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nostalgia-tblr · 2 years
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Is the first episode of Wandavision just really opaque if you don't know the MCU or is it literally just meant to be like watching an episode of 50s sitcom? Because this means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna.
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ereteinx · 3 years
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MEET MY MC
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name: Vienna Maxine Byrne
faceclaim: (blonde) Chyler Leigh
birthday: 5th february 1993
zodiac sign: aquarius
nationality: american/irish
born: Dublin
raised: Dublin, moved to USA when she was 12
love interest: Ethan Ramsey
family: Vienna's the oldest from 4 siblings, she has a sister, Venice and two brothers, Lochlan and Lorcan. Also a twin nephew and niece.
some more information, funfacts and headcanons:
general:
●born in Ireland to Irish father and American mother
●aside from medicine, her passion while growing up was singing, she was a part of high school glee club and was basically a star
●Vienna has a soft spot for soccer and watching Lochlan play for national team is a dream come true
●she loves fantasy books, when she was younger she often spend whole days in her room reading.
●winter is her favourite time of the year, especially christmas, she's a sucker for a good christmas movie and hot chocolate.
●Vienna watched all seasons of Grey's Anatomy and even forced Ethan to watch a few episodes with her (but if asked he'll never admit it)
●First time Vienna felt something more for Ethan was Miami, she knew she was in love with him after the attack
●as their relationship started to be a basic knwoledge to everyone at Edenbrook, people started to notice Vienna's impact on Ethan.
●basically, simple "Ethan" and a hand over his shoulder was enough to calm him down and save another innocent intern.
●even the staff that knew Ethan for years never saw him smiling that much at work, yet even laughing, as when Vienna was around.
●seeing him bickering and joking with her around the hospital was a shock to many people.
●Vienna took his last name after the wedding and thanks to Ethan being mostly called "Chief" these days, it didn't cause much trouble.
●As Vienna once said "Ethan was all bark and no bite", she became the opposite. She was patient, she often didn't had a reason to even warn. But when she had enough, you better run.
●"The Ramseys" became a powercouple. As they walked together arm in arm through the hospital corridors, it screamed power.
●And their speeches as they welcomed new interns, standing above everybody. Power.
engagment, wedding and first pregnancy:
●Ethan proposed to her in January 2021, in Miami, on the same balcony where they had their first kiss and this time no one was stopping themselves from going further
●she gave her roommates (mostly Sienna) a heart attack when she came back from Miami as she told them, with a stone cold face "Ethan is no longer my boyfriend".
●after a few seconds of dead silence she added "because he's my fiance", and showed them a ring, Sienna started to hit her with dish cloth - she really thought they had broken up (if Elijah hadn't stopped her, there would probably be casualties)
●night in Miami had consequences
●Vienna found she was pregnant not even a month after their engagement, yet she was kinda scared to tell Ethan, as they never really discussed having kids, but in the end his reaction was priceless.
●yes, he cried and was the happiest Vienna ever saw him.
●they wanted to keep in private for as long as they could which turned out to be almost 3 months
●first person to realize Vienna was pregnant was Harper, one day during diagnostic team meeting, she looked at her, suddenly told her to stand up and just said "You're pregnant, aren't you?"
●Ethan become even more protective over Vienna and if he could he would became her shadow.
●he was scared every time he didn't saw her, even through he kept checking on her every half an hour.
●yes, they had a few spats about that.
●Ethan wanted her to go on a pregnancy leave really early, but of course Vienna wanted to work as long as she could, which gave Ethan his first grey hair.
●Flynn Naveen Ramsey was born on 19th November 2021 and since that day, Ethan Ramsey, a man who not so long before never imagined himself as a father, became the best dad a kid could have and his dream, he never even realized he had, came true.
●Vienna and Ethan's wedding took place in october 2022, at Naveen's lake house. It was small, private ceremony with family and closest friends.
●wedding reception was in gold and dark green theme, with a lot of fairylights and candles
●Sienna was Vienna's maid of honor and Tobias was Ethan's groomsman.
●they had their first dance to Everything by Lighthouse.
●Naveen's speech made everyone cry.
●just like Vienna's siblings speech, but this time it was from laughing.
●Flynn took his first steps on his own at the wedding.
kids:
●four and a half year later, on 2nd April 2025, their little family welcomed a baby girl - Harley Dolores Ramsey.
●Harley was the only planned baby
●on Christmas 2026, Vienna suprised Ethan with another ultrasound picture.
●newest and final addition to the Ramsey family was Anais Sienna Ramsey, born on 10th June 2027.
●Flynn is his father physical copy with longer hair, when it comes to his character he's the perfect mix between Ethan and Vienna.
●since he was a toddler he was fascinated with his parents work, so it wasn't a surprise to anyone when he decided to become a doctor as well.
●but he shooked his parents, when he announced he wants to be a surgeon (yet studying under Bryce, he become an outstanding one)
●Harley, on the other hand is defenitely Vienna's clone, no exceptions, she's just a little bit more of a tomboy than heir mother was.
●always wanting to help everyone and everything, never afraid to speak her mind. She wanted to make a change in the world.
●unlike her brother she didn't follow her parents footsteps, but she was always doing something, always founding someone she could help all around the world.
●Anais is a total mix. A little ray of sunshine, with dark, ginger hair and smile that lights up every room she shows up in.
●when she was four it turned out that she has photographic memory.
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So, hi 😅 it's my first time posting anything here. I've never wrote any fics (yet) but I had this in my notes for a long time so I decided to finally post something
I know it's a lot but OH's mc is defenitely my favourite
and I congratulate anyone who read the whole thing 😶
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thefallennightmare · 4 years
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Dorogaya[2/?]
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Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff.
Summary:  It has been sometime since Y/N and Bucky went into hiding but now their past is returning. Can this new relationship survive the Civil War that’s about to happen?
A/N: Here is chapter two! Let me know what you guys think! <3 
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Whoever created the saying ‘you can cut the tension with a knife’ had never been more wrong. Someone would need a power saw to cut the tension between Bucky and I. After the little disagreement we had, we both went to sleep with our backs turned towards each other. It was well into the morning and not one word had been spoken between us. 
Bucky was in the bathroom, getting ready for our market trip, while I was standing at the counter with my back turned towards the bathroom and making a list of everything we needed. Despite the bad end to my night, I had managed to make decent money at work so we were able to buy more than usual. 
Sensing Bucky’s warmth behind me, I continued to ignore him as I double counted the money. It became incredibly hard to ignore him when his scent filled my nose, sending chills throughout my body. We stood shoulder to shoulder as he looked over some of his knives before pocketing them. 
“You haven’t brought your knives with you in almost a year,” I spoke softly. 
He shrugged and I felt him slip one into my back pocket. His hand lingered for a quick second before pulling away. 
“I have a weird feeling.” He admitted. 
Bucky went to walk away but I placed a hand on his broad chest to stop him. His eyes looked into my own and I could sense the disappointment lingering off of him. 
“I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I’ve been so upset with what Hydra did to me that I forgot for a second of what you went through. It was wrong of me to be so ‘woe is me’ when you’re going through the same thing; only worse.” 
He sighed and placed his flesh hand over mine that was still placed on his chest, gave it a quick squeeze. 
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have shut you out the way I did. The past few days I haven’t been able to shake this feeling of something is going to happen.
I looked at him confused. “Like what?” 
“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “We should get going.” 
Bucky dropped my hand to place his hat over his head and he went to hand me mine but I declined. 
“I think my new hair color is going to be enough of a disguise,” I joked while throwing it up into a messy bun. 
“I still can’t believe it changed that quick,” Bucky said. 
A large groan left my lips. “I know. I thought about dying it to my original color but who knows that it won’t change back.” 
Bucky shrugged. “I kind of like it.” 
“Oh you do, huh?” 
I could stop the small giggle I let out as the air around us shifted. The anger between us dissipated and was replaced with sexual tension. Bucky closed the distance between us in one large step and his metal fingers tangled in my hair, releasing it around my face. 
“I also like it when it’s down,” Bucky mused, his voice getting deeper. “Easier to grab.” 
His fingers gently grabbed the back of my skull and pulled my lips closer to his. 
Clearing my throat, I tried to think of something to say back. But with the intense sexual feeling that was warming my insides, my brain went to mush. Lust clouded around us, creating a small bubble with only the two of us. We were blocked out from the rest of the world. I stumbled over my words and could feel Bucky’s warm breath fanning over my lips. 
“Y/N,” he breathed. 
“Yes?” 
Bucky opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find the right words to say. But he wasn’t able to speak because my phone ringing from the counter brought us back to reality. I felt him start to pull away so I gently grabbed his hips. 
“I have voicemail,” I reminded him. 
He shook his head, embarrassment causing his cheeks to turn red. “It’s okay. We should really get going.” 
And suddenly the bubble around us popped. 
Letting out a sigh, I reached for my phone. Bucky slipped on his glove over his metal hand so he hadn’t noticed the look of shock on my face when I read the new text message. 
‘Make sure to bring an umbrella today. I’m seeing a chance of rain.’
The number may have been unknown but I didn’t matter. I knew who it came from. 
“Who was it?” Bucky questioned from behind. 
“No one,” I shook my head while pocketing my phone. “Ready?” 
Bucky knew I was hiding something but thankfully he decided not to press the issue. We both walked out of the apartment and I suddenly had the same feeling that something was about to happen today. 
Something we weren’t prepared for. 
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Giving the old lady a quick smile of thanks, I placed the bag of apples in the one I had brought from home and looked around for Bucky. He mentioned that he needed to run a personal errand once but that was a while ago. I started to worry that something might have happened to him, especially after receiving the text message earlier. 
“Looking for someone?” 
Jumping at the deep voice, I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Bucky. “Find what you need?” 
He nodded before slowly pulling out a small box from his pocket and handed it towards me. I took it without saying a word and when I opened it, a small gasp left my lips. Inside was a small necklace. A black gem shaped as a circle was in the middle and gold surrounded it. 
“What is this?” I asked. 
“Happy Birthday.” 
My eyes snapped away from the necklace and over to Bucky. His hands were deep in his pockets, something I noticed he did when he was nervous. 
“You remembered?” 
It was right when we first arrived in Bucharest, one of the earlier nights, we stayed up as he listened to me go on about my life before SHIELD; my childhood, my family, and the time I spent in the FBI and SWAT. 
Bucky nodded. “I know it’s not much but it’s all I could afford.” 
Immediately shutting him up, I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “It’s absolutely perfect, Bucky. Thank you.” 
Tears brimmed in my eyes as I turned my back to him, allowing him to place the necklace on my neck. Bucky’s breath fanned over the back of my neck and chills took over my body. His hands rested on my hips from behind and his soft lips left a kiss on the side of my neck. 
“I’m sorry if it seems like I’m taking things slow between us. I’m trying to remember how to do all of this.” Bucky admitted with a hushed tone. 
“It’s alright. I don’t want you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. 
My fingertips played with the necklace and my heart warmed with the thought that Bucky had wanted to get me a present. 
Bucky brushed his lips against the side of my head and motioned towards the plum stand that was a few feet in front of us. 
“Alright, let’s get some plums then head back home.” 
His metal arm wrapped around my shoulder as he led me towards the stand. I remained quiet as I watched Bucky converse with the lady in Romanian, asking if the plums were good today. After he bought five, he looked down at me with a small smile. 
“What?” He asked.
“I like it when you speak Romanian,” I admitted while biting my lip. 
Suddenly the air around us shifted and Bucky noticed it as well. He pulled me closer to him and looked around the market. His body went rigid with tense and I quickly took the bag of plums from the lady then we both rushed our way home. 
We came to a stop as we were getting ready to cross the road, however, Bucky’s eyes landed on a man that was working at a newsstand. The man watched our every movement with fear in his eyes. 
“We’ve been made,” Bucky muttered. 
My eyes doubled. “What? Are you sure?”
He discreetly nodded towards the man, who now left his stand, and we both crossed out way over to it. Bucky looked around while my eyes went straight to the newspaper from today and what I read on the front page dropped my heart straight to my stomach. Even though I could read Romanian, the only words I needed to know was Winter Soldier. 
“Bucky,” I stammered while showing him the front page. “What does this say?”
“I’m wanted for bombing the U.N in Vienna.” 
His heart hammered in his chest and his breath quickened. After he threw the paper back on the stand, he brought me into his chest and started walking back towards our apartment. It was only a few minutes from the market so thankfully we could get out of hiding fast. 
“What are we going to do?” I trembled. 
“It’s okay,” Bucky reassured me. “Let’s just get home. We’ll figure it out.” 
Once we were safely inside the complex, Bucky and I both rushed up the stairs but he came to a quick halt right outside the door. His shoulders went straight and he brought out a knife from his pocket. 
“What is it?” 
“Someone’s inside,” he muttered nodding towards the door. 
“Seriously? Who found out where we live?” I thought mostly towards myself. 
Bucky went to go inside but I stepped in front of him to stop him. “Let me go first. Police are looking for you, not met. If they’re inside, I can distract them long enough for you to make a run for it.”
He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you, Y/N.” 
“I’ll be okay. We’ll meet at that place in the mountains.” 
We had a small house up in the mountains that we were using as a safe house in case something like this were to happen. Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, I entered the apartment with the knife clutched hard in my hand. I sensed a body as soon as my feet crossed the threshold and once I saw who exactly was in the apartment, the knife clattered to the ground causing him to turn on his heels, shield drawn high ready to fight. 
All of the past feelings slammed into me like a brick wall and even under the mask, I could tell that his face was showing effects of how tired he was, his eyes shined a little less than they used too. 
We stared at each other for a few long moments before he placed the shield on the counter. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.” 
Swallowing the very loud lump in my throat, my voice had come out way more shaky than I had intended. 
“Steve.”
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nanasarea · 4 years
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CEO I iii
Prompt: Ceo!reader spoils sugar baby!haechan in Italy
Genre: mostly fluff, a bit of smut
Pairing: sugar baby!haechan x ceo!reader (gender-neutral)
Word count: 1648
A/N: All “facts” stated about Italy are from either my own personal experience or what I have heard so feel free to fact-check me. NOT PROOFREAD, Sequel to CEO and dedicated to the ceo of sm: @hotlinehyuck​​
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“Who said I want to be CEO?” He asked, smirking while making eye contact with you, causing you to almost choke on the drink in your hands. 
“What?” You asked, trying to seem calm.
 “Well, if you’re CEO, then you can keep on spoiling me, if I’m the CEO, you wouldn’t need to spoil me.” He replied.
“Oh.” You said, letting out a sad sigh. 
“And in reality, I also may or may not want to marry you.” He added, a small smile appearing on his face. 
“Lee Donghyuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” You sighed before dragging him into your apartment building across the street. 
“You’ve....made....me...worry...that.....you....don’t....like...me....back...and...for.....what?” You asked in between the kisses you shared in the empty elevator.
You heard the doors open and you quickly dragged him out of the elevator and into your apartment, closing the door before pushing him against it. 
“I was nervous and at first, I thought, oh god, that feels so good.” He replied, your lips on his neck making him grow weaker by the second.
“I thought I just liked the gifts, but then, please continue.” His whines made your eagerness grow as your lips made their way down his collarbone. 
“Then I realized I like you, not the gifts.” He moaned.
“I mean, the gifts are great, I love them, but my main foc-oh shit.” The smirk on your face grew as you ran your hand over his clothed crotch.
“The main reason why I stuck around is because I love you.” He finally finished his explanation, causing you to back away slightly before smiling. 
“I love you too, babe. Now, as much as I love you in that outfit, I’m gonna have to ask you to remove it.” You said, grabbing his tie and pulling him closer to you, but not close enough for you to kiss. 
“As you wish, babe.” He let out a moaning response before attacking your lips.
Time jump
“I can’t believe I’m finally going to Italy.” His energetic attitude at such an early hour was still so shocking to you, even after seeing him like this for 2 months now, you still couldn’t believe anyone can have this much energy at this hour. 
“My gratitude will be shown immensely, glucose guardian.” He said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss.
“Can you stop calling me that?” You laughed into the kiss as he just shook his head no.
 “It’s fun to say.” He simply replied before giving you another kiss. 
“Come on, the sooner we get on the plane, the sooner we’re there, remember?” You asked, taking his hand and leading him to the jet.  
He’s been on your private jet multiple times, but now, that you two were official, it felt different. The first time you took him to Bangkok with this jet, he almost had a heart attack.
He knew private jets were fancy, but he didn’t know it was to this extend. The massage chairs, the collection of expensive champagnes and liquors, the big TV, all of it seemed so surreal for him.
What was even more surreal was Johnny’s reaction to hearing that Haechan is now a part of the Mile High Club. 
He sat down on his favorite seat, yes, he had a favorite seat, as he looked over at the snack bar. 
“If you want a snack, why not just have me?” You asked, placing your bag on a nearby chair before taking a seat on his lap. 
“You really are perfect, aren’t you?” He asked before putting his hand on the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.
Time jump
Italy. The land of pasta.
You loved exploring it, taking a ride on the iconic gondolas in Venice after paying 15 euros for an espresso, hiking the Dolomites, exploring Varenna, strolling through the town of Verona at evening, sipping wine in Tuscany, making sure to stop at the Trevi fountain to throw a coin in and visiting Dora Sarchese for some free red wine.
All of it was amazing, but this time round, it was even better, because you could do all of that with Haechan this time.
Sure, you only had 2 days, so you couldn’t do everything on your list, but on the first day, you took him to the most famous places, Pompeii, the Colosseum, so on.
You did promise him a ride in the gondola in Venice on the second day, so you had to incorporate that into the schedule no matter what. 
The first day went great, you got to eat pizza in the country it was born in and watch as Haechan got to experience it all for the first time.
You wanted to warn him about the erotic wall paintings in Pompeii, but the look on his face was worth so much more when he saw it without expecting it.
“So....they had porn menus?” Haechan asked you, causing you to lightly slap his arm “Ouch. You know I’m right!” He said, jokingly acting like his arm was going to fall off, as you hit it too hard.
Technically, he was right. When you told him the story of men visiting these rooms to hook up with prostitutes and choosing the desired position from the examples given on the walls, his eyes widened before the cheeky smirk appeared on his face. 
“So, can I get a porn menu?” He asked jokingly.
“Consider it an early-birthday present.” You joked back.
When you took him to Vatican City, he insisted on joining the exorcism courses before dramatically gasping and saying “wait, no, can’t do that, the demon in me and I are really close, I don’t want him gone.”.
You explored as much as you could in one day before checking into the hotel, where you ordered wine from room service and got ready for bed.
“It’s nice sleeping in the same bed, now that you didn’t have to accidentally reserve only one room.” Haechan commented, watching as you undress. 
“Maybe it’s the wine talking, but you’re literally the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen, well, besides the one I see in the mirror. That man is handsome as hell.” Haechan added before taking a sip of the wine. 
“Hyuck, you’ve had two glasses.” You teased before taking the glass from his hand and putting it on the table. 
“Now, I’m sure you have enough energy after running around all day to make your glucose guardian feel good.” You said, winking as you straddled him “I thought you didn’t like it.” He chuckled. 
“It’s growing on me.” You replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
“I’m glad, and slightly offended that you have to doubt my willingness to please you, even one bit.” He said, his hands travelling to your ass as he kissed you.
Time jump
The ride to Venice was short, you stared at the water as your surprisingly sleepy boyfriend rested his head on your shoulder.
When you got there, you made sure to first get the infamous Venice coffee, which gets more expensive the longer you’re in the cafe for some reaspn, to wake your boyfriend up before you made your way to  St. Mark’s Square.
“So, first the gondola?” You asked as he nodded excitedly. The ride was just as romantic as you’d imagine. He insisted on holding you in his arms the whole ride, but whined half way into the ride, as he wanted to be held.
Such a whine baby.
After the ride, you quickly got some fast food pasta to go before exploring the place.
“I know it sounds weird, but one of my favorite things to do in Venice is just getting lost in it. It’s so beautiful, especially when you get to eat pasta on the go, which you can get so quickly!” You explained as you walked around.
“What?” You asked as you noticed him looking at you with heart eyes.
“I love hearing you talk about it. You seem to know so much about everywhere we’ve been and not just the lame, this was built then and then, but the interesting parts that you don’t hear often like that the fork was popularized in Italy. How do you even obtain such knowledge?” He went on as you quietly ate your fusilli as you tried to hide the fact that you were blushing.
“So, basically what I’m hearing is “y/n, you’re so smart, you’re so pretty, I love you so much, thank you for enlightening my life with your presence” or?” You asked, teasing him as he ate his own pasta before nodding his head.
You stopped him in the middle of the bridge you were currently one and grabbed him by his belt to pull him closer. 
“Hello there.” He flirted, making you laugh before kissing him.
You enjoyed Italy with Haechan, so much that you vowed to yourself to take him here often, or maybe, next you’ll go to Vienna to visit the Schönbrunn Palace and take a million photos in the gardens, or maybe you’ll visit Petite-France in Strasbourg together.
All you knew was that you were ready to spoil your new boyfriend with trips to everywhere and anywhere his heart desired. 
“y/n, thank you so much for taking me here. I had such a fun time. I really hope my schedule will allow more trips like this with you.” He said as he rested his head on your shoulder on the boat ride back. 
“I’m literally your CEO, of course I’m gonna make sure your schedule allows it.” You reminded him, laughing “I know.” He said with a smirk on his face, looking up at you and winking. 
“You will really be the death of me one day.” You said before leaning down to kiss him.
“I love you too, y/n.” He said before you pressed your lips together.
A/N: Ok that is all my brain could do for this part, I know it’s not extra fluffy or smutty or angsty, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Thank you so much for reading!
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tracle0 · 4 years
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WIP Bops Tag
So I got tagged for.... two music/listening related games in the span of two days so I will. Do both in one to save myself idk making another post lmao
First one: I think you just list things you’ve been listening to. Maybe the last ten things you listened to? I don’t know man. Tagged by the wonderful @kaatiba​ thank you boo 
I have been listening to...
Cloud Cult - I stand by the fact that Cloud Cult 500% have the best bops for apparently all my wips. ‘Time Machine Invention’ is peak Leon, don’t try and tell me otherwise. ‘It’s Your Decision’ gives me big Percival vibes. ‘Good Friend’ apparently works for every single WIP I have because I write about friends too much.
Night Vale - I missed Night Vale ok. I’ve listened to it all already, but I wanted to hear the Strexcorp arc again, and the liveshow and Carlos man. Carlos. 
I’ll Follow You Into The Dark - isolated song, but I have been listening to it over and over again, because it’s somehow playing my heart strings rather than a guitar. I am obsessed with this song. I learnt it on the ukuele as soon as I could. Major Mika vibes. Made me realise ‘ohhh he’s Catholic ain’t he’ and also made me figure out his friendship with Lynne more. Thanks, song.
Vienna Teng - someone else mentioned her recently, and I went ‘oh yeah I used to listen to her I should do that again’ the only memory I have of hearing her songs is. Not good. So I’m trying to get other memories down lmao.
I need to listen to...
Jake Parker Plagorised My Book which is a very cheerful subject. Quick run-down; Jake Parker is the creator of the yearly Inktober challenge. He plagorised the book of a black artist. I figured I should understand the Drama and then decide what I’ll do in October if not Inktober. 
Okay that’s like five, good enough. Next tag game;
Rules: Share some songs that have inspired your WIP or characters, then tag some people to play! - tagged by @albatris​ thanks homie and I’ve decided I’m going to jump around between WIPs becuase I want to. 
So first off I feel like the songs that first made me go ‘oh I could make a story out of this’ - DIAS spawned from ‘Hopeless Opus’ by Imagine Dragons. I got the idea for like. Two characters who were seperated for some reason, both regretting something, and went ‘okay! How.’ and my brain spat out Leon and Ant.
Whereas wip4 sort of spawned from both ‘On Melancholy Hill’ by Gorillaz, obviously, and also ‘Light a Roman Candle With Me’ by fun. And I cannot tell you at all why this story spawned from these songs. I think it was mostly... for Melancholy Hill, it gave me isolation vibes, and Roman Candle was more... a desperate reach for connection. wip4 has a focus on friendship. I guess that works? 
DIAS again - ‘The Cave’ by Mumford and Sons is. Peak DIAS, not gonna lie. I have officially storyboarded out an entire animatic that is just the entire plot of DIAS to this song. Every verse sort of follows each act of DIAS and uhh
So make - your sirens song and sing - all you want I will not hear what you have to say
I can’t say why because major spoilers, but that lyric. Fits. Very well. 
I mentioned ‘Time Machine Invention’ by Cloud Cult being a major Leon song, because it is, so I’ll talk about that here; Leon gets blown up at one point, and loses his leg. This, along with the fact he thinks Ant is dead, makes him Very Depressed. Vincent comes along like ‘hey dickhead stop being depressed’ except said in a slightly nicer way, and gives him a vote of confidence he needs to get up and try and fix one of the problems he has, that being the leg. 
If we give this moment our fullest attention, we’ll just keep moving forward, with no need for going back.
Which is honestly, just really good life advice, but is also kinda Leon finally starting to let go of the guilt he has over possibly killing Ant and starting to live life without any new regrets. 
wip4 again because this is getting long but I still have things to talk about; ‘Turn The Lights Off’ by Tally Hall is big It vibes, and I cannot tell you how but it does. I’m delighted to put ‘Holding Onto You’ by Twenty One Pilots as a major Keaton song, for the simple reason that Holding Onto You has tried to be a wip song for EVERY SINGLE wip, but it finally actually fits. Heck,
I’m taking over my body, back in control, no more shotty,  I bet a lot of me was lost,  t’s uncrossed and i’s undotted
is like. The first verse, and is also major Keaton being like ‘WOW WHAT THE HELL I WASLITERALLY DEAD UM WHAT’ and also the entire struggle against It. Fun times. 
‘Hello, My Old Heart’ by The Oh Hello’s is a Big Percival Mood, and I can’t really explain why - extreme protectiveness over himself and trying to save himself??? Maybe. Uhh. I’ll give you an Abby song and then done with wip4 - ‘Icicles’ by The Scary Jokes fits her freakishly well. I just found out the artist is nonbinary, which is cool, but I’ll talk about that another day. 
I can only be forgiven if I'm givin' myself up to you  On a silver serving tray  Must I bare myself to the stabbing of your knife and gnashing teeth  While our lovely company appears so entertained?
I think Abby recognises that she is in the wrong for a lot of the story, but also thinks that admitting this to Percival would sort of... reverse their roles? That he’d want revenge and would inflict the years of pain she’d put him through onto her. He wouldn’t but she doesn’t realise that. So ‘must I bear myself to the stabbing of your knife and gnashing teeth’ is just. What she assumes she’d have to deal with. 
Okay! Final song and it’s for DIAS and also for Simon cause we’re talking about villains okay. He’s got ‘The Greatest Show’ but specifically the cover by Panic! At The Disco. Simon is, to quote the lovely Summayah, ‘a dramatic fuck’ and this song is dramatic as fuck. 
Don't fight it, it's comin' for you, runnin' at ya It's only this moment, don't care what comes after Your fever dream, can't you see it gettin' closer? Just surrender 'cause you feel the feelin' takin' over 
Which is a pretty good way to explain Silvertongue commands and his general attitude to them, don’t you think? 
I’m done now. I have more songs and entire playlists but I’m done, I’ve rambled enough, this is long. I will tag: @joyful-soul-collector @druidx73 @petrolstationflowers @scmalarky @the-starlight-chills and you sir, over there, please, tell me about songs.
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“Knowing You is for the Better” Chapter 9
sorry this took so long online schooling is kinda ruining my life right now
Hope was good on her promise, she always is, a week later she left New Orleans and headed back to school. Nik was so inconsolable that the only way they could get him to let go of Hope’s leg was to promise they could all go up to visit for family day at the end of the month. She drove through the night, drifting in and out of sleep in the backseat of a black SUV with tinted everything. Her family was in the wind again, everyone going in their own directions, Freya and Keelin stayed in Louisiana, Kol and Davina went back to the west coast, Rebekah and Marcel disappeared off to Vienna and Hope back to Mystic Falls. 
She arrived at the school at an ungodly hour, it was either very late at night or insanely early in the morning. It was dark and quiet, no one met her, everyone else was asleep as she made her way through the still hallways, dragging her luggage to her room. The travel exhausted her and she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. 
Her dreams were filled with swirls of magic and faces she almost recognized just at the edge of her vision, everything was disorienting and always just out of reach. She felt like she was falling 
Her door slammed open just as the sun was starting to shine in through the windows and she jolted awake. Lizzie stood there still dressed in pajamas but otherwise very awake, with her hands on her hips. Hope watched her with blurry vision as the blonde scanned her entire room,” I thought she’d be with you,” she stated, a hint of worry in her voice
“Hello to you too,” Hope groaned sitting up,” and who?” she asked groggily, running her hands through her hair. 
“Josie of course,” Lizzie stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It was but it was way too early for Hope to form any kind of coherent thought.” She was gone when I woke up, bed hasn’t been slept in, mom and dad are kinda freaking out,” 
That woke her up. It was decidedly un Josie like to stay out all night but it had been known to happen,” Is she seeing anyone?” the words bitter in her mouth, they tasted like lead and smoke. The incredulous look on Lizzie’s face was worth a million dollars and under different situations, Hope would’ve enjoyed it,” Well she used to stay the night with Penelope right, could that be what’s happening now,” 
“Ew gross,” Lizzie spit,” No way. Look I’m the first person to support my sister’s sex life, the hobbit excluded, but trust me I know where her head is right now and that is not it,” she seemed sincere in a Lizzie way. 
Everything was still packed so Hope dug through her bags to find clothes,” geez I was just asking,” she stepped into her closet and shut the door mostly so she could change in private,” No way in hell I’m going to class today, so tell your parents to stop freaking out, I’ll go find Jo,” the goal here was to keep everyone calm, Josie was very capable and her family knew that. Hope knew it too, and if she could find her without letting everyone else blow this out of proportion then it would be ok. 
Lizzie calmed down and agreed to pass on the message before disappearing to let Hope finish getting ready in peace. It would have been easy to just do a locator spell, but instead, she found herself wandering the halls looking for Josie and smiling at the other students she hadn’t seen in ages. She went to all of Josie’s favorite spots, her corner in the library, the window seat in the kitchen, the empty classroom where the seniors keep their stash of liquor (that might be more of Lizzie’s favorite spot). She ends up walking through the woods heading towards the clubhouse, the school bell signaling the start of classes ringing behind her. 
The clubhouse is more rundown than Hope remembered, it’s wood was degraded and there was trash scattered around like everyone had a party but no one cleaned up. There was a beige couch pushed against one of the back walls, that’s where she found Josie. Asleep, her body contorted under a blanket and her dark hair covering her face. She laughed to herself and moved closer till she could gently nudge the younger girl trying to wake her. 
Josie shifted but didn’t wake,” Hey Jo,” she whispered, moving her hair from her face. Her eyes drifted open and she looked confused for a moment, then they went wide and she bolted up throwing her arms around Hope.
“Oh my god, you’re here,” she exclaimed, pulling the tribriad closer. Hope melted into her embrace taking in the smell of her and the feel of her, just Josie’s presence was overwhelming. She had to fight against her wolf nature, her eyes nearly flashed golden, but she couldn’t let herself go down that road. Josie wasn’t hers, no matter how much she wished she was. “When did you get back?” 
“Insanely early this morning,” Hope answered then immediately turned the attention back to Josie,” What are you doing out here Jo?” 
The siphoner glanced around like she hadn’t realized where she was until Hope pointed it out,” oh, I came out here last night to clear my head cause I couldn’t sleep, but I must have dozed off,” 
Hope tried to block out all of the noises and smells around her, with her heightened senses everything was intense and loud, she could hear birds, insects, running water and heartbeats all the time. She forced herself to focus on Josie, this whole sleeping thing seemed to be a recurring problem,” so does the not being able to sleep thing happen a lot?” 
“Recently yeah,” Josie looked down,” I’ve been having nightmares,” 
“Do you want to talk about them?” Hope asked, taking a seat next to her on the couch. She wanted to give her space but she was being drawn to the younger girl. 
“No, not really,” Josie moved closer, draping the blanket over Hope so they were sharing it. She leaned against her, obviously exhausted from a lack of sleep,” I just wish they would stop,” she sighed.
She didn’t know how to help her not knowing what the dreams were about, but she wouldn’t force Josie to talk about it if she wasn’t ready, so she did the only other thing she could,” well when you can’t sleep my door is always open.” 
She was met with a small smile,” thank you that means so much,” Josie’s sincerity always touched Hope, she just couldn’t resist it. Josie snapped out of whatever bubble encompassed them,” What time is it?” she asked blinking. 
“Oh, you definitely missed first hour,” she joked, causing Josie to groan and throw her head back. 
“God we better go,” Josie said, grabbing Hope’s hand and dragging her back to school. 
Josie started joining Hope in her room most nights, sometimes they talked sometimes they didn’t, but the night always ended in them holding each other as they slept. Lizzie hadn’t mentioned it, Hope wasn’t even sure if she noticed but either way she wasn’t complaining. 
Every time she looked at Josie she felt like her heart was going to beat out her chest, she was barely keeping it together. Never had she imagined that she was going to be head over heels for her best friend who was basically living with her, and completely unable to tell her how she felt. She and Josie had never been closer, mentally and physically, they were together all the time, talking, sharing, and touching. It was the small innocent, light touches that drove Hope out of her mind, and Josie had absolutely no clue what she was doing to her every time they brushed shoulders or held hands. 
One night Josie didn’t come, it wasn’t uncommon, she still spent the night with her sister in their room sometimes, but Hope was left alone. She laid awake in her suddenly way too empty bed, unable to sleep. The hours ticked by as she tossed and turned. The moon was high when a knock came on her door, Josie had stopped knocking a long time ago, but who else could it be. 
When she opened the door she found Josie on the other side clad in her matching blue pajamas and sobbing silently. The hallway was dark and still as Hope ushered the younger girl inside, tears streaming and shaking. They were both silent as they crashed together in a hug, she was holding Josie up as she closed the door behind them with her magic,” Do you want to talk about it?” she whispered offering her support . 
Slowly they made their way to the bed and curled together, Josie’s head on Hope’s chest as her sobs quieted and turned to sniffles,” No,” she answered pressing her eyes closed,” just distracted me, tell me a story,” 
Hope thought for a moment, stories running through her mind in flashes, wondering which one she could possibly tell Josie to make her feel better. None came to mind,” Does it have to be a happy story?” she asked. 
“I guess not.” 
“Well then I hope you’re ready because you’re about to get the full tragic backstory,” with anyone else the thought of opening up and revealing herself would make her want to crawl into a hole and never come out, but with Josie it was as if she’s always seen her even when Hope did her best to hide. Josie had already seen the worst of her and she hadn’t shied away. 
Josie looked at her with wide eyes, clearly shocked,” you sure?” 
Hope nodded and brought her hand to Josie’s cheek, delicately tracing her fingers over her skin, until she closed her eyes allowing Hope into her mind. There were no words that could describe the things Hope had been through, at least none that she could put together so instead she opted to show her. 
She painted the picture of a baby so hated and feared that the world wanted her dead from her first breath, of a child so loved that her family would do anything to keep her safe, of a girl who endured betrayal and deceit, and of the woman who faced everyday with her head held high despite it all. A weight was lifted as the memories flowed between them like magic and when the magic stopped Hope placed them outside a small cafe in New Orleans sitting at a table drowning in sunlight and flowers. Josie didn’t even seem to notice where they were, she just stared at Hope with a look she couldn’t place, somewhere between admiration and wonder. 
She stayed quiet to let Josie collect her thoughts, it was a lot to take in that’s why Hope was hesitant to share her story with people, she didn’t want their pity or judgment, but things were different with Josie,” Two things,” she said the sunlight making her glow.
“I’m all ears,” Hope said leaning forward, placing her head in her hands, giving Josie her undivided attention.
What Josie said next floored her,” You are so strong Hope, stronger than anyone gives you credit for,” she sucked in a shaky breath, trying to focus on the air in her lungs. When she failed to meet Josie’s eyes the younger girl reached across the table and took her hands in her own, offering support. Hope wasn’t used to praise or attention, she wasn’t comfortable with it but somehow Josie’s words hit home.” and secondly,” she said, changing the subject,” You had a crush on me,” she giggled, a bright smile forming on the girl's face.
“You already knew that,” Hope responded fighting off a smile. 
“I know but it makes me smile,” 
Hope would have let the earth turn to ash to keep that smile on her face. It terrified her. These feelings terrified her more than anything; she pushed them down and forced on a smirk, “Just keep smiling Jo,” 
Hope wished they could stay there forever, in their own little world, where the sun always shines and the flowers bloom, with no one to interrupt them, but she knew they couldn’t. The real world waited. Her eyes were starting to get heavy,” We should get some rest,” she said pulling her hands away.
“You say that a lot,” Josie whispered,” get some rest’ you always say that when we get somewhere real,” 
She didn’t have an answer, but her heart started to pound harder, she chose not to respond instead she placed her hand on Josie’s cheek mirroring where it laid in real life. She tried to convey all her feelings with that motion, hoping that the younger girl could see what she couldn’t say. Gently she removed herself from her head and back into the darkness of her bedroom, wrapped up in Josie. Her breathing was even, the brunette was asleep, satisfaction flowed through Hope proud that she’d calmed Josie enough that she was able to sleep peacefully. Without thinking she pressed a kiss to the girl’s head and closed her eyes. 
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50 questions tag!
i got tagged by @watttine, thank uuu so muccch !!!
what color is your hairbrush?: black.
name a food you never eat: i mean, i don't like mushroom or olives, but i eat them out of necessity. so i’d say pepper, i don't think i've ever eaten pepper actually.
are you typically too warm or too cold?: too warm for sure, i even blush super easily and all that.
what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: house chores lol.
what’s your favourite candy bar?: kit kat or m&m’s (the peanut ones).
have you ever been to a professional sports game?: nope.
what’s the last thing you said out loud?: “they were so loud and annoying” because like im with my friend and i was telling her about that one time my cousin picked me up from the train station and there’s just been a football game around so the drivers were all honking and screaming and singing and uh, too loud.
what’s your favourite ice cream?: i’d usually eat like forest fruits & mango or snickers & banana.
what was the last thing you had to drink?: water probably.
do you like your wallet?: i’m still young, so i don't carry a wallet with me yet skdnsdj but i do have one in my drawer, and yeah i like it.
what’s the last thing you ate?: i just cut some apples so.
did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: i haven't bought any clothes since december lmao. (so nope)
what’s the last sporting event you watched?: i don't really watch tv but i think it’d be the ski competition i saw in january lol.
what is your favourite flavor of popcorn?: caramel.
who’s the last person you sent a text to?: @pastel-butnotreally-angel hehe.
ever go camping?: i went in 9th grade during a school trip, yup.
do you take vitamins?: not really.
do you go to church every sunday?: nope, i’m a full-time atheist. (i read the question and wanted to delete your answer but then i was like “oh same, lets just change it up a bit” lol)
do you have a tan?: nope, i avoid tanning as much as possible.
do you prefer chinese or pizza?: imma say pizza, tho I do love noodles too. (but like i prefer japanese over chinese - random info)
do you drink soda through a straw?: i don’t drink soda actually.
what color socks do you usually wear?: black usually.
do you ever drive above the speed limit?: i’m 17 lol.
what terrifies you?: not being sensitive enough of people’s emotions I guess??
look to your left, what do you see?: my friend~
what chore do you hate the most?: ironing, i think.
what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?: i freaking love it, so like if i were to think of a person, i’d say rose from bp or felix from skz.
what’s your favourite soda?: i used to like sprite the most. (because of some book i read lol)
do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: i ain’t driving so. (though i don't eat much fast food either)
what’s your favourite number?: i used to like even numbers, but i’m kinda through with them lol. (so odd numbers like 7 or 5 mostly - not 3 tho, i don't like 3)
who’s the last person you talked to?: i’m talking with my friend and sister right now so, they’re the ones!
favourite cut of beef?: i don’t eat beef tho.
last song you listened to?: well my friend was listening to “bim bam toi” by carla just now, though like - voluntarily - i last listened to “my favourite clothes” by rini.
last book you read?: it’s probably “when the earth was flat - all the bits of science we got wrong” by graeme donald or “jfk 22.11.1963″ by stephen king, i've been alternatively reading them both lol.
can you say the alphabet backwards?: i’m writing this like 5 min later because me and my friend actually tried and failed (so no, i can’t), though my sister succeded !!
favourite day of the week?: friday afternoons are the most nicest ones~
how do you like your coffee?: i don’t drink coffee at home, but i’d usually drink latte with salted caramel. (at times when there is indeed a coffee shop around, since my town doesn’t have a proper one)
favorite pair of shoes?: i have 2 pairs of boots i love, basically.
time you normally get up?: at 7am during week days and like 8:30am-9am in the weekend.
sunrise or sunsets?: sunset, i love those warm colours sm.
how many blankets on your bed?: i got only one, pal.
describe your kitchen plates?: they’re like plain yellow/purple/grey ones mostly.
describe your kitchen at the moment?: i guess it’s quite clean?? though i’m not responsible for it so???
do you have a favourite alcoholic drink?: sweet red wine or redberries strongbow.
do you play cards?: well i do play at get-togethers or like sleepovers, but that’s about it.
what color is your car?: i mean my father’s car is grey, but i do not have one.
can you change a tire?: no, i can’t.
your favourite state/province/county/etc?: imma guess they mean “cities” - okay. my favourites (which i visited) would be bucharest or cluj-napoca or venice, though i’m in awe over cities like vienna, lisabona, berlin, dublin or skt. petersburg.
favourite job you’ve had?: i haven’t had a job yet, though i surely know how to pour vodka and make a profit outta it. lol im half-ass joking but like i used to work in my parents’ shop for hours throughout 1st-4th grade (like they would leave me alone and all that, serious stuff) (it was a supermarket so we would sell cigs and alcoholic drinks).
how did you get your biggest scar?: lol story time again, but basically my mother did it. so i was baking a cake for my sister’s birthday, as one does. and i was holding a plastic bag so my mom can pour some melted chocolate into it. what we didn’t take into account was that the plastic would melt lmao and oops it went through and burnt my ankle. it’s like a 30cm squared 2nd degree burn.
i’m tagging @pastel-butnotreally-angel, @lemonmilkk, @darkthestars, @palpitating-procrastination and @hisaka (though it’s indeed long asf so no pressure to do it)(but i enjoyed it owo)
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Off to Rust! - Chapter 6
Chapter    6
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21137411/chapters/59850997
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13415645/6/Off-to-Rust
https://www.wattpad.com/904913806-off-to-rust-chapter-6
The fencing class sat around a table with the absence of Adrien, Kagami and Etienne, which were standing at the buffet together to scope for themselves what they wanted to eat.
“That’s why it’s called all-you-can-eat,” Etienne told Adrien, which had on his plate a bit of asparagus covered with hollandaise sauce. “You’re allowed to put everything you want on your table no matter if the combination makes sense or not”
“Okay,” Adrien answered.
“You could even put the hollandaise sauce over the spaghetti instead of the tomato sauce for example. It wouldn’t matter”
“Okay, thank you” Adrien answered, then looked over the buffet at the variations of foods spread all over the buffet, then Adrien looked at the two gastronom containers one filled with Pommes Frites and the other filled with cooked potatoes, then Adrien smiled and picked with the pliers onto his plate a few fries, then moved forward to look at the various meat sorts and procession of the different menus. Adrien looked up at the plastic protection to see the names on it.
“What should I pick?” Adrien asked “Sliced meat in the Vienna or the Zurich-style?” Adrien asked making Etienne roll his eyes.
“Why don’t you pick up both?” The brunette answered sarcastically, then Adrien smiled and put a half spoon from both types of meat on his plate making Etienne wide his eyes at his deed. “You’re really going to eat that much?”
“I can eat a lot without any problem” Adrien answered. “I just don’t have the chance to take so much, because of my father”
“Okay” Etienne responded, then Adrien looked at Kagami, which stood in front of him picking up a spring roll, then looked back at the boys, which waited for her to continue.
“Hey are you interested in spring rolls, they’re delicious” Kagami offered earning a nod from Adrien.
“Sure” Adrien replied, then Etienne widened his eyes as he saw a few containers behind the ones of the minced meat a waiter fill a container with Duchess potatoes.
“I found something better for me, be right back” Etienne mentioned moving behind Kagami to get to the man, so he could e able to scoop out for himself the freshly-made potatoes.
“I could take one to try it” Kagami mentioned picking out with the pliers a roll for Adrien, then picked a second one earning a smile from Adrien.
“Thanks” Adrien answered moving forwards with the girl. “Oh, there’s Gnocchi” Adrien pointed out making Kagami chuckle.
“Adrien, you’re going to explode with the amount of food you have on the plate” Kagami joked making Adrien shake his head.
“No I won’t” Adrien answered making the girl shake her head at his denial.
“Alright, but don’t forget there’s dessert after lunch,”
“I know, there’s enough space for it” Adrien assured afterward the trio walked back to their seats and Adrien sat vice versa to Kagami, which sat between Zeynep and the dog plush Adrien won at the competition. Adrien sat between Amir and Eveline, then Amir elbowed the blonde and pointed at the plush.
“This is Jasmin, my date for today” Amir joked making Adrien laugh.
“Well she sure is a loyal partner to you”
“Whoa, Mr. Agreste you’re taking it really far than I thought anyone would” Armand D’Argencourt mentioned looking at the amount of food the blonde had on the plate.
“I can just bring it back, if you want to” Adrien mentioned embarrassed making Armand shake his head.
“No don’t worry, eat as much as you want. Your father isn’t here to judge you” The teacher explained making Adrien smile and grab his cutlery to start cutting his asparagus.
“What have you all got for weird combinations?” Etienne asked looking over at the other classmates.
“I’ve got chicken nuggets from the fast-food buffet covered with cocktail sauce, fries, peas, and tomato filled with minced meat and covered with cheese” Mohamed recited his full plate.
“I’ve got the same, but I included noodles with Carbonara, Hollandaise, Cinque Pi, and Pesto sauce” Amir added.
“I’ve got Schnitzel, Mashed Potatoes, Fries and cauliflower,” Zeynep pointed out.
“I’ve got Tofu with Broccoli and Beans” Eveline answered. “Later I may get something else,”
“I’ve picked Potatoes with Stroganoff and Carrots for now” Laura mentioned. “I’m not very hungry at the moment”
“You can always have another round if you have to,” Armand said. “You all can. The price is still the same”
“I bet Adrien will have a second round” Etienne jested making Adrien stick his tongue out at the boy’s comment.
“No, I take a dessert after it” Responded the blonde taking his fork full of minced meat into his mouth, making him smile at the flavor of the tasted meat. “That sauce is delicious, bad I didn’t pay attention, which sort is which,”
“You can all start eating without me, I just want to inform you all about the next step. We will overnight at the museum-hotel far on the other end of the park. If I’m not wrong, it’s the Scandinavian part. We’re going to be at that hotel for the rest of our nights here and dinner time will be around 19:00. The rest of the night you can all hang out in the bedroom, in the lounge, coffee bar, do whatever you want as long as you don’t get into trouble”
“Anything?” Mohamed asked widening his eyes.
“I don’t know, what you have in your mind boy, but avoid messing up things or else we all are kicked out of here” Mr. D’Argencourt warned earning a nod from the boy.
“Amir is most likely to do that,” Mohamed said.
“Stop lying, Amir!” Amir shouted making the twin flip his bird jokingly at him taking his brother’s name to trick out their teacher.
“This won’t work, idiot” Mohamed warned picking up a nugget from his plate to eat. “Doing that, when Kagami or Etienne were new worked”
“Now…..at least most of the times, I could figure out you two” Kagami confessed scooping into her mouth rice with her fork.
“With the time, you realize both are a little more different than they seem to be” Adrien added shoving fries in his mouth. “Has anyone got ketchup?” Mumbled the blonde, then Eveline passed the ketchup bottle out to the blonde. “Merci”
“Has anyone already have an idea, what to ride next?” Zeynep asked, watching the group shrug their shoulders.
“Why don’t you tell us your suggestion?” Eveline said.
“Yeah” Etienne agreed. “You were once here after all”
“Hmm before….I think first we should take a regular ride, that’s not that fast or has any loops, that could make us feel bad after riding it” Zeynep mentioned.
“What do you suggest? Adrien asked while picking up meat from his plate.
“Let me see the map” Zeynep answered opening the map in front of the table to check the locations, that the amusement park had to offer. “The nearest thing here is the panorama trail, which goes around the park like a regular locomotive”
“Is a good start” Etienne mentioned. “Hey before we head to the roller coasters, which is the slowest one?”
“Are you…..nugget?” Amir asked. “Get it? Chicken? Nugget?” The Egyptian boy said making Etienne look displeased at Amir’s bad joke.
“No, I had the idea we could begin from the slowest ones to the fastest one” Etienne mentioned. “Just an idea” “We could actually” Laura answered. “So we can get used to the speeds”
“And the forms” Eveline added.
“In case someone is still feeling full from the lunch…..maybe Adrien” Zeynep added making a few chuckle.
“Why is everyone offended by my eating habit?” Adrien asked before he guided his fork filled with a cut piece of asparagus covered in white sauce.
“We’re not offended. We just want to make sure no one has to puke, mostly you, since you’ve got so much in your stomach”
“Oh…..thanks” Adrien answered embarrassed.
“Hey, we could take the Alp Express in the Austrian part. It’s not that fast and it’s almost a straight rail,”
“Sounds good” Kagami answered. “Afterward we can take a faster rollercoaster”
“Hey I’d like to try out the ones with the two towers, can we try them afterward?” Mohamed asked earning a nod from the Turkish girl.
“Yeah why not” Zeynep answered. “I’ve seen a lot of people there, I don’t know, how long we have to wait”
“I feel like we will have to wait a lot in the evening. Have you seen the number of visitors?” Eveline asked.
“We better stay there for the next hour, until it comes to our turn” Mohamed suggested.
“We lose time anyway with walking around looking for attractions and their waiting time” Kagami added earning a nod from Zeynep and Eveline.
“Alright, so we take the panorama rail, then the alp express and in the end, we take the Euromir, then we check out for a next ride” Zeynep listed down for the others to hear it.
“Don’t forget the ones with the tower” Amir mentioned.
“I’ve mentioned it” Zeynep pointed out.
“Oh...”
“Sounds good to me” Etienne answered with the others nodding.
“Yeah” Adrien approved, then grabbed his cup with juice to take a sip, continuing to lunch along with his fencing pals.
The fencing class sat around a table with the absence of Adrien, Kagami and Etienne, which were standing at the buffet together to scope for themselves what they wanted to eat.
“That’s why it’s called all-you-can-eat,” Etienne told Adrien, which had on his plate a bit of asparagus covered with hollandaise sauce. “You’re allowed to put everything you want on your table no matter if the combination makes sense or not”
“Okay,” Adrien answered.
“You could even put the hollandaise sauce over the spaghetti instead of the tomato sauce for example. It wouldn’t matter”
“Okay, thank you” Adrien answered, then looked over the buffet at the variations of foods spread all over the buffet, then Adrien looked at the two gastronom containers one filled with Pommes Frites and the other filled with cooked potatoes, then Adrien smiled and picked with the pliers onto his plate a few fries, then moved forward to look at the various meat sorts and procession of the different menus. Adrien looked up at the plastic protection to see the names on it.
“What should I pick?” Adrien asked “Sliced meat in the Vienna or the Zurich-style?” Adrien asked making Etienne roll his eyes.
“Why don’t you pick up both?” The brunette answered sarcastically, then Adrien smiled and put a half spoon from both types of meat on his plate making Etienne wide his eyes at his deed. “You’re really going to eat that much?”
“I can eat a lot without any problem” Adrien answered. “I just don’t have the chance to take so much, because of my father”
“Okay” Etienne responded, then Adrien looked at Kagami, which stood in front of him picking up a spring roll, then looked back at the boys, which waited for her to continue.
“Hey are you interested in spring rolls, they’re delicious” Kagami offered earning a nod from Adrien.
“Sure” Adrien replied, then Etienne widened his eyes as he saw a few containers behind the ones of the minced meat a waiter fill a container with Duchess potatoes.
“I found something better for me, be right back” Etienne mentioned moving behind Kagami to get to the man, so he could e able to scoop out for himself the freshly-made potatoes.
“I could take one to try it” Kagami mentioned picking out with the pliers a roll for Adrien, then picked a second one earning a smile from Adrien.
“Thanks” Adrien answered moving forwards with the girl. “Oh, there’s Gnocchi” Adrien pointed out making Kagami chuckle.
“Adrien, you’re going to explode with the amount of food you have on the plate” Kagami joked making Adrien shake his head.
“No I won’t” Adrien answered making the girl shake her head at his denial.
“Alright, but don’t forget there’s dessert after lunch,”
“I know, there’s enough space for it” Adrien assured afterward the trio walked back to their seats and Adrien sat vice versa to Kagami, which sat between Zeynep and the dog plush Adrien won at the competition. Adrien sat between Amir and Eveline, then Amir elbowed the blonde and pointed at the plush.
“This is Jasmin, my date for today” Amir joked making Adrien laugh.
“Well she sure is a loyal partner to you”
“Whoa, Mr. Agreste you’re taking it really far than I thought anyone would” Armand D’Argencourt mentioned looking at the amount of food the blonde had on the plate.
“I can just bring it back, if you want to” Adrien mentioned embarrassed making Armand shake his head.
“No don’t worry, eat as much as you want. Your father isn’t here to judge you” The teacher explained making Adrien smile and grab his cutlery to start cutting his asparagus.
“What have you all got for weird combinations?” Etienne asked looking over at the other classmates.
“I’ve got chicken nuggets from the fast-food buffet covered with cocktail sauce, fries, peas, and tomato filled with minced meat and covered with cheese” Mohamed recited his full plate.
“I’ve got the same, but I included noodles with Carbonara, Hollandaise, Cinque Pi, and Pesto sauce” Amir added.
“I’ve got Schnitzel, Mashed Potatoes, Fries and cauliflower,” Zeynep pointed out.
“I’ve got Tofu with Broccoli and Beans” Eveline answered. “Later I may get something else,”
“I’ve picked Potatoes with Stroganoff and Carrots for now” Laura mentioned. “I’m not very hungry at the moment”
“You can always have another round if you have to,” Armand said. “You all can. The price is still the same”
“I bet Adrien will have a second round” Etienne jested making Adrien stick his tongue out at the boy’s comment.
“No, I take a dessert after it” Responded the blonde taking his fork full of minced meat into his mouth, making him smile at the flavor of the tasted meat. “That sauce is delicious, bad I didn’t pay attention, which sort is which,”
“You can all start eating without me, I just want to inform you all about the next step. We will overnight at the museum-hotel far on the other end of the park. If I’m not wrong, it’s the Scandinavian part. We’re going to be at that hotel for the rest of our nights here and dinner time will be around 19:00. The rest of the night you can all hang out in the bedroom, in the lounge, coffee bar, do whatever you want as long as you don’t get into trouble”
“Anything?” Mohamed asked widening his eyes.
“I don’t know, what you have in your mind boy, but avoid messing up things or else we all are kicked out of here” Mr. D’Argencourt warned earning a nod from the boy.
“Amir is most likely to do that,” Mohamed said.
“Stop lying, Amir!” Amir shouted making the twin flip his bird jokingly at him taking his brother’s name to trick out their teacher.
“This won’t work, idiot” Mohamed warned picking up a nugget from his plate to eat. “Doing that, when Kagami or Etienne were new worked”
“Now…..at least most of the times, I could figure out you two” Kagami confessed scooping into her mouth rice with her fork.
“With the time, you realize both are a little more different than they seem to be” Adrien added shoving fries in his mouth. “Has anyone got ketchup?” Mumbled the blonde, then Eveline passed the ketchup bottle out to the blonde. “Merci”
“Has anyone already have an idea, what to ride next?” Zeynep asked, watching the group shrug their shoulders.
“Why don’t you tell us your suggestion?” Eveline said.
“Yeah” Etienne agreed. “You were once here after all”
“Hmm before….I think first we should take a regular ride, that’s not that fast or has any loops, that could make us feel bad after riding it” Zeynep mentioned.
“What do you suggest? Adrien asked while picking up meat from his plate.
“Let me see the map” Zeynep answered opening the map in front of the table to check the locations, that the amusement park had to offer. “The nearest thing here is the panorama trail, which goes around the park like a regular locomotive”
“Is a good start” Etienne mentioned. “Hey before we head to the roller coasters, which is the slowest one?”
“Are you…..nugget?” Amir asked. “Get it? Chicken? Nugget?” The Egyptian boy said making Etienne look displeased at Amir’s bad joke.
“No, I had the idea we could begin from the slowest ones to the fastest one” Etienne mentioned. “Just an idea” “We could actually” Laura answered. “So we can get used to the speeds”
“And the forms” Eveline added.
“In case someone is still feeling full from the lunch…..maybe Adrien” Zeynep added making a few chuckle.
“Why is everyone offended by my eating habit?” Adrien asked before he guided his fork filled with a cut piece of asparagus covered in white sauce.
“We’re not offended. We just want to make sure no one has to puke, mostly you, since you’ve got so much in your stomach”
“Oh…..thanks” Adrien answered embarrassed.
“Hey, we could take the Alp Express in the Austrian part. It’s not that fast and it’s almost a straight rail,”
“Sounds good” Kagami answered. “Afterward we can take a faster rollercoaster”
“Hey I’d like to try out the ones with the two towers, can we try them afterward?” Mohamed asked earning a nod from the Turkish girl.
“Yeah why not” Zeynep answered. “I’ve seen a lot of people there, I don’t know, how long we have to wait”
“I feel like we will have to wait a lot in the evening. Have you seen the number of visitors?” Eveline asked.
“We better stay there for the next hour, until it comes to our turn” Mohamed suggested.
“We lose time anyway with walking around looking for attractions and their waiting time” Kagami added earning a nod from Zeynep and Eveline.
“Alright, so we take the panorama rail, then the alp express and in the end, we take the Euromir, then we check out for a next ride” Zeynep listed down for the others to hear it.
“Don’t forget the ones with the tower” Amir mentioned.
“I’ve mentioned it” Zeynep pointed out.
“Oh...”
“Sounds good to me” Etienne answered with the others nodding.
“Yeah” Adrien approved, then grabbed his cup with juice to take a sip, continuing to lunch along with his fencing pals.
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sapphicsaro · 5 years
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anya || infinity war
here is the next installment of the “anya” series. i tried to put as much fluff as i could before it got depressing... 
enjoy!
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“Ahh!! She’s gonna get you Anya!! RUN!!”
The little girl giggled and ran as fast as she could, her mother chasing behind her, arms reached out to grab her daughter. The three, almost four, year old was laughing hard, running towards her father, her mother close to catching her.
Just as she neared her father, Natasha grabbed the toddler from behind, lifting her into her arms. “Gotcha!” she growled into the little girl’s ear, dragging her down to the grass with her. She hovered over her daughter, who could not stop the giggles from coming out of her. 
“No! Ha, ha! No, mama!”
“And now, I’ll use my secret weapon... TICKLES!” 
“No!!” Anya laughed as Natasha took her fingers and tickled her young daughter’s sides. 
Little Anya’s giggles were even louder now, and Clint ran towards his two girls. “I’ll save you, Anya!” He grabbed Natasha from behind, pulling her down on top of him as he laid on the ground. He held her close to him, restraining her, “Get her Anya!”
Anya got up, climbed on top of her mother and flopped against her, “I got you!!”
“Oh no!” Natasha shouted, faking her fear, as she wrapped her hands around the small child’s body. “You got me!”
Anya continued laughing, now wrapped in her mother’s arms, her father below them both. 
It seemed like a picture perfect moment. A family of three playing outside on a beautiful day, running through the backyard of their farmhouse in the rural country. This didn’t look like the family of two assassin parents with their unexpected child; for once, the Romanoff-Barton family seemed like every other mother and father with their child. 
Clint rolled over, knocking Natasha off of him, Anya still tightly wrapped in her arms. Natasha moved, placing Anya upright in between her two parents who stayed lying on the ground. 
Clint looked over at Natasha who smiled widely at her daughter; she was so beautiful. 
She noticed him staring and looked back over, “What?”
He shook his head, smiling, “Nothing.”
“Mama, Papa? Can we eat dinner soon?” 
Clint chuckled, “Of course, pigeon. What do you feel like eating?”
“Hmm... sandwiches?”
Natasha smiled, “Is that so? Well, I must say I’m an expert on how to make the perfect peanut butter sandwich. If that sounds good?”
Anya nodded, “Yes please!”
The three got up, Natasha carrying the three year old in her arms, and made their way back to the house. As they walked up the steps, Natasha placed Anya down, grabbing her hand.
“Go wash up with papa, I’ll start lunch.”
Natasha watched her little girl head up the wooden stairs with her father, laughing as her dad kept poking her sides. 
This was the longest she had gotten to be home since Anya was born. After letting Steve and Bucky go, Tony had warned her they would be after her, and she ran. A bottle of hair color later, she was back in Missouri, her little girl snuggled up in her arms. She wasn’t retired like Clint, but she definitely had fewer missions. 
Which meant more time at home. 
Natasha no longer spent her days fighting and killing; instead, she was making pancakes and playing tag with a three year old. It was nice to have a break every once in a while, and after the team was torn apart, this was the perfect time. 
She still went on missions when Steve called. She needed to. 
Clint had this wonderful ability to stop his work and be perfectly fine being a stay at home dad. She couldn’t do it. She needed to continue fighting; Clint understood that. 
But, she made more of an effort to be home. After Vienna, and seeing her daughter scream when being separated from her, she knew she was going to have to spend more time in Missouri for her daughter’s sake. 
So, she had found a balance of work and home. 
Look at her go; progress. 
She cut the peanut butter sandwiches diagonally, one for her, one for Anya, and a peanut butter and jelly for Clint. She got apple juice into a bottle for Anya, and poured two glasses of lemonade for her and her husband. Natasha got the table set when she heard the little pitter patter of her daughter’s footsteps coming down the stairs, Clint close behind. 
Anya had changed from the striped shirt and overalls she had ruined while playing, and into a baggy sweater and leggings. Natasha came over, lifting the young girl and placing her on her booster seat at the table. 
“Here you go missy. Make sure you eat it all, and finish your juice.”
“Okay, mama.”
Clint came around the corner, silent, and leaned against the doorframe.
“What?” Natasha asked, clearly something was wrong. 
“You got a phone call.”
Oh.
“Which phone?”
“Your work phone. It was Steve.” 
Natasha took her seat at the table, taking a sip from her lemonade. “Did he say what he needed?”
Clint sighed and went to the table, sitting down in the chair across from her, their daughter glancing between them periodically. “He’s stopping by tomorrow morning. There’s another mission.”
Natasha, her mouth full, just nodded. 
“You have to leave again, mama?”
Natasha swallowed, “Maybe, маленький (little one). Is that okay?”
Anya took a sip from her juice, nodding. “Duty calls!”
Clint laughed, “Who taught you that?”
“Uncle Tony.”
“Of course,” Natasha rolled her eyes. “Well, we’ll see what he wants tomorrow. Maybe it’s not what we think.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot how often Captain America likes to just drop by and visit by calling your work phone and being vague.”
“Clint.”
“I’m just saying, think realistically.” He took a big bite of his sandwich, “He wants you back for a mission. So, let’s have some fun together before you leave again.”
Natasha raised her eyebrow, “Movie night?”
Anya’s face lit up, “Movie night??”
Clint smiled, “That’s what I was thinking.”
Natasha locked eyes with Clint, knowing the two needed to speak in private about this phone call, but kept the mood light for now, for their daughter. 
Movie night was a tradition to help Anya with the transition of Natasha going away. She would get to spend the whole night with her mom, cuddling, eating snacks, and would be so tired that she easily fell asleep. If Natasha left without doing a movie night, Anya’s anxiety took the best of her and Clint would be up all night trying to ease her mind. 
And thus, tonight would be a movie night. Anya always got to pick what they watched. Clint would sigh, and Natasha would remind him that she is a three year old, and to knock it off. 
Tonight’s selection was Brave. Wow, what a shocker. A movie about a redheaded archer? Why wouldn’t it be their daughter’s favorite?
After their meal, Clint started to clean up and Natasha sent Anya to go play in the living room, knowing that they were going to have to talk. She sat down at the table, watching him scrub their plates. “So we going to talk, or are you going to keep pretending like you’re fine?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His back stayed to her, hands still scrubbing away at the dishes.
“If you don’t want me to go, I need you to say it to me.”
“Who said that?”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “Clint.”
He turned off the water, finishing the last dish, and dried off his hands. “It’s not that. I don’t not want you to go.”
“…but?”
“If you think I’m ever going to say I want you to go, it’s not going to happen. I obviously love having you here, and us being all together. But, I know work is important.” 
Natasha stood up, walking closer to him, arms crossed. “So, you’re fine with me going?”
“Of course. I just-jeez, I don’t know. I’ll...I’ll miss you,” He said, looking down at the ground. 
Natasha closed the distance between them, pulling his arms around her as she rested against his chest. “You know I miss you guys too, it’s just-”
“You need to work, I know.” He rubbed her back, pushing his face into her (now blonde) hair. “I miss the red.”
She laughed against him, “I heard a rumor blondes have more fun.” She looked up at him, and he bent down, giving her a kiss on the lips. 
“Yeah, but you were freaky as a redhead, too.”
She slapped his chest, “Our child is in the other room!”
“Well, how do you think she got here in the first place?” He laughed.
“I swear to god…” She tried to pull out of his arms, but he just pulled her closer.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Forgive me, I was joking!”
She kissed him once more, “You’re lucky I like you.”
“That’s exactly what my other wife says,” he said, smiling. 
Natasha smirked, “Well maybe your other wife can fuck you tonight after I tuck our kid into bed.” She walked away, leaving Clint in the kitchen, mouth dropped open. 
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Clint and Natasha have seen Brave far too many times. But it made their daughter happy, so who were they to say no to another round? The family cuddled up on the couch all together, Natasha against Clint, Anya against Natasha.  
The coffee table in front of them was coated with snacks from popcorn to cookies; Clint was in charge of the food and, honestly, it was mostly for him then Anya. Anya was resting on her mother, back to her chest, her tiny hands over her mother’s. She was intently watching the screen, even though she almost had this movie memorized. 
The little girl bounced in her mother’s arm as Merida shot her arrows, Anya’s face beaming at the screen. Natasha laughed, glancing over at Clint, who shrugged his shoulders, “What can I say? Everyone loves a good bow and arrow.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, and Clint kissed her before placing a small kiss on Anya’s head. 
“Papa, look! It’s like you!”
Natasha smirked, “You two are practically twins.”
Clint pretended to toss his hair, “I know.” 
Anya shook her head, “No papa, I’m Merida! See? Red hair!” She tugged at her short red head curls.
“Yeah, daddy, don’t be ridiculous,” Natasha said, smiling as she placed a gentle kiss on her daughter’s cheek.
They continued this for the rest of the movie, cracking jokes, sneaking kisses, and watching Anya’s excitement as the princess on screen did anything. 
Normally, Anya would begin to get tired, calming down in Natasha’s arms, eyes struggling to stay open, but this wasn’t the case tonight. Natasha couldn’t blame Clint because Anya hardly ate anything (one cookie an hour ago, and some popcorn would hardly keep her this awake). The movie was starting to end, and Anya quieted, but was still wide awake in her mother’s arms. Clint looked over, seeing his daughter’s eyes get big and her bottom lip sticking out slightly.
“What’s wrong, little red?” 
Natasha glanced down at her daughter, the credits starting to roll on the screen, “Anya, are you okay?” 
Anya turned in her mother’s arms, facing both of her parents, “Yeah. I’m just going to miss you mama.” She curled into Natasha’s chest, her mother wrapping her arms around her and squeezing her gently.
“I’ll miss you too.” Anya was still pressed up to her mother’s chest, eyes squeezed shut as her mother rubbed circles on their back. Clint half-smiled, leaning over to kiss his wife, and placed a hand on their daughter’s back, reassuring her.
Anya lifted her head, and Natasha kissed her nose, “Papa will be here the entire time, and I’ll be back before you know it.”
The little girl smiled slightly and nodded, “Okay, mama.”
“I think it’s bedtime though, my child,” Natasha said, looking over at Clint for backup.
Clint glanced at his non-existent watch on his wrist, then back at Anya, “Mhmm. Most definitely. All little girls under four must be in bed immediately. Or the tickle monster is going to come and get them.”
Anya’s eyes went wide, “No!”
Clint nodded furiously, “Oh yes.”
Anya pushed her way out of Natasha’s arms, running towards the stairs, her parents both slowly following behind. 
“Nice one, Clint. Let’s scare our child right before bed.”
Clint shrugged, “Is she going to bed or what?”
Natasha slapped his chest lightly, “I hate you.””
Clint grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips, “No you don’t.”
They finished getting upstairs, both heading into Anya’s room to tuck her in.
Natasha and Anya recited their poem, the little girl snuggled into her blankets, her mother sitting on the bed beside her. She ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair, rubbing her fingers across her cheeks too. 
Clint walked over, pressing a kiss to Anya’s forehead, “Night night, Merida.”
Anya giggled, “Goodnight, papa.”
“I love you, goober.”
“I love you too.”
Clint left the room, leaving Natasha with their daughter. Anya’s eyes stayed opened, not wanting to sleep still. Natasha smiled, nudging Anya to scoot over, as she laid down in the tiny bed with her. Anya rested her head on her chest, listening to her mother’s heart beat, Natasha’s arm wrapped around her little one, tracing small circles on her skin. 
“Are you getting sleepy yet?”
“A little.”
“Hmm, what will help you get to sleep?”
Anya shrugged, “Moon song?”
“Moon song? What, are you too old for La Vie En Rose?” 
Anya giggled, “I like them both. I just want moon song tonight.”
Natasha grinned, cuddling closer to her baby girl, “Okay. You start it off.”
Anya little voice sheepishly began, “I’m lying on the moon...”
“My dear, I’ll be there soon... It’s a quiet and starry place... Times we’re swallowed up in space ... We’re here a million miles away ...”
Anya’s eyes began to get heavy. 
“There’s things I wish I knew... There’s no thing I’d keep from you... It’s a dark and shiny place... But with you, my dear, I’m safe...”
Her eyes shut.
“And we’re a million miles away.”
Natasha kissed her head, “Goodnight маленький (little one).”
Anya grumbled, “G’night. I love you.”
“I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
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“She out?”
“Like a light.”
“Damn, one more point to mama. I don’t know how you do it.”
Natasha smiled, stripping off her sweats and stealing one of Clint’s shirts for bed. “Tonight I had to sing, too. Our child is getting picky.”
“Like father, like daughter.” Clint had only his boxers on, heading into the bed. 
Natasha flicked off the lights and crawled in beside him, resting her head on his bare chest, pressing her lips to his skin. “Mhmm.”
Clint tilted her head up, hand under her chin, and pressed his lips to hers. “I’ll miss you too.”
“It’s just another mission. I’ll be back soon.”
“I know. It just... It just feels different. I don’t know why.”
Natasha sighed against him, “I’ll be home before you know it.”
He held her close, breathing her in, “I know.” 
Her eyes met his, and she pulled him down for another kiss. He smiled against her lips, and pulled her on top of him so she was straddling his legs. 
This was another perk of being home. Sure, Anya was the first positive, but having the chance to be with her husband was definitely another plus. 
Truthfully, they both missed the sex. 
It was hard not to miss it. Back before Anya, it was almost impossible for the two to keep away from each other. Now, they had to wait until bedtime and make sure she was actually asleep or else they would have another incident like two months ago. Luckily, they were still clothed for the most part, but boy, were they caught off guard. 
Tonight, the sex was passionate. Much more “making love”, then “fucking”. 
Ah, domestication, how it changes everything. 
He placed kisses against her neck and jawline, as he entered her, her eyes rolling back, fingernails digging into his back.
Yeah, she was going to miss him, too. 
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Natasha left early in the morning. Steve landed in the quinjet, and she was gone in less than an hour. Natasha kissed the sleepy Anya goodbye, and hugged Clint tightly, him placing a sweet kiss to her temple.
“Kick some ass.”
The jet left, and the father-daughter duo was left alone. 
“You want pancakes?” He whispered.
The little girl, her head resting against his shoulder, nodded, “Yeah.”
The rest of the day Anya was a little quiet, obviously missing her mother. Clint did everything he could to ease her mind; he was going to spoil her today. 
He decided to take her into town, going to the local shops, just for her to look around. She picked out some things, including two new toys, and a small music box that had a ballerina spin when it was opened. She kept opening it up the whole day, the soft music getting stuck in Clint’s head. 
Anya started perking up around dinner time, as Clint started cracking jokes while they made his “famous” pasta. He couldn’t get enough of her giggles. 
She was clingy, constantly asking to be held, which did not mind Clint at all. He obliged, letting her snuggle up to him as much as she wanted. 
Natasha called later, damn timezones made him confused. But she told him about Wanda and Vision, and how she was headed back to their New York home. 
Things were complicated; she might not be home as soon as thought. 
He told her to take her time, he could hold down the fort here; just kick ass and get home safe. 
Anya told her about the music box, pressing it up to the phone so her mother could hear it. 
“It’s beautiful, honey.”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too. Be good for papa, okay? I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“Okay.”
“Uncle Steve, Sam and Rhodey say ‘hi’, Anya.”
“Hi.”
“I love you so much, маленький (little one).”
“I love you, mama.”
She slept in their bed that night, using her mother’s pillow which smelled like her shampoo. 
She knocked out.
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The next morning, Anya woke up at 6am, for what reason? God knows why. But, Clint got up with her, rubbing his eyes from exhaustion, and went to make breakfast. He put her in her booster seat, giving her paper and crayons to keep her occupied.
Today’s menu? Pancakes again. Wow, such a creative dad. 
Whatever. It was easy and didn’t take long to make. Plus she liked them.
He stopped behind Anya’s chair, plate full of cut up pancakes balancing in his hand, bending down to kiss the top of her head, “Hey Birdie, breakfast.” 
Her focus stayed on her drawing, switching from crayon to crayon, not even noticing the fluffy piece of pancakes placed in front of her.
“Hello? Earth to Anya? It’s time to eat.”
She continued furiously scribbling away, gripping the red crayon tightly, “Just…one…second…” She put it neatly back in the box and smiled, “Done.” Anya looked up at Clint, eyes wide, “Do you like it?”
Clint hugged her from behind, “I love it, Birdie.”
She picked up the paper, once blank, now with a doodle of the Avengers and her in front of the team tower. “It’s all of us! I drew Uncle Tony here, but if you look in the sky, you can see his suit flying. And here is us: you, me, and mama.” She handed it to Clint whose fingers traced over all of his team, before landing on a very colorful interpretation of Natasha, with bright red hair. “I colored her hair red so we would match, even though mama’s blonde now.”
He chuckled, “It’s perfect, Anya.” He kissed her head once more, “Now, please eat and maybe mama will call us later.”
“Okay!”
Clint scarved down his own breakfast (which if Tasha were here, he would been chewed out for eating: “Really Clint, pancakes again?”) before cleaning up after Anya. Somehow that kid gets syrup everywhere. 
Clint picked her up, “Go change and we can play outside.”
Anya practically leapt out of her father’s arms and ran to her bedroom, changing at the speed of light out of her Star Wars pjs (which were so wonderfully gifted to her by Sam last Christmas: “The kid needs a good cinematic education!”). 
She put on her favorite sweater and leggings, her hair still braided from when Clint did it the night before and the two made their way outside to play.
He hadn’t been in contact with Natasha today, although it was early and she was probably busy. She did call him when she landed in the tower yesterday, which probably inspired Anya’s drawing. She continued saying that “things were complicated”, and mentioned how “Thanos” had “big plans”, but they were unsure of what they were exactly. 
Thanos?
He remembered when their missions were executing weapons dealers. Not aliens and magical stones. 
He could hear the slight concern in her voice, but she would never admit to it. Fuck, they were trained assassins. They shouldn’t be scare of shit. (Except wasps, fuck wasps.)
She could handle another big, stupid alien. He wasn’t worried.
“Look papa! I can do a cartwheel!” 
“Nice one, pigeon!”
Anya ran back towards him, smiling widely, “Can we shoot targets?”
“Of course we can baby girl.” He picked her, grabbing their practice bows and arrows, and heading towards their makeshift target on the tree. 
Anya was good for a three year old. Sure, she missed the tree completely sometimes, but other times she managed to hit the target without her dad’s help. Yet, more often than not, she still would end up shooting arrows far past the tree, giggling as Clint jokingly sighed before fetching them back. 
She did it once more, this time Clint thought on purpose, laughing loudly as he trudged to pick up the arrow. “You’re lucky you’re cute!” he shouted, heading back towards her.
Her giggles stopped. “Papa?” Anya stood still, tears streaming down her cheeks. 
Clint ran to her as fast as he could, kneeling down in front of his three year old. “What’s wrong? Are you okay-”
“I don’t feel good papa.”
He held her shoulders, looking at her face, tears still streaming. “I got you baby-”
“I’ll be good, I promise, I’m sorry about the arrows-“
“Shhh, shh, you’re okay.” He refused to let go of her, her body starting to fade slowly away.
“Papa?”
And just like that she was gone: dust in his arms.
What. 
Clint fell to his knees.
There were no words, his baby disappeared, right there in his arms. He couldn’t speak, just tears flooding down, then a gut-wrenching scream. 
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author’s note: i am so sorry. please don’t hate me lol unfortunately the next chapter is equally as sad bc of endgame. BUT! i’ll start writing happier fics soon!
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ladyhallen · 5 years
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Asexual Problems
Sequel to Father Problems
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Tsuna’s problems couldn’t all be solved by scientists, no matter how well Tsuna paid them.
“You need what?” Tsuna asked again, just to be sure.
“We need another DNA, not just yours,” Shoichi repeated, a hint of a blush on his face. “We just need a cheek swab, nothing important. Since we’re technically doing genetic splicing instead of combining a male sperm and a female egg.”
Of course, here was the problem.
“Why male?” Tsuna asked.
Spanner gave him a deadpan look which Tsuna didn’t mind since all of Spanner’s looks were deadpan. “Tsuna-san, in case you haven’t noticed, you surround yourself with a lot of frightening, beautiful men. And besides, do you really want to ask the women?”
Here, Tsuna had a process of elimination.
Kyoko would agree, but then there was Ryohei to consider, who would probably murder him.
Hana would make Ryohei murder him too.
Haru could be considered, but…it was a toss-up whether she would laugh and agree or punch him. Last resort if the gene splicing failed and he really needed a woman.
Bianchi, frighteningly enough, would probably agree. Which made him want to run away to Vienna.
Lal Mirch was completely out of the question. He didn’t want to commit suicide via Colonnello.
Alright, maybe they had a point. Asking the men and doing gene splicing was easier than asking the women.
“Fine,” Tsuna sighed. “I’ll get you another DNA.”
Spanner raised an eyebrow at him. “When?”
A deadline, dammit. “Within the week.”
Spanner had the gal to roll his eyes at him. This was why Shoichi was his favorite.
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And then, before Tsuna could make a list and do a process of elimination, someone told Reborn about it.
“Baka-Tsuna, I heard you wanted to make a baby. Who’s the other DNA?” Reborn asked.
It took immense effort not to cringe. His shoulders went stiff instead.
“I’m still thinking about it,” Tsuna said. It sounded sullen to his own ears and Reborn rapped him sharply at the back of the skull, making him wince.
“Be firm,” Reborn scolded. “Don’t hang your head like that.”
“I’m still thinking about it,” Tsuna repeated firmly. “Who told you?”
Reborn raised an eyebrow. “I know everything.”
Tsuna hadn’t fallen for that since he was sixteen. “Get serious.”
Reborn chuckled, warm and proud of him. It made feel ridiculously giddy. “Spanner told me. To make sure you actually do it and not ignore it until it’s staring you in the face.”
Tsuna did have a history of ignoring his problems until it was pointing a gun at him and the only way to solve it was either a Hibari let loose or using Sky Flames and tossing it out of the window.
He sighed. “Alright. I’m still considering though. It’s not like I can just ask any of my guardians. There will be pouting if it seems like I’m favoring someone over another.”
Reborn conceded the point with a tip of his fedora. His guardians were ridiculously possessive. “Point. But you don’t have to tell anyone save the other donor. It’s not their business but you and whoever it is.”
“Who was It that told me that my business was Vongola business?” Tsuna demanded, not exactly disagreeing.
“Brat!” Reborn scolded, sounding mostly delighted instead of angry. “And here I thought you were growing a backbone.”
Reborn cocked his gun and Tsuna yelped, diving out of his door.
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Who could he ask? Tsuna wondered.
His guardians were out of the question. So much pouting, if anyone discovered who the other donor was.
Tsuna loved them, but he didn’t want to deal with the pouting.
The other Arcobaleno could be considered. They were mostly freelance and powerful enough to continue the bloodline of Vongola.
But. He also wanted to look closer to home.
The Varia. Hmm…
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“Tenth!” Hayato wailed. “Reborn told us. You’re having a baby?”
All the other guardians were there, a rare and ridiculous feat. They were too busy to gather in one place save for Christmas.
It was a planned ambush.
“Yup!” Tsuna agreed, seeing no point in lying.
“That’s great, Tsuna!” Takeshi said. He was grinning like he’s about to see the greatest joke in existence. Come to think of it, so was Mukuro.
“Who’s the spawn’s other father,” Lambo asked.
Lambo was no longer his favorite guardian. NOPE.
“None of your business,” Tsuna said firmly. Reborn would be proud of him.
“Tsunayoshi,” Mukuro said, sounding on the verge of laughter. “What are you not telling us?”
Tsuna did not squirm.
“Is it a secret?” Chrome asked, the traitor.
“I will find out,” Hibari growled out.
Tsuna didn’t feign bravery. He ran.
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Shoichi sent him regular updates on the little baby growing inside the tank.
“He’s growing his brain,” Shoichi texted. “It’s fascinating.”
Then, “The fingers and the feet are taking shape. The head still looks funny.”
And finally, “It looks like a baby. He’ll be out in a couple of months. You better start thinking about names.”
Names! Tsuna thought with dismay.
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“Kyoko, what do you think I should name my baby?” he asked her over tea.
Kyoko had grown into an incredibly graceful and beautiful woman with the propensity to disembowel people who angered her with a gentle smile.
She giggled. “Shouldn’t you ask the other parent?” she asked.
The other parent, still unnamed and unknown save to Tsuna, wanted nothing to do with his Vongola madness. Which. Hypocritical of him. He was working for the Vongola madness.
“He doesn’t want to,” Tsuna said. “Which was the best I could hope for, which is why I asked him.”
Kyoko tipped her teacup, conceding the point. “Well, first, you have to decide if you want them to have a Japanese name or an Italian name.”
A Japanese name while heading the Italian Mafia. It sounded like the beginning of a bad joke, except Tsuna had faced a lot of problems when he started because of his foreign name.
“You give good advice,” Tsuna said as thanks. “Have you tried the scones? Haru was baking some last night.”
Kyoko giggled, and that was that.
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Another problem arose.
Because Shoichi’s lab, where the little blueberry was being grown, was finally found by Hibari and his snooping.
“Omnivore,” Hibari growled in his ear, making Tsuna freeze receiving the phone call. “Why does your spawn have that hair.”
It was Tsuna’s hope that blueberry would inherit his hair, or his dads.
Not. The other parent. Dammit.
“He has the other donors hair?” Tsuna answered, cursing that it came out as a question.
Hibari dropped the call with a growl.
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“Sawada,” Squalo - the newly revealed other parent, scowled at him. He stormed the room fully armed and holding his sword-arm prosthetic. “Why am I being attacked by your guardians?”
Tsuna cringed. “They found out,” he sighed.
Squalo stared. “You didn’t tell them?”
The still unnamed blueberry wailed on his bassinet beside him. It sounded like a punctuation to his life, which was saying something. “It wasn’t their business.”
Squalo threw his hands up in the air, looking incredibly put upon. “I agreed to probably being attacked by your Storm. I did not agree about your Mist.”
Mukuro, who was probably doing this for the entertainment value.
“I’ll talk to him,” Tsuna said.
He turned to look at his blueberry, the baby blinking large doe eyes he’d inherited from Tsuna at him. Coupled with the silvery hair from Squalo, he was adorable. He would also be the most spoiled child due to it.
“Oh no,” he heard Squalo whimper over his shoulder. “It’s cute.”
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I chose Squalo, because I just wanted to write that last scene. A baby. Defeating the Sword Emperor.
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Celebration 2019 VIP Day 2
(Though it doesn’t really matter for the price point today as we were all together on this shorter day). Opening Session
JD Steele led us in a sing along of Forever in My Life
Prince’s memoir announcement
Opening screening : Vienna June 7, 2014 with 3rdeyegirl
Guitar
Plectrumelectrum
Crimson and Clover
She’s Always in My Hair
Purple Rain
Play That Funky Music 
Screwdriver
What’s My Name/Sacrifice of Victor/Papa
JD Steele : Asked P what 7 from the [Symbol] album was about. He said it represents 7 record companies that enslave us all “and now we’re down to 2″
Jeff Katz
Moderated by Gilbert Davidson
Did the album covers for Parade, Sign O the Times, Scandalous Sex Suite
Resident photographer for Under the Cherry Moon
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Shot first couple of days on set of Under the Cherry Moon. The cover was captured within 5 minutes of the beginning of the photoshoot.
They’d never shoot with a purpose, it was usually shot for the moment and it was applied it later.
The look Prince wanted to achieve for the film was met with resistance by the film company. Jeff had taken a Polaroid. P held up said Polaroid and said “this is what I want my movie to look like”
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One year later he was dressed like this.
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Paisley Park wasn’t done yet this was shot at a warehouse on Flying Cloud in Eden Prairie. 
The background was from Chanhassen Dinner theatre, the set of “Guys and Dolls”. 
He used a 16 second exposure for this and asked Prince to stay still for as long...P walked away after 8 that’s why he’s transparent.
Didn’t talk much, mostly used non-verbal communication.
Question : How much did his music influence images? Answer : Pics never synced with music, again they were matched to the music after.
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After SOTT era, he came back and Prince looked like this. This was shot at Paisley.
P:  “I’m gonna go home and come back in a few hours.” Jeff took a nap at the studio.
And P returned looking like this :
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These last two pictures were part of a 36 hour photoshoot.
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P : Have you ever seen Barbarella? Jeff : Yes P : That’s what I want this to look like
Processed film to make it look like a cartoon
Looking into the possibility of doing a book “We want him represented in the best ways possible” (Wasn’t a promising option at the time by how they were talking about it despite the loud cheers of encouragement from the crowd)
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There was an alternate version of this image of P sitting up looking straight into the camera. It was in black and white. There was an audible gasp from the crowd. (Edited to add said photo)
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Jeff : Done in Stockholm in a tiny studio. “Let the intensity come from the person and their eyes”
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Prince : “Shoot some details”
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Gilbert was prince’s trainer, joked that he’d look like this after one day of working out.
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His last shoot with P.
P wanted cityscapes, but didn’t want want to be in the city so Steve found some backdrops to use instead.
Gilbert : Why are you so silent about your work? “I like photo sessions. I like shooting...not so much editing...when the session is done, I move on.
Gilbert : What advice do you have for aspiring photographers?
Jeff : You have to have an image with stopping power...see something differently than how someone else is seeing it.”
Note : There were several unseen images included as part of this presentation that are not on this site. A book would be wonderful to have! 
Graffiti Bridge
Moderated by Steve Parke Ingrid Chavez - Star of GB, May 1992 album on Paisley Park Records TC Ellis - Grew up with P, True Confessions Paisley Park Record Craig Rice - Played in a band with Andre Cymone back in the day, Assistant Director Purple Rain, Co-producer Graffiti Bridge, Managed Mazarati, President of Paisley Park Enterprises, Produced/Directed Paisley Music Videos
Craig
Prince and Craig talked about doing another movie. Wanted to call it “May U Live to See the Dawn” intending it to be a new age musical
Sets built at Paisley
Wanted to bring the original Time back
Intended to be a spiritual journey party/introspective music
“7 corners” west bank...with 7 clubs on each corner
Clubs different flavors and music
TC
TC knew Prince singe age 11
Always bugging Prince about rap and P wasn’t into it
True Confessions was done before Graffiti Bridge
His character in the movie is true to life
Ingrid
Ran into P at a club. Rode out to Paisley. Began friendship.
That winter recorded tracks, collabed with Prince. She’d read her poetry while he played different instruments to go with it on the fly.
Later in a band called Skyfish. She got the tape to Prince. P filled her apartment up with white flowers. Called and played her Heaven Must Be Near. She did a music video for it. Craig shot it and Prince edited it.
Craig 
Prince sent Craig to go meet Ingrid “I want you to meet this women” Craig “Oh yeah okay...🙄”. Was impressed by Ingrid “She’s an artist...a real artist Prince you have to respect her as one.”
Were looking to cast the role of the angel, Craig said Ingrid was it. 
Craig and TC were the only ones to hear Ingrid Justify My Love as a demo before Madonna covered it.
Craig GB was to be connected to Purple Rain, but was not to be grounded in reality.
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Steve : Started painting for prospective art directors. Didn't know GB was on the way. Levi shared a version of it it with Prince. Steve was told that it was on Prince’s desk, “and he looks at it every day”. P asked for changes (Put Jill Jones’s face on Cindy Crawford’s body, etc.) he used sandpaper to make the changes.
They built seven corners in the Paisley Park soundstage. There were roads, buildings, streetlamps.. Prince: “Oh my god can we keep it?”
TC
All of the old school cats we grew up with were in this. “I could feel the tension but it was all love”
“Had the feeling of the whole neighborhood together making Graffiti Bridge”
Terry and Jimmy held more weight now with their success, Ingrid was a bit of an outsider as even the extras were from the old neighborhood.
Ingrid hung out by herself a lot or with the members of The Time
P wanted everyone one set even if they weren’t filming.
Q&A Q :Why was the name of the movie changed to Graffiti Bridge? A : There was a bridge in Chanhassen called “Graffiti Bridge”, “May U Live to See the Dawn” was too long and didn’t sound like a film title. 7 Corners was too native to the Twin Cities
Also Prince wrote the script, they brought in a script writer to help him with it later...and he re-wrote it...then proceeded to ignore it.
Q : How was the movie received? A: It made money, but people really just wanted “Purple Rain 2″. They did a screening of the movie in Harlem and it didn’t go well. That was hard on Prince. 
Not about the music, it’s the community and bringing everyone together. 
Ingrid never watched the movie until Mothers’ Day 2018. Felt it wasn’t as bad she remembered.  
Q : Why didn’t you use the real Graffiti Bridge? A : Prince wanted to shoot the movie in winter...in Minnesota. Enough issues when they did Purple Rain during the cold Minnesota months.
Other side note : After the screenings, Prince’s confidence about GB started wavering. He didn’t promote it much.
Q : Why was Question of U cut from the movie? A : Running time. It would be in a special edition, but it didn’t make enough money for WB to support one.
Q : What does “May u live to see the dawn” mean? A : “Sometimes he would just say things and you’re just like ‘okay’”. (Nobody knew)
Q : Can you touch on the Still Would Stand All Time scene? A : It was shot at the club, not Paisley. Their Favorite Parts :  Ingrid : Love Machine scene because it was out of character for her TC Ellis : The rap...and then he rapped about the Paisley associated Minneapolis Black Music scene up until about the GB time (which was amazing by the way I hope he transcribes it and posts it somewhere! It had song and album titles and everything!)
And that was it for today for the sessions at Paisley! Big Screen was also tonight which unfortunately was the same show as last year, but still a good show nonetheless. Last year was slight shock/jam...this year for me was wayment...oh...okay whatever still Prince...and for some reason was way more emotional for me this year? Probably a personal thing though.) Day 3 tomorrow!
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Advanced Entomology - Chapter 1: The Etymology of Names
Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer
Rating: Carolina Reaper (See Masterlist for rating descriptions)
Warnings: dubious/uninformed consent, see masterpost A/N
Due to the nature of the questionable consent in this fic, if you enjoy this story enough to reblog it, please reblog the masterpost rather than individual chapters.
Author’s Note: Mostly just necking in this chapter. Necking and Gustav Klimt. (if you check this fic out on AO3, there are links to the paintings described in the text.)
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The museum is silent and empty, except for two figures.
“I thought there would be more people here,” she mumbles, blushing. Lucien smiles down at her, hands in the pockets of his white coat.
“We’re just lucky, I guess.” He admires the way his smooth voice makes her blush deepen.
“That’s true.” She perks up a bit. “At least I don’t have to try and see the paintings over someone’s shoulder.” No matter how many times it happens, she never guesses that he’s orchestrated their public isolation. Her naivete is touching. Ridiculous, but touching. It does make his mission easier; she trusts so easily, his butterfly.
Lucien leads her down the hallway to the gallery, their footsteps echoing. “I was so pleased when you told me about this exhibit. Gustav Klimt is one of my favourite painters.”
“Really?” Her smile is a beam of sunlight. “I had never heard of him before Kiki passed me the tickets.” Lucien schools his face into neutrality; Kiki is a most useful tool, with her schoolgirl giddiness for romantic contrivances. They pause at the large double doors. Lucien pushes one open and guides her inside with a hand on the small of her back. Her smile turns shy as she blushes again.
“Really. Klimt was a founding member of a group known as The Vienna Secession.” The gallery is a huge rectangular room. One side is entirely windowed, and the afternoon sun paints the wooden floor a warm chestnut hue. She stutters to a halt, taking in the collection. “He started as a painter of murals, but Viennese society at the time was very conservative.” Lucien leads her to the first painting of the exhibit. “His early works did not stand out from those of his peers.” He shoots a sidelong glance at her.
She leans close to the painting , squinting at the tiny faces. “It’s so detailed!”
“Yes,” Lucien chuckles. “Despite his lack of innovation in this period, Klimt was always very technically skilled.” He waits for her to return her attention to him before continuing to the next painting . “He was fascinated by the female form, and started incorporating the figures of myth into his work.”
“Is that a harp?”
“A lyre. This painting is of Sappho, an ancient Greek poet.” Lucien tucks his chin into his hand and smiles. “She was known for her words on love, particularly . . . between women.” She turns to stare at him, not sure if he’s joking. He nods.
“So Sappho was --?” She trails off, going red.
“From the isle of Lesbos, yes.” He ignores her luminescent blush and moves on. “Klimt wanted to incorporate sexuality into the existing symbological context, but was derided for putting ‘pornography’ into his public works.” His hand finds hers, tugging her to the next painting . “The Nuda Veritas was his response.”
She mutters under her breath for a moment, and he waits, pleased to see she’s working it out for herself. “Nuda Veritas . . . that’s ‘naked truth’, isn’t it?”
“Very good.” He squeezes her hand gently. “She was Klimt’s way of telling his audience that he was done trying to please everyone. Her mirror is an invitation to examine one’s own prejudices and interpretations.” He watches her face as she takes in the nude woman, painted larger than life. “Klimt and several others who wanted to break free from the traditional semiotics started the Vienna Secession and created the first space in Vienna dedicated to contemporary art.” Lucien’s gaze wanders over the painting’s border, shining in gold. “This was the beginning of Klimt’s ‘Gold Period’. Many of his paintings from this point incorporate gold leaf.”
The golden paintings had been the start of his fixation with Klimt. In the sterile grayscale world of Black Swan, such visual warmth drew him, like a moth to a flame. He reaches out and places one arm around her shoulders, gathering her to him under the guise of placing her at the best angle to see the next painting in the row: a woman curled, naked, with copper hair and a waterfall of gold pouring down onto her most secret places. Danae. Eventually, he thinks.
She looks up at the painting and her eyes widen. “Who is that? What’s happening to her?”
He leans down to speak directly in her ear, gaze remaining steady on Danae. “The princess Danae. She was the daughter of the King of Argos. Her father was told by an oracle that his grandson would kill him, so he shut her up in a tower to prevent her ever having a child.” He shakes his head. “Zeus, the king of the gods, was taken by her beauty and visited her in the form of a shower of gold.” He tears his gaze away at last. “Danae’s child from Zeus was named Perseus, who later became famous for defeating the Gorgon.”
“The woman with snakes for hair?”
“Correct. All Zeus’s children were heroes, and he sired many of them with mortal women like Danae. Not always as a shower of gold, of course, but rarely ever as a man. He disguised himself as the goddess Artemis, an eagle, a bull, even a swan once.” He chuckles at the private joke, returning his attention to the painting.
“And was the oracle right?” The sun is starting to sink towards the horizon. The warm light has crept up the wall to hit the bottom half of the painting, setting the golden shower ablaze. It blinds him for a moment.
“Hmm?”
“Did Perseus kill the King of Argos?” Her eyes are avidly tracing the path of gold leaf on the painting.
“Oh, yes. Many years later, by accident. Perseus never held any acrimony towards his grandfather. He didn’t even know who he was until after the king was dead.” Lucien shrugs. “Sometimes fighting fate only brings you closer to your destiny.”
After a moment she turns her head to look at him. “Ah!” Her fading blush blooms once more as she realises his face is close enough to share breath. The sun reflects in her brown eyes, painting them the same gold as Zeus’s waterfall when her pupils contract in the sudden brightness. She tries to step back, but Lucien keeps his arm firm about her shoulders. He straightens, removing his lips from her personal space, and she relaxes a little. “Wh-which painting is your favourite?”
“You want to know my favourite?” Lucien smiles down at her. She nods, hesitantly, then firmly.
“Of course I do.” She bites her lower lip as if debating the next sentence. “You’re such a mystery to me, Lucien. I’ll take any opportunity to learn more about you.”
He crinkles his eyes at her in the innocent expression he’s practiced for years. “A mystery? Me?” Without waiting for an answer, he sweeps her past several paintings, coming to a stop in front of a large depiction of a man clasping a woman. His face is hidden, buried in her neck as her head tilts back. The expression on her face is blissful. “This is my favourite.” Lucien steps behind her and slides both arms around her, pulling her against his chest gently. She resists out of reflex, then relaxes against him, letting her head fall back against his shoulder.
“I’ve seen this one before,” she whispers as her gaze roams over the scene. “On posters.”
“It’s probably Klimt’s most popular work,” Lucien admits quietly. “The Kiss.” He breathes deeply, reveling in the faint sweet smell of her tawny hair. He doesn’t see the painting in front of him; the vision of her eyes blazing gold in the sun is superimposed over the couple in their gold robes.
“That’s ironic, isn’t it?” She rolls her head to look up at him, not surprised by his nearness this time.
“Ironic? How so?”
“Well, you said Klimt was your favourite because he wanted to please only himself. But your favourite painting of his is the one that pleased everybody.” He wonders if she’s mocking him, but her warm amber stare is guileless.
“That’s true, I suppose.” His eyes unfocus as he considers this. “I don’t think I can justify it, though. Something about this work just . . . appeals to me.”
She takes a deep breath, gives him a tremulous smile and turns to face him, still in the circle of his arms. “Maybe it means you’re not such a mystery after all, Professor.” Her eyes gleam with -- hope? Desire? He stares down at her for several seconds, long enough for the light in her eyes to fade as he tries to analyze it. She begins to stiffen, and he realises he’s wasting his golden opportunity.
“Maybe you’re right.” He puts a hint of apology in his voice as it lowers. “Sometimes I forget to be anything other than the Professor.” He brings his right hand up to cup her chin, and tightens his left arm around her waist. “But perhaps I’m just a man after all.” Slowly, slowly, determined not to startle her, he dips his face towards hers. As his lips near hers, her eyelids flutter shut and her lips part slightly. He meets her mouth in a chaste kiss, savouring her flavour of salt and candy.
She sighs as they part, but seems to have forgotten about moving away from him. He brushes her hair back with his right hand and brings her face back to his. This kiss is still controlled, but his lips separate to suck gently at her lower lip. He can feel her face heating, but he’s too close to see the blush moving down her neck; he can only follow it with his mouth, pressing slow kisses across her jaw to the pulse in her throat. His fingers trail through her hair and curl against her nape. She shivers in his arms and buries her face in his chest.
“Don’t be shy,” he chuckles.
“I’ve never -- I’m not --” She mumbles abortive sentences into his shirtfront. He catches her chin again and urges her to meet his eyes.
“I know this is new for you.” He gives her his most reassuring smile and kisses her forehead. “We’ll take this slowly.” He releases her from his embrace, but catches her hand, letting their fingers tangle as they start to walk along the row of paintings again. He glances at her from hooded eyes, noticing that she’s too flustered to take in the artwork now.
As they leave the gallery, walking close enough that their shoulders brush and their fingers rub with each step, she looks up at Lucien and gives him that sunbeam smile again. “Thank you for coming with me today, Lucien.” She looks like she wants to continue, but uncertainty crosses her face. He takes pity on her.
“Are you free tomorrow evening? For dinner?”
Her expression firms again, that gleam of yearning shining in her eyes again. “L-like, a date?” she stutters out, determined to achieve clarity despite her embarrassment.
He nods. “A date, yes. I would like to continue our relationship on a more . . . intimate level.”
“Then, yes. I am free. For you.” She holds out her hand to him and he raises it to press against his cheek before leaving one last kiss against the delicate tracery of veins in her wrist. Her fingers twitch, curling against his.
He whispers against her wrist. “I’m looking forward to it.”
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TAGGING ➝ Noah Meeks, Vienna Meeks
LOCATION ➝ Cape Town, South Africa Honeymoon Suite
TIME FRAME ➝ 3/17, morning.
WARNINGS ➝ NSFW duh.
NOTES ➝  Honeymoon fluff.
VIENNA MEEKS
The flight had been a long one. Normally, Vee actually liked flying, but even she’d gotten bored after about ten hours, and they’d still had about another ten to go then. To say it had been a pretty uneventful first night would be an understatement; they were both exhausted, Vee had crashed the second she’d crawled into bed. As usual, though, she found herself waking bright and early, this time to the Cape Town sun streaming through the window of their honeymoon suite. She was more than ready to actually get started with she and Noah’s honeymoon, and decided they were not about to waste anymore time. For a couple minutes, she simply watched the man she’d just married as he slept beside her, happily basking in the feeling of officially being husband and wife, but it didn’t take her long to roll over onto her front, propping herself up with her elbows and leaning over to press her lips to the side of his face. “Psst,” she whispered, lifting a hand to ruffle through his hair. “Wake up. We’re on our honeymoon, let’s go do honeymoon things.” She pressed another soft kiss, this time to his forehead, a lazy smile pulling itself onto her lips as she looked down at her husband. “Your wife wants attention, sir.”
NOAH MEEKS
If there was anyone who could handle a long flight, it was Noah Meeks. He was pretty good at entertaining himself, especially when it seemed like Vee had checked out. The only thing about being able to stay alert on a long flight was that he was completely exhausted by the time they actually go to the hotel. He immediately passed out and knew he was going to struggle waking up the next morning. He groaned as he felt fingers in his hair and a soft voice pulling through his exhaustion, waking him up. She was lucky she was cute. He stretched his arms upward as he yawned, letting out a soft chuckle at the end of it. “Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted, raising an eyebrow at her. “You always have my attention, Mrs. Meeks,” he replied with a smirk. He pulled himself up from his position lying down and rested his back against the headboard of the bed. “I planned a safari for us in a couple hours,” he explained. He leaned forward a pressed a small chaste kiss against her lips before pulling back with a smirk. “I read somewhere that the key to a perfect marriage is making sure you kiss your wife good morning and goodnight every single day,” he said with a grin.
VIENNA MEEKS
It had been something of a struggle for her, whether she was going to take his last name or not. Vee had a pretty strong attachment to her own name, but hearing her husband refer to her as Mrs. Meeks was like proof that she’d made the right decision, and grinned down at him in response. “Not when you’re sleeping. I need constant attention. Now that we’re married, I guess you just don’t get to sleep anymore,” she teased, shrugging a shoulder. Vee was definitely one of those people who always liked to be doing something, she wasn’t so much a ‘go on vacation to relax’ type of girl, so the idea of a safari had her eyes practically glistening. “That sounds so fucking fun,” she nodded, stretching up to return the small kiss. She was still propped up with her elbows, and turned to glance over her shoulder at their yet to be unpacked luggage. “We need to empty one of those. The biggest one. I’m not gonna be able to sneak a lion away with us any other way.” There was a smirk on her lips as she turned back to Noah, her gaze drifting upward to his face. She of course appreciated the site of her shirtless husband in the process, and leaned forward to drop a small kiss to his stomach. “Will you text Holly and ask how the babies are doing? I bet they miss us. Karma especially, he’s getting clingy as fuck.”
NOAH MEEKS
Noah never really expected to end up married to Vee when they’d met in that bar. But that was mostly because he was nursing depression and never really thought he would ever see her again. “I don’t have any problem with never sleeping again as long as you have some sexy plan to keep me up all night,” he teased. It was early, but now that he was up and talking to her, he was ready to get going. His body wasn’t completely awake yet, but he was sure once he got a cup of coffee and had a shower, he would be ready. “I don’t know about stealing a lion, babe,” he chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders. “I think it might try to eat the dog.” He tangled his fingers in her hair as she pressed her lips against his stomach. “It’s like three in the morning there. I think. The time difference is crazy. I’ll text her in a couple hours. I doubt she’s up.” He was starting to miss their animals too. It was always hard to leave them behind. They were their children. Although, eventually they would have actual children to dote on and it would be even harder to leave them behind. “We should have brought them. Honestly, I’ve barely been outside and I’m already falling in love with this place. We should just move.” He kept his fingers twirling in her hair and he let out a small sigh. “What do you want to do about breakfast? Room service? Order up some strawberries and whip cream? That’s what people do on honeymoons, right?” He joked, laughing lightly.
VIENNA MEEKS
Their relationship had started out with sex, Vee was sure that part of their life would never become boring, and gave him a knowing look in response. “You know I can go all night, mi vida. Make it a challenge, I’ll show you,” she smirked, reaching up to begin lazily drawing patterns with her fingertip over his abs. There was no denying just how gorgeous her husband was, and Vee felt very appreciative as she watched him laying beside her. She hadn’t expected to be married at the age of twenty-six, but man, she was glad that she was; she’d gotten very lucky. “We’ll keep it in its own room,” she frowned up at him, “You never let me have any fun.” Of course, that wasn’t true. Vee had already had the cat when they’d met, but Noah had humored her enough to go along with them adding the dog and more recently the snake to their collection. She was sure they wouldn’t stop there. In fact, a part of her selfishly hoped that the more animals they acquired, the easier it would be to keep his mind off of children. That wasn’t a conversation for today. She reluctantly nodded her head when he said he’d check in with his friend later. “Fine. But if she tells us they’ve been crying for us all night, you have only yourself to blame.” Her fingertips continued to run gently along his stomach, with Vee looking up at his face. “Yeah? Well I’m falling more in love with you. Who even knew that was possible?” She smirked, tilting her head as she studied him. “Yo, I’m pretty sure you’re joking, but that actually sounds really good,” she grinned, nodding her head. “Order them, babe. I’m gonna go jump in the shower.” She finally sat up on her knees, stretching her arms. “Unless you want to come with me?”
NOAH MEEKS
Noah loved their relationship. He was sure it was never going to get boring. He was sure that this was just one of the many adventures they were going to go on together. Even though, it would be a little harder to travel around once they had kids, he knew they would find a way to make it work. If they were anything, he for sure knew they were never boring. Vee and Noah were always going to live an exciting life. “Oh, I challenge you, baby,” he teased, smiling wide. Their sex life was probably the least boring thing about them. And he doubted that was going to change just because they now had wedding rings on their fingers. The thought of the animals whining for the two of them did make his heart ache a little bit. He knew they probably seemed sort of insane to the outside world. With the cat, the dog, and now the snake, but he didn’t care. He loved animals and if Vee wanted another one, he would probably cave and let her get it. “I’m sure they’re fine. I will check in as soon as it’s an appropriate Chicago time,” he promised with a nod of his head. He could not help but smile when she said she was falling even more in love with him. Sure, they had only been married for a couple hours, but marriage already seemed pretty damn easy to him. If all he had to do was love her then they were already on the perfect track. He followed her lead and sat up, raising an eyebrow at her. “How about I put in that order after shower time?” He offered up with a smirk. He reached out and pulled her closer to him, lifting her and placing her over his shoulder, carrying her over to the bathroom. He placed her down on the ground as he tickled the sides of her stomach. “I’m pretty confident that it’s also a honeymoon rule that we have sex in every part of this suite.”
VIENNA MEEKS
There was a smirk on her face as she eyed him. “You know, I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to just have boring missionary sex maybe once or twice a week now that we’re married, you’re asking me to break some rules with this challenge. You’re going to have to make it really worth my while,” she teased, leaning over to gently nip his stomach with her teeth. Vee had heard that the honeymoon phase in any relationship was supposed to last a year or something, but it had been way longer for the two of them. They were on their actual honeymoon, and she still felt as blissfully in love with him as she always had. Even more so now, in fact. “Fine, fine. It’d better be a FaceTime call, though. I need to see them. And they have to see that momma is here and still loves them. They’re going to be feeling abandoned.” She was totally an animal person, she didn’t even care how crazy she could be about their pets sometimes. Of course, she also wasn’t complaining about all of this alone time with Noah. In fact, she was excited for it. It would be nice not to have to share him with anybody else for the whole time they were here. She looked at him with a raised brow as he sat up too, about to agree that that was a good idea, but then he was reaching out and picking her up, and Vee couldn’t help but laugh as she clung onto him, hanging over his shoulder. It was either a perk or a downside of having their size difference, she wasn’t even sure. Then again, Vee always loved how much of a goofball he was, doing things like this. That was one of the many things to have drawn her to him. She smirked as she grabbed his hands, stopping him from tickling her anymore. “You might be right. Are we starting right here in the shower?” She asked, letting go of him to back toward the large cubicle. Vee motioned him closer with her finger, pulling open the glass door and stepping inside to start the water running.
NOAH MEEKS
“When have I never made it worth your while? We both know boring sex won’t work for us,” Noah teased, chuckling softly. The thought of it was incredibly laughable. They had way too much chemistry to fall into any of those traps that other married people fell into. Noah was convinced that they would never get boring. They were just too good together. Since the beginning, they had always been good together. They just worked. They were always honest with one another and he didn’t expect any of that to change anytime soon. They had fun. If that wasn’t evident by the many animals they owned or how much they laughed together. “Momma’s here? What about their dad? They don’t need to see me?” He joked, shaking his head. He would definitely schedule a FaceTime with Holly later. Probably no time soon. He figured she was probably going to sleep in, unless, the dog got her up early. Or the cat started meowing in the middle of the night. He loved having fun with her. Throwing her over his shoulder, tickling her. He liked doing just about anything to make her laugh. They were a fun couple. Consistently the life of the party. He bit down on his bottom lip as he kinked an eyebrow at her. “I think we have to start right here,” he insisted, following her lead behind the glass door to the shower. “You know, I am so damn lucky,” he breathed out, wrapping his arms around her. He brought his lips down and trailed a few pecks against her neck, a grin spreading across his face as he did it. “I love you, Mrs. Meeks,” he breathed out, pulling his lips away from her neck. He moved his lips to hers, pulling her closer to him as he slid his tongue in between the part of her lips.
VIENNA MEEKS
Vee pretended to think, but couldn’t help but crack a smile. He was right, there’d never been anything boring about their sex life. They weren’t those kind of people, they were way too fun and dorky for that. It definitely wasn’t a concern for her. People had tried to make marriage sound unappealing, but Vee really couldn’t see any downsides, not with Noah. They were supposed to be together, that was just a fact. “Of course they need to see you, but you don’t take them to work with you, so they’re used to you leaving every now and then. They’re not gonna know what to do without me.” She brought a hand up to press to her forehead, sighing dramatically. Going from one extreme to the other — being dumb and goofy to then being pressed up together in the shower — was definitely entirely like them. “I think you’re right,” she agreed, reaching up to place her hands on his chest, the water making it easy for her to slide them upwards and over his shoulders, with Vee pulling her body closer to his. Her eyes trained themselves on him as he leaned down to press his lips to her neck, and she tilted her head to the side to make more room for him, her arms wrapping tightly around him. “I think I’m luckier,” she mumbled, bringing one arm from around his neck and sliding it right the way down his body as their lips pressed to one another’s, her hand soon finding its way between his legs, fingers wrapping around the length. “How much do you love me?” She questioned, pulling back just a little from the kiss to look up into his eyes. Her lips had curved into a small smirk as she began to move her hand, just slowly for now. “Tell me, Mr. Meeks.”
NOAH MEEKS
Noah didn’t really know what to expect out of getting married. but he knew what it was like to be with Vee. He doubt that marriage would change anything about them. They were fun. And they were going to keep being fun. It was just official now. Being around his parents’ marriage and now his sister’s marriage had sort of inspired him to take the plunge. They were happy. He knew the same would be true for him and his wife now. Marriage seemed to sometimes ruin relationships or make them stale, but he hadn’t seen that happen to anyone else. So, he wasn’t concerned about it happened to him and Vee either. “I am definitely the luckier one, baby,” he breathed out against her lips. He let out a soft moan as he felt her hand wrap around him, sighing even more when she pulled away from their kiss. “I love you so fucking much,” he moaned, his breath hitching as she stroked him. Even if she was going pretty slowly, it was still driving him crazy. But she knew how to do that to him. That was one of the reasons why they worked so well together. Of course, he wifed her up when he did. No one knew how to get him going like she did. “Fuck, Vee,” he cursed out. He reached up and ran his fingers through his now wet hair. He stared ahead at her and bit down on his bottom lip, raising an eyebrow at her. “You feel how hard I am for you, baby?” He breathed out against her lips, his breath hot against her lips. “Don’t you want to taste it?” He questioned as his eyes fell to the hand she had around his length.
VIENNA MEEKS
Vee was very well aware that, in this position, she could get Noah to do or say anything she wanted. Hell, she could probably get him to do that anyway, not just when she had him in her hand, her fingers wrapped around him. He’d been the perfect boyfriend, he was proving already to be the perfect husband, and it was all kind of torturous for her, because she knew that she didn’t deserve him. Which was why she had promised herself she was going to show him how much she loved him in any way she could. If that was sexually right now, she definitely wasn’t complaining. “Te amo, mi amor,” she breathed, lips still tugged into a small smirk as she watched him, listened to his reactions. The pace of her hand had begun to quicken a little bit, and she could tell how badly he wanted her by the way he cursed, the way his hands ran through his hair. It was a huge turn on, she wanted to pull every reaction she could from him, so whether he’d asked her or not, she was sure she would’ve been on her knees eventually anyway. She always liked when he’d talk, though. When he’d tell her what he wanted, she knew he knew that. Vee was pretty vocal, she liked when Noah was, too. “Is that what you want?” She questioned, the action of her hand slowing now. “Tus deseos son órdenes.” She had already begun to lower down his body, her eyes never leaving his as she dropped down to her knees. She totally had to give him a show too, so pushed her long wet hair back over her shoulders, making sure he could see everything as she leaned in to take the tip in her mouth, replacing her hand with her lips. Her hands moved around to the backs of his thighs, tugging him closer to push him right the way into her mouth, her lips rubbing along the length as her eyes closed, with Vee moaning softly against him.
NOAH MEEKS
Noah was aware that he was a good looking guy. Well, he actually knew he was probably one of Chicago’s most attractive men, but even sometimes he thought his wife was out of his league. Not only was she clearly hot, but she was intelligent and kind, and was actually well-rounded. He was just a pretty face, but Vee was the entire package. And not only was she currently driving him wild with her hands, but she was also breathing out words in Spanish against his ear and that could really drive him crazy. But she also knew that. Because she knew just about everything about him. He took in a deep breath as she sped up the movements of her hand, his body quivering as he was already starting to throb in her hand. He nodded his head at her question, smirking as she told him his wish was her command. He didn’t take his eyes off of her, even as soft moans escaped from his mouth. His breath hitched harder as he watched her take him inside of her mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned, exhaling deeply. He rested his hand against the back of her head, adding the extra pressure to it as she took his entire length in down to the base. She was clearly very skilled at this and it was driving his crazy. He tangled his fingers in her hair, moaning out. Her mouth felt really good, but he was sure she could tell from all of the sounds coming from his own lips. He leaned his head back in ecstasy as she continued working her mouth against him.
VIENNA MEEKS
Her husband was a total babe, anyone with eyes could see that. And Vee knew she was, too. She was very confident in her body, very confident about how it looked and how to use it. She knew she was a weakness for him, and it only made her feel smug when she felt him hardening in her hand. She was kind of glad they hadn’t tried to do this last night, that they’d admitted defeat from their long flight and crawled into bed together to sleep tangled up in one another, because she could put everything into drawing as many sounds and physical reactions from his as possible now. She knew what she was doing with her mouth, she knew exactly what her husband liked, and she knew he knew how much she liked it when he’d guide her, when his fingers were in her hair the way they now were. It all just worked as fuel to have her quickening her pace, her tongue pressing to him as she moved her head to take him into her mouth, then most of the way back out again, before she’d repeat the action. Her fingertips squeezed gently onto his thighs, using her hands to move his hips back and forth. “I get to taste you, right, mi amado?” She smirked up at him through her lashes as she pulled back, hand replacing her mouth for a moment to rub quickly against him. “You’re going to come for me?” Her lids closed as she leaned back in to continue with her mouth, purposefully letting out louder moans and repetitive whimpers against him, really not caring who was in the next room. They would need to get used to this if they were going to be their neighbors for this next week; Vee didn’t know how to do quiet.
NOAH MEEKS
Maybe it was bad luck that the two of them hadn’t had sex the moment they reached their honeymoon suite, but they had been way too tired. Noah was happy that they had waited until now to do anything. Last night would have been sloppy and tired, even though it still would have been great. They were always great together, he knew that. But he was happier with this outcome instead. Her mouth was sliding down his hard staff and that was pretty fucking great. Her strokes weren’t bogged down by exhaustion and every sound coming out of his mouth was completely real. She was making him feel really good. As soon as she sped up, he could feel himself swelling inside of her mouth. His breath hitched as he stared up at the ceiling, knowing that if he kept his eyes on her and what she was doing, he would definitely come undone a lot quicker than he wanted to. But there was something so hot about his wife being on her knees for him. This definitely wasn’t their first time doing this, but it was their first time doing this as husband and wife, and it turned him on even more. She was all his now. And he was the only man in the world she would be getting down on her knees for forever. His moans got louder once she replaced her mouth with her hand, preparing himself to release. Soon her mouth was back on him and he leaned his head back even more as he felt himself coming undone in her mouth, a loud moan escaping from his mouth. Their poor neighbors. But they had a week to deal with this, so they would just have to get used to it. Noah and Vee were a lot of things, but quiet and modest weren’t two of them.
VIENNA MEEKS
Vee had always found Noah attractive, there was no doubt about that. He’d always been totally hot in her opinion, but there was something that made him even more appealing to her now that he was her husband. She never really thought she’d feel that way about marriage, but here they were, and here her husband was, proving to her that it was the best decision they could’ve made. It was easy for her to forget the fact that she was totally deceiving him when she focused on that part, rather than on the deeper reality. She could focus on how smug she felt as she listened to his reactions, felt the way his body moved as he neared his release. Vee moved her head faster, her nails gripping onto the backs of his thighs, and kept on going, though a little slower, once he finished up right there in her mouth. Vee had never understood those girls who would complain about going down on their boyfriends — or husbands — because there was always something incredibly satisfying to her about pulling this response from Noah, and she was sure that showed on her face once she’d pulled back to look up at him, wiping at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “Fuck, you always taste so good, babe,” she smirked, pressing her lips to his skin as she began to stand, leaving open mouthed kisses in her path, until she could press her lips to his. “My husband is so fucking hot.”
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I was tagged by @hithelleth a week or so ago, and I was abroad for five days, but I can finally do this. Thank you for tagging me! :D
Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.
For now, I’m not tagging anyone in particular - any of my followers are very welcome to do this, so scratch before, I’m tagging all my followers if they want to answer these 21 questions. :)
Nickname: Too embarassing to disclose to the public. :) My sister and I have the weirdest nicknames for each other, and only we get them. They’re all an inside joke, so yes, that’s our thing hehe. I’ve been called Nena, although I’m not a fan of this one, and I have this co-worker who calls me ‘sweetie’ sometimes; she’s like this cool aunt to everybody, super sweet.
Zodiac: Virgo, and 80% of the characteristics listed for this sign hold true for me. Oh man lol.
Height: 170.5 cm, which is 5′6. 
Last movie I saw: I think I re-watched Harry Potter: The Deathly Hallow II in its entirety a couple of weeks ago. I had a few very busy weeks (over now, thank God), so I didn’t have much time to watch movies, or TV shows. 
Last thing googled: The weather forecast, just before I started answering these questions lol. I feel like such a grandma. :)
Favorite musician: Oh, I LOVE music, and I love a lot of musicians. I divide my faves into two groups: pre-2005 and post-2005 haha. So, a few of the ‘new’ ones: Florence + The Machine, Bat for Lashes, Lewis del Mar, Twenty-One Pilots, Vast, Hozier, Years & Years (totally pop-y, but I love ‘em)  ... From my ‘oldies and forever awesome’ group comes music that’s mostly rock, alternative rock, Britpop, some metal and hip hop / rap. Bands like Queen, Oasis, The Verve, Gorillaz, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, U2, Nine Inch Nails, Nightwish, Within Temptation, The Prodigy, Nas ... And Enya, original movie scores and classical music fit neither group, but I freaking love them all! Also, I’m sure a forgot a good number of my fave musicians, but you can check my music tag for more.
Song stuck in my head: Freaking ‘Treat you Better’ by freaking Shawn Mendes, which is so not my scene, but two girls sang it at school today, and confirmed it was Shawn Mendes, and the song’s stuck in my head. I’ve caught myself humming it to myself a few times today haha.
Other blogs: @lightsofnorth For all the artsy stuff that doesn't fit this fandom-related blog. Fashion, photography, food (mostly desserts) and mythology. Go check it out. :)
Do I get asks: An occasional ask, though very rare, from an anon, but mostly messages. I do get messages, I’m just extremely bad at replying to them. It takes me ages, and I’m so sorry for it. I love you, guys, I really do, I’m just shit at replying normally.
Following: 88 blogs. That’s a lot haha. Maybe I should see if there are any inactive ones out there?
Amount of sleep: I need my 8 hours of sleep, or I don’t function properly and make plans for an afternoon nap at 7 am. 7 hours will get me through the day, but I won’t be happy about it, and 6 hours ... don’t look at me after only 6 hours of sleep, just let me push through the day and go take a proper one-hour nap.
Lucky number: I don’t believe in lucky numbers, but for some reason, I like the look and idea of the number 5. Hmm.
What I’m Wearing: A baggy long-sleeved shirt, sweats, and a thin cardigan. Very casual.
Dream Job: I happen to have it - I’m a teacher. I feel super blessed to have this job. Getting a good job is mostly a matter of luck, even though I personally worked very hard to get mine, but in the end, it was still down to sheer luck. I have three dream jobs - writer, teacher, translator of fiction. And teacher I became. :)
Dream Trip: I don’t travel often, but I have visited some of my dream destinations, like London, Vienna, Salzburg and Venice. I’d like to go to Scotland, Ireland, Scandinavia, the Netherlands, Versailles in France, Bavaria in Germany ... Travelling is a stressful thing for me, though, so one step at a time. I’ll get to those places when the time is right, I don’t feel rushed.
Favorite Food: Italian, all the way, especially spaghetti bolognese, and a good tiramisu for dessert.
Play Any Instruments: A little bit of the piano, and a few chords on the guitar, so I’m not sure the guitar counts. I mean, I do know enough chords to cover basic songs very poorly lol. I can play basic piano, mostly because that’s kind of a necessity when you take singing lessons. I took two years of piano in primary school, then quit until I started taking singing lessons in college, and you have to be able to accompany yourself a little bit on the piano when you practice, so I also had to improve my piano-playing abilities a bit. I’m not skilled at it, far from it, but I can play some simple pieces (using both hands, not just one). Like, for example, a poorly executed version of Victor’s piano solo at the start of The Corpse Bride. It’s all I can play now (awkwardly, let me stress that again), it’s the only thing I’ve practiced in a long time lol. The beginning is kinda smooth, and then the fun starts haha.
Languages: Slovene, English, German. I need to brush up on my German some more, but I’ve been in contact with the language for the last five years and have improved. I’m going to start reading novels in German again because I want to get to the level of German I was capable of 15 years ago. I understand Italian and Spanish, but can only speak basic Italian and even less Spanish. I read both languages fluently and I learned Italian for four years, but not practicing makes your tongue - and brain - forget how to form phrases that you recognise when hearing them. Such a shame, really. 
Random Fact: I sing in the car, but not in the shower, and I start my day with a piece of chocolate. :)
Describe yourself as aesthetic things: autumn, spring, books, (mint) chocolate, lace, blue sky, tea cups, rings, earrings, ballet flats, Oxford shoes.
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Viral (Pidge x Reader) 2/4 YouTube AU
Warnings: None, I think
Word Count: 2,251
Prompt/Request: None
Summary: Continuation of Livestream Mishaps. After a messy meeting, Pidge and the reader become friends. After a visit from Lance, the reader realizes that their feelings may be more than platonic. Misunderstandings and hilarity ensue.
Author: Mod Alex
Chpt. 1
As promised you led Pidge to a quaint little coffee shop you frequented. The cafe wasn’t particularly well-known and had bookshelves lining several walls on both of the floors. Since the last time you’d been there, they seem to have added a few more plush antique armchairs and couches, all adorned with eclectic throw pillows. You turned to an awestruck Pidge with a smug grin. “You like?” “How have I never been here?” You laughed softly. “Not many people know about this place since it doesn’t look like much from the street. That’s part of the reason I like it so much.” While you loved your fans, sometimes you just wanted to go somewhere where there wasn’t many people and the people who did go there had no idea who you were. “I get what you mean.” “Besides that, they’ve got great coffee. What were you wanting?” She glanced up at the board displaying the menu. “Vienna roast?” Surprise spread across your features, you hadn’t taken her for a dark roast drinker. That surprise was quickly replaced with a smile, somehow it was endearing. “Great!” “Thanks, I’ll go get us a table.” “Sounds good!” When you got to the register, you order both your drinks along with a slice of tiramisu to share with Pidge. You hoped she liked it. “Your total is $8.82. By the way, you and your girlfriend look absolutely adorable together.” You handed the barista your credit card, blushing brightly. “She isn’t- I mean we aren't-” “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I just figured.” “Don’t worry about it.” You smiled sheepishly, glancing back to see where Pidge had sat. Did you two really make a cute couple? Your fans and now the barista seemed to think so. No. You shouldn’t even be thinking that you had just met her after all. “Name?” For a second you were wondering why the barista wanted to know Pidge’s name, then you realized, with a fair deal of embarrassment, that she was asking for your name for the order. “(Y/N).” “Thanks! We’ll call your name so you can pick up your order.”
You walked back to the table, strategically balancing both coffees and the tiramisu on your arms. Taking her coffee, Pidge offered her thanks. “I wasn’t sure if you'd eaten or not. Either way, they have really good tiramisu; I thought you might want to split it?” She nods. “Sure that sounds good.” You make idle chat over coffee, swapping editing tips and talking about how you started making videos and what you did besides videos. Eventually, the conversation shifted to your personal lives. “Yeah, Lance and I are actually friends, we met back in high school. A lot of people think we’ve dated, but he just came from a really affectionate household, besides he’s like my brother.” You laugh, remembering the weekends spent with Lance’s large family. “That’s the same way it is with Hunk and me. It’s crazy to think our friends have been friends and never bothered to introduce us.” “I know right? Although I won’t lie, it does feel like I’ve known you forever.” “I was thinking the same thing actually.” A baby grandfather clock rang from within the cafe interrupting your conversation. “Is it already that late?! I am so sorry, I have to go.” “Oh, yeah. I’m sorry too, I must’ve lost track of time. Let me walk you to your car?” “Scooter actually, but sure.”
When you got home that night, you crawled into bed, the events of the day going through your mind like a slideshow. Had the most dramatic series of events really taken place within the past 48 hours? It felt hard to believe. You felt restless and giddy. Despite how terrible this morning had been, you were happy to have met Pidge. Curiosity and restlessness spurred you to grab your phone and see what exactly the content of PidgeonPlays was. The large 6:00 flashed in fluorescent blue as your alarm went off. You barely heard it over your uncontained laugh. Oh no. You really hadn’t meant to binge watch. You tried to rationalize it. Her videos were lengthy and you obviously had to finish the series once you started it. You couldn’t just watch as she began playing Papo & Yo and not watch to see the conclusion. She was witty, clever, and had a knack for incorporating dry humor into her videos. You couldn’t wait to see her newest upload. The very one that she had left your coffee date- er coffee hangout for. You sighed, you couldn’t go back to sleep now, you had promised you’d help Lance with a video today. Might as well get ready. You put on a pot of coffee before hopping in the shower with hopes of it waking you up a little. The no sleep was really starting to creep in. By the time you were out of the shower, dressed, and on your second cup of coffee, the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang. Only one ridiculous friend of yours was known to do this. Lance. “It’s open!” Lance strode into your kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “I figured you were sleeping still.” “Hey! That happened one time and it was only because you had me go to a con with you and then an after-party afterward. It’s your fault if you think about it.” You stuck your tongue out childishly making Lance laugh. “Fine, I guess not all of us are blessed with the grace to be an early riser like me.” You nearly spit out your coffee from laughing. “Grace? You? Sure Lancy-pants. Whatever you gotta tell yourself.” He threw a piece of his toast (stolen from your pantry might you add) at you before pulling your laptop up. He clicked open the internet, your laptop directing him to YouTube: your homepage. “Oh-ho-ho. What do we have here?” “What are you going on about?” “Maybe the fans knew more than you wanted to let on.” “Lance, seriously, stop being cryptic, what are you talking about?” He turned the computer so the screen was facing you. Much to your embarrassment, PidgeonPlays filled up more than half of your recommended videos. “It’s not like that, it’s just um. Well, you see, she um, I mean we- She’s just a really good youtuber and since we met I just wanted to see what her channel was about. Hah, yeah.” Lance gave you an ‘I-don't-believe-you’ look. “You wouldn’t have this recommends if you were just checking her channel out.” He did finger quotations for emphasis. You went red with chagrin. “She’s funny, okay? We just met anyway.” He laughed again, though, he thankfully decided to drop the topic in favor of starting to record.
“Okay, so you have to play the catty instructor. She was super mean, so do your best Lotor impression.” “You got it, boss.” You flipped your hair and did your best sneer making Lance burst into a fit of giggles. “Perfect! Just like that.” Two hours later, you had finally filmed all the material needed for Lance’s ‘How I Became an Aerial Silk Performer’ skit video. There was plenty of editing to be done still, and you figured he would likely post the bloopers in a separate video in a few days. “Alright, so now you can get out of my house right?” You both knew you were joking. “I thought you enjoyed having me over, I’m hurt, (Y/N).” “Oh shush, I guess you can stay.” Your phone pinged. It was a text from an unknown number. Hesitantly you opened up the message.
Unknown Number Hey, this is Pidge. I got your number from Lance. I hear you watched my videos. [emoji of Pidge laughing smugly]
You What? Nope, never seen your videos before. Never. Not one
Pidge If you say so. [emoji of Pidge winking]
That’s it, Lance was a deadman. “Lance! You told Pidge I binged her videos?!” The guilty party lifted his hands in surrender. “She thought it was sweet. Here look.” He passed his phone to you. The messages in question were all there, as he had said.
Lance hey! #5
Pidge What do you want Lance?
Lance you know (y/n), right? she likes your videos she says it’s for research but i don’t buy it
Pidge Really?
Lance have i ever lied to you before?
Pidge Yes. I just messaged her. You were telling the truth?
Lance i told you [exaggerated frown emoji]
Pidge That’s kind of sweet. Did they like the videos?
Lance [smug emoji x3]
Pidge Nevermind!
You handed the phone back to Lance, a slight blush dusting over your features. “You suck.” “Aww, you’re blushing.” “Shush or I’ll tell Allura that you’re basically in love with her.” “You wouldn’t dare.” You gave him a pointed look and he frowned. “Fine. Blackmailing is not a good look on you just so you know.” You shrugged. “Just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” “If you two do get together, I will be expecting a thank you.” “I said shush!” Your blush had worsened considerably.
A week had gone by since then and while you still didn’t appreciate Lance interfering like that, you were thankful to have Pidge’s number. You two had been talking every day since then. Mostly about nothing too particularly important.
Pidge Hey!
You Oh hey
Pidge I have some bad news
You Oh no! What happened? Are you okay?
Pidge Just take a look for yourself [link to tumblr page]
Worried, you clicked on the link. At first, you felt relieved, it wasn’t a picture of Pidge’s leg in a cast or any other horrible scenario your brain had conjured up. Instead, it was a picture of you and Pidge at the coffee shop from the other day. You weren’t sure why the image had distressed Pidge until you saw the caption. ‘Looks like PidgeonPlays and OneUpGames are closer than they want us to think ;)’ Oh no, indeed. Why couldn’t you just live in peace? Clicking back to your messages, you typed a hasty response.
You Oh no
Pidge I know! They just don’t quit, do they?
You I’m sorry This is all my fault
Pidge No. You didn't’ set this up. I just don’t know what to do.
You I don’t know
Pidge’s text bubble popped up and went away a handful of times, effectively putting you on the brink of an anxiety attack. Finally, her message popped up.
Pidge What if we did a collab?
You You think that would help? Wouldn’t it just make them assume worse than they are now???
Pidge Well yes. But not if we do this right. It should be a four player game. And the commentary would explain everything better.
You Can’t get worse than it already is, I guess
You and Pidge got Lance and Hunk to join you. While their channel’s had nothing to do with gaming, they did enjoy playing games and were more than willing to help you both out. You sent out a tweet letting people know that you were doing a collab and would be going live on YouNow in a couple of minutes. The four of you were getting hooked up to the streaming platform while waiting for the time you posted to roll around. You really hoped this would work.
“What’s up multiplayers?! (Y/N) here with some special guests.” “Hey! Hey! LanceALot here!” “Hi, guys. I’m here too!” “It’s me again, rovers.” “Now that the guests have introduced themselves, let’s play.” Between scrambling through a digital kitchen, the four of you banted. “Pidge, you’re burning the burger!” “It’s not my fault, we were supposed to trade stations like two minutes ago, Lance.” “Uh, hey guys. The kitchen is on fire…” “Hold on, I have the fire extinguisher. Move, move, move!” You ended the round with two stars. “Before we keep going, let’s check out the audience’s messages.
FirstMultiplayer: asdfghjfddusb this is the collab of my dreams!!! roundtableknight: can you guys turn the music down we can’t hear you talking SinnamonRoll: I didn’t know you played games, Hunk :O Katie Kate: did you guys see the picture on tumblr? shhhh753: Yes. :( My poor OneUpLanceALot shipper heart is broken. PidgeonGamesfangirl: I SAW IT!! i’M THRIVING!!
You turned down the volume of the music as requested and read the messages out loud. “Wow, guys. We aren’t dating, (y/n) just bought me coffee to apologize for the misunderstanding.” “Haha yeah. Because some of you can’t seem to drop it. Pidge is a great person, but we are just friends. I promise. And to answer some of you, no Lance and I am not dating either. I am a single pringle for the time being, okay.” Hunk laughed at your expression. “We have time for one more round before we have to go. Let’s do a super difficult one,” Lance interjected before you could read any more comments. “SOunds good! Let’s do this!” You failed miserably and had a few good laughs before finally ending the stream.
That night after the stream, you looked through the comments. Several fans were disappointed while others held onto the hopes of you secretly dating Pidge. You sighed. Their persistence was not making your growing feelings for Pidge any easier to bury away. She wanted to be friends. That's it. You should want the same, right? But no, your stupid heart had to go and fall for the damn mystery girl.
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Truth (Part Two) - Bucky x Reader
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PART 1 | MASTERLIST
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: Alcohol usage, angst
A/N: I was like “Oh, I’m just going to write a quick part 2 to my last fic! No big deal, just a couple hundred words…..” 3.4k words later….. So, I worked pretty hard on this, as always, let me know what you think, and if you’d like me to tag you in future fics.
Things had going back to normal, you thought. Bucky never mentioned that night in the training facility to you at all. You assumed he forgot, or brushed it aside, and you were doing your best to do the same. At first, there had been some tension, but weeks went by and it dissolved, you shifted back to casual conversation and tried your best to focus on the more important things you had going around you.
And really, what had you been thinking? You still felt a bit justified in being upset with him initially, but to think it'd be a good idea to let him know how you felt seemed foolish in hindsight. You had done the right thing by letting it go.
You trained and stayed concentrated, because at the end of the day, that was your job. There was no time for romantic relationships, that wasn't realistic. You loved Bucky, but it didn't matter. It couldn't happen.
Convincing yourself that what you were doing was for the best was quite the challenge, but with time it got easier. Plus, you hadn't seen him often, as he was usually off on missions with Steve.
One morning, you were eating granola and sipping on coffee in the kitchen, all alone. You usually woke up a little earlier than everyone else because you liked time to eat and read the paper or a book or something before you actually got your day going. Bucky entered. He gave you a shy smile like always, it made you perk up slightly and you murmured pleasantries to him before focusing back on the newspaper in your hand.
"Hey," he said, his voice a little husky from sleep, his hair a bit messy. He was standing right in front of you, mug in hand. "Did you hear about Nat's birthday on Friday?"
You shook your head no.
"Well, it's technically today, but she's away in Vienna until Friday. Tony was going to surprise her when she gets back, he wanted to invite us all."
"Really?" You hadn't heard this from Tony or anyone else, but you figured it was last minute.
"Yeah, but keep it quiet," He pulled out the chair across from you, sitting down. "Do you think you'll go?
You usually weren't much of a partier, but knew that it would be rude not to go to something for Natasha. She was one of your closer friends and would do the same for you. Smirking, you answered. "Knowing Nat, I don't think I have much of a choice. If she shows up and any of us aren't there, you know she'll come and drag us out of our rooms."
Bucky smiled at that, nodding. "You have a point."
Your eyes returned to your newspaper, eyes skimming the words but not comprehending anything you read. Bucky, however, continued to stare at you.
"Are we okay?" he asked suddenly, voice cutting through the silence. He was leaning towards you now, across the small table.
You frowned, "Yeah, of course," you said quickly. "Why wouldn't we be?" Even to you, your voice was pinched and unconvincing.
"I just don't want you to be upset with me about that mission."
"Bucky," you began. You really didn't want to rehash this and you had the faint inkling he was going to ask more. "Really, I was tired, I was stressed. I said a lot of things I didn't mean, you can just let it go."
Bucky opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by Steve entering the room. "Morning, (Y/N), morning Buck. Are we still going on a run?"
Bucky glanced between the two of you for a second and you were terrified he was going to say something to let Steve in on your little tiff, but he didn't. He just nodded and stood. "Yeah, we should go before training. See you Friday, then, (Y/N)." His blue eyes held yours a bit longer than usual, before finally drawing them away.
"Oh you're going to Nat's thing?" Steve cut the tension in the room, absolutely oblivious to what was going on.
You looked past Bucky and nodded at him. "Yes, I'll be there."
"Great, it should be fun," Steve said. "I can't remember the last time we were all together and the world wasn't about to end."
You couldn't help but give a genuine smile at that, saying goodbye to him and Bucky as they left for their run. But as soon as they were gone, you slumped forward, head in your hands, letting out a groan.
This was going to be an issue.
The party got started well before Nat arrived back from her mission in Vienna. Tony had pulled out all the stops, opting to use a large communal space in the compound and decking it out. He had music, neon lights, a bartender he'd hired just for the evening. The liquor was all top shelf and you were sure he'd have some crazy surprise for when she actually showed up. It was almost like a nightclub.
Despite how ostentatious the entire setup was, the party itself was actually quite small, just about 50 people were there, some of whom you knew to be Tony's employees, others were people you rarely saw who worked behind the scenes.
You didn't want to be there.
Maybe if you weren't feeling so uncomfortable and out of place, it would be different. But Bucky was there, and with the small size of the party he was hard to avoid. Your plan had originally been to have two drinks, say happy birthday to Nat and then slip away unnoticed, but plans changed.
Especially when Tony and Sam somehow convinced you into doing tequila shots. It was only about 30 minutes into the celebration, and you had a decent buzz going. This was what you'd been trying to avoid, mostly because you didn't trust yourself when you drank. You lost your filter and said whatever was on your mind, which could end badly on a night like tonight. But truthfully, a few shots had only relaxed you, and you were starting to feel confident that you'd survive the evening.
You felt a warm hand clap your shoulder and you turned to see Bucky standing next to you, a drink in hand and a smile on his face. This would normally cause you a bit of a panic, but his arm slung over your shoulder felt oddly comfortable for some reason.
"Hey," you said, turning to look at him.
"Hey," he answered.
"Nat's clearly someone's favorite," you said, gesturing to the festivities around you. "I can't believe Tony has never planned anything like this for me," you joked.
Bucky laughed and you turned to glance at him, noticing the way his eyes squinted when he laughed. "Yeah, me either."
You turned away from him then, the feeling of his eyes on yours far too intense for you to manage at the moment, his arm around your shoulders suddenly felt like it was burning you. The effect he had on you was pathetic, and all he was doing was being friendly. You knew, however, if you pulled away, or if you shrugged his arm off, that it would make him suspicious, and he was already onto you. Just act normal, you’re friends, you reminded yourself.
Bucky opened his mouth to speak. "I've been meaning to talk to you for awhile-"
He was cut off suddenly by Tony grabbing a microphone from the DJ, the music that had been playing cutting out. "Alright everyone, quiet down, quiet down," he said, waiting for the room to fall silent before beginning to talk. 
"First of all, you're welcome for planning a great party, don't all thank me at once,” he said, waiting for the crowd to laugh, loving the attention. “I've got a much better speech planned for later, so stay tuned. But Nat's just arrived at the compound and she's about five minutes away, so everyone needs to shut up so we can give her a proper surprise."
With that, Tony stepped off the stage and the lights in the room blacked out, leaving you to only focus on the warmth of Bucky standing next to you, the weight of his arm around your back, the fact that you swore his thumb was rubbing small, comforting circles through your shirt. You turned to him, feeling completely enveloped by the smell of his soap, aftershave, closing you eyes, taking it all in for at least this one moment.
And then Nat was pushing the door open to the room, light flooding back into the space, and  people were shouting and celebrating, cameras were flashing. The arrival of Nat was distracting enough that you were able to slip away from Bucky unnoticed, not raising any questions or concerns, slightly nervous about whatever he'd been planning to talk with you about before Tony took the stage. However, you brushed it aside.
You found Wanda standing to the side of the crowd that surrounded Nat and parked yourself next to her, making small talk so you could greet Nat and then leave and call it a night.
"Ladies," Nat pounced on you the moment she was free from the crowd of people.
"Happy birthday," you and Wanda chorused as she put her arms around your necks.
"You know that you're the first two people I'm taking shots with tonight, don't you think you're getting out of it."
You were too polite to not let her drag you to the bar and order some kind of sweet, sugary shot that you chased with a sweet sugary drink. It was kind of funny, that such a badass woman could only drink Dirty Shirley's and Vegas Bombs. And she seemed to not let you and Wanda out of her sight, forcing you to dance, forcing you to sit at a table where she was flanked by people who would occasionally hand her shots. You had to admit, you were having a good time, watching her, talking with Wanda and just observing everyone around you.
After a few hours of this, you were sobering up, having secretly been drinking water disguised as a vodka soda with lime. You hated hangovers and weren't interested in spending the whole next day writhing in bed, although everyone else seemed to have a different idea. Which is why just as you were about to slip out and bumped into Steve, you were a bit disappointed.
He seemed to have the same idea as you, a beer in his hand, surveying the crowd which surprisingly had yet to begin to thin out.
"Hey, (Y/N)," he gave you a forced smile, seemingly as comfortable as you. "How are you?"
"Good." Steve had always been nothing but kind to you, you understood why he and Bucky got along so well and were such good friends. "I'm just about to-" Your eyes flickered when you saw movement out of the corner of your eyes and you saw Bucky stumbling towards the two of you.
You could tell in the way he was walking, his hazy stare, he'd been drinking....a lot. Steve's brows drew together in concern. "Hey you two!" Bucky exclaimed, still in the stage of drunk where he felt good, but you knew that was going to change quickly. "(Y/N)," he chuckled, his arms around your waist as he leaned into you. The embrace had you reeling, but you were still able to glance at Steve out of the corner of your eye as you placed a hand on Bucky's neck, you knew it'd upset him if you pulled away. He buried his face against your shoulder and held you close to him. "I barely have seen you all night," he mumbled.
"How much has he had to drink?" you whispered to Steve who shook his head.
"I haven't really been watching him," Steve answered. "Let me go get some water," he said, disappearing into the crowd.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Bucky groaned into your ear. "Can you just stay here and not run away for a minute?"
"Let's get you back to your room," you said to Bucky, ignoring his previous remark. He pulled away from you and nodded.
"I want to talk to you," he said, his hand still firm on your waist.
"Okay, we can talk," you agreed, knowing if you argued it would only drag things out longer than you wanted. He'd likely forget, anyways. "Let's just get you back to your room first," you said.
He didn't use you for too much support as you left the loud party behind you made your way through the compound back to his room. A couple times he touched your waist, squeezed your shoulder, acting very uncharacteristically affectionate. You knew he could turn on the charm when he had too, but you’d never expected him to be a clingy drunk. Each touch was just a tease of what things could really be, and it made you ache.
You'd only been there a few times, but his room was a comfortable, warm space that he kept minimally decorated. The smell of him invaded your sense the moment you walked in the door and you sighed. "I'm surprised you wanted to see me," Bucky said as he sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes. "I never see you anymore," his words were running together, the S’s dragging out.
"Bucky, you know that's not true," you said, kneeling down to help him with his shoelaces. His eyes were on you, you could feel the intensity of his stare but chose to ignore it. 
"I think I love you," he said softly, and you jerked your head up to look at him, his eyes all hazy but still holding an passion you weren't quiet expecting.
"What?" you said, your voice loud in your own ears, you could hear the blood rushing through them.
"I think I love you," he repeated, clearer this time, more confident, but still drunk. 
Despite the fact that your heart was racing and the man you'd adored for years was professing his adoration for you, you knew his affection was likely misplaced considering the circumstances. So you looked back down at his shoes, mumbling. "Well, I think you've had a bit too much to drink."
"(Y/N)," he murmured as you stood up and pulled away from him. He didn't let you get far, his hand finding the side of your face as he cradled your chin in his hand. "Please, you don't have anything to be afraid of."
"I have no idea what you're talking about-" you began, your voice so shaky it was unconvincing, even, you were sure, to a nearly blacked-out Bucky. It was then that Steve walked in the door, glass of water in his hand, stopping in his tracks. He took in the sight of you and Bucky, faces only inches apart.
"Oh, sorry," he began, running a hand through his hair. "I-uh, I can leave if you need me too."
"It's okay," You said, pulling away. "It's nothing."
You could feel the heat in your cheeks, your throat going dry. As if everything Bucky had just said wasn't enough, this was just the cherry on top. "Can you-" you began, but your voice was only a squeak, clearing your throat, you tried again. "Can you take care of him?"
"Yeah, it's fine, I've got it," Steve said. "Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," you insisted. "Everything is great. I just am really tired and need to go to bed," You spoke quickly, stumbling over your words. "Just...leave water and an aspirin out for him or something, okay?"
Steve nodded and you all but ran out of the room, the need to remove yourself from the situation such a strong pull you could hardly stand it any longer. The minute you entered your room and closed the door behind you you tilted your head back against the wall and let the tears fall. It was silent, quick, and you wiped furiously under your eyes to conceal the evidence, despite the fact that you were alone. All frustration and heartbreak. You weren't sure of anything, and you knew damn well you wouldn't be able to sleep hardly at all.
After tossing and turning all evening, you dragged yourself out of bed, took a cool shower to wake yourself up, and then read for a bit in your room. The compound was eerily quiet - likely because of the party the evening before. You had heard the bass thumping until the early hours of the morning, so you figured everyone was sleeping in. It briefly crossed your mind that you maybe should check up on Bucky in an hour or so, but the idea made you uneasy. Because of everything that had gone down the night before, it seemed like it wasn't such a good idea. Bucky was right about one thing, you were afraid.
Turns out, you weren't the only one who felt the need to follow up, because you were interrupted from your reading by a knock at the door. Tentatively, you approached, and saw that it was Bucky.
It was time for you to stop running away from this.
It wasn't going to be a fun conversation, but it needed to happen. You opened the door.
He was clearly hungover, eyes bloodshot, hair mussed, squinting into the light that flooded through the windows of your room. "Good morning, sunshine," you couldn't help but tease, taking in his disheveled look. Unfortunately, he still looked damn good. 
If you were lucky, maybe he didn't remember everything that happened last night.
"Yeah, good morning indeed," He winced, his hand to his forehead.
"You doing okay?"
"Better than I was a couple hours ago," he said, and you laughed easily, trying to conceal the nerves that were currently pricking your fingers and toes, raising goosebumps along your arms. But then things fell silent, and you were leaning against the doorframe trying to act casual. You bit your lower lip.
"Could I come in?" Bucky was the first to break the silence, and you nodded, albeit a bit reluctant.
You moved out of the way and let him walk past you into the small sitting area, and you closed the blinds part way so the room wasn't as bright before gesturing for him to sit. “Need some water?” you asked him, and he politely declined.
"So, can we talk?"
"Sure," you said, and your answer was about as enthusiastic as you were going to get as you sat next to him on the couch, leaving an appropriate space between you.
"Things have been really....weird between us lately. I know something is wrong. Ever since that mission last month....things haven't been the same."
"Bucky-"
"Please just let me finish," he interjected. "I love you."
You stared at him, eyes wide.
"I mean it, (Y/N)."
"But last night you-" you began, trying to form the right words. "Last night you...."
"I meant everything I said last night. I may not remember it all, but I remember that,” he winced slightly, but smiled. “I don't want to scare you off. But I needed you to know....properly....and not in some sloppy drunken confession."
You looked at the fall for a moment, not sure how to process this after years of secretly pining after him. "Can you give me a second?" you asked. "I wasn't....expecting this..."
"Of course," he said, and after another moment of silence you spoke up.
"I love you, too," You confessed.
"I thought you might..." he trailed off and you immediately whipped your head to face him.
"Wow, Bucky," you scolded. "Way to be humble." The joke relieved a bit of tension in the room as he moved closer to you, giving you a warm smile.
"I didn't mean it like that, I just thought....after the mission you were acting strange. I think I pushed you too far that night, and I'm sorry."
"I just didn't want to admit how hard it would have been for me to lose you," you said, turning your eyes to look at him. "I thought it would have ruined our friendship and the dynamic of the group....." you shook your head. "So I didn't say anything...and I'm sorry it took until now to tell you."
"I think I'm partly to blame," he said softly, his hand reaching out, your fingers twining together.
"What do we do now?" you said.
"It's not like we're in a rush...." he murmured, leaning closer. "We don't have to tell anyone....though....I think Steve might know something's up after last night."
You wrinkled your nose in embarrassment, cringing at the memory. "Yeah.....yeah, he probably does."
When you turned your head, his face was inches from yours, and you made the decision to close the space between the two of you, lips brushing tentatively against his at first, then growing in confidence as you became more familiar, more comfortable.
Everything about him, his sincerity and passion, you could feel as he pulled you closer. The anxiety and apprehensiveness melted away as you let him take him into your arms and it was just you and him, finally together, with as much time as you needed.
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