#oopsie forgot i should probably tag for that. sorry

[fight-surrender]

Ok, so I’ve been in a bit of a slump since I finished Howlin. I haven’t really written 3 sentences in the last 3 weeks. I’m working on getting my mojo back. There were two posts that helped with this particular funk (in addition to a great pep talk by @bazzybelle) one was from @adamarks via @krisrix I think, the gist of it was “anxiety lies” which was kinda eye opening bc I always knew that about depression, but mine is more like a wet blanket that doesn’t speak, but the anxiety. THAT has a lot to say. So it’s nice to have a better way to shut it up. The other was @adamarks writing advice post. I needed that. Also thanks to @carryonsimoncarryonbaz for the commiseration. 

Thank you to @sourcherrymagiks, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @foolofabookwyrm, @captain-aralias, @annabellelux, @amphipodgirl, @ninemagicks, @adamarks, & @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire for the tags <3 Thanks to the people who tagged me the last few Sundays when I had nothing. Thanks to those who tagged me but Tumblr hid the tags bc it’s weird that way. 

ANYway. I set out to write a few lines and wrote a lil ficlet based on a kiss prompt from a list I posted awhile back. This is totally unbeta’d so all errors are totally mine. 

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Prompt: 22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party. This takes place during WS, an alt version of the bird carnage scene in Vegas. 600ish words. A hint of angst with a happy ending (of course)

Simon POV:

I step into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. There are dead birds everywhere.

“Better?” I ask.

“Better,” he says. “Sorry.”

“For what?” I reply, “Being a vampire, with natural vampire urges? I’ve already established that I’m cool with it.” I flip the toilet lid down and sit.

Baz is leaning on the counter. There’s a black feather stuck to his cheek. I want to wipe it away, but I suspect that might not go over well.

“Lamb’s a good-looking bloke.” I murmur. The tile beneath my feet is black, inlaid with swirls of gold.

“What?” Baz sounds sharp. Caught out.

“I mean—” I can do this, I press on.  “He’s well fit. Posh. Vampy.” I can barely get the words out. Hardly a whisper, but I know he can hear me. I pick at a hole in my jeans, twisting the threads in my fingers.

“What are you trying to say, Simon?”

“Maybe—” I clear my throat. I can’t look at him. “Maybe you should be with Lamb.”

“Simon.” Baz is in front of me so fast, I’m not sure he didn’t teleport. He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my head up. I finally look him in the eye. Merlin, he’s pissed. Guess I hit a nerve. I prepare myself for the inevitable letdown.

“I understand, Baz. It’s for the best.”

Baz growls down at me. “You don’t understand anything, Snow. Stand up so I can tell you this to your face.”

Crowley, this is gonna hurt. I stand to accept my fate. Baz closes his eyes and rubs his temples. “Simon, I’m going to say this slowly, so you understand.”

“Fuck, Baz, back to the lowest blows, I see.” Now I’m a bit angry. If he’s going to break up with me, at least he can be kind.

Baz takes another step closer. There’s a dead, black cockatoo in his way, he kicks it aside. He takes my face in his hands. “Simon, you fucking nightmare. This is such shit.”

I open my mouth to agree, but he cuts in. “Shut up. Let me talk. I’m standing in an ocean of dead birds because I’m a walking disaster, just let me speak.”

I close my mouth.

He leans his forehead into mine. Sliding a hand behind my neck. This doesn’t feel like breakup body language. “Simon. I love you. I want to be with you. Magic or no magic, for better or for worse. It’s you. Always you. So, could you please remove anything to the contrary from your thick fucking skull?”

Wait. What?  Did he just propose? I’m afraid to talk.

“Look,” Baz says. He sounds tired. “I’m a mess, you’re a mess. Can we please just be a mess together?”

I feel warmth, spooling from my heart down my chest out to my arms and legs. I think it’s happy, but I forgot what that feels like. I search his eyes for regret, remorse. I see hope.

“Please?”

All I can do is nod.

“Can I kiss you?”

I nod again.

He kisses me and it’s like the first time again. In the forest. Only he’s saving me.

He wants this. He wants me.

I push my fingers into his hair. I feel light. His arms are around my waist, pulling me close. It feels ok. It feels good. I want more.

The bathroom door bursts open. “My dudes! Food’s here! Oh! Oopsie!” Shep’s eyes are wide and he’s got his hand over his mouth, cringing wildly.

“Ah. My bad.” He leans against the door frame, pointing at us. “So you two are an item?”

“Can you please leave?” Baz snarls.

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Um, peace! Namaste! Love is love!” He claps his hands, “Hey, hey! Ho, ho! Homophobia's got to go!”

“Get the fuck out,” Baz and I shout together. (We really do match)

“OK, yeah, byee!” Shep waves and closes the door.

“I love you too, by the way,” I whisper as soon as Shep is gone.

“Well thank Merlin for that, I’ve had enough unrequited love for a lifetime.”

I look around. “We should probably do something about these birds.”

He takes my hand and leans into me. “Yeah. Fucking birds.”

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Tagging @scone-lover, @sharkmartini, @vkelleyart @theflyingpeach, @flintandfuss, @nightimedreamersworld, @pipsqueakparker, @xivz, @f-ing-ruthless-baz, @messofthejess, and all the people who I either forgot or that I know on Discord but don’t know who tf they are on Tumblr because their usernames don’t match. Sorry.I can’t keep y’all straight.  

[outerbankslut]

Sorry... Pope Heyward

Summary • After a fight between the Kooks and the Pogues you go to your friends to apologise but Pope’s not having it.

Warnings • Swearing? Maybe but I can’t remember and I cba to go back through. Mentions of violence (in the fight). If there’s anything else let me know :) JJ smoking as usual.

Word Count • 1.7k (Imagine)

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(GIF isn’t mine, let me know if it’s yours)

    THE NOISES OF the cars engine knocked you out of your daze as you drove down the paved, sweltering streets of outer banks. The houses you passed a second ago were filled with perfectly trimmed bushes, the building decked in marble and stone with backyards for miles and a pool to finish it off. Whereas the houses you passed now were smaller and wooden, looking fragile almost. Lots of the yards were messier and lazier but they didn't have personal gardeners or the time nor money to do it themselves generally. It made your heart clench as you thought about how just a mile back you were living luxuriously while people over here slaved away to earn everything they owned. They weren't handed it like you were.

You were on your way to the cut to see your friends. But not for a casual hangout. You needed to see if they were okay. After the events of the night before you couldn't be sure what happened after you left.

Rafe has been involved in a fight between all the Pogues including you. No surprise there. He’d been the instigator of it all. It had broken out just you were all planning to leave and then the Cameron boy and the rest of his country club friends came over and joined in somehow finding fun in hitting and punching people due to the entitlement blinding their eyes from the truth that they were the same. Well maybe not personality wise in any way at all. But you were all human beings and yet you were pitted against each other from the day you were born. Only some succumbed to the amounting pressure of their kook or pogue parents to stay away from the other side others realised how petty and stupid it was.

It was always like a scene from west side story when the two groups were mixed and it never ended well. It usually left you to pick up the pieces of their messes. Or any mess of your brothers really. It had always been you. You taking responsibility for anything he did. Whilst he would go disappear and sniff a few lines before making his triumphant return you would be mending what he broke or taking the blame. Being younger than him didn't help with him manipulating you as a child. Rafe broke a vase and suddenly you broke the vase. Rafe stole money from dad since he blew his allowance on coke and alcohol and instead you stole the money. It had always been that way and by now you were used to being left in the wake of your brothers tyranny.

You always felt responsible no matter what happened. The events of last night where stuck in your mind like super glue and the guilt was filling up your lungs. It wasn't your fault. But at the same time it was. You didn't stop your brother, you let your friends get hurt by him. And they must hate you. Probably wish you'd never been let into their group.

The tires of your car screeched to a halt beside the Twinkie which occupied the space outside of the chateau. It was eerily quiet until you stepped out onto the grassy and muddy ground and heard muffled laughter from inside the wooden walls of the small fish shack. You could smell the after effects of a joint wafting through the air. No doubt it was JJ.

Once you entered the chateau the small creak of the screen door was enough to gain the attention of all the Pogues who glanced up at your presence. Only then did you see what was leftover from the fight last night. Kie looked at you with a small smile but you could see the light grazing on her cheeks and her hands that held the wooden neck of a ukulele. But yet she still seemed happy to see you. And then JJ who sent you a lazy smile as he inhaled more of the joint between his bruised knuckled fingers and the smoke covered his purple and yellow and green painted face but only for a second. Then John B who held a beer in his hands but you could see the blood surrounding his split lip and small cut above his black eye.

None noticed your small frown or look of quilt swarming you except from Pope who stared intensely and lingered on the downturning of your lips as you turned and caught his gaze. You could see the small cut beneath his chin and no doubt just like the John B and JJ he accumulated bruises on his stomach or arms. But he was wearing his shirt buttoned up whereas JJ laid shirtless and John B stood with his shirt open.

It hurt you the most seeing Pope. The multiple bruises and cuts adorning his normally smooth and unharmed skin. They were because of you. When Pope moved in front of you stopping you from receiving the backhand Rafe sent your way as you berated him to stop. He was the reason you weren't hurt. And you were the reason he was hurt.

Pope looked at you oddly as you just stood there letting out a sigh.

"Y/N?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in question. When you didn't answer again he stood up and walked over to you where you stood with your hands threaded together and rubbing in anticipation. "What's wrong?"

"I-I wanted to apologise to you last night."

The rest of the Pogues had turned their attention to you, JJ even stopped smoking for a second to listen. Your eyes were down trained on the wooden flooring as you spoke. Popes furrowed brows deepened as he looked at you slightly bewildered that you thought you needed to apologise.

"I'm sorry he hurt you guys. It was all my fault and I should have stopped him but I didn't." You let out a dry chuckle. "All of you got hurt and yet I'm perfectly fine." You shook you head and sighed. "But I'm really sorry."

Despite the nice welcoming from your friends you still had the deep rooted fear they would hate you after last night but the looks on their faces held sadness or confusion rather than anger or disdain.

Pope had seen you do this before with the group. Whether it be a Pogue and Kook fight or just a small thing when he'd been around your house, like accepting responsibility when Rafe forgot to pick Wheezie up from her ballet class or the time when you'd apologised profusely for Rafes mistreatment of JJ at his job at the country club. But most of those times he'd believed it to be a small courtesy of just being related to the problem or saying it like when you say you're sorry for someone's loss but it wasn’t like that with you. At least not this time.

You were apprehensive to look up to meet his but when you did you saw the boy let out a small scoff and you were ready for him to yell at you to leave and never come back.

"God! Stop apologising for other people! You're not the shitty one!" The Heyward boy exclaimed blowing a fuse which surprised everyone when Pope was normally the calm and collected one. Not all the time. But most.

And he wasn’t angry towards you but toward Rafe and even the smallest notion that what he did laid on your shoulders. You simply blinked in his direction not sure what to say at his outburst.

"Pope—" You started saying before you were cut off by the boy throwing his hands in the air.

"No I can't take it any longer. I can't watch you blame yourself and apologise for the punches Rafe throws or the shitty things he does. He's a bad person and you are not him. I don't give a damn if he's your brother, okay? Y/N you've never done anything wrong in your life and yet you keep apologising for everything he does. It's not your fault. I'll tell you a million—scratch that a billion times if I have to."

And once again you blinked but this time blinking away the glossy liquid in your eyes hoping to clear your vision. It was a different feeling having someone tell you it wasn't your fault for once. Popes eyes stared passionately towards you as you held his stare. You felt comforted just the the deep ebony colours of his eyes that focused on you.

"I still left you guys though after. I didn't stay and help." You told them and Kiara stood quickly, abandoning the instrument on the couch and placing a hand on your arm. You felt yourself sniffling. Pope moved his hand as well but lightly placed it in your own moving his fingers over your palm in circles soothingly. Letting you know he was there. Pope and you had definitely always been the closest in the group. If you ever needed someone Pope was always there. Whether it was someone to cry on or rant to, he was always there. And he definitely cared a lot about you as you did him.

"Hey, Y/N. You still tried to help us. That’s what counts. And we get it was overwhelming. We don't have to deal with psycho brothers. No offence." Kie spoke softly and you chuckled lightly at her comment through small tears that you were quick to wipe away.

"Yeah, Rafe is his own person and technically an adult he can take responsibility for his own shit." JJ spoke as he stood from his space on the couch joined by John B behind him.

"I still don't understand how the two of you are even related."

You shrugged a small smile growing on your lips that Pope noticed. "Me and Sarah both wonder that. A lot."

They all let out small laughs before Pope pulled you in for a hug and you nestled your head into his shoulder at his warm and enticing hold. He smelt of musk with small hints of aftershave and salt water. But most of all he smelt of home. Somewhere that would always be inviting and your one true solace from the world.

Note • Got my writing mojo back, kinda. And I used a prompt for this which helped a lot as well maybe too much. But uh so funny story I said it could make a cute blurb and one thing leads to another and I’ve written 1.7k words oopsies. I rambled too much and it’s trash and it’s also 2am so forgive me. But I need help I write too much unnecessary details in my fics and it makes it so long and probably boring. Anyway it’s✨trash✨but I hope maybe you enjoyed.

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[travesty-majesty]

22 for TNG! I gotta know which kids are clowns ASDGHJKJ

I’m gonna go with Estrella for this one! She definitely takes Kokichi’s humor on, and the few that get it find her funny. (Also I need some seratonin and writing Estrella helps lol)

Also I’m actually gonna write a small sorta fic for this! I’m guessing that’s what the prompts meant anyways sucjhfjcnsi

22. “Stop making me laugh!”

Characters: Estrella, Sara, Aeja

Ships: Slightly implied SaraYama, Implied unofficial EstrellAeja

(Background Vera, Hayden, Oliver)

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Estrella was, by nature, a comedian. She liked making people laugh, including herself. Even if others didn’t understand her humor, she found herself funny, and her pops taught her that that’s all that matters!

She would like someone to laugh at her jokes, though. Even just once or twice, you know? Just to know she isn’t a totally hopeless joker. She didn’t have many friends in school or on her road, but... well, she can’t say that changed much when she got kidnapped. Obviously. A killing game ain’t exactly daycare.

But she did meet some people that laughed at her jokes.

Sara was one. She was a pretty chill person overall, getting along with almost everyone, including Estrella! They didn't talk every day, but most days they had a conversation or two, not really talking about anything important. They did convene during investigations sometimes, though!

“Hey, Sara! I got a hetero joke for ya.” 

“Pfff, haha! That’s one way of phrasing it. Ok, what is it?”

“Mhm! So, what did Cinderella say when she got to the ball?” Estrella asked, leaning down on the table where Sara was sitting. Vera listened in too.

“How is this a hetero joke- I don’t know, what?”

Estrella smirked, then opened her mouth and stuck her finger in, making a gagging sound. Sara raised an eyebrow for a second, taking a moment. 

Internally, Estrella panicked. Did she get it? Was that too hetero of a joke? She’ll admit, it was kinda inappropriate. In fairness though, she’d heard it off her pops! She wasn’t to blame though.

Suddenly though, Sara exploded, wheezing with laughter. Estrella sighed softly in relief, laughing too.

“F-for goodness sake, Estrella! That’s- god, that’s terrible-!”

“Hey, you laughed!”

“I know and I hate it!”

Estrella laughed more, then stood up properly again. She placed her hands behind her head.

“Well then, my job here is done! I’ll be seeing you, ladies~” Estrella said, turning with a wink and a wave, strolling out. 

She was always a flirt.

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Aeja... Where does she begin? Aeja was great. At the start, Estrella didn’t see her as much more as another stick in the mud, but after Aeja laughed at a joke Estrella made in the first trial, she started paying the copycat a lot more attention. 

And evidently, Aeja returned the favour.

The two started hanging out more and more as the game progressed. At the start, Aeja was probably just sticking with her out of pity or something. Estrella knows that much; she may be stupid but she isn’t that stupid. But after a while of incessant flirting and jokes, Estrella likes to think Aeja started enjoying being around her too.

One day, Aeja was in the library with some of the others, reading with them. It had been quiet; almost silent actually, when Estrella arrived.

“Oh Aejaaaa~!” 

Aeja turned around in her chair, watching Estrella bound into the room. She smiled, closing her book. Looking back at Hayden and Oliver, who she had been reading with, she excused herself and stood up, meeting Estrella halfway.

“Good afternoon, Estrella. How are you?” She asked. Estrella sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her forehead. Her mood swings were a part of the comedy.

“Ah, just horrible! I haven’t seen you allllll moooorning, don’t you know how torturous that can be?!” She exclaimed. Aeja chuckled softly, bringing Estrella’s hand back down.

“Sorry I didn’t catch you at breakfast. I had matters to attend to.”

“Matters like sitting in a room full of dead cows and paper?”

“Why do you phrase the library like that..? And no, me and Hayden were investigating the new areas of the school that opened up. We came here shortly after.” Aeja explained. Estrella hummed.

“Ok, ok, a valid excuse.”

“It’s not quite an excu-”

“But that doesn't excuse leaving me on my own! I had to have a conversation with Aspirin, Aeja! ASPIRIN! I was that bored!” She exclaimed, shaking Aeja for more dramatic effect. Have you noticed how dramatic Estrella is yet?

Aeja laughed, grabbing Estrella’s wrists to steady her.

“His name is Aspen, Estrella. And I’m so terribly sorry you had to interact with others like a normal human being.” Aeja responded, smirking. Estrella feigned shock.

“How dare you?? My own dear Aeja, insulting me? I don’t believe it!” After a moment, she hummed, then smiled. “Actually, nah, I believe it. Aaaanyways, you’re here now! Now we can finally hang out! Woo!” She cheered. Aeja laughed a bit louder this time, then looked around at Hayden and Oliver, then back to Estrella.

“Stop making me laugh! This is a library, we’re supposed to be quiet.” She murmured. Estrella raised an eyebrow and smirked. 

“Oh, right. I forgot, oopsies! Well...”

She then walked forward and leaned right in close to Aeja, right against her ear.

“Should I whisper, then? Will this do?” She whispered, right into Aeja’s ear. She knew what she was doing. 

Aeja practically squeaked, shoving Estrella away. “Estrella! Don’t do that...”

“Aww, did I scare ya?” Estrella asked, hands on her hips. In her head, she was winning this encounter. Even if she couldn’t break character now, she’d be in hysterics over this later.

“Not quite scared, per say...” Aeja replied, placing a hand over her face. 

“Well, if you weren't scared too badly, then you can definitely play with me, right? Right!”

“Wait, what? What do you-”

Estrella reached forward and leaned in again, whispering again. She got such a reaction the first time!

“Tag. You’re it~”

She tapped Aeja’s shoulder before springing away and dashing out of the room. Aeja stood there for a second, taking it in.

“I... wait- hey! Estrella!”

Aeja turned back to the Boys for a second. “Sorry, I have to go! I’ll see you two later-!” Was what she said before running after her.

Estrella smiled as she ran, re-running the events in her head. That's was great! It’s nice for someone to actually respond to her advances, even if they’re jokes.

“If jokes are funny, then I’m a joke! My whole thing is jokes, right? Then I suppose that makes me one, too.” She thought.

She smiled again.

She must be one hell of a funny joke to get Sara and Aeja to laugh like they did.

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(Wow I got carried away-

Also accidentally made this another estrellaeja fic, oOPS-

[Yes, another, I have written multiple.]

Hope you enjoyed anyways! Hopefully this is a bit of insight to some of their characters lol)

[wordsturnintostories]

8/ Nothing in the Mirror

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

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Summary: A lot can happen on a late spring day, especially on a bus. A lot more can happen if the ride ends before you’ve reached your station. If you end up in the Avengers Tower without memories, things have either taken a very good or a very bad turn of events. Too bad you have no clue who you are. Apparently, that’s not the case for everyone. Scarily, not all your secrets are hidden within your head, but you have two men by your side who swear to figure everything out with you.

Warnings: not sure if you can take all the fluff

Word Count: 1583

_Author's Note: Sorry for posting so late (I know, it's probably not that late for you, but to me, it feels like Wednesday is already over and I forgot to post.) I miss you, @buckyslion (and you too, @@aubzylynn) . 

I promise we'll get back to mystery and violence soon. :)

Bucky woke up in the middle of the night, with a smile on his lips. Some moonlight dared to tickle his face and he closed his eyes, listening for the soft breathing of the adorable girl next to him. His smile faded and he shot up in an instant. Nothing. She wasn’t here. The bed was empty. Bucky groaned. Not again. He grabbed the handgun from a special holster underneath his bed, glad that he still kept it there every night. Who knew what the nameless girl was doing right now? The nameless girl who knew how to fight. He didn’t even bother to turn the light on, just rushed directly into the living room, pacing to reach Steve’s door, when he heard some clattering. Someone is in the kitchen. He tiptoed around the corner, counting on his advantage of surprise. Behind it, she stood, in his shirt and boxers, with messy hair and flour all around her. He grinned. She is crazy. What is she doing at - at 2 am? Baking!? He wasn’t sure if watching quietly would be considered stalking or creepy, so he cleared his throat and stepped into the warm room, the gun lowered.

The scent of sugar and sweetness filled his nose and he heard the last tones of the song you hummed. Then, you noticed him and a shock went through you, making you drop one of the eggs in your hands. He was still shirtless. „Oopsie.“ „Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. What are you making?“ You kneeled down, cleaning up the mess, trying to not look at him and his - body. „Um, I’m not sure what it’ll look like in the end, but-“ „Don't you have a recipe?“ „I - no, but I know… pieces. Now I’m just… trying to make something out of it.“ Buck’s face lit up at that and he moved a little closer in an attempt to catch your eyes. You weren’t sure if he’d be able to read what they expressed, so you kept them on the ground. „That’s awesome! So you are remembering things.“ „I don’t know. This memory feels like a basic, like tying your shoes.“ He didn’t understand this girl and her story yet, but she was extraordinary. What else he couldn’t figure out was why she wouldn’t look at him. Something is wrong, he assumed. Maybe they had lost her yesterday, with the book. They hadn’t meant to confuse her. Maybe there was more stuff going through her head and she didn’t know how to deal with it. „Starting with the basics doesn’t sound too bad to me. Although I really think we should go back to bed. Have you realized how late it is?“ He sensed the resistance in her, how she looked at the clock, then eyed the batter she’d created. „Just put it into the fridge. Write down what you need to do. You can finish it tomorrow.“ „Later, you mean.“ „No“, he smirked, „tomorrow is when I wake up.“ She grinned, putting everything away. If he was honest, the sight made him feel ticklish in his stomach, bringing up feelings he’d thought long lost and buried. This girl was beautiful and hadn’t even realized it yet. Now Steve would see what he would get for reminding him of his earlier days, for the ladies’ infatuation with him. It warmed his heart to see her smile, because he knew which smiles were real. Losing your memories was a harsh fate, but he’d make the best of it for her.

The next morning introduced itself pleasantly, sending rays of sun into the bedroom, waking everyone up. While the man next to you got up, you snuggled deeper into the warmth of the covers, getting lost in them. You breathing was gentle and steady and you could’ve slept for at least an hour more. A hand touched your shoulder, but didn’t quite shake you, so, unconsciously, you leaned into it. Someone whispered sweet words into your ear, but you wasn’t sure what it meant. The bed was sweeter. All of the sudden, cool air touched you in places where the blanket covered you before and your eyes opened immediately, meeting laughter. There stood Buck, holding your blanket, with a smirk on his face. But you shot up, sending him into a sprint out of the room. You were right on his heels, even in the living room, but he was fast. „Traitor!“, you yelled and he just laughed, loud and bright. „You shouldn’t wake Steve up“, he grinned, face full of mischief. „Well, I don’t care about him. I care about my blanket.“ Both of you were standing on opposite sides of the table. You groaned; you weren’t gonna get him like that. So you jumped over the table, gaining maybe a second on him. He gasped but ran. „I want my blanket!“ „Well, I want you to come and get it!“ His eyes blazed with joy when you took after him. You didn’t blame him. Boys always needed their games and you were almost sure Steve didn’t chase after his blanket, so you’d have to endure this for a while. Speaking of Steve, you were so caught up in running, you didn’t notice him coming out of his room. You crashed full force into him, him half naked and half asleep. „Good morning“, he rumbled. You blushed. You hoped running into naked men wasn’t all you achieved in life. Well, if that was the case, you could call yourself  an overachiever.  „Help me“, you whispered, looking up to meet Steve’s eyes. Buck came up behind you. „Who’s the traitor now!? You can’t catch me and throw yourself at Steve?“ He grinned and full of mischief, wrapped the blanket around you from behind. He had you in his arms and carried you back into the bedroom like a battle trophy. Although you felt more like a sushi roll. Someone should write books about that instead of cheesy love stories. „Should write what, sweetheart?“ You blushed, then groaned. This was embarrassing, from beginning to end. This whole thing, with him chasing you, calling you pet names and you being wrapped in a blanket you couldn't escape. Oh, let’s not forget you running into naked men (only two so far, luckily) and doors at the sight of the former. „I wanna know“, he teased and slowly began to free you. You couldn’t fathom your luck at your chance to escape but shook your head, not wanting to tell Buck the sushi thought. „I have my ways of getting the information I want, you know“, he began, „I am an assassin, after all.“ „No, you’re not.“ He chuckled. Suddenly, he pulled you onto the bed, starting a tickle war. And man, he was strong. Captured in his arms once again, his chest heaving against your back, you felt his laugh reverberating through your entire body. He rested his chin on your neck, carefully observing your eyes in the mirror, making sure you weren't uncomfortable with him so close. But you smiled, cheeks still flushed from that tickle game you were sure would count as an exercise when performed with Buck.

He quieted down, like you, softly pushing a strand of hair back behind your ear so he could see your face better. „Buck, what do you see when you look into the mirror?“ For a moment, there was only his soft breath against the back of your ear as he thought, but his hands sneaked around your waist, he pulled you a little further against his front. „Something I haven’t seen in a long time, I guess. Joy. What do you see?“ „When I look at myself, nothing. There is a face and a heart, but they are masks - hiding the emptiness. There’s nothing in the mirror.“ You sighed, realizing how fast all the happiness had vanished, like someone had opened a window and let all the warm air out. Buck turned you around in his lap, touching your cheeks with his hands. His blue eyes focused on yours, searching for words you didn’t dare to speak out. „I know how you feel. But I’m here, okay? I’ll help you find yourself. When I look into the mirror, I see a girl who overcomes whatever falls in her way. Look, this has a good side too. Nobody expects anything from you, you’re free to discover yourself here.“ His mouth pulled into a smile that soon became a smirk, with that one corner lifted. „Also, you get to wear my shirts. Which, by the way, you look great in.“ You weren’t sure if he was doing this on purpose, making you blush, but it worked. Every single time. Man. „Yeah, they’re all the same kind of ugly“, you teased and he gave you a playful hit on the back of your head. „And then she says I’m crazy.“ „Can’t handle the truth, huh? That’s even worse, Buck.“ Steve suddenly stuck his head in, agreeing completely. „My exact words. You are the worst, actually, still sitting in bed and all. Get your lazy ass up and into the kitchen. I’m sure Tony wants to announce something, we shouldn’t miss that.“ „Just pull the plug of the coffee maker. It’ll slow things down.“ You stood up nonetheless, grabbing big clothes from Buck who was way more muscular than you. Although, your body did feel strong and your belly was toned. Athlete, but too many scars. What am I?

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