#though roger said he shouldn't

[ideas-4-stories]

Shanks, trying to impressed Buggy: "I'm so cool, Buggy. In fact, I'm the COOLEST person!" Shanks: "I was once arrested for being too cool. Do you know why I got out of prison?" Buggy: " The charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence?" Roger: "Oooo Burn! Rosted!"

[dna-d2]

So I just realized something that’s total bullshit with the post-timeskip character designs in One Piece.

Everyone’s pissed about how everyone got like ten shades lighter, so Toei or whoever goes “Oh well the dark-skinned thing was just a design error that we couldn’t just stop for no reason, so we waited until timeskip to properly fix it”

But I realized that that is BULLSHIT

And that’s because of ROBIN

So pre-timeskip Robin looks like this, right?

She has the kinda darker skin and blue eyes

While post-timeskip Robin looks like this

Still with the blue eyes but now the way lighter skin, like everyone else

Like I said before, this is because APPARENTLY, back in the day, the anime’s designers didn’t know the official color scheme for Robin back when she first appeared, so they made her look the way she did. Apparently that sorta thing just happened a lot. (Like with Vegeta in that one filler episode of DBZ) So they made her lighter skinned with the intention to “fix” their mistake, along with a few other characters, to properly match the manga

Except it still doesn’t match the manga

In the manga, Robin’s eyes

Are brown

Maybe her skin is a little lighter, but she still doesn’t have blue eyes, which Toei deliberately kept for Robin’s post-timeskip design

And there’s even at least one movie where they also use Robin’s original color scheme, Strong World

Where they keep her brown eyes and not QUITE Caucasian skin tone. It’s definitely still lighter, but it doesn’t seem quite as light as post-timeskip

In conclusion, while I can’t say for sure what the motivation was behind this, I can certainly think it pretty loudly, and I think that it WASN’T just to fix their “animation design errors”

So TL;DR is that Toei really just wanted to make a bunch of the characters lighter skinned for WHATEVER reason and tried to use “manga accuracy” as an excuse and that excuse is bullshit

[writingoddess1125]

okay okay JC hear me, what about Alucare and Vivian interaction ?

Oh I like this! EVIL SMILE 😈 I like this a lot

Oh Hell No-

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Shanks, Mihawk x Reader + Alucare, Vivian

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It had been a exhausting month out to sea, Shanks insisting the crew go to the grandline. Paired with also having Vivian start training to be a pirate like him-

She didn't object to this, her eyes still following her inspiration of Luffy. She worked hard, Went out to assist the crew and learn the ways of the ship and of being a pirate. Much to everyone's surprise however was the two skills she had picked up- Sharp Shooting and Gambling.. Shanks wasn't too thrilled about either however he couldn't lie he was impressed- She had taken up to learning from Yassop on guns while naturally able to win a lot of card games from the crew and walk away with heavy pockets.

Making port in a small Village to do some basic restocks Vivian traveled off to explore the peer. Deciding to spend some of her winnings-

Vivian was blown away, seeing such a pretty guy standing there at the docks. He was older then her by a bit, he had lovely dark hair tied in a low ponytail and dressed in dark clothes ment for training. However it was his eyes- She could see his eyes from there, bright yellow like gold. A feeling of warmth hit her cheeks and chest as she stared- However he must have felt it since he began to look around with a scowl on his face, Vi quickly walking away to pretend she hadn't been staring at the teenager. Her face she was sure was as red as her hair-

"Don't travel far Vi!" Shanks called out, Even though he knew she had a small pistol that Yassop had gifted her. She kept his words in mind and went around the pier to explore, buying a few snacks and so on till a flutter of black caught her eye- Turning to see a smaller sea vessel and a boy standing infront of it like he was impatiently waiting.

"Well I'll be damned- Is that Hawkeye?" Shanks said, Snapping Vivian from her spying fantasy to look up at her father.

"Ah there you are Vi-" Shanks called out as he walked back towards his daughter and saw her red face. Raising a brow at her red face, going to speak on it till his eyes caught the teen still glancing around.

"You know him?" She said softly, Shanks however looked confused as he stared at the teen. Waving for her to stay put while he walked forward to the teen and the sea vessel.

Shanks shook Alucare's hand and smiled at the young man-

Vi watched from afar, It seemed the two talked briefly before the teen headed back to the sea vessel. Returning with two adults, a clearly pregnant women and a tall man looking like the teen but older and with weird facial hair and short hair.

Shanks spoke with the tall man before he waved Vivian over.

"This is 'Hawkeye' Mihawk a old friend of mine, and This is Vi my daughter" Shanks said proudly, Mihawks eyebrows raising at hearing this and stared at Vivian, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"It's nice to meet you Vivian" Mihawk said calmly, (Y/N) however smiled brightly and shook the young lady's hand.

"It's very lovely to meet you Vivian, Shanks" She said calmly and Alucare nodded as well giving a fast greeting to the child.

"It's nice to meet you Vivian" He said as he shook her hand politely- The girl barely able to mutter the words in return as she looked nervous. The teen quickly releasing her hand and offering it to the older red head.

"Nice to meet ya, Damn you look just like your father" He said with a laugh, truthfully he felt a odd clench in his chest since Alucare looked like Mihawk when Roger's died.

"Well since we are all here, why don't we go to the pub near by, I hear they also have good food so it shouldn't be an issue" Shanks suggested with a happy smile, you of course agreeing at this and thinking it would be nice. Mihawk and Alucare giving similar sighs and nodding in agreement-

"This here is the rest of my crew-" Shanks introduced with a smile- Alucare being silent but polite, That was till he saw Ben Beckman and heard his name, Glancing back to his father with pleading eyes that read 'please say no-' But all Mihawk did was nod silently making the teenager deflate slightly. Deciding that keeping his mouth shut was the best option-

A short journey back to Shanks Ship he gathered his crew to all venture to the pub and of course they were familiar with Mihawk but gave sweet introductions to (Y/N) and Alucare.

Shanks set down his drink as his eyes focused, seeing how Vivians cheeks were red, her eyes sparkling and the way she nervously fiddled with her hair. You catching this and seeing her like this as well and how she smiled so awkwardly around Alucare who was clearly seeing this in more of a babysitting light-

Once all introductions were done the pirates filed inside, it didn't take long for drinks to be poured and food to be served. Vivian being seated to a unamused Alucare who seemed to passively be listening to her as she tried to start conversation.

Your eyes wondered around at seeing the drunk patrons, it wasn't like you were in a current condition to drink yourself so the food was your comfort. But you couldn't help but glance to your son every now and again- Shanks also following you gaze.

"Aw, She must have a little crush on Alu" You say with a giggle, Mihawk looking up from his glass at hearing this- his hand still on your lower back to keep you steady from some invisible force.

Shanks whole body seemed to bristle at this voiced notion taking another hard drink of ale.

"No, Vivian is far too... she's-" He stared harder, that's when he saw it. She tucked her own hair behind her ear shyly- he knew that move too damn well it was the one her mother used to do when trying the flirt and a move that lead to Vivians creation paired with other moves much later on.

"Oh Hell No!-" Shanks all but roared. Mihawk smirking into his drink.

This was bound to be entertaining-

[girlkisser13]

about you

"do you think i have forgotten?" "do you know think i have forgotten about you?"

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings/tags: angst with a hint of fluff at the end. set in tfatws. the reader refers to bucky as james.

summary: you reunite with the love of your life.

in the heart of brooklyn, under the soft glow of streetlights, you and your fiancée, james buchanan barnes, shared what would become your final night together. the air was thick with the unspoken fear of the unknown, the looming threat of war, and the desperation of a love that had yet to fully blossom. you clutched his hand tightly, your engagement ring glinting faintly in the darkness, a symbol of a future you both hoped to see.

"promise me you'll come back, james," you whispered, your voice trembling.

he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "i promise. i'll always come back to you."

your goodbye was marked by a kiss, full of longing and fear, sealing a promise that fate would soon break.

your story took a darker turn shortly after his departure. selected for the super-soldier serum experiments, you underwent the same harrowing transformation as steve rogers, albeit with an added layer of peril.

the government was eager to see how the serum affected women, and you became their prime subject. the serum coursed through your veins, granting you strength and agility but also a burden you hadn't anticipated.

when steve plunged into the icy depths, you were there, fighting by his side until the end. you were frozen alongside him, your life suspended in the cold embrace of time. decades passed before you were discovered, thawed out much later than steve, only to find that the world you knew was gone and the man you loved was presumed dead.

years blurred together as you tried to find your place in a world that had moved on without you. you worked alongside steve, fighting new battles while mourning the loss of your past life. the pain of losing the love of your life never dulled, a constant ache in your heart.

when steve found out he was alive, it was like a jolt to your system. the news was almost too much to bear, a mixture of hope and dread.

"james?" you whispered, your heart pounding.

steve looked at you, his eyes filled with sympathy. "he's alive, but he's not the same."

your world tilted as you absorbed the news. you had to see him, to know for sure.

when you finally found him, the man you loved was a shadow of his former self. broken, haunted, and unrecognizable.

"don't tell her, steve," he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. "i don’t want her to see me like this."

"it's too late," you said, stepping out from behind steve. your voice was steady, but your heart was breaking.

his eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of the man you had loved. "james," you whispered, your voice trembling.

his breath hitched at the sound of his name, but then his face hardened. "you shouldn't be here," he said, turning away.

you reached out to touch him, but he flinched, stepping back. "james, please..."

"i'm not the man you remember," he said, his voice filled with pain. "i don’t want you here."

with those words, he walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart shattered into pieces. years had passed since that painful encounter, but the memory still haunted you. you had thrown yourself into your work, trying to forget, but he was always there, a ghost in your thoughts.

when sam called you for backup, you didn't hesitate. you were a soldier, and you knew how to bury your emotions when the mission demanded it. but as you made your way up to zemo's apartment, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in your stomach.

stepping into the room, your eyes immediately locked onto his. his breath hitched at the sight of you, but you didn't acknowledge him, focusing instead on sam and zemo. the four of you discussed the game plan, the tension in the room palpable.

as you all geared up, he pulled sam aside. "why didn't you tell me she was coming?"

sam shrugged, giving him a knowing look. "i figured it was time you two talked. she's all you ever talk about anyway."

he glanced at you, your eyes meeting briefly before you quickly looked away. his heart ached at the distance between the two of you, a distance that seemed insurmountable.

this unspoken chasm seemed to vanish, though, when the fight with the flag smashers erupted. the fight was intense, the chaos of battle a familiar comfort. you moved with the grace and precision of a trained warrior, your super-soldier abilities making you a formidable opponent. but you could feel his eyes on you, always watching, always worrying.

at one point, someone came at you with a gun from behind. seeing the danger, he rushed over and knocked the attacker unconscious.

"james, i can take care of myself!" you snapped at him, your irritation clear.

"i know, but i just worry about you," he replied, his voice soft, almost pleading.

you scoffed, your eyes narrowing. "you didn't seem to care about me when we last saw each other. why do you suddenly care now?"

he opened his mouth to respond, but you had already turned away, your heart aching with the weight of your unresolved past.

after the battle, he found you leaning against a wall, catching your breath. he approached slowly, his steps hesitant. "y/n, can we talk? please?"

you looked at him, your eyes guarded. "you have five minutes."

he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "i'm so sorry for how i treated you. i was lost, and i didn't want you to see me like that."

"when steve told me you were alive, i was terrified you wouldn't remember me. that you wouldn’t remember us," you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

he reached out, taking your hands gently in his. "do you really think i could ever forget you? the thought of seeing you again was the only thing that kept me going when i was being brainwashed. i kept imagining our wedding, our life together."

tears welled up in your eyes as you listened. "i did the same thing."

"i always hoped i would find my way back to you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"then why did you leave me?" you asked, your voice breaking. "if you loved me as much as i loved you?"

he looked down, shame flooding his eyes. "i wanted to find the man you fell in love with. that's why i went to wakanda. i needed to be better for you."

you shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "you could have asked me to come with you. or at least said goodbye. do i really mean that little to you?"

"no!" he said vehemently, his grip on your hands tightening. "you mean everything to me. i was just... i was afraid. i didn't want you to see me like that, to see how broken i was."

he dropped to his knees, still holding your hands. "i’m on my hands and knees y/n. just like i was when i asked you to marry me. please, give me another chance."

a tearful laugh escaped you, and you pulled him up, looking into his eyes. "i forgive you, james."

he cupped your face, leaning in to kiss you passionately. when you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours. "god, i've missed you."

you laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "i've missed the sound of your laugh."

his eyes closed in a dazed smile as you touched his face. "i missed your eyes."

he opened his eyes at your words, the warmth of your touch making him smile.

he kissed you again, the world fading around the two of you. but just as you were lost in each other, a familiar voice interrupted your moment.

"hey lovebirds, we've got work to do," sam called out, smirking.

you broke apart, smiles on your faces. he took your hand, squeezing it gently. "we'll finish this later."

you nodded, "yes, we will."

as the two of you regrouped with sam and zemo, the weight of your past began to lift, replaced by the promise of a future you could finally begin to build together. he couldn't stop looking at you, his heart full for the first time in decades.

"are you okay?" sam asked, his voice low enough for only him to hear.

he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "yeah, i think I will be."

the battle wasn't over, but the both you had already won something more important. you had found your way back to each other again. and together, you could face anything.

last that night, after the dust had settled and your enemies were subdued, the two of you found a quiet corner away from prying eyes.

"i can't believe you're really here," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

you smiled, leaning into his touch. "i'm here, james. and i'm not going anywhere."

he pulled her into his arms, holding you close. "i love you. i’ve never stopped loving you."

"i love you too," you whispered, your voice full of emotion.

you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, knowing that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but at least you would face it together.

"james," you whispered, the name rolling off your tongue like a prayer.

you were the only one who still called him james, a name that reminded him of a simpler time, of the man he used to be. he closed his eyes, savoring the sound. "i love it when you call me that."

you smiled, resting your head against his chest. "you'll always be james to me."

he held you tighter, his heart swelling with love. "and you'll always be my everything."

in that moment, surrounded by the chaos of a world that had changed so much, the two of you found solace in each other, your love a beacon guiding the both of you through the darkness. and as you stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, you knew that no matter what came next, the two of you would face it together, just as you always had.

[m4rv3l-girl]

You and Bucky have been put on a hydra mission with Steve and Sam and bucky doesn't want you to go on the mission because he knows how bad hydra can be. After the meeting briefing, you and Bucky go back to Bucky's room and you both have a massive arguement about the mission and Bucky comes out and says that he can't concentrate on the mission and look after you even though he knew you can look after yourself. So that night you slept in your own room, you and Bucky didn't speak at all for days and even when getting ready for the mission you guys didn't look at each other. While on the mission you got paired with Steve, due to the atmosphere between you and Bucky, while scoping out the place with Steve you get separated and you get losted and end up getting ambushed by hydra and you fight off as many as you can but you end up getting injured badly and Bucky can hear the pain in your voice as you are talking over the Comms and then he hears Steve call for Sam to get you back to base asap because you are hurt badly. After Bucky hears that he feels his heart drop into his stomach and his whole world comes crashing down. Once Bucky gets back to the base he doesn't even change he comes straight to find you and he eventually finds you and you are in the hospital bed with tubes and wires attached to you and wounds covering your chest. He breaks down and sits beside your bed and holds your hand, apologizing about what he said and about what happend, and how much he needs you and he stays by your bed till you wake up and once you wake up you feel him holding your hand and you look down and see him with his head on your bed sleeping with tear stained cheeks and you remove your hand from his and gently stroke his hair and he jumps awake and looks at you in disbelief and starts crying again and you raise your hands to him wanting a hug and he climbs on your bed beside you and wraps his arms around you, telling you how much he missed you and how much he is sorry

Need some heart wrenching angst

And then mega fluff

The Rift

Bucky x Y/N

Warnings: Angst. Slight mention of injury and violence.

The conference room at the Avengers compound was unusually quiet, the air heavy with unspoken tension.

The stark light illuminated the holographic display at the center of the room, where a map detailed the mission ahead: a Hydra base, deep in an isolated forest. Steve Rogers was leading the briefing, his voice steady as he outlined the plan. Beside him, Sam Wilson added occasional notes. But Y/N wasn’t listening—not fully. Her focus kept shifting to the man sitting beside her.

Bucky Barnes’ jaw was clenched, his metal fingers tapping a sharp rhythm against the table. His eyes never left the display, but Y/N knew his attention wasn’t on the mission—it was on her.

"Y/N, you'll be paired with me during reconnaissance," Steve was saying, drawing her attention back. "Sam and Bucky will handle the infiltration. Once we secure the intel, we regroup and—"

"Wait," Bucky interrupted, his voice low but firm. "Why is Y/N even on this mission?"

The room fell silent, every eye turning to him. Steve’s brows furrowed. "Because she's qualified, Buck. We need her skills."

"Qualified or not, she shouldn't be here." Bucky's tone was sharper now, his glare directed at Steve but his words clearly meant for Y/N.

Y/N felt her stomach twist. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice steady despite the surge of anger building inside her.

Bucky didn’t look at her. "You know what Hydra’s capable of. This isn’t like the other missions. It’s—"

"Enough, Buck," Steve cut in, his voice firm. "We’re a team. This isn’t up for debate."

But Bucky’s jaw was set, and Y/N knew this was far from over.

The door to Bucky’s room slammed shut behind them, and Y/N whirled to face him, arms crossed. “What the hell was that, Barnes?”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. “I’m trying to keep you safe, Y/N.”

“I don’t need you to keep me safe!” she shot back, her voice rising. “I’m an Avenger, Bucky. I’ve faced Hydra before, or have you forgotten?”

“That’s not the point!” he yelled, finally turning to face her. “You don’t understand what it’s like. What they’re capable of—what they’ll do if they get their hands on you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare patronize me. I know exactly what Hydra is capable of. I’ve been fighting them as long as you have.”

“And I’m supposed to just watch you walk into their hands?” His voice cracked, the vulnerability breaking through the anger. “I can’t do it, Y/N. I can’t be on this mission and look after you.”

Y/N took a step back, the words hitting her like a blow. “You think I need you to look after me?”

“That’s not what I—” He stopped, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I know you can take care of yourself. But if something happens to you—”

“Then I’ll deal with it,” she snapped. “Like I always do. Or don’t you trust me anymore?”

“That’s not it!” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls. “I trust you. It’s them I don’t trust. And I can’t focus on the mission if I’m worried about you.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of his confession hanging heavy in the air. Y/N’s heart ached, but her anger refused to let her relent. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be on this mission,” she said coldly, turning on her heel and walking out before he could respond.

The days that followed were a blur of strained silences and avoidance. Y/N moved into her old room, leaving the shared space she and Bucky had called home. They barely spoke, each word clipped and professional, the warmth and ease between them replaced by an unbearable tension.

When the morning of the mission arrived, the atmosphere was no better. In the hangar, Y/N strapped on her gear without sparing Bucky a glance. Steve noticed but didn’t comment, though Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly aware something was wrong.

“Let’s stay focused, team,” Steve said as they boarded the jet. “We’re in and out. No risks, no unnecessary heroics.”

Y/N felt Bucky’s eyes on her as she took her seat across from him, but she refused to look his way. If he wanted to act like she was a liability, fine. She’d prove him wrong.

The Hydra base loomed in the distance, a stark fortress hidden among the trees. The team split up as planned—Y/N and Steve circling to the north for reconnaissance while Bucky and Sam took the southern route.

Y/N moved through the forest with practiced ease, her eyes scanning the surroundings. Steve kept pace beside her, his shield at the ready. “You and Bucky okay?” he asked quietly.

“Fine,” she lied, not breaking stride.

Steve didn’t push, but his concerned glance didn’t go unnoticed. They reached the perimeter of the base without incident, using the cover of the trees to scope out the guards and cameras. But as they moved to reposition, something went wrong. A burst of static in her comms was the only warning before the Hydra agents appeared, cutting her off from Steve.

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice crackled in her ear. “Where are you?”

“Separated,” she replied, ducking behind a tree as gunfire erupted. “I’ll find another route back to you.”

“Be careful,” Steve said, his voice tight.

She didn’t have time to respond before the first agent lunged at her. The fight was brutal and chaotic, her training keeping her alive as she took down one opponent after another. But the odds were against her, and it wasn’t long before a blow to her side sent her crashing to the ground.

Her comms activated as she gasped for breath. “Steve,” she panted, her voice weak. “I’m—”

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice cut in, sharp with panic. “What’s happening?”

She struggled to sit up, blood staining her side. “I’m fine,” she lied, her vision swimming. “Just—just a scratch.”

“Sam, get to her now!” Steve barked over the comms.

“On it,” Sam replied, his voice steady even as Bucky’s broke through again, desperate. “Y/N, talk to me. Where are you?”

Her strength was fading fast. “North quadrant,” she managed before the world blurred around her.

When Bucky arrived back at the base, his heart was racing. He didn’t stop to change out of his blood-stained gear, sprinting through the halls until he found the medical bay.

There she was, lying pale and still on the hospital bed, tubes and wires attached to her. The sight stole the breath from his lungs, his knees nearly buckling beneath him.

Her lips were dry and cracked, the faint rise and fall of her chest the only indication that she was still alive. An oxygen mask covered her face, the soft hiss of the machine a cruel reminder of her fragility. IV drips hung beside her bed, delivering what her battered body needed to heal, while monitors beeped steadily, the sound both a relief and a torment.

Bucky’s gaze flicked to her hands—one of them bruised, with faint scratches along the knuckles from where she had fought. His heart clenched at the sight. She had fought so hard, just as she always did, even when the odds weren’t in her favor. The thought made his throat tighten.

She shouldn’t have had to.

His metal hand twitched at his side, a heavy weight he hadn’t noticed until now. The memory of her voice, strained and trembling over the comms, echoed in his mind like a haunting melody. He had failed her. The one person he swore he’d protect, and she lay here now, a broken reminder of his fears brought to life.

Bucky reached out hesitantly, his flesh fingers brushing against hers. Her hand was cold, too cold, and the sensation sent a shiver through him. His jaw clenched as he sank heavily into the chair beside the bed, his body curling forward as if the force of his guilt had physically struck him. He wanted to say something, to beg her to wake up, to scream his apologies into the void—but the lump in his throat made it impossible.

“Y/N,” he whispered, collapsing into the chair beside her. He took her hand in his, the warmth of her skin grounding him even as tears streamed down his face. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out. “This is my fault. I should’ve—God, I should’ve been there.”

He stayed by her side, his head resting on the edge of the bed as exhaustion and grief overwhelmed him.

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The sterile hum of the medical bay was the first thing Y/N registered as she began to wake. The faint beeping of monitors nearby filled the silence, a rhythm that synced uncomfortably with the dull ache radiating through her chest and side. She blinked, her vision blurry at first before the room sharpened into focus.

Her gaze fell downward to find a familiar head resting on the edge of the bed. Bucky’s long hair was disheveled, strands falling over his face as he slept, one hand still clutching hers like a lifeline. The faint trails of dried tears on his cheeks broke her heart in an instant.

Her other hand moved instinctively, trembling as she reached out and gently brushed her fingers through his hair. The soft, repetitive motion caused him to stir, his head lifting abruptly, and his stormy blue eyes locking onto hers in an instant. The emotions that flickered through them—shock, relief, guilt—were overwhelming.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice cracking. “You’re awake.”

Her lips quirked faintly despite the heaviness in her chest. “Yeah,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “Still here.”

Bucky let out a broken sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob, as he reached for her face, his calloused fingers trembling as they brushed her cheek. “God, I thought I lost you. I—” He cut himself off, his voice faltering as tears filled his eyes again.

“Hey,” Y/N whispered, her brows knitting together as she weakly squeezed his hand. “I’m okay, Buck. I’m right here.”

He shook his head, his jaw tightening as he tried to steady himself. “No, it’s not okay. None of this is okay.” his gaze dropped to their joined hands, his metal one gently cradling hers. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve fought harder to keep you safe, should’ve—”

“You fought harder to push me away,” she interrupted softly, the weight of their earlier argument still hanging between them. “I don’t need you to save me, Bucky. I just need you to trust me—to believe in me.”

“I do,” he whispered fiercely, his voice breaking. “I do trust you. I just… I’m so afraid of losing you, Y/N. And when I’m afraid, I do stupid things. I push you away, say things I don’t mean—” His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes tightly, tears slipping free. “But when I heard you on that comm, hurt and fighting for your life, and I wasn’t there…”

Y/N squeezed his hand again, her heart aching as she watched him crumble in front of her. “Bucky,” she said gently, and when his eyes opened, they were shimmering with unspoken pain. “Come here.”

He hesitated, like he wasn’t sure he deserved it, but the moment she reached for him, he broke. In a single motion, he climbed carefully onto the bed, mindful of the wires and bandages, and wrapped his arms around her as gently as he could. His metal arm slid beneath her shoulders while his flesh hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her close to his chest as though afraid she’d disappear if he let go.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. For everything I said, for everything I didn’t say. For not being there when you needed me.”

Her own tears welled up, but she kept her voice steady as she whispered against him, “I need you to stop blaming yourself. None of this was your fault, Buck. And I know you love me—you wouldn’t act this way if you didn’t. But you can’t keep trying to protect me from everything.”

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his hands trembling as they cupped her face. “I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I know I can’t. But I don’t know how to stop being terrified of losing you. You’re my whole world, Y/N. If something happened to you—” His voice cracked again, and he pressed his forehead to hers, his tears spilling onto her cheeks. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

Her heart clenched, her hands lifting to cup his face as she wiped his tears with her thumbs. “I’m not going anywhere,” she promised softly. “We’re a team, Bucky. And I need you to let me fight beside you, not behind you.”

He nodded shakily, his forehead still pressed to hers. “I’ll try,” he murmured. “I’ll try to do better. Just… please don’t leave me, doll.”

“Never,” she whispered back. “I couldn’t even imagine it.”

For a moment, they stayed like that, holding each other as the weight of the past few days began to lift. When Bucky finally shifted, he pressed a soft kiss to her temple before settling beside her, his arms still wrapped protectively around her.

“You need to rest,” he murmured, his voice still raw but steadier now. “You’re not getting rid of me, though. I’m staying right here.”

Y/N smiled faintly, her head resting against his chest. “Good,” she whispered. “I don’t want you anywhere else.”

As her breathing evened out and she drifted back into sleep, Bucky tightened his hold on her, his lips brushing against her hair. “I’ll never let you go,” he murmured.

“Not ever again.”

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There Is No Coming Back From This - Chapter 7

Characters: Stark!Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Summary: "It's her time, Tony. And I hate that as much as you do, but there's some things you can't fix. There is no coming back from this."

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"Are we going to talk about what happened back there?" 

Steve shakes his head, staring out the train window as the rural scenery blurs past him. "No." 

Bucky watches Steve for a long moment, debating on what to say to get through to him.

That was the thing about Steve Rogers. He was so many things all at once. A hero. A protector. A leader. A soldier.

And everything he did, he did with such an intensity and ferocity that there was no swaying the man. It didn't matter that half the time his head and heart were at war with each other. He'd sooner tear himself into pieces than allow himself to be anything less than everything all at once.

"That was serious, Steve." 

"What part of it?" 

"All of it." Bucky couldn't stop picturing Steve like he was on that rooftop. That darkness in his eyes. The hate blooming in his heart. He almost killed a man out of pure hate and unbridled rage. Bucky and Steve had both seen death firsthand, and yet, Bucky had never once seen Steve react quite like that. And while part of it was simply that you were a kid, Bucky would be blind not to see that there was far more to it. It was a glimpse into the life that Steve lived without Bucky. A glimpse of the new family Steve found himself. "You stopped pulling your punches. You almost dropped that guy from the roof. That's not you. And that's not to mention, the self induced heart attack." 

"I haven't felt my heart sink like that since..." Steve's words trail off as he slips back into the memory of that fateful day all those decades ago. 

"Since what?" 

Steve's eyes meet Bucky's for the first time since they boarded the train. They both know the answer to that question. Still, Steve quietly answers, "Since I watched you fall from the train." 

It shouldn't feel like as much of a gut punch as it does. Not after all these decades. But it does. It knocks the wind out of him, "Oh." 

Steve gulps, settling back into his seat. He looks around the empty car for something else to rest his eyes on. He always wondered if the guilt of that fateful day would ever fade, but at this point, seventy years later, he's not sure that it ever will. "Yeah..." 

Bucky doesn't really know what to say to break the palpable tension dwelling in the train car. You weren't even awake to interject with a sarcastic comment or verbal jab.

He knew it was bad when he sort of hoped you'd wake just to give them something else to focus on. The sounds of the train engine rumbling somewhere in the distance is the only thing filling the prolonged, tense silence.

And for the first time in their very long lives, neither super soldier knows quite what to say to the other. 

Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, "You're really attached to this kid." 

It was just another layer of issues between them. Yet another disagreement between the duo. After decades apart, Bucky wasn't quite sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. This Steve was different. Complicated. Still the boy from Brooklyn, and yet so different. These days, they were just as likely to disagree as they were to agree.

You were yet another thing they couldn't find common ground on. Steve's jaw tenses, tenderly watching over you as you sleep off the adrenaline crash from earlier. "I don't expect you to understand." 

Those words hurt Bucky more than Steve could ever know, hitting him like a punch to the lungs. He was right though, Bucky couldn't, didn't, understand. He couldn't understand how Steve had moved on without him. 

"You said she was your niece. You meant that. I know you did." 

"I did. I do." Steve crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head, "Tony... He's complicated, sure, but for a while, we were all a family. The team - we were a family. We all watched her grow up. And Tony - he - he's my friend."

"Not anymore, Steve," Bucky bitterly reminds him.  

"He's the one that arranged for me to go back," Steve admits, his voice just above a whisper. 

Bucky bristles at the new information, "What?"

Steve lets out a shaky sigh, "In spite of everything I did, he let me come back to say goodbye." 

Bucky could hardly believe the word's leaving Steve's mouth. And yet, they were so quintessentially Steve Rogers. He was more worried about what he did to Tony Stark than the fact that Tony Stark was single handedly responsible for sending them both on the run. Instead, Steve sat before him grateful that Tony Stark allowed him to say a final goodbye, as though it undid all the malice and destruction. 

His hands clench into fists, frustration coursing through Bucky's veins, "You didn't tell me that."

"I knew what you would say." Bucky can't help but notice that there isn't an ounce of remorse in Steve's voice. "That it was a bad idea. That I shouldn't go."

"Or I would've told you he was trying to set you up."

"No," Steve softly disagrees. "He knew. He knew I would've regretted it for the rest of my life if I hadn't gone. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself."

"He was never going to let her die. He was always going to do whatever it took."  

"If he hadn't... if he hadn't used the serum, she wouldn't be here right now." Steve stares down at his hand, replaying those few days at the Compound. Tony Stark was many things, but a wallower wasn't one of them. And yet, for days, he watched Tony wallow. He watched as the sleep deprived, heartbroken man wracked his brain to figure out how to save you. The sight of the hollow eyed, ghostly looking man would forever be burned into Steve's memory. "It was an act of desperation, Buck. A desperate man doing a desperate thing." 

"You're not seriously defending what he did." 

Steve shakes his head, his eyebrows furrowing, "No, I just - I know what was on the line for him."

"He's not the only person who's lost somebody."

The muscle in Steve's jaw ticks, "Say what you want about the man, but he's a damn good father. He loves that kid with everything he is. You didn't see what we saw."

Bucky bites back a scoff, "And what is that?"

Steve's eyes flash over to Bucky, and for the quickest of moments, Bucky sees the lingering grief of what almost was consume Steve's normal hopeful demeanor. And though he would never admit it, Bucky's heart breaks a little when he sees Steve gaze float back over to you as you remain blissfully unaware.

It's wrong, he knows. It's wrong to be jealous of a child. It's wrong to want to be the only family Steve has, to be the most important person in Steve's life once more. It's all wrong. He can't fault you for that. He can't fault you for being apart of Steve's family, for becoming the family Steve desperately needed when Bucky wasn't there. And when he digs deep enough, he knows he truly can't blame Tony for how far he went. Not if it left Tony in even a fraction of the pain it left Steve in.

"A broken man about to lose the only thing that ever really, truly mattered to him." Steve lets out a shaky exhale, his words soft and low, raw with emotion, "I don't think he would've survived it." 

And still, Bucky's words come out just as barbed and jaded as before, "So the ends justify the means?" 

"Of course not," Steve grits out, his voice hardening as he speaks to Bucky. Another unacknowledged jab at their lost kinship. "But the man was literally trying to cure cancer to save his daughter. I don't have to agree, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't understand."

"I think that's the most selfish thing I've ever heard you say." 

Steve takes a deep breath, nodding slightly, "I know."

"Being super soldiers cost us everything and more," Bucky reminds him.

"I know."

"She was damned the moment he put that serum in her veins." The words are bitter. Bucky knows it was a petty, vile thing to say. He knows he didn't even really need to say it. Everyone in that train car knew it. It hung in the air as a cold reminder that nothing would ever be the same. 

"I know!" Steve snaps. The two of them watch as you twitch from your deep sleep, waiting for a long silent moment until your breathing evens once more. Steve grabs his sweater from beside him, lying it over your huddled body. He watches you for a long moment, recalling the night Tony did the unthinkable. After all, isn't that what he told him? There was no coming back from it. With one, desperate, impulsive act, Tony Stark had given and taken your life. "But she had no say in how far he was willing to go. She didn't choose this." 

"This doesn't end well, Steve. Not for all three of us. Not like this." 

"I know," he softly exhales. 

"This doesn't get easier, Steve. We both know that." 

Bucky isn't sure what it is that shines bright in Steve's eyes, desperation or delusion, "We need a plan. That's all. A plan. We'll be fine. It'll be fine." 

"Who are you trying to convince?" 

Steve doesn't answer the question. He knows he doesn't really need to. He may not have been able to save Bucky, but he knows, deep down, he can still save you. He whispers, his voice soft with desperation, "We just need a plan." 

"One hell of a plan." Bucky stares down Steve for a long moment. He hasn't seen a determination this fierce in Steve's expression since the Accords. In that moment, Bucky knows that there's no way in hell Steve is leaving you behind.  And while Steve may have built a family in those years without Bucky, Steve was still the only family Bucky had left. So in spite of all the layers of complexity and distance between the two of them, he chooses the only family he's ever known. There's no way in hell he's leaving behind Steve. He takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So where do we start?" 

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[quinloki]

period sex and aftercare and /BUGGY/ are so big brained can i ask for those two plus dacryphilia with buggy and croco-baby and maybe a secret third character (your choice) if you feel up to it!!! Thank yooouuu!!! :o)

Alright, I got ONE MORE KINK ASK after this and I'll be all done with them \o/ Holy shit I can't believe how many asks I got for this (And how much fun I've had dealing with them.)

It helps a lot that I love kinks, kinky people, one piece characters, and learning/educating >.>

Alright we got Period Sex, Aftercare, Dacryphilia (the crying kink) - For Buggy and Sir Crocodile - and since you called him Croco-baby I'll add Donquixote Doflamingo to this.

I am surprised with as often as I feel like I've seen the crying kink pop up that I haven't already done it for ANY of these guy =O

And also yay \o/ AFTERCARE ASK \lol/

Go go alphabetical!

Buggy:

Period Sex - FUCK Yes - It's messy, it's red, it's kind of flashy actually, and Buggy loves it. You don't grow up on the most famous pirate ship in the world without being comfortable with all sorts of things. I feel like everyone under Roger's flag was, we'll say educated, and as such I can't see anyone from that crew being put off by menstruation.

Plus, orgasms are a cure for some, and there's one way to find out if it works for you to alleviate any cramping you may be feeling. You're going to be a complete mess by the time it's done though, Buggy's a little blood-lusty, surprisingly maybe, but he gets feral, and more so than with lipstick or makeup, he loves to "mark" you.

Aftercare - Oh god you don't even know - He is a terribly stressed clown, but I also think he's a big damned softie too. Buggy really is just as comfortable brushing your hair as he is ordering the crew around. Maybe more so, honestly. All that hair he has though, and that makeup he wears, the man's skin and hair care routines are on point as much as his eyeliner game. He will take care of you after every session, even if he subbing or bottoming some of it.

I think Buggy's desire to serve is almost as strong as Sanji's honestly. If you're an important person to him, he doesn't want to let you down, and he will devour your praises. But he's also The Captain™, and no matter what his role was, he's going to provide you proper aftercare.

Dacryphilia - No. - Sure sometimes tears happen. Sometimes you're so overwhelmed they slip out, sometimes you are chocking on the impressive package this man has. Sometimes tears happen, but Buggy doesn't like tears. He doesn't want to see you cry. If your makeup smears he wants it to be cause of sweat and pleasure and touch, not because you're crying. He's not even good at handling happy tears, let alone any other kind.

Buggy's more of let-him-do-the-crying-for-both-of-you type. He'd happily be the only one stressed to the ends of his capacity, than to have you worry. (Which probably worries you xD it's a bit of a cycle like that).

Sir Crocodile:

Period Sex - Yes - He doesn't mind the mess. The cause doesn't bother him. The only reason it doesn't rate higher is because it's hard to know if your period will heighten your pleasure or your pain - that lack of control bothers him, no matter how well or fast he can adjust accordingly.

He also doesn't see it as marking you the same way some others do. It's your blood, not his. It has a scent that isn't his or his cigars. If anything it's an annoyance because you should smell like him, and you shouldn't ever be hurt enough to smell like blood. You shouldn't be close enough to violence to even know what blood smells like, at least as far as he's concerned. But he'll soothe your cramps and discomfort in any way he can when it's that time.

Aftercare - Oh god you don't even know - As said before, Crocodile is all about control, and aftercare is required for control. You don't want to leave your little bottom/sub spiraling with all sorts of thoughts on their own. Whether we're talking toxic AU or not. Aside from the control though, he enjoys it. It's time to bond, to discuss, to connect. The more he knows about you the more control he can exert.

The more control you can hand over.

Plus, as beautiful as you are in his clutches, you're just as beautiful in his care.

Dacryphilia - FUCK Yes - Oh please cry for him. Sob in terror or pleasure or pain, he's not picky. Your face in tears is as lovely as your face contorted in pleasure. The only requirement is that those tears are his fault. No one else is allowed to make you cry.

As much as he will pull tears from you - and most sobs of pleasure as long as you're good - he'll kiss them away so sweetly. Brushing them aside so kindly, and with such praise.

Donquixote Doflamingo:

Period Sex - FUCK Yes - Not only is it a mess, it's a bloody mess. Doffy's a bit twisted and I can see him actually smearing the mess all over you while he's taking a break between railing you. He's not doing it so much to mark you, as he is to almost degrade you. He'll tell you how dirty you are, covered in blood and cum and tears - he 100% gets into degrading you during it.

Sometimes being on your period can make you more sensitive to pleasure, and sometimes it makes you more sensitive to pain - it doesn't matter as far as he's concerned. He'll get his pleasure at the least, and he'll enjoy turning you into a mess in the meantime.

Aftercare - Yes - Unless he's truly into you, don't take this as some kind of kindness. Aftercare is a good time to learn and bond, and for Doffy that generally means it's a great time to reinforce all his manipulations. It lets you think he cares (again, *maybe* he does), and pulls you closer into his grasp.

A truly skilled puppeteer doesn't necessarily hide the strings, he just makes sure you don't pay attention to them when you should be >.>

Dacryphilia - Oh god you don't even know - Cry for him, please. Crumble to pieces in pleasure, fear or pain - whatever it may be that you've earned at the point in time. If you're overwhelmed in pleasure he'll promise you such sweetness and devotion. If you're overwhelmed with fear he'll admonish you softly and forgive you magnanimously. If pain stains your face he'll have you begging for forgiveness, a forgiveness he'll bestow on you when he feels like it.

Perhaps after you've gone raw and hoarse from tears and begging.

Much like others who enjoy making their partners cry, it is a pleasure reserved entirely for him and no one else. Members of his immediate family may get an understanding pass, circumstances depending, but anyone beyond that is likely to be dealt with swiftly.

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Say it Back

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 940

Summary: "Why didn't you say how bad it was?" Requested by Anon for milestone celebration

Warnings: ANGST, major cliffhanger, injuries, mentions of blood.

Frantic hands smoothing over your skin pulled you from your haze, your blurry vision working to clear as a face crowded you. Steve. 

You couldn't hear him, not yet at least. Your ears were ringing terribly and everything else was muffled. You saw his lips moving though, and that worried furrow in his brow that he tried to hide from everyone. Everyone but you. Never from you. 

You watched as he looked down, his face palling at whatever was there. You followed his gaze, the red river pouring from your stomach reminding you of what happened. How you got here. The men you fought while protecting hostages your team hadn't known were in the building. 

You'd told Steve you'd gotten them out, and you had after killing the last enemy. You told him you'd been injured but that you'd be fine, because you thought you would. You thought you'd get out in time. 

But as you led the last of the hostages through the back door into the clearing that led to the quinjet, all you remember was a loud boom before your world went black. 

Your hearing slowly came back as you focused on Steve's words, trying your hardest to make out what he was saying, the words finally coming through just enough. 

"What happened?" He asked, applying as much pressure to your abdomen as he looked out, searching for what you didn't know. 

"B-bomb - I think," You muttered back, trying not to wince at the hoarseness in your own voice. 

You saw the moment he thought back to what you'd said to him before the explosion, how you weren't hurt too badly, as he inspected the wound. 

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?" He asked, his voice breaking as he again raised his head to look out, probably watching for the rest of the team.

You shook your head, "It wasn't. . . when I told you. . ." You knew that was bullshit, and so did he. But it was what you'd thought at the moment. You hadn't taken the time to assess yourself before getting the others out. 

Instead of fighting you on it, though you could see in his eyes that he'd reprimand you for it later, he reached up to his ear piece, calling for assistance, refusing to take his other hand off your wound to move you. You could tell you'd already lost so much blood, the dizziness in your head and the blurriness around the corners of your vision clues enough. 

So did the red staining your fingers as you raised them to trace Steve's cheek, smearing across his skin as he turned to look at you again. 

You stopped panicking a while ago, letting your body and mind calm as you came to a sort of understanding within yourself. This could be your last moment. 

These could be your last seconds. 

You wanted to spend those seconds memorizing his face, even if it was filled with worry and those tears you hated seeing had started spilling from his eyes. You took in all of it. The way his brows furrowed and creased his forehead and the way his lips parted as his breath fanned your face. The disheveled state of his hair after he'd thrown or lost his helmet somewhere. 

You wanted to remember all of it, no matter what happened. 

Knowing Steve like you did, you knew he was going to be blaming himself, having been the one to send you this way. You were supposed to have one of the new agents with you, but they'd caught the flu and you assured him you could do it on your own. 

There wasn't supposed to be a bomb. 

"Steve," You breathed, his eyes landing on yours again, "It's not your fault." 

"I should've gone with you," He muttered, "I shouldn't have let you go alone. No matter what." 

"It's okay," Your voice was faint now, and your body had started to go numb, limp in his hold, "It's okay." 

Something flashed in his eyes and you heard him call for backup again, telling them to 'hurry their asses' to which you let out what you thought was a giggle, but just came out a choked sound. 

"Language, Steven," You scolded him, giving him a smirk as he looked down at you and shook his head. 

"Really?" He asked, "Right now?" 

You huffed at that, the feeling in your fingers against his face starting to lose their feeling. You could barely feel the scratch of the stubble that he hadn't shaved yet. You couldn't stop the burning in your eyes as tears gathered along your lashes. 

"I love you, Steve," You muttered, doing your best to squeeze his chin, though you doubted he could even feel it. "Take care of them, okay?" 

He knew who you were talking about. The team. 

"Don't talk like you're not making it out of here," his voice broke and his lip wobbled but his face was set in stone. "I'm getting you home." 

"I know you are," You gave him a weak smile, "But don't be too hard on them, alright? And don't . . . don't isolate. . . okay?" 

He took one hand off your abdomen, reaching up to brush his fingers against your cheek, wiping the tears as he nodded, his facade cracking and falling as tears of his own splashed your chest. "Okay." 

"It's rude not. . . not to say it back." You raised your brows the best you could at him, your heart cracking at the broken sound that escaped his lips. 

"I love you too, honey," He leaned down pressing his lips to yours, "I always will." 

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Happy Wetnessday 💦

I hope you're doing well.

This Wetnessday you're a professor in professor Rogers universe. Since he is already taken (sorry) you fall into a romance with another professor.

Who is he? What does he teach? How did you meet? How is your dynamic? Does he make you forget about Professor Rogers?

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

Hi Wetnessday Anon! 🩷

Now that was cruel. Not because you took away Steve, I would be only pouty about that. But you said I'm in professor Rogers' universe AND THEN took him away! That's like hanging a delicious, stuffed chocolate bar in front of me and then taking it away 😤

But fiiine, fiiiine, I will find myself another hot professor to erase the pout from my face.

I could go for the welcoming, flirty and approachable professor Ari. He's so hot and such a sunshine, it's so easy to be around him and with him 🥹🫠 I really should go for him.

But there's something wrong with me today, because I crave mean professor Andy 😳🫣 I blame it on all the evil pixies drowning me in awful Andy content last year. Professor Andy isn't a crazy psycho, but he is very mean and degrading in the hottest way.

He is admired and described as a hardass, but a fair one. He can be a bit moody, but students forgive him the more demanding lectures, because he also carries passionate and fun ones.

Andy is a law professor and as such you shouldn't have a lot of common with him when you start working at the university, since you teach a different faculty. You'd probably only meet in passing and spend some time at the official parties.

However, he's the one the dean introduces you to first, simply because you bumped into him on your tour after signing the contract.

Andy wasn't in a welcoming mood at all, but he still offered a smile and a warm if short greeting. Though his face shifted into cloudy annoyance when the dean got a phone call and without previous agreement he sort of dumped you onto Andy to show you around.

And he's not happy about it.

No, he's not in rush, but he's not much interested in playing a babysitter for the Ice Queen. And he says as much, readjusting his cufflinks.

Your spine hardens into steel at the mention of the nickname you've been given by colleagues in the past.

Because you don't enjoy getting wasted after the conferences, because you refused quite a few flings, because you focus on keeping to yourself and allegedly reported a romance at your past job (you didn't, but that fucker Ransom still thinks it's because of you that he had to break it off with the student; he's the one who gave you the nickname and a snide remark that you were jealous of him not wanting to touch your frigid ass).

"I may be the Ice Queen, but you're an asshole." You tilt your chin and give him a freezing look.

"Someone should play with your asshole to loosen you up."

There should be retort at the tip of your tongue. You're already forming it. But for a second your brain stumbles in attaching the right wires into right spots, instead igniting with the image of Andy's velvety voice cooing at you as his fingers scissor that tight hole.

"Ah!" A dark spark ignites in his blue eyes at your pause.

"Is that it, Ice Queen?" He takes a step into your personal space and you make the mistake of taking a step back. Which he follows, backing you against the wall as he taunts:

"Do you need to be used thoroughly like a needy slut, so that your brilliant, calculating brain switches off and you melt into a puddle?"

"Stop it." You huff, trying to glare at him. But you can't hide the shortening of your breath as Andy presses even closer.

"No, I don't think I will." He chuckles and it's a scarily seductive sound that heats your blood. "And I think you will love it when I keep pushing... and ruining... and filling your holes."

[dyns33]

Strange way of life part 2

Heyyy ! It took me forever to write part 2 and I'm not sure yet if I'll do a part 3 or not but if you were patient enough, here's the new adventures of Cooper Howard and his soulmate

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Sometimes, Y/N didn't know whether to look at Lucy with admiration or concern.

One of her cousin's greatest qualities was her kindness. An infinite kindness, fueled by optimism and an almost blind trust in humanity. It was truly beautiful, but also extremely dangerous and maybe a little stupid in the wastelands.

It would be a lie to say that Y/N wouldn't have hesitated to save the Ghoul, soulmate or not. After everything he had done to them, she wasn't sure she could forgive him. But at the same time, she didn't necessarily want him to die.

So she had watched Lucy give him all those vials that he seemed to need. The cowboy had stared at them, before turning his gaze to Lucy, then to Y/N. He was visibly lost. He too would have hesitated to help himself, no doubt.

Leaving him in front of the Super Duper, the two women continued on their way, looking for the supervisor, and with the hope of finding Maximus again.

On the way, Lucy talked more about him than her father, so happy to have finally met her soulmate.

"Do you think he'll be disappointed that I got married ? Even if it only lasted a few hours and I'm now a widow ? Oh, he might be unhappy not to be my first ! Do you think I should tell him about Chet ?"

"You shouldn't tell anyone about Chet."

"He's so handsome, and he seems so kind, so brave. My knight in metal armor, like in the movies. Maybe you'll meet your Cooper soon ! Can you imagine ?!"

"Yes, I imagine…"

Y/N could have confided in her. Not only would her cousin not have judged her, but she would have done everything to comfort her in this difficult moment. The problem was also that she would have started looking for positive sides in the Ghoul, even to the point of suggesting that they turn around to go back and get him.

Carrying this secret alone was still very painful. Since she was little, she dreamed of this meeting, of this man, the one who would love her, protect her, make her happy. The fabulous Cooper Howard.

As they tried to rest in a ruined building, Y/N took the time to think about all this. It might not have been a good idea, but she couldn't help it.

She could accept his appearance. The poor man wasn't responsible for the mutations he had undergone, and as Lucy said, it was character and actions that mattered most in the end. The problem was that the Ghoul had a horrible character and his actions were even more unforgivable.

That he needed these drugs, she could accept too. She had seen what would happen to him if he didn't take them, after he had shot that Roger guy in the head. It had shocked her cousin, but it was obvious that it was an act of mercy.

Maybe the only way for him to get those drugs was to sell innocent people. Maybe. Y/N couldn't pretend to know what she would choose to do in this situation, to ensure her survival. She had been lucky to be born and raised in a vault.

But he hadn't even tried to talk to them. He had immediately treated them like animals, not giving them a chance, knowing that they knew nothing about this world.

"Asshole." she mumbled, holding back tears. "All this time hoping and he's an asshole."

"Hmm… What ?"

"Nothing, Lucy. Sleep."

After years of praying to meet him, Y/N now prayed to never see him again. It seemed that fate had a problem with her, because when they had just found her uncle, who also happened to be a horrible person, the Ghoul came out of the shadows to shoot him, asking where his family was.

It was surprising that he let the supervisor go, after the carnage he had caused in Philly. He seemed to be a pretty good shot though.

"We all want answers." Cooper Howard said without looking at them, staring into the distance. "If we follow him, we'll find them. Unless you want to go back to your hole, safe, away from all this shit."

Lucy's decision was clear when she shot her mother in the head to end her suffering that had lasted far too long, then got up to follow the cowboy.

Even though it seemed to impress the Ghoul a bit, his eyes fell on Y/N when he turned around and only on her, displaying a strange mixture of hope and fear, as if he himself did not know if he preferred that she come or that she return to her shelter.

He said nothing when she took her cousin's arm, hugging her to walk together in the Mojave desert.

Several times, she had the impression that he wanted to talk to her. He glanced at her, he sighed, mumbled. For no reason, he handed her his gourd of pure water, without ever offering it to Lucy, but letting her pass it to her cousin.

Neither of them broached the important subject however, nor what had happened before they understood who they were supposed to be to each other. It was Lucy, completely ignorant of their situation, who put her food in it.

"An apology for the way you treated us would be nice, if we have to travel together."

"Really ? An apology, sugar ? And who's going to apologize for my face ? What happened to my family, to the world ? Hmm ? Because if I have to do what I do to survive, it's certainly not my fault."

"But it's not ours either ! We didn't know about my father, and we're going to find him so he can face justice in a court of his peers."

"… She's for real ?" Cooper asked, staring at Y/N. "Really ? She's saying what I hear, meaning every word ?"

"… Yes, I'm afraid so."

"As the sheriff says in the sublime The Man from Deadhorse, it's not…"

"Damn, I know what that stupid sheriff is saying, I'm… I mean, I was… Whatever, that guy was an idiot, and I'm not going to apologize for the state of the world."

"That would still be nice." Y/N mumbled as she stopped looking at him, snuggling into her blanket by the fire.

Her remark was followed by a long speech on morality and honor that Lucy seemed to care a lot about, not realizing that the Ghoul wasn't listening to her at all, focused on her cousin.

For her part, Y/N was trying to accept that her soulmate had died, 200 years ago now, leaving only a vague memory and a few movies, and that the man standing next to her had nothing to do with Cooper Howard.

Apparently, he was cruel enough not to make it easy for her.

It had been a while since Lucy had finally fallen asleep, and Y/N had just fallen asleep too, when she was suddenly woken up, feeling something on her. Grimacing, the bounty hunter stammered incomprehensible words, leaving her a second blanket before returning to his guard post, turning his back on her.

She hesitated, telling herself that he was not the one she had always been waiting for, but it was stronger than her, she ended up going to sit next to him.

"You should rest." he growled while continuing to look at the desolate plains.

"Thanks for the blanket. Aren't you going to be cold ?"

"Nah, don't worry about lil old me, sweetie. Go back to sleep, because if you're too tired to follow us tomorrow, I'll abandon you in the middle of the desert."

"You won't do that." She said, unable to hold back a smile.

"Hmm. Maybe not. If you want to risk it."

The silence could have been awkward, but Y/N took a deep breath, observing the starry sky and the vast lands that stretched out before them as far as the eye could see. If you forgot that it was the result of an explosion, now populated by wild creatures and even more dangerous people, it was quite beautiful.

As discreetly as possible, she also looked at the Ghoul, trying to find the face she had seen on screen so often. There was something in his eyes, in addition to his cowboy disguise. Was he filming a new movie when it happened ? How had he lost his family ? She had so many questions.

"You don't want to know." He sighed, still without a glance at her.

"What ?"

"Trust me, sweetie. You don't want to know, and you don't want anything to do with me. When this is over, you'll go back to your lil shelter, you'll find a nice guy, like I found my wife, and you'll be very happy. A pretty girl like you, it won't be complicated. You… NO !"

Without realizing it, Y/N had come closer, and her hand had landed on his in a thoughtless gesture. As if it had burned him, Cooper Howard had immediately pulled away, getting up to get as far away from her as possible, looking at her as if she was crazy.

Near the fire, Lucy continued to sleep.

"Radiations. Bad idea, sugar. Keep your distance."

"But…"

"No 'buts'. You deserve better, okay ? Sorry about that, and the rest. I'll check that there's no danger around."

Slightly troubled, Y/N returned to the fire, while the bounty hunter went to check that his scream had not attracted anyone. Even if she did not think that he would leave her behind if she was exhausted, she ended up falling asleep, without even thinking about the fact that she had been entitled to an apology, and perhaps some hope.

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      SPEAK NOW - SHANKS X READER (+ BUGGY)

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read.

I need a man. You are still just a boy.

These words tattooed themselves into the back of Shanks' mind until they were all he could remember, burned into him forever. In a short time, that one moment had become his creed and code, his reason for living.

And yet, he had given up on you.

He hadn’t given up on you as a person, or you as a friend - he still cared for you greatly, and respected you greatly. But he had given up any romantic pursuit of you. All he desired now was to become the best man he could be, and to stand by your side while you married Mihawk.

It was right. It felt right.

There was just so much to do, these days, and such little time to do them - normal piracy business of course, but in addition to that, the management of Roger’s health and the planning of a wedding had weighed heavily on his thoughts.

And now it was that day.

You had been getting ready for several hours when Shanks thought maybe he should visit you - that maybe you needed someone, and maybe he should be that someone.

He rose from his seat in the cathedral-

"Buggy, stay with Roger-"

"Hey, what're you doing?"

"I'm going to help her get ready," Shanks responded. "Usually people have bridesmaids for that."

Buggy just grumbled something under his breath.

You'd want him, wouldn't you? You'd want him there? You would want him to help you, like he had always done and would always be there to do, before you took your first steps into a new life?

Shanks was betting that you would.

...

Three knocks at the door.

"Come in," you called out, assuming it wouldn't be Marines or rival pirates or anyone else, assuming that the cathedral filled with the most feared pirates of your time would be enough to protect you.

You were correct in that assumption.

"Feels wrong to see you," Shanks said, closing the door behind him. "Though I guess it shouldn't."

"Is it... is it okay?" you asked, spinning a bit in your dress.

"It's lovely," he said.

"Thanks. Buggy helped me pick it out."

Buggy? Well, he shouldn't have been surprised. He knew you trusted Buggy with things you wouldn't tell him, or perhaps things you felt would be a waste of his time.

"Anything else?" you said, eyes tracing over him.

Yes. Yes. So much else.

"No," he said. "You're perfect."

Shanks was the bigger man. He always had been. In quarrels with Buggy, in competing with Mihawk, in not letting his love for you get in the way of your life. Above all, he refused to let anything keep him from being kind. He refused to cause your unhappiness, even if it met letting you get married without telling you everything he truly felt.

What was there to say, anyway? Later on, Shanks would marvel at the messiness of that age, and how he managed to conduct himself in the first place: his thoughts, his affections, were so new, so unformed. Even if he had insisted you hear him out right then, he wouldn't have even known what to say.

That you were beautiful? The smartest pirate he knew? That he wanted to have you by his side forever?

...Well, maybe he could've started there.

For now, you smiled at him brightly, and moved to kiss him on the cheek. But he moved, right then, as he'd noticed a stray blue hair on your white skirt, and meant to pick it off before you left-

And you kissed him on the mouth, just kissed him, and it was completely on accident but totally on purpose, and it lasted for a long time, maybe forever, maybe two seconds.

"I'm sorry," Shanks said as you broke apart, and you couldn't look at him. Nothing hurt quite as much as that. You held your hand to your mouth, seemingly unable to process what had just happened, and what it meant, and if it really had to mean anything, and you couldn't look at him, and really, nothing hurt quite as much as that.

"It was an accident."

"Yeah, it was," he reassured you. "That's all it was."

He was telling you he'd keep it a secret, that it would never be known, that you could get married and never kiss anyone else again and be a good girl all your life with an unblemished record, and Mihawk would never ever have to know, and every time Shanks looked at you he would want to die, but he would take the secret of that kiss and all that it meant to him to his grave. This was his promise to you, the one he made in the few breaths between sentences, in the breaths between you as you had pulled away.

You nodded to him, and he nodded back.

"Do you want me to get Roger?" Shanks asked finally. "Everyone's out there-"

Suddenly, Buggy burst through the curtains, red-faced.

"Shanks, I need to talk to you."

"What's going on? Where's Roger?"

"Shanks," repeated Buggy, warningly.

"Anything you have to say, you can say it in front of her."

Buggy's eyes flitted from you to Shanks, feeling guilty for what he was about to do.

"Mihawk isn't here," Buggy said, and your heart sank. "...He didn't come."

"He's probably just held up," Shanks assured you. "Maybe he got in a fight or something."

"He sent a letter."

You collapsed to the floor, white dress spilling around you. Shanks stared down at you.

"Alright," said Shanks, rubbing his temple. "...Where the hell is this letter?"

...

Darling,

By the time you read this, I will be gone.

I must start by saying I am madly in love with you, and always will be. I wish more than anything I were there with you now.

Regrettably, I attracted some Marine trouble on my last job. I did not wish to bring it back to you, but I would be lying if I did not confess that is not the only reason why I am not with you today.

The bitter truth is, my name has become more known than I could have predicted. I had planned to be a swordsman, a pirate, and most of all, your husband - but fate has disrupted those plans, making it impossible to return to you now. After I became known as the World's Greatest Swordsman this past summer, thousands have come looking to challenge me and my bounty has tripled. It occurred to me that it would be unwise to lead anything but a solitary life for as long as I am such a wanted man.

Please do not believe this has anything to do with you. I still mean every word of all that I told you. You are the love of my life.

Do not wait for me. I do not know if I can ever return to you, and certainly not how long it will take. My best wishes to your family, and please inform Shanks and Roger of my regrets. They are good people, and I am sorry to have hurt them.

In the meantime, I will think of you.

Yours,

Mihawk.

...

You were inconsolable for days.

It didn't matter how many fights you'd been in, or how much you had escaped, nothing petrified you more than the moment you had to walk back down that aisle, Shanks and Buggy flanking you from either side, while you told all the guests that the groom would not be attending his own wedding.

That Dracule Mihawk had left you.

It took all the convincing in the world from Shanks and Rayleigh to convince Roger not to go after him himself. He couldn't, in his condition, and Shanks was sure it would be the thing that killed him. Besides, Shanks wanted the honor himself, even though he wouldn't allow himself to have it.

He's the bigger man, right? Right?

But he hated how much you wept. It rocked the ship, feeling like the storm was inside the walls rather than in the ocean. You were being torn apart, punished, killed.

"Did I cause it somehow?" you wondered aloud, voicing to Shanks the irrational fear that had been clouding your mind for days. "Did he know that I would-"

"No, don't say that. Please don't say that," he pleaded, softer than you imagined he would. "He sent that letter days before."

Shanks couldn't let the thing that had hurt you the most be his fault.

"Still, is it because he thought-"

"He's a very direct man. If it were anything else, any other reason, he would have said exactly that."

It was true, you knew. He would have. It was something you loved about-

Loved. There it was, that word again. You love Mihawk, present tense. You wouldn't allow yourself to say you loved him. That would mean it was really over, and you couldn't accept that just yet.

And for the fifth time that week, Shanks left your room, feeling more torn up than before, still unable to fully put that kiss into words. It could not be spoken, as that would make it true.

For the first time, Buggy was waiting outside. He and Shanks exchanged looks.

"Is she... better?"

"No," said Shanks. "More of the same."

"Should I...?" Buggy cleared his throat. "Alright. I'll talk to her."

Buggy knew rejection - he felt it a lot - not just from you, but from the world. If anything, you had accepted him the most. Maybe he could offer a fresh perspective.

Whatever he expected to see when he opened that door, it wasn't this. You were still in your dress - the one he picked for you, he remembered with a pang - and lying flat on the floor. Without hesitation, Buggy laid down next to you.

"Well, you look rough."

For the first time since, you laughed. Something about the way he said it, something about the way it struck you. You did look rough, and Mihawk wasn't coming back. The truth was easier to accept when it came from Buggy.

"I'm sorry I've disappeared," you admitted. "It's just been too much."

"I know. It's time to come back, though. Things are getting serious with Roger."

Shanks had declined to share that information with you.

"Is he...?"

"We're disbanding in a week," Buggy confirmed. "After that, I don't know - he's talked about sitting down each of us, so I think he's gonna do something."

"I think he's going to turn himself in," you confessed.

"No way."

"That's what Rayleigh told me he was thinking about."

"Rayleigh never tells me anything. He hates me."

"That's not true."

"...I don't mind."

For awhile, you both sat in silence. It was nice.

And you decide you might change your clothes tomorrow.

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Marvel: Let Us Teach You - Chapter Eight

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Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

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"Okay daddy, I trust you" I say. "What will you show me?"

"We'll start with something small, is that okay doll?" I nod to him, wanting him to know I said yes. Steve smiles at me, taking a deep breath, he swallows hard before speaking again.

"Lie back on the bed doll"

(Bucky and Steve have a daughter, and they teach her about sex)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,147

P.s... This fic is not for everyone, it has incest. That is not a thing everyone likes reading, so if you don't like reading stuff like that, this isn't the fic for you. I'm no condoning any of this, this isn't real life, this is fanfiction :)

"Is everything okay?" I asked, a little worried. I wait for Steve to put the phone down and he frowns, putting his hand onto my cheek, holding me slightly. 

"I've got a mission love" He speaks, I see why they were both frowning now. "It shouldn't hopefully take too long, I should be home tonight"

"Okay daddy" I smiled sweetly. Steve reached over pressing a kiss to my lips, and then to Bucky's and then he leaves. I feel a little sad, but I look at Bucky with an idea. 

"We could always go on a ice cream date?" I suggest, Bucky looks at me with a wide smile. "An ice cream date huh? Sounds like fun, sure doll"

"I'll go get dressed" I beam, running off to my rom, I dressed in a cute yellow summer dress that ended  just above my knees. I left my room to see Bucky was ready to leave too. 

"You look real cute doll" He smiles. 

"Thank you daddy" I grin, leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

"You're very welcome doll, you ready to go?"

I slipped my shoes on and nodded, following him out of the house, we walked to his car, and began driving. I wasn't sure which ice cream place he was taking me to, but we had drove for a lot longer than I expected too. The car ride was quiet, but it was comfortable, the radio played softly in the background, Bucky focused on driving, glancing over to me every now and again. Once we reached our destination, Bucky killed the ignition and looked over at me.

"We're here doll"

We got out of the car and walked over to the closest ice cream place, I ordered mine and Bucky ordered his and we went and sat at a booth. Bucky paid for the ice creams, and we both started eating our ice creams. I giggled happily as I stuffed my face full. 

"This is great" 

"Yeah it is, isn't doll?"

"How come we drove extra far to come here?" I asked. 

Bucky smiled at me, chuckling a little "Actually doll, we're not just here for ice creams, I have something else I need to do" 

"What's that daddy?"

"You'll have to wait and see dollface" 

"Okay" I say excitedly. I carried on eating my ice cream. Bucky smiled at me again, he hand moving to rest on my thigh. We both ate the rest of our ice creams, I wanted nothing more than to reach over and kiss him, but I knew I couldn't. 

"You alright doll?"

"Yes daddy, just wish I could kiss you" I admit. 

"I know doll, but we can't right now, we're in public"

"I know, later though"

We left the booth and walked back to the car. "Will you tell me where we're going?" I ask. 

"No, it's a secret doll"

Daddy" I whined, as Bucky started the car, driving away from the ice cream place. Bucky placed his hand on my thigh, holding me tight as he drove. 

"Patience sweet" I listened to him, staying quiet for the rest of the drive, his hand travelled up my thigh, stroking me as he drove. His hand traveling further up my thigh, under my dress. I could see him smirking as he fingers touched me through my underwear, pressing into me, probably causing a wet patch to appear. I moaned softly, holding tightly onto my chair. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, when suddenly it was taken away, I looked up to see the car driving into a shopping centre car park. 

"Sorry doll, we'll save that for later" Bucky smirked at me, parking the car. I whined a little and got out the car following Bucky as he lead me through the shopping centre, it wasn't mega busy, but there was enough people for me to hold onto his metal arm. Not wanting to lose him in the crowd. 

"Wonder if daddy's okay" I mumble to him. 

"Don't worry doll, Steve will be fine, I'm sure of it" Bucky answered, his free hand moving to squeeze my hand. We walked a bit further into the shopping centre, I had never been to this one before so I was completely lost, following Bucky blindly. 

"Can you wait here for a minute doll?" He asks, walking us over to a bench. 

"Do I have too? I don't want to be alone" I pouted. 

"I promise, I'll be right back, just wait here sweetheart" 

I nodded, listening, I watched Bucky walk off, and I felt anxious, I wrapped my arms around myself and waited, hoping he wouldn't take long. I wished I had brought my phone with me so I could text Steve. 

"I'm back darling" I looked up seeing Bucky smiling that dazzling smile at me. I let out the breath I was holding and stood up rushing to his side again. I noticed he had a little black paper bag in his hands, I tried looking inside but he moved it away from me. 

"What's in there?" I asked. 

"If I tell you what it is doll, it'll ruin the surprise" He grinned. 

"Oh" I said sadly. 

"Don't pout dollface, you'll find out soon enough" 

"Okay daddy, but can I open it now?" I ask. 

"You're not being very good right now, are you?" He asks.

I mumbled a sorry, we reached the car climbing in, Bucky began to drive us home. The sky was starting to get a little darker, not much though, but it was nice driving home with the sky looking so pretty. Bucky's hand rested on my thigh again, his fingers drawing shapes into my skin. 

"Mmm feels so nice" I mutter. 

"I know doll, my touch always feels good to you, doesn't it?" He asks. 

"I love it daddy" I answered, I looked over seeing Bucky smirk at me. 

"Yeah doll, I know you love it... I can feel how much you love my touch" 

"How?"

Bucky chuckled, his hand moving up my thigh, I opened my legs slightly, letting him have more room to move. His fingers brushed against my wetness again. 

"I can feel your body react baby... I can feel your breathing become heavier, I can feel how wet you are" He spoke, his voice low and husky. His fingers rubbing me through my underwear. 

"You love me touching you, don't you?" He asks. I nod, whimpering. I tried moving my hips up, wanting to feel more of his fingers. 

"Stop moving doll, I need to concentrate on driving" He warns, but a smirk on his lips. 

"But you make me feel so good" I whimper, my hips not stopping. He moved his fingers away, putting both hands on the steering wheel. I frowned, but had a little idea, I looked up at Bucky, he wasn't looking at me, I smirked, moving my hand down to my underwear, pressing down at where it felt best. I tried copying what Bucky and Steve did to me, I moaned softly, and Bucky finally looked at me. 

"What do you think you're doing doll?"

"Making myself feel good daddy" I responded my voice low and slightly breathless. 

Bucky chuckled, but it sounded deeper than usual, his hand moved over taking my wrist and pulling me away, I pouted and tried to move it back but he was a lot stronger than me. 

"Don't you dare take your own pleasure doll, I will make you feel good when we get home" 

"But daddy please" I whined, tears pricking my eyes. 

I saw a little smirk show up on Bucky's face. "No doll, don't touch yourself, just wait till we get come and I'll take care of you" 

Frowning I listened, leaving my hands by my side as Bucky continued to drive, we weren't far from home, but we were far enough that the ache between my legs became desperate, when we pulled into our drive I looked up hoping to see Steve's car, I missed him and he'd make me feel good. Bucky held my hand as we walked into the house, his other hand holding that little black bag, I wanted so bad to look inside of. I flopped on the couch and snuggled into the blanket we had laid out. 

"Comfy doll?"

"Can I look in the bag now?" I ask, ignoring his question. 

"No doll, I want daddy to be here too when I give it to you" He explains, I nod, understanding, but the mention of Steve made my heart hurt even more. 

"Can we have dinner and go to bed early?" I ask, remembering that Steve had said he'd probably be home by the time I was in bed. Bucky smiled softly at me and nodded, he reached down to kiss the top of my head and then he left for the kitchen. After a few minutes I had decided to go watch him cook, I wandered into the kitchen and hopped onto the kitchen counter. 

"Keepin' me company doll?"

I nodded watching him, he was making pasta so the flour and eggs were covering the counter. 

"You look so cute sitting up there doll"

"Thank you" I grin. He began stretching the pasta into shapes, nothing fancy just a spaghetti shape. I didn't mind this, it was my favourite. 

"I miss daddy" I say frowning. 

"I know doll, I miss him too, but you've got me here with you" He smiled softly, reaching over to press a little kiss to my lips. 

Once dinner was done Bucky took the two plates and led us to the living room, Steve hated it when we ate on the couch, so naturally when he wasn't here Bucky and I ate on the couch. We snuggled up together and ate our food, enjoying one another's company. 

"Don't let daddy know okay pumpkin?" 

"Our secret daddy" I smirked. 

Once dinner was eaten Bucky carried me to his room, I stripped my clothes and crawled under the duvet, Bucky smirked and copied me, crawling in close by me. 

"Daddy, will you play with me?" I ask innocently, my body aching from earlier. 

"Of course I will doll, come here" He smirked, his arm wrapping around me pulling me as close as possible. I moved forward with him, pressing my lips to his, my naked body pressed against his. Feeling confidant, I moved from his lips and kissed along his jaw and down his neck. I heard Bucky groan when his phone suddenly started ringing. 

"Keep going baby" He whispered to me and answered the phone, I quietly kissing his neck, copying what I had been showing, nipping his skin lightly as he spoke on the phone. 

"Steve really? I've got her naked in bed, she's so perfect, she's kissing my neck right now and you wanna take that away from me?" Bucky groaned, I stopped kissing him at the sound of Steve's name.

"Hi daddy!" 

I didn't hear him respond, Bucky and him carried on talking, like Bucky was trying to get out of something. He ended the phone call and frowned looking at me. 

"Baby, looks like you're going to have to spend the night at the compound, daddy needs me on his mission" Bucky explained. 

"But he said he'd be back by tonight" I whimpered. 

"I know...But sometimes missions end up taking longer than any of us intended" 

"Do we really have to leave now?" I ask, nuzzling my nose against his neck again, he groaned and sighed heavily. 

"Babydoll, god, I wanna say no, but daddy needs me" He explained. I start to crawl away from the bed, but Bucky pulls me back against him. 

"I'm sorry that we need to leave, I know you wanted to feel good"

"Daddy, I understand you're trying to make me feel better but your hard thingy is poking me" I giggle, feeling him hard pressed against my leg. 

"I'm sorry doll... you just look so cute and pretty that my body can't help but react that way when you're so close to it..."

"That's okay daddy" I said rubbing myself on it a little, I didn't realise I'd get such a reaction from Bucky, he moaned softly and started rutting against my leg. 

"Careful doll, don't tease daddy" 

"I'm sorry! I'll go pack now!" I say leaning forward to kiss his lips, before getting off the bed to pack some things for myself. I grabbed a bag filling it with a few days worth of clothes, my laptop and charger and a few books to keep myself busy. When i was done, dressed comfortably too, Bucky was waiting for me with a sad smile on his lips. 

"Finished packing doll?" He asked. 

"Yes daddy" I say, reaching for the front door. 

"Doll wait" He spoke, pulling me by my waist, pressing his lips to mine, I moaned softly and kissed him back, feeling dizzy at the act. Once done with the kissing, we left the house, and drove to the Avengers Compound. Vision was waiting by the entrance, I smiled seeing him, I liked Vision, he was weird and nice. 

"Vision will show you in doll, I've gotta go, I love you" Bucky spoke, kissing the top of my head and rushing off. I frowned, but walked to Vision, he gave me a short hug and led me into the building. He showed me my room, and I said I'd like to go to bed right away. 

"Okay then, good night.." He spoke leaving me. Once alone, I dressed in my pyjamas, which was a shirt of Steve's and nothing else, when settled in bed, I opened the group chat Steve, Bucky and I had, and sent them a picture of me in bed. 

Bucky: You look so cute, all tucked in and cosy

I smiled at the quick reply, I pulled down my shirt, showing a large amount of my chest and send them another picture. I texted them 'Miss you' 

Steve: We miss you two baby

When Steve messaged I felt extra sad, I hadn't seen him in ages, so I decided to call him, hoping he wasn't busy. He answered near enough straight away, I smiled happily. 

"Hi daddy!"

"Doll...Hey" He responded. 

I moved my fingers down to touch my wet folds. 

"Is daddy there yet?" I ask, my voice sounding breathless. 

"He just got here baby" 

Smirking to myself I said "Ask him what I was doing in the car earlier, tell him I'm doing it now" I moved my fingers lower teasing my hole, trying not to make any moaning sounds. I heard Steve ask Bucky, and then Bucky telling Steve.

"He told me what you're doing baby, but can you tell me?" Steve's voice was deep and husky when he asked. 

"Can't say it out loud daddy, what if someone hears" I giggle naughtily, my fingers moving faster, spreading the wetness all over. 

"Brat" I heard Bucky's voice. 

"It's so wet daddy" I whisper, I heard Steve choke a little, he chuckled to try and cover his cough. 

"Damn baby"

"Daddy said he would play with me tonight, but he didn't, ask him if I can make myself come please" I whimpered to Steve, hoping he'd ask Bucky. 

"Damn doll, you are such a tease" Steve spoke, but I heard him ask Bucky. They didn't speak for a few minutes, I heard movements hoping they were alone now. 

"Baby girl, tell us exactly what you're doing" Steve spoke, his voice sterner than usual. 

"But what if someone hears my voice daddy?" I ask, stopping my movements. 

"It's just us here baby, just your daddies, tell us" Bucky spoke. I giggled knowing I was definitely on speaker now. I moved my fingers again, slowly up and down, tracing around my hole. 

"It doesn't feel as good as your fingers" I whine, spreading my folds.

"Keep going baby, listen to what we tell you" Steve spoke, his breath heavy. "Describe what you're feeling"

"I feel like... I want you both here, I want your fingers" I whimpered. 

"We want that too doll, so much" Bucky groaned. 

"Tell me what to do daddy" I begged. 

"Keep moving your fingers, not too fast, move them up and down and press one into that little hole of yours" Steve instructed me. I listened doing exactly what he told me to do, I pressed a finger inside, not going in deep, only my fingertip, I pulled it out and pressed it inside again, moaning louder than I probably should of. 

"How does that feel doll?" Bucky asks. 

"Really good" I pant, not stopping my fingers, I press another finger inside, enjoying the stretch. 

"Does it feel as good as us baby?" Steve asks, I could hear them both panting, I knew they were probably touching themselves, or each other. 

"No, nothing feels as good at you daddy" 

"We wish we were with you" Bucky groaned. 

"Me too" I whimpered. 

"Damn baby, you sound so good"

Smirking having an idea, I opened my camera and filmed myself, filmed my fingers dragging the wetness from my hole up, and then back down, pushing two fingers inside of me, I sent them the video and waited for a second. 

"What do you think?" I ask. 

I hear them both curse "Jesus, you're so naughty doll"

"Nooo" I whined "I'm a good girl"

I could hear them both chuckle at my response "You're a good girl baby, but you're such a tease"

"Is that a good thing?" I ask, my voice sounding higher than usual as I felt the familiar bubble in my tummy. 

"Yeah baby it's good"

"Nearly there" I whimpered my fingers moving quickly, my movements becoming more erratic. 

"Damn doll...You getting close baby?"

"Yes daddy" I moaned "Can I come please?"

"Come for us baby, come" Steve's voice sounded as needy as I felt. I moaned loudly, letting the feeling wash over my body, my legs shaking and my head going fuzzy for a few seconds. I forgot I was on the phone for a second, only coming back when I heard their voices. 

"You did so good doll"

I whimpered suddenly feeling alone, no one was touching me, no snuggling afterwards? 

"Oh doll, we miss you, we're aching to hold you"

"I miss you" I whimper, a tear slipping from my eye. "This bed feels so lonely"

"Damn doll... we're aching to be there with you... don't worry... we'll be with you again soon..."

"I'm so sleepy daddy" I say quietly. 

"Then go to sleep doll... we wish we were there so we could hold you... but just go to sleep doll... we'll see you soon..."

"Night night love you" I whispered, they didn't hang up, nor did I, so I fell asleep to their voices, it made me feel a little better, less alone. 

[writingoddess1125]

Your Name

I forgot to post this very old Extra here! It was one of the first ones I posted on A03 and it just seems like I left this in drafts! Sorry Darlings!!

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You had been sitting in the bedroom reading, finally getting some peace and quiet. Greatful for these moments since they were far few between.

"Mommy!" You heard shouted just outside the bedroom and sighed closing the door. Far far between it seemed... the door opened and Bee decided to jump onto you, You screaming and quickly catching the heavy boy.

"Benny Don't jump on people like that!" You yell as you hold the giggling boy. Looking to Dee who stood there politely.

"Hey Mom- we have a question-" Dee asked as he jumped next to you, you trying to juggle Bee who had decided that swan diving on you was the best course of action despite being too damn heavy for that.

"Yes what is it?" You asked calmly, Setting Bee down on the floor as you looked to Dee, who nervously messed with his hands.

"Well I know we have your last name.. but since we know Dad now shouldn't we have his so... what is Dads Last name?"

You opened your mouth to reply before pausing. You had given them your last name out of convenience but actually didn't know.

"I'm not sure-" You admit as you had never thought about it before. Buggy never did talk much about his potential heritage or who his parents were. You knew he was raised on Gol. D Roger ship with Shanks but nothing else.

"Can we ask him?" Dee questioned, you giving a shrug not seeing why not and leading the two twins up to the top deck were you knew Buggy was.

"DAD!" Bee yelled as he slammed himself against the Clkwn Captian as he was at the wheel, who yelled and tossed off the laughing child into the newly installed plastic ball pit that occupied the top deck, this clearly being an odd game shared between the two despite Buggy pretending to be mad.

"Dad we have a question for you" Dee asked calmly, standing by your side.

"Whats your full name?" Bee asked loudly, you watch as Buggy body seemed to bristle at this and he muttered under his breath rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why do you want to know that?.." He questioned with a raised brow.

"Cause we have Mom's and wanted to know yours!" Bee yelled as he got out of the ballpit, making sure to pelt Buggy with one of the rubber balls which he happily returned the favor.

The Captian seemed to chew on this information as he looked at the boys. Sighing dramtically and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Fine Fine- its....Nefertari D. Buggy"

He muttered, you felt your jaw drop at this as the boys just looked confused.

"N-Nef-ee-tary?" Bee tried to repeat clumsily. Buggy patted his head in reward for his clumsy try.

"Nefertari Lad. In this case it would mean you two are Nefertari D Benny and Nefertari D Danny"

He said calmly, you still trying to mentally gather what the fuck Buggy just said.

The boys seemed to accept this and run off happy with their last names- clearly having ditched yours in favor of their father. You looked to Buggy with a raised bow, him waving one of the men who handed him some papers to look over.

"Why didn't you tell anyone? That's a huge deal Buggy-"

Buggy shrugged, his eyes still focused on his papers. You had known Buggy for a long time and stepped closer infront of him since he still refused to meet your gaze.

"...a-are you ashamed?" You questioned quietly, watching his gaze finally meet yours as he lowered the papers from his gaze with a heavy sigh.

"No- I'm not shamed... however I won't acknowledge people who don't acknowledge me (Y/N) that family included-" He said a bit sharply as he looked at you. You stood back a bit at his words and sighed softly

"That seems fair I suppose" You say softly. Knowing that Buggy in his own way had his reasons for not wanting to reveal his family name.

"You do realize the boys ate going to be spreading it like wildfire though-" You point out but Buggy shrugs.

"Honestly they look the part so no one will be surprised- it's also not like they don't cause enough trouble already" He pointed out which made you laugh.

"That is very tru-" A loud explosion on the side of ship caught both of your attentions before hearing poor poor Cabaji scream.

"BOYYYSSSS!!!!"

[reccyls]

Surprise Bag 2024 Story (Prologue)

The April Fool's story from 2024. This is only the prologue, as the continuations are sold as story sales that I will not be purchasing. I do still think it is very funny, though.

The premise is a bodyswap, Ellis <> Jude and Elbert <> Alfons

Ever since I became a Fairytale Keeper, I like to think that my tolerance for the extraordinary has increased.

However, this latest happening in Crown far surpassed anything I had ever experienced.

"Jude": Good morning, Miss Kate. I'll make you happy today too.

Kate: ...Jude, did you... hit your head on something?

"Jude": Hm? Nope, I'm perfectly fine. Haven't hit my head on anything.

Kate: What happened to your usual terrible attitude?! Did you catch a cold? Are you injured? We have to go to the hospital now--

"Ellis": Tch, the hell is this?

"Jude": Ah, Jude. "Jude": Huh? Jude, why are you me?

"Ellis": I should be the one asking. Why the hell are you me?

Kate: Wha? Huh??

"Elbert": Ahha! Something terribly amusing seems to have happened, hasn't it?

Kate: Alf- Eh, Lord Elbert? Kate: Wait, so then is that 'Alfons' standing behind you...?

"Alfons": ...When I looked in the mirror, I became Al.

"Elbert": Being able to look at oneself from the point of view of an outsider truly is fascinating. "Elbert": Oh yes, El. Do speak more energetically. It's unsettling to hear myeslf sound so glum.

"Alfons": ...More energetically? ...I'll, try... "Alfons": ........Ahha.

"Elbert": I suppose that's my mistake for asking you to be more energetic.

Kate: Wait, just hold on a second. So what's happened is... Kate: ...Jude and Ellis, and then Lord Elbert and Alfons have swapped bodies!? Kate: What kind of ridiculous situation is this...!?

"Ellis": It's that goddamn doctor bastard's fault. I'll kill him.

---

Gathering the remainder of Crown, we questioned Roger about the circumstances. He let out an unrestrained laugh.

Roger: My bad, my bad. Who'd ever think that the results would pay off this quickly? Aren't I a genius?

Victor: Now's not the time, Roger! What did you do to cause this adorable- excuse me, very troubling situation?

Liam: Victor, you're not hiding your true feelings very well. Your words and face don't match at all.

Roger: I had the thought of swapping a cursed person with a normal person. That could lead to the curse transferring, couldn't it? So I was doing some research.

William: Your unquenchable thirst for knowledge is admirable indeed. But if that were the case, shouldn't you be experimenting with a cursed person and a normal human?

Roger: It'd be pretty dangerous for us if something went wrong while I was experimenting on a normal person, wouldn't it? I thought I'd test things out on these guys first.

Harrison: Just what do you think we are? We die just as easy as normal people, you know.

"Elbert": Let's toss that musclehead four-eyes into the Thames.

"Ellis": Yeah. Fix some stone weights to him and it'll be over quick.

Kate: Stop, stop! Don't say things like that wearing Elbert and Ellis's faces!

"Jude": But that's pretty amazing, Roger. I never thought that medicine like this could exist.

Liam: ...Jude being all soft is- nope, that's just weird!

Roger: Don't worry so much. Once I've collected enough data from you lot, I'll whip up an antidote. Roger: ........Once I've got an antidote, I can start testing on the others.

Harrison: ...You just said something awful, didn't you?

Roger: Don't know what you're talking about.

"Elbert": You're acting like you're in any position to bargain about turning us back? Pardon my French, but go die.

Harrison: Yikes... Uh, Liam? Hey, Liam, hey. Did he fall asleep?

"Jude": Sorry, I touched his head. I was curious about whether I could use Jude's power or not.

Roger: Huh, so the ability stays with the body. I really am a genius after all, aren't I?

(This isn't helping anymore...!)

Kate: A-anyway! Please make that antidote as soon as possible, Roger! Kate: ...Geez. What are we going to do if Her Majesty hears about this?

Roger: Well, I might end up getting fired... Roger: ...So it's up to you to watch over the lot of them to make sure nobody else finds out about this, little lady.

Kate: Huh? ...Roger? Wait!

"Ellis": Tch... Fuck it. Let him get kicked out.

"Jude": Ah, Jude, my body isn't used to--

"Ellis": *cough, cough*... Ellis. First thing we're doing is to start training so you can at least handle one cigar.

"Elbert": Hmm... with a face like this, I could get away with doing pretty much anything, don't you think?

"Alfons": ...Kate, is this spoon beautiful?

Kate: M-my poor sanity...!

[dark-frosted-heart]

Mirror, mirror...Who will sink into lustful dreams? - Roger Barel

This is Roger's story from Alfons' route release event in Kate's POV. If I get Roger's POV, I'll translate that too

Nsfw, Illusion?Roger is his own warning. You know, the usual josei dubcon...but in dream form.

As usual can't guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Alfons: Are you ready? In that case: 3, 2, 1...

Following Alfons' rhythmic countdown, I opened my eyes—

—And found myself in the infirmary with Roger in front of me.

Kate: This suggestion's amazing...It's as if the real Roger's right in front of me!

Roger: The hell are you talkin' about?

The Roger before me furrowed his brows in confusion. Meanwhile, I was even more impressed by his reaction, as if it was actually Roger himself.

Kate: Um...I'll explain later. Do you remember when you and I had a fight last week?

~~ Flashback start ~~

What happened was that we had different thoughts regarding a mission. Roger wasn't listening to me at all—

Kate: I don't want to see you again!

After saying something so childish like a kid throwing a tantrum, I really didn't see Roger after that...

I lost my chance to apologize to him.

~~ Flashback end ~~

Kate: So I asked Alfons to help me...practice apologizing to you. He suggested that I see Roger in a dream.

Roger: So that's it... So we're in your dream, huh? You're earnest even with stuff like practicing how to apologize. I don't really care about what you said to me back then. I know you have your own thoughts, so don't worry about it.

Roger's illusion forgave me so easily. While it thought it was a typical Roger thing to do, I suddenly felt uneasy.

Kate: I wish the real Roger would say that same thing...

Roger: He did. It's me.

Kate: Just because Roger's illusion forgave me so easily, doesn't mean it'll actually turn out like this. I shouldn't just apologize...Should I prepare something...?

Roger: If you really wanna show your sincerity, then how 'bout you buy him a nice beer?

Kate: ...! You're right, I should!

Illusion Roger's suggestion was what finally gave me the courage to apologize to the real Roger.

(I'll apologize with this the next time I see the real Roger...)

Roger: By the way, little lady, why're you puttin' so much effort into making up with me?

Kate: Eh...

Roger: Hate to say this but, I don't mix business and pleasure. If you and I are fighting, it's not gonna affect your work, is it?

Kate: The reason why I want to make up with Roger isn't because of work...

Roger: Oh...?

Kate: I...I admire how Roger's researching curses and his diligent approach to treatment others. Though I think it'd be nice if you were less pushy or mean... I put my trust in Roger. That's why I don't want to stay on bad terms with him.

(I'd never say to Roger himself because he'd tease me...)

Roger: So you wanna make up with me cuz you like me?

Kate: L-like...That's not it.

Roger: Whaddya mean? Ah...not like, but love?

Kate: Why's it getting worse...!

Then, Roger's hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in hard—

Kate: Nn...!

With practiced hands, he easily stole a kiss.

Roger: Any normal woman would keep her distance from a man who puts his hands on her. But you never run away when I do and you say you wanna make up with me. There's only one reason for that. You love me so much you can't stand it. That it?

Why does the degree of love increase each time?

Roger's confident gaze pierced through me and I almost nodded because of it.

Kate: I...

(Roger's right...I want to make up because of a considerable amount of fondness I have.)

(But...it's not because of romantic love or true love.)

I can't explain what's different, but I can't say I'm in love.

Kate: I do like you. As a fairytale write, Roger!

I fixed my gaze on Roger to emphasize that it was only a working relationship.

Roger: Oh...?

Kate: Roger's worth documenting, that's all I'm going to say.

I tried to attach some non-romantic rationale onto the reason why I want to make up with Roger.

Roger: Even so, it doesn't matter. If you like me for my humanity, then all you need is to like me as a man.

As soon as he said that, Roger pinned me down on the bed.

Kate: Why are you going in that direction? Let me go...!

Roger: Why...Because no matter how many times I bully you, you always come back with your tail waggin'. You really like me, but if you're gonna pretend that you don't...I'll expose you.

My hands were immediately pinned over my head.

I couldn't move because Roger was hovering over me.

Kate: Nn...

There was nothing I could do as Roger kissed me again.

Unlike last time, his tongue parted my lips and teased the inside, making my breathing ragged.

(Even though this is a dream and this Roger's an illusion, why does it feel so real?)

My kiss-addled mind couldn't comprehend it.

Kate: Nn...Nnn?!

I let out a muffled scream in Roger's mouth.

As expected, Roger's hand slipped beneath my underwear.

Roger: You're already so wet here...All this from kissing me?

A deep laugh rumbled in his throat and he moved his fingers, rubbing and pressing against my sensitive spot.

Kate: Do- Ahnn... Don't!

Roger: Not that convincing when you have such a lewd look on your face. Well, I'd rather be inside you instead of makin' you cum like this.

Kate: In...side? Ah...!

The fingers that had been stimulating my bud entered me and I let out a high-pitched cry.

Roger: Mm, you're tight here, little lady. Well, guess you'll get used to it.

Roger's fingers continued pumping his fingers in and out, making obscene sounds as he stretched me out.

Kate: Haa....! I can't...Nn...

Roger: I'm gonna need to use 3 or 4 fingers here if I'm gonna fit, you know?

Kate: You're not going to...put it...in...

Roger: You're stubborn. Your body's being honest though, look.

Roger's fingers pressed against a specific spot inside me and stimulated it relentlessly.

Kate: Ah...?! Not there...Nnghaa...

Roger: I know. Tapping this spot feels good, doesn't it?

Regardless of how much I protested and tried to wriggle away, Roger didn't let me go.

(This is my dream and Roger's an illusion... I was supposed to practice making up with him...)

(Why is this happening...?)

But what confused me even more was my heart...

(Even if the real Roger pushed me around like this too...I'd still want to make up with him)

(I know he's going to do terrible things to me...Have I gone crazy?)

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 14

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: binge drinking

Party time. Excellent!

The deck was full of Kid Pirates well on their way to getting drunk. You waited until you could hear laughing and bickering and shouting before making your appearance. One, because you didn't want to be the first one there, waiting awkwardly, and two, because this type of thing was out of your wheelhouse. Parties, sure, you've enjoyed plenty of parties, but being celebrated and being the center of attention in a dress, no less, was something entirely different. If it was in a different setting, like a crew that was your own, conceivably you wouldn't feel so uncomfortable. You were grateful that the purpose of this was to also celebrate Killer's recovery. Maybe he would overshadow you, he certainly did in stature anyway. 

I swear the first thing I'm gonna do when I get off this ship is buy pants. Sort of a tomboy growing up, you weren't drawn to wearing more feminine things and it felt foreign wearing a dress. You didn't have anything against it, in fact, you felt gorgeous, like a princess even, but pants were way more practical than dresses, especially in this line of work. You couldn't really complain though. You literally asked for this. Maybe I shouldn't have.

"C'mon, Mini." The boar happily trotted out behind you, ready to receive table scraps. You took in the sight on deck: barrels and crates turned into chairs and makeshift tables, along with some real tables and chairs, seemingly reserved for the higher ranked pirates, banners with their Jolly Roger strung up, extra torches, overflowing kegs, and happy, tipsy pirates: some were arm wrestling, some were playing cards, others were telling stories of battles past, a few were somehow already passed out. The men arm wrestling intrigued your competitive side, but you thought better of showing off your strength, if you still had it. Your eyes scanned through the crew until they saw Quincy's unruly, orange mane. Your heeled boot took one step in their direction before your ears perked up, hearing one of the men arm wrestling jab another by saying he couldn't even beat 'that woman'. All the sudden, your foot pivoted on its own.

The heels thunked against the wood of the deck as you walked with purpose towards the group and sat in front of the man who made the jab, throwing your elbow on the barrel-made-table. "Let's see you beat me then." You wiggled your fingers. 

The man scoffed, then grinned and licked his lips. "Fine. If I win then you have to untie the top of your dress." 

You rolled your eyes. "Wow, as if I couldn't guess." There was a pause as you thought. "If I win he gets to walk you around the deck like a dog," you said pointing to the guy who was previously insulted. They stared at you before bursting into fits of howling laughter, barking and making jokes at your challenger's expense. "See you have to be creative or it's not fun." 

The blond man across from you, who you learned, from the jeers of his crewmates, was called Pomp. He put his hand in yours and rested his elbow on the table. His hand eclipsed yours, though not nearly as much as Kid's would. Not that you wanted your hand entwined with Kid's, definitely not. At the signal, your hands pushed against each other, fighting for a dominant hold. Your Y/E/C eyes bored into his. Part of you wished Quincy hadn't covered your scars so much, you weren't intimidating like this. What you didn't know was that you were intimidating like this, in a different way. Pomp's face was bright red with exertion, beads of sweat stated to break out on his brow, the back of his hand reaching ever closer to the table. You could see his mind struggling to understand how you were stronger than he was. "Start barking, bitch." His hand thunked against the table. 

"No way." Pomp was more shocked than mad.

A blue haired man slapped him on the back, "Get on all fours, my friend."

"Fuck you, Reck." 

You started to get up, intending to go sit with the girls, like you originally planned. However, your mind was changed when several of the men scrambled to get in the seat across from you, arguing over who got to try next. And that's how you ended up with: a human footstool, someone's gold tooth, a never-empty beer mug, a knife, a shoulder massage, some fucking pants, and Dive running some kind of betting ring. You were actually having fun. Quincy, Emma, and Dive had come over to see what was going on. At first, you bantered amongst yourselves, then some of the men joined in, and pretty soon you were all laughing together, except Pomp, who was barking, much to everyone's delight. You took a long drink of your beer, about to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, but stopping when you remembered you had lipstick on. It would be quite a sight to have dark lipstick smeared across your face. 

"Where's my beer boy?" You tapped the butt of the mug on the wood. "I'm half-empty," you tsked.

One of the rookies scuttled over to grab it for a refill. "S-sorry, Ma'am." 

Before he could turn, you grabbed his cheek in a pinch, "That's Ca-," you coughed. "That's Doc to you." Maybe I should cool I on the booze. It was easy to fall into your old ways, even easier now that you felt like yourself in this painted-on skin Quincy gave you. You almost slipped up. A heavy hand clapping you on the shoulder made you jump, releasing the boy. You looked up from your seat, expecting to see the Red Menace, instead looking into a blue and white helmet. "Did you want a try? Step right up. Test your strength." You grinned up at him cheekily.

He ignored that. "Captain wants you."

You leaned around him to see Kid's amber eyes staring at you. "When does he not?" You swore you heard Emma cough-whisper "captain-fucker" under her breath, the other girls snickering.

His hand moved down to grip your arm, firmly but gentle, and pulled you up from your seat.

"Fine. Fine. I'm coming." You snatched up your winnings, tucking the knife behind you under your belt and the tooth in the front. And, of course, grabbing your stein. You followed Killer to their table, where Kid, Heat, Wire, and a few others sat. Mini was too busy to follow, her in the background letting pirates see if they could throw apples directly into her mouth from across the ship. Killer went back to where he was sitting, leaving no more remaining seats. You already knew where this was going. Kid smirked and patted his lap. "I'll stand." You moved to stand behind Heat, who you felt the most comfortable with.

The captain scowled at you. "I'm not askin." When you still didn't move, he bribed, "Do ya want yer shit back?"

You begrudgingly moved toward him. "Gun, too." 

"Whatever, doll."

He grabbed your waist and roughly pulled you down to his lap, a huff leaving you as you were brought back had against his firm chest. Your beer spilled over the edge of the mug and over your hand in the jostling movement. You set it down, and much to the chagrin of everyone, flung the dripping excess off your hand in their direction prior to wiping your hand on Kid's pant leg. He made a noise of displeasure. "What? I'm borrowing this," you plucked at the red fabric clinging to your body. "I don't want to spill beer on it."

"You look very nice in that color, Doc." Heat complimented. 

"Thank you, Heat. At least someone on this ship knows how to treat a lady." You smiled in his direction before taking a drink.

The chest under you shook and your eardrums rattled as Kid's booming laugh rang out, "Oh ya put on a dress and a wee bit of makeup and all tha sudden yer a lay-dee," he drew out the last word in a mocking way. 

That...kinda stung. A bubble of anger rose to the surface of your mind. Without fail, Kid had to ruin your good mood. Biting your tongue, you resisted the urge to lay into him. If you went too far in front of his top officers, you would be on his bad side. "What am I then?" You raised your eyebrow and glared at him, fully expecting him to say something crude. 

He slapped a hand down on your leg and squeezed. "A pirate, ya dumbass." 

Killer seemed almost as surprised as you that Kid said something not-mean, though hard to tell through the mask. You scooted his hand towards your knee, though he kept putting it back further up your thigh, so you gave up. They started talking about their plans for when they reached the next island and other things you hardly cared about. Taking the knife out of your belt, you spun it around idly on the table. It had been digging into your back. You kept drinking and chose to use this time to observe the crew. Killer looked like he had the same idea. You couldn't see where exactly his eyes were looking, however his mask was facing you. Your suspicion was all but confirmed when you turned to look directly at him and he looked away. You were about to ask him if he needed something when several plates were set down on the table, each with a different entree. All looked equally heavenly. 

After several rounds of plates, including dessert, and drinks, everyone was full to the point of being uncomfortable. Except Mini, who was lapping up all the spilled beer, and you, who was staring down the last bite of chocolate cake on Killer's plate. Kid had shifted you from one leg to the other when his leg fell asleep, and you were now closer to Killer. He cleared his throat, "Do you... want the rest?" It took you a second to stumble through your inebriated fog before you realized he was talking to you. You nodded. He looked for a utensil to pick it up with, and when he failed he shrugged and picked it up with his hand. He held it out to put into your hand. Without a second thought, you leaned over, holding onto Kid's neck, and ate it straight from his fingers, licking them off and leaving a ring of lipstick around them as you came back up with a popping sound, giggling. The accidental innuendo was not lost on him, as red spread down his neck from underneath his helmet. 

Kid tucked his head next to you on the side opposite Killer and spoke lowly into your ear, "Careful, Rotten. I'm not ready ta share ya yet." 

"Fuck off. I just wanted cake." You chugged the rest of the beer in your mug, not caring that some dripped down the corner of your mouth, and turned around on his lap to face him. "And I'll fuck whoever I want." You grabbed either side of his vest and pulled him towards you, sloppily making out with him, tongues twisting, both tasting like beer, lipstick colors slowly blending together, unconsciously grinding against his thigh.

Kid pulled away. "Yer even more fun drunk." He took in your lust-filled eyes, now noticing that you replaced the log-pose he had taken. Some memory fluttered in the back of his mind when he took in your face like this. It was smothered by the filthy thoughts racing in his mind. It wouldn't be the first time he fucked someone in plain view.

Something you hadn't taken into consideration was that you hadn't had a drink in years. Your tolerance was that of a teenager sneaking booze from their parent's liquor cabinet. You would pass out soon, you could feel it, but first you felt your stomach flop. Oh no. You pushed Kid away as he went to kiss you again and covered your mouth, fighting wobbly legs to get off Kid and get to the banister.

Kid was about to protest you pushing him. Then he saw how green you looked. He pushed you off him and turned you in the right direction. 

You made it to the railing in time to hurl over the side of the ship, having the wherewithal to move your hair out of the way. Your full body weight leaned on the railing as you puked up everything you ate in the reverse order. You cursed yourself for being this stupid. You don't know how many times you threw up before a warm hand rested on your back, patting it gently, while another one gathered your hair away from your face.

"Let it all out, darlin." It reminded Killer of his younger days with Kid. "It's okay." He was very familiar with the drunk-friend-babysitter role. He felt guilty for his part in helping get you wasted, constantly getting someone to fill your glass. He and Kid thought if you were drunk, maybe you would let some identifying information slip. 

You grabbed around for his shirt so he couldn't leave you. "Killer, don't let me fall in." You hiccuped. "I can't swim."

Maybe it paid off after all,  he thought.

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