boyish grin and you shook your head at him.

In the next picture, he was clad in a black university graduation gown standing next to a blond man also dressed in a black gown. They were smiling, sunglasses perched on their nose.

“When I graduated, I had no idea what to do with a BA in English,” Bucky said after taking a long look at the photo. “The thing is, I never found my life’s calling. In high school I didn’t know what job I wanted to do, or what really motivated me, and to be honest I never really thought about it. I figured I’d find my passion in college but...” he trailed off with a shrug. “You’re lucky to have found your passion.”

“Is that why you want to help me?” you asked. “Because I found my calling and I wasn’t pursuing it.”

He tilted his head to one side, considering. “Yes, I guess that’s part of the reason why I want to help you.” He took a shuddering breath.

“Turns out I wasn’t the only one struggling to keep my head above water.” He pressed his index finger to the computer screen. “This is Steve, my oldest friend. He had just started working as a professional freelance photographer. I had nothing to do so I decided to help him build his portfolio. You’re an artist, I’m sure you know that a portfolio will make or break you.”

“It shows what you’ve accomplished, the skills you mastered,” you said, nodding. “Your potential employers will want to see your portfolio.”

“Exactly, and you have to show them your best work. In Steve’s case, it meant taking risks. No matter how talented you are, no one’s gonna pay you for a shot of the Brooklyn Bridge. It’s gorgeous but it’s not rare.”

“So what did he do?”

“We decided to climb Mount Everest.” He mechanically rubbed his stump and your eyes followed his movement. “It might’ve been the dumbest idea we’ve ever had but it sort of made sense at the time. Steve needed a challenging project and I was trying to find my purpose. We trained for a year, put money aside and took a loan. We were young, we thought we were invincible.

“The thing is,” he continued, “Mount Everest is the most famous mountain in the world. It’s crowded and only half the climbers reach the summit. A lot of people die.” He took a small pause. “Sometimes they can’t remove their bodies and they become landmarks. Our Sherpa told us about this man, they call him Green Boots. He’s sort of curled up in a fetal position near what they call Green Boots’ cave. When you walk past him, it looks like he’s just sleeping and because it’s so cold out there he’s actually well-preserved.”

“Oh, God.”

“Yeah, it’s awful,” Bucky let out a small, humourless laugh. “When I fell, I dislocated my arm and it pinched my axillary artery completely closed. It cut off circulation. That’s why they had to amputate. I was just lying there, too weak to call for help, watching people walk past me. They thought I was dead. And I remember thinking, ‘I’m going to die here. I’m going to die here and people will refer to me as Blue Jacket.’ Then Steve and the Sherpa found me, and Steve carried me on his back until they found a shelter. When the rescue team arrived, it was too late to save my arm.”

He went through the photos in silence and glared at the screen without really seeing it, his mind far away. On the screen, there was an endless stream of blurry smiles and blue eyes but he couldn’t look away. His thoughts cleared up when he felt the back of your knuckles along his cheek and jaw.

He unclenched his teeth, feeling the pain in his jaw. You brushed your fingers through his hair, pushing it off his forehead. You mindlessly played with the curl on top of his head and raked your fingernails gently over his scalp. When you spoke, your voice was just a soft whisper.

“Come back to me.”

Bucky forced his eyes shut and swallowed past the lump in his throat, tears pooling on his lower lashes. He took a deep breath and released it slowly. After a moment, he felt his body beginning to relax.

“How do you do that?” he asked in a pleading voice, turning his head to look at you. “How do you quiet the noise in my head?”

The question caught you off guard but you recovered quickly. You took his arm and draped it over your shoulders. “I don’t know,” you said, snuggling into his side. “It’s your second panic attack today. Did I push you too hard?”

“No.” His response was immediate. “I don’t like winter. It’s freezing cold and it gets dark at three thirty. Not my favorite time of the year.”

“But this helps, right?” you asked, waving your hand back and forth in the space between you.

He chuckled. “Yeah, it helps a lot.”

“Good.” You snuggled a little closer.

“But since you’re hoarding my arm, you’re gonna have to go through the pictures yourself,” he added, grinning down at you.

“Sorry,” you laughed. You reached out and slid two fingers over the touchpad guiding the cursor over the arrow icon. “So where are those pictures of you with long hair, uh?”

He knew you were trying to distract him but still made him blush. Those photos were in a folder titled: recovery spring 2010. He gave you directions to find it and waited for your reaction, wondering if you would burst into laughter at the sight of him with long hair and a lot more weight on.

“Wow.”

Bucky turned his attention to the screen to see which one had caught your interest. It was a selfie Steve had taken one sunny afternoon after he had forced Bucky to go out with him and Sam. They were sitting outside drinking iced tea.

Steve’s smile was blinding. He was wearing that stupid baseball cap he loved so much. Bucky sat hunched over in his seat behind Steve, his smile small but genuine. It was the kind of smile that said ‘my friends forced me to join them but I’m secretly glad they did’. Sam was leaning sideways against Bucky, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.

“You look like a completely different person,” you said. “So... strong.”

“Hey!” he gasped in mock offense. “How dare you? I’m still strong.” He removed his arm from behind your shoulders and raised it to flex his biceps. “Look at that!”

With a roll of your eyes, you let your hand roam over his muscular arm slightly squeezing his biceps. “Okay, I’m impressed.”

“Ah! Thank you,” he said with a pleased smile. “Now, c’mon, s’ time to eat.”

Bucky got to his feet and extended his hand to help you up. You trailed behind him as you walked toward the kitchen. “I bet Steve could rip a log in half with his bare hands.”

“I’ll ask him.”

“Where is he?”

“Hard to say. He works for National Geographic now. I think he’s supposed to be in Siberia.”

You spent the next few days like tourists. You showed Bucky your favourite museums, stayed way too long in front of several artworks but he never complained. Bucky took you to the movies. You sat together in the dark for several hours watching foreign films, and you only fell asleep once. Then the two of you would walk around Manhattan speaking in a made-up language and pretending to be characters in a movie.

Bucky couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so carefree. A little voice in the back of his head kept repeating ‘enjoy it while it lasts’ but he chose to ignore it.

“Thanks for helping me with this,” Bucky said, gesturing at the tree in the living room. “She went to the store to buy some ornaments.”

He handed Sam a bottle of beer which he took with a smile before tipping it to his lips for a long drink. Bucky hit his beer bottle on the counter to uncap it and followed Sam into the living room.

“She’s excited, uh,” Sam said with a grin. “You guys are spending Christmas together?”

“Liss,” Bucky replied after taking a swig of beer. “We’re celebrating Liss this year.”

“’The hell is that?”

Bucky shrugged. “It’s an old word. It means comfort, happiness.” A respite from pain. “We decided to make our own holiday. We’re going to spend two days in our fanciest loungewear, eating junk food and playing board games.”

“Cute,” Sam drawled out. “When’s the wedding?”

“Don’t say that.” Bucky glared at him. “Why do you always do that? I finally feel at peace with myself. I’m happy, I’m ready to take on new challenges. Why do you always have to make fun of me?”

Sam’s eyes widened at this. “Woah, I’m joking. It’s what we do. You tease me, I tease you. C’mon, I know things have been hard for you. I’m proud of you,” he rushed to say, afraid he might have hurt his friend’s feelings, but then he caught Bucky’s barely concealed smirk behind his beer bottle. “You’re messing with me.”

“Of course, man. Can you say ‘I’m proud of you’ again? Wanna make it my ringtone.”

“Screw you.” They sipped their beer in silence, each deep in thought. “But you like her, right?”

Bucky twirled the neck of the bottle between two fingers. “I do, she’s nice.”

Sam shook his head like he was frustrated with the answer “That’s not what I mean, and you know it. Don’t bullshit me.”

“I’m not in love with her, Sam.”

“I never said anything about being in love.” He was silent for a moment before he added, “Beside there’s an entire world between like and love.”

Bucky caught a glimpse of hurt and fear in the depths of Sam’s eyes. He reminded him of Steve: strong yet vulnerable, generous and righteous. Bucky had a feeling Sam wasn’t talking about you.

“Is this about Natasha?”

Sam hung his head and stared at the beer bottle he rolled between his hands. “Sometimes I feel like it was inevitable. These sugar daddy relationships are complicated; at first it’s fun and easy, we both get what we want.” He took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. “And then it changes, so fast you barely see it coming, and it becomes the only thing you look forward to.” He took another swig of beer.

“These few hours with her mean more to me than anything else in this goddamn world. But it’s not real, none of this is real.”

“How do you know it’s not real?” Bucky asked, swallowing past the lump in his throat.

“I pay her.” Sam gave him a sad smile. “She spends time with me because I pay her. Sex wasn’t part of our deal but it came naturally. It’s going to end, one way or another. And If my time with her is limited, why make things complicated, y’see?”

An uneasy feeling gnawed at Bucky’s stomach, taunting him, trying to make him see something he wasn’t ready to see yet. “What if she feels the same way ‘bout you?”

“I don’t know,” Sam sighed. “To know that I’d have to talk to her, and I’d rather not take my chances. I’m happy with the way things are right now. It hurts, but I’m okay.” He leaned back and made himself comfortable. “You gotta be careful, Bucky. I see the way you look at your angel. You’re skating on thin fucking ice.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Like, love,” Sam said, weighing the two words. “And everything in between.”

They mulled over Sam’s words while they finished their beer. A million thoughts raged through Bucky’s head, circling around like wasps, buzzing and annoying. He was relieved when he heard the front door open.

“Italian leather loafers, mmh is Sam here?” you called out from the kitchen where you set your shopping bag down on the table before you joined them in the living room. “Hey guys! What’s the matter? You both look like someone kicked your puppy-OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THAT TREE!”

While you ran across the living room, Sam cast Bucky a look. The message was clear; be careful. They got to their feet and acted like nothing happened. Sam put on his coat and gave you a quick hug before he left.

Bucky was silent while you were decorating the tree. He let you decide where you wanted to put the tinsel and baubles. He just sat there with a vacant look in his eyes, handing baubles. A smile curled his lips when you cupped his cheek and ran the pad of your thumb along his cheekbone. He looked up at you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Bucky said with a small smile. “Just old and moody.”

You laughed. “Come here, help me with this. It’s actually super boring when no one’s fighting for the baubles.”

“Oh, you wanna fight, angel,” he said with a smirk while he played with a tinsel garland. “Ok, let’s fight.”

You took a step back. “I’ve changed my mind.”

“Too late!”

You shrieked when he launched himself at you. He wrapped the tinsel garland around you, loosely pinning your arms to your sides. You laughed so hard your eyes watered and your shoulders shook. He used it to his advantage and looped two baubles over your ears like giant earrings.

Still laughing, you tugged one of your hands free and threw a handful of tinsel all over Bucky before you ran away. He chased you around the living room, using one of the fairy lights as a lasso.

Soon, the living room was a giant mess. There was more tinsel in Bucky’s hair than on the tree, and you had managed to wrap the fairy lights around his body. You look pretty ridiculous with your giant earrings and dishevelled hair.

You and Bucky collapsed on the floor, out of breath and euphoric. The sun was starting to set behind the skyscrapers casting a warm golden glow over the room. You turned on the fairy lights and burst out laughing when Bucky sparkled like a tree.

He found his phone on the sofa and handed it to you. You opened up the camera app and nestled closer to him. The first photo was blurry because you couldn’t stop laughing. Bucky thought the second photo was nice but you didn’t like it.

“My smile is too wild,” you said.

“You look beautiful,” he argued. “I look like a Christmas tree.”

Bucky felt a pleasant stir in his belly when you placed your head on his shoulder. Be careful. He could practically hear Sam’s voice in his head. His chest was hurting. It wasn’t unpleasant, just peculiar and unexpected. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek on top of your head.

“Bucky! You have to open your eyes,” you scolded him after looking at the picture, unaware of his inner turmoil.

He wasn’t sure he could; tears were welling up in his eyes. He was terrified of his feelings for you, but his body was screaming at him to stop burying his head in the sand. He didn’t want you to see the tears in his eyes, he didn’t want to alarm you, because the truth was, he hadn’t been careful.

“Can’t. I’m comfy,” he replied, masking his true feelings behind a joke.

“Open them or I’ll tickle you.”

He chuckled. “Okay, okay, no need to use force.”

He soldiered on and opened his eyes, smiling at the camera. He liked you, and he promised himself he would never tell you. His feelings didn’t matter, it wasn’t part of your deal.

Part 7

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mashiraostail · 4 years ago

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Aizawa gets hit with a quirk during battle and it turns him into a cat, he doesn't know what to do so he goes to his partner's house. His partner sees Catzawa sitting at her doorway and doesn't know it's him, so she basically catnaps him, thinking he's a stray, and takes care of him the rest of the week? uwu

omg this got kinda long but it was really fun to write fdlsk i hope you enjoy! >:3

You’d actually had a sort of late-night, later than you desired anyways, you were excited to just go home and get some rest. As you approached your doorstep you notice a black fuzzy blob on your welcome mat. “Well hello there..” You crouch down to the cat and offer a hand, “and who are we? Huh?” You scratch the back of its neck, laughing at the loud purring it replies with. “You are adorable.” You scoop it up, “if you’ve got an owner the time to run away is now, or else you’re mine. That cool?” The cat just settles into your chest, purring contentedly. “I’m taking that as a yes.” You set your things down but keep the cat in your arms, it doesn’t seem to mind. “What should I name you?” You wonder aloud. “Oh I bet Shouta will have a good idea.” You sit down on the couch with the cat in your lap, taking a photo of it to send along to the aforementioned man, “he loves cats. Maybe I should wait and surprise him with you.” You hesitate to send the photo, “I guess in the meantime I’ll just call you...” You look around for some inspiration, “I guess Eraser is pretty fitting huh? You know now that I mention it you sort of even look like him.” You press your thumb between the cat's eyes, “grumpy.” Its reply is just a meow. Aizawa isn’t too worried honestly, once he figured out what had happened and gets a handle on things he concludes this weird quirk will only be effective for a few hours to a day max. At least his quirk was still effective in cat form, though the cops were probably confused to find a bound up villian and no hero to claim them. He didn’t care much and with that in mind he just mozzies his way over to your place figuring you’ll take care of him, you always do. And he was right, you were happy to let him rest on your chest while you lounged around on the couch, watching TV late into the night, you scratched up his back with your nails and cooed at him every time he nestled closer. He knows it was a villain quirk that hit him but he’s sort of thankful, honestly, this is the life. “Alright.” You sigh and he rises and falls with the breath in your chest, “how’s bed sound Eraser cat?” You’re mildly concerned you haven’t heard from Shouta, normally he let you know when he returned and left for patrols, even if you were asleep. You figured his phone was dead or forgotten, or that Hizashi was accompanying him tonight. He is very content to curl up next to your chest and snooze there peacefully for the whole night. He could sleep for days if anyone asked him, you were warm and nice and sure he wasn’t particularly clingy but he couldn't deny how nice it felt to be coddled on occasion. Your bright laughter and the way you flick water at him and shoo him away when he sneaks into the shower the next morning is also welcome. “I thought cats hated water!” You snort flicking a towel at him, “get out mister, this isn’t for cats, I’ll give you a bath in the sink tonight if you really insist.” Though a few days pass and he’s still a cat, and what’s worse is you’re going crazy with worry. “I’m sorry, no.” He’s watching from his perch on your counter as you shake your head at Nemuri, Hizashi, and Nezu, “He normally calls me at least once a day if we aren’t together but I haven’t even gotten a text let alone seen his face..” You look forlorn, there’s a deep worry line between your eyebrows. “It’s alright. Thanks for the help.” Nemuri squeezes your shoulder, “I’m sure he just got wrapped up in something a little bigger than usual.” Hizashi nods in agreement, “we’ll let you know if we find out anything else, okay?” “Thank you Zash. I’ll call you guys if he turns up around here.” You squeeze his friend's hand, as comforting as he was trying to be you could tell he was equally upset and worried. “We appreciate that.” Nezu nods, “he’s a very capable hero, I’m sure we have nothing to worry about.” “Say, when did you get a cat?” Nemuri takes notice of the feline and you jump. “Oh you guys haven’t met him yet! I think he was a stray..” You scoop him up and bring him back to the trio, “his name is Eraser cat. Well, it was temporary, I was going to ask Shouta to name him but-” Your voice breaks a little, “well...you know.” “He’s very cute.” Nemuri laughs a little but it doesn’t do much to mask how upset she seems as well, “don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.” She insists and you nod, “I hope so.” When his hero costume and goggles turn up 2 days later you're inconsolable. Aizawa is trying everything he can think of to get you to realize what’s happened. He watches helplessly on the couch as you cry into Hizashi’s shoulder. Nemuri on your other side rubbing your back, though they each look equally heartbroken. You hadn’t been sleeping much at night since their first visit, he was used to you staying up to the sunrise scratching his back, and playing with his ears. But at least you didn’t cry. Now you cried. Even watching you sob into Hizashi’s shirt was enough to make him let out a warbled meow and slink over to your lap. “Oh I’m okay-” You let out a wet laugh, “what a good cat you are..wanna cheer me up?” You hug him, “you’re so cute.” Your voice breaks again, “Shouta would have just love you-” And as quickly as your tears had stopped warbly cries had begun again. Nemuri and Hizashi don’t leave until it’s dark out. He watches the various people that come in and out the next day, Toshinori comes with some sweets and Aizawa’s class. You supposed it was nice to see them if only a bit painful at first. But after the discomfort in your chest settles they do pretty well at cheering you up, offering you all the funny, sweet, or scary stories about their teacher that they can think up. Sekijiro comes after with Ryo, the pair is happy to sit quietly with you while you cry alternating between who lets you rest on their shoulder and who rubs your back. Kugo and 13 come with some food and finally Emi with plenty of teary-eyed attempts to pull some more laughter out of you. After it’s all over he’s curling up on your chest where you lay on the couch. “Don’t worry.” You murmur, you noticed the cat didn’t seem to like it when you cried, “I think I’m all cried out.” Your eyes are puffy and red as your hands cover his back. “Wanna hear about Shouta?” You ask and the cat’s ears perk up. “Yeah? I could tell you some things about him.” Your voice breaks a little at his name, “he was a good guy, a little grumpy, but..” You sigh, “he was just a softie.” You close your eyes, “and he really liked cats. He would have been so excited to have you. He was really strong too-” You bite back some more tears, “whatever...whatever did this to him I..I have to say I’m a little scared to see what it’ll do next.” The cat stands up and hops away, you laugh a little, “you’re so aloof.” You watch the black furball turn the corner and disappear. When he returns you’re about to doze off, but he jumps onto your stomach, you huff. “Excuse you. Hey!” You sit up, “what’s in your mouth?!” You try to pry his jaw open, “you’re gonna choke!” He spits out an eraser. “oh?” You pick up the pink pencil topper, “did you learn your name?” You perk up, “so cute!” You scoop the cat up to your chest, kissing his face, “you’re so smart-” The cat warbles. “What?” You set it down and it paws at the eraser. “You wanna play?” He hadn't liked playing very much before. He warbles again before hopping away and fleeing. Though he’s back in a few moments. “Now what do you have??” You notice something else hidden in the cat's mouth, he spits it out without a fight though. “Shouta’s keys?” You pick them up, “do you wanna play?” You ask again and jingle them in front of the cat's face. He swats at you. “I’m sorry.” You frown, “not right now okay? I’m really exhausted.” You stand up, “let’s just go to bed?” The cat leaps into bed with you a few minutes after you get under the covers. “Eraser please-” You groan as he kneads your back, “I'm exhausted.” Roll over and he drops something on your chest. It was a picture, one from your bag of you and Shouta, Hizashi took it on new year’s eve two years ago. “Huh?” You look at the cat, “why’d you bring me this?” You remember reading that cats like to bring their owners things as presents sometimes. “That’s very sweet.” You murmur, “I should get it framed or something, it’s a nice picture. He didn’t really like pictures..” You rub the cat's ears, “I didn’t mind before...” You trail off, feeling your eyes get wet, “but wish I had more of us now that he’s-” You take in a deep breath before you can start crying again. You set the photo on your nightstand. “I’m going to sleep.” You turn over, without huddling him into your chest like usual. Aizawa doesn’t know who to thank when he wakes up, suddenly human again. Though he is totally naked. But at least you wouldn’t be so inconsolable anymore. Your alarm starts to blare and you turn over, your hand hits his chest. “Shou.. turn it off..” You mutter, burying your nose in his arm. There’s a moment of reprieve like nothing had ever happened like it was all a weird dream. You did this occasionally, you’d wake up and grumble for him, ‘come closer’ ‘turn the alarm off’ or just a ‘g’monring shou’. In the days prior he’d tried to do what he could, even swatting your alarm off with his paw and curling up in your neck. Though it was never long before you’d realize that Shouta as you knew him wasn’t there and you’d dissolve into a fit. “mhn I got it.” His hand slaps the alarm button and it silences. Your eyes snap open and you scramble up, shrieking. “Shouta!?” You’re patting him down, neck shoulders, and chest, checking for any injuries, or any sign that he’s not really Shouta. But it’s all there, all the scars, and birthmarks, and hair, he’s exactly how you remember. “Where have you been?!” You place two firm hands on his chest, “and why are you naked? Not that I mind now, but have you been walking around naked for over a week? Never mind don’t answer that.” You take his face in your hands, “Oh Shouta, I’ve been so worried.” You shake your head, “we all have. When your costume turned up but you...” Your voice gets quiet, “we thought...well..God. Where have you been?” “I’m sorry to worry you-” He sits up, “i’m okay, seriously, not even a scratch. It’s all sort of complicated but I think what happened was-” “Wait!” You stop him, “I have a surprise for you!” “Well, the thing is-” “Just stay here okay? Put some pants on!” You scramble out of bed, looking hopelessly for Eraser Cat, though the feline is nowhere to be found. You’re standing by the couch when the sight of the eraser and Shouta’s keys discarded there put the dots together for you. “It was you?!” You shriek running back to your bedroom. “I was trying to tell you!” He insists, “like when I kept changing the channel to the news during broadcasts about me, or all of the random stuff that I always brought you!” He doesn’t mind the way your arms fly around his neck, he just pats your back. “So you’ve been okay this whole time?!” “Yeah, I was pretty well taken care of actually.” “I was wondering why he’d only eat leftovers and not the cat food..” You murmur and Shouta laughs. “Sorry, but it smelled really gross.” He lets you clamber into his lap. “Shouta I’m so happy to see you.” You hold his face in your hands, “you have no idea how worried I was-” “I watched the whole thing.” He laughs a little, holding your wrists, “ but it’s alright now. I’m here. I’m fine. We both are.” The kiss is welcome, warm, and familiar. Being a cat for a day would have been fun, but a whole week was sort of pushing it, he’d missed these sorts of sensations, your hands on his chest, arms around his neck, lips against his. “You watched me change like every day!” You hit his stomach and he huffs at the blow, “What happened to missing me? It’s your fault for leaving the door open!” He complains and you jump, “I live alone!!! And you tried to get in the shower with me?! You perv!” “You act like I’ve never seen you naked before!” He fends off your swatting hands. “It’s the principle of the thing!” “We see each other naked all the time! I’m naked right now.” He catches your hands and you stop, flush creeping up your neck. “Oh. Yes..you are...” You settle down a little as he continues, “and I really missed you...”

#aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #bnha x reader #bnha request #aizawa shouta

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p1nkwitch · 3 years ago

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Can we get your pronoun/sexuality or just general hcs for lonelyeyes ? :)

Sure! Im she/her asexual who is figuring out a few things yet!

Headcanons you say? You opened a floodgate buddy, im full of em for these two.

Peter likes it when Elias, after coming from work, just lays on top of him on the couch to watch tv. He doesnt speak, merely relaxes. It both lets him enjoy the contact of the man and the feeling of being slightly ignored. He just draws shapes on his back and feels the ohter slowly unwind. Both of them love it and refuse to admit it.

Elias enjoys his husband singing, usually Peter sings so softly and only when he is cooking that he barely gets to hear it. Its so gentle and soothing compared to his usual fake cheerful tone that it makes him feel a strange mix of joy and pride at being the only one who gets to hear it.

Peter absolutely knows how to use the internet and tecnology in general, he just pretends he doesnt to annoy Elias and later Martin. He finds people lonelines in social media delightful, plus he loves playing facebook games. Only reason why he is tempted to let the act drop is to get Elias to send him more lived for pet rescue saga. Finally the true reason why he doesnt say anything is because he actually finds Elias attempts at teaching him nice, he sits on his lap and just points out to all the things in his cellphone or laptop.

Both love cats and have 3. Captain who Peter found and adopted as a kitten, Duchess that Captain let in the apartment when the humans were gone and who never left because she loved Elias and the man caved in. And Empress who was one of three kittes born out of them, she was the only one Elias agreed to keep. The other two were given to Simon and Mikaele.

Since they couldnt get married when Peter proposed the first time due to not being legal yet, he got a post it note signed by both of them and declared it their marriage certificate. Elias keeps it framed and hidden in his drawer.

Peter's only picture of him and Elias is of them on their first legal wedding. He has 2 copies. One in the Tundra that its in his nighttable and one inside a broken compass that Elias gifted him for his birthday. Elias has the picture in the apartment and one in his work laptop under a password.

Elias likes to knit and has made Peter several scarfs and in one particular time a sweater for christmas. It is in fact his favourite one.

They have a game of worst christmas sweater going on since 2005, they will buy each other terrible sweaters as shitty gifts to see if they can make the other crack first. That joke of Elias saying he has embarassed him at the anual party for the last time? Peter was wearing the sweater Elias got him, it had a reindeer with actual lights turning on that said you better watch out grandma.

Elias is the big spoon most of the time, Peter likes after being in the lonely too long to be held until he feels like a person again. After that he is pretty much like a koala and will cling to Elias. Said man is not mad at all and in fact enjoys it very much.

Both think the other has a nice voice and are soothed when the other talks/reads out loud.

Elias is very cold and Peter very warm despite the lonely, Elias theorizes its because it makes you miss him more than if he was cold. Peter likes being near him during the hotter months and likewise Elias enjoys Peter during winter.

Peter had a massive crush on James Wright, like he would stutter and blush when the older man looked at him for too long. He hated it a lot. Afer they got together he got better at it.

Elias can fluster Peter easily, he is not used to honest compliments or unexpected flirting so if he is caught under guard he instantly dissapears into the lonely.

Peter is great at baking and Elias takes any chance he can to get him to make something. His favourites are Chocolate cake and muffins. Both love sweets a lot, albeit Peter in a more unhinged way than Elias.

Sorry it got so long im just soft for them.

#flurby gets an ask #lonelyeyes #lonelyeyes headcanons

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jokertrap-ran · 3 years ago

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Osborn’s 5✩ Inspiration: Black VS Black [黑色对峙] Date Translation (END 5: Listen)

“Now that we're done putting away the model, it's about time we put it away as well.”

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✥ Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

The cat caused an incident! What should I do?

⊹ Pick up the scattered components ⊹

Around the fallen car model were several of its scattered compartments that had fallen out.

The rear spoiler didn't manage to escape unscathed with a running crack through it.

MC: Yikes! The parts came out!

I quickly knelt down to gather all the pieces when a large hand picked up the car model much faster than I could.

Osborn looked at the model, as unfazed as ever.

Osborn: Looks like my car model was more attractive to it rather than your cat teaser wand.

MC: Is the model okay? Some parts fell out...

He looked left and right before his brows furrowed into a slight frown in displeasure, looking slightly bothered by it.

Osborn: Hmm…

Thinking about how this car model had been displayed alongside his trophies made me grow increasingly nervous.

MC: Does this car model have any special commemorative significance to you?

Osborn nodded and my heart immediately seized up.

MC: Oh no… Is there any hope of fixing it?

Osborn: It looks easy to piece together, but it's actually pretty complicated with many intricate compartments.

Osborn: Once it gets taken apart, it's pretty much impossible to…

MC: Sorry, I didn't know it was that serious. I should have caught it while I could earlier...

This whole incident had happened while I stood witness to the entire thing. I couldn't help but feel like I too, had a part in the blame. I clenched my fists. Then, Osborn snorted.

Osborn: Pft—

MC: ???

Osborn: I'm joking.

If he'd looked at a loss earlier, then he certainly wasn't now. A familiar impish smile tugged at the side of his lips.

Osborn: The main body's alright, and the parts that fell up just have to be-

MC: OSBORN! I was really panicking there! How DARE you-

Osborn: S-Sorry!

MC: Hmph! Apology not accepted!

I pretended to be mad, snatching the model out of his hands and turning it around to get a better look at it.

MC: What did you say again? We just have to reinstall the parts that came out back in?

Osborn: You're… not angry anymore?

Glancing at his expression that was still frozen in surprise, the corners of my mouth that had been starting to quirk upward soon lowered.

MC: I'm not free to be mad now. I'll be mad later when I have the time. You better remember!

Osborn gave a light laugh at that.

Osborn: Okay.

Suddenly, a muted clatter sounded.

Mitt had slyly slinked to the door, entertaining itself by playing with the yarn ball that had been placed in front of the sofa.

Osborn: Looks like it's taken a liking to the toys you brought.

MC: Of course! Let's not disturb it now that it's happily occupied with its toys, and get down to setting this car model straight!

❖☆———————————★❖

Osborn: Ever built a car model before?

Osborn: No? So it's your first time doing it? And at my place too.

Osborn: ...You want to be my assistant, huh.

Osborn: That works too. Let me see where I put my toolbox.

Osborn: You have sharp eyes. Saves me the trouble of looking.

Osborn: Two more components left. Wanna try?

Osborn: Here. Just line it up and slowly screw it in.

Osborn: ...It's upside down.

Osborn: Come, I'll teach you how.

Osborn: This should do it.

Osborn: Looks like the joint needs a little polishing. Pass me the exacto knife.

Osborn: Now's not the time for the flat-blade screwdriver.

Osborn: Great reaction time. You got it right this time.

Osborn: Okay, done.

Osborn: What do you think? Pretty cool, ain't it?

Osborn: Right. We were just installing parts earlier, so why were you so nervous?

Osborn: Because you're inexperienced? Then you'll just have to do it a couple more times.

Osborn: Why's your face so red all of a sudden?

Osborn: Looks like it lost interest in your ball of yarn. It might be looking for a new target.

Osborn: Okay, get up.

Osborn: Now that we're done putting away the model, it's about time we put it away as well.

❖☆———————————★❖

By the time we found Mitt, it was already sprawled out beside the TV cabinet with its paws stuck underneath, fiddling with something in the gap.

Recalling the layout of his living room, I quietly tip-toed and whispered my idea into Osborn’s ear.

MC: I’ll take left, you take right. We’ll pincer it.

Osborn: It’s already here, so there’s no need to go through so much trouble.

MC: Huh?

Osborn: Just wait and see.

Osborn took a couple of long strides forwards in the direction of the cat.

I followed after him, quietly approaching the black cat. However, my attention was suddenly caught by the photo frame that the cat had just been playing with.

Picking up the frame, I carefully observed it…

In the picture were Osborn and a couple of familiar-looking teammates. They’d all had an arm around each other’s shoulder, beaming as they held the same trophy.

Their faces all look much younger… Is this a photo from years ago?

The race car in the background had a red and white body with an orange rear spoiler, similar to the car model that Mitt had batted off its perch earlier.

MC: Don’t tell me… Was that car model made based on this race car?

I was lost in thought when a sudden meow broke my train of thought.

Osborn: Still wanna run?

❖☆———————————★❖

I raised my head to see Osborn with both arms raised, gently holding up the cat in question.

The bright and warm sunlight shone in through the window, carefully outlining his chiselled side-profile and the contours of his muscles.

Although Mitt had already been caught, it still glared daggers at Osborn. It was as if a cat and a human were engaged in a silent battle with each other.

After a while, Mitt seemed to register the fact that it’d lost, meowing pitifully in that soft cry once more.

❖☆———————————★❖

Osborn: Oh? You know how to beg for mercy now, don’t you?

Osborn carried Mitt to the little corner we’d set up for it. Mitt seemingly gave up on the game of chase, lowering its head to eat the cat food that we’d prepared for it since the very beginning.

Watching it eat its food so obediently, I couldn’t help but kneel down and stroke its round head.

Mitt cast a doubtful glance at me, but turned its head, indulging nuzzling itself into my palm.

MC: !

MC: I touched it! How cute…

Osborn: You’re that excited from just being able to touch it?

MC: Yeah. It looked so naughty that I thought I wouldn’t be able to touch it today.

Osborn: It’ll come running up to you for a lick or two so long as you have food.

MC: Then I MUST let it try the wet cat food! Maybe it’ll get closer to me!

I sped towards the sofa and picked up the packet of wet cat food, purposely waving it before its nose.

It couldn’t resist the offered temptation after all. Its soft fluffy paws batted at my wrist as it opened its mouth and cried its pleas.

MC: Okay, okay. Any more and you’ll end up a piggy.

I recalled something after putting away the remaining food. I picked up the photo frame that I’d set down earlier and handed it to Osborn.

MC: Oh, yeah. By the way, this was the photo frame that Mitt was batting with under the TV cabinet earlier. I don’t know where you normally display it.

He took the photo frame from me and glanced at it.

MC: And on that note, I realized that the car in the background looks very similar to the model we just pieced back together. Are they the same?

Osborn: Oh. The model was made according to this race car.

Suddenly, I recalled having seen the highlights of all his races before.

The year and month in which he’d won his first racing championship seemingly coincided with the time that this photo was taken.

My guess had tumbled out of my lips before I could stop it.

MC: Is this the car you drove when you won your first championship?

He quirked a brow.

Osborn: Why, you know me so well.

MC: Then… Is that car model something of a memento from that race?

Osborn: You can say that.

MC: I heard somewhere before that that car’s engine had to be changed out every two races. It shouldn’t be in use anymore, right?

Osborn: The engine exploded on me during that race, so it was only my companion once.

Osborn spoke lightly of it, but thinking of how exciting and terrifying it must have been back then, I couldn’t help but feel my heart sink a little.

MC: I’m glad the car model’s alright. Otherwise, it’d be such a pity for such a meaningful memento to get damaged like that.

Osborn: So I should thank you properly. Is that it?

MC: Huh? Thank me?

He chuckled lightly, his eyes sliding from the photo to my face. He had a slightly flippant look on his face.

Osborn: Weren’t you the one who made that car model more meaningful?

MC: ……

I was taken aback for a bit. I looked at him in surprise, only to find his gaze calm and gentle. There was a smile glimmering within his eyes.

Osborn: You were pretty clever when fixing the model. Why so stupefied now?

As his words sank in, I felt my heart flutter as I realized what he’d meant by having made it more “meaningful”. Something seemed to have filled my heart. It was a little flustering, yet also a little sweet.

I worried my lip and gathered my courage together before looking up to meet his eyes.

MC: Then, that makes me happier now…

MC: Although I didn’t get the chance to sit in on the race of your first championship and cheer you on…

MC: I was still able to piece the model back together and play a part in that precious moment of memory.

Inexplicable emotions surfaced in Osborn’s eyes, and in the next second, his big hand ruffled my hair with a vengeance.

Osborn: There’s really no helping you, is there?

I shyly ducked my head, but I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from rising.

At this moment, the sun had enveloped us both within its warmth.

The cat quietly ate by our feet, letting out a purr of satisfaction every once in a while.

Slowly but surely, unspeakable feelings started to bloom and spread within the confines of my heart.

I hope, from the deepest points of my heart, that time would always be eternally frozen in this beautiful moment.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

✥ Choose your Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 +3 + 4 | Choice: Call Out [呼唤] ⊹Speak⊹

END 5 | Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

END 6 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ★Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Freedom⊹ —————★❖

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