#send help I’m going into cardiac arrest over them

[shentheauthor]

Idk what I was on w this but can I get back on it

Sorry guys I’m thinking about the toxic hollow knight (who I call Vess) and radiance relationship now and I’m about to make it everyone’s problem.

(Disclaimer: this can be seen as romantic or platonic or a secret 3rd thing)

Just. Vess missing the Radiance, despite everything. They were created to contain her, and without her, they feel empty in a way they never have before. It isn’t even the empty they were supposed to be. It just feels awful and disgusting, like they’ve been scooped out and left to rot alone.

Vess missing her, loving her even, because she’s all they’ve known for centuries.

She knows them better than any other, and in turn, they know her. They know her rage because they were on the receiving end of it. They know her sorrow because they held her through it unwillingly.

The Radiance hates them in a way that wraps back around to being love. When she centers her existence around hating them because that’s all she can do anymore. Ancient enemy, Wyrm-spawn, Vessel. They’re everything she is opposed to, and yet they are her only companion.

Love and hatred that rots Vess from the inside out. Suffocating determination and obsession that stomps the Radiance into an ember desperately searching for kindling to set ablaze. And yet, if one is freed without the other, they will feel empty, because something was there that just isn’t anymore.

The world is better off with the Radiance gone, but Vess misses her regardless.

Anyway yeah I’m not normal about hollow knight.

[honeylations]

KIM MINJEONG x FEM!READER

Prompt: Minjeong, your best friend (and secret crush), lied to her parents about having a girlfriend. You didn’t expect that YOU were the girlfriend. Let’s see how your heart plays out.

Warnings/Notes: loser nerd Minjeong, g!p Minjeong, eventual smut, best friends to lovers

A/N: more loser Minjeong because she’s so cute

‘Sorry, will be a few mins late!’ Was Minjeong’s last text before you found yourself sitting alone in the Uni’s library for what was supposed to be exam prepping.

However the ‘few mins’ that Minjeong said ended up being almost half an hour and you were close to ditching the plan for a matcha latte, but the taller girl touched your shoulder which almost sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Jesus Jeongie! Don’t sneak up on my like that!”

“I’m sorry for making you wait! Something happened at home so I couldn’t just leave” she sighed and sat beside you.

She was wearing her oversized Minecraft shirt and baggy jeans. Complimented with her old and extremely dirty converses that you told her to throw away. Her short hair was tied into a mini ponytail and her adorable black glasses were taped together in the middle after she accidentally got hit with a basketball in the face.

Oh your adorable nerdy Jeongie :(

“Wanna talk about it?” You asked softly once seeing her stressed state.

She nodded cutely. Like a little puppy. But that thought went out the window when she rested her arm around the back of your chair, leaning closely so no one else would hear what she was gonna say.

Your stomach started to do flips from the close proximity. Her big eyes looked into yours desperately, like she was asking for help.

“Please don’t get mad, Y/n-ie”

“What’s wrong Jeongie?”

She sighed once more and looked away for a split second before meeting your eyes again. My God, she was so hot.

“I may or may not have told my parents that you were my girlfriend…”

That’s when you lost your voice. The air around you felt thick and there was only one way you were able to respond.

You punched her face.

Minjeong grunted and fell out of her seat from the sudden blow. She held her cheek and turned to you in shock. “What the hell Y/n!”

“Are you kidding me Minjeong? What the hell happened for you to lie like that!”

She stood up, still holding her pained cheek. “Both of my sisters got girlfriends leaving me stuck like some virgin loser with no life! What else was I supposed to do? My parents are on my tail and I couldn’t let them know that I’m still refusing to have some human interaction while playing with legos”

You threw a small tantrum. “So what, we just hold hands for the rest of our lives?”

“Look, I just want you to come for dinner tonight. Have some simple conversations with them and it’ll seal the deal. They won’t bother me anymore after”

She was making it harder for you to say no. You wanted her so bad as your girlfriend since you first met but not in the situation she has currently put you in. Letting go of her face, she walked up to you and gently rubbed your shoulders.

You looked up and felt the butterflies again. Why couldn’t the girlfriend thing just be real instead?

“Please Y/n-ie. I really need your help”

Well that was enough to convince you. Talk about being whipped.

“Alright Jeongie. But you owe me big time”

“Yes yes of course! Thank you!” She cutely celebrated and pulled you in for a tight hug.

“I’ll send you my parent’s address. Come at 7 okay? You can even sleep over my dorm afterwards”

“That sounds nice. I haven’t slept over your dorm in a while”

She shrugged. “We get too busy nowadays”

“Yeah we do. Do I have to dress nicely?”

Minjeong looked up to think for a moment before nodding. “Might as well. I’ll dress nice too”

“Alright. Let’s start studying”

You stood at the front door and rang the bell, quickly adjusting the short tight dress just in time for Minjeong to open the door to greet you.

You found yourself stuck in a trance as your best friend revealed herself in a black button up and slacks. The top 3 buttons were undone to reveal the chain necklace you gifted her ages ago.

Minjeong wasn’t wearing her glasses either and her short brown hair wasn’t tied in her usual ponytail. Her hair was free and looking so fluffy as she ran her fingers through it.

“Y/n welcome!” She gave that ever so handsome smile while hugging you.

Her perfume was stronger than usual, almost intoxicating you.

“Jeongie you look so…”

“Different? Yeah I know. It feels a bit weird” she giggled and looked at her own outfit.

“I was gonna say hot but yeah that works too”

Her lips parted adorably. “You think so?”

“Don’t get too happy now” you winked as she allowed you inside and to the kitchen where her parents and two sisters were seated at the table.

“Just go with the flow. It’ll be okay” she whispered in your ear before gently holding your hand. “Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Jang Y/n. Y/n, these are my parents and my two sisters Chaewon and Taeyeon”

You bowed and flashed a bright smile. “Pleasure to finally meet you all!”

“I didn’t think our little JeongJeong was able to pull such a pretty woman” Taeyeon smiled, making you instantly blush.

You felt Minjeong’s hand tighten around yours and you noticed her jaw clenching. Chaewon picked up on it aswell and began laughing.

“Oh relax Minjeong, no one’s planning to steal your girl. Tone down the jealousy”

“I’m not jealous. Come on Y/n, take a seat” she said and pulled the chair out for you to sit on.

She took her own seat afterwards and returned to holding your hand again. “Also guys, please don’t overwhelm my girlfriend with too many questions okay? I’m sure she’s tired already from her uni lectures today”

“Oh you study Y/n?” Her Dad asked with crossed arms as if he was studying you.

“Yes sir, I’m a pharmacy student” you answered proudly, earning an impressed reaction from the family.

“Is that so? May I ask why?”

“My dad currently owns a pharmacy and I hope to open my own after graduation”

“Awe you’re such a sweetheart” Minjeong’s mom cooed, holding your free hand. “Let’s not bother her any longer, honey” She whispered to her husband and then smiling at you again.

“Let’s eat now”

And that’s how the remainder of the dinner went. Chaewon and Taeyeon asked a few more casual questions here and there to get to know you better and surprisingly the 3 of you clicked. You and Chaewon love mint chocolate ice cream whereas you and Taeyeon used to play the violin.

That’s when the two older Kim sisters brought out expensive wine for you to share and then you got a bit carried away from the delectable taste.

Chaewon was slightly worse. Only two glasses in and she was passed out at the dinner table. Taeyeon was more responsible, being the eldest sibling as she took reasonable sips of the liquor. You just chugged every pour and your red cheeks were enough of a sign for Minjeong to confiscate the glass from you.

“That’s enough, Y/n”

“Awe man” you whined and let your head fall onto her shoulder.

“I didn’t expect the dinner to end like this. Sorry Mom and Dad. I promise you she doesn’t usually drink so carelessly” Minjeong smiled sheepishly at her smiling parents

“Sometimes a uni student needs their break” Her mom giggled.

“Thanks for introducing her to us, darling. She’s a gem you need to take care of. If I find out you made her cry, I’m hunting YOU down” Her dad joked, earning a nudge from his wife.

“Thanks guys. It’s time to take her home. I’ll visit you guys again next weekend once exams are over” Minjeong told.

She stood up with you leaning into her arms like a sleepy toddler.

“That sounds lovely. Do bring Y/n again if you can”

“I’ll ask her. Have a goodnight, I love you both”

You woke up during the car ride back to Minjeong’s dorm, feeling a bit dizzy from the wine. “Jeongie?”

“Hey, silly. Didn’t expect you to wake up so soon”

You sat up in the passenger seat and started scanning the view of your supposed to be nerdy best friend driving. She looked so attractive?

She had one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gear stick, unintentionally displaying the rings on her index and middle finger.

“What’s going on?”

“You’re sleeping over my place remember? Unless you changed your mind. I can drive you to your place instead”

“No no!” You quickly panicked, surprising Minjeong a little.

“Cool. You feeling better?”

The effects of the alcohol were coming back as your eyes did their own thing again, starting from your best friend’s Adam’s Apple down to her unbuttoned shirt and finally…her crotch.

You remember accidentally walking in on her changing out of her pants and seeing quite an impressive size underneath her boxers but that was when Minjeong’s dick was flaccid. It made you wonder the size when hard.

“I’d suck your dick until my jaw dislocates” You randomly blurt out.

Minjeong’s eyes went wide, almost sending the car flying with how hard she slammed on the brakes. “W-What?”

The wine was giving you more confidence than needed so you decided to continue by running a hand from her knee up to her crotch and giving a gentle squeeze. Minjeong’s hands tightened around the wheel as she continued driving.

“Y-Y/n, we’re gonna crash”

“You don’t understand how badly I’ve wanted you, Jeongie” you husked, hand never leaving her bulge.

“Y-You want me?” She cutely squeaked, eyes darting from your hand to the road.

“Always wanted you. The faster you drive us, the faster you get to fucking me, baby” you whispered hotly in her ear and kissing the lobe after.

“Fuck”

You found out that same night that Minjeong didn’t like taking things slow. You were both already naked on her bed, her hand wrapped around your throat while she kissed you like she was starved.

She quickly sat up and fished out a condom but you snatched it from her and threw it away. “I want it raw, baby”

“Do you just let anyone fuck you raw?”

“No, just you. You’re all I ever think about”

Minjeong cursed under her breath before kissing you again, already pushing in her cock inside your desperate cunt. Her lips moved to the space on your neck that her hand wasn’t covering, sucking and biting while your back arched.

“Oh my god, Jeongie”

She smirked into your skin and began moving her hips. “My pretty cock sleeve”

Her words, her actions, her tone were beyond your expectations. A loser nerd girl who was also fucking hot under the sheets and knows how to use her dick? There’s nothing else you could’ve wanted.

“Ah!” You gasped at a particular hard thrust, pushing Minjeong’s head closer to your skin that she continued marking.

“Fuck Princess, need you to be mine” she growled and the hand she had on your throat had pinned your wrists above your head, letting you see her biceps under the dim lighting and her hot face, shining with sweat.

Her chain was dangling just above your nose as her movements became rougher. She bit on her lower lip and released a muffled moan that got you clenching.

“Shit. Gonna fucking cum, Y/n-ie”

“Yes please, Jeongie! I want to be yours”

She leaned down to kiss your nipples and then your lips. “Gonna claim you, okay baby? Not only will you be my girlfriend but you’ll be my personal cum dump too. How does that sound?” She smirked evilly, watching you nod.

“Yes yes yes! Fucking have me. I’ll be anything you want!”

“Good” Minjeong simply said before flipping you over with your ass up.

She held your hips and began fucking you from behind like a mad dog, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a mark. You cried into the sheets as you fisted the ruined blanket, looking to the side and seeing the lewd reflection in the mirror.

You could see Minjeong’s lips parted as she destroyed your insides, almost setting them on fire. “Fuck, gonna cum in this delicious pussy of yours, baby”

You chanted a bunch of “yes”’s as the bed started ramming into the wall. Your eyes rolled back and you released a scream, feeling yourself explode your cum all over Minjeong’s big cock, but she continued to pound into you chasing for her own release.

“Fucking take it, bitch” she panted, feeling the familiar tightness in her abdomen. “Holy shit, Y/n!”

You moaned at the warm feeling of her cum fill your insides, certain that it was going to trickle out of you. Minjeong pulled out and kissed your right ass cheek before staring intently at the white liquid escaping your abused pussy.

“I came a lot for a virgin” she chuckled, making your head whip so fast.

“You’re a virgin?!”

“I thought it would be obvious with, you know, the Minecraft shirts, my Roblox merch…”

“You’re a virgin but you literally fucked me like that?!” You said breathlessly.

“Pleasing a woman doesn’t seem so hard. Porn sites are quite educational too” she winked and laid you beside her.

She pulled the sheets over your sweaty bodies and kissed your crown. “So…does this mean you’re my girlfriend now? Like for real?”

You looked up at her and giggled. “Yes it does”

“Yayyy” she scrunched her nose, personality returning to the loser Minjeong you fell in love with.

“I need to build my Lego soon” she added.

“It’s literally 4am”

“I said what I said”

[juyeonszn]

JUST FOR ME

PAIRING ji changmin x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.26k

GENRES kinda fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, apparently ji changmin has a secret, established relationship, a whisker away ref <3, dacryphilia lol, making out, oral (m!receiving), face fucking lol, cum eating lol, lmk if i missed anything!

SUMMARY ji changmin had a secret.

MORE hellaur hellaur!! i cannot believe i’ve written 8 of these in the past month like i’m actually sick in the head. but maybe u guys are even sicker for reading them idk… once fawntober is over i think i might spontaneously combust. ANYWAY i would like to dedicate this to the resident jichang lover <3 beam <3 consider this a late birthday gift <3 if u enjoyed pls rb!

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

Ji Changmin had a secret.

A very big secret that he would never dare tell to anyone else. Not his friends. Not even you. Whether it was because he wanted to keep this to himself, take it to the grave type beat, or because he was embarrassed— the world may never know.

But as you cuddle into his side, sniffling over this stupid animated movie, he realizes that his big secret might be harder to keep to himself than he thought.

He’s seen A Whisker Away with you probably hundreds of times by now, and he’s seen you cry each and every time, but for some reason this is the one that gets to him. The sight of your pretty tears trickling down your cheeks, eyes slightly puffy and lips pouty, has his thinking clouded. Typical Y/N behavior, living in his mind rent free like it was your career.

He hopes the thick comforter of your bed hides just how turned on he is, licking his lips when a tear drips down your chin and onto your chest. Don’t even get him started on your pajama choice. Nothing but a thin camisole and flimsy linen shorts. Did you know that you were just one action away from sending him into cardiac arrest?

Changmin doesn’t even notice that the movie has ended and the credits are displayed, eyes still trained on the stray teardrops rolling down your sternum. It’s not until you’re reaching above your head to stretch, leg bumping into his hard on.

You turn to him with wide eyes and a gasp. “Changmin! No way you’re fucking horny right now.”

“I’m not?” His response comes out more like a question than a statement, so of course you don’t believe him in the slightest. You give him a pointed look.

“How could you possibly be hard after watching that?” Your eyebrows raise, judging him wholeheartedly without knowing the full story. Though, he’s almost certain you’d still judge him then, too. Who wouldn’t? Getting turned on by the sight of his girlfriend crying wasn’t exactly something that people would think is normal.

“That’s— uh— that’s not what— you know what, never mind. We can just go to sleep if you’re tired—” Changmin really wished you weren’t so persistent sometimes. Then again, your persistence was the reason you were together in the first place.

“No, I’m wide awake now,” you simper, a sly little smile that looks out of place paired with the tear streaks on your cheeks. “Lemme help you, Min.”

You peel back the covers, straddling his lap. Changmin groans, throwing his head back when your barely clothed warmth presses down on his erection. Your fingers card through his hair before you lean in to kiss him.

It’s slow at first, lips moving together gently as you work yourself up. One of the things Changmin loved about you was the fact that you were always so eager to please. He had a tendency of not asking for anything unless absolutely necessary, but with your keen sense of perception, you just knew when he needed a little extra care. Like right now, for example.

His hands find your hips, grinding them into his own as he nips your bottom lip. You sigh into the kiss, parting just enough to catch your breath. He slips his fingers under the waistband of your shorts but you shake your head.

“Mm-mm,” you start to pepper kisses all over his face and jaw, trailing down his neck. “Let me do the work. You just relax, okay?”

The service top he was, Changmin thought it would be a bit difficult to just let you have the reins. However, he pulls away his hands anyway, allowing you to exhibit your magic. You smile contentedly, shimmying down so your face was level with his crotch.

Changmin watches with bated breath as you haul his sweatpants and underwear down his legs in one go. He fists your hair in a makeshift ponytail, darting out his tongue to wet his lips when you leave a sweet kiss to the tip of his cock. He hisses as you wrap your hands around the base, pumping his length agonizingly slow.

His hips buck up into your hands, teeth gritted when your lips envelope the head. Your tongue drags over his slit, collecting the precum that’s begun to form. You moan when the taste of him settles, one hand sliding under his t-shirt to claw at his abdomen.

Finally, after what felt like eternity, you take him fully into the warm coziness of your mouth. Every time you gave Changmin head, you tried not to push yourself to swallow him wholly. You were afraid of embarrassing yourself by not being able to fit his impressive size down your throat. This time was different. You felt the need to provide him the best pleasure possible.

He thinks he might combust, focus zeroed in on your plush lips going further down his length and meeting your hand. Your eyes flutter open, making contact with his as you twist your wrist and start to bob your head. Changmin groans, using his free hand to fist at the sheets below you. You looked so fucking filthy like this, ass perked up in the air as you sucked him off like your life depended on it. But good God, you managed to still look absolutely gorgeous, even with the drool dribbling along your chin.

Instinctively, his grip on your hair tightens and he pushes your head down, forcing you to engulf his cock more than you already had. You gag, but steel yourself to power through. Changmin accepts his fate and lets himself loosen up, a conniving grin spreading across his lips.

“Gonna let me fuck your face, baby?” He coos, bending his knees and putting his feet flat on the bed.

You moan in approval, pulling off just to respond. “Mhm. Want you to feel good.”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he bites his lip, bringing your face closer to kiss your swollen lips, your hand still jerking him off. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

He can taste himself on your mouth and it makes his release that much more exciting. You break apart, returning to what you were doing previously. This time, however, Changmin doesn’t hold himself back. He starts to fuck up into the wet heat of your mouth, cock sliding down your throat with a choked groan following each thrust.

Your eyes water, and before you know it, tears are tracking on your cheeks. He nearly whines, all sense of restraint lost completely as you continue to wrap around him, tongue swirling around the tip and running along each vein. Changmin feels insane, his orgasm building up higher and higher the more you take him— the more you cry for him.

It’s when one of your teardrops drips onto his stomach, your thumb swiping across his hip bone, that he cums into your mouth with a moan so out of character, you almost join him. You try to swallow everything he gives you, but it’s so much that you have to pull off of him, feeling it slip down the side of your mouth. Your hips roll into the bed to release some of the friction that formed.

Changmin wipes away the mixture of saliva and cum on your chin, stamping another slow kiss to your lips. You straddle him once again, whimpering when he presses up into your already sensitive cunt.

He smiles, fingers dipping into your shorts. “You did so well, baby. Let me return the favor.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[avilthings]

Spring Shedding

Plot: Poor Husk isn’t the best at handling shedding season

Pairing: Husk x gn!reader

Length: 1.3K

Type: SFW ~ Fluff

Editing credit: To the lovely @irkimatsu who always cleans up my work🫶

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It’s been two days since you’ve seen Husk at the bar. You’ve been staying at the hotel long enough to know that not seeing Husk at the bar is unusual. He’s usually always there sipping on a bottle of cheap booze.

The hotel has been rather quiet this past little bit with Charlie and Vaggie busy coming up with plans at Lucifer’s estate and Angel working many hours. For as odd as it was seeing the hotel so quiet you actually enjoyed it. It was a nice change of pace from the usual chaos. However, you were now quite curious about where Husk has been these last two days.

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“Oh good, Niffty! Wait… what is that?” You point to the clump of fur in her hand lowkey disturbed.

“For my collection!” Niffty grins before scurrying away.

“Wait, I was going to ask if you’ve seen Alastor!” You try calling out, but Niffty is already gone.

“You needed something?”

You jump as Alastor appears from shadows behind you. “Jesus Christ Al! Don’t sneak up on people!”

“Hmph, I simply heard my name and answered, dear. Is that so wrong?”

“It is when you almost send people into cardiac arrest!” You sigh before getting back to the topic at hand. “Listen, I was just going to ask if you’ve seen Husk. It’s unusual to not see him at the bar.”

“Ah yes~ Husker was getting rather frustrated with the amount of fur getting into his drinks.”

“Wait, fur…? Niffty had a clump of fur in her hands not too long ago…” You recall your interaction with her.

“Yes, poor Niffty has been working overtime with the amount of fur Husker has been leaving all over the hotel.” Alastor says, sympathizing with Niffty. Whether it was genuine or not, you’ll never know. “It is shedding season after all!” Alastor states matter of factly before heading off.

‘Shedding season…’ you think to yourself, processing Alastor words.

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*knock knock*

“Husk? You in there?”

“Go away, I’m not in the mood.”

Not wanting to push, you leave, wanting to think of a better way to approach this issue.

While alive, you had many animals and worked in the field of taking care of them. You were very good at managing fur, from double coats to long and short coats. You knew you could help Husk because of this, and wanted to help him since he’s helped you before, even if it was just lending an ear.

That’s when you got a plan…

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*knock knock*

“I thought I told you to fucking go away earlier!” Husk snapped.

“You did, and I listened. Now it’s later… plus, I brought some rather expensive alcohol this time.” You smirk from behind the door knowing Husk’s ears probably perked up at that.

Not too long after that comment, the door opens slightly. Husk doesn’t seem to want to come out though, and is mostly hidden behind the door.

“If you’re going to have some of my expensive whiskey, we’re going to enjoy it together,” you emphasize. Husk grumbles, but finally lets you in.

“Don’t say a word!” he warns. You knew instantly he was referring to both the way he looked and the state of his room. Husk had chunks of fur falling out as well as a few bald spots from where he probably pulled the fur out. The room was no better, with fur and the occasional feathers everywhere.

You take the whiskey and glasses out of the small bag you had before setting them down on a nearby coffee table. Husk instantly pours himself a glass.

“Ah~ been awhile since I had the good shit.” Husk says, sitting back into a comfy chair.

“It’s not the only thing I have in my bag…”

“Hm?” Husk grunts, almost curious, but also in a way that says ‘I don’t give a fuck unless it’s more alcohol.’ You empty the bag and three brushes fall out.

“NO!” Husk says as soon as he sees the brushes, knowing exactly what you wanted to do.

“Hear me out, okay?. In my life, I worked a lot with different types of fur coats. I understand how to properly groom and take care of them, it’s what I did for a living. I know you don’t want help, but I can see how much this is bothering you. You’re always there for everyone else listening to their problems and even lending advice at times. Let me return the favour and be there for you.”

After a long sip of his (your) whiskey, he gets up and sits on the floor by you and the coffee table.

“This stays between us, got it?”

Your face lights up at this. “It will, I promise. Now, what’s the area causing you the most trouble?”

“My back and torso have the thickest amount of hair, but I don’t want you touching my wings or tail,” Husk says as he turns around, allowing you access to his back.

“I won’t. I have a curry comb which I’ll use to get the already loose fur out, then a special deshedding comb which will be the main brush I use, and finally a slicker brush to help the coat look nice and sleek after.” You let Husk know your process so he’s not startled by what you’re doing or confused as to why you’e doing it.

“As long as I get to keep drinking this whiskey, knock yourself out,” Husk comments, not seeming to care much.

You begin by getting a feel for his fur to understand the type of coat he has. Once you have a plan of what to do, you start working. You’re careful not to touch or go near his wings as you work away.

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It’s been an hour now, and you’ve finally finished his back. The amount of fur that came out was almost startling. Both you and Husk hadn’t noticed but at some point while grooming his back he had started purring.

“I’m going to move to your chest now. Can you turn around?”

Husk complies, moving to face you. Seeing him this close knowing you would be touching his chest was enough to dust your cheeks a light pink. Thankfully, Husk didn’t seem to notice, as he was mostly interested in the alcohol.

“I’m going to start.”

It wasn’t until you touched his chest that you felt the vibrations of him purring. It was a low purr, which is why you hadn’t noticed it earlier. Now that you were aware of it, it became clear as day. Best not to comment on it, though, you figured.

As you worked through Husk’s chest fur, you soon realized how thick this particular area was and how long it would take. Husk had already finished off the bottle of whiskey and you still had a ways to go.

“This area is going to take a while. Sorry! It’s just very thick and where most of your shedding is coming from,” you warned, quietly a little worried he’d get mad or ask you to stop. Instead, he did something you never would’ve expected.

Husk lay his head in your lap, getting comfortable before closing his eyes.

“….Husk?”

“I’m tired… and out of booze. Just keep doing your thing.”

With that said, you keep working on his chest fur, making sure to be careful around bald spots. You can feel the vibrations of Husk’s purring through your lap; he seems to really enjoy this.

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After an hour and a half, fur everywhere and your legs numb, you finished. Husk’s coat was looking better than ever as he now slept in your lap, still purring quietly. You couldn’t help but reach down and lightly rub his ears, causing him to wake up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine,” Husk says as he sits up.

Husk starts to feel his fur, almost amazed at how soft it felt. “My fur has never felt like this. It’s amazingly soft.”

“Told you I knew what I was doing,” you giggle as you watch Husk pet his own chest.

“Thank you for this.” Husk said, a bit quieter than his usual tone.

“You’re welcome. I’m really happy to have helped you.” You smile.

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“Know anything about wings?”

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[lonesome-witching]

Just a Car Ride

Another prompt from @rabbitofdeath-atcastleaarrggh. It is a short one, but I still hope you like it. In this one Robin gets her wisdom teeth removed.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

It should have been Steve. He had made the promise to Robin. It would have been so much easier if it had been Steve.

But no. Steve had been called away on an emergency and so he had called Nancy to fill in. She wasn’t sure how much of an emergency it could have been though. The walkies had been quiet for a while now. Yet that didn’t change that Steve had run after Dustin in a worry and Nancy was forced to pick up Robin.

It wasn’t that she minded. She liked hanging out with Robin. She just wasn’t sure how to deal with liking Robin. She wasn’t meant to like Robin.

“Nancy?” Robin was slurring her words as she nearly fell into Nancy’s arms.

“Hi, Robin. I hope it’s alright I’m picking you up. Steve had to go.”

“I think I might like you better.”

Nancy could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks. “We should go,” Nancy said, dragging Robin towards her car.

“Take me home, Nancy Wheeler.”

She opened the door for Robin, dropping her on the passenger seat. Even going the mile to lean over her friend to buckle her seatbelt. She couldn’t help but close her eyes as she smelled Robin’s perfume. And then she pulled away, rounding the car and slipping into the driver’s seat.

“You are very pretty, Nance.” Robin’s head was leaning against the headrest, a dopey smile on her face.

“I think you’re high on laughing gas.”

“I always think you’re pretty.” Robin poked her finger into Nancy’s cheek.

“I think you’re pretty too.” Nancy tried her best to stay focused on the road. She had to stay focused on the road. No matter how cute Robin looked.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the smile on Robin’s face falter. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course, I do.” Nancy quickly looked over.

“You like Steve.”

Nancy laughed loudly in response. “I assure you I’m not into Steve.”

“Is it still Jonathan then?” Robin was staring at her. Nancy could feel Robin’s eyes on her.

“What are you talking about?”

“I like you.” Robin giggled a little after she said it. As if it was some kind of inside joke that Nancy couldn’t possibly understand.

“I like you too.”

Robin turned on the radio. A generic pop hit filled the car. Nancy thought back to her car rides with Jonathan. He would have pulled up his nose and turned off the radio again. She thought back of Steve. He would have started shouting out the wrong lyrics. All Robin did was softly hum. Barely audible.

“Me and Jonathan aren’t together anymore. We broke up. I broke up with him.” Nancy gripped the wheel tighter.

“Oh,” Robin replied. “I’m sorry.”

“You already knew, didn’t you?”

“My mouth hurts.”

Nancy nodded. “You did just get your wisdom teeth removed.”

“Oh, okay.”

In a few minutes they would reach Robin’s street. Nancy would make the turn, drive up until she saw the navy blue door and then she’d help Robin into bed. She almost didn’t want to.

“You have a cute nose,” Robin said, one of her fingers reaching out to touch it. Nancy couldn’t help but scrunch up her nose as the finger neared. Robin started giggling.

“You have pretty eyes,” Nancy shot back quickly. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to change the subject or if she was trying to keep it going.

“You have nice hands.”

“You have a pretty voice.”

“You have pretty lips.”

Nancy wasn’t fast enough to reply, and so Robin continued: “Sometimes, when it’s late at night, I wonder what it would be like to kiss them. Your lips.”

Everything seemed to stop. Time slowed down. Nancy nearly went into cardiac arrest at the mere thought of Robin kissing her. She was about ready to step on the brakes.

Instead, she just remained quiet.

“It’s stupid though, because I know you’d never want to kiss me.”

“What if I do?” Nancy saw the navy blue door and somehow she knew she wasn’t going to get a reply.

“That’s my house,” Robin exclaimed, pointing out the window.

Nancy exhaled as she stopped the car.

[mandyyvibes]

7! for Stucky, please! :D 💙

7- stucky; a kiss to shut them up

“Did you know that the scientific name for mandarin oranges is Citrus Reticulata?”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed with emotion and affection for the boy curled up next to him. This was the first Christmas morning since he lost his Ma, which was harder on him than he could ever put into words. But he’d woken up to the front door closing softly, and Bucky trying to be sneaky as he tiptoed in with a whole sack of oranges.

After a month of lamenting over how expensive they were, and gentle teasing about how they were going to get scurvy like pirates, Bucky had brought him oranges for Christmas.

Bucky had then climbed back into bed next to him, warming him better than fancy electric heat ever could, and started rambling off every relevant piece of trivia he knew.

“Are we gonna keep talking about the oranges, or are we gonna eat them?” Steve asked, voice muffled where he had his face resting against the top of Bucky’s hair. The smell of his hair product lingered despite the morning bedhead. It was a smell that Steve had come to associate with Bucky, despite the thousands of other men who probably smelled the same.

“I was trying to build the anticipation,” There was a coy smile in Bucky’s voice.

Steve sat up properly so that he could see the beautiful smile, and so he could retrieve an orange from the bag set at the foot of the bed and get to peeling.

Bucky looked like a damn angel with his white undershirt against sunshine-golden skin, dark hairs loose against his forehead. Steve found himself watching his lips as he spoke, not really processing what he was saying as he floated off into a hazy daydream, one where he could kiss sweet orange juice off of those soft pink lips.

“-from China, all the way on the other side of the world. I swear it’s true, I read it in a book. Are you listening, Stevie? Are you alright?”

Steve blinked and coughed a few times, out of habit more than any current ailment.

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Steve’s bony fingers worked deftly across the orange peel in an attempt to remove it all in one piece, taking extra care over the parts that tried to stick, even though it made his joints ache.

Bucky was talking still, off the subject of oranges entirely, going on about some fantasy story that he had read recently. Steve’s tongue darted out from between his lips, wetting them, then licking the tart and sticky substance off of his own fingers.

Bucky wrinkled his nose.

“Gross.”

“You’re gross,” Steve quipped back, pulling off a section of the orange and offering it to Bucky.

Bucky leaned forward to take it out of Steve’s hand with his teeth, eyes glinting in a way that knocked the wind out of Steve. His lips ghosted across Steve’s thumb and holy hell, they were softer than they looked.

Desire festered deep in Steve’s stomach, sending goosebumps across his arms. He quickly put another slice into Bucky’s mouth, recoiling his fingers quickly as if scared of Bucky’s lips.

“And in Chinese culture oranges represent good luck, and prosperity,” Bucky continued even around a mouthful of fruit. “Do you feel lucky yet?”

“I dunno,” Steve took a piece for himself, relishing in the burst of sweet citrus across his tongue. A stray droplet of juice ran down his chin.

Before he could move to wipe it away, Bucky’s hand was on his face. The work-calloused fingers were gentle against his pale skin.

Steve thought his heart might stop beating. He was going to go into cardiac arrest right then and there, and then Christmas would be ruined.

“Thanks, Buck.”

“Your face is red, are you alright? Do you have a fever?”

Steve nearly choked. “I think I’m okay…my circulation. Or something. Probably.”

“Oh. Here,” Bucky pulled the blanket off of his own lap and draped it across Steve’s shoulders, already starting on another tangent. “Dad has to work today, but Mom wants to bring the girls over later, she’s bringing dinner. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them, huh? Alice is so big now, nearly as tall as you-“

“Buck,”

He just laughed, putting his hands up. “Okay, I won’t give you any crap about your size. But-“

“Buck,” Steve sighed, growing frustrated that he couldn’t get a word in. His annoyance and the way that Bucky’s plush lips formed a pretty, kissable pout had his stomach turning over.

“Stevie,” Bucky mimicked his breathless tone, nudging his knee affectionately. “I-“

“Shut up,” Steve groaned, and it felt like something finally broke within him. It was sort of like when he snapped and threw the first punch, except so much sweeter.

Before he could process what he was doing he was moving, placing both hands on Bucky’s bare shoulders and pulling him in. And then they were kissing fervently, and Bucky was making this delicious groaning sound in the back of his throat, lips parting to allow Steve’s tongue inside.

Steve knew that Bucky was a good kisser, had seen girls go weak in the knees from his kisses. He knew what he was doing, but he let Steve take the lead anyway. And if the noise that he was making was any indication, he didn’t mind sitting back and let Steve kiss him stupid. m

Steve sucked sticky orange juice off of Bucky’s bottom lip, and then sucked on it some more, only pulling away when it was visibly kiss-swollen and Bucky was breathing hard.

Steve sat back, putting some space between them, and slowly withdrew his hands, folding them in his lap. They shook with the adrenaline of it all.

“I…I’m gonna be insufferable if you’re gonna do that every time I piss you off,” Bucky managed finally, meeting Steve’s gaze with wide eyes. “Or was that your way of thanking me for the oranges?”

Steve felt so much lighter, knowing he could kiss Bucky, like he’d been carrying tension and he didn’t even realize it.

“Both, I guess. And merry Christmas,” Steve gave him a wide grin and leaned in once again to plant a peck on his flushed cheek.

[hanasnx]

would kill for breeding with han. i’m not 100% convinced he’d be into it but i definitely think he’d love getting you all cock drunk for him, marking you as his own. maybe some daddy han too cause i luvvv him sm & you write him so well 💞

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i’ve been going into cardiac arrest imagining han and his breeding kink. bcos he wouldnt have it traditionally. it'd be under these sweet specific circumstances:

"i wanna make a baby, han. c'mon, don't you wanna put a baby in me? we'd make such a cute kid." you plea, your grabby hands twisting into the collar of HAN SOLO's shirt while you drape yourself all over him. you can't help it, all of your senses are heightened, and he looks good enough to eat. chest hair peaking out of his shirt, muscle defined under his clothes, his hair falling perfectly... you want him to fuck you and fill you up until you can't physically take it anymore. you want to be an empty shell, only good for siring his children. he makes the idea so appealing.

he's nervous, shying away from you with a sheepish scratch of the back of his head. kids aren't on his mind, he wasn't aware they were on yours. maybe in the future, but not right now? not in the middle of all this? the corner of his lips curl and hang agape in disbelief.

"sweetheart, don't talk like that," he chastises. he's afraid of what he might do if you don't heed him. his large hands gently cup yours, attempting to redirect them off his clothes because you're making a scene in public. not that he doesn't like a public spectacle, especially one that proves your and his connection like this, but you're being too loud. and his pants are too fucking tight. you disobey him, continuing to move into him as he inclines in the other direction in the booth.

"clue me in, princess, are you being serious or is this jus' talk?" he asks, voice low. it sends tingles down your spine. out of pure curiosity, and aroused paralysis, he allows you to raise yourself using his shoulders. until your teeth latch onto his lobe, tugging on it softly.

"we could go make one- right- now."

[aectpen]

STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

m.list

synopsis: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥

pairing: Zhang Hao of ZB1 and fem!oc

status: ongoing

chapter 11: deal

the next day, rina woke up to a slew of good morning messages to hao. 

haohao 🐼:

good morninggg nanabear

10:15am

good morning?

i rlly pulled out that cringey nickname for u

and this is how you repay me ?

11:00am

even he was weirded tf out..

12:15pm

you better be dreaming abt me

12:45pm

riri 🐼

i was dreaming abt juyeon actually 😘

good morning haohaobear 

that doesn’t sound as cute as nanabear

haohao 🐼

yeah you're sick

and it’s afternoon now idk if you know this yet

riri 🐼

wrdgaf

what are you doing today?

haohao 🐼

im literally about to die of boredom

i kept scrolling youtube and got to the point where i’m watching a honey

badger fight off a bunch of lions

riri 🐼

you know what would make your day better?

haohao 🐼

hmm idk humor me

riri 🐼

buying breakfast and bringing it to meeeee

haohao 🐼

you're gonna give me a house tour?

riri 🐼

house is a strong word

it would take one 360 spin and you're done!

haohao 🐼

send me the address and i’ll be there asap 

riri 🐼

this is why you’re my favorite person on the planet kinda

rina sprang up from her bed, eager to get ready to see hao. she may or may not have hastily stuffed everything in sight into her closet to create the illusion of cleanliness. when he said "asap," he meant it. in the midst of fixing her hair in front of the mirror, the doorbell buzzed.

"who is it?" she teased.

through the peephole, she could see his amused expression. "vogue 73 questions."

the moment she opened the door she yanked him in roughly.

“are you trying to dislocate my shoulder?” he pouted.

“my neighbor is on the balcony.” she closed the door behind him.

“you’re acting like i’m beyonce. i promise you the grandma living next to you has not a clue who i am.” he plopped on her couch, laying out the breakfast on the coffee table. 

the two shared a meal while binge watching dramas. "watching" might not be the most accurate term; they chatted incessantly, offering commentary on every single scene. they were the kind of people you should never go to the movies with—they'd talk your ears off, sounding more like characters themselves than the ones on screen.

as they progressed through the episodes, they found themselves gradually edging closer on the couch. each thought they were slyly shifting a millimeter every ten seconds. eventually, they both scooted over at the same time, resulting in them turning to each other and bursting into laughter at their synchronized stupidity.

“you thought you were slick,” rina laughed at hao’s shocked face.

“me? you were doing the same thing!” he poked her side.

he gave in to his wants and snaked his arm around her, snuggling into the crook of her neck. even peppering faint, feathery kisses on her collarbone.

“hao, are you trying to put me into cardiac arrest?” rina whined.

as his kisses ventured lower, rina’s doorbell buzzed unexpectedly. they looked at each other confused as she wasn’t expecting anyone.

peering through the peephole, she was met with haemin and hyemi waving at her. she quickly turned to how and signaled him to go hide in her room. she opened the door just enough for her to stick her head out, “can i help you?”

haemin pushed the door open, “i thought we could all hang out.” she looked like she was looking for something, more specifically someone.

rina watched them make their way to the couch and tried to sneakily kick hao’s shoes out of sight.

“big breakfast?” hyemi snarked.

“can you guys come another time? i’m planning to go out right now.” rina knew she shouldn’t piss them off given what they know about her.

“where? can we tag along?” 

haemin was almost a whole new person—someone that was one the sweetest best friend rina could ask for turned into somewhat of a mean girl. it was totally out of her character. it truly doesn’t take much for a friendship to turn sour.

“okay, i’m not going anywhere. what is this about?” 

“is there a reason you don’t want us here?” haemin tilted her head with a mocking tone evident in her voice.

“what do you want from me. we all know what this is about; let’s not play dumb.”

“i have a deal for you,” hyemi walked closer to rina “get me jebewon’s phone numbers and address, and i won’t spill the beans about your little relationship.”

rina looked at the girls incredulously. she knew they had bad intentions but this crossed so many lines. haemin was always a big fan of idols, but never displayed sasaeng behaviors. this revelation was a punch to the gut for rina. it always hurts when someone you know so well proves that you didn’t know their true nature

“you don’t even have proof of anything.” she forced out a nervous chuckle.

“you think we don’t know about your park dates? could you be any sloppier?” an insulting tone laced in haemin’s words. “i know he’s in your room, you are so predictable, rina.”

“what would you even do with the phone numbers and address? they could easily change their numbers, and they have security.”

“we could sell information on them,” hyemi chimed in “it’s your choice, you wouldn’t want to see your baby boy get hate, would you?”

“text me your decision, or we’ll do what we have to do.” haemin said before the two finally left.

rina walked over to her room to see hao fast asleep on her bed, she could’ve sworn they only talked for five minutes. she sat next to him and smiled at his cute expression—eyebrows furrowed his lips slightly parted. however, her smile faded once she realized the choice she had to make. how could she possibly win in that situation? she knew the difficulties that would come with dating an idol, but she didn’t know those difficulties would arise from her supposed best friend.

she looked out her windows and doors to see if haemin and hyemi were watching her. she wouldn’t put it past them to do a stakeout for blackmail.

should we just stop seeing each other? she thought to herself. she didn’t want it to come to this, but she felt a great sense of guilt. dating scandals can very well ruin images. she didn’t want to be a source of stress and trouble for him and his group. all these thoughts caused tears to well up in her eyes and soon stream down her face. she didn’t want to lose him, but she didn’t want to hurt his livelihood. i can’t tell him about this.

[ithebookhoarder]

SW: Reacting to a reader with Force Lightning Disease

A/N: Thanks to @jedigeneralmollykestis​ for sending this one in. This is technically part 2 of her ask - the first part / original post can be found here. 

Now, disclaimer, this is technically not a real disease, but Lightning Disease is, and I’m taking it more on the principal that the reader has a condition which means what the ask originally detailed where: “your heart is damaged and you have cardiac arrests through out your life.” 

Yet again, I’m no medical expert and I am making most of this up. However, if I get anything super wrong and you have medical experience, let me know 💕

(Obi-wan Kenobi x Reader) & (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

Ok, so, in my mind Force Lightning Disease is similar to ‘lightning disease’, in that it is caused by a great electrical shock causing damage to your heart. 

Chances are you can thank a Sith Lord for the condition - probably Dooku, given his reputation.  

As such, you can bet you’re treated with great respect by your peers for risking your life to face him, and surviving - even if you didn't emerge unscathed. 

Many Jedi carry battle wounds and scars - each of which is seen as a medal in its own right, and yours would be no different. 

I’m also sure there would have been others who would have been diagnosed with such a condition, meaning that the medical team and your fellow Jedi wouldn't be completely without knowledge of what it is and what to do to support you. 

Like with most conditions where your heart can go into cardiac arrest there are things you can do to manage symptoms, even if you cannot necessarily cure it. 

As soon as Anakin and Obi-wan learn what you’re dealing with, they would be right by your side, asking the medical droids for information, as well as hitting the archives, to find out all they can about helping you manage the condition and stay healthy. 

For instance, these two make sure you have a water bottle on hand at almost every moment of the day, and usually carry one themselves just to be sure. 

They also know the importance of controlling high blood pressure by eating healthy foods. Luckily, the Jedi tend to keep meals simple, but that doesn't stop them making sure you get proper nutrition even in the field - be it via vitamins, some sort of infusion, or just them cooking for you when you have the time to. 

Getting regular exercise is also meant to help, which isn't an issue with these two. They’ll take you for walks in the gardens, run you through drills in the training arena, and even spar with you if you feel up to it. 

They also take great care to help you learn to lower your stress levels, be it through meditation or making sure you have time to rest. 

Obi would also make you some soothing tea whenever he could - which is apparently the key to his calm and patient demeanour (unlike his ex-padawan) 

He also has a clear schedule for any and all medication or medical appointments you may require. 

I think Anakin, given his technical abilities, would also be keen to help when it came to things like maintaining and monitoring mechanical aids, like a pacemaker etc. 

Just like he does with droids, he is constantly tinkering with prototypes for a new devices that will help manage your heart rate and possibly even help re-start your heart if you need it. 

On that note, I think it’s important to say that you couldn't have better company to watch over you, given the Jedi’s gifts. Their natural ability with the force means that they can detect the slightest change with you, and can often pre-empt any cardiac episodes. 

Their gifts also allow them to help heal you, and return your heart rate to a normal pace - making you stable enough for them to move you to get any additional medical help you may require. 

Plus, they won't exactly hate the chance to tease you about giving you mouth to mouth, should the need ever arise. 

You know they do it to help make you feel less conscious, as well as to make you laugh about the fact they get to kiss you in public without people thinking it’s weird. 

They want you to know that they love you and want to take care of you because you're important to them.

They do not see you as a burden or as weak or lesser than, just because of what happened to you and the battle you now face every day. If anything, it makes you braver than most.

They're always there to offer an encouraging word, or give you a much needed hug whenever you feel down about it and promise that they're not going anywhere. 

Masterlist

[mackenzielovee]

Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

crazy love masterlist

my writing

our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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[whatinthe25]

Did any of ya'll sign up for this Adulthood stuff?

Just like the rest of you, I didn’t sign up for any of this “life” stuff and quite frankly, I want a refund.

Who the hell am I?

Who the hell am I? Honestly, I can’t even answer that question. My name is Sarah, a 25 year old Latina with raging ADHD that is just trying to figure out this life thing one step at a time. One thing that didn’t hit me until 6 months into my 25th year is that like holy hell, I’m the ADULT now. This baby face of mine may stop me from getting into bars, but it isn’t stopping the natural progression of life and being like the Adult in so many situations. And I don’t mean the hypothetical “adult” like being the bigger person or whatever, I just genuinely mean like I’m no longer the youngest person in the room and realizing that has sent me into my mid-mid life crisis. Oh yeah, one cool thing about me though is my dachshund, Ollie. He’s cool as shit. The best puppy around.

What the fuck is an adult, anyway?

Growing up we were told they were the ones to trust in an emergency, and I guess I’m pretty trustworthy when shit falls through the cracks but like, that can’t be it? But like, I’m realizing that that IS it. Adults are just old people that have lived longer than you and like that’s it. They can be dumber than you, smarter than you, richer than you, poorer than you, stronger, weaker, slower, faster, you name it and it’s possible because the world Adult means literally “someone over 25" and like wow that’s it.

Why should you care?

Good question, I don’t even know why I should care about being an adult, or literally about anything? I don’t understand how humans are all just running around this world aimlessly, bending to societal whims or fighting against them, with no clear picture of the future. Adults are really just winging it and well, this shit is STRESSING me out. I didn’t sign up for this whole life thing, let alone the difficulty of figuring out what I want my life to be?? I can barely decide on breakfast in the morning (lol, I say morning like my first meal of the day isn’t usually at 1pm) and now I’m supposed to determine what I want my whole LIFE to look like? That’s like, SO much pressure.

Why am I even writing about this?

To be honest, I have no idea and that’s a clear example of what I mean. I have no idea what I want life to be like at all but there are a few things I like, and writing is one of them. I might not have the best grammar (and tbh who really cares) but I like to get my thoughts down on paper when I’m not spiraling out of control. So I figured a blog would be a good way to do that, only I feel too old for Tumblr so I thought I’d start a good ol blog, middle aged woman style.

The point.

Well my point here is, being an adult is meaningless and life is meaningless unless you give it meaning. But figuring out HOW to give your life meaning is hard and shouldn’t be according to all the mental health guru’s out there. Life is just life and we should enjoy the ride, but how the heck am I supposed to enjoy the ride if I don’t know the destination? Like if someone just swoops me up in a vehicle without telling me where we’re going or how long we’re going to be there, then HOW would I POSSIBLY enjoy that ride? The suspense would literally send me into cardiac arrest. (If you’re wondering, yes I hate surprises). But yeah all of this is just long form text to say - the point is that there is NO particular point, and so we need to create our own point, and that point can be ever changing, but there still is no particular point to doing anything, especially being an adult and living life which brings me to MY Point…. I have no point. HELP. If you want to be a part of me trying to figure out that Point, well have fun reading along! And If you have advice - that is very much appreciated.

Much love, thanks for reading,

[judeswhore]

hey bestie, u rlly came through with the goal dedication fic🥵 but i’mma need some more. maybe some fluff, like ur at ur family’s home for a bbq and seeing mason with ur younger siblings is giving u baby fever 🥰🥰🥰thanks BFF <3

men and babies are hot but mason with babies >>>> ovaries on fire actually

the goal dedication fic was fr my fav i’m glad u liked bff

baby fever - mason mount

Mason with children was enough to give you heart palpitations. You swear one of these days he’s going send you straight into cardiac arrest with the way he handles them so carefully, always with a grin on his face.

You watched him from across the back garden of your parents house, his smile practically blinding as he played football with your youngest brother. Mason was standing in front of the goal while the little six year old aimed balls at him. Each time the ball went in a certain direction Mason would dive the other way, huffing in fake annoyance when Alex pumped his fists in triumph.

“This is just beginners luck!” You heard him call as he went to retrieve the ball. He was just picking it up when your niece latched on to his leg, chubby fists tugging at his trousers. “Oh, hey you. You wanna play as well? Hmm, c’mon then angel.” He turned his gaze to your brother. “Be two minutes, buddy okay? You wanna go get something to eat and take a break?” Your brother had nodded and raced off towards the BBQ, leaving Mason with Lola.

Mason stood her in front of the goal, mere feet from the net and set the ball down in front of her. He crouched down to her level, tapping a finger against her tiny right foot. “Use this one, yeah? Straight into the net.” Lola attempted to kick the ball but it hardly moved but before she could even begin to pout Mason was reassuring her.

“Hey, it’s okay, watch I’ll help.” Your heart had slammed into your chest as you watched Mason pick the little girl up, dangling her feet over ball. He gently swung her until her foot hit the ball and it went rolling into the back of the net.

Standing there watching Mason swing Lola up into his arms and jog around the garden with her as she laughed and bounced against his chest had your mind reeling and you could only think of one thing. The exact same thought was ricocheting around in your brain, practically flashing with neon lights.

You wanted to have a baby with Mason.

He was always so good with kids, whether they were your families, his families or even his friends, he always knew how to keep them happy. If they even showed the tinniest of signs of being upset, Mason was there, crouched in front of them, rubbing a comforting finger over their cheek and telling them that everyone was okay.

You’d thought about having a baby with Mason before of course you had, the two of you had spent endless nights talking about your own little Mount but today you seemed extra tuned in to the way he was. You couldn’t help imagining him teaching your own little boy or girl how to play football and cheering them when they scored.

Your mind was short circuiting on the image of Mason cradling your own little bundle of joy in his arms, cooing softly at them that you didn’t even notice he’d made his way to you. He still had Lola balanced in his arms and was grinning brightly at you.

“Lola wants to know if you saw her goal.” He tells you, sidling right up against you so the three of you are huddled together against the wall. Your mind immediately fires to this being your little family. Mason coming and asking if you’d seen your daughter scoring a goal. You tapped your finger underneath your nieces chin and grinned at her.

“I sure did. I think you’re gonna be the next Messi.” Lola has no idea who that is but she smiled anyway, wriggling around in Mason’s arms.

“Again!” She pointed a little finger back towards the goal, fidgeting until Mason set her gently on the ground and she’s stumbling back across the grass to try on her own.

“I think she wants you to play some more.” You told him, leaning slightly into the warmth of his body, head on his chest. You felt a kiss against your hair.

“Got my work cut out for me coming to these things.” He laughed, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he settled your back against his chest, the both of you watching as she tried to kick the ball again. It’s only a few minutes before she was rushing back over to the two of you, pulling on your boyfriends jeans again.

“Baby duties await.” He mumbled in your ear and you swear your whole body turned to mush, a stupid smile climbing on to your face. Mason scooped Lola up into his arms again, teasingly nipping at her fingers when she tried to put them in his mouth.

“Won’t be long and then-“ Mason cut himself off, tilting his head curiously at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Lola had her hands in his hair, tugging on it and you laughed softly as Mason tried to dodge her fingers.

“I like you like this.” You told him with a shrug, just as your mum came up behind Mason, teasing Lola by tickling her sides.

“Like what?”

“Babied up.”

“She’s broody, Mount.” Your mum told him and you watched Mason’s eyes light up at the word, his gaze darting between you and the little girl on his hip.

“Broody.” He hummed the word like it was new to him and you rolled your eyes, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

“Lola wants to play, get lost.” He’d opened his mouth ready to reply but Alex was back, bun hanging out of his mouth.

“Mason will you teach me how to curve the ball?” Your brother was already tugging him back towards the goal, Mason throwing you a look over his shoulder as if to check for your reaction to yet another child hanging off him. He gaze had met yours and you’d grinned.

“Broody.” Was all you mouthed to him but it was enough to make him laugh, turning his face into Lola’s hair in an attempt to smother it.

[lock-my-heart]

Karl Heisenberg x reader where the reader (Gender neutral), accidently hurts themselves, maybe they twist/roll their ankle and Heisenberg makes a big deal out of it while Reader just finds his overreaction amusing.

 Thank you so much for requesting! Hopefully this will get the ball rolling for requests.

Clumsy one, aren’t ‘ya? (Karl Heisenberg X Reader)

• The factory has so many safety violations that you stopped counting them after 30. Of course, scrap metal is all over the place, and as much as Karl tries to be a gentleman and move them out of the way when you’re with him, sometimes he forgets, or just doesn’t notice the offending scrap work.

• Which leads to you tripping one day.

• He either ran to where you were when you fell, or was right beside you and failed to catch you.

• His initial stress reaction is to laugh. He chuckles in this low worried tone that quickly dies in his throat when he fully processes what to do.

• He’s going to carry you, no matter how heavy, to his room where he can check you over once, twice, a third time. All while you shake your head at his antics.

• If you start to snicker at his reaction, he’ll say “you’re laughing?? Babe, your ankle’s in danger” with a grim expression.

• Bedrest for the rest of the day. He’ll handle any and all meals, any chores he would’ve reluctantly done before are now done. Any work you would have had to do are now finished quickly and efficiently (Or, as efficiently Karl can do it.) You appreciate it, but think maybe he’s going a bit too far

• Karl is doing an entire sweep of the factory, nothing is left on the floors, the stairs are repaired, all living areas are scrubbed down, and he’s thinking about tightening security to the basement just in case. While you think this is cute, the usual smell of oil and rust has now been replaced with the smell of white vinegar.

• As far as actual care and coddling will go he is touch-starved and you can pry that from my cold, dead hands. While he would like to stay beside you and “treat” you, he won’t. Though if you ask him for help with switching the ungodly amounts of gauze and ointment, he might close in on you a bit.

• As for why he’s overreacting, he blames himself entirely. You, the one he loves most got hurt and he wasn’t able to prevent it. We know he isn’t in the best spot mentally, so any discomfort you might feel (that isn’t teasingly caused by him) activates all of these negative thoughts. Once you find out this is the case you tell him to take it easy.

• He knows you’re not going to die, or come out of this seriously injured, but the man feels like his whole world just came crashing down please give this man some reassurance.

• He loves you, and just because you got a minor scrape doesn’t mean you hate him, or blame him for not preventing it. He needs to hear that, and might be cheeky and ask for some convincing.

• From then on the worry is (slightly) taken off his shoulders and he overreacts in a not “you’re-sending-me-into-cardiac-arrest” way, which is better for the both of you.

• The lycans are now your new bodyguard-pets.

• You’ve turned this old man soft.

Hi I just realized after writing this that I didn’t add too much of the amused reader aspect, I’m sorry about that. I hope you enjoyed nonetheless :)

[sunfish-studies]

Let The Games Begin!

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

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Preliminaries for Interhigh in Miyagi commenced today and Karasuno vowed to blast through and win them all.

“I’m sorry that you have to cheer from above, Hitoka-chan, [Name]-chan,” Shimizu apologized in advance because while she could watch the game on the bench, the two of you could only watch them quite far away. It couldn’t be helped, only one manager was allowed to be on the bench during the game.

“It’s alright, Kiyoko-senpai,” you replied with determination. “In fact, leave the cheering to us! Right, Hitoka-chan?”

“That’s right!” Yachi nodded in agreement.

“Then, we’re counting on you two.” Shimizu smiled at both of your eagerness. While Shimizu called you by your given name, you decided to ask her if it’s okay to call her also by her given name–she instantly agreed, seemed extremely happy even. Since then, you started calling her by her given name still with a suffix.

“H-Hinata, are you okay?” Yachi asked in worry because the said orange-haired boy was holding his stomach and trembling.

“Do you still feel sick?” you also questioned, immediately kneeling and rummaging through your back for medicine. Which made you aware of another trembling figure sitting on the ground. “Y-Yamaguchi-kun, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Hinata replied. “I threw up on the way here, so I feel better.”

“Of course you’d feel sick after eating all those katsudon for breakfast.” Tsukishima snickered.

“It’s normal to eat katsudon on game days!” Hinata defended himself.

“And by ‘normal’, you mean…” Tsukishima deadpanned.

“You dumbass! Hinata, you stupid dumbass!” as if adding more salt to the wound, Kageyama was there to yell at him–making you almost burst out laughing from the limited insult he had in his vocabulary.

“I-I feel like I’m going to puke too, after remembering Hinata puking…” Yamaguchi pressed a hand upon his mouth, speaking in a very low voice which you almost missed. Both you and Tsukishima immediately snapped your head to face him.

“Huh?” Tsukishima replied in disbelief. “Go to bathroom, already!”

“H-Here’s a plastic bag you could use!” you yelped thrusting the item into his palm. “There’s also a medicine if you want! Don’t hold it, Yamaguchi-kun!”

“I thought you were busy concentrating but you were actually trying not to puke!?” you could hear Sugawara exclaimed and now you could confirm that Azumane was somehow in a similar state as Yamaguchi.

“Do you need medicine, senpai?” you’re instantly kneeling on his side with yet another plastic bag (just for caution), a bottle of warm water, and a small package of medicine. “I also have warm water you could drink!”

“T-thanks, [Name]-chan,” Azumane whispered. “You’re a life-saver.”

Even before the game, your team was in shambles.

.

.

Your first game would be against Ohgi Minami High School–you made sure to keep in track of the games and read the whole pamphlet to know about the teams who could be your opponents in the future. The warm-ups were smooth until it was time for the game–the first official game of Karasuno.

“The spring tournament… Karasuno’s battle is about to start…!” You could hear Yachi muttered from right beside you–upon the wall, hung the pure black banner for the team. Just like her, the nerves were getting into you the moment all of them assembled to hear a little bit of advice from Coach Ukai and encouraging speech from Takeda-sensei.

“Oh, so you watch the game too, Ukai-sensei?” the older man beside you questioned, both of you looked to the side and you instantly recognized older man who helped Hinata nailing his control.

“Yeah.”

“Good morning,” you greeted, bowing down which Yachi hastily copied.

“Oh, so you’re the manager,” Coach Ukai also recognized you and didn’t think twice to reply. Although he looked extremely strict (and he does on the court that is), but he’s not an entirely stiff person. And from his history, you put an absolute respect for him.

“Ukai? Grandson?” Yachi tilted her head in confusion.

“He’s the former Coach Ukai,” you explained. “He’s the famous coach who brought Karasuno to nationals and also the current Coach Ukai’s grandfather. The Little Giant was in his team.”

“Hee!?” Yachi yelped.

“[Name]-nee-chan!”

“Yuu-chan! You’re here to watch, too?” Ogasawara Yuu was the little kid who’s watching Hinata and Kageyama practice the day before and before you knew it, the two of you became friends. He didn’t hesitate to ask you questions and you found yourself enjoyed in indulging his curiosity.

“Yeah! Nee-chan, you’re from Karasuno, too, right? What are you doing up here?”

“T-There’s only one manager allowed on the bench. You didn’t know that?” Yachi argued.

“That’s why I’m here too,” you added, pointing to yourself.

“Ooh.”

The game itself was a sight to see–everyone’s moves were full with confidence, they had a full control of their decisions and movements. For example, your captain was waiting for the opponent to do the feint and managed to received it cleanly.

“S-so fast! It’s like he was waiting for it!” Yachi commented.

“It’s because they have been practicing with powerhouse schools with different kinds of power in serves and spikes. The diversity of their opponents from the training and their defenses and high level of it, the team is already used to it.” You pointed out, which made your friend gasped in awe.

As the game continued, you were immersed with the thrill of it. Kageyama successfully pulled off another service ace. Yachi was bouncing giddily from it.

“Nice serve, Kageyama-kun!” you called out. He turned to glance at you and gave you a fist.

“Another service ace!” Yachi cheered.

“Now we’re on set point,” You added, looking at the score board.  

The match was going on smoothly for Karasuno, sure there was a little bump but that’s because you felt Ohgi Minami didn’t really give it their all after knowing they would lose–sometimes, people who witnessed someone who’s more skilled than them felt a tug of helplessness. However, not doing your best isn’t acceptable.

Thankfully, they seemed to change and blasted through after their former captain pulled up a speech. Even though they still loss, you knew it would make them even stronger. The frustration would linger and push them into working hard to win.

That’s that and now, you didn’t even have a chance to bask in your victory because another threat was looming.

You peeked over Kageyama’s shoulder, your own shoulder trembled slightly–you didn’t even need to look to know how Hinata and Yachi were both terrified out of their wits from the sight. While waiting for the results, your team watched the on-going match and at the same time witnessing something downright terrifying.

Kakugawa’s #9 basically pushed the ball over the block with ease and it almost send you into an early cardiac arrest. Hinata and Yachi squeaked in fright.

“That’s creepy!” Tanaka commented, words muffled from how he munched on a banana.

“It’s a weapon…” Azumane muttered in disbelief. “His height is a weapon…”

“I think I’m the one who needs the medicine now,” you whispered, feeling your heart threatened to jump out from your throat.

“It’s just height,” Kageyama said, peeling on a banana.

“It’s almost astronomical on how you’re still calm after watching that,” you sighed.

“I guess we know who we’re playing next,” He then continued, chewing on his food. After the match was over, the team had slight break and decided to study the charts. Your next opponent would be Kakugawa High School, who has an absurdly tall member who messes with your depth of perception.

Yachi squeaked in fright when the said tall member walked pass by–clearly towering over everyone with his two meters height.

“T-two meters is super huge,” Hinata stuttered, shoulders trembling.

“201 centimeters and 162 centimeters, huh…” Yamaguchi muttered, looking at the orange-haired boy.

“I’m 163 if you round it up-!” Hinata argued.

“201 centimeters and 162 centimeters, there’s a 40 centimeters difference.” Tsukishima cut him off.

“Listen!”

“F-forty centimeters is the same size as Ketty-chan,” Yachi tried to cheer him up. “It’s not that big.”

“Is that an attempt to cheer him up?” Tsukishima commented.

“It sure is.” You confirmed, smiling nervously.

“Tekachu is also 40 centimeters,” Yamaguchi added.

“So is a Fujikujira,” Tsukishima followed, which made all of you confused.

“F-Fujikujira?” you questioned. “What’s that?”

“It’s a kind of shark.”

“You’re smart, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi praised.

Hinata sluggishly walked–face pale and filled with resignation. “I…want to combine with that shark… If I combined with a Fujikujira, I’d be two meters tall…”

“Hey, what are you talking about?” Kageyama was thoroughly confused with his antics. He rose an eyebrow. “Are you really scared?”

It made Yachi worried but Shimizu was quick to reassure her that it would be fine, half of it was directed to you too. You tried your best not to worry–he sure has height, but Karasuno had strategies. Everything should be alright.

[ptergwen]

hi val can you maybe write something about the reader being dared to kiss peter/tom/arvin (you choose) since her friends knew that she has a big crush on him, but once she did he seems disinterested after which makes her sad, but what she doesn't know was after she kissed him, he practically runs to his friends freaking out that the girl he's had his eyes on this whole time just kissed him??

kiss and tell

w/c: 1.8k

warnings: like one swear and awkwardness

a/n: yeeee i went with peter! this is adorable :,)

“i can’t!” you scold betty and her annoying smirk. you’re bored at lunch, so liz suggested the three of you play truth or dare. you’d made the mistake of choosing dare. in your defense, betty is the nosiest person in all of midtown, so you thought you were dodging the bullet and guarding your deep dark secrets. how could you have known she’d make you do... this?

“that’s so, like, forward. he’s gonna freak out.” you glance over at peter’s table to see what he’s up to before you possibly scar him. he’s laughing along at a heated conversation ned and mj are having. the way his face lights up, and his eyes crinkle as a smile crosses his features, it gives you butterflies throughout your whole body.

“in a good way,” liz grins her most charming grin at you. it’s not working this time. you roll your eyes up to the ceiling. “i thought you liked him,” betty huffs, gesturing over to peter and keeping her eyes on you. “all you do is talk about how he’s so cute and smart, and his lips look so soft-“ “i never said that!” you look at her with wild eyes. liz bites her lip to hold in a laugh. “the last part, i mean,” you clarify in a murmur.

liz puts a hand on you and pats your shoulder knowingly. “you’ve probably thought it, though. i’ve seen you checking them out.” there have been quite a few times your gaze has landed on peter’s lips, watching them curve while he talks to you about some new science theory he’s excited to share. you end up zoning out and pretending you retained any of what he said. betty puckers her own lips at you.

“you wanna kiss him,” she insists in a sing song voice, resting her chin on your other shoulder. “i’m doing you a favor.” “you’re really not gonna change the dare?” you sigh, your friends leaning on you in support. liz taps your cheek. “so, you don’t wanna kiss him?” “there’s no way,” betty comments from your side. “no, i...” you start, focusing in on peter again.

he meets your eyes across the cafeteria. his smile fades slightly, then a shy one is replacing it, ned dragging him into his and mj’s debate. you turn back to liz and betty.

“i do, but do you think he wants me to?” you ask them both, and they share a you have to be kidding look. “only one way to find out.” liz gives your shoulder a nudge. betty beams at you. “i triple dog dare you now, so you have to.” considering your options, you bounce your leg up and down. you’ll either get the nicest rejection ever from peter or a kiss back. you can handle this.

“ok, i’ll do it,” you decide, betty clapping her hands and squealing. liz throws an arm around your neck. “yay! i love love.” “let’s calm down,” you giggle so she doesn’t get too carried away. you and peter haven’t even established that you like each other. “i’m calm, i’m calm. do you need to borrow chapstick?” she offers, betty simultaneously pulling a tube out of her purse. “or lip gloss?”

you’re appreciating their over involvement now.

“both,” you breathe out, letting them get you ready for your big kiss.

liz and betty send you good luck wishes in a hushed tone while you make your way to peter’s table. mj went to get a snapple, and ned went with her so they could continue whatever argument they’re in. that left peter by himself. it’s almost like this is meant to happen.

“hi,” you greet peter, making him look up at you with raised eyebrows. he notices right away that your lips are shiny, more so than usual. a color that you always seem to bring to his face takes over his cheeks. “hey. you wanna sit?” he gives you a small smile. you return it. “yeah, sure. thanks.” instead of taking the bench across from him like he assumed you would, you find your place next to him.

he doesn’t mind.

“how’s your day been?” you wonder, body turned towards him while he answers. peter scrunches his nose. “kinda busy. i got so much homework in spanish tonight, and i’ve been putting off this essay about...” you do the thing you do every time he goes off on a sort of tangent, watch his lips. lucky for you, that’s the whole point today. “i don’t know. all i have so far is the intro-“

you cut peter off with a kiss. liz and betty cheer to each other the second it happens. peter doesn’t move, only freezes up as you press your glossy lips to his and grab his shoulders. it takes a few seconds for you to realize he’s not kissing back. his arms are stiff at his sides, eyes wide in shock. absolutely humiliated, you pull back, moving as far away as you can.

“fuck, i’m sorry. i should’ve asked you first,” you apologize, voice shaking. you’re already getting to your feet. peter blinks a few times, grounding himself back in the moment. “no, no. it’s okay. i-“ “that was weird, i know. you don’t have to lie or make me feel better.” he furrows his eyebrows, in a way that seems regretful even though you’re the one who messed up. “i’m trying to tell you, y/n. it’s fine. we-“

ned’s voice fills the room, making you snap your head in his direction. him and mj are coming back. you need to get out of here before you embarrass yourself even more.

“i’m gonna go. i’m sorry,” you mumble out, running back to your table, where liz and betty are instantly asking what’s wrong and if you’re alright. peter licks his lips that are now coated in your gloss and clenches his jaw. he’s pissed. not at you, at himself. it’s clear because mj brings attention to it when she sits down.

“what’s up with your face?” she narrows her eyes at him, popping the cap on her snapple. ned elbows peter in his spot next to him. you were just there less than a minute ago. “you okay, dude?” he checks. “no.” peter closes his eyes in frustration. “what’s wrong?” ned kicks mj’s foot under the table so she’ll stop making out with her drink and help him.

“i... y/n kissed me,” peter admits, sounding oddly upset about something everyone knows he’s been hoping would happen. “she what?” ned gawks. “isn’t that a good thing?” mj points out. “you love her.” “like her,” peter corrects and chews the inside of his cheek. “whatever. shouldn’t you want her to kiss you?” she takes another sip of snapple, passing this off to ned.

“yeah...” is all ned says. he awkwardly rubs peter’s back while mj tries not to snort. “that’s not the problem. i didn’t kiss her back, and she took it as me not being into it,” peter shakes his head as he recounts your weird moment. “which i was,” he tells them for the record. ned makes a funny face at him. “so why didn’t you kiss back?” “no shit she ran away,” mj mutters to him. she saw that part.

“because i wasn’t expecting it!” peter frowns at his friends’ reactions and at what he did. “you guys know how much i like y/n. i can’t believe i screwed this up so bad.” mj squints in mock confusion. “i can.” she quickly drops her sarcasm for encouragement after that. “ok, seriously. just go find her and apologize.” “maybe kiss her this time,” ned chimes in.

“if she really likes you, she’ll get it.” mj smiles genuinely, nodding back at your table. ned gives him a push forward. “you got this, dude. come tell us all about it after.” a rush of confidence enters peter from their advice. he’ll fix this. “thanks, guys. here i go.” he shoots up from the table, ned and mj getting back into their debate once he’s out of sight.

betty is hugging you way too tightly when peter gets over there. she goes on about how much peter sucks, overcompensating because she’s the reason you kissed him. you only hum in response. you don’t have the heart to tell her you blame yourself. only liz notices peter come over, so she talks on your behalf. “oh, hey,” she says drily. “hey. can i talk to y/n?” peter gets out, twiddling with his thumbs nervously.

she has to decide if she’d rather go into protective friend mode or let him. from your unenthusiastic responses to betty’s hate rant, she figures you’d like to hear him out.

“come on, betty,” liz takes her arm suddenly, betty trying to pull it back. “what? why?” “i’m gonna buy you ice cream. let’s go.” that’s her cover. peter shoots her a look that says thank you, liz pressing her lips into a line and dragging betty along. betty sees peter standing in front of your table and glares at him, liz walking faster. you don’t get the chance to ask them where they’re going because they leave so fast.

the bench dips down on one side of you, making someone’s prescense known. you’re surprised to find it’s peter. you talk first.

“if you’re gonna apologize, don’t. it was my fault-“ “you never let me finish earlier,” peter interrupts, the hint of a smile on his face. his clammy hand links with one of yours. “what were you gonna say?” you ask quietly, peter threading your fingers together. your heart is racing at the simple touch. “that i like you,” he replies at the same low volume. “and, that i wanted to try again.”

he’s sitting a lot closer to you than you realized. you welcome it, your hands in between you two on the bench. “i like you too... try what again?” you question, although you hope and pray it’s what you think. “kissing,” peter says what you were hoping and praying for. “wasn’t ready the first time.” you’re about to go into cardiac arrest as he rests his forehead on yours, curls brushing your face. a few broken up breaths escape him.

“can i?” he nearly whispers, warm hand still gripping at yours. “yeah,” you agree before your eyes flutter shut. he wastes no time, parting his lips and brushing them against yours gently, you reciprocating. he kisses as sweetly as he is, his free hand on your cheek and fingers careessing your skin. your other hand ends up on the back of his neck. you grin against him, lips detaching momentarily so you can engage him in another kiss.

peter doesn’t hesitate to kiss back this time, nose nudging yours as he moves in more. you tug on some hair at the nape of his neck and laugh into the kiss, reminding him you’re in school. he pulls back with a chuckle, but keeps his forehead on yours and your hands in each other.

“sorry. got too excited,” he laughs out, you leaning into his open palm. “i told you don’t apologize.”

liz and betty joined ned and mj at some point. the four of them are whistling at you and yelling out suggestive jokes. they’re too much. but, to be fair, you owe this all to them.

[lizzie-is-here]

acta, non verba

captain america: the winter soldier: part i

summary: when will you stop losing people?

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: death, cussing, mcu-typical violence, talk of dating, talk of ballistics, steve being sad

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Who knew that Steve Rogers was so helpless? Then again, he did go into the ice in his 20s. A part of you pitied him, thrown into another war, and expected to lead people who were technically older than him.

Anywho, he didn’t know how to file taxes.

He had bought an apartment a while back (with your help) and knew close to nothing about managing finances. So, many of your afternoons were spent with him, discussing bank accounts and other things you had to catch him up on.

Over this time, he’d become much more tolerable, and you had discovered that he wasn’t as straight-laced as he appeared. For example, he’d broken a guy’s nose for harassing a girl on the street one day, right before you shoved the bastard up against a wall and threatened him.

A few months later, Rogers was pretty much self-sufficient. Every now and then he would call in a panic, exclaiming about his phone or microwave, but other than that, he’d adjusted relatively well to the 21st century.

As you recounted all of this to Nat, she followed along, inserting comments occasionally. The two of you hadn’t been able to meet up in person since before Christmas, so you were excited to catch up.

“So you think that he’s running?” she asked, turning towards Central Park. You nodded and rolled the window down, hopping up and sitting up out of the car.

Nat glanced at you before letting out an exasperated huff. “What are you doing? Get in the car.”

“I’m looking for Rogers,” you yelled from your spot. You were holding onto the roof as you leaned back. You spotted him standing by another man, who was breathing heavily and resting against a tree.

“Look, he found a friend,” she said. Sliding back into the passenger’s seat, you raised an eyebrow.

“A friend? He probably ran him half to death.”

She gave an agreeing head-tilt and pulled up next to them, revving the car’s engine to catch their attention.

“Hey fellas,” she called, “either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I’m here to pick a fossil.” As Steve approached the car, you squeezed into the middle of the two seats, sitting uncomfortably on the glove compartment.

“That’s hilarious,” Rogers sighed, scooting into your previous seat. You really should’ve driven a car that had more space. The man he’d been talking to crouched down to make eye contact with Nat.

“How you doing?” He was almost flirtatious, treading lightly and waiting for a reaction. You couldn’t blame him, Nat was gorgeous.

She responded with an equally charged “Hey” before smirking. You’d seen her game dozens of times, most often in clubs. The poor guys usually were left dizzyingly smitten, astonished that an Avenger was flirting with them.

Steve turned back to the man and shrugged, “Can’t run everywhere.”

The very sweaty guy chuckled and knelt on the sidewalk. “No, you can’t.” Kind of menacing? Yeah. Nat gave him one last smile before speeding off, weaving amongst cars.

The drive was silent for a bit before you began speaking, the top of your head grazing against the roof of the car.

“Steve, we really need to have a talk about you harassing civilians.” The man in question seemed almost offended and bit back. “I’m not harassing him, I was having fun.”

“Having fun running laps around him?” Nat asked, nearly flattening a road sign as she drifted around a turn. You grabbed the headrests to stop yourself from flying backward and readjusted yourself.

“Careful, Steve, she might wanna get a bite out of that one before you send him into cardiac arrest,” you quipped. You got a light smack on either arm from both passengers, and laughed as you arrived at the Triskelion.

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Once you were suited up and on a plane, everything kicked into overdrive. You were dealing with some sort of hostage situation? Something about pirates, you really weren’t listening. Fury had called in a favor, and favors don’t include reading debriefings or writing mission reports.

This time, you were paired with STRIKE, one of SHIELD’s specialty teams. Brock Rumlow was the leader, and although he was good at his job, he was still unsettling. Maybe it was the name. Who names their kid “Brock”?

When you still worked with SHIELD, most of your missions were solo assassinations or targeted attacks. Apparently they were your specialty, even if you didn’t remember the details of most of them.

This was far out of your resume. It was an extraction mission, which meant that you actually had to have a plan. That’s where Captain America came in.

He ran through some of the more important information and provided a general plan. Once he was finished, you checked your weapons for the final time and pulled on a parachute.

Nat and Steve made one final check on comms before Nat decided to pester him with her matchmaking. It’d been her thing for a while, and you’d been set up on many a blind date by her doing. It had become her mission to get you a long-term relationship, but it had so far been unsuccessful, much to her chagrin.

“You do anything fun Saturday night?” A few STRIKE agents glanced over at the casual topic.

“Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so, no, not really,” he said, putting in an earpiece. Nat wasn’t going to drop the topic that easily, though, and let him open up the hangar before furthering her personal mission.

“You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes.” Steve shoved on his helmet and adjusted the strap.

“That’s why I don’t ask,” he yelled over the wind.

“Too shy or too scared?” you asked, passing Nat a gun. He started walking off the hanger and turned back for a moment.

“Too busy!” he shouted, right before he jumped from the plane. Without a parachute. Hundreds of feet above the Indian Ocean.

You threw up your arms in frustration. As quickly as you could, you clipped your chute and dove after him, muttering about how you would need a backpack leash for both him and Stark. The wind whipped around you and as your chute deployed, you grabbed your gun.

You knew that Steve would be fine. He was a super soldier, for fuck’s sake, but you weren’t going to leave him to take on 25 pirates on his own.

By the time all of the agents had landed, he’d made his way through a significant amount of guards. Nat immediately took the opportune moment to continue the earlier conversation.

“What about that nurse that lives across the hall from you? She seems kind of nice.” Steve was very tired of it by this point and groaned. A few nearby agents laughed at his expense.

“Why don’t you try to set (Y/N) up with someone?” he asked.

“You think I haven’t tried? She’s so picky, she nearly fought the last guy I set her up with,” she exclaimed. Really? Slandering you right in front of you? Low blow, Romanoff.

“I’m not picky,” you started, “I just have… a specific type.” Both of your friends looked at you, encouraging you to continue. “What’s your type?” Nat asked, shoving you. “I’ll set you up with someone.”

You shrugged, “Kind of brooding, tall, likes cats. It wouldn’t hurt if he or she could throw me across a room either.”

“You’re concerning,” Steve said.

“And that’s not even specific!” She was incredulous. “How have none of the people I’ve set you up with fit that bill?”

“None of them fit the vibe!” you groaned. Nat scoffed, muttered in Russian under her breath, and jumped over a railing to secure the engine room.

You led some STRIKE agents around the ship, eventually slipping off on your own to locate Batroc, the head pirate. Once you’d found him, you shot a device onto the window to listen in on his conversation. He was getting impatient.

You found Rumlow and another man outside of the door where the hostages were. As they silently knocked out another pirate, Rumlow grabbed him before he hit the ground and alerted any guards of the infiltration.

The way he was holding the collar of his vest reminded you of a dramatic rom-com, so you decided to poke fun at the agent.

“Go on, give him a lil smooch,” you whispered, holding back laughs. He ignored you and continued securing the room, so you snuck off to find Nat.

When you finally saw her, she was in a control room hacking a computer. You weren’t surprised, Fury had likely given her a second objective.

“None of these agents have a sense of humor, Natty,” you sighed, leaning against the door frame. She let out a puff of air in a chuckle, and plugged a USB into the cartridge.

“Hey, can you get the engine room for me? Rogers’ll be pissed if no one takes care of it.” You nodded and left her alone, making your way through the maze of hallways and rooms. Once in the engine room, you started taking out pirates.

They weren’t much trouble, and a metal pipe you picked up assisted you in bashing their heads in. One of them threw a punch at your gut, but you slipped to the side and knifed him. Even if you hated it, this was what you were good at. It wasn't too bad, at least it was good stress relief.

As Cap began calling for Nat, you put your hand to your comm to respond.

“Cap, I’ve got the engine room. It’s secure,” you huffed, out of breath. He grumbled before going dark and you sat down on the floor. Now it was a waiting game. Until STRIKE got the hostages to a lifeboat, you were stuck in this dumb room, knocking out guards every time they came to.

Once Rumlow confirmed that the hostages were safe, you rushed from the room, snatching a knife off of one of the pirates. What can you say? You were a sucker for spear points, and the one he had wasn’t in your collection.

Meeting up with Nat, you accelerated your steps when you saw her clutching her side.

“What happened? Are you okay? Do you need me to get someone?” She only laughed and shook her head. You began dusting soot from her hair and face, fussing over her. Even if she was older than you, you tended to act like an older sister sometimes.

“I was right, Rogers is mad,” she muttered, looking around. She respected him, even if she teased him all the time. It was now your turn to shake your head, promising that you’d talk to him.

You helped her onto the jet and turned to find Steve. His brow was furrowed, deepening the permanent crease between his eyebrows.

“You’ll get wrinkles doing that.”

He hung his head, watching as STRIKE cleared the ship. “Did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Know that Natasha had a separate mission. She endangered the mission. Someone could’ve gotten hurt.” His tone was damning, clearly frustrated.

“I didn’t, but I’m not surprised,” you said, choosing your words carefully. “Fury likes to give people extra missions sometimes. He says it’s ‘efficient’.”

Whatever words Steve wanted to spew about Nick, he held them back, biting his tongue.

“What do you think about it?” he asked, forcibly lightening his tone.

“I don’t know. It’s Fury. I don’t have much experience with group missions, so…” you trailed off, and he finally made eye contact.

“You always say things like that. About how you don’t know much about your past missions. What does that mean?” Uh oh, he was trying to unlock your “tragic” backstory. As much as you wanted to tell him, the government secrets weren’t yours for the leaking.

“Classified, very classified. Even for you, Rogers,” you said, cutting him off before he could use his rank as an excuse to pry more.

“I’ll just have Romanoff hack into the files!” he shouted as you boarded the jet. The hangar closed, and you let out a loud laugh.

“Good luck. They’re on paper. None of them were ever put on an electronic file.”

You knew that he would probably do some digging, but his anger at Fury would spare you his questions for a while. As you slumped down into a seat, you leaned your head back, hitting the wall.

Whatever these pirates were doing wasn’t good for SHIELD, and you knew something was up. Why would an officer like Jasper Sitwell be on a ship with a bunch of low-level agents? There was something else happening here.

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You were back at the Triskelion, SHIELD’s headquarters, and back in your normal clothes. As you waited on your motorcycle, Steve came out of the doors. He’d chewed out Fury, and was glowering now.

You pushed off the wall and drove next to him as he grabbed his own motorcycle. Today was another day that you spent with him, and you knew exactly where to go to calm him down.

“You know, after Nat brought up the Smithsonian the other day I’ve been wanting to stop by. We could see your exhibit,” you suggested. He shrugged, before agreeing.

“Race you,” he said right before speeding off. Despite his head start, Stark had modified your bike, and you caught up to him easily. The drive wasn’t far, so your race was quickly over after you pulled some nasty cheating and swerved through cars.

He pulled on a hat while you put on sunglasses; if either of you were recognized it’d be a pain in your ass. You pulled him toward the Avengers exhibit, which was mainly dedicated to him.

You read through each display, watching him to see what he strayed towards. He spent a lot of time hovering around a piece detailing the life of James Barnes, a sergeant and his best friend.

The man the display described had died falling from a train on a mission with the Howling Commandos. The body had never been recovered. You put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, patting it.

“He seems nice,” you whispered, not quite sure what to say. You were relieved when he smiled, as if he was remembering everything he’d gone through with Barnes.

“He was. He got all the girls. Took ‘em dancing.” The old slang and accent snuck in, as natural as if he hadn’t been misplaced by 70 years.

“He took care of me. Tried to encourage me to get a date. But no girl wants to dance with a guy they might step on,” he sighed. You frowned at that, shoving him lightly with your hip.

“I’m sure someone did.” Realizing your mistake, you immediately steered the conversation away from the ex-director. “Plus, girls are all over you now.”

He took a deep breath. “It feels like they don’t want me for me, though. They see Captain America, not Steve Rogers.”

You nodded, digging your heel into the carpeted floor. The display changed to a video of Steve and Barnes. It was silent, but their laughs could practically be heard anyway.

“Bucky never saw me differently,” he whispered softly. A smile made its way onto your face. You’d always seen the nickname in articles or essays, but never heard it said. It was oddly endearing, the way Steve said it.

He eventually split off to watch a video of Peggy, and you stayed in the exhibit. You didn’t have a section, but that was okay. You were happy seeing your friends’ faces shown and stories being told for the world.

Tony’s had a replica arc reactor, accompanied by the story of his escape from the cave. Many magazines with his face plastered on them were displayed, some praising him and others condemning him.

Steve’s was largely based on his rise as the Captain. One screen showed the size difference between pre-serum and post-serum, and many children were comparing their heights. They seemed the most excited about him, unsurprisingly.

Nat’s section was limited and short. It praised her skills and dance background, but only had a few pictures. The lone glass case contained a gun she used in the Battle of New York.

Clint’s was slightly bigger than hers, containing a few archery medals he’d won and a few pictures. A replica of his bow was hung on the wall.

Bruce’s was bright, flashy, and the exact opposite of what he would want. There was footage of the Hulk next to an extensive list of his PhDs.

By the time you’d made your way through the exhibit, Steve was leaving the theater. He seemed sadder than before, so you dragged him to the food court.

You grabbed some food and cleared a table, avoiding the curious stares of a little boy that was telling his dads that he was “sure that’s Captain America! He just has a hat on!”.

Steve’s enhanced metabolism had him scarfing down the food before you’d even finished one portion, but you split some with him as you sat quietly. Eventually he started talking again.

“Sometimes, I think about what choices I made. If I could change what happened by changing my decisions, you know. Maybe I could’ve caught Bucky, or-“

“Steve,” you cut him short, “I do the same thing, but it’s not healthy. Especially in your case. Dwelling only makes it worse.” He looked disbelieving, but his gaze softened at your stern words.

“Fine, but-“ he paused, raising one finger, “if I stop, you stop,” he said, poking your arm. You nodded, knowing that you couldn’t.

“I’ll do my best.”

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Your best wasn’t enough. You’d fooled yourself thinking it was.

Your head spiraled as you watched the surgeons operate on Nick. He’d been in Steve’s apartment, injured, and had taken two gunshots to the chest.

You had almost left the call unanswered, but as you stood in the hospital, you wished you had.

Steve came running towards you and Nat. He’d been questioned before being allowed to watch the operation.

He went to pat your back, but you pulled him into a hug instead.

“Sorry, I already broke your promise,” you mumbled. You could feel him nod, probably staring at Nat in shock. You were never a hugger, at least not to him.

Maria Hill followed shortly after, teary-eyed as you’d ever seen her.

“Ballistics?” Nat’s voice was raspy and tight.

“Three slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable.” That sounded… familiar.

“Soviet-made,” you and Nat whispered. The both of you glanced at each other. You knew who attacked Fury, but no one would believe you.

The Winter Soldier was a ghost story, sighted maybe once or twice in the past 50 years of his career. Nat had a run-in with him on a mission once, and he’d shot her in the side.

As for you, he was the reason you kept a gun under your pillow at night.

As you watched Nick’s heart rate flatline, you felt a sinking in your chest. A part of you knew that he wouldn’t make it, but the loss still took you off guard. Even if you had disagreed with him on multiple occasions, you never wished for this to happen.

The doctors couldn’t revive him.

He was gone.

a/n: finally i get to write my favorite! something about catws scratches my brain right, i rewatch it all the time. anyway hopefully this does better! <3