#sometimes we just shoot the shit for hours into the night i don't even mind sharing a bed with them in crappy hotels. they're so awesome :)'

[cartoonybus]

im obsessed with the idea that danny was in love with bobbi and sherman for decades but was so deep in the closet it didn't hit him until after the band reformed

[teamatsumu]

haikyuu boys as types of boyfriends.

sfw and nsfw headcanons

warnings: smut, explicit content

part 1

KOZUME KENMA - Gamer bf

This one is pretty obvious, I think.

Kenma stays awake most nights so he's super cranky in the early morning.

He's blunt and straightforward with his words. He doesn't like sugar coating anything. As your relationship progresses though, he does realize that sometimes a little white lie is probably the best option (he would rather shoot himself than ever again say that a dress makes you look fat)

When Kenma gets tired, he gets very candid.

I'm talking love declarations.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"

He mumbles a whole lot of nonsense in between such sweet sentiments though.

He is a very attentive bf. He picks up on little details very easily. And as laid back as he is, he has a special soft spot just for you.

This particular quality makes him great in bed.

Because Kenma is so good at reading cues, he knows exactly what buttons to push to bring you to the edge. And he makes it look effortless.

One major kink he has is having you blow him during a stream.

You will settle down under his desk between his legs before he starts, and he will have you down there for hours, licking and sucking until you've gone drowsy.

And when stream is over, he will finally pull you off, watching you breath deep, covered in sweat and cheeks flushed, precum and saliva dripping off your chin and down your neck.

You're a mess, and he loves it.

Best believe your reward will be mind blowing afterwards.

SAWAMURA DAICHI - Sweet Daddy Bf

"How was your day sweetheart?"

He's very gentle with you.

Has a killer smile.

He cooks for you when he can. He stops what he's doing if you want to talk to him about something.

Just being a perfect gentleman.

He is great at pushing you and encouraging you. He always wants you to try new things and make new experiences. He always has your best interests at heart.

He's very protective. And he does have a jealous streak.

He can tell when a guy is talking to you what his intentions are, and he doesn't like it when the guy's stare lingers too long. He knows how desirable you are, and he wants to keep that to himself.

And when it comes to the bedroom, hoo boy.

Massive, massive control kink. He's extremely dominant. He wants you to submit and he sure as hell will get it.

He loves titles. Sir, Daddy, whatever. He loves pushing you to the limit, encouraging you the whole way there.

"You can do it baby girl, I know you can give me one more."

Manhandles you like crazy. Definitely wants to leave marks.

The morning after? He is the sweetest, most attentive and gentle boyfriend again, as if he didn't wreck your shit the night before.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI - Tsundere bf

One thing we all know about Kiyoomi, he can get really mean.

And that doesn't exclude you.

As his gf though, you've gotten used to his jabs and know he doesn't really mean them. And if he does, he doesn't intend to hurt you with them.

And one thing is for certain, these little jabs are reserved for him only.

Because the second someone else teases you, he is not having it.

He knows he is intimidating, and he will use that to make anyone shut up.

He hates PDA. He doesn't want to do it and he doesn't like anyone else doing it.

Ask him to say 'I love you' and he will make the most constipated face known to mankind.

His love language is definitely acts of service. He will go above and beyond if it means it might make your day even slightly easier. Even if he will tell you how incompetent you are while he does it for you.

You think it's pretty cute actually.

In the bedroom though, all bets are off.

He loves degrading you, loves telling you how pathetic you look when you beg for his cock.

"You want it so bad, don't you? You little slut. You can't get enough."

He doesn't let up for one second. Sex with Sakusa is very intense.

The one time he doesn't hold back on the affection is during aftercare. He becomes gentle and giving, and will make sure that by the end you are so comfortable, that sleep comes natural.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI - Soft Dom bf

He's the perfect gentleman.

Always dressed immaculately, nicely done short fluffy hair, million dollar smile.

He plans great dates. He loves spoiling you every single time no matter how much you protest.

He loves music and making you cute playlists.

He gives great advice when you need it. He is more of a 'do it yourself' person, because he thinks it will help you grow. But he is there to encourage you every step of the way.

It's absolutely no surprise that he's a soft dom in bed.

He loves praising you. Loves telling you what a good job you're doing when you go down on him. Runs his hand through your hair and coos at you when you look up at him with teary eyes and his cock stuffed in your mouth.

He wants you to be good and listen to him, but secretly loves it when you're being a brat, because then he can put you in your place.

"Say please"

He's bigger on reward than the actual punishment, which includes so many orgasms and so much overstimulation that the reward starts to feel like the actual punishment.

(That's the whole point though, in his eyes)

SUNA RINTAROU - Skater Boy bf

I didn't know what else to name this lol

Very laid back. Looks like he doesn't give a shit.

He definitely gives a shit though.

He's very sarcastic and very witty. He will send you the most random, out of pocket text at 2 in the morning as if it's completely normal.

"Okay I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." Proceeds to send twenty Instagram reels bec he can't go to sleep without scrolling through his phone.

He def smokes weed.

He wants a lazy makeout session all the time. He loves making you sit on his lap, slowly going through every crevice of your mouth with his tongue while he gropes at your body.

Two things he loves in bed: eating you out and having you ride him.

He could stay between your legs for hours, just licking and sucking until your pussy is swollen and red, until you're shaking and crying and begging to cum.

This little shit loves edging. Loves to hear you begging. Loves it when you cry.

"Look at you. Big fat tears coming out your eyes. Oh you want this so bad, don't you?"

Loves the view when you ride him. Crosses his arms behind his head and watches with that steely narrow gaze as you unravel on top of him and use his dick to make yourself cum.

Let me know what you think!

[reds-writings]

i love your blog more than i’ve loved anything on earth before.. can you maybe write something about 1995 rust and reader working a late night together and taking an awkward and romantically charged truck ride to the bar together?? oh im a fool for some good old yearning. hope you’re doing well i love what ya do

ahhh! thank you so much! i too love some good ol' yearning so i whipped some up quick! enjoy, darlin! (this takes place in the middle of the first of many and the start of something new and jj)

“We oughta call it a night.” Your voice rang out in the empty space of the precinct. It had to be bordering nine thirty and your body was begging for release from your hunched-over position, having been pouring over a surplus of articles for the past couple of hours. The slope of Rust’s shoulders jerked slightly as if forgetting where he was or that you had decided to hang back with him in the first place.

“Time is it?” He rumbled out, using the heel of his palm to rub at a tired eye. 

“9:37. You good to drop me off still?” You replied after a quick glance at your wrist. Your truck was still in the shop but you couldn’t complain much if it meant being around Rust a little extra. 

“Don’t worry about it. Sleep decides when it wants to find me. Even then it never really takes hold.” The casual admittance threaded with his perplexing way of describing what troubles him would never fail to bewilder you. 

“Well…if you ain’t sleepin’ anytime soon could you be persuaded to stop for a drink on the way back? My treat.” 

Rust had the humor to snort, a sharp and haughty sound, “If the company you keep makes a lady pay then they’re shit.” 

“The company I keep mostly nowadays consists of Marty and the feral cat taking up residence in my yard every now and then.” 

“Therein lies the problem.”

‘He likes to be spoiled. What can you do.” You shrugged playfully while beginning to gather your things. 

“The cat or Marty?” That finally made you shoot out a laugh and he squashed down the distant desire to preen at your amusement. 

Not fun outside of parties. Fuck you, Marty. 

“We’ll grab a drink or two.” He relinquished. You pumped a fist in the air in a small celebration of victory with a hushed hiss of a ‘yes!’ The day was long and you could use a beer paired with the continued company of the wiry enigma. 

As you mosied over to his truck and hopped in you batted your lashes in what dramatic fashion you could muster through your fatigue, “Free drinks and the voluntary companionship of Mr. Cohle? Gee, did I strike lucky-”

“I don't recall sayin' free.” He lit a cigarette with one hand and began to steer out of the lot with the other. It was concerning how such a mundane act could start to get you all hot and bothered. 

“With you stickin' your nose in my business about what friends I do and don’t have they became free, I believe there was the implication of mighty disdain towards makin’ a lady pay.” A dainty finger wagged in his direction.

“I wasn’t aware I was in the presence of a lady-” The swat of your quick hand at his arm served as an interruption to his bullshitting. He was funny. When he wanted to be. Maybe not hardly ever but sometimes the mood struck whenever the stars decided to align just right. You thought it foolish to think the odds were specifically in your favor during moments like these but seeing him even a little bit at ease couldn’t hold you back from running right into the arms of said foolishness itself. Marty would dub you delusional. He could also kiss your ass.

Plain and simple.

“Because of your outright boorishness, I will be demanding some top-shelf finery tonight.” You half-sassed while he blew smoke from his sloped nose at your theatrics. The way you could go from suppressed and professional to the feisty spitfire sitting beside him now would soon throw him on his ass sooner than preferred. His liability to stop it was growing weaker with each car ride despite everything in his mind screaming to bring it to a severe halt. He wanted you far away from him but wanted you in constant proximity a hairsbreadth more.

“Low shelf. Maybe.”

“Top or bust. Consider it initiation as my new form of company. Just how it goes, friend.” You jokingly admonished and it was considered final.

Friend. He detested the warmth that took siege over his being.

[princess-of-the-corner]

So, in regards to your "Missing school" stuff, I don't mind the trop for super heroes in concept even if I see your point regarding it feeling unfair.

Cos to me that's part of the drama, the hero is choosing to do this, choosing to hide it from people and so people thinking they are a flake or lazy is a consequence of that decision they need to grapple with.

The issue in my eyes is how its often poorly thought out.

Like, the amount of street crime Spiderman or Batman are liable to stop while swinging on rooftops every night is frankly rather small compared to what dedicated investigations would accomplish. Plus, said heroes are meant to be detectives/investigators anyway which suggests stake outs, spying, intel gathering, time consuming shit.

So one thing they are doing is impractical and makes little sense and pisses away time. The other thing they should be doing, that would be useful and also eat away at time is something they are rarely shown doing for longer than "Introduce problem, investigate, problem solved, back to patrol."

As to Miraculous, the issue there is these things don't apply at all.

Like yeah Marinette & Adrien run around the rooftops at night & sometimes do stuff other than battle Akum. But there's no indication they aren't squeezing this into their respective schedules.

What's more, unlike say, Shocker robbing a bank and then going into hiding, Akuma are not subtle. They are here to break shit to cope with their personal issues & fight the heroes, their mere presence disrupts everyone's lives in a way Two Face's ongoing tax fraud does not.

This means there's minimal investigation time, time spent tracking, or anything like that which could be used to justify them missing scheduled events or falling behind on study or work.

That Akum behave like this also means that they have good excuses to be missing classes or events anyway.

"Sorry I had to leave the shoot an Akuma was nearby and I wanted to get out of dodge."

"I am late to class cos there was an Akuma this morning and I had to go the long way to school."

These are entirely reasonable and believable things probably happening to a lot of people anyway.

So unless they are both constantly skipping classes/event to fight Mr Pigeon every couple of hours, it doesn't work that they deal with this problems.

& even Gabriel can only Akumatize so many people in a day before it would start becoming either obvious who the heroes are, or obvious who the villain is. Or otherwise demand a larger team to better address the issue of a never ending parade of Akuma.

So yeah, conceptually it just doesn't work well for ML, especially as I don't even think we actually see Marinette's grades slip or classes skipped like we do wen Peter is say, super late for dates. So again its not being shown, and it wouldn't be well justified if it were given context.

Yeah as I said I have mixed feelings on the trope!

I think it needs to come up because ofc it's going to happen occsasionally.

But outside of one or two /really bad/ incidents for bigger drama, I think it can be downplayed

[lizajane2]

The Last of Us episode 2 rewatch

I'd like to point out the silence at the beginning of this episode, just the familiar background noise of a highway in the middle of rush hour. They don't speak until they're in the car and Dr. Ratna's first question is if she's done something wrong. Can't even fathom that the world is on the verge of going to shit. I love how that builds the tension and tells you that something is very, very wrong.

I honestly kept expecting the body to just shoot up and attack Dr. Ratna. And as she was removing those fibers out of the patient's mouth and it reached out for her, all I could hear in my head was that famous Frankenstein quote, "It's alive!"

"What do we do?"

She doesn't sugarcoat it either. Bomb the whole fucking city and everyone in it.

If you skip the intro of this series, we cannot be friends. It's just as iconic as GoT's.

"She made it through the night, Joel."

"Doesn't matter."

Joel, I love you cowboy, but your stubbornness and pessimistic attitude are eye-rolling sometimes.

Ellie mimicking the sound of the infected is just an iconic moment. See, me being me, I would've chuckled. That shit was funny.

Joel, once he agrees:

I love that in such a limited time Tess became protective over Ellie and how quickly they bonded. If Tess had lived those two would've raised hell.

An infected screeches somewhere in the city, me:

I really wouldn't survive in this universe. Not even a minute, shit not even a millisecond. Not from all the bread I eat. I'd be fucking screwed. And if I didn't eat bread, good-fucking-bye. I'd rather live in hell.

Honestly, that frog could've been as famous as Beethoven in the future. The beginning of an artist I'm telling you.

Not me just now noticing that Joel practically yanks Ellie back by grabbing her hoodie.

"How long do infected live?"

"Oh, I thought you went to school."

You are a child Joel. A literal child.

No, no it's the fact that Tess really fucking thought that there wasn't a Clicker or more, and hoped for the best... shit, absolutely not. THOSE LACERATIONS ARE FRESH, TESS!! IT DIDN'T JUST MOVE ON! YOU ARE NOT THAT FUCKING LUCKY.

That fucking noise haunted my nightmares for days... took me a while to start the game again. And yet I'm wearing earbuds, huge mistake. Awful idea. The make-up artists deserve all the awards though. The prosthetics for the Clickers are amazing!!

The flinch Pedro added when Tess revealed her bite was perfect for Joel's character. "It didn't have enough emotion." Bullshit, it said a lot if you were paying attention, you would notice his disbelief and shock but also the instinct to put a bullet in her head and the utter turmoil.

I also love the fact that the writers added the detail of the infected working like a hive mind. It makes things even more difficult, step on the wrong fucking fiber you could alert hundreds of them at once. I mean really fucking think about it. Fungi live most of their lives as branching, fusing networks of tubular cells and they can sprawl out over tens or hundreds of meters. Like even without a brain, they're able to make decisions and determine a course of action. It's really fucking cool. Terrifying idea to have with a post-apocalyptic world that has a fungal mutation that's able to infect the brain.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 28

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs: Elizabeth Silvertongue and Clementine Greenleaf. I also own Clementines' brother Donavan. The following OCs are owned by other Wattpad writers as this is a collaboration project. Their OCs are on the face claim page. I do not condone any copying of this.

My parents were not happy and neither was I. Even though I knew that many people fell out of believing in God, and many people fell into believing in him, I felt like some sort of personal revenge would be waiting around every corner. Maybe that meant I still believed in him (and of course I did) but I was no longer accepted, and I knew that. 

I tried to push away those thoughts, busying myself with the Christmas preparations. My parents may not have been happy with my choice in relationship, but I was still their daughter and they wanted me home for the holidays. I was not sure if this decision would stick for the future ones though. 

So, I busied myself. Steve, Bucky, and I went with my two brothers, plus Clementine, Sam, Donavan, and Brock (because we weren't allowed to get away from them if I was going out with my boyfriends) everywhere. 

The Cincinnati Zoo, the Cincinnati Art Museum, the Newport Aquarium, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the Columbus Zoo, EnterTRAINment Junction, Union Terminal, Wright-Patterson Air Force Base (Steve especially loved this because of the Presidential airplanes), COSI, Sauder Village, Mammoth Caves, Reds Hall of Fame and Museum, Kings Island, and the hockey rink up on Miami Campus in Oxford (we also joined some of the staff and students to play broomball). 

For the most part, we were left alone. My brothers didn't really want to chaperone, so they'd wander off a little ahead of us or behind. Clementine and Sam would drift off as well. Donavan and Brock didn't really try anything because my brothers would beat the shit out of both of them, so they usually left us alone as well. 

And it worked. I forgot all of my troubles for some time. I would squeal over the red pandas playing in the snow. Steve and I would laugh at Bucky's white mustache from whip cream. We'd pick out hot fudge from the candy shop at Kings Island winter fest and try them. 

It was the way that I wanted my entire life to go, eventually with kids to show all of these places to. 

But once we got home and we went to bed, I would lay in the darkness of my room, staring up at the ceiling. Most nights, I cried myself to sleep. I was a mess and I could tell both Bucky and Steve felt guilty. 

So I tried even harder. I giggled and laughed and smiled the entire time I was with them. And it wasn't even faked. I was just genuinely happy when I was with them. When Bucky squealed like a girl when he found out he could pet the stingrays at the Newport Aquarium (I think he petted them for like an hour straight), or when Steve gasped in delight at seeing all of the different train displays at EnterTRAINment Junction, observing the minute details of the handcrafted buildings and sets. 

My parents went with us sometimes, and after we got home from the train museum, my dad pulled me into a separate room. He gave me a surveying look and then said, "Elizabeth, pumpkin." 

"Yeah dad?" I asked. 

He was silent for a little longer and then said, "These two men are good for you. And while I can never fully approve of the relationship as a God-fearing man, I'm glad that you have them. They're going to keep you safe, they're going to protect you, and if they don't, I don't mind shooting them. I love you." 

I laughed at that. It wasn't much. But it was enough to lift the weight off of my chest. "Thank you dad, I understand." 

He nodded and then asked, "You still have your gun, right?" 

I grinned, "I do." 

"Good." And then he headed to the living room to watch college football. 

ꨄ︎

Christmas Eve came and I busied myself in the kitchen, helping my mother bake the ham, stuffing, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, and whatever else needed to be prepared. She mostly lectured, the way she always did, about grades, my hair, my makeup, how I had to look presentable. 

I didn't mind. It wasn't in a rude way. It was her way of showing that she cared. As long as she was lecturing, you knew she was okay. 

". . . always been a difficult child." My mother was saying now as she attached pineapple rings to the ham with toothpicks. "I remember in Kindergarten we only had cheerios and you said you didn't want to eat them but it was all we had. And I put you in the car with the cheerios and I drive you to school. And I open the door and cheerios come spilling out cause you had decided to dump them on the floor. And you said, 'I said I didn't want to eat them!'." 

I smiled without her seeing because it was a funny story. 

"And all throughout paying for gymnastics, the coaches had to tell you every day not to talk and to just focus on your conditioning. And you've always been so stubborn. And now you're still difficult, picking a relationship that isn't going to work out in the long run and I hate that I like them, but they are such fine men-" 

I bit my bottom lip so I didn't laugh out loud. I really couldn't afford to do so. So I just focused on cutting the potatoes into cubes. 

"And I know you aren't going to listen to anything I say anyways because you never do-" (Here I rolled my eyes) "-so I guess I'm just going to have to accept that these men are going to end up both being my son-in-laws." (I rolled my eyes again). 

"Princess," Steve suddenly called with a slight laugh from the living room, "Can you come here please?" 

"I called her a princess." My mother muttered under her breath. "I called her Cinderella all the time." 

I laughed quietly as I exited the kitchen to find both Bucky and Steve sitting on the couch with my dad and brothers, their eyes full of mirth. I frowned, "Oh no. What are you doing? Dad, what are you showing them?" My dad, was also cracking up. 

I moved over so that I could see a video of my younger self. I was walking through the Cincinnati zoo with my brother before a squirrel came scampering through. It shot by my foot and I screamed, bursting into tears and running towards my dad so that the video camera turned red. 

"Okay! That's enough of that!" I snarked, snatching the laptop up while the five of them dissolved into laughter. "Yeah, yeah, very funny. Laugh at the terrorized child who was almost murdered by a squirrel." 

"She's still afraid of squirrels." My brother Dan laughed. 

"Hey!" My other brother replied, "You're one to talk considering you also cried." 

"Well, yeah, it was scary." Dan muttered. 

"Should we get a pet squirrel Steve?" Bucky asked, amused. 

"No!" I protested. "I swear Bucky!" I stormed away as they all laughed, back to the kitchen, huffing as I put the laptop up on the refrigerator. It wouldn't actually stop anyone but my mom from getting it, but still. 

Later that night, Steve, Bucky, and I went outside in the backyard, walking over to the decrepit playset that was run down. The wood had caved after twenty plus years of weather, but the swings were sturdy enough- though just barely- for us to sit in the swings. I'm sure if we actually tried to use them we'd bring it down on us. 

It was cold, but the super soldiers didn't care, and I was bundled up in my thick coat, wearing a hat and gloves so I was pretty okay. 

It was dark out, the moon had just gone behind a large cloud, but would probably come out again soon. Snow drifted down in soft flakes, but not enough to stick to the grass. The stars twinkled, not as hard to see out here like they were in New York. But I think everyone says that when talking about the difference of the city and the suburbs. 

Bucky handed me one of the hot chocolates that he had prepared earlier and I took it, feeling warmth seep through my gloves to my fingers. Steve didn't have one. He preferred dark chocolate, slightly more bitter to the taste and we'd run out of dark hot chocolate yesterday. 

"Missing out pal." Bucky teased Steve as he sipped his own hot chocolate. He swung himself once on the swing, making the entire playset creak. 

"Don't break it." Steve responded with a smile. "It'll be your paycheck." 

Buck rolled his eyes, leaning forwards now so that his elbows were on his knees and he tilted his head to look up at me. "How you feelin' doll?" 

"I'm happy." I replied honestly, feeling all warm inside at the thought. "Really. I know not everything is perfect but I'm really glad you two came with me. And I'm really glad there are no more secrets, even if they don't accept it completely. So I'm happy." 

"Good." Steve said softly. He got up to kneel in front of me, kissing my forehead. "You have, no idea how happy you make me and Buck, Elizabeth." 

"If it's as happy as you make me, then I have a vague idea." I said with a teasing smile. He grinned. 

"Well. Isn't this sweet?" A cold voice asked from behind us. I shot to my feet with the two soldiers, Steve immediately throwing an arm out to protect me, as we faced Brock. 

"What are you doing in my backyard?" I asked with cold fury. It was one thing to threaten us on a public sidewalk in the busiest city in the world with complete strangers. It was another thing to do it in my own backyard where my parents could overhear if they stepped outside. 

"Oh I've been waiting to get you three alone for a long time." Brock chuckled. It had been hard to see in the dark, but now I noticed that he was holding a handgun, which was pointed at me. Well, technically at Steve since he was standing in front of me, but the target was clear. 

Bucky had his own gun out, pointed at Rumlow, but it was a stalemate and all four of us knew it. Bucky couldn't shoot him without him shooting at us. And Steve would either get hit near the heart, or he would move out of the way and hit me. And since Steve would never move out of the way, everyone knew he would be the one whose life was on the line. 

"We've been alone in New York every day." Steve said firmly. "So what's the real reason you're doing this here?" 

"Quieter." Rumlow said with a grin and lifted his other hand. I heard branches snap in the darker corners of the backyard and Bucky slowly moved closer to us. I didn't know if they could see who else was there, but I couldn't. I put my hand behind my back, drawing my own handgun. Steves' was in the back of his waistband, but he couldn't risk pulling it out without Rumlow seeing. 

They moved closer and I was able to get a better look at them. They hadn't dressed in tactical gear, but rather clothes that meant they could blend in well with the neighborhood if they had to scatter. Most of them were wearing fitted blue jeans, although two of them were actually wearing grey sweatpants. A few were wearing flannel shirts that were buttoned up. Another one wore a Harley Davidson T-shirt, not unlike one my own father had been wearing earlier that day. And two others were wearing normal long-sleeved shirts, one was wearing a hoodie. I wouldn't have been surprised if they were wearing bullet-proof body armor underneath however. 

Their guns were also different. Instead of the sleek, military style guns, most of them also had handguns. A few had baretta cheetahs, which was a handgun I had wanted desperately for a long time. Others had Glock 19s. A few looked like they might have Winchester shotguns. Nothing that would stick out or look suspicious if a neighbor looked out the window. They wouldn't think they were military or a Government branch, they'd just think we were being robbed by a group of normal looking guys. Then they'd just duck back into their house and call the police. 

But I also knew that this late at night, my neighbors were all asleep. 

I knew the soldiers were taking in our targets. I couldn't be completely sure, but I think there were only eight of them, plus Rumlow. 

"Where's Donavan?" I asked quickly, eyes darting between them. 

"He's not really part of us." Brock scoffed. "I think you know that. He's got his eyes set on something else entirely different." Steve stiffened. "Not that there's much he can do with the bird watching her protectively." Bucky set his jaw, his hand tightening on the gun. He was standing with us now, both of them blocking me from view. 

"Alright you two, move aside. We're taking her one way or another." Brock said, motioning slightly with his gun. 

"What do you want with me?" I asked harshly. "I'm not a soldier." 

"Because if we have you, we control them." Brock said, smirking, pointing his gun at Steve's head now. "We won't even have to use trigger words or mind-wipes. They'll just know that if they step out of line. . . if we even think they're doing something detrimental to us, we'll hurt you. Badly." 

Bucky emitted a soft growl, his teeth clenched tightly. I could see Steve's muscles flexing and I knew he was wishing he could call for his shield, which was in the house. I was shaking a little, though I was convincing myself it was from the cold and nothing else. 

"Over our dead bodies." Steve snapped, drawing his gun faster than they could have predicted. They even looked a little stunned at the speed of which he had drawn the gun. 

"But what a waste that'll be." Brock said patronizingly. "Then we'll just have to get Ivy. . . or Destiny. . . or Helen. . or Clementine-" I gritted my own teeth now, "-but that'll mean controlling different Avengers. . . and we really want the soldat." 

Steve snarled now, an animalistic sound I never thought he could make. For some reason, my brain jumped from the danger we were in, to wondering if they liked ABO roleplay cause they would make great Alphas. . . focus Elizabeth. . . 

"Like he said, over our dead bodies." Bucky snapped. "I'll never let you use me again. And I'll never let you touch her." 

Brock only laughed, like he wasn't receiving hostility from two Super Soldiers. I knew that if it was just the two of them, they would have attacked already. Gotten out of it. Sure, they may have taken a bullet or two, but they were super soldiers. They'd heal in a few hours. The only reason. . . was because of me. 

I probably would've pulled the trigger to shoot Brock right then and there with that realization, except someone else shot their gun first. Bucky and Steve reacted unanimously, knocking me off my feet with their feet, before moving closer together to still protect me. Brock flinched, but it was none of them. 

A soldier fell to the left of Brock and I recognized the sound of the gun, now that my brain actually had time to catch up with it. Another gun, a different one this time, went off, and the bullet hit another soldier and he fell too. They were pointing their guns around now, wondering where they were coming from. 

"Who'd you call?" Brock spat angrily, backing up into the shadows, eyes darting around, looking for the source of the shooting as soldiers started to fire blindly into the shadows. My heart clenched in fear that they'd actually hit someone. 

"No one." Steve answered truthfully in his shock. 

I scrambled to my feet now, raising my gun, shooting Brock in the chest four times. He fell to the ground, groaning as he went to raise his hand. Bucky shot his hand and he gritted his teeth, dropping the gun in pain. Steve raised his own gun at the same exact time, picking off the remaining soldiers. 

"Who are they?" Steve muttered to Bucky, taking in the dropped bodies. But Bucky was tense as a live wire, spinning around to pull me into his arms, tightening them around me. 

"Buck. . ." I mumbled. 

"You three okay?" My father called over. He was reloading his gun, while a phone was to his ear. 

"Yes sir." Steve said solemnly, realizing now who had shot. 

"You okay Jan!" My father called over to my neighbor. Steve, Bucky, and I all turned to look at my neighbor, who was also reloading his gun. 

"Yep! Bunch of rascals must've come up out of the city." Jan grunted, moving his long brown hair out of the way. "You calling the police?" 

"Yep, they're already on their way." My father replied. "Have a good night." 

"You too." Jan said, sitting back on the chair on his deck to watch them, taking up a beer to sip. 

"Get up here you three." My father said. Bucky scooped me up in his arms, running and leaping over the banister railing to get me into the house. 

"Buck. . ." I mumbled again, knowing he was terrified. But I was terrified too. I remembered the last time they'd gone after me, they'd broken up with me. I didn't want that to happen again. 

Steve and Dad stayed outside, watching the men until the police pulled up with sirens blaring. Bucky held me the entire time, not speaking. He didn't even move a muscle. 

The police finally came and it was clear Steve had called some S.H.I.E.L.D. officers as well, because they only questioned my father and Jan, but not me, Steve, or Bucky. After two hours, everyone was gone and the neighborhood was quiet again. Lights went out in the houses eventually and my father came inside where we were still sitting on the loveseat. 

"You okay Pumpkin?" He asked, reloading his gun casually like nothing had happened. 

"I'm alright dad." I answered honestly. If anything, I was more afraid for Bucky- and Steve- because he hadn't said a thing or moved an inch. I remembered the last time something bad had happened to me, Steve tried breaking things off with me to keep me safe. Bucky had been the one to bring me back. What if, this time, he was the one who pushed me away?

"Thank you for protecting her." My father addressed Steve next. 

"Always, Sir." Steve answered softly, glancing at Bucky. I knew he was worried about him too. 

My father stood there for a moment and then said, "Those weren't normal crooks. We don't get many of those around here. That was organized, tactical. Who are you, really?" 

Steve looked up at my father and then said, "Captain America, Sir." 

I watched my father process that, then nod. "I'm assuming you're the Winter Soldier then, James?" 

Bucky didn't answer however and Steve did for him, "Yes. I'm sorry. He's. . . Sometimes he still gets lost in his head." 

"Understandable, given his history." My father said kindly. He was quiet for a second and then seemed to nod to himself. "I suppose that finalizes my decision. You two are the best men for her, if she must be in this sort of relationship. Steve, that question you asked earlier today, you have my approval." 

"Thank you Sir." Steve answered. My father nodded, leaned over to kiss the top of my head, then headed back into the main living room. 

"Buck?" Steve asked the minute the door was closed. 

His arms were tight around me. If I hadn't been so scared from the adrenaline, I would've noticed they were bruisingly tight. But I said nothing. If holding me like this would calm him down, then that was what would happen. 

"Bucky?" I asked softly, running my fingers up and down his arm the best I could. "We're safe, we're okay." 

"They want me." He finally whispered. "You're going to be in danger until they get me." 

"Please don't push me away again." I begged. Steve flinched a little, worry in his eyes. "Bucky please." 

Bucky was shaking, looking torn. 

"No." I said firmly. "I get to choose what is safe for me and what isn't. Not you two. And I'm safe with the two of you. That's my choice. Understand?" 

"I do, Princess. But you can understand we want to keep you safe." Steve said softly. 

"Pushing me away isn't the solution." I whispered. 

"I don't think he wants to push you away baby." Steve said softly. "He looks more on the side of chaining you to the bed and locking you in a tower." 

I flushed in the cheeks and also the lower parts with heat. Bucky grumbled. "Not pushing you away Doll. Promise. Ain't nobody touching you but me and Stevie. You're ours. Just. . . scared." 

His sentences were a little shorter, almost childlike. I remembered that when he was the soldier, he spoke Russian, so his mindset wasn't focused on English. He was struggling still. 

"What can I do Buck?" I asked softly. I couldn't face him because he was still holding me tightly from behind. 

"Nothing yet." He mumbled. "Gonna need Stevie tonight." 

I knew I had made the rules, had made it clear I didn't believe in sex outside of marriage. And while I still believed that, I still felt a pang of sadness and hurt that what he wanted to get better wasn't something I could give him yet. 

Still, whatever made him feel better. Whatever brought my smiling Bucky back. 

"Okay." I whispered softly, squeezing his hand. "I love you Bucky." 

I felt him nuzzle into my hair from behind breathing in my scent. "I love you too Doll." 

Steve kissed the side of my head and gently touched Buckys' arm. "How about you let her go so she can get some sleep and we can too." 

"Are there locks on your windows Doll?" Bucky asked immediately. 

"Yeah." I said. 

"Good, turn them." Bucky mumbled. 

"Yes Sergeant." I replied. 

His arms tightened a little more and I stopped breathing completely so he didn't hear me let out a choked breath. More out of surprise then anything, but I was to afraid a single noise would compromise the entire relationship. He let go only a second later and I took a deep breath, standing. 

"I love you too Steve, I'll see both of you in the morning." I said. 

"I love you too Princess." Steve murmured, kissing my forehead. "Try and get some sleep if you can." 

I smiled lightly and headed back into the house. My mom was up, checking on my brothers and the house and my father. She kissed me goodnight and I closed my bedroom door. I made sure to turn the locks on the window, then stripped off most of my clothes, and climbed into bed. 

Surprisingly, I immediately fell asleep.

[valeskakingdom]

A Table for Two (part 38)

A lot of things have changed ever since she accepted to be Andy's little property. Sure, Andy still didn't let her talk to Fish, but the bond between Andy and Scarlet strengthened. Meanwhile, they were like a real couple, like Bonnie and Clyde: always together, never apart. They laughed together, talked for hours, and even created plans together on who to kill next or what store to rob next. On some nights they forgot to sleep because they were in a full cry of a talk, and on some days they didn't come out of one of their rooms due to them talking a lot. It was unbelievable, from the outside you thought their love was real - but it was just one-sided. Andy was the only one who felt something, Scarlet was the one who pretended everything without letting him notice a thing. She didn't love him, she didn't like him; she just used him as a toy to get information about Fish and her plans - and it worked. She found out that Fish wanted to form an army of special people to rebuild her empire. She didn't want to kill Oswald, she loved him, and she saw him as her creation and the most valuable person in her life. Andy was a little bit different. He saw Oswald as an enemy, as someone who would try to manipulate Scarlet to get her back. He thought that Oswald would try to kidnap her and make sure Andy would never see her again. It wasn't true, for sure, but his mind played tricks on him that sometimes he became delusional, leery, and possessive.

Through that, Scarlet let him believe she planned on killing Oswald. She told him she realized that Oswald was a bad influence and that he caused all the problems she had - and this had to end. He was a problem-maker, he was a liar, a megalomaniac, and an egoistic asshole. He didn't deserve anything else than death - and it worked. Andy believed her, he even offered to plan to kill Oswald together but Scarlet insisted to kill him alone - which she wouldn't do, of course, she'd rather kill Andy. She just needed to find out how.

"Darling, I've got something for you for our date," Andy entered the now common bedroom with a huge grin on his face and placed a sweet kiss on Scarlet's lips "You will love it"

"I told you you shouldn't buy me things, you're enough," Scarlet smiled as she looked in the mirror and brushed her hair "You exactly know I'm not a fan of gifts"

"And I told you my queen deserves the world, Andy cupped her face, eyeing her deeply "Which means I gift her everything that reminds me of her."

"You're a dork," Scarlet chuckled "You still should know you don't keep me here with gifts. You keep me here with your cleverness, your beauty, and your masterful mind, right?"

"I appreciate that my love," Andy had a warm smile on his face "Still, you deserve to see what I've bought you" He opened the door "Guys!"

At this moment two guys came in with a huge garment bag. You could see it was a dress, but why was he buying her a dress? Usually, their dates consisted of hiding anywhere and shooting people and not any romance shit like on tv shows.

"A dress?" Skylar frowned, she wasn't delighted about that since she wasn't a real fan of dresses "Wow, Uhm..." She didn't know what to say right now, she couldn't tell him she didn't like that, could she?

"Don't worry, babe, I didn't forget about your aversion to dresses," Andy chuckled "But we will have dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants in town. We will rob it and kill all the people that are eating in there, steal their wallets and jewelry make some money with it. What do you think?"

"Sounds compelling," Scarlet smiled softly "Is there just us or some of your little idiots, too?" She started doing her makeup afterward, first starting with the concealer and then some powder. She tried to make it decent that let her look like a reputable young woman.

"Well, these idiots you talk about will be present for our safety. They will help us to escape, they will help us to flee. We both will do the rest" Andy rested his head on her shoulder, looking at her through the mirror "It will be a real blood bath that I can tell you. Today's the day with the most guests in the restaurant, many people will lose their lives"

"I hope so," Scarlet put some red lipstick on her lips "It's been a while since I've killed people, I need a great comeback in Gotham. People should see whom to fear, not only me but also you, of course. They should know who's the boss, right?"

"For sure, darling" Andy pressed his lips against her cheek softly and kissed her "Everybody in town will fear us, they will run away when just hearing our names, they will be scared of leaving their homes, and the GCPD won't be able to find us. I guarantee it"

"Good," Scarlet chuckled "I expected nothing else. I hope your boys became aware of my extreme perfectionism. If anything's not just in time I'm willing to kill them without hesitation. I'm serious"

"Don't worry about that. The boys are real professionals. They aren't some guys I've randomly met in town. I've liberated them from Arkham like Fish Mooney - and on top of that, they all have special abilities, which makes the whole thing even funnier"

"Special abilities like what?" Scarlet asked, putting her mascara on. She couldn't remember what Fish did to her, all she remembered was talking to Fish about certain stuff.

"Well, Fish controls people by her touch. Marv uses his power to drain people's youth, Sid has super speed, and Nancy is a skilled and agile fighter," Andy listed up "We both are the heads of the troop, the masterminds"

"So they're reliable enough?" Scarlet stopped and looked at him with a frown.

"Of course, otherwise Fish wouldn't want to work with them" Andy assured her "Now get ready quick, we have some work to do"

***

"Also, darling, I need to tell you we reserved a table under the name 'Harper' I'm a businessman in an oil company and you're my gorgeous wife. Nobody needs to know it's us, right?" Andy and Scarlet got out of the car, hand in hand, and made their way to the restaurant's entrance.

"For sure," Scarlet nodded understanding, she already prepared herself mentally for the role as the wife of a businessman "Anything else I need to know?"

"We celebrate your pregnancy after several tries and miscarriages. We both desperately longed for the wish of a beautiful child but it wouldn't work for some unknown reason. But see, everything possible" Andy smiled at her, Scarlet though couldn't smile. Pregnancy? Really? Couldn't he think of something better?

"Uh huh," Scarlet slowly nodded, sighing for herself "Of course, it had to be pregnancy"

"Does my lady have a better idea?" Andy frowned as he looked down at her, waiting for her to respond.

"I have thousands of better ideas than telling a restaurant about a fake pregnancy. We could have easily announced our anniversary, you could have announced any success in your company, and such" Scarlet shrugged "According to the month you've mentioned, it eventually becomes problematic with my tummy"

"You think too much," Andy stopped walking as they arrived at the restaurant's entrance "This isn't any important mission like killing your brother, escaping Arkham or else, darling. This here technically conducts to gain more fame. We don't have to work that precisely as usual"

Scarlet didn't respond, instead, she opened the door to enter the restaurant. She didn't know what to think about that. It was stupid? Naive? Regardless? Somewhat all of that. No matter what, you've always had to be professional. There was no exception.

"Hello, you two," A waiter greeted them with a smile on his face "What can I do for you?"

"A table for two, we reserved under 'Harper'," Andy told him, giving him a warm smile back, tightening the grip on Scarlet's hand, signaling her she should smile - and she did.

"Right, let's have a look," the waiter looked at his list which he held in his hand tight and searched for the last name "Ah, yes. There it is. Table 46. Please follow me" And so, the waiter, Scarlet, and Andy walked to the certain table - to their luck, it was in the center of the restaurant, perfect to assassinate.

"Thank you," Andy and Scarlet claimed at the same time, the waiter just smiled and offered Scarlet a seat when he shoved the chair backward. Scarlet took a seat, thanking him again, while Andy took a seat, as well.

"Well, then, would you like to drink something already?" The waiter raised a question "Or would you prefer to look at the menu first?"

"No, no, it's alright," Andy smiled at him "Some Chardonnay for me, please"

"And for the lady?" The waiter gave Scarlet a questioning look when he wrote down Andy's order "Chardonnay, some Barón Ladrón de Guevara, or some Barriton Gran Reserva?"

"Water is good to me," Scarlet smiled shyly, she felt stupid about ordering water instead of something highly exclusive.

"Oh?" The waiter frowned in surprise, writing the order down. In a while, he has experienced someone ordering just simply water than some wine or champagne "Some special occasion, I assume?"

"Indeed, we celebrate the occasion of a succeeded pregnancy attempt" Andy grinned wide "9th week"

"Congratulations! You two are surely excited, aren't you?" The waiter smiled, looking for another waited as suddenly Sid was walking toward them "Oh, waiter?"

"Yes, sir?" Sid winked at Andy to signal him everything and everyone was right positioned "What can I do?"

"These two celebrate a succeeded pregnancy attempt. Bring the best chardonnay we have and a glass of water for the young lady, alright?" the waiter pleaded in friendly.

"Of course," Sid nodded "Did they order food already?"

"No, no, just the drinks," the waiter told him. Sid nodded and went back to the kitchen to bring everything he has said.

"Alright, if I can do anything for you, just let me know " The waiter smiled as said goodbye to them and left.

"Sid as a waiter was a good idea," Scarlet nodded convinced, looking at the menu "He fits in it, plus when we Uhm...surprise everyone, he's fast enough to shut the door at the right time"

"That was my intention, dear," Andy looked at the menu, as well, "I'm glad to see we share the same thought" he paused "But we're not only here to assassinate today, to be honest"

"We're not?" Scarlet frowned in confusion "What other occasion should be the reason to reserve a table in an expensive restaurant?"

"Well, what about a date for the reason?" Andy looked at her with a frown. It made him smile when her eyes widened in surprise, he saw she had no clue how to respond to this since she wasn't the type of person that considered love or passion as something important in life.

"Andy," Scarlet sighed, turning another page in the menu book "I do feel attached to you but this is just business. I'm not able to feel any sort of love and I don't want to. It's not relevant to me"

"I knew you would say that," Andy chuckled "I would say, see this little date as a moment for us, you know, where we're apart from Fish's rules and demands. We can be ourselves, we can do whatever we want, there's just us"

"I know what you're doing," Scarlet smirked, facing him "You're trying to copy Jerome in some certain way to make me happy or whatever you have in mind" she paused "Jerome and I never had such dates. We never thought of passion, love, or affection. We just planned, killed, and fucked. That's all"

"I'm not trying to copy Jerome, dearie. You made me clear quite good that this might be senseless," Andy shut the menu book "I try to make you feel comfortable in my way. I want you to like me the way I am"

"The big empathy you have towards a serial killer is fascinating," Scarlet eyed him deeply "I wonder why you're not scared of me? I mean, how do you know I wouldn't kill you?"

"If you did, you would have killed me already, wouldn't you?" Andy frowned "You could have killed me at the moment when I kidnapped you and kept you in a cell"

"Who says I won't kill you afterward?" Scarlet frowned, not like that indeed she had the urge to kill him. She wouldn't hesitate at all to either ram a knife into his body or shot him dead.

"Here's your chance to kill me then" Andy chuckled to himself, he knew that she wouldn't kill him. His feeling told him so "I'm not stopping you"

"Nah," Scarlet shook her head no "I'm just messing with you. It would be a little stupid of me if I shoot my chance dead of fame and a good partner, right?"

"Sweet," Andy smirked, believing her what he said. At the same time, Sid walked towards them with a little wagon. On it the ice cold bottle of Chardonnay and a glass, next to it another glass and a bottle of water.

"For the lady," Sid gave her the glass and the water, winking her in empathy which made Scarlet smile "And for the mister" He gave Andy the glass and the bottle "You would like to order?"

"Sure, we'd like to have the 56 but without onions," Andy told him, he just told him any meal on the card. It wasn't relevant anyway for their plan "What's with the others? Where are they?"

"Nancy is in the kitchen, Marv and the baldy are at the back door with the car, and I'm here observing everyone with the Tweaker. He has to be around" Sid told him, writing their orders down "When do you give us the sign, boss?"

"Signal Tweaker he should stand near the door to hold them back from fleeing while we shoot" Andy said thinking "What do you think, Scarlet?"

"Hm," She hummed think and looked around to examine the restaurant "When Tweaker stands near the exit, it wouldn't be a problem for him and Sid to shoot them all back there. We could focus on the other side. Marv and the baldy shoot them in the kitchen I assume?"

"Yes," Sid nodded "They start shooting when we do it. Their signal is the people's screams"

And so they all nodded in agreement and continued whatever they were doing: Sid walked to the kitchen, telling the chefs what to cook and serve and Scarlet and Andy kept behaving like a normal couple.

"I can see you have something in mind, darling" Andy smiled a little for himself when he watched Scarlet, observing Tweaker's movements "What is it?"

"You know," Scarlet was literally fixed on Tweaker "I think it's a better idea if we announce our little assassin. We should do it like a circus. Like the circus director announces the next attraction"

"An announcement?" Andy frowned in slight confusion "How would you announce a shooting? That's ridiculous, don't you think?"

"Not at all," Scarlet became quieter after every word, Tweaker was slowly walking to the exit while he made sure that the guests were satisfied, then he stood there facing Scarlet and gave her a sign that she could start "It's perfect" this was the moment she stood up to with a glass of water in her hand and climbed on the chair "Attention, attention please!"

All the people around her stared at her confused and surprised. No one ever really did something like that in that restaurant. It wasn't accurate, it was no good behavior, and it was antisocial. This didn't belong to a restaurant like this, this belongs to the street!

"Wonderful," Scarlet smiled as she faced all the people that were staring at her "Isn't it wonderful when so many people of you come across and sit here to eat, drink, and eventually cheer some joyful moments? I think this is a moment to celebrate!" Scarlet looked down at Andy with a wide smile on her face, reaching her hand to Andy, signaling him to get up - and he did "I want you to get up, darling, and I want you all to exalt your glasses and enjoy this moment because this one is your last"

This was the moment where Scarlet, Andy, Sid and Tweaker started shooting at everyone and everything that was alive. People started screaming in fear, they started panicking; some tried to hide under the tables, some even knocked the tables over to get something like a shield that would save them from the bullets, and some tried to run to the exit but Tweaker was faster - he shot them all dead.

Scarlet and Andy were laughing almost maniacally, they loved to see them all fear and cry, they loved to see them panic; all the screams they heard were music in their ears. Every single shot made Scarlet happy, every hit brought her joy and every scream aroused her. She had missed this certain feeling she felt in her chest for so long, it was way better than all the sex she had in her life.

“You can try to run but it's not worth it, I'll get you anyway” Scarlet laughed loudly as she shot some couples dead - she couldn't get enough of that. She could do things like that endlessly.

“Remember, babe, this is just the beginning of what's coming,” Andy smirked when he shot at some others, he enjoyed the situation. He loved to see Scarlet that happy and euphoric, he has never seen her like that before. He didn't know that from her, but he loved that about her even more than her usual behavior.

“I know my beloved,” Scarlet chuckled darkly “The media won't get enough of us and we won't get enough of this”

This was the moment when she shot a person with the last bullet that was placed in her gun, and so did Andy and the rest. Immediately, Andy and Scarlet jumped down from the chairs and ran with Sid and Tweaker to the kitchen where Marv and the baldy were waiting for them to flee.

“Everything worked?” Marv held the backdoor open for them to exit the restaurant with the dead people to enter the black Cadillac they used to drive.

“Better than ever,” Scarlet chuckled as she entered the car “The next assassin is in process of planning already”

[thepixelelf]

also "until the clock strikes us down" and "best laid plans" are very intriguing titles and i would like to know more!

so "until the clock strikes us down" is actually my wip for @escapewriter's cupid's clock collab! I feel really bad because it was due so long ago 😭 this is one wip that I'm like. even though I haven't worked on it in forever, I WILL finish it goddamn it

holy shit I've just written a huge block of text pls don't hate me

anyways the basic plot is that reader has a sort of a toxic friend (Jihye) they've known since childhood. (I'm still debating making reader female because a quarterish of the theme would be around toxic female friendship but I'm still thinking about it). they make friends with Mingyu around the beginning of university and eventually fall for him, but Jihye has made reader too insecure about themself to risk losing their friendship with Mingyu because obviously he could never like them back. one innocuous day, though, Jihye reveals right before your shared lecture that she's under a lot of pressure to get married from her parents, and also that she wants to get married as long as the guy is 1. hot and 2. loves her. so, she made a wish to cupid found an ad on craigslist for a magical cupid's arrow. her target? none other than heartthrob kim mingyu. reader protests that Jihye can't do that to Mingyu -- nevermind their feelings for him, it's a complete manipulation of Mingyu's autonomy! but Jihye just shrugs and makes the case that Mingyu is totally husband material and her parents would approve of him AND ofc he's hot. she points cupid towards Mingyu, and boom, he's been hit by, he's been struck by -- or, well... cupid actually shoots the arrow 24 hours after the "wish" has been made, so now there's exactly one day until Mingyu falls head over heels for Jihye. reader isn't aware of this, but cupid had warned Jihye that if her target already had feelings for her, they'd disappear once the arrow struck, but she isn't worried about that. Mingyu has liked you since a little bit after he met you (something she would never admit deflated her ego). it's a friday when this happens, right before a long weekend where Mingyu is going to go home to visit his parents during the rare couple days off school. he'd invited reader to come since they were just going to stay in the dorms because their family lives too far away to visit for just a few days, but reader initially said no. now, though, they realize this might be the last time they can see him before he falls for Jihye, so reader hurriedly tells him that they've changed their mind and want to come with him. (he's happy, of course) and basically we follow reader and mingyu through the next 24 hours before the arrow strikes, each minute angstier and angstier

sorry!

if you want spoilers to how I planned it to end, let me know!

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"best laid plans" is a jibeom fic! I got the title from his lost stars cover, the lyrics being best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand. it was gonna be a fwb misdirect where reader and best friend and roommate jibeom do the do and he confesses in the morning :] I've never written smut and I kind of wanted to for this, but I think I mentally chickened out lol

here's a snippet if you would like to read it :) (it's mature-ish so minors don't read past this point! there's no more to this post so dw about missing anything)

“Maybe that’s your problem,” Jibeom says. “You could stand to loosen up if you’re trying to… you know.”

You frown. “I don’t like the idea of leaving anywhere with a stranger drunk.”

“Hm.”

“Do you think that’s it? I’m too high strung? Too uptight? Maybe I still carry myself like I’m not open to anything. Everyone else is drunk, and even if I did get hit on, would I be taking advantage of the person? Since I’m sober? What if—”

“You’re not getting hit on?”

Pulled from your word-vomit, you see Jibeom with his head lifted, looking at you with his brows furrowed and something close to a frown on his lips. You raise your head up off the back of the couch and let your hands fall limp into your lap. “No…”

Jibeom doesn’t respond, still looking at you in that weird way that makes your skin tingle with… warmth? What is that? You should make it go away.

“Maybe I’m just not as approachable as other people. Or… I dunno, as attractive.”

“That’s not true.”

You feel the need to shift in your seat, not uncomfortable but something for sure, and the serious look on Jibeom’s face spurs you on to think of something you’ve never thought before. It’s stupid, but you straighten up, turning so your legs tuck up on the couch cushions, your body facing him.

“Be honest with me, Jibeom.” You press one hand to your chest. “If you saw me, across the bar, would you want to have sex with me?”

The effect of your words is instant. Jibeom’s eyes widen into moons, and he chokes on nothing, reeling back to stutter and gawk at you like you just asked him to hide a body. “Wha— what do you— What?!” 

“C’mon. Look at me.” You scoot closer, practically cornering Jibeom into the armrest behind him. “Pretend we don’t know each other, and you see me. You’re looking to get lucky and I’m right there. Would you want to fuck?”

[diedbutterflies69]

Will you stay?- Bang Chan imagine.

Contains: friends to lovers au. , Divorce, smut, fluff, blindfolding, oral sex, explicit sexual stuff etc . Minors don't interact.

Never once on your life, you thought you could get your shit together and laugh genuinely at the worst in world. falling out of love is worse but it's even more worse if it's your it's not you who fell out of love. Married at 22 and the honeymoon phase hardly lasted for a year and by the age of 26 got yourself labelled as a woman who sabotaged her own marriage in thirst of money. Your ex husband was bitter about your success even before you got married. He thought as a woman, you just did bare minimum and got yourself a high positioned rank by sleeping with one of the rich rags. You tried hard enough to hold on to that rotten red string , but he had the scissors and just cut you off. You weren't willing to sacrifice your career just because of his Immature mindset, yes you loved him, but can't a women love her own hard achieved success more? That's the question you wished to ask everyone who pointed there fingers at you. After divorce you didn't feel pain just numbness. Your self-hatred coming more stronger than ever, even hating the job, you tried Saving since years, getting life on track seemed impossible and at the end just quitted. Moved out of the city just to move back to your home town, the root of your real pain. It wasn't really a town but rather a more flashy city, expensive shits which you were unable to afford in childhood but now it wasn't any big deal. Earth is round and sometimes precious people find you all by themselves. Your highschool friend, the only friend you had throughout your lifetime because of your anti social tactics.

Bang Chan, the social butterfly who almost knew every single student in whole school, he was the hottest guy you ever saw in your life and also the kindest. You had crush on him even before you both were friends, he was your senior,used to help you with those shitty math sums, crack jokes every now and then and scolded you whenever you procrastinated. He came to congratulate you even on your graduation day, even though there were many more students whom he met you were still glad atleast someone bought you a beautiful bouquet of tulips and bellflower. The last time you saw him was before you moved out in search of cheap collages without informing him, as you thought you were just one of many friends he had and won't ever notice someone like you existed.

But god, how much wrong you were.

You met Chan after almost 9 years in convince store and his reaction was almost priceless , like finding treasure. He was now more handsome, beautiful and god-like even after all this years his style of dressing didn't Changed much, he still looked like Kim Kardashian at 2021 met Gala. nevertheless his smile still had those healing properties with his Cresent moon eyes. He was absolutely stunning.

The first sentence he spoke after confirming your identity was 'I missed you' and then tons of lectures and questions . Knowing how narrow-minded you were he gasped dramatically. Cheesiest ways of saying how could I forget my best friend and so on. That day was probably the best day of your life and maybe even the day after years you really smiled. You both exchanged numbers and addresses and his home was just 10 minutes away from yours. Destiny indeed.

Now it's been over 7 months since you met Chan again and he never made you felt like you were just one of his 109 friends. Chan made you feel special, after knowing what kind of disaster you faced he was even more supporting of you, you both used to spend weekend together watching variety of shows and movies going to stargazing, best friend goals. After many years you knew even if Chan had many people to confide with he never really did. He was alone, just a night owl obsessed with work. You were happy. And he was happy too. Being just friends was enough for you, but not for him . He was slowly trying to find courage to confess his love to you. He liked you fuck from highschool days. He found you once randomly staring at him across the room and when you suddenly disappeared all his fantasies were scattered, he knew your dreams and was willing to help you with your every step. knowing how messed up your household was from your neighbours he felt guilty for not being able to give you happiness. He loved you, but was helded by his own insecurities.

Not anymore though, he wasn't the same coward who just stared at the love of his life from distance. Being the extra human he was, he bought you one of the most expensive restaurant of the whole country, man was loaded. After driving for almost 5 hours you both finally reached there .

Now a nervous Chan sitting infront of you. You being oblivious to the fact that he has a beautiful diamond ring and a confession to make. Chan handed you the menu card and every single dish had an extraordinary name, without much thought you placed the order.

"atleast tell me now, why are we here?" You asked the man infront of you who was behaving extra weird today, he looked sick and was occassionally asking you random questions.

"No reason, I was in mood for long drives and... You know have a nice meal" Chan said fidgeting with his fingers he was acting like a flustered high school guy it was clearly indicating that he was lying but you didn't really care, Chan was weird sometimes.

"Sounds fake, but okay. By the way you aren't sick right?" You asked Chan out of pure concern as he was sweating profusely even in an cold AC room.

"I am fine, just feeling a little hot. Don't worry", Chan said it was more like he was convincing himself that he was fine and shouldn't worry. He wasn't a teenager but a human with responsibilities who once again fell for someone out of his league, he used to think that and he still sees you as a literal goddess. While he was lost deep in his thoughts, the waiter came with food , and this was his opportunity to shoot his arrow. You both started eating and talked like being in paradise.

"did you liked anyone in highschool?", Chan asked you out of blue making you almost choke on food. The only person whom you liked throughout your highschool days was the guy sitting infront of you and you didn't really remembered much guys and the best answer was probably saying a lie with little truth.

"no one lol", you answered trying to sound chilled but since highschool crush topic was out you weren't able to keep your curiosity with yourself.

"What about you, liked someone?", You asked trying to sound nonchalant and not desperate and bitter.

This was the Exactly the conversation that Chan planned in his mind. And here started his way to either heaven or pit of rejection.

"I loved someone", Chan said and you this time you really choked from the depth of your heart, you thought Chan was anti romantic type of guy as he never talked about of his female friends with you or bragged about his non existent dating life. Trying again to not sound jealous or bitter you spoke again.

" Who was that lucky bit-- I mean girl yes girl? Who was she?", You asked, almost letting out the bitch loudly. You weren't sure but you saw Chan smiling cheekily, he was really getting old acting weird more and more everyday.

"Well... Someone from our school",Chan said and you swear you didn't made a disgusting face showing pure jealousy. The best human in your life and your first ever crush had crush on somebody, you didn't knew why you were feeling so fucking bitter but you weren't able to handle the curiosity anymore.

"Tell me her damn name", you asked Chan in a frustrating tone not being able to keep jealousy to yourself.

"Why you being angry", Chan asked followed by his small laugh.

"I am angry, just the food was a little spicy you answer me now, her name?", You answered Chan with your defenses up and still sticking with your previous question.

Chan in response got a little serious now,you thought he was being childish now, he wasn't a kid who was given a dare to name out his crush yet he was acting like one.

"You won't leave me right, I mean after I answer your question?", Chan asked you and you didn't knew what to say in response you were now a little sus about him.

"fine don't answer, keep secrets", you said and continued eating. The next thing Chan said made you now choke and die on food.

"I loved you and I still love you" Chan said looking down at the table head hanging down like his teenage self just confessed he watched porn infront of his parents. You were shocked, frozen and the your heartbeat 10x faster, you didn't knew how to react and tried to find humor in this extraordinary situation.

"Chan, you kidding right?", You asked Chan with a nervous smile on your face. Chan looked up at you , his eyes trying to find yours but you avoided the eye contact.

"I am serious, I liked you from HighSchool times, I saw you for the first time in library when you were looking at me, I swear you were so beautiful and even now after all this years after seeing you I can't, I can't help but fall for you all over again, sorry"

Chan confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability his sentences were scattered here and there and incomplete explanation but still you understood everything he really poured his heart to you, you felt like crying even if you both weren't such stupid cowards back then, then today you won't have turned out a divorced women and Chan a guy who grew out lonely even if he had a world for him.

"What should I say Chan?", You asked Chan you were sounding like a girl whose bf told her to breakup even if the situation was exact opposite. Even if you love Chan , you didn't think about him reciprocating same feelings back to you. You were beyond insecure with your love emotions. One thing was sure you won't be able to love Chan without being a bundle on him. Your emotion Baggage was too big and you didn't want Chan to get his heart too with your stupid emotions.

"I love you and I will be really really good to you. Please try staying with me I will try really hard to earn space in your heart, please?" His confession was like literally begging. You weren't able to believe if he was real or not, if it was a dream that will end as soon as cruel morning comes, this felt like fantasy. Chan was a amazing man, he had everything money ,honour ,beauty a nice heart. He was like a character written by women so perfect so delicate yet strong, and he loves you this fact was enough for to lose your mind. but you thought you were a taint to his beauty, you were a character full of inferior complexes and a person too easy to dislike thats what illusion you made about yourself. A random extra in her own story.

"I will pay the bill, let's talk later", you said and walked away immediately to pay the bill leaving a clueless and disheartened human behind. Chan was able to see how you stopped yourself from saying love you too and throwing yourself in his arms. He wasn't same from HighSchool a guy who gets overwhelmed by his own emotions and gets unable to see others. He knew you had atleast a small space for him in your heart and to make a big room for himself he had to throw out all your insecurities and self hatred. He followed you like a lost puppy and he wanted to pay for food but you already did and now you were already out of restaurant searching for his car to get back.

Chan sitted beside you, without doing anything silence and awkward air surrounding you both.

"start the car", you said breaking down the silence, you were extremely worthless and trash as you made the only one person whom you love feel like nothing.

"Just answer me, will you try dating me please", Chan said his voice again passing draggers into your heart. Trying to form any logical explanation you spoke again.

"I am not looking for relationship right now, see Chan you are amazing, but I can't make you happy now and did you forgot that I am divorced, please understand" you said expressing your real insecurities and fear, fear of not being able to keep a man happy.

"you don't want relationship because you divorced that fucking trash of a man?", Chan asked he was getting frustrated you thought but he just wanted to make you happy and not deny what your heart wants.

"my mind isn't stable, I might just irritate you everytime with my mood, you will will get tired of me and leave me -- I don't want to be alone again I will die if you leave me", you confessed tears threatening to fall out of your eyes there wasn't any doubt that you loved Chan he filled the void in you in just months made you happy but you didn't wanted to just take and take and give nothing in return. Chan's hand found yours interlocking your fingers with so much delicateness that you might cry.

"you think so low of me, just stay by my side I will make you so happy that you will hardly get time to think about your past, trust me", Chan said his fingers slightly lifting your chin up to look into your eyes, you looked in his eyes filled with so much care and this was your last straw before breaking down in his arms.

"I love you, I love you so fuckin much, you were my first love my only friend, my everything, please-- please love me", you confessed tightening your arms around Chan, his scent making you feel safe and like home, his one caressing your hair and other wiping away the tears. Even though the scene was more like a dramatic clique scene whatever emotions you both felt was unexplainable.

"So you my girlfriend now hmm?"Chan asked you for first time in night his voice containing pure happiness and excitement.

"I have a sexy boyfriend", you said smiling from ear to ear against Chan's chest. The label boyfriend making your heart flutter, you didn't knew happiness like this can even exist.

"My love", Chan said his voice sweeter than honey, suddenly the night was more starry."now can we go home?" You asked Chan finally breaking the hug, reality hitted you now Home was 3- 4 hours away.

"I made a reservation in hotel, we gonna spend night there", Chan casually said making your heart jump out of your chest.

"pervert, you planned everything seriously", you said dramatically and giving him a playful digusting look.

"I booked two rooms", Chan said now starting the engine making you feel embarrassed. "Who is pervert now~" Chan said in air teasing you more.

The rest of the ride you both talked about anything and everything. Confessing how you used to find ways to always be in each others vision etc. Both of you finding a new thirsty side of each other. Nothing felt uncomfortable, it was happiness those inhumane laughs crazy tricks you both used to pull everything was heaven. After some time you both reached infront of a gaint hotel , it looked expensive af but regardless Chan knew how to waste money and you were tired of lecturing him about savings.

"let's go", Chan said removing your seatbelt and getting out of car to open the door for ya. He was being so cheesy gentleman and you were enjoying every minute.

"room 42 and 43" Chan said to the receptionist and she handed two keys to him. Thanking her then getting on elevator, you were a little disappointed that you weren't sharing room with Chan, yes you were pervert and total simp for Chan, he was too hot and your sexual drive was getting higher each passing second. The elevator doors opened and you got off. Chan handed you the room key and softly kissed your forehead, both you wished it was your lips.

"if you want anything, just knock okay?" Chan said in his lovely tone, I want you you internally screamed, nevertheless you gave him a nod and got inside that expensive room .

Starring at the ceiling while lying on the bed your mind was full of Chan, you knew he wasn't probably sleeping and was wasting time in watching random shit on internet and you were hungry, hungry for Chan, it wasn't your fault that Chan was so hot. Trying to fall asleep and fidgeting here to there you finally decided to knock on Chan's room door. A danger zone. You noticed how the door flunged open in less than few seconds.

"Hi" you said scratching back of your head and trying to think what next to say.

"Hi..?"Chan said being confused.

"there is cockroach in my room, let me stay with you" you said a clear white lie. Taking impulsive action were never good for you.Chan sighed before opening the door fully and signalling you to come. This was your happiest day ever.

"whY you lying", Chan asked you as you plopped yourself on sofa besides bed. He asked the sentence in a sarcastic way.

"Do you you wanna kiss me?", You asked Chan with a straight serious face catching him off-guard, you didn't wanted to waste more time, you wanted to do everything with Chan, yes fucking on first day of dating was a little too early but you fantasized about this gorgeous man since ages, in your eyes he looked total dom but his reaction to your question was making you doubt your thoughts.

"Are you sure", Chan asked you clearing his throat.

"Are you virgin?"you asked Chan, he was being too nervous.

"Obviously not"Chan answered you in duh tone, rolling his eyes. And it was getting awkward.

"The cockroach must have gone by now I should go, bye", you blabbered and got up ready to leave, you were about to open the door but Chan grabbed your hand and before you knew anything his hands were on your cheeks cupping them softly and his lips so close to yours, Chan's eyes were looking straight in your orbs , your heartbeat stronger than ever.

"Can I?", Chan asked your consent his thumb softly brushing against your lower lip. This man had totally made you insane, something stirred inside you. Chan was perfect he was everything you wished. You gave him a small nod and slowly his lips touched against yours, you wanted to cry, his lips felt so good, he didn't rushed his movements everything was happening in slow motion, he holded you with such a vulnerability like he was afraid that you will go, your hand reached his head, fingers moving through his soft locks. You felt his tongue inside your mouth , you felt a electricity run down your body when the kiss deepened.

We kiss again. The next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I’ve had in my life has been wrong.

Breaking the kiss Reluctantly in need of air, Chan rested his forehead against yours. He was hot almost like burning, sweating.

"Why are you so nervous, Chan?", You asked Chan hugging him tightly clinging like the last leaf to the tree.

"I am scared, I just love you", He said engulfing you in his arms. And you Finally felt, what real love feels like.

"Love you too", you replied softly.

"Do you wanna continue..?"Chan asked you his tone little less scared.

"Off course", you said looking at him with smile, something inside you told it was okay to let out your freaky side infront of Chan. Chan smiled back and suddenly turned you around , the large bed infront of you.

"Lie down there",Chan whispered in your ears , his low register sending shivers down your spine. This was exactly how you pictured Chan to be, your inner submissive almost died. You followed Chan's word and laid on your back on the bed, now you were feeling like a virgin. His eyes roaming through the room in search of something.

"Are you okay with being blindfolded?", Chan asked you as he came back with the tie he wore today and was rolling it slightly in his palms, and you swear you never saw a man so hot in your entire life. Getting blindfolded was one of your unfulfilled kinks.

"ye- yes", you replied your tone filled with thrill and excitement. Chan came back to you standing near you, his hand softly cupped your cheeks , before bringing the tie to use it in sinistrous way tonight. The cloth felt strange to your eyes, his cologne smell hitting you and Chan caught your shy smile, His heart felt so fluffy. Tieing a comfortable knot Chan sat on bed near your waist. His hands slowly crept near your stomach leaving a direct lingering touch on the sensitive skin, eventually going upwards while giving a little squeeze to add stimulation, his hands reached your boobs, you didn't wore bra, and he wasn't surprised maybe your nipples perked up enough to get noticed, his middle and index finger Rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves, the blindfold making his every touch more intense, your breath was heavy you let out a suprised moan when Chan gropped your right boob in an erotic way, this sole action increasing your wetness down there you were getting impatient. You moaned his name a little loudly when his lips came in contact with your sensitive neck, sucking in a painful way, inorder to leave a hickey.

"Should I touch you here", Chan asked you as his hand reached to your area where you needed him to the most, hands going directly inside your panties ,but not touching he was a teaser.

"yes please", you moaned almost breathlessly too tired of intense foreplay. You just wanted Chan to rip off your clothes and fuck you till sunrise. Getting satisfaction with your answer Chan finally removed every clothing of your lower body, leaving you completely bare, all at his mercy. His finger moved up and down on your opening , the wetness making Chan easily slip his one finger deep inside you.

" my baby is so wet, because of who?", Chan asked you as his finger was moving slowly inside of you and thumb rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves.

"because of.. you", you admitted without any hesitation trying to grind yourself on his hand, begging for more.

"Good", Chan said and without saying anything he added another finger inside you moving a little faster inside your cunt, rubbing your walls with a little pressure, scissoring them inside you painfully and making way for a third finger too and by then you were a complete moaning mess, his fingers were pleasure yet torture the blindfold making your senses weak. Mind full of whatever Cham was giving you. Your legs were shaking sign of your orgasm approaching you, by one hand Chan holded your thighs tightly to their place fingers now moving more faster to make you reach the peak of pleasure.

"Chan.. I--I-I-- wanna cum please", you moaned your little squeaks and begs almost making Chan's cock cum right inside boxers. With some final thrust of his fingers, you cummed the hardest you could imagine, squeaky sounds coming as Chan was fingering you through your orgasm, you almost crying from overstimulation. Moaning his name like a chant.

"you did well",Chan praised you finally removing his fingers from you leaving you empty, but it won't have last wrong. Chan removed your blindfold , the bright lights hurting your eyes, you adjusted your vision and the image of Chan sucking his wet fingers coated with your liquid came directly in front of your eyes. Letting out a helpless whine.

Chan plopped himself on knees on either side of your thighs, finally letting his cock out, leaking with precum, and he was big, thick , you didn't thought he could get even hotter.

"Ready baby?", Chan asked you as he fully undressed himself as well as removing your top, your mind hazey . The scene which you pictured since highschool finally happening.

"yes", you replied Chan, he came down to kiss you passionately and slowly entering inside you. You moaned painfully, tears pulling your vision, it was a painful pleasure. Chan kissed away your tears and hand interlocking with yours after finally being fully inside you he started to move at slow pace.

"you feel so good Chan", almost screaming from pleasure, your whines were fuel to Chan's ego and he increased the pace. Body slapping sound filling the room, his groans were most sexy thing you ever heard. Again and again his tip hitting your deepest spots.

"I am close", you moaned out breathlessly, pleasure becaming too much to handle .you released around his cock, reaching the peak second time at night.

After giving a few more thrusts Chan cummed at your stomach, he was still sane enough to not curse you with kids while being lost in pleasure."I love you", he said as he settled beside you hugging you tightly. This was heaven.

"love you too", you said , your voice a little hoarse.

"by the way I forgot that I bought a ring to propose you", Chan said, realisation hitting him, that he forgot to say the long ass paragraph that he was supposed to say while sitting on one knee. You smiled at his guilty face.

"don't worry, propose me after having shower", you said heart filled with pure joy and happiness . Happiness of knowing that You love someone who will always love you back.

[buckyhoney-library]

nsfw alphabet, b.b

A/N: so sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy! sebastians & nomad!steve should be out sometime this week(end)!

reblogs/likes/feedback are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged

However, do NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics on my blog!

Warnings: 18+, language, smutty thoughts, sorry for any missed typos!

chris evans nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

bucky takes aftercare so seriously! he makes sure that you have everything that you need and you're taken care of first. showering you in praises, holding you close, getting you water or snacks- he is at your beck and call.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

thighs. thighs. thighs. He loves laying between them with his head resting on your stomach. His fingers tracing patterns on your skin- peppering kisses on the inside. bucky's arms are hooked around them while he is giving you head, rubbing small circles on the outside.

bucky has grown to love his vibranium arm, because of how much you love it. he has changed arm usage from a weapon to a useful tool in every situation. being able to cool it and playing with temperatures, pinning you down- making sure you go nowhere- or even being able to cause it to vibrate.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

he loves to paint with his cum. as much as he LOVES to cum inside you and make you hold it- there is something so pretty with his cum plastered on your back or on your tummy. "you look so pretty with my cum on your thighs," bucky is especially fond of watching it drip down your breasts or leak down your thighs. bucky just stares in awe of how it glistens against your skin.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

he wants you to praise him. bucky lives off of praise and when you whimper how good he's making you feel or how he's such a good boy? it throws him over the edge, encouraging him to go faster and harder. he'll never ask for them, but when you start hyping him up, fuck he enters a state of nirvana.

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

1940's bucky as we all know was very experienced but after eighty years of nothing? he needs a little help regaining his confidence, but man will he practice and have no problems asking for help. he'd be a little embarrassed of cumming early or not being able to satisfy like he used too, but bucky watches porn and experiments like no tomorrow, catching up on all the new toys/techniques/positions etc.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

bucky's favorite position would be cowgirl or where you're laying on your side, so he could hold you. cowgirl because he gets the perfect view of your body and everything about it.

with an honorable mention of missionary- but missionary with your legs in the air spread for all can see. if he's feeling a little spicy, he'll press on your lower abdomen, adding extra pressure.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy

BOTH. There is a time and a place for serious, rough, passionate sex (and boy does he enjoy that), but for the most part, Bucky wants you to feel good and he wants to learn- which means there will be some mishaps and failed moments, but he loves those moments just the same.

H = Hair (Are they well-groomed?)

he is well kept and clean. bucky isn't hairless, but he does make sure that everything is trimmed up and clean.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

bucky only does when you're away or he's gone for a mission. when you're home, he has no problem telling you he's in the mood. when he does masturbate, it is to your pictures/videos you've sent or through facetime/phone calls. he doesn't watch porn unless that is the only option or he is looking for new things to try with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

oh boy does he have loads of kinks! bucky loves praise (receiving or giving)! during the more passionate and rough sessions, he is into degrading (but not too crazy) innocence kink. if you have met after his second sexual awakening? god, how he loves to ruin you. he loves the idea that he gets to teach you and that you're at his mercy. ice play/warming (idk what the word is) he loves when you call him sarg does this man have a filthy sarcastic mouth. dirty remarks of comments that leave his mouth- god, it's enough to you off in seconds.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

he is a traditional man at heart, so he loves the bedroom. bucky gets to be as loud as chooses and go as long as he wants without the fear of someone walking in or interrupting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

leggings. jeans. short shorts- anything that enhances your thighs or when you shoot back firey/witty comments matching his energy. The more traditional turn on's as well, suggestive comments, touching his chest letting it fall to his belt, lingering kisses on his lips and neck. "it's like you're begging me to fuck you silly,"

N = No (Something they will not do. Turnoffs.)

nothing with bodily fluids (other than saliva or cum) & i don't think he'd be fond of being too open in public- he's a private guy, but he doesn't mind the simple pda and light touches.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

okay let me tell you- bucky loves getting head. your lips make him cum faster than anything else. "open wide, darling" he loves the ability to do it virtually anywhere (privately of course) and the quick clean up-but he mostly loves watching you take his length completely, hitting the back of your throat. "fuck, such a good girl taking all of me," hearing you moan into him and gag makes him go FERAL. bucky isn't a head pusher, but he does grip your hair.

bucky does love going down on you too. his cock throbs at the sight of your legs shaking and squirming. the sounds you make encourage him more, but he doesn't stop when you cum- he licks up every last drop of you. "im not stopping, so i'd stop moving if i were you," he'll occasionally pop his head up to make sure that he's doing everything right and you're enjoying yourself- the last thing he wants is for you to fake it (which only happened when he first re-entered the dating world)

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

there is a time and place for everything. bucky loves sensual sex because he feels the most connected to you and he has been without physical/emotional connection for so long that it's become a must. it is also where he feels the most control and the best, when he can be 100% vulnerable- something never thought he could do.

fast and rough is for those needy moments where he can't get his hands off of you- complete feral mode. when you've been teasing him relentlessly and he needs to remind you who's in charge. those nights are when the kinkiest of kinks come to play.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

quickies are reserved for dinner parties, group outings, etc. where you look too good and he can't keep his hands off of you. "i wanna see if you taste as good as you look". quickies usually consist of fast rough sex that leaves bruises or marks. they also mainly consist of giving/receiving head.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

oh does he! he has almost ninety years of sex trends/toys/etc to catch up on. it will be the middle of the night and you'd be fast asleep only to be woken up by him shaking your arm and going "baby, we have to try this!"

bucky isn't a risk-taker in the sense of public and potentially getting caught, he is a risk-taker in the sense that he is willing to try anything once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

bub is a super-soldier. his stamina outlasts yours by HOURS. you'd be panting and lying sideways and bucky would be ready for the next round and you'd have to tap out. he would chuckle and hold you, teasing you about how you can't last. "can't handle this cock? i thought you said you could go all night?"

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

bucky has a whole drawer dedicated to the greatest quality toys. "only the best for you, dollface." he loves seeing how far he can push you with the vibrators. tying the vibrator to your clit and watching you be sent over the moon. bucky wouldn't be too crazy about using toys on himself, but he isn't opposed to being handcuffed (or pegged)

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

BIGGEST TEASE in the galaxy. Touching you, grazing your heat, kissing your neck, rubbing the inside of your thigh, (stuffing a vibrator inside you while you're on the phone), or whispering dirty things in your ear- but God forbid if you tease him back. there will be hell to pay if you try teasing him back. "you better rethink your next move, darling," "i think you forgot who's allowed to tease who."

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

bucky is pretty quiet, with the exceptions of grunts and whimpers. His mouth is filthy and he dirty talks like there is no tomorrow! he is also a cocky little shit and sarcastic- which doesn't stop in the bedroom. "your cunt feel so good around me," "open your eyes, i want you to watch as i ruin you" "look at you, you're soaked for me"

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

cockwarming. babe lives for cockwarming. early morning lazy sex, but too lazy to pull out of you. you'd be laying on your side with your leg over his, with his cock buried inside of you. "no, honey, just stay" he would mumble with his head resting in the cook of your neck, placing small kisses on your neck, but falling back asleep.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

baby, that serum did wonders. bucky is packing that seven to eighter. his cock would poke through your tummy and he won't stop talking about it for weeks.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HIGH. VERY HIGH. he is ready whenever and wherever the time calls.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

bucky's stamina is so high that he probably is starving. he would perform aftercare for you, but once you'd have cared for- he is standing naked in the kitchen making a sandwich.

[xcrystalzero]

finals never end

summary: as finals approach, i would like to imagine that there is something more to college than studying alone in a box for 14 hours a day. so, here's a modern au of the genshin boys as college students.

Characters included: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli

Diluc:

- Who are we kidding, this bitch is a legacy at some pricy Ivy League. Hates when people bring it up though since he just wants to be his own person and not rely on his family name to get through things.

- Majors in business because of course he does. Rushed a business frat because it seemed like a good idea. Didn't get a bid and has since boycotted greek life.

- Eventually people find out who his father is and he starts to get bombarded by people who just basically want to use him for networking. Gets approached by girls (and sometime guys) after class like literally every day, asking if he wants to study with them sometime or just "hang out" both because he's hot and because he's rich. He never gives them the time of day but that never stops them.

- Goes to the same school as Kaeya but ignores him every time he tries to talk to him or just come back into his life. Kaeya usually takes it in stride but every else is super confused about how the two of them actually know each other.

- Walks you home from class when it starts to get darker earlier, apparently only because he doesn't have anything better to do. A gentleman through and through.

"Don't you have a meeting right now?"

"You staying safe is more important right now. They'll understand."

Kaeya:

- You know that one guy who is always out partying and who you never see studying but somehow makes the Dean's List every single semester without fail? Yeah, that's Kaeya.

- He's probably like an engineering or hard science major too and all his friends are absolutely pissed when he fucks up the curve every single time.

"You got a 98 on the orgo final???" "What, like it's hard?"

- Not as much of a hoe as everyone thinks he is. He definitely has his fun but he's not that guy who has slept his way through his entire major.

- Surprisingly enough, he's not actually in a frat, he just always knows where all the parties are. He's that guy with a snap score in the millions because everyone and their cousin hits him up every Friday night to ask where the parties are at.

-Generally seen as a really easy person to talk too. Also really good at seeming open with people without actually ever opening up and sharing anything about himself.

- With his very few close friends however, he has some strange hobbies that he's always happy to have someone to share with.

-Will take you on a picnic date about a mile off campus where you guys each way too much cheese and crackers, drink about a bottle of wine each, and watch the stars come out as the sun sets. Give the boy some love. That's all he really wants.

Venti:

-Your local friendly performing arts major who you never find without a huge iced coffee and cuffed jeans.

- He's super involved in a bunch of student organizations from improv to a few music clubs and the like. He's that person that everyone in his major knows and comes to for recommendations about new things that they should try out.

- He's in a band! They play indie songs at rotating bars every Tuesday and Thursday night and go to conferences once a semester for aspiring artists. Also sometimes will randomly perform on the Quad and serenade the random people passing by just trying to get to class.

-Offers to play at an event a club you're in is hosting as long as there's free snacks.

- Kind of an alcoholic? Not a partier in the traditional sense, but at least twice a week, he'll host a hangout where he and anyone who decides to show up get wine drunk and watch a shit ton of Gilmore Girls. BYOB of course because there's no way he could afford it on his own. Has shown up to class still drunk before but he's cute so everyone forgives him.

- Impromptu photo shoots all the time with him. Whether its a cute random flower patch, the soft neon signs outside of a boba shop, or graffiti painted onto a building wall, everything is an insta opportunity.

Xiao:

- That mysterious kid sitting in the back of your lecture wearing all black who is both undeniably hot and also exceedingly intimidating.

- Either an animal sciences major because animals are just better than humans, or he's like like history/english and spends a lot of time reading.

- He's that guy who stops communicating after the first day of your group project and you're really worried that they're just not going to finish their work but they end up sending it to you perfectly complete like a week early. Also, will talk/text you one-on-one but dislikes group meetings and group chats.

- He's in a band too! They actually play with Venti and his friends a lot and even though he admires him a lot, he's never gotten around to actually talking to Venti.

- Doesn't let people come over because then his frighteningly large collection of Funko-Pops and anime merch will be revealed.

- Also a dancer! He's not on a team or anything since he had some bad experiences with teams when he was younger, but he heads down to the studio at least 2 times a week just to move and let out some stress. If he offers to teach you sometime, that means he really really likes you.

- Asked if you wanted to go see the Demon Slayer movie with him and then showed up in a black mask and sunglasses because he didn't want anyone to recognize him.

Childe:

- Idk why but he kind of gives off athlete vibes??? Maybe like a basketball player or something?

- A bit of a campus celebrity just in that basically everyone, even if they aren't in the same major or aren't into sports, or just basically have no connection to him, still somehow know about him.

- He's a PR major and that charm is no joke. Some people kind of despise him because of the way he is literally able to effortlessly win over all of the recruiters and just random people he meets. He's extremely well-loved and he knows it.

- He's in a frat but outside of like mandatory events, doesn't spend all that much time with them. When he does party though, he goes hard.

- Doesn't actively flirt with anyone but he's just so charming and amiable that sometimes it comes across that way. Girls are always like "he's so respectful and nice I'm in love with him." He never feels the same way.

- Extremely competitive. Like the most competitive person you have literally ever met. He has to win everything and if he doesn't, he'll just keep trying and trying until he does. Literally the worst person to play beer pong with because he's not letting you go until he wins.

- Asks you to come to his games even though you barely even know the rules. If he does see you in the crowd, he gets way too hyped but plays the best he has all season. Make sure you take the credit for it.

Zhongli:

- That guy in your required philosophy class who argues with the professor. Not in an annoying "I'm smart and want an excuse to mansplain" kind of way though. He's actually just absurdly well-read and wants to discuss things instead of just listening to someone talk.

- People get annoyed with him because he's kind of disrupting class but if you actually listen to what he's saying, his ideas make a lot of sense and are kind of a mind-fuck at times.

- Has an extensive collection of plants at home and somehow manages to keep all of them alive and thriving. Also collects antique tea sets and goes to great lengths to make sure that they are taken care of.

- Probably actually a philosophy or anthropology major. Always has a new book recommendation and he's a darling who actually reads from every genre.

- Spends his free time going to museums in the area or visiting historical landmarks that are close enough to the university. Loves walking everywhere so that he can just take time to enjoy scenery and the like.

- You mention that there's a new exhibit at the local art gallery and he says that he's actually going there that evening if you would like to join him. And I mean, why would you refuse?

A.N. I'm gonna go back to studying now! Hope you enjoyed!

[msookyspooky]

Love your work, could you write something about Severen where (and this might be a little dark and I completely understand if you're not comfortable writing it) him and his S/0 purposely lure in guys who are predatory to his gf and then slaughter them? (Kind of like when Jesse murders the two car jackers that threaten Diamondback)

This ain't dark to me bc this is exactly what I would do as a vampire. Just drain predatory men looking to take advantage of a girl walking alone at night. Hell, modern vampire me; I would go after pedos online too to meet up with and be guilt free...I like junk food I guess.

Hope you don't mind me twisting this a bit and adding some spice bc we know Severen. 😏

Severen with a S/O that lures victim's

It was easy food. A young, innocent looking, pretty thing like you wandering down dark alley ways and down old back roads at night. Severen never had an issue with getting victims but you made it so easy; you both were fed early every night. What used to be him waiting a few hours for blood by hitchhiking or causing trouble in a shithole bar turned into only an hour or two after dark to feed and the rest of the night to yourselves. However...The victims always made his blood boil unlike anything he experienced in his 150+ years of life.

You always attracted pieces of shit that had one thing in mind. Always trying to grab you, grope you, kiss you, shove you against a wall and take what they wanted. Human you would be terrified... But now? You could easily snap any mans neck that went too far. It didn't faze you. If anything, it made the transition from human to vampire so much easier. Getting blood from draining the life of horrible people that arguably won't be missed.

You both usually tag teamed. He'd wait in an alleyway you had to lead the guy to. Or you'd hitchike, drag on the conversation and have Sev slip into the back of the truck or shoot the driver while he was distracted. It was bonding as you both laughed and got a kick out of initiating fear into people that who knows how many victims they had done the same to. Those nights of tag teaming were the most common and fun.

But sometimes you had to do most of the work to get them alone. Sometimes the chase and lure game dragged on too long for your boyfriend/mates liking. Severen would watch from the shadows as you danced with the victim in the bar, held their hand and flirted with them, whispered sweet nothings before leading them to a secluded area to feed.

Severen was a confident man that trusted you completely. He wouldn't be with anyone if that wasn't the case. However, your senses could still feel Severen nearby seething if the man got too disrespectful with you. You were his and how dare anyone put their hands on you. You shivered at the rage you would feel radiating from him whenever a guy grabbed your ass and you had to go along with it. The glare he'd have on his face as he finally revealed himself to make the kill was intense.

He'd take out his anger on the poor piece of shit that tried to touch you. "You think you can touch whatever ya want? Huh buddy?" He'd have on a smirk and that crazy look in his eyes as he gave them a painful death. Slow, torturous and showing just what he can do if he's enraged enough.

Most of the time it was just pure rage if they tried taking advantage of you but whenever you had to flirt to lure them; it always made him just a little territorial.

He wouldn't hesitate to grab you by the back of your head and lean into you. Pressing his bloody mouth to yours with a growl in the back of his throat. Eyes hooded and almost glaring at you even if his body was pressing into you.

"...Ya sure did take your good ol sweet time getting this sack of monkey shit out here. Did you have to let him grab your ass?" He'd grumble, hands pressing you as close as possible into him. Purposely putting his hand over what that man did. You couldn't help the coy smile as you breathlessly asked, "Jealous Sev?" It always earned him shoving you a against the nearest wall or picking you up while gazing into your eyes hungrily. "Maybe I am... I just ain't too eager on anyone touching you but me. You're mine, darlin'."

Making him a bit jealous with a victim was foreplay for the night to come if nothing else. Even if he knew you would never get with such lowdown scumbags...It still made him bristle the longer it drew out. You may or may not do it on purpose once in a while.

Sometimes if a man was too aggressive it pissed YOU off enough to make the kill yourself without his help. He'd always smirk and watch with satisfaction at the terror you inflicted. Those kisses were different. Attentive, running his thumb along your cheeks as he cupped your face, gazing down at you and softly asking "You alright, honey?" Physically he knew you were. It was mental and emotional damage he was concerned with. He'd sweetly kiss your forehead and ease his way down to your lips if you nodded. If you shook your head and it was more traumatic than you intended, he'd wrap you in his arms and promise to make the next few kills till you felt better.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Thoughts

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Pairing: Sam W. x reader 

Pov: Sam 

Warnings: Fluff, Sam can hear the readers thoughts, Sam falling in love with the reader, Dean is here to help the plot

Summary: Sam gets cursed after the Dean, Y/n, and Sam hunt a witch. The next morning when he wakes up all he can hear is Y/n thoughts, and he’s slowly start to fall in love with her. 

A/N: Using @firefly-graphics Sam Winchester divider for this fic. This fic is sorta based on "What women want" with Mel Gibson. A good ol' Romantic Comedy.

Word Count: 2.3k

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A witch hunt couldn't possibly go wrong, right? Especially with the Winchester boys.

"Look lady, sit down before I shoot," Dean shouted, causing Y/n to flinch. Just enough of a flinch that I would be having a conversation with Dean later about no yelling so much.

The witch sat down, but what nobody noticed she was casting a spell under her breath. Dean, Y/n, and I had huddled together trying to figure out what we were going to ask this damn witch.

My back facing the witch. Dean looking over my shoulder looking angrily at the lady. Y/n had her game face on. She sometimes followed us around like lost puppies, but damn was she a fucking awesome hunter.

Sometimes better than Dean and I put together.

When I say that she followed us around like lost puppies I mean she never said what she thought. Dean or I would come up with a plan and she never put input in. Just kinda did what she was told. Reminds me of a younger version of Dean and myself.

Working our asses off for John, all for it to be for nothing. A good little soldier and that was all we were to him.

In the end, Dean just ended up letting the witch go since she hadn't any information. We all pilled back into the impala for the drive back to the bunker.

Y/n fell asleep in the back seat curled into a ball and looking rather peaceful. "Y'know I was thinking lover boy that maybe she could stay permanently with us," Dean said referring to Y/n in the backseat.

I just rolled my eyes before turning to look out the window. The drive was shortened by the fact that at one point my eyes were open and scanning the passing environment.

And the next minute I was dreaming a nice dream. I had a family a beautiful wife standing on our front patio, and watching our daughter and I play with our puppy.

It was nice, it was peaceful. But when I was looking around my dream, I noticed that every face was blank. Well, there goes the normal dream.

The shaking of my body woke me up. "Yo, wake up. Get your shit and go the bed." Dean said, pushing me closer to the passenger side door.

Stumbling out, I walked groggily to the back of the impala and grabbed my bags. Slinging them over my shoulder, I saw Dean try to pull Y/n from the back.

"Sweetheart, we made it home." Dean whispering. His hands falling underneath her knees, carefully picking her up out of the impala. "Open the door would Ya, instead of just standing and staring," Dean said still whispering.

I ran over to the door opening it. "Dude get some sleep, I'll get Y/n settled in, kay," Dean said passing me. Shrugging my shoulders and yawning as I walked to my room.

Stripping down to my boxers I collapsed into bed, loving the coolness of my sheets. Within minutes of my head hitting the pillow, I was out like a light.

Dreaming wasn't something that always happened for me, not since I first started hunting with Dean. But those weren't dreams those were more like nightmares, of people that I couldn't save.

I fell back into the same dream as before, still no faces. But the woman I assumed was my wife as a familiar voice, our daughter was what seemed like she was tops five or six.

Cute little thing, long brown hair like my own, wearing a cute sundress that was blue with green flowers printed on it. ' Dear, are you guys ready for dinner?' the woman asked me. I tried to not stare at the fact that she had no face, so I just hummed. Picking up our daughter.

'Tank you for playing with me daddy!' my daughter said to me bringing her small hands and arms and hugging me around my neck. Besides having no faces everything else seemed normal, my wife's voice seemed all too familiar and it was honestly getting at me. Before I was able to ask her something I was pulled from my dreams.

Waking up was a bitch. My neck was sore, and so were my shoulders. Deciding that today I wouldn't take that mile run, I opted for staying in bed just a bit longer this morning.

Finally getting up when I smelled coffee being made in the kitchen. Grabbing a pair of sweats that were laying around, I slipped my slippers on and went to go get some coffee.

The first thing I saw when I walked in was Dean dancing along to his horrible 70s and 80s rock. Flipping pancakes and sizzling bacon. 'God, why'd he choose no shirt this morning' "Huh? Did you say something Y/n?" I asked her, looking at her for the first time since last night.

She had her hair up in a messy bun, wearing a flannel of Dean, and a baggy pair of shorts. "No, I didn't say anything, Sam," Y/n said pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, continuing reading her book.

Okay Sam you have to admit that was odd and kinda creepy. Not that I mind being complimented, but still weird. "You gonna get your cup of coffee or just stand there looking like an idiot!" I heard Dean crack.

"No," I answered back grabbing a coffee cup that was next to the machine. 'Jeez Dean way to be an asshole towards Sam.' There it was again Y/n voice.

Turning around rather quickly which only hurt my neck even more. "Did you just say that?" I asked panic starting to overtake my body and instincts. y/n looked over at Dean, causing Dean to look over at me.

"Dude what are you going on about?" He asked me... eyes big I just waved his question off, "Never mind I think I must have hit my head last night." I said just wanting my morning coffee more than anything.

The rest of the morning went by fine. No hearing Y/n voice, but then again, she wasn't around for the rest of the morning. "I'm heading out to the shops; I need a new pair of jeans. If either one of you wanna head out with me that's fine too. If not that's okay too guys." Y/n said mostly talking and looking at me.

'Please come out with me Sammy' I heard. Ignore it, rolling my eyes before speaking again. "No, it's okay. Dean?" I spoke. "Nah, I'm fine dear. But thanks." Dean said using his signature wink.

As Y/n walked away I heard her voice again, 'Jesus Dean, stop with the nicknames, and the winking. Obviously, it's not working.' That was the last I heard the sentence.

Dean wants to be with Y/n. I don't, I can't see that going very well, Dean sees Y/n more as a sister than anything else. What does that mean it's not working?

Hours later Y/n came into the bunker carrying a few bags. "I thought you only needed a pair of jeans, Y/n?" Dean snarked. "I did, but you guys were running out of some things, so I grabbed some other shit." Y/n countered.

Well, I can't deny that Dean and Y/n do have a certain chemistry, one that she and I just don't have. "what did you get?" I asked moving the conversation along. "I umm... I got you guys some t-shirts, some more socks, and just something fun for both of you." She said shyly.

"That's great, thank you. Did you have an okay time?" I asked, 'No, Sam I didn't that's why I wanted you to go with me. So many gross old men hit on me.' I heard Y/n's face was only scrunched up for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I had a perfectly fine time. Really did enjoy the alone time." Y/n said winking at us. Dean just rolled his eyes and jumped up to go through the bags, but Y/n swatted his hands away.

Digging into the bag she pulled out pie for Dean and he took off with it like he was a squirrel. Y/n looked back over to me and then started to look through the other bags. "Here Sam. I didn't know if you already had this book, but I thought why not." She said, shrugging her shoulder in a cute sort of way.

"Here for a gift return, a Winchester hug, yeah?" I said laughing a little bit. "I don't see why not, I heard that they're hard to come by," Y/n said back rounding the table in an effort to get on a very one-sided hug.

I hadn't realized until recently how much shorter Y/n was compared to me. I could fully rest my chin on her head. 'God I could use this more often' I squeezed her in my arms. 'God, he smells so great' I heard again, she nuzzled her face into my chest. 'He gives much better hugs than Dean.' I heard.

Y/n was the one to let go of the hug, not me. I was starting to realize that it was in fact Y/n I was hearing just not the words coming out of her mouth, it was her thoughts.

That night I convinced Dean that I could make dinner. For the time I was at college and dating Jessica I had learned some good enough cooking skills. "Fine whatever you do just don't ruin my pans and pots!" Dean screamed from his bedroom as I walked away.

That night I cooked a shrimp alfredo, and chicken alfredo with noodles. Something simple but it was mostly all the food that we had left in the bunker kitchen.

"Dinners ready you two!" I hollered from the library, Dean running from the garage, and on the other side of me was Y/n walking down the hallway. 'Look at him, damn chiefs' apron' I looked down and saw that the apron said "kiss the cook" Damn Dean.

'I'd definitely kiss that cook.' I heard as she walked past me. I just followed her with my gaze, mouth slightly open. Hoping that it wouldn't fall straight to the floor.

"Well dig in. It won't kill you, Dean." Y/n said. Dean just put his hands up in defense it's not like he had said anything but we all know he was thinking it instead.

Dinner went by quickly, few words from any of us, and not many thoughts passing through Y/n's mind. Besides 'Damn, he's got skills, 'So much better than Dean would ever do' I snorted when I heard that thought. Dean looked over at me, "What's so funny Samuel?" He spoke.

I rolled my eyes, "It's Sam, Samuel sounds like an old fashion name" I said. "Nothing is wrong Dean." I finished. 'If nobody thought you guys were brothers, they should spend at least a few hours with you.' I heard.

"Can we not fight at the dinner table, please Dean," I asked. I was trying to lean into what Y/n was saying, or more thinking. By the end of dinner Dean had eaten another serving and was now on his second piece of apple pie and a glass of hard crown apple whiskey the Y/n had bought earlier that day.

"Good night you two love birds. Tweet tweet. I'm heading to bed." Dean said kissing Y/n's temple, and patting my shoulder he walked out of the library.

"I'm sorry about him, Y/n. He doesn't have a sensor." I said apologizing for my older brother. Y/n got up waving him off and grabbed the leftover dishware.

I followed behind her grabbing what she couldn't. "He's fine. He should know better, but he's okay Sammy." Y/n said. Not many people called me Sammy besides Dean and Y/n, but it always seemed sweeter coming out of her mouth.

Y/n started to wash dishes. "Can I ask you a question Y/n?" She hummed, so I continued on. "Why do you never say anything while we are on a hunt. You don't always have to follow out stupid ideas...." I said noticing that Y/n had now turned around and was facing me.

"Look I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying that I'd like to know what you're thinking for a while. especially when we are on a hunt. Your opinions matter to me. I hope you know that." I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

'Shut up would Ya'. You don't know how much that means to me.' "I know that you can hear what I'm thinking." Well, that went south very quickly and my stupid facial expression doesn't help the situation. "How long have you known?" I asked.... We stood in silence beside the water in the sink running. "Since before dinner when I was thinking about kissing the amazing chef that made dinner. Because I would still kiss the chef." Y/n said. setting the plate down on the kitchen island.

'Do you want me to kiss you, Samuel?' She said in her thought. I hummed. Shaking my head, licking my lips in anticipation. 'Words Sammy Dear.' She thought. "Just come over here. If this is what happens when I can hear your thoughts, I may be okay with being cursed by a witch ever so often." I said before our lips crashed together.

Our kiss was short-lived when Y/n left mine. "What are you talking about the witch from last night's hunt?" I shook my head. "We need to go get that witch, kill her, get her to remove the curse. Whatever, because as much as it's cute somethings a girl wants to keep to herself." Y/n said, coming back up to my lips and pecking them.

"You're gonna be the death of me," I said, before following her over to the sink to help wash dishes. I think I might have fallen in love with you Y/n. I thought.

"Hey... I heard that." Y/n said. I rolled my eyes, "No you didn't." Confusion replaced Y/ns soft features. "Okay, what did I say then, Y/n?" I asked. "I think I might have fallen in love with you Y/n" Y/n answered.

"Damn it. We really gotta find that witch, Samuel." Y/n said.

Completed on: 04/11/2021

[darkacademicfrom2021]

The Dark Team (part 13)

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Warnings: creepy man, hungover (alcohol mentions), abduction mentions.

Chirping birds woke you up as the light hit your face. It was a slightly sunny morning, you could see. A cold one, too. Your head ached; yesterday’s wine was stronger than you’d think. You remembered very little, and the hangover weighed on your feet as you tried to stand up. Soon, that weight redistributed up to your head, dizziness almost throwing you back in bed.

With much more effort than before, you got up and walked slowly to the kitchen, glancing around. Last night, a sticky kid fell asleep on the doorframe. You chuckled and decided to not wake him up. Loki was nowhere to be found; must be sleeping in his own room, if he had one by then.

An ibuprofen and some cold water later, you checked the time. It was so early; six in the morning. You decided to get working already; maybe someone on the team was awake. If not, you could at least take things off your to-do list for the day and get time free at noon to play videogames with Peter, or help him with that Lego Stark Tower he has been trying to build for almost two weeks now. A nice walk in the park to get some fresh air until some coffee shop opened; that’s what you needed.

The streets were emptier than you’d imagine, and then you realized it was saturday. Peeping in, a coffee shop next block was already opening, and people were lining up to get in. You made sure to have brought money and a laptop with you, and as you reached your pockets you realized you had your suit on, under normal clothes. Well, at least I’m prepared for anything now. Even a sunday morning in a lovely coffee shop, you thought, laughing to yourself. If Tony saw you like this, he’d recall that word he says you inherited from him. Paranoid. But no, Stark, I’m just hungover. Good to know your first instinct once you get up off bed is to suit up. Tony'd be proud. And a little disappointed, too.

You got a table far from the window, wall behind your back making sure nobody could eye your laptop. Once you were settled in and your coffee was getting cold, you started working. You were so glad you were out of the public eye, so you could afford yourself all of these outside activities. Sounded stupid, but if you were to have dinner with Sam, or Steve, or Thor, you’d have to also deal with paparazzis all night long. Actually, in dining out with Thor, paparazzis would be the least of your problems.

“Hey”, greeted Bucky from the other line. “It’s so early, what are you doing up?”.

“Buck, it’s already ten”.

“Oh”, he said, and you heard a sliding curtain by his side. “Oh, there it is. Sunlight”.

“Why are your times all twisted?”.

“We stayed up until five”.

“Doing what?”.

“Let’s say the mini bar was not so mini”.

“Oh my God”, you laughed, and checked for your work on the laptop. “At this point, I think the only one who didn’t get drunk last night is Spidey. Ah. Listen, I’ve arranged today’s plan, and it has to go right or else you can get abducted again. And we don’t want that, okay?”.

“I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do now. Didn’t we already get the stick?”.

“That’s the point, there’s more… you know, bottles hanging around” you lowered your voice. The coffee shop was almost empty, but just in case, you kept it under your breath. “That’s why you gotta get into Hydra’s last base again. Do not go alone”.

You instructed Bucky and then he tried his best to put you on speaker to the rest of the team, but failed. None of them could actually figure out how to do it; Steve was even less familiar with cell phones, and Thor… well, not even elaborating on him. The only Asgardian who seemed familiar enough with Midgard’s technologies was sleeping soundly on the compound. You had to explain the plan thoroughly another two times individually, and then finally hung up and got to work, sending them coordinates and turning off Hydra’s hacked security cameras.

Once they were already in, you had not much more to do. At least for a few hours, they’d be completely submerged in there, and your help wasn’t needed anymore. You still planned for some outcomes and didn’t even notice the man standing in front of you.

“Excus…”.

“OH... my God”, you gasped, taking yourself off your hyper focused state. The man chuckled. His teeth, yellow, seemed like he didn’t know anything about dental hygiene. His clothes were perfectly cleaned, though, in a tidy office-type suit; but his hair was hidden by a peaked cap that barely let you see his eye expressions. Very weird looking. Hard to read. Just now unemployed? Dressed like that to get attention? You frowned and closed all tabs, opening a fake account of email and some cheap online magazine. “What do you need?”.

“Can I sit here?”.

“No”.

He smiled weirdly and manspreaded in the chair you told him not to sit in. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“What are you doing?”, he asked.

You ignore him and keep pretending to read your mails, eyeing how many people were in there too. It was getting fuller than before. If he wanted to steal your laptop he’d have to do it in front of all of these people, and cross the whole coffee shop. He wasn’t planning on stealing. You made a security copy of all the files anyways.

“You have pretty eyes”.

You ignored him again, but now understood his intentions. God, people could be so shameless sometimes. You literally told him to go away. You’ll repeat it, just in case he would actually listen this time.

“Go away”.

He chuckled and stayed in place.

“I just want to talk, sweetie”.

“Sure. I’m not interested”.

“You have a boyfriend?”.

“I have a very strong fist”.

He got closer, leaning on the table, and lowering his voice said “You’re working on the supersoldiers mission, yes?”.

You froze. Suddenly, the creepy man was a bigger threat than you’d anticipated. Your hand hovered over the gun in your pocket, holding strong eye contact with him.

“Who are you?”.

“What do you have in your pocket?”, he teased.

“Wanna find out?”, you threatened.

Looking over his shoulder, an all-too-familiar fifteen year old hid behind a pile of coffee cups from the bar counter, holding his breath to not laugh. You sighed and broke the tension.

“Funny. Very funny. I almost shoot you, you know”.

“That’s not a very good instinct”.

“Not an instinct, I truly wanted to shoot you”.

“You sure were, pancake”, he said as he transformed back into himself, still in those ugly clothes covering half his face. As he looked down to himself, he frowned and changed his clothes to an Asgardian armor. “But your mortal bullets would be no more than a caress to my skin”.

“Let’s give it a try, shall we?”, you cocked your gun, joking. He laughed, and Peter got increasingly nervous as you played with your toys in a public and safe place, surrounded by civilians. “Don’t worry, Pete, it’s fake”.

Peter sighed in relief as you clarified and put it back in your pocket, and Loki smirked, knowing perfectly well you just lied.

“Why don’t we get something to drink, too, mr. Loki?”.

“Yeah, whatever you want, kid”.

“Not a kid”.

“Apologies. Actually, can you order it? I’m afraid Midgardians don’t usually take kindly to my presence”, he asked. Peter nodded.

“I do, mr. Loki”.

"What?".

"Take it kindky".

Loki smiled and raised his eyebrows, a bit confused. Muttered an “I’m glad” and instructed him to get an americano, while you packed your laptop in the backpack.

"How's the incognito working out for you in your shiny armor?"

"Better than before. At least now I'm comfortable while getting the same bad looks I always get anyways".

"Shapeshifter can't manage to hide, how ironic", you said, giving him one of the new earbuds, with an attachable mic. "Since you have good strategy plans and you sort of know what you're doing, work with me".

"I thought we were already working together. You know, in this stupid thing called The Dark...".

"Yeah", you interrupted him, rolling your eyes once again. "From behind the scenes, I mean. This is so you can listen to whatever my earbud hears. Don't bite your tongue if you have any inputs, I'm running out of solutions".

Your phone rang again as you were getting up.

“Yes?”.

“It’s all gone to trash, y/n. We need a new plan, I can’t find Buck anywhere. What’s your backup?”, rushed Steve’s voice. It sounded like it was from a public service phone, and the static didn’t let you hear Steve’s surroundings. Loki looked at the floor, concentrating. He didn't find anything either, and was too far away to read his mind.

“Wait. What do you mean you can’t find him? You were supposed to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t get kidnapped again”, you said, opening your laptop again and looking for Bucky’s location. He didn’t have it on him.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant with ‘it’s all gone to trash’”.

“Okay, don’t freak out. Where are you?”.

“Hydra’s last base, top of the buil…”.

“Hold up, I have another incoming call”. You put him on hold and see who’s calling. It was Bucky, this time. You sigh out of relief. Peter watched you two concerned while approaching you with two coffee cups. You gestured to him to not talk, and Loki had started to type things in your computer. “Buck, where are you? What happened?”.

On the other side of the line, you didn’t get a specific answer. You heard muffled noises that you still couldn’t quite figure out what they meant, and more than one person behind the phone.

“Buck, you there?”, you asked once again. Bucky’s voice filled the silence with a heartrending scream of agony. You almost dropped your phone, and your heart beated to the speed of light. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. They have him. “Buck!”.

“Three hours”, called someone, probably one of the Hydra butchers. “You have three hours”.

“Three hours for what?!”, you tried to hold them on the line while tracing the call. It was from a specific coordinate, nobody could get there unless they teleported. Luckily, you had the perfect person for the job. Loki looked at you quizzically.

"Do we not have better people on it? Can't Stark go?".

You returned to Steve’s call, while thinking about some other alternative than taking you three there (including Peter). “They have Bucky. Location’s very far away from where we all are, so you try to get out of there and go to Asgard with Thor; they’ll try to kidnap you too, and Hydra’s resources are global. No, don’t argue, you screw up, now you do exactly as I say”.

“Do you think they’re the same that hijacked the ship on the first part of the mission?”, asked Loki once you cut the call.

“They might. We have to go get him, there's no other way. The rest of the team comes back tomorrow and they can't leave”.

“No, I have to go”, said Loki. “But I’m supposed to stay with you two and make sure you’re not endangered, and I’m sure if I leave you here all alone, you’ll try to come by your own means”.

“Which means”, you added, “if you take us with you, you can make sure we don’t endanger ourselves”.

“This is a terrible idea”.

“But the only one so far”, you convinced him. “Pete, feeling like going on a dangerous mission?”.

“Hell yeah!”, he said eagerly. Loki was not very fond of his enthusiasm.

“I can do this”, you assured him. “Do you trust me?”.

“Yes”. He didn’t hesitate. “But I don’t trust them. You two will stay behind me facing the danger, alright? Nothing of wanting to play heroes”.

“Got it. Let’s suit up, fellas. Bucky’s waiting”.

[hot-wiings]

The One Where Prohero!Deku Says He Won't Be Home The Night Before Christmas, But Suddenly Santa Claus Shows Up At The Door, Flirting With His Wife And Frightening His Daughter.

Edited: 12-16-2020

You folded one leg over the other as you sat on your couch in front of the TV. With a glass of pinot wine in one hand and the remote in your other, you flipped through the channels, looking for a better news outlet that was able to get closer to the current ongoing fight. The fight of a villain versus Pro-Hero Deku. Tragically, this was a nightly ritual for you. Every night after dinner, after dessert, after you'd gotten your daughter settled in the bath or bed, you would pour a glass of wine and watch your husband on national television. With a pinched heart and high nerves, you would watch him duel it out with some new villains, all the while hoping like crazy he was okay. All the whole praying to God he made it out alive. 

This was the life of being the wife to the number one hero. You knew what you were getting into when you began dating. You knew it would be hard being quirkless and helplessly watching from the sidelines as he rose to fame, close to being more needed and out in more danger. You the costs, you knew the risk, and while you wouldn't change any of it, it didn't make it any less hard to see him go, it didn't make it any less hard seeing him on the television, fighting for citizens. Fighting to make the world a safer place, for you and your daughter.

"Mommy, is daddy gonna be okay?"

Your daughter clutched onto your arm, pulling on your shirt to try and get your attention desperately as she watched her father battle live. She had a scared expression on her face, the expression you hid every time your husband walked out the door each morning. You sat your wine down on the lounge table in front of you before turning to her with a smile.

"Oh, sweetheart... Your father is always gonna be okay, he's the number one hero! He's good at what he does, and you know why he does it?"

"Why?"

"He does it for you, and he does it for me. He does it so we have a safe world to live in. He goes out there because he loves us, he's gonna come home every night because he loves us. Don't worry your pretty little head, alright?"

Your daughter turns her attention back to the TV, a smile on her face making the scared look disappear. You hated letting her watch Izuku's fights with you. While you did it to see him, to make sure he's okay, you didn't want her seeing that violent aspect in his life. You didn't want her seeing her father beat the living shit out of a villain, but how could you tell her no? You could remember watching All Might on TV as a child along side your brother Katuki. Watching the symbol of peace keeping the world safe installed you with a sense of hope as a quirkless child. He inspired you to be a hero despite being quirkless, he inspired you to be a hero support device inventor. It was your support items that your husband wore, and that kind of inspiration and hope was not something you could prevent your daughter from. Especially not when her father was the current symbol of peace.

You watched fondly as your daughter smiled up at the TV, as she smiled at her father fighting the villain. She was so immersed in the fight, such a fan like her father. Punch after punch, and swing after swing, using his shoot style, Izuku took the villain down. The heavyweight in your chest was lifted as he got to work on helping any civilians that got injured. Your daughter turned to you with a huge smile present as she started yawning through her words.

"Mommy, I wanna be just like daddy when I grow up. He's so awesome, he could defeat anybody."

"If that's what you want, then you can be a great hero when you grow up, just like daddy is."

You turned the TV off before lifting your daughter into your arms with a hefty sigh. She was getting older every year, older and heavier. While she wasn't extremely heavy, she wasn't a baby anymore. Soon the years of youth would fly by and you wouldn't be able to lift her. Your husband would have no problem, but you weren't built like that. It wasn't good to put so much stress on yourself. Desperately fighting off sleep, she rested her head on your shoulder as she tried to keep her eyes open. 

"Mommy, will daddy be home to tuck me in bed?"

"Not tonight honey. He's still got some stuff to do, probably won't be back for another hour or so, and you're already falling asleep as it is."

"Awe. I wanted to tell him that I wanna be him when I grow up. I miss him."

You placed your daughter on her bed and wrapped the blankets around her, tucking the covers under her body and feet, cocooning her in and prepping her for a chilly night. You turned around and grabbed her favorite stuffed animals off the shelf as you bit your lip. You missed him just as much as she did. Sometimes it was hard when he was gone for days on end fighting a villain and tracking them down. Though he always made up for it to you both, it always hurt when he was gone. You felt so emotional tonight. You wiped away a few stray tears and turned around with a smile so you could tuck her stuffed bunny under the blanket next to her. 

"I know baby, I miss him too, and he misses us just as much. But you know what? Tomorrow it'll be Christmas, so you, and Mister Bun-Bun need to go to sleep so Santa can come."

You booped her nose then proceeded to boop the stuffed bunnies nose so she wouldn't think he was disincluded before tucking them both in under the blankets again to make sure she was extra warm. The heater in the house broke so you were currently living off of heat from the fireplace until Izuku or the repair people could come, but that wasn't until after Christmas, and you weren't sure Izuku knew how. You knew sometime in the night your daughter would climb out of bed and come to your room to try and snuggle with you and Izuku, not that either of you minded. 

"And when you wake up daddy will be here, and he'll give you all the attention you want."

"Okay... Can he still come in and give me a goodnight even if I'm asleep?"

"Absolutely, Mister Bun-Bun too."

You pecked a kiss against your daughter's forehead, then you turned her night light on and shut her closet door, knowing that she would get scared. You made way to her bedroom door and looked over your shoulder to check on her. She was still fighting off inevitable sleep, nodding off and jerking her head up, trying to be awake, undoubtedly trying to stay awake until her father came home. 

"Mommy, can Mister Bun-Bun have a kiss too? He also wants the bedroom door left open... He gets scared."  

"If it makes Mister Bun-Bun feel safer I'll leave it open, but Mister Bun-Bun needs to know that I and daddy will always keep him safe just like we keep you safe."

You walked back over to her bed and placed a chaste kiss on the stuffed bunnies head before moving over to her head and giving her another one. You pulled back and smiled at her. 

"I love you, [D/N], never forget that."

"I love you too momma, good night."

You chuckled at her slurred words, sleep overtaking her body as you walked to her door and left it open just enough for the right amount of light to flood in and make 'Mister Bun-Bun' feel safe, but not enough to prevent her from sleeping.

You made your way to the kitchen and placed your phone onto the wireless charger that you kept on the window sill. You opened the notification bar searching for a message or missed call from Izuku to see none, he must still be out at the fight scene. With a pinched heart, you turned your ringtone to high just in case your husband did call. 

The hour slowly started to slip by as you made yourself busy with cleaning up the house. What started as dinner dishes turned into cleaning the oven, which then progressed into dusting all the fans and wall decor. Your mother-in-law and family would be coming over tomorrow anyway, so if you didn't do it now, you would be stressed about it tomorrow. From your spot in the living room, bent over and stripping down the couch cushion seat covers so you could wash them before tomorrow, you hadn't even heard the knob on the front door turn. You hadn't heard a male presence enter the house, much less directly behind you. In your utmost defense, he was trying especially hard to be quiet, and you had soft Christmas music coming from the stereo. 

With one arm swooping down and wrapping around your waist, the other went over your stomach while his head rested in the crook of your neck. You knew the hands, having felt the callused working fingers every day of your life for nearly the past decade, these hands were very familiar. However, despite the familiarity, when you were home alone, had been home alone with no one but your daughter for company, the touch of a male was very startling and scared you. You let out a little shriek as you let your body weight drop, bringing you to the floor with protective hands over your tummy. Your husband came tumbling on top of you due to his arms being wrapped around you. His chuckles resounded in your ear, warming up a pool in your stomach. The sound of his voice would never cease to bring butterflies, no matter how many years of marriage you had under your belt. It almost momentarily made you forget and set aside the anger of him scaring you. Almost.

"You jerk."

"Merry Christmas to you too."

Izuku adjusted your bodies so that he was no longer crushing you, but rather so you were both on your sides holding each other. After a week apart he wanted nothing more than to hold you, he wanted nothing more than to make up for the lost time. 

"You know I hate when you do that."

"Well, you know I hate when you stay up for me so I guess we're even."

"We both know you love it. You love coming home to me, love getting to kiss me, hug me, and cuddle me."

You let your head roll against Izuku's chest as he pulled his arms around you tighter. The feel of being together again in your cold home, warming you both and riding those sad feelings that haunted you both every night apart. 

"I'd still love coming home to find you asleep and well-rested, kisses can wait."

"Mm, I lucked out in the husband department didn't I? [D/N] wants a good night kiss even if she's already asleep."

You detangled yourself from Izuku and used the edge of the sofa to pull yourself up and prop yourself onto the edge of it. It was then that you noticed Izuku was wearing a Santa costume, belt, wig, beard, and all. You nibbled on your lip as you watched him stand up and walk closer to you. Your sexual drive was crazy as of late, leaving you with an insatiable horny hunger and no husband to cure it. This was something you could have fun with. 

"Although, I think I'd rather keep Santa all to myself for a moment."

"Yeah? Do you like it? I was trying to escape the fans and ran into a mall Santa, traded him an autograph, and twenty bucks for his suit." 

"Hmm, lose the beard and wig and you just might be on Mrs. clauses nice list."

Izuku chuckled as he pulled his beard down and made his way over to you. He pulled you up from the couch and wrapped his arms around you, one hand lingering further, wandering to your butt and grabbing. Call it the distance he held from you for so long, but he was feeling frisky. 

"What if I like the naughty list better?"

His voice was warm and desperate as he whispered down your ear, maybe you would've played along with him and gotten him to the bedroom had you not seen [D/N] in the living room entrance, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Santa? Mommy, what are you doing?"

That anger from him scaring you, that anger you put aside for a later date came back. You weren't in a state to be scared like that. A devious smile made way to your face as you pulled away from Izuku and feigned shock. He still had his wig on, and you doubted that two a sleepy five-year wouldn't think he wasn't Santa.

"Ho-Ho-Hold on there one minute Santa. I've got a loving husband and a child. You better mosy on home to Mrs. Claus before she puts you on the naughty list."

Izuku turned around, a smile on his face to finally see his daughter after a week. He frowned as he saw the scowl on her face, no doubt a horrendous trait passed down from you. Though, he expected no less from a Bakugo.

"Sweetheart, it's me, daddy."

"What? No, you're not my daddy. My daddy's big and strong, and he'll hurt you for trying to touch my mommy."

"Yeah, don't fib. Are you are fibber, Santa?"

Your daughter tugged on you and took a hold of your arm. She quickly ran to your room, pulling you along with her. Once inside she slammed your door shut and tried to barricade it, leaving a flustered Izuku standing outside. He knew this was your form of payback, playback for consistently startling you whenever he came home. He couldn't help it, he liked seeing your shocked face, he liked getting a rise out of the Bakugo he knew wouldn't bash his face in.

In this instance, it was the only time he ever partially regretted marrying you. You never fought, and when you did he had to deal with your brother instead of you. As a Bakugo, you took more after your father, but the personality traits from your mother came out when you felt payback was necessary. You would go to great lengths for payback over the littlest things, although this one was mediocre for you. One time he went a week with pink dyed hair and another time you kept moving things from around the house out of their usual places and refused to tell him where. Leave him flustered with a hard on wasn't that terrible.

Behind the closed door, you felt slightly bad for playing along with the whole Izuku is Santa thing. Like most times, you thought it would be funny. Make your husband flustered, it'll be cute. That was before your daughter freaked out thinking it was a villain who could steal identities. Of course, your daughter wouldn't believe that Santa was a sleaze, there had to be some explanation. This was starting to backfire, very fast. It was in your lineage not to back down. Your momma didn't raise a quitter, and it would be bad parenting to raise your daughter to be a quitter. What were you supposed to say anyway? Santas not real, I was just trying to fuck your father? No.

"It's okay mommy, daddy will protect us." 

As if on queue your bedroom door busted open from Izuku using full cowling shoot style with his legs. He no longer wore his wig or Santa suit but a t-shirt and pajama pants. With messy mangled hair, he ran towards your daughter and tried to pull her into his arms, missing her after a week apart but she squirmed and tried to pull away. 

"How do I know your my real daddy and not a copying villain!"

"Would a copy villain save Mister Bun-Bun?"

Izuku placed the stuffed rabbit inside his daughter's arms as she broke into a smile. Throwing the rabbit on the floor in favor of her father, she wrapped her small child arms around her father's neck. 

"Daddy! I knew you'd protect us! You're so strong and cool." 

"I'll always protect you from imposter Santas, always."

"Will you protect mommy too?"

"Hmm..."

Izuku picked up his daughter and carried her back to her bedroom so he could tuck her in for the second time that night. He hummed in response, pretending to think to himself as if saving you was a hard decision. You followed behind him with a slight scowl on your face. He placed his daughter in her bed and wrapped the blanket around her and Mister Bun-Bun before pressing a kiss against her head. 

"I guess even if mommy can be mean sometimes, I'll always protect her too. You, mommy, and Mister Bun-Bun." 

"Daddy?"

"Hm?"

[D/N] was lightly nodding off, content that she got to see her father before she fell asleep, but she fought it off as she grabbed her dad's arm to stop him from going away. 

"I think Mister Bun-Bun wants you to leave the door closed. He's not so scared anymore."

"Okay, darling. If Mister Bun-Bun wants it closed that's okay, but if he gets scared at all, it's okay for him to open it back up. Okay?"

"M'kay. Good night. I love you both."

You and Izuku left her room and he closed the door behind you, both of you had heavy hearts, sad to see your daughter slowly growing up. It felt like just yesterday you gave birth, it felt like just yesterday Izuku was holding your hand, comforting you as you pushed. While it was years away, you felt like time was going by too fast. Plopping down on your bed together, Izuku kept his distance, still bitter you left him out there horny and alone like that.

"She's growing up so fast, I miss her being a baby."

"Yeah, but look at it this way, there are still so many things we get to do and teach her. Right now she wants to be you when she grows up, you can start worrying when she's a teenager and discovers boys." 

"Mmmm, no. She's never getting a boyfriend. Not when she's sixteen, not when she twenty."

"You can't prevent it, babe. She's gonna want a boyfriend, one day when she's fourteen and god, why did you marry me? I never should've procreated, I was a monster at fourteen." 

You scooted closer to Izuku as he pulled the blankets over you both. You smiled at Izuku as he slid one arm under your head letting you use it as a headrest, and let his other arm rest on your side, rubbing little circles in your hip.

"I'm not saying never, I'm just sayin' our daughter isn't going to have male friends, and when [D/N] turns fourteen and decides to bring home a boy, well... Who's to stop someone from giving said boys name to someone like, say, your brother?" 

"Mm, that's evil."

"You call it evil, I call it a genius solution."

"Did you mean it when you said you'd always protect me?"

Izuku presses a long kiss against your lips before pulling back and nodding as if it wasn't even a question. 

"Always. Always and forever."

"Even our baby?"

"Of course I'd protect [D/N]."

He says it like it was unquestionable. Like it was the natural order of how things should be. That wasn't what you meant. You chuckled as you smiled at Izuku and grabbed his hand that rested on your hip. You guided it towards your stomach and pressed his palm against your tummy. Your tummy that would soon be swollen. Your tummy that carried his seed and offspring.

"No, our baby Zu'. Baby number two." 

"[Y/N], you're pregnant again?"

His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as he peppered your face with kisses. Joy and pure happiness spread in his orbs, delighted at the prospect of having another child with you. Realization dawned on him as he rubbed your stomach with his hand.

"Oh gosh, this is why you were so mad I scared you. I could've crushed him, or her. I've gotta be more careful."

"Mm, I'm eight weeks along and you know the best thing about it?"

"What's that?"

Your hands trailed up Izuku's shirt and ran up his skin as you bit your lip.

"Makes my sex drive go like crazy."

"Did you talk to the doctor?"

"Yup! We're good to go until the end of the second trimester."

Izuku pressed his lips to yours and you felt complete. You never thought you'd marry your brother's enemies, much less carry not one but two of his kids. You wouldn't change it for the world, you wouldn't change your little family for the world.

[hopetofantasy]

Actress Nora Dari (wtFOCK): “I hope I don't go crazy. I wouldn't be surprised if that happens”

Two years ago she was allowed to bump into Matteo Simoni in ‘Patser’, now your fifteen-year-old knows her as Yasmina from ‘wtFOCK’ and she ended up in Cannes because of the new film by Bas Devos. Where it ends for Nora Dari remains to be seen, but you don't want to get in her way. “You’ve been looking so long for a Moroccan girl who wants to act and then you get me.”

“So I always try to be a bit low key...” She hesitates. "Eumh, do you know what 'low key' means?" "How much of antique do you think I am exactly?" “Gosh. You have a flip cover for your smartphone, I saw.” “Point for Dari. But what are you trying to be a bit low key...” “Huh? Sorry, I have no idea anymore. I was completely distracted by that pigeon over there.” It’s easy to forget - especially when she starts talking in her Genk dialect about her sky-high ambitions or her tough childhood in Winterslag - that Nora Dari is barely seventeen. After all, she’s already accumulated a nice record of achievements in two years. From the Belgian-Finnish crime series ‘Bullets’ (shown on Telenet) and a leading role in ‘wtFOCK’, the online series of SBS and Telenet, to her supporting role in ‘Ghost Tropic’, the most recent full-length movie by Bas Devos, who made the selection of Quinzaine des Réalisateurs in Cannes in May. The day after our conversation at an Antwerp terrace, she  leaves for London, for a fourth and final audition for a lead role in an international film project. “It looks good, but I can't tell you anything about it yet. That’s a tough assignment for me: my whole body really wants to scream. Seriously, I'm pretty much the Moroccan Tom Holland (Spider-Man, and the spoiler king of Marvel's Cinematic Universe). But I'll remain silent!”

How does a large, international production house ends up at your door? Nora Dari: “I started knocking on their door. I'm really not going to sit around and wait for someone to discover me miraculously, so if someone gives me a tip about an interesting movie, I'll go after it myself. I always want more and everything I set my mind to, seems to be working. An international series, ‘wtFOCK’, Cannes with my first film role and now this latest project is also within reach. Can you blame me for believing? In my head, I'm already in Hollywood. First become a Shooting Star at the Berlinale.” Just in between everything? Dari: “You can dream, right? Acknowledgement is not for me - I don't even know who decide such things - but rather, it’s a means to an end. If you end up in the same list of acting prodigies (those Shooting Stars) as Marwan Kenzari, Matteo Simoni and Matthias Schoenaerts, every director knows who you are.” You can also quietly build an acting career in Belgium. Or is that really not an option? Dari: “Why should I linger on a few square meters? My world was so small in Winterslag and now that it’s gradually getting bigger, I really don't know why I should stop at Flanders. Even if ambition is a very dirty word where I come from.”

How? Dari: “Winterslag is a neighborhood where many young people are going into the wrong direction. Big dreams are taboo, apparently. I was bullied, mainly because I wanted to start something with my life. Even if I said that I would one day want to go to New York, I would be laughed at: “Just sit down, Nora! Who do you think you are?”

Keep your head down, keep your nose clean and make sure that you can start working at the age of eighteen: something like that? Dari: *nods* “Graduating and going to work at the age of eighteen seems like quite an achievement in Winterslag. If you hadn't gotten into the wrong shit by then, you would’ve done well. At my school, we had two pupils without an immigration background and otherwise exclusively Turks, Moroccans and Italians from families who were really poor. Our parents worked very hard, you spend a lot of time on the street and bad things sometimes happened. *thinks* There’s a reason why I almost exclusively watch gangstershit movies. I come from a neighborhood where a lot of gangstershit happens. I’ve seen and experienced so many bad things, but at the same time Winterslag is such a big part of who I am and I get very angry when someone else talks about it like I do now. *small laugh* 

I’ll buy a house there one day. It’s still my home, all the beautiful things and all the rotten things in one pile. To be clear: I don't want to romanticize my childhood. Winterslag is hard, but nothing to be sad about. There are so many people who have gone through the same thing. Only, it sucks to be called a whore, because you want to do something that is apparently 'not normal'.”

It dawns on me why you once said that Algerian-Canadian Zaho's song Kif'n'dir summed you up quite nicely. Especially the text 'Je fais la morte pour ne pas mourir'. Dari: “That's what I've been doing for a long time. Keeping myself deathly still and don’t stand out too much. In the long run, you also start to believe what others are telling you, that acting is not for you.”

When did you finally stopping ‘being death’? Dari: “When I was fifteen, when I heard that Adil El Arbi and Bilall Fallah were looking for extras for ‘Patser’. That didn't mean much more than just bumping into Matteo Simoni, but I was sold immediately. In between shots, I approached Adil: “Mr. El Arbi, thank you for opening my eyes. From now on, I’ll go all out for this.” *laughs* We clicked and in the meantime we’ve become friends. I hope he thinks of me when they start recording ‘Patsers’, so that I can show how much I've grown in those two years.”

Not much later, through their casting agency Hakuna, you ended up as a suicide bomber in the Finnish-Belgian Crime series ‘Bullets’. What have I missed? How did you go from a sixteen-year-old extra to such an intense role in a few months? Dari: “I think - if I may say that - they were shocked after my casting. I’ve never thrown myself into a project as hard in my life. Whining. Shouting. Tantrums. All fucking emotions, one after the other. You’ve been looking so long for a Moroccan girl who wants to act and then you get me. *laughs* I've never loved anything as much as acting, so I’m giving everything during a casting. I know that I’m not the best and still have to learn, but I suspect my energy is making up for it. That, and I consider myself a very pleasant colleague. *laughs* I greet everyone in a Genk dialect, always walk around smiling and even bring cookies.

I've always had the feeling that I have to work harder than the rest, because people expect less of me. That's what my father taught my brothers and me. At the Liège boarding school where he studied, he was the only Moroccan in Latin studies: his classmates thought he was weird, because of his origins and the other Moroccans looked at him weirdly, because he aimed higher. "Ah, Mr. pope is back there." In the end it became so unbearable that he enrolled in the TSO (technical school), which was socially accepted.”

How does a 16-year-old feel like a suicide bomber? Dari: “They gave me a background, but I added a few things myself to make it easier. And music helps me really hard too: ‘Qui suis-je’ from Scylla on repeat and then a little method acting in that character. My mother was there on set and apparently got terrified. *laughs* I asked them not to accompany me anymore. When I see them, I come back to myself, while I try very hard to forget myself in front of the camera. I need to be able to get into a role on set. Although it remains very strange to hype yourself up for hours with the mantra 'I'm dying and I'm taking all these people with me'. Fortunately, I can also easily let go. I had to, I had exams the next day. *laughs* Suicide bomber by day, studying economy by night.”

In May you hopped around on the Croisette for the world premiere of ‘Ghost Tropic’. You play the daughter of Khadija, a woman who walks home through Brussels after falling asleep on the metro. Devos makes quiet, poetic arthouse films: it’s a huge leap from teenage series and thrillers. Dari: “It was an adjustment, yes. Before I played in ‘Bullets’, I had never even seen a Flemish film. Not a single one. Or wait: one at school. What was it called? I have to give a speech soon, with its protagonist.”

‘Daens’? With Jan Decleir? Dari: “That one! Everything I had already learned about acting was from Hollywood movies. That enlarged playing style also worked in ‘Bullets’, but when I tried that in ‘Ghost Tropic’, Bas blocked it very quickly. *laughs* "The less you do the better, Nora!" I thought about it all too hard. "Nora, just go." “Yes, but Bas, who am I? What have I been through up to this point?” I have a hard time playing without a backstory in my head.”

Did you learn something from Devos? Dari: “Bas and Maaike Neuville told me in Cannes that I shouldn’t forget to live. I was only busy with what should be my next big step, but I also have to learn to enjoy. Surrendering is nothing dirty, but if I put everything aside for this job, I’ll never be able to put content in my characters. Then they’ll give me a heavy role and I’ll get stuck.”

Sensible advice. Alarm bells already went off when I read in ‘Het Belang van Limburg’ that you certainly wanted to remain celibate until you were 27 and wouldn’t continue your studies, just focussing on your career. Dari: “In the end, I’ll study cross-media management and I’ve come back to that other one as well. *laughs* What?! I’m seventeen, I change my mind completely every month. When I am 40, I don't just want to have a nice IMDb profile to look back on.”

'9000 followers? That is more people than have seen my last film', Devos thought humbly in your Instagram Stories. Dari: “I hope ‘Ghost Tropic’ gets more visitors than I have followers, but I'm not going to bitch if only fifty people come to watch the film in the end. I just like to act and have hardly seen anything from ‘Bullets’ or ‘wtFOCK’ myself. When I'm not on set, I just feel bad. As if I'm not getting the most out of my life. 

At the very least, ‘Ghost Tropic’ gave me another experience and I was able to take my father with me, when we went to the Dominican Republic. My grandfather had passed away just before the shoot and we kind of processed that together there, while we were watching the sunrise at five in the morning. A very tender moment. Very cinematic, too. *thinks* I’m a very passionate person. Everything I experience is immediately very big. It’s all hard, good or bad. So hard that I can't always process all the feelings. *dryly* I hope I don't go crazy. I really wouldn't be surprised if that happens.”

You seem to be especially prone to obsessions. Whether it’s making music, painting or acting: if you decide to do something, everything has to make way for it. Dari: “When I got a keyboard, I was immediately very invested in my music. Making beats to accompany my slam poetry, tinkering at night, searching and keeping my parents awake until they went crazy. And then I suddenly got tired of it and started painting. Swimming. Dancing. I also played soccer for a while, mainly to get my dad's attention. During the 'consultation hour' around the tajine I could never have a chat with my brothers and father, because it was only about football and anime.”

Anime? Dari: “The men in my family are all next-level anime fans. They even speak Japanese to each other. *thinks* And I also plunged into my religion for a while, in between football and slam poetry.”

How? Dari: “When the community center closed its doors around the age of 13 and I saw a whole circle of friends go away in one go, I started clinging to something else. So, faith. At that time I also wore a hijab, because I was convinced that you could only be such a good Muslim. I was really pretty strict and took everything way too literally. Today I understand that you mainly have to look for your own interpretation.”

In the meantime, the average 15-year-old is also going through a storm for the second season of wtFOCK, which can be followed daily on Instagram and wtfock.be, good for about 400,000 visitors a week and more than 8 million watched - or at least started - episodes. Significantly more than the first season, although that also had good numbers. Especially for a series that was deliberately launched in silence. “You’re already bombarded with advertising on Instagram, subtle and less subtle,” says Dari, while she tries so intensely to make eye contact with a waiter that he almost bumps into a glass door. “I don't have any big theories about the future of television, but ‘wtFOCK’ really was a relief. It’s on the internet and you mainly do what you want with it. "Ah, I don't have to look?" That unforced approach works. The worst thing that could have happened to us, was that the press started writing about it en masse: it had to remain a bit mysterious and above all belong to the young people themselves. Normally we don't give interviews either: ‘wtFOCK’ is one big bubble that you shouldn't talk too much about.”

Without any illusions about the appeal of Knack Focus to fifteen-year-olds: is this conversation a good idea? Dari: “Sounds okay to me. I’m more now than just Yasmina? And I think fifteen-year-olds do know Knack.” 

For real? Dari: “That's the book we get in History as source material in class. *laughs* I think I'll stop giving interviews again after this. A little mystery can't hurt.”

SKAM, the Norwegian series of which ‘wtFOCK’ is a remake, became a hit in its own country. That’s not always the case with foreign remakes, except for the Flemish one. It continues to gain popularity. Do you have an explanation for that? Dari: “No idea why things were less successful in other countries, but ‘wtFOCK’ is so good because it is real. We don't disguise anything, don't pour Hollywood sauce on it and talk like I talk to my friends. Apparently, a lot of teachers also follow the series to get a better understanding of their students. Smart, because we tackle all issues a teenager has in a very realistic way.”

The makers of SKAM were prepared with a tour through its country and a survey of Norwegian teenagers. Their biggest conclusion was: no generation suffers as much from performance pressure and comparison anxiety as yours. Dari: “Social media. Instagram is a very beautiful, but at the same time very scary place. A lot of girls now ask me, for example, how they can also enter this profession. But if you ask them why, it turns out that there’s no passion, they just see it as a fast road to fame. Then join ‘Temptation Island’? They see  people like Millie Bobby Brown (from Stranger Things), who is barely fifteen and has a crazy career and they let themselves be hyped about it. I should actually say 'we'. I said it already: I ​​hope I don't go crazy.” *giggles hysterically* 

About 1200 teenagers showed up for the casting of wtFOCK, but the makers did not find their Yasmina there. Dari: *nods* “In the end they also had to call Adil, who gave me the tip.”

Why do you think that is? Dari: “I get angry when someone says they want more diversity, but can't find anyone. *throws arms up dramatically* "They aren't there!" They are there. In my neighborhood alone, so much talent is packed together. You may have to do your best to find them, because if you come from a neighborhood where ambition is laughed at, you’ll not find your way to a casting. Because the TV and film world seem so closed off from the outside - and it is. I also didn't know how to do that, I was just lucky that Adil, Nora Gharib and Ikram Aoulad wanted to help me. They helped me avoid a lot of rookie mistakes. And that I won't sign myself up for Temptation Island or something tomorrow.” *laughs*

Gharib also predicted that as a Moroccan woman she would have problems with ‘Patser’. From the moment you do not portray a classic religious Muslim woman, it seems to already lead to commentary. Dari: “I've had my part too. Women who send to me that I brought shame on the entire Moroccan community, for example, because Yasmina doesn't always wear her hijab. Usually these are women who’ve seen two minutes of the series and then get angry without seeing the context. *blows* You know, I don’t care. If my parents and I are okay with it, then no one has anything to say to me. Criticism slips away from me. It really takes more than an angry DM to get me off my path, I come from Winterslag breeding.”

*** Bas Devos, director ‘Ghost Tropic’:

“I had never seen Nora at work, but her audition video immediately made me curious. At the final casting, where she had to improvise a bit, it was already clear to me after a few minutes. She did a beautiful job. Nora is not trained as an actress, but I often work with a combination of non-professional and professional actors. That really doesn't matter to me. It's all about how naturally someone relates to the camera and how relaxed you are while being filmed. Then very beautiful things can happen. And I think she also liked not having to make her character bigger in an understated film like ‘Ghost Tropic’, as that’s sometimes the case for TV. To hear that you are still playing without doing anything. 

It's cool how she dares to go for something so outspokenly at such a young age, but I did point out to her that working alone isn’t the perfect solution. She’s very fond of that international career, but it is also easy to walk into a wall there. Seventeen-year-olds have to live, right? Well, she's sensible enough, I'm not worried. She'll eventually find the right balance. At the end of the shooting period, she said she hoped we could work together again. I told her that I hope she still likes it by then. *laughs*  Who knows which films will she be in then.”