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Th Sergeant’s Admirer - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: I actually had writers block and decided to look through some unfinished stuff and came across this it started at 1k words and I decided to see where my idea's took me...It got out of hand. This is the biggest one-shot I've actually ever done. its over 7k and its my first Bucky fic I'm excited to hear every ones thoughts. (if you don't like don't read)

Warnings: Smut, there fluff lots of it, I have a minor fetish or kink for like Bucky's arm so that may leak in this story. (oops)

Description: You’re a sci-fi writer who happens to support Sergeant Barnes rather publicly in an interview for your latest book, which somehow ends with you being asked to help boost the Sergeants PR.

Thank you to my beta who gave this a quick edit last night @lets-imagine-fanfics

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“So, Y/N, as a successful writer of a sci-fi book series everyone is wondering who is your favourite Avenger?” The interviewer asked with a bright white smile that was beyond fake in your eyes.

“That depends on what reason? I mean I know everyone wants me to say Captain America because the hero of my book is noble and righteous much like our good Captain, but to be honest; I most admire Sergeant Barnes.” You replied easily clearly shocking the interviewer as her jaw dropped immediately.

“You mean The Winter Solider?” The interviewer asked sceptically.

“No, HYDRA created The Winter Solider by torturing a good man that fought for this country over 70 years ago. The man who now helps the Avengers and their cause is not the assassin they created but the Sergeant finally getting his life back and once again serving his country despite having every right to retire and live a normal life.” You answered easily, your smile finally real as you spoke passionately about your beliefs on the subject.

“So, you believe that the Sergeant shouldn’t be treated like a terrorist and a killer despite his wrongdoings?” The interviewer sassed back making your face drop instantly.

“I’m sorry…so if Miss Wanda Maximoff came in here and made you kill everyone in this room…would you think it fair to get charged for the murders?” You asked causing her to splutter.

“I think this interview is over and I don’t think I will be taking any more interviews from this station. Oh, one more thing…” You started before staring into the camera.

“Sergeant Barnes, if you are watching this, thank you for your service.” You spoke sweetly into the camera making everyone chuckle under their breaths before you took your exit out of the studio, your manager following you with a panicked expression.

As you stepped outside of the building, your manager tried to keep the paparazzi away but pictures were still being taken and their questions were relentless, so you decided to answer some of their inquiries. Holding your hand up they easily quietened down but continued to take pictures.

“Miss Y/L/N, is it true that your favourite avenger is Mr Barnes or was it a publicity stunt?” You shot the person a glare before crossing your arms.

“No, I truly admire Mr Barnes.” You answered with gritted teeth.

“Do you know Mr Barnes personally?” Someone asked in the back.

“No, but I would absolutely love to meet him one day.” You replied with a happy nod and as you did your manager started tugging on your jacket with wide eyes.

As her words flowed into your ear your jaw hit the floor and everyone started screaming questions again, but you couldn’t breathe, everything you had just said was being watched live from a few News stations and Captain America had seen it all.

“That’s the end of the questions today, thank you so much for your patience’s and thank you to my fans who never stop giving.” You muttered robotically as your manager dragged you away from the crowd straight into a black car that was waiting next to the pavement.

As the car drove, you stared at the floor wishing you knew how this had happened but you knew how… you were the only person to ever speak up about the hardships and horrors Mr Barnes must’ve been through… however you never expected to get so much from it, you had just wanted to share your opinion.

“We’re here, Miss Y/L/N.” The driver stated as you stared up at the Stark tower with wide eyes.

Everything from the entrance to the top floor was a blur, your mind couldn’t function knowing you were about to meet an Avenger. As you entered the room you saw three faces that looked familiar and four that didn’t, but you held your head high hoping your nerves weren’t obvious.

“Miss Y/L/N, thank you for meeting with us on such short notice.” The most famous man in America spoke, making your eyes widen comically.

“Well, when Captain America asks to meet you…you can hardly say no, Sir.” You chuckled nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear before straightening out your dress.

“Please call me Steve. I asked to meet you to thank you for what you said about Bucky in your interview today. You’re the first person I have seen speak about him with such admiration.” Steve stated happily, his smile lighting up the room in a way no one else probably could.

“It was only the truth, S-Steve.” You stuttered shyly your cheeks flushing as you noticed Tony Stark rolling his eyes which made your eyes narrow.

“I’m sorry, do excuse me but is there an issue, Mr Stark?” You huffed with much more attitude than you probably should’ve been aiming at him.

“I just think your ‘opinion’ is wrong.” He stated with an arrogant smirk.

“And I think you married way out of your league and personally think you have a narcissistic personality, but I kept that part to myself when I spoke of the avengers. No offence to your genius and well achieved wife.” You stated as you gave Pepper a nod of apologies.

“None taken, Miss Y/L/N. However, I believe your admiration for Mr Barnes is actually a good thing…he doesn’t get a lot of good publicity and I think you are good for his PR.” Pepper stated making you nod in agreement.

“The Sergeant hasn’t seen that interview, has he?” You asked your face turning bright red as you assessed the room full of people.

“Actually, he’s being shown it as we speak…he should be done in about… oh here he is now.” Steve stated as the man you’d defended walked through the door.

“Oh, for the love of Thor.” You whispered in embarrassment, your hand covering your face as you shot your manager a panicked look.

“Bucky, this is Y/N Y/L/N from the interview… she’s a big fan.” Steve teased, his smirk not going unnoticed by you.

“I must say, Captain, you are much more of an asshole than I thought… and your arms are way bigger than they look on pictures…” You rambled clearly your filter had completely vanished.

“I am so sorry… when I get nervous, I tend to lose my mouth filter just tell me to shut up…Okay…big fan Sergeant.” You added with a bright red face as you turn towards Bucky and held your hand out for him to shake.

“Thanks… Why am I here, Steve?” He huffed with a very uncomfortable half smile as he shook your hand awkwardly.

“I think you and Y/N should spend some time together in public places…I think it would boost your PR and also make you less antisocial.” Steve snorted making Bucky glare at his longtime friend.

“I am not antisocial, I just don’t like most people, and everything is different… even dating is done on the internet now, it’s stupid.” Bucky rolled his eyes before looking at you with a more focused gaze.

“I appreciate your words, Doll, but I’m not about to force you to spend time with me because you don’t hate me like the rest of America.” Bucky spoke to you, and you shook your head.

“I’m actually a big fan genuinely… I think you’re amazing also I agree, online dating is stupid.” You stated his words had made you smile in a way you hadn’t in a while.

“You’re an interesting woman, I’ll give you that, sweetheart.” Bucky chuckled sending you a panty melting smile that made you literally clutch your metaphorical pearls.

“Bucky used to be quite the ladies' man, back in the day.” Steve snorted suddenly making your eyes shoot towards him.

“I was, until this asshole grew muscles, and no woman would pick me over him.” Bucky huffed playfully with an eye roll.

“No offence, Captain, but I think I’d choose the Sergeant…” You whispered to Steve earning a smile from him.

“I can hear you, Doll.” Bucky whispered teasingly causing your face to flush.

“Well… moving on. I would be happy to spend some time with you, if you wouldn’t mind of course. It would be great to get to know you.” You mumbled in embarrassment your cheeks turning bright pink.

“I guess. What could go wrong?”

Everyone’s famous last words.

RENOWNED SCI-FI AUTHOR DATING THE WINTER SOLDIER!

Those words were sprawled across the front page of the New York Times. It wasn’t that people were assuming you’d date Mr Barnes, but more that you’re embarrassed for Mr Barnes because anyone is crazy if they think that man would want to date a silly Sci-Fi author.

“I really hope he doesn’t think I had anything to do with this.” You muttered to your manager, as you rode the elevator up to the Stark PR Office.

“In what world would you want to date a 100 year old man?” She chuckled making you shoot a glare straight at her.

“In every world wouldn’t I date Mr Barnes. He’s charming, handsome and a gentleman.” You snapped back at your manager, making her look down in shame.

You slapped down the paper as you threw your head back in frustration. You had only been on a few outings with Mr Barnes but somehow the sleaze bag journalists deemed that enough to assume you were dating. Your work phone had been ringing none stop all morning with people asking for quote on your supposed new relationship.

You had finally turned your phone off after sending a text to Steve with your personal phone number. The calls were getting too much, and your head was pounding. Your personal phone started ringing so you hurried to answer the call.

“Doll?” The sergeants voice rang out over the speaker making you jolt up straight as you took speaker mode off and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hi, Mr Barnes.” You muttered sweetly, making him groan.

“I told you to call me Bucky, Doll.” He chuckled making you flush bright red.

“I’m so sorry about the paper, Bucky.” You sighed softly making your manager roll her eyes.

“It’s hardly your fault, sweetheart. It doesn’t bother me let them assume whatever they want. I hope it doesn’t bother you.” He chuckled darkly making you frown.

“It doesn’t. I was more worried you’d be bothered, kind of puts a damper on your single status.” You giggled making him laugh.

“Hey there are worse things. Steve says it’s good PR.” He mumbles causing you to nod only to realise he couldn’t see you.

“I’m popping to the farmers market later would you like to come? Maybe we could go for lunch after?” You asked quietly hoping he would say yes.

“You sure? People might think we’re married next.” He teased making you giggle.

“There are worse things.” You sassed his own words back at him causing another chuckle from the older man.

“Okay, I’ll pick you soon. You okay with bikes?” He asked softly making your heart flutter.

“Hell yes!” You exclaimed happily as you hung up and sent a text with your address.

You quickly ran to get dressed. Sliding on a pair of black skintight cargo pants, khaki green long sleeved cropped Henley with your black leather lace up heels and your teddy bear fur collared leather jacket.

Your hair was curled loosely, your makeup was simple with a glowing base. You deemed the outfit acceptable for the market and a bike ride.

You gave yourself a nod in the mirror, just as you received a text from Bucky telling you he was here. You bid your manager goodbye, telling her to lock up when she left, before running out the house with a smile. You spotted Bucky immediately stood next to his bike with a very serious scowl on his face.

When he spotted you, his scowl was replaced by a grin as he took you in, his eyes scanning you up and down. You flushed softly as his arm brushed you when you were close enough.

“You look beautiful.” He stated awkwardly as he hopped on his bike passing you a helmet which you glared at him for since he didn’t look like he was about to put one on.

“Thank you. Though these are my casual clothes.” You giggled before putting on the helmet.

He held out his hand helping you onto the bike behind him. You were unsure of where to put your hands, so you just gripped onto the back of his leather jacket, however he seemed unsatisfied with that, so he grabbed your hands and looped them around his waist. You linked your fingers together tightly trying not to let your mind stray to how solid his abdomen was.

He soon sped off causing your heart to pound in your chest. You loved bikes but you were always too scared to get your own so you enjoyed it while you could. He sped around cars carefully until finally, much to your dismay, you arrived at the farmer's market.

He helped you off the parked bike before hopping off himself. He looked around noticing a few stares causing you to glare at some of them. You ignored them as you looped your arm with his metal one which appeared to shock him as he immediately tensed up.

He gradually relaxed, sending you a grateful smile as he patted your hand that was gripping his bicep with his human one. You both began strolling through the market until you spotted a stall with fresh fruit. You tugged him towards the stall with a soft giggle as he rolled his eyes.

“What’s your favourite?” You asked as you scanned the contents of the stall.

“Plums, I guess.” He grumbled in his usual grumpy tone.

“Is being out with me that bad?” You asked with a sad frown as you began letting go of his arm.

His eyes widened as his hand shot out to keep your arm around his bicep. He shook his head silently before pulling you closer.

“I can hear them talking.” He explains and suddenly you felt awful for forgetting he could hear better than you.

“Ignore them. Let’s get some plums and, Hmm how about strawberry and cherries?” You muttered casually as you pulled him towards the strawberries.

“Whatever you want, Doll.” He chuckled softly as he allowed you to tug him along.

You finally let go so you could go pay but Bucky beat you to it paying for everything in the bag as you stood off to one side with a pout on your face. Once he’s done paying, he turned around to face you but suddenly his eyes flicked behind you widening.

Before you knew what was happening Bucky grabbed you by the waist and spun you to the other side of himself just in time to see a guy on a moped speed past Bucky. He’s just saved your life your eyes brimmed with tears from the shock but as Bucky saw this, he must’ve thought he’d hurt you because he instantly pulled away.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Doll.” He whispered; guilt evident in his voice.

“No, you didn’t. You saved my life.” You sniffled with a pout as you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently as a few people were watching the both of you.

“Mhmm, thank you, Bucky.” You whispered against his solid chest.

“Come on, let go get some lunch.” He muttered into your hair before pulling away. Though he kept his arm around your shoulder as you kept yours around his waist.

You strolled down the sidewalk before leading Bucky into a little café that you enjoyed. You spent a lot of time writing in this café so sometimes fans would find you here, but you ignored the stares as you made your way to the checkout. You ordered your usual as Bucky read over the drink and food options, in the end he ordered the same as you before you both found a little table just outside the café.

“So, your book must be quite popular?” He asked softly making you smile proudly.

“Yeah, I just published my second one in the series.” You replied happily.

Just as he was about to reply a young girl came up to the table holding a copy of your book which made you smile widely. She seemed a little scared to talk so you helped her by starting the conversation.

“How are you liking the second one?” You asked softly with a bright smile still on your face.

“Hi, I’m Veronica, It’s amazing! I’m such a big fan I used to read your work on Wattpad before you published. You’re so talented.” She rambled excitedly her enthusiasm making you chuckle.

“Oh, thank you, that’s so sweet.” You laughed happily as Bucky watched the exchange quietly.

“Is it true that you two are dating?” She suddenly asked making you glance at Bucky who seemed to stiffen in his seat.

“Sorry, that was really inappropriate. Well either way your true fans are totally routing for you! It’s nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes.” She suddenly said before you could answer.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Bucky replied politely with a small nod.

“Can I get a picture with both of you?” She asked rather shyly.

You glanced at Bucky who gave you a nod before you looked towards Veronica and gave her an affirmative nod. You both stood up one on either side of her before she pulled out her camera. Bucky had a straight face as she aimed the front camera upwards.

“Smile, Bucky.” You snorted as you nudged his metal arm.

“Sorry, Doll.” Bucky huffed with a playful eye roll which made Veronica laugh.

She took her picture and thanked you both before running off back to her table where her friends were waiting. You glanced at Bucky who seemed awkward after the encounter, but you nudged him before you both took your seats.

“You could’ve said we weren’t dating.” He said suddenly making you frown.

“Would you prefer I told them that?” You asked seriously.

“No, but you don’t have to let people think you’d date me just to spare me.” He sighed softly making you pout a little.

“I would totally date you.” You blurted out making both yours and his eyes widen. You covered your face as it began heating up with a blush.

“Hey, Doll?” Bucky whispered as he pried your hands away. “I’d totally date you too.” He teased making you hide behind your hands again.

“I know you haven’t danced since the 40s, however there’s a really cool bar that plays stuff from 1930-1960s, if you’d like to go with me tonight?” You asked as you lowered your hands, once again not daring to look him in the eyes.

“You asking me to go dancing with you, Doll?” He chuckled playfully as our food and drinks arrived.

“Yes.” You giggled softly as you pulled out your phone and passed it to him once you’d found the video you wanted. It was a video of you dancing at the same bar with your grandad.

“That’s my grandad, he taught me how to swing dance.” You chuckled as Bucky watched the video.

“You look like you jumped right out of my era.” He laughed as he seemed to be enjoying the video.

“What’s this song? It’s quite good.” He asked with a small smile on his face.

“One of the greatest musicians of the 50s and 60s Elvis Presley. The song is Jailhouse Rock.” You replied casually as to not make him feel bad for not knowing.

“I would love to go dancing with you. Although I don’t know how good I’ll be now.” He grumbled awkwardly as he seemed to shrink a little.

“We’ll start slow and if you don’t wanna dance, that’s fine too.” You said trying to ease his tension.

“Deal. Thank you, Doll.” He chuckled his mood lightening instantly.

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You were wearing a taffeta midnight blue, a line dress that had a wrap style around the bust, paired with cream leather original Mary Jane heels. A cream lace snap handbag with pearl earrings for accessories.

Your makeup was simple with a black wing and red lips, which you checked for the fifth time making your mother roll her eyes. You ignored it as you turned to your grandmother with a concerned frown.

“Are you sure I can borrow great nana’s stuff?” You asked your grandmother for the third time.

“Honey, I’m hardly going to wear that stuff now. Plus, with that hunk of a man as your date, who would say no.” She whispered making you laugh at her words.

“Hey, that’s my hunk, even if he is older than you.” You laughed making her join you as your mother just shook her head at your antics.

Just then there was a knock on your front door making you freeze as you look at your grandmother who seemed to be contemplating running for the door. Your shot her a glare before making a break for it, you ran rather fast for someone in heels, but you hurried to grab your bag and keys before bolting out of the apartment.

“Woah! You okay there, Doll?” Bucky laughed as you ran right into him.

“My mom and Nana are in there.” You whispered shyly making his eyes widen.

“My nana brought round my great nana’s dress.” You added as he finally took in your outfit as he stepped back.

“Wow.” He whispered under his breath before clearing his throat and standing up straight as you took in his appearance.

He was wearing a black double-breasted suit with a white shirt and black satin tie. He had black shiny shoes too match his hair has been cut too which made you both sad and excited all at the same time. You’d miss his long hair, but you couldn’t argue he looked hotter than hell with short hair.

“Fucking hell.” You whisper under your breath as you tried to stop your heart from beating out of your chest.

“My sentiments exactly.” Bucky chuckled as he scanned you up and down once again.

“I keep forgetting you can hear better than me.” You laughed awkwardly as you held your small bag tightly in your hands.

“It’s fine. Come on, I borrowed Steve’s car so you wouldn’t have to ride the bike in a dress.” He stated as he held his left arm out for you.

You were happy he finally warmed up to touching you with his metal arm, usually he tried to use his right arm whenever he touched you. Unless you made the first move.

You drove to the bar in silence as Bucky drummed away on the steering wheel as if trying to bat away whatever anxiety was eating away at him. You reached over to grasp his hand in yours, giving him a soft smile, silently telling him you were here.

“We can turn around, Buck.” You whispered gently, your face softening.

“No. No, I can do this.” He replied just as softly.

He released your hand before opening the driver's side door and stepping out. He ran around to the passenger door to open it for you, holding out his hand for you, his leather gloves still on much to your disappointment. You took his hand with a vibrant grin taking over your face.

As you walked inside Bucky must’ve been expecting to be stared at again because he kept his head down and his other hand in his pocket. However, when you nudged him, he finally looked up only for his eyes to widen as he looked around.

“Is that my face?” He asked as his jaw hit the floor.

“Yeah, the walls are covered with historical war figures. The owner, Sal, has had that picture up here since the world found out, said and I quote ‘These government bastards take everything and give nothing.’” You chuckled as he glanced up to find everyone staring, not in malice but in respect.

Once everyone had given a nod of respect, they went back to their nights. You pulled Bucky to the bar as he seemed to relax a lot more now. He was glancing around in awe of everything, what you didn’t realise was that for Bucky, you’d just given him a second to remember who he used to be.

“You’re amazing.” He suddenly blurted out making you jump a little.

“I think the same thing about you, Sergeant.” You giggled as you order a whiskey and a martini.

You sat chatting over two drinks before jailhouse rock came on and Bucky stood from his seat, holding out his hand silently and you took it happily.

He spun around as you reached to dance floor before his feet started moving subtly at first until he finally gave into it and letting his muscle memory from the 40s take him back. You were both so in sync with each other even when he did the first lift, thank you God you’d worn the booty shorts underneath. You were having so much fun that 4 songs went by before finally you both decided to get a drink.

“I’ve not danced like this since 1942.” He pants a little making you chuckle as you sipped a coke.

“You dance very well, Sergeant Barnes.” You flirted, batting your lashes at him.

“As do you, Miss Y/L/N.” Bucky chuckled equally as flirty.

You chatted for the rest of the night until it got to 2am when Sal finally announced he was closing. You and Bucky said goodnight to those who were leaving too, before making your way to the car. You didn’t want the night to end but you had to sleep eventually.

You held Bucky’s hand all the way home, occasionally smiling over at the older man who would smirk but never take his eyes off the road. You hadn’t ever felt this connected to someone before, it felt like how they described love in books.

You both walked up the stairs your arms wrapped around his bicep enjoying the feeling as he remained rather silent. You leaned your head against his bicep as you arrived at your front door.

“I had so much fun tonight.” You whispered shyly making him glance down at you with a pleased smile on his face.

“Me too.” He responded quietly; his eyes full of adoration.

“I would very much like to do this again.” You stated calmly as you pulled away, your back now facing your front door.

“That can be arranged.” He chuckled as he stepped a little closer causing you back to press against the door.

You stared into each other’s eyes longingly as your heart began racing against your chest. You never wanted to kiss someone as badly as you did at that moment. His eyes were slightly dazed as they drifted to your lips, until finally he granted your silent wish.

His surprisingly soft lips were on your red ones. Thank God you’d worn your good lipstick. His hand came up so carefully to touch your cheek as he urged you closer. It was then that you had realised he didn’t have gloves on, and it was his metal hand on your face.

You let out a soft gasp at the feeling of the cold metal on your bare skin. He must’ve thought something different because he pulled back looking guilty about something, which confused you until he tried putting his gloves back on. You instantly snatched the leather out of his hands before grabbing his metal hand and being back to your face.

“I made that noise because I wasn’t expecting it and I definitely wasn’t expecting how turned on I got from your metal hand touching me.” You chuckled awkwardly making his eyes widen a little before he was suddenly on you again. His lips kissing you with much more passion and less innocence than the first one.

He backed you up until finally your back hit the door and your hands flew around his neck, pulling him closer - if it was even possible. His flesh hand was on the door at the side of your head, whilst his metal one was cupping your cheek.

You both got lost in the kiss for a few more minutes until you were out of breath. He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours. He looked down at you with hooded eyes as his metal thumb brushed across your bottom lip.

“God, you’re making it really hard to be gentleman right now.” He whispered against you lips like he was trying to do anything to distract himself.

“You're not using me for a lay, are you?” You asked softly making his face sober up instantly.

“No, I would never do that to you, Doll.” He replied seriously making you grin from ear to ear.

“Then this is the 21st century, Buck, women can do what they want. So, Sergeant…would you like to come in for some coffee?” You asked in a sultry voice that instantly brought back that same dazed look.

“I don’t know what kind of idiot would say no to you.” He chuckled huskily as he placed open mouthed kiss on your lips before pulling back completely.

You took that opportunity to spin around and unlock your door silently. When you got inside the apartment Bucky trudged behind you slowly, as if waiting for you to change your mind. You weren’t going to, granted you wouldn’t usually bring a first date home, but it wasn’t like Bucky was a stranger. You had been friends for a few weeks, coffee dates and lunch plans even a movie at one point, so you had no regrets inviting this sweet man in.

He rarely allowed you to pay for anything, always held the door open for you, always helped you up and downstairs like you were a lady. You were a woman sure but a ‘lady’ you weren’t graceful or polite enough to be one. But that didn’t matter to Bucky because he always treated you like one. Yes, it’s slightly outdated but he also respects your opinions and values them. He really listens when you talk even about things he doesn’t understand.

“Would you like me to make the coffee while you sit down. Dancing in heels can’t be kind to your feet?” He asks gently leaving you smiling like an idiot.

“Coffee is for the morning, Sergent.” You whispered seductively as you grabbed his metal hand and started pulling him towards the bedroom.

“You are a minx.” Bucky chuckled as he followed you until you came to your bedroom.

“I-I haven’t…” he started but strayed from his own words as he contemplated how to say it.

“You haven’t had sex in a while?” You finished for him making his eyes lower to the ground.

“We can wait, if you want?” You asked softly as you cupped both his cheeks making him look at you.

“No, it’s not that, I just don’t want to disappoint you.” He mumbled shyly making your heart literally stutter in your chest.

“You could never disappoint me unless you ever forced yourself to do something you weren’t comfortable with.” You whispered soothingly making a smile tug at his lips. You stepped back and confidently undid you dress before letting it fall to the floor leaving you in underwear and boots shorts.

“You’re one of a kind, Y/N Y/L/N.” He whispers against your lips before you began helping him remove his jacket and tie.

“So are you. You quite literally just turned me on saying my name.” You teased, your tone flirty as your hands tugged at the short hairs at the back of his head, sliding them down until you were at the buttons of his shirt. You began undoing each button until he finally shed the damn thing.

“Well, I do apologise, Miss Y/L/N, let me rectify that.” He replied playfully as he grabbed the back of your thigh, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around him. He then carried you over to the bed with ease as his hand gripped at your thighs.

He lowered you down so gently you wished he’d be rougher, but you knew he’d have to work up to that, just like with his metal arm. You stared into his eyes before running your hand over his chest and all the way to his metal arm. He stiffened for a second before smirking at you.

“You appear to have some sort of fetish for my arm, Doll.” He whispered

“It’s called a kink and 100%.” You giggled making him roll his eyes.

“You strike me as a woman who likes romance and gentle acts, but I have a feeling I’m wrong.” He chuckled making you smirk.

“Oh yeah, I love romance too but without sounding too crude, Sergeant, I’d rather you fuck me like an unhinged animal.” You stated confidently making his eyes widen.

“Fuck…can’t say shit like that, baby.” He groaned as he buried his head in your bare collar bone. The new nickname had your heart practically out of your chest as you let out a little whimper.

“Fuck me, Sergeant.” You whimpered a hint of desperation in your voice as you clutched at both of his biceps.

“Need to do something first.” He growled as he started down the bed and before you could ask, your panties and shorts were off, and Bucky was on you.

His lips leaving kisses and nibbles wherever he went. You had no doubt the inside of your thighs would be covered in love bites by the end, but you didn’t care. When he licked a stripe up the top of your inner thigh a breath away from you heat, your back arched off the bed as your hands gripped at the sheets.

“You don’t have to, Buck.” You whispered sweetly despite that being the opposite of what you actually wanted.

“Oh, I know but I’ve been thinking about doing this all week, baby. Need to taste you.” He said his tone pleading, before finally his lips were on your clit dropping a small kiss there.

His tongue licked up your slit with the happiest groan you’d ever heard before. His tongue began drawing small shapes on the tiny bundle of nerves. You bit you lip to contain the noises that were coming out your mouth, but when Bucky saw this his flesh hand came down on the outside of your thigh. The sensation had you gripping his hair with both of your hands.

“Dirty girl.” He whispered into your heat before his tongue was back on you.

His flesh fingers came down to join as he slid two inside you at an agonisingly slow pace. You half wished he’d use his metal hand, but you were sure if that would be as fun as it sounded in your head. He immediately curled his fingers upwards making you practically see stars.

“Oh, fuck yes, Buck.” You moaned as he sucked lightly on your bundle of nerves.

“God, you taste like heaven.” Bucky groaned as he starts lapping away at you like a mad man. You screamed out unable to hold it back anymore as you began practically humping his face.

His metal hand gripped your thigh and suddenly you felt yourself building up to that high. He slid the warmed metal up your torso up to your bra before he ripped it off, the two cups no longer sewn together. You couldn’t even be angry because it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

“So close…please, Bucky.” You moaned as your back once again arched off your bed.

“I got you…cum for me, baby.” He muttered huskily, his breath fanning across your clit before he started his ministrations back up.

His tongue felt so wet and soft it was making your head spin, how he was eating you like a man starved. It sounded dirty but the noise only served to drive you closer to the edge. He started thrusting his two fingers harshly into your g-spot making your eyes roll back into your skull.

“B-Bucky.” You stuttered between moans as you finally fell over the edge. You thrust against his face riding out your high until it became too sensitive to do so.

“Need you, Buck, p-please.” You whimpered as you began undoing his slacks.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, baby.” He chuckled teasingly as he pulled himself up, wiping his stubble covered face as he smirked down at you.

“If you want me to beg, Sergeant, I’ll beg.” You whispered in a sultry tone.

“Please, Sergeant, need your cock…need it so bad please, sir.” You begged prettily, batting your eye relishes at him with a hint of faux innocence.

“Fuck, baby.” Bucky groaned as you pulled down his pants and threw them to one side with his boxers.

You glanced down at his member it was thick. He was big too, but his thickness was beyond anything’s you’d had before. God that was gonna fill you up. You bit your lower lip as you tried to not moan just from the sight of his painfully hard member.

His metal fingers wound around your neck softly not wanting to hurt you but just the feeling of the fast-cooling metal had your head spinning. You leaned into his touch making his eyes darken as he squeezed once before going back to resting it there.

“Not gonna last long, baby.” He whispered as he lined his member up with your entrance.

“Don’t care just need to feel you. Can cum inside - on contraception.” You stated desperately, the words seemed to make him beyond enthusiastic.

He slid inside you, stretching you a little leaving a slight burn in its wake but you relished in it. You’d never felt so full, it was bliss. Your arms around him, dragging your nails down his back with enough force he groaned into your ear.

“You feel so good.” He moaned deeply into your neck as he left a small bite there.

“Fuck me, Bucky.” You pleaded as you left small kisses trailing down his face until you finally got to his lips, bringing him in for a heated kiss.

He began thrusting in and out of your heat, grunting and groaning into your mouth as you battled for dominance. You knew you’d hand it over in an instant but the little battle you were having was spurring him to go faster and deeper.

His metal hand was still on your throat as he completely took over your every sense. You could feel yourself building again, you’d never came from penetration before, but you felt so good right now. You whimpered into the kiss before pulling away to look into his eyes.

“Bucky.” You moaned quietly as his thrusting became stuttered. You began thrusting your hips inwards as you felt you peak nearing once again.

“Cum with me, Y/N.” He groaned as he stared into your eyes.

With a few more well times thrusts from both parties, you both came together, clinging to one another as you both rode out your orgasms. Bucky finally stilled as he stared down at you with a new emotion that you hadn’t ever seen in his face, but you decided at that moment it was the prettiest face you’d ever seen.

“You’re going to steal my heart, Sergeant Barnes.” You whispered breathlessly against his lips as your eyes flickered between his lips and eyes.

“I’ll keep it safe.” He replied sweetly as he seemed to catch his breath back.

Bucky tried to clean you but you stated you’d need to pee anyway, so you didn’t get a UTI which he understood. He slid his boxers on after giving himself a wipe as you finally finished and ran back to bed in his white shirt that had been discarded on the floor.

“You look tiny in my clothes.” He chuckled as he pulled you into his arms the second you were on the bed.

You let out a giggle as you snuggled into his chest happily. This was more than you could ever ask for, this man had worked his way into your thoughts and life like he was always supposed to be there. And you didn’t have a single complaint.

“Night, Buck.” You whispered as he pulled the covers over both of you.

“Night, Doll.” He replied softly as he pressed a kiss to your hair.

*********

It was sometime in the early morning when the sound of broken whimpers dragged you from your slumber. You sat up, grogginess still resonating as you glanced down at Bucky was gripping the sheets in a deadly grip. You immediately knew what this was. Your father had PTSD after 10 years of serving his country and you knew what a night terror looked like.

You knew you shouldn’t wake him because he could get violent especially if you touched him. So, you decided to get up and make coffee. It was 6am which was an acceptable time, so you got out of bed despite wanting desperately to wake him up.

You walked to the kitchen and began preparing the coffee machine. Once everything was prepped you started the machine and made you way to the bedroom with no intention of being quiet. You dug around your closet for a pair of joggers that used to be your brothers that you figured would fit before turning around.

“Babe!” You shouted towards the bed but there was no change.

You glanced down at his face that was still scrunched in a pained face and you decided you didn’t care if he hurt you, you couldn’t leave him like that.

You decided a gentle approach might work so you slipped into bed and began kissing his naked chest. It was around the time you pressed one just under his ear his whimpers of pain turned into needy groans.

“Doll?” He groaned as you nibbled in ear lobe before pulling away.

“Morning, Buck, coffees on.” You giggled as he arms wrapped around you.

“It’s still early baby what are you doing up?” He asked softly since you’d only had 3 hours of sleep.

“You we’re having a night terror, but I knew I shouldn’t wake you cos obviously it’s dangerous but you wouldn’t wake up even when I stomped around the house like an elephant. So, I kissed you awake.” You replied gently hoping not to make him feel bad.

“I’m so sorry, Doll.” He muttered as he sat up, staring at bed with a scowl on his face.

“My dad served for 10 years. He finally retired when I was in high school…but he still has some night terrors even now.” You supplied before taking his metal hand in yours.

“It’s normal to have them when you were forced to do things you didn’t want to do, Buck. I don’t mind I just hate that you have to suffer through them.” You whispered sadly as you climbed into his quilt covered lap.

“You’re too sweet to me Doll.” He muttered shyly into your chest; his head buried completely in your breast.

You ran your fingers through his short hair making him sigh happily as his waist wrapped around you tightly. He eventually pulled away his eyes boring into yours as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“How did I get so lucky?” He chuckled as you preened from the compliment.

“It’s not luck. I think I was made for you.” You whispered jokingly making him roll his eyes.

“Mmm, that would make sense.” He laughed as you climbed off his lap.

“I found you some of my brother's joggers for you.” You stated as you passed him the joggers.

“Thank you, Doll. I’m surprised you don’t want me gone yet. We practically spent a full 24 hours together.” He laughed as he stepped out the bed and slid into the comfy pants.

“You’re very goo-”

Suddenly your phone was blowing up with notifications from messages and Google alerts that told you when something was published about you. You glanced down at the newest article but this one actually brought a smile to your face.

“What’s going on?” He asked cautiously as he glanced over your shoulder.

‘Secretly sweeter than Cap?’ Was the caption written across the New York Times digital paper today.

‘It appears our most hated avenger may be our new favourite. James was seen with our favourite sci-fi author at the market yesterday morning buying fruit when a bike almost ran her over and according to my sources was quickly spun out of harms way by the Sergeant himself. (How very rom-com of you, Mr Barnes.) Later that morning the couple was spotted talking to a fan of Y/N’s and even taking pictures with her. (Picture below.)

Now as I was editing this article it came to my attention that they were also found to have gone dancing later that day which was apparently filmed by one of the Sergeants few fans. (Link below)

This may be our new favourite couple. We wish you the best Ship/Name!’

You couldn’t believe it finally people were warming to him, and you couldn’t be happier. You glanced at him to see his eyes widened but you could see a small smile forming on his lips. As he glanced at the pictures that had been taken of you both.

“I like these pictures.” He stated seriously making you giggle.

That’s when Bucky’s phone started going off. He quickly answered the phone before putting it on speaker as soon as he knew it was Steve.

“You didn’t come home last night.” He said first making you giggle again which you tried to cover up with your hand.

“On the first date, Bucky?” Steve whispered like it was beyond scandalous.

“It’s the 21st century, Cap!” You huffed as you began walking to the kitchen, Bucky following you closely behind.

“Yes, I’m aware. Times have changed.” He grumbled rather childishly.

“Don’t be sad, Cap. You need to loosen up. Get laid.” You teased making Bucky laugh whole heartedly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m done with this conversation. Have a good day we’ve got no work today so come back whenever.” He groaned with what you imagined was an eye roll.

“Oh, I will definitely have a good day. Bye, Steve.” Bucky chuckled as he brought you in for a heated kiss.

“Let’s get you fed and some coffee then we’re going back to your bedroom.” He growled playfully making you flush softly.

“Yes, Sergeant.” You moaned against his lips before running to get coffee as Bucky started cooking.

You could get used to this.

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ransprang · 4 months

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thank you to @astralmysteria for your support <3 we hope you like your bg3 match up :3

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your BG3 match up is....

GALE!!

SFW

How you met: You hated looking at it. It made you squirm with discomfort, this thing which had popped up in the middle of your living room. You wondered if you should just go for a walk and hope it would be gone by the time you returned. But no, that would not be the responsible thing to do. Steeling yourself, you approached the weird hole. It was a deep purple swirl of miasma which smelled strangely of petrichor. You peered into it even though your very soul recoiled at the sight of the weird hole. “Uhm, excuse me, would you mind lending me a hand?” You heard a man’s voice politely inquire. You wondered why the hole needed help from you. “Just grab my hand and give it a little tug, could you?” Suddenly a human hand popped out. You being a kind soul obliged and would yourself with an armful of Gale Dekarios who looked around your house with a dazed expression before standing upright and thanking you profusely. You waved off his thanks and after a beat of awkward silence due to there being a strange man standing in your house, you remembered your manners. “Would you- like some tea?” You decided to offer, to which Gale gave a pleased affirmative. You made him some tea, and in the process got to know him better as well as satisfy your curiosity on how he had ended up here. You found that you had a lot in common, and he quickly noticed you were a big reader, and the conversation flowed easily from there. You both met regularly from then on, and if that meant tolerating a couple more weird holes here and there, you were willing to bear that in exchange for Gale’s company.

You and Gale would cozy up together with a couple of good books at his tower in Waterdeep with the Tressym curled up on your lap and your cat purring peacefully on Gale’s lap.

Gale heartily approves your dislike of spiders. He would be horrified if you were to even touch a spider, let alone lick a spider. Twice.

Both you and Gale are nerdy, polite and a little bit awkward. You would just be dancing around each other, fumbling your confessions until you finally got it right and started dating. After that you both would be inseparable.

Gale, knowing your love for fantasy and magic, would miss no opportunity to show off his spell repertoire in front of you. Whether it be creating stunning illusions or small acts like using mage hand to reach the tall shelf even when he could easily just walk over and do it.

Gale would enjoy getting sassed by you and could match you in wit. Although occasionally it does serve to ground him in reality since he can be egotistical sometimes.

⁠You’d catch Gale, staring at your hair with a small dopey smile for quite a while. Many months into dating he’d just stare and look into your eyes a bit embarrassed everytime you catch him. You can tell it’s a look of adoration. One day you’ll probably just have to offer to let him touch your hair because he will never ask. He’ll always think that it’s rude to ask to touch someone’s hair. When you do let him, he’ll be very gentle on your curls, and he’ll watch them bounce with awe.

⁠He’d be fascinated by the hobbies available in the modern world. He’d be really bad at any sort of video game be it on a console or PC so you’d have to teach him a bit on the controls. He’d compare himself to wizards in video games and anime claiming that they haven’t learnt about the weave as well as he has.

Gale loves telling you dad jokes, in fact that’s all the jokes he knows. “Why did the chicken cross the road?”…looks around before answering his own question “because he saw a zebra crossing,” and laughs uncontrollably. He will always have a one liner, it is Gale’s wholesome quality.

Gale loves to show you the beauty of the weave. When you’re feeling a bit peckish, you know you can always go to Gale and he’ll conjure up sweets and bread just the way you like it. And surprisingly, you don’t know how, but they’re always fresh.

N/SFW

1. Even Though he is a gentleman, he is still a man. His eyes often linger on your figure, admiring the curves. He then scolds himself for being no better than a beast. Needless to say he will court you in bed slowly, but surely.

2. ⁠Being locked away for a long time in his tower, Gale’s own tower hasn’t seen much action in a while. Equally as shy as you, Gale would start with holding your hand and slowly working up the intimacy between you both so you always feel comfortable.

3. Your motherly behaviour is not something Gale thought he would sexualize. Something about your soft, nurturing side brings out a newfound breeding kink. He’d talk to you about it before ever cumming in you. He loves watching you squirm under him with every thrust until his cum fills up your womb.

4. One day Gale watched you fill ⁠your chubby cheeks with sweets. The staring developed thoughts in his head. That night while his cock is deep inside your pussy Gale commanded, “Open your mouth.” You obeyed and Gale spat in your mouth, with two fingers squeezing your cheeks. He groaned watching the liquid spilling out slightly from your lips.

5. Loves to give deep kisses while he’s thrusting you in missionary position. He will wrap his arms around you, while his legs tangle with yours. The closeness turns him on.

6. Gale loves using astral projections in the bedroom, he asks you to close your eyes and takes you to a far away star in the universe where you both have sex together using his magic.

7. ⁠Gale loves it when you give him hickeys. He’s your man and he likes to get marked. He wants the world to know you chose him. He groans heavily when you suck on his skin leaving marks. Especially around his thighs when giving blowjobs.

8. ⁠Gale likes to eat you out. He licks your folds in and out, he loves your taste. He’s taken time to learn your anatomy, Gale knows where your clit is and loves to flick it with his tongue.

9. ⁠Gale knows about your condition and will always ask permission before trying out new sex positions and make sure it does not bring you any discomfort. Due to him constantly reading books, he definitely wants to try some Kama sutra positions.

10. ⁠Gale is the best at aftercare, he loves cuddles and would most likely burrito you both in a blanket, wrapping his arms around you and talk about literally anything in the world.

yours magically,

admins sar, san & sav

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books-are-escapes · 5 months

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out in the rain - b. b.

word count: ~800

the sky is a perfect collection of gray, the wind blows against my face, some sprinklings of rain stick to my skin. a message appears on my phone… from bradley. i sigh, reading what he wrote. “hey honey, can i come talk to you?” my frustration was to its max with this man. “no, i’m leaving to go to class at the moment, what do you want?” i texted as much sass as i could.

my car door took the brunt of it, being slammed as i exasperatedly got into my car. a response came across, “please?” i picture his big brown eyes boring into my heart and i caved. “you know what? fine. but you get one minute and i’ll be home at 4.” i texted furiously before throwing my phone in the seat, gripping the steering wheel and laying my head on it, cursing bradley for hurting me and for continually pursuing me.

my car rolled down the driveway, making this ride seem so much longer. class even dragged on too. he was consuming my every thought. i couldn’t quit thinking about him.

the rain picked up a bit so my umbrella came in handy today for the walk across campus.

driving home filled my stomach with nerves and butterflies and a ball of dread. i didn’t want to see bradley, i don’t like that i told him to come over, but there’s still a part of me that hopes we could work out.

the hope seemed to overgrow the dread like vines on a house. bradley’s bronco sat in the street and i bit my lip to keep from smiling as he sat on my step with my favorite flowers.

i put my car in park and stepped out. he lifted his head and his eyes met mine. i forgot why i was upset with him and i remembered exactly why i loved him in the first place. he stood up, his mustache shifting to equal the gentle smile on his face. the rain seemed to pick up. “honey… i’m so sorry. it was wrong. i shouldn’t have done what i had.” “thank you for apologizing.” i crossed my arms. “truth is, i’m not good at showing my heart and feelings. i wish i was, but i’ve never found something like that easy. if you’ll give me the time–” a clap of thunder sounded, i wasn’t expecting it so i jumped a bit. “–to show you.” he chuckled.

“bradley, my heart hurts and i don’t like that we separated. i’ve missed you a lot and i want you back in my life.” tears formed in the corners of my eyes. i took a step toward him. “i brought you these.” he handed me the bouquet. “i figured they’d help either way.” i smiled, taking the flowers and cradling them.

the rain started coming down more and more, i was starting to get soaked and so was he. his hair started clinging to his forehead. i felt drops running down my cheeks as well. “can we go back to what we were? i just miss you and i desperately want you back in my life bradley.” my voice wobbled as i practically begged. “that’s why i wanted to come see you… to tell you how much i love you.” his voice raised over the rain. my heart started racing when he said that. he took another step towards me. i set the flowers down on the stoop. his hands rested on my waist as i wrapped my arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. “bradley, i love you. you’re so stupid but i love you so much.” he laughed, rubbing my back.

the rain was pouring in thick sheets, we were both soaked through. i let go of the hug. my hands went to his cheeks. water continued to run down my face and his. “just tell me you want that too.” my eyes and his were locked in on each other. “i want it. i want you.”

he brushed a stringy strand of hair off of my forehead, cupping my face in his large hands. “i love you honey, and i’m sorry.” his thumbs gently wiped some tear drops from my cheeks. “bradley, kiss me, dammit.” his laugh was music. “i want to enjoy the shit out of this.” i laughed too.

he leaned in so slowly, pulling my face to meet his. he paused a millimeter from my lips. i pouted. “oh yeah… i’m enjoying it.” his sly smile tickled my tummy. his mustache brushed against my top lip, then our lips connected and i think i felt something resembling a firework show in my stomach. thunder rang through the sky as our lips touched. i couldn’t get enough of him. my salty tears and the rain water mixed on my cheeks, but i’d never felt happier. the rain pelted down and filled my soul with a joy i hadn’t felt in awhile. we pulled each other as close as we could, my arms wrapping around his neck, his securely holding my waist.

when we pulled away i hit his chest, “you silly, silly man, i love you.” his hands slid to grip my waist. “honey, i love you too.”

AN: hehe i love the rain and i love kisses in the rain and i love the thought of someone running to kiss you in the rain and i love the thought of it raining while they tell you they love you.

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 10 months

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Mission accomplished

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ this was requested by @princeinsomniavoid. Thank you so much for the amazing plot and for helping me with the proofreading. You are amazing 💖 Reblogs and comments are very appreciated 💖

Plot: Leon and the reader work for Umbrella. The reader hates their job because they were being trained to be a field agent kind of like Leon but ended up being heavily injured in a training exercise. Very sardonic and full of sass they walk around using a cane now with their job being similar to Hunnigan. Leon gets into some trouble during his assignment and with the help of the reader, he manages to get through. The Reader has to semi-begrudgingly help him out because they do care about Leon but find it a little hard to show it. Who knows, maybe when Leon gets back to the HQ they'll kiss or something :).

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A gentle summer rain turned into a thunderstorm quickly.

Y/N was sitting at their desk, wearing a headset much like Hunnigan's. Their attention was directed at the monitor in front, which displayed the activity of a field agent. Their job was to watch the situation and help the agent fulfill his mission.

It was late, so late that they could barely keep their eyes open. Near them, there were a few cups of coffee, some empty, some with a little liquid in them that ran cold except for one that was fresh. They liked their coffee hot. When they felt another wave of fatigue hit, they quickly took a sip of the hot beverage.

An assignment shouldn't take this long, but the Government loves to give Leon the toughest missions. So they were stuck on that chair until he returned home. Normally another agent can replace them, but for reasons only known to them, they refused to be replaced.

"Condor One to Roost, do you copy?" A familiar voice said through the microphone that made them flinch.

"Roost to Condor One, I copy. What's your situation?"

The first instinct was to scold Leon for being out for so long, but the mission was already hard. He didn't need more pressure.

"I got the papers and the sample. Man, these mercenaries are no joke."

"Did you really expect to get an easy mission?"

"A man can only hope."

Y/N chuckled, and with a few clicks, he found Leon's current location.

"I see you found a safe place."

"Not exactly. I found this weird, wooden piece, and my guts telling me it belongs here."

"I don't think you have time to play with toys, Kennedy."

"Just trust me, ok? Condor One out."

A moment of silence followed, during which Y/N took another sip of the coffee. What an agent like Kennedy can do with a wooden toy is beyond him, but he has faith in his unorthodox methods.

"I never understood these villains' obsession with puzzles," Leon said suddenly as he struggled to rotate the wooden piece in front of the light to cast the shadow of an emblem on the near wall. This puzzle was crucial for him if he wanted to advance.

"Neither did I with world domination but here we are. I'm stuck in a chair and you're stuck matching colors and creating shadow animals."

"It's not an animal, it's the family's emblem. Get your facts straight."

Y/N let out a long exhale.

"Please tell me I wasn't stuck here for days just for you to get stuck at some childish game."

"Excuse me, but this kind of stuff requires a lot of precision and I can't quite finish in such conditions."

"I'm so sorry dear. Which troubles you most: the fact that you have an entire clan trying to kill you for stealing their research, or my bitching?"

"Right now, your bitching."

"Can't run away from that, sorry. You'll be stuck with it until you return, I'm afraid."

"Who says I wanted it to end?"

Y/N remained quiet. They didn't know how to respond.

That silence was soon disturbed by some gunshots. If Y/N was sleepy, those sudden sounds sure woke him for good.

"Leon!" They shouted through the microphone.

"Ah, shit! Can't talk right now, will call you later. Condor One out."

The communication ended, leaving them staring at the monitor.

Only an hour had passed but it felt like days. They waited anxiously for Leon to respond. Despite seeing him moving along the map, they still needed to hear his voice for confirmation.

"Condor One to Roost, do you copy?"

"Yes, I copy Leon."

"Good. I solved the puzzle just in time and was able to escape."

"That's good to hear. Are the files and sample still in your possession?"

"Yes. I'm in one piece too by the way."

"I had no worries that it would be otherwise."

"You have so much faith in me."

"I just trust your skills."

"Meaning you have faith in me and care about me. You just don't wanna admit it."

"Do I have to remind you that you're still on duty?"

Leon scoffed and ended the conversation.

They never understood Leon's attitude toward missions. He seemed carefree, sometimes making silly jokes with them and his enemies like his life wasn't in danger. They both share the exact same coping mechanism, which is so strange to them.

"You know, this situation takes me back," Leon said suddenly.

The agent was very talkative during this mission, which was strange because he wasn't talking strictly about the mission. It seemed that he wanted to talk with them, as if he missed them?

"Back to what?" they asked.

"Back to the training days." they heard a couple of gunshots after.

Reluctantly, they moved their hand to their thigh and rubbed it gently. No matter how gentle the touch was, it was still painful.

"How so?" they asked with bitterness in their voice.

"Well, first, I feel like a rookie. I don't know what I'm doing here, and it feels like the first time I've been in combat. And second, this guy I'm with is kinda bossy, and it reminds me of Krauser."

"...Krauser..." That name sent shivers down their spine because it was the same guy who trained them, and it was the same guy who was responsible for their accident. Well, not directly, as his training methods were very unethical and pushed them far beyond their limits.

Noticing that they remained silent, Leon began to feel a little guilty.

"Right, you got injured during his training...sorry." His voice dropped.

"No, it's fine. I'm way past that. And besides, I hated the idea of being a field agent. No offense."

"None taken."

"I like what I'm doing right now, so if you are done reminiscing, I'd advise you to focus on your mission."

“You’d make one helluva agent, you know that, right?” Leon said it genuinely.

“Thanks! Coming from you means something.”

“Oh don’t get all sentimental on me now, you’re gonna make me cry.”

The mission ended successfully as always.

They hurried to greet Leon. Despite not showing it, Y/N deeply cared about him. A slight hunch in their posture, aided by the cane they now heavily relied upon, gave you an air of weariness that matched their cynical demeanor perfectly.

Once they saw Leon they let out a sigh of relief, the weight of the mission finally lifting from their shoulders. Even if he looked perfectly fine, there was no way of telling if the mission affected him or not because he hid it well.

"Bastard..." they thought. His act of hiding his pain is contradictory to them because, by concealing his true emotions, he is presenting a facade that does not reflect his actual state of being, thus perceiving him as a hypocrite.

However, all of that anger was cast away when they and Leon made eye contact. His eyes instantly glimmered and his lips curved into a big smile. They stopped being so tensed as all that rush caused by adrenaline gave way to a moment of calm.

"Hey stranger, come here." He said softly, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and affection as he pulled Y/N into a tight hug. "We make a great team, you know that?"

"I know, even if you annoy me sometimes." They couldn't help but smile genuinely.

Even if they broke the hug, they remained very close to one another. Y/N was so happy to see Leon alive, and he must've been happy to see Y/N too.

"You should get some sleep, tho." He said as he closed the gap between your bodies.

"Yeah, you too."

Leon reached out a hand and gently touched their cheek. It was a tender, unspoken acknowledgment of the bond they shared. And before they could react, he leaned in, capturing their lips in a lingering kiss.

At that moment, the weight of their frustrations and inhibitions melted away, replaced by a sense of warmth and connection. Perhaps, in the chaos of their lives, there was room for something more—a fragile yet undeniable love that had weathered the storm.

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cherrymooshroom · 8 months

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Michael Myers x short!chubby!goth!fem!childhood friend!reader General headcanons and a lil' visiting my boi in Smith's Grove uwu.

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Word count: 738

THis is completely self indulgent and I'm not sorry. I am thirsty for RZ Myers after watching the movies. I wrote this in like 40 minutes.

CONTENT WARNING: Standard RZ! Michael lore, I'll definitely be doing more of this concept.

You grew up in Haddonfield, you went to the same school as the “infamous and terrifying” Michael Myers.

You grew up with Michael, listening to music, reading tons of sci-fi and fiction books, playing your various game consoles your parents got you when he visited. You were always running around outside with him, hunting down various lizards, bugs and critters.

You tried to tamper his more violent tendencies as a child, and you’d gotten him to understand empathy pretty well, but of course he slipped up… It was much more than a kid should’ve dealt with, but he was your best friend. You hated to admit you also had similar fascinations with dead things, but nothing like Michael, you didn't want to actually hurt anything.

People didn’t know about the shit he went through, how hard he tried to prevent his own violent tendencies.

The constant bullying and borderline sexual harassment from peers about his mother and sister was truly repulsive but the principal never actually punished the kids responsible… His abusive predator step dad, his older sister Judith constantly berated him and put him down… He was bound to snap and take them out, in all honesty. The human mind can only bend so far before it snaps wholly.

Then he killed his entire family except for his baby sister Angel and his mom, since she’d been at work.

Your family moved away for a while after that, and only moved back recently. Your father got a promotion that required you to move towns, and your mother felt unsafe in Haddonfield.

You were shocked to see Angel Myers- Or rather Laurie Strode, since she’d taken on a new name with her adoptive family- living in the same town still.

It made you feel a mix of discomfort and confusion. Did she not know her own past?

You made it a point to visit Michael at Smith’s Grove as soon as you could.

You’re being guided through the building by Loomis and a guard. “Now, he’ll have to be restrained, and he probably won’t even talk to you.” Loomis says as he scans some ID card and opens the door.

“Are guns necessary?” You ask quietly and Loomis huffs.

“This man-” “I know what he did, what he could do. Just… leave the door open and stand outside or something.” You snap and Loomis eyes you for a moment before leaving you in the room. You turn around, facing into the room and notice him, he’s hard to miss, considering how much he’d grown. “Michael. Hi. You probably don’t remember me… It’s y/n… y/n y/l/n. We- I grew up in Haddonfield too.” You say softly, moving to sit across from the murderer. He’s silent and still for a bit, before he finally tilts his head up and looks at you.

His eyes linger on your (h/t), (h/l), (h/c) locks, your vibrant (e/c) eyes and a flicker of recognition light up his empty ice blue eyes. He grunts softly and shifts in his seat, seeming to be getting more comfortable, humoring you.

“Yeah, uh… I moved away, but we moved back… I came to visit you as soon as I could, Michael. I missed you so much, I’m so sorry.” You say softly and his head tilts slowly. “You know exactly what I mean, don’t give me that look. I know you’re not stupid.” You sass and he leans back in his chair. You sit in silence for a while, and you realize with a bit of annoyance that Loomis was right, Michael wouldn’t bother talking to you. “Ugh… That dickhead doctor of yours was right, you really won’t talk to anyone anymore.” You grumble with a pout and tear up.

You hear Michael let out a growl, and suddenly a deep, baritone rasp resonated through the room.

“Fuck him.” You sit up and look at Michael, wide eyed.

“Whoa. Jesus. Uh… Yeah I don’t like that guy, I called your mom a few times before she-” You wince and clear your throat. “She swore you wouldn’t have been a threat with- If they’d just let you go home. Fucking prick, he is.”

“Yeah.” You look over and see the guards getting ready to usher you away. “Visit again… Missed you, (y/n)” Michael says quietly and you blush as the guards come in and usher Michael away to his cell.

#rz michael myers x reader #slashers x reader #michael myers x reader #michael myers

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More Reading Thoughts: The Steward and the King

New chapter, let’s go!

Dude Eowyn chill out lol

Eowyn: “I’m bummed because I tried to commit sudoku and it didn’t work.” Faramir: “Please don’t do that. You’re too pretty to die. But hey, if it makes you feel any better, we all might die anyway, so you might as well rest up if you wanna be able to fight.” Eowyn: “But they want me to stay in bed. And my window doesn’t look eastward :’-C” Faramir: “Oh! I can fix that! :-D”

AND NOW MERRY AND FARAMIR GET TO CHAT!! DUDE!!

First Bergil, and now Faramir!! This just in: All of Pippin’s friends eventually become Merry’s friends. When am I gonna get my scene with Beregond and Merry, huh??

(I probably won’t but a girl can dream)

Tbh I think the Warden ships Farawyn

Faramir: “I’mma give you my dead mom’s cloak ‘cause it’s beautiful and sad like you”

Faramir: “Man, it’s been great hanging out with you. I really hope the world doesn’t end now, ‘cause I don’t want to lose this.” Eowyn, a genius: “This what?”

This whole scene plays out like a cheesy Bollywood movie. It’s so over-the-top. I love it X’-D

And then everybody MAGICALLY STARTS SINGING AT ONCE

“And his duty was to prepare for one who would replace him” 👀 John the Baptist is that you??

And here we see the healing power of love *throws confetti*

YOOOOOOO WE GET MORE GONDORIAN MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS WAIT

Okay so we have trumpets, bells, harps, viols, flutes, and horns listed so far. I’m gonna want to answer that ask more thoroughly at some point won’t I?? ‘Cause I have didn’t have this information before but NOW I DO

Heyyy there’s somebody named Hurin! Hopefully his life has been better than the original one

(I can’t imagine naming your kid after someone who’s best known for having a son with the Worst Life Ever. Like, okay, sassing Morgoth to his face is pretty cool, but is it worth it?? Is it really?? Like the only thing worse would actually be naming your kid Turin. … They’ve done that too, haven’t they?)

ELFHELM!!!

ELFHELM SURVIVED!!

ELFHELM OF DAD JOKES I LOVE YOU

Hahaha hi Ioreth

“They are dear friends, I hear.” HECK YES THEY ARE

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW RIGHT YOU ARE IORETH

Listen one of my favorite tropes is when people in-universe acknowledge the bromance as An Official ThingTM, so this is PEAK. THANK YOU TOLKIEN

Faramir: “I give you my stick.” Aragorn: “No u”

Goodness GRACIOUS that is a whole paragraph of titles for Aragorn. What the heck. Who is it in my notes that always tags Aragorn as “local man has too many names, local authorities report” because you are RIGHT

“Now according to tradition, he should take the crown from his father, but given that his father didn’t have the crown and is also very much dead—”

Faramir: “I give you the crown” Aragorn: “NO U”

And now Frodo does the task of a ring-bearer in an actual wedding, which is to carry the shiny thing to somebody so they can give it to somebody else

“HEY! LET’S HEAR IT FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA!”

Woohoo King Aragorn!

WAIT

HOLD UP

‘ITS GATES WERE WROUGHT OF MITHRIL AND STEEL’??

YOOOOOO!! That’s a 100% METAL DOOR!! In a MEDIEVAL SETTING!! Even WE don’t have huge metal doors for most things, and we’re in the modern age!

First of all, imagine how shiny! Secondly, IMAGINE HOW FREAKIN’ SCI-FI—

BEREGOOOOOOOOND

HELLO MY BOO I’VE MISSED YOU

“And the king said to Beregond: ‘Beregond…’”

Pffft

I must be slaphappy, ‘cause for some reason I find his name being written twice in a row to be very funny

Aragorn: “Okay so you’re not in trouble, but you’re also not allowed to be a Guard of the Citadel anymore.” Beregond: “😨☹️😭” Aragorn: “…Because you’re gonna work FOR FARAMIR! GET PROMOTED ON, IDIOT!!” Beregond: “😧 … 🤩🥳🎉🎊🎈”

Aww haha Aragorn and Eomer hug X-D

Eowyn, to Faramir: “I’ll be back later, I promise.” Eomer, probably: “👀😨😡”

Aragorn: “Pls stick around, friends, I love you guys”

Frodo: “Pippin, you were wrong, Gandalf is keeping secrets again.” Gandalf: “excuse”

Aragorn, excitedly: “LE GASP!! A TREE!!”

Okay so lemme get this straight: Aragorn wasn’t allowed to marry Arwen until he found a tree??

Right. Okay. 🤣🤣🤣

I’m sure this is very symbolically important and whatever but it’s almost 3 AM and I just think it’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all night

GLORFINDELLLLLL

GLORFINDEL HI!!

I’VE MISSED YOU FRIEND!!! 8-D

I guess all these other elves are here too but I don’t really care ROFLOL

This chapter really is the epitome of Tolkien going “oh shoot I guess I’d better include some romance in here huh”

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Prompt Discussion - Yamato's Ghost Stories | O Captain My Captain

Ten Days of Tenzo 2023: Day 1 (Nov 1)

Each year, the prompts for Ten Days of Tenzo are open to your interpretation! We enjoy all the TDOT participation, and we wanted to give some ideas for how you could interpret each prompt.

Yamato's Ghost Stories

We all know Tenzo likes to make scary faces at Naruto, so maybe he'll be telling his teammates a scary story too. Or maybe someone's turning the tables and trying to scare him!

Maybe he's living the story! Is Tenzo the one who is a ghost? Did he go to the other side, or is he simply under the effects of a jutsu? Can people see him, or is he an invisible observer?

Or, is Tenzo one who is meeting the ghost? Who is this apparition? Hashirama, whose mokuton he inherited? Is he meeting a family member, or a lost loved one? Is he encountering the spirit of one of the characters we see die in the series, like Zabuza, or Minato? Did Kakashi decide to say hello during his brief death? Are they reanimations, or are they spirits?

Maybe it's a Modern AU. On the literal side of things, he could end up ghost-hunting with fun paranormal tech, either of his own volition or roped in by a friend. Team 7 could have their ghost story podcast!

Or maybe we're playing with term "ghosting" and we're finding out why Tenzo and another character stopped texting/talking?

You could be incorporating the superstitions and legends that are familiar to you, or you could be creating your own new, silly or sombre lore.

O Captain My Captain

We know that the name that our favourite tree man is introduced under is Captain Yamato. Are we learning about his experience leading missions? Or a team captain he admires, like Kakashi or Asuma? Is Tenzo getting ready to move on from being a captain, and take on new title?

He's captain of his ninja youths, but he could also be captain of a ship, or a plane. Maybe he's the kind of captain you'd see in a sci-fi series. Perhaps he's a different kind of captain outside of the military. Is he captain of a sports team? A debate club? A mountain expedition?

This prompt is also a quote from the Dead Poets Society, so maybe we're leaning into Tenzo being a teacher. Is he teaching ninja skills, or life lessons? Is it a modern AU, where he's a botany professor, or is he teaching Naruto and co. at a high school?

Tenzo could be meeting or becoming a captain from another beloved media in an AU/crossover, like Captain America (Captain Konoha?) or Captain Hook? Maybe he's gone the way of Captain Planet, and become an eco-crimefighter!

We could also be thinking of real-life objects with "Captain" in their name, like Tenzo drinking some Captain Morgan rum, or eating Cap'n Crunch? (Not an ad, we promise!)

Maybe we're using "captain" as a verb, and Tenzo is championing an idea, or just being a natural leader among friends. Maybe he's being the Captain of the Sass Brigade. Possibilities are endless!

Thank you to everyone who suggested a prompt, and to everyone who enjoys TDOT. These are just a few ideas! Feel free to get creative.

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Apparently I can't read. *facepalm* so let's try that again:

1, 4 and 21, for Styles

Lol you're fine dear! I have misread SO many things myself!🤭 SO SORRY for late reply though argh!

Daaaww I love how you ask for Styles eee💖💖💖 it makes me feel less dumb for adoring him so much.💖💖💖 Thank you for these questions dear!!

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Oh my god I didn't think this question would be difficult to answer but it kind of is?! I think it's because my heart just yells "HE'S MY HUSBAND I DONT HAVE REASONS ASGHJKL"🤣🤣🤣

I like his sass, his willingness to cheer up a friend and be a friend, even if he isn't always great at it. His courage, his loyalty, his adorable stupidity (speaking loud when he shouldn't, saying he can be a steward🤭)

I like how he's willing to die for his friends and doesn't give it a thought. His willingness to learn things he doesn't know for example: he taught himself how to cook!

His laughter, his smile, his irritated expressions.🤭

added by Styles himself: his muscles and his butt.🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

What I would list as a dislike of the character is that Styles in episode 8 wasn't the one I knew for the rest of the series😅 I don't consider episode 8 cannon besides the marriage of Horatio because of the way Styles acts the whole episode. It heavily grates against how he's been acting in the entire series. Yeah he can be a dick sometimes, but not to the levels of slut shaming/ disrespecting women and pettiness. Maybe I'm crazy, that whole final episode felt 'off' for a lot of characters, not just Styles.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Hmm I've already put him in Sci fi media with Doctor Who, does that count?🤔 Doctor Who fanfiction is that a media? I wrote him as Eight's companion and he would be like Jamie since he doesn't understand technology and would say "Eh?!?" A lot like Jamie did.🤭

21. If you're a fanfic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's some you don't like?

So I've written a few things for Styles, my best work with him I think was angst where he got shot a lot and almost died.😅 🤣

But my favorite thing to do for Styles in writing is giving him love of any kind. Platonic or romantic, I love writing for Styles receiving acceptance and encouragement that he is important and wanted by those he loves.💜

@ariel-seagull-wings @cel-aerion @captain-dad @professorlehnsherr-almashy

#answered asks #character asks #styles #hornblower styles #husbando

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Time for some in-depth trigunbookclub notes! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ First story arc 'episode': vol1 ch00-04~

A bit of a late start but I'm planning to reread the series again with the overhaul translation, hoping to catch what I might've missed the first time around vs Dark Horse's. Paying attention with more informed, detailed thoughts and impressions from the perspective of already knowing what happens later in the story. Special thanks to cerealandchoccymilk's translation notes comparing to their japanese copy for additional clarity!

Flipping through these pages again, and gosh I'm already surprised at how much information's densely packed in here! (I...may have miscalculated how long these commentaries might take...) I've already made some notes for the opening ch00: 'High Noon at July' prologue, and I'm not sure how far I can sustain this same level of detail (maybe I'll surprise myself), but for now I'll try to focus on what else I can observe and talk about from the manga's first official story 'arc' - which lasts for the first 3ish chapters, corresponding to the 98anime's episode 5: 'Hard Puncher.' Stampede actually begins with this same story arc in eps1-2! :O In short, about the town suffering in decline from their malfunctioning Plant problems, desperately in need of money that Everyone (citizens, hunters, and outlaws alike) chases after Vash for the huge bounty on his head, until the Nebraska family shows up to escalate more trouble.

Yup, that's where the manga's story begins, as ch4 already speeds right on through to the Sand Steamer arc! (After a 2 week timeskip) Which the 98anime adapts later in ep7, and Stampede ep6! :O So the pace of the early manga is considerably much denser and faster, with plenty of details to note in between.

After the prologue sets the tone--ominously post-disaster with human survival and hope, ch1 opens with the iconic shot of Vash's Wanted poster. Many people have already noticed the...unusually vague and contradictory bits of information on him. So much is 'unknown' (note: Dark Horse lists an unknown birthplace while overhaul lists an unclear appearance) and yet...he's suspected to be the 'murderer' of someone with a fancy alias, as a 'young' (est age24) horrible killer who's also a pacifist?? 🤔 (How does that contradiction work out?) Who's believed 'capable' of mass destruction...and yet, there's nothing really conclusive he's indicted with here. Most of it feels like unconfirmed rumors and hearsay, so what's the actual truth? Who is he really? There's the additional tonal whiplash of seeing his ~smiley smiley~ easygoing (and old western themed) mugshot in contrast to the prologue's (sci-fi) bleak & desolate shot of a city that looks eerily destroyed by a post-nuclear bomb, released or shot from a clear direction leveled at ground zero. Something disastrously huge happened here to account for that ridiculous sum of $$60 billion on his head, with way more missing info than the suspicions he's listed for. Something doesn't add up here, so that's what the rest of the story's about--for us to find out~

First impressions of actual manga Vash (just from this introductory arc alone)....and he's a cute & silly little guy! :'D Whose attention is sharp and alert (he's definitely no idiot) to his surroundings sensing danger, with quick reaction times and even quicker resourceful fingers. A little odd and creature-y; how does he move that way and get himself into so many ridiculously contorted pretzel upskirt positions?! (Ahem: Nightow gives him all the 'fanservice' shots so the women don't have to; I respect that~ Hey, and why do the 4 buttons on his coat's collar keep mysteriously unbuttoning away in the breeze like that too, c'mon!!) Very animated and openly emotive with range, from the uwuest sad puppy eyes ever seen (accentuated with pretty corner lashes~) to flipping into irritation as someone who's not above using petty sass to make his points either. Oh he cries, both blubbering to himself about his own misfortunes and empathetic to others' pain, and oh he gets angry with dialed up severity too. And yet...he's a nice guy (who's gentle and considerate with women!!! 📣 with none of that 98 weirdness shown here at least, and easily makes friends with kids; all these are good signs) with an aloof air of mysterious distance, like he's a tired, traveling loner. Who seems like he'd just happily prefer to keep to himself out of trouble, simply trying to enjoy his meals in peace...until people rudely inconvenience him or interrupt his day with violent guns blazing!! D: Oh my god what an upsetting life (everyone's so mean to him~) give this poor guy a break with some actual Rest and peace please!

More in-depth thoughts from chapter 01: 'The 60 Billion Double Dollar Man' Immediately the setting is a very lawless, harsh place to live. With daily injuries and murder cases galore, where violence is so commonplace that even kids yearn for their own guns someday (wow D:) People might be cold and inconsiderate to others, cause everyone has it Hard here--everyday is a struggle, but the biggest telling observation -to me- is that no one is evil. :O Everyone presented this arc simply does what they must to survive, that resorting to violence (without malice) simply becomes a necessitated choice or way of life for many. :') That, in itself, clues me in that humanity is not evil, despite how it may appear. (I'll continue this more.)

I say this because the group of bandits who violently open fire on Vash in the diner, aren't there to hurt anybody else--they're only after his bounty (nothing personal), and in fact they assure the waitress they'll even repair the damages with that money later. Vash Notices(tm)~ Creatively resolving the situation thru non-lethal distraction, attrition, and his de-escalation + marskman skills using a child's toy. (So you see kid~ real guns aren't needed to win and save the day~) And I'm glad the overhaul translation made it clear the group volunteered giving up all their clothes & weapons to pay for the diner's damages as they concede defeat (that was...nice? of them), rather than simply walking away in humbled shame. Cause in the Dark Horse tl and old anime I didn't quite understand why they all suddenly stripped like that (to Vash's uncomfortable surprise: he didn't make them or expect they'd do that gesture either.)

We get some of our first classic Vash lines! yay~ Dark Horse kinda awkwardly botches his purple-prosey way to express his ongoing quest for 'Love & Peace,' so overhaul sounds more natural and faithful to the 98anime here: "[I'm a] hunter of peace, who continues to chase the elusive mayfly of love." (as opposed to a 'peaceful hunter' for the 'dragonfly' of love...which doesn't make much sense, since dragonflies are the hunters Dark Horse pls) Because striving for peace in this violent land is hard, and love itself (not necessarily 'romantic,' since familial and platonic kinds exist too) is as rare, short-lived, and precious to find here as a mayfly's tragically short lifespan...:') Man...

The whole thrifty 'price of one bullet for [insert any amount of food]' joke, cause whether pizza, pancakes (he ate those in the 98anime here), or donuts, his point still stands that choosing more food to live is more important/valuable than buying more bullets for killing & violence~

Violence which! He reasons that since no one likes to receive pain, he's decided to avoid any casualties. Apparently Dark Horse has the more accurate tl here, as it's about 'receiving' it: "pain isn't something anyone likes, right?" over rhetorically asking whether anyone can forgive 'doing harm' (overhaul). Because just SAYIN, as someone like him who personally KNOWS pain and what it's like to receive it etched all over his body, of course he'd feel awful and project empathize when others get hurt too. Never wishing they'd come to suffer the same as him. As long as he can help it, never again--whether that's to the pacifist level of preventing, stopping, relieving, or taking their pain upon himself in their place. But perhaps only lightly alluded to though or maybe I'm reading too much into his awkward sweating closed-off expression, since even he can't fully explain it yet; all the pain and scars of his past and the reasons why he refuses to kill aren't fully revealed yet~

...Oh my god, and we see our first official Plant bulb - which is so utterly bizarre to see it standing so bare and 'alone' surrounded by what amounts to only a roadside gas station & diner in the middle of nowhere. We know a single Plant can sustain a whole town..so why...it's almost like it was only recently 'dropped' (off the 'ship') or discovered as still active that civilization hasn't had enough time to properly settle around it...hmm.

But it marks the resting stop and first official appearance of Meryl & Milly! YES!! The girls show up in ~chapter one~ and are here to STAY, as important characters from beginning to end! 🎉 Meryl arrives with all the aura and swag of one whose larger than life ~presence~ belies her small frame. She's here for a reason, determined on a mission with a job to do, and has no time of day (she seems used to it as one who's experienced much of this before) for men who won't take her seriously or who make vulgar jokes at her (their) expense--thank you Milly's giant stungun for the karmic slap in their stead; don't dismiss, disrespect, ignore, or overlook these ladies, now!

I love that the moment Meryl's told the whereabouts of Vash, along with the wise advice to stay away from the current danger in that city--BAM she's already heading out the door (ditching Milly and their meal order?!) Reminds me how in the 98anime she ditched Milly in hot pursuit jumping off a tower wearing a parachute--like HELLO? Meryl pls! But here THEY'RE OFF~ on their way while Vash is...ulp, welp he's in trouble. :'D

Chapter 02: 'Looney Tunes' More worldbuilding's revealed to flesh out what we first glimpsed in the prologue: it's been over a 100yrs since humans crash-landed onto this desert planet and built up cities around the fallen ships, closely dependent on the viable technology brought within them. The first (!!) time the name 'Vash the Stampede' made history was once one of those major cities--lost July, was wiped off the map. Links are connecting, especially if he was deemed the prime suspect responsible for its sudden, unexplained destruction. The prologue said this disaster happened in year 0104, which matches being over a hundred years since humanity's 'arrival,' but just how long ago has it been since that incident? For Vash's name to build that notoriety for his bounty? For him to remain dangerously at large, yet uncaught, like a mysterious urban legend humanoid 'bomb.' The narration implies it's been a while for his story to be 'passed though the ages,' but we shall see.

But no time to ponder about that, because immediate tonal whiplash! Current Vash is in trouble and distress, running around dodging bullets, grenades, and the silliest cartoony hijinks imaginable for his life. Since after those first few guys in ch1, now the entire town knows who he is to be after his bounty too! aaaa~

Meryl & Milly are already here! (urgently, in hot pursuit to do....?) Meryl's pissed at how carelessly the town's handing all the chaos, as if they're all childish fools unknowingly playing with a nuclear warhead set to blow. (So interestingly, that's her first presumption about Vash; she's likely done her homework on July's historical disaster report.) Scaring Milly so much about the imminent danger (this town could be the next to explode!) that Milly stops, deciding she doesn't want to go anymore. :O Ah!! This interestingly reveals Meryl's likely the braver, more headstrong leader of the two, who seems to know what she's doing. Which is...wait, what does she plan to do here, exactly?? AAAAA!!! Bringing a megaphone into a warzone--alright, silly silly silly. She's SO silly, but so brave. And reckless. :P (Go Meryl~) Actually I like that she sees everyone here as humans first, who--she thinks, can still listen to reason even riled up in a mob. But even with her most ridiculously polite and ~formal~ way of speaking, you guessed it: the crowd pays her 'request' no attention. :'D (aaa! she's ignored; much woe and irony~) But whatever she has to say is so important that Meryl's determined and desperate to have her voice heard!

While wondering what on earth these two insurance ladies can still possibly hope to achieve here, now that the situation's chaotically escalated to the point the town chairman's called in the Nebraska family to pit against Vash...I'd say, in contrast to the town's many unsuccessful, over-the-top bombastic methods to catch him so far, I find it...very interesting that the ones who actually silently corner Vash (at gunpoint) are a room full of women. :O Interesting, very interesting~ (It seems the women in this story are the ones who can effectively get shit done~ So Meryl & Milly? Let's have faith to see what else they got~) As armed mothers, sisters and wives, prepared to do whatever it takes to get the money needed to save their kids and town from dying. So remember what I said about how none of the humans shown here are evil? Cause these women, and this whole town really, are just trying to survive (while resorting to violence); everyone has their own reasons to be after that bounty, with no personal malice towards Vash himself. :')

Vash of course, sympathizes with their terrible plight. And holy shit they said they lost 50 Plants?! (that's a shitton! D:) How is he holding himself together so well--ah, he is forcibly holding back his tears. :') BUT he's doubly conflicted, because he asserts he cannot afford to stop (as in, getting captured or killed) before he sees 'Him' again. (We know who that is, as there's only one stabby guy that could be.) The 98anime dub happened to mistranslate this line as 'the guy you're after' (who, the waitress!? she doesn't even know who [redacted] is!) so I imagine the subjects/objects were vague enough in japanese for that mistake to happen. Still, there's nothing else to really imply what Vash intends to do when he sees 'him.' Is it for revenge or something else he plans to do? It's unclear, aside from how clearly Vash gets angry and serious when it comes to 'him' (bonus: yes as suspected, Vash uses 'ore' as his personal pronoun like in the 98anime when it comes to topics about 'him' I'm glad to see those jp scans to confirm) That it must be something so personal/sensitive/grave enough that he realllllllly doesn't want to resort to shooting a room full of women when he's cornered (don't force him!!! pls he's already begging them not to make him do this), so that he can escape and continue his quest without dying early here. Whew... Fortunately no one has to make that difficult decision yet, because (unfortunately) the Nebraska's rocket fist breaks that building tension...and literally the entire room first.

Uhoh? But surprise!!! Vash is unharmed, gently holding the same waitress who'd just aimed a gun at him before, and somehow he managed to write a sassy "kiss my ass!!" returning message on Nebraska's fist--MULTITASK ahoy! (Also where did Vash grab that marker??? hah who knows~) But Milly's so worried at this point--and smothering Meryl from seeing anything, that 'bomb-kun' (Vash) has been provoked enough to explode! lmao :P (but will he?)

Chapter 03: 'Hard Puncher' Once again I need to appreciatively state just how gentlemanly and careful Vash is with these injured women; he fishes them out of the rubble and carries them all out to safety, one by one. Even Nebraska patiently waits, chilling there smoking a cig, for Vash to finish! They may be a notorious, haughty, and highly destructive family of outlaws, but see even the Nebraskas here aren't evil. :O Even when Vash moves away from the women to make space (and this is different from how the 98anime did it) Nebraska still faithfully aims at him, not them. But Vash needlessly dives forward to bodily shield the women from the exploding debris anyway! :O (In the 98 anime Vash was far away but Nebraska aimed at the women to force a lesson on him to make a choice, here interestingly not so; the women aren't helplessly made targets like that.)

Nebraska finds Vash's behavior odd, cause this is a duel - a quick draw match between a gunman and a cyborg's flying rocket punch (Nebraska himself is only after the bounty too for his own reasons; nothing personal.) So with Vash's own survival on the line, why would he continue to risk harming himself to protect others? Nebraska finds his actions wanting to save everyone hypocritical, and the Dark Horse tl seems to make more sense (closer to the 98anime's lines), when his reasoning's about 'his turn' to either be eliminated or become, either directly or indirectly, the killer (aka kill or be killed, even the choice with the whole trolley problem) when the time comes faced against an opponent who gives him nothing but trouble someday. So if Vash has survived this long unscathed (just think about him emerging from the July rubble...) then someone else must've already died in his place before (or so Nebraska thinks, he doesn't know Vash tries to find other creative ways to win without casualties, and gloats that today is that turn for Vash to die~)

But then...suppose Vash has killed somebody in his past before (remember the prelude about July 👀), wouldn't his choice to change and practice no-killing now be an active improvement over that - as a measure of growth or atonement? And not the same 'hypocrisy' Nebraska means? It'd become that way if say, Vash broke his current philosophy once it becomes impossible/unsustainable to uphold, and he had to kill again someday (as a choice, orr...forcibly no choice as even the women who cornered him this ch almost forced him a tough decision he didn't want to make) despite everything---ahhh, so then what does Vash plan to do when he sees 'Him' again? If Vash chooses to kill him then...whoopdeedo, Nebraska's hypocrisy point will be made. But anyway...

It's the first time we see Vash don his glasses when it's time to ~Get Serious~ for shooting a quick draw match (vs a rocket punch--note again, how Nebraska only aims for Vash, not the women, unlike the 98anime.) And here, Vash is still faster than his opponent!! Unloading multiple bullets that force the fist to veer off-course and miss him~ While aiming to break the cyborg socket of that arm for good measure so it can't be punched again. Interestingly a male citizen says Meryl's lines from the 98anime expressing awe understanding now why this skilled man is called 'Vash the Stampede.' But manga Meryl has none of that identity crisis confusion; she already knows who this Vash is and is determined to get right down to business!

Which is....? Calling for everyone to stop the fight!!! oh but it's already over~ I'm marking this moment down as the first time Meryl & Milly make eye contact with Vash--them awkwardly yelling from the rooftop of a building with the same diplomatic intent in their methods as Vash, by wanting to resolve things peacefully!!!!

BECAUSE!! Oh, you thought the girls were only here to be a slapstick comedy duo? SURPRISE!!! THEY WERE HERE TO SAVE VASH ALL ALONG!!! ;A; That important 'thing' that Meryl was so desperately trying to announce to everyone this whole time--but could never get her voice heard, was that Vash's bounty has been officially rendered null! Void, invalid, zero! Everyone had only been fighting, trying to shoot him dead, and destroying their own damn city for nothing! AHHHHH!! (I totally understand your anger/frustration here, Meryl--an authentic and capable short woman's struggle to be listened to and taken seriously! UGH! ;o;)

[But that's curious--why so suddenly NOW, or er, yesterday, did the government decide to call off his bounty? This is so sudden, and it's only in the first story arc too! Pretty sure his bounty remains active for much longer in the 98anime before his status changes later. So what was the most recent occasion or reason?? Especially if it'd been years since lost July happened to build his bounty, why is he only declared a natural/localized disaster--like that of an earthquake or typhoon, now? 🤔🤔🤔 As someone who can't be compared on the same level as other human criminals--wait, then hold up: how does the government, or the insurance company really, intend to 'control' or contain him then? By sending out two women?? To deal with the most dangerous non-human category risk alive?! Who sent them out here expecting them to make contact and negotiate or die trying right in the line of fire! Ahem.]

For what it's worth, Vash looks the happiest he's ever been seen so far, rejoicing that ~HE'S FREE~ from that marked life of running from everyone who comes after his head. :'D No more bounty to worry about means peace for real, right? Well not so fast!!! The girls are still here with a job to do. Bernadelli's 'typhoon' insurance premiums payouts are probably pretty damn huge to cover for all his damages all the time so...to prevent needless, costly risks and disasters from happening, they're here to ensure Vash doesn't get himself into any more trouble...by keeping him under their close watch: 24hr vigilant surveillance! 8'D (so he's not freeee~)

Considering how Meryl compared his risk factor to that of a nuclear warhead before, she's pretty damn bold and fearless!!! To waltz right up in his face, poking a finger in his chest, and offering him a gorilla grip of a handshake to officiate their first 'meeting' doing business with him! (Damn, girl!) Dark Horse's tl appears to be more accurate when she describes him having a 'chronic troublemaking disease' too. :P Hah~ She keeps her face tightly composed and 'professional,' but if she's this 'comfortable' to be in his 'dangerous' presence then...looks like she at least regards him--Vash the person, as human too. :'))

But instead of two insurance agents containing him for the benefit of their company and/or the government, it's more like Vash has gained two women bodyguards who're here to fend off any provoking or untoward attempts on his person. 😌 Anyone who doesn't like that and still wants to pick a fight with him (whoa mr Nebraska's not done yet!) can pack it up and go home!!! He's officially off limits! Back off, show's over! hahaha~ Cause the girls are armed (non-lethally! now doesn't that nicely align with his values) to defend themselves. He's quite a bit shook~ ;D

Chapter 04: 'Bang Bang!' starts transitioning into the Sand Steamer arc, but there's some aftermath details to note.

There's been at least a 2 week timeskip (Meryl says they've been here for over half a month) and the town's financial situation has been resolved thanks to the bounty on the captured Nebraskas covering for their needed money instead. (Ironically in Vash's place.) Vash's wanted posters are also starting to get torn down, since his bounty no longer applies. Meryl clocks Vash as an unbelievably nice/soft hearted person for offering the town all his credit and bounty money earned from taking down the Nebraskas himself. (Technically the girls subdued mr Nebraska at the end, but how sweet and generous of him~)

Still, since it has been a quiet 2 weeks without incident (what's happened in between now and then is anyone's best guess or anime filler territory~ but he HAS been a 'good boy' staying out of trouble if nothing's bad happened, right?) that Vash rightly has to wonder....just how long do the insurance girls intend to stick around him?? No time limit, or until their term ends, huh? D: Oh...well that's going to be a problem. (Knowing his lifestyle and quest to find 'Him' again...yeah, Vash can't settle in one place for too long, or risk those getting too close to him lest they get swept up in the danger...) Welp, since the Steamer's arrived, that's the perfect opportunity to begin his leave.

Hah! Meryl's so high-strung and on edge that Vash has suddenly ditched them, she rescinds her previous 'nice person' comment, thinking he's only playing 'nice' and innocent now to trick them and slip away. I...think she's jumped to some conclusions (cause while he is clever and skilled, his kindness isn't fake or trickery) just like Milly thinks he's transformed into a cat. :P

So relax, the Steamer doesn't even leave til tomorrow, he's only ~discreetly~ gone to reserve his spot, he's stayed here the whole time since they first met without randomly leaving them, and it's not like him (or at least, his manga self that is) to leave town full of his new friends made these past 2 weeks without saying goodbye yet, right?!

Cause he's already befriended Tonis! (Stampede reference! Rosa's name was also listed among the fallen women he rescued from the rubble.) And I'm pretty sure this kid is the same one who had that toy gun! He's totally a Vash fan now~

Also to note: it's the first time we see his travel duffel bag and cloak, and one of the Steamer's caravan guys keeps heckling Vash to hire him for their security. So much for him trying to keep a low profile. :P What's funny is that the insurance girls--with jobs, seem to have ran out of money these past two weeks while away from their office branches, yet Vash's 'finances' appear to be fine, even without the reward money he gave away.

I reckon that if the town has offered Vash free food in exchange for the generous blessing he's offered them, then I'm sure they've likely compensated him enough with means to pay for his passage on the Steamer, too. I mean hell, they've thrown him a whole lively going-away party tonight! While even going the extra mile to call in some expensive looking 'working' girls for his pleasure! :P

Now everyone and their mom has commented on him feigning drunken sleep as his way to 'politely' avoid it and turn them down. Apparently the original japanese line has him wondering whether it's a 'waste' (the 98anime has him wondering whether he regrets it a little) as depending on your interpretation, he could mean his choice (celibacy) is a bit of a waste when the chance is offered so freely, where he knows it's better that he shouldn't do/risk it despite how much he's possibly starved himself longing/craving for closeness, OR that he feels it's a bit of a waste for the town to have invited those nice girls all the way over here for the one thing he just can't give so easily (acespec lens). EITHER WAY, there's at least 3 narrative reasons why he'd choose to avoid getting too close/intimate with people like 'that' (for now): 1) his dangerous lifestyle--it's not safe to risk others he cares about; his distance protects both sides from further harm, 2) his scars--can't risk revealing those or their reaction to what he 'is', and 3) lifespan--uhoh spoilery, but still hurty for the gap between him and them. So he chooses lonely, sad boi hours in the dark... :'))

But what about the light? Check out what Meryl does during the party: sitting there watching him the whole time wondering about his ~mysterious~ ways. Even after another guy casually sits next to her wondering what she's doing. :P Her attention's still fondly on Vash. (MERYL I SEE YOUUUUUU!!!!) Especially after thinking he's a nice person, to thinking he'd ditched her, to seeing how he is now--having such a lively, open, rambunctious time welcomed among the town's celebrations. That the other guy supplies it's a wonder too--that Vash is getting along so friendly now with the same people who previously shot at him wanting him dead. :'D How accepting, how forgiving, how things change~

Final Vash notes on the Steamer: he still just wants peaceful alone time and Rest, despite how much others--like the caravan guy again, keep pestering him. :P He washes his hands after using the restroom! (Good etiquette!) And...his first pair of glasses barely lasted two chapters before they broke. :P Welp! He's off to befriend another lost 'stowaway' troublemaking kid...as the girls work their fare on board, blissfully unaware; just what can possibly go wrong~

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Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Silver

@astralmysteria Request: Can I have a romantic twisted wonderland matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat

Thank you

After going through the description given, I believe that you best pair well with Silver!

Silver is a gentleman through and through, so while he appreciates your figure, he doesn’t ogle it mindlessly like some other students might. Although, if pushed, he would find that you are adorable and quite eye-catching, what with your curly black hair and chubby cheeks. And because you’re so short, he may endeavor to help you with fetching things like books or cups from high places—provided, of course, you ask for assistance because he still is a very polite young man.

Silver doesn’t often think about romance or any other feelings relating to that particular emotion. Most of the time, he’s trying to better himself as both a knight to his prince or to become a worthy mage that his father can be proud of. That said, he appreciates your kind and caring nature. As a student of Night Raven College, most of his peers are not as willing to bear vulnerability or compassion so openly. If nothing else, he finds your attitude refreshing because it is also a reflection of himself.

Silver believes in you despite your awkward and clumsy nature. Everyone has their faults and yours is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it’s rather endearing; almost as if you were one of those deer he would find near his childhood home or in the forests that surround the school.

In addition, if he ever finds that you are feeling doubtful about your talents and abilities, he is quick to reassure you and lay any doubts to rest. It takes a while to become confident, but like all things, when you want to become better at someone, you have to continue to practice and work hard to better yourself.

Silver is straightforward and serious. Although he is far more adept at interacting with his peers when compared to the rest of Diasomnia dorm, that doesn’t mean that he’s loads better. Therefore, don’t be too discouraged or saddened if Silver doesn’t quip back with his own sarcastic retorts or laugh at your sass. He’s an earnest, polite soul; it’s best that if you want to communicate with little miscommunication, you are clear and concise with your words.

(That doesn’t mean that there aren’t any moments when he can’t be funny or crack a smile at your humor. Give him time, he’ll get there eventually).

Don’t blame Silver, but he also thinks that you’re rather adorable. It’s a mixture of your mannerisms and your physicality, but it’s also because you remind him of his woodland creatures that he talks to sometimes. It doesn’t help that you’re rather soft spoken and that you share his love for animals!

Speaking of animals, you can join Silver whenever he decides to take a walk through the forest surrounding Night Raven College. Even though he’s usually busy because of club meetings, schoolwork, and a plethora of activities that he must complete as knight to Malleus, he’ll still make time for you. Sometimes, dates with him will culminate in a lovely picnic underneath a great oak tree. There, the both of you can talk about your wants and dreams, pet the animals that will eventually swarm Silver, or even take naps together.

(You can even ruffle or comb through Silver’s hair whenever he takes an impromptu nap. Just be sure to wake him up eventually).

Whenever Silver sees that you are not taking care of yourself —especially when you should—he’ll offer to lighten your burdens. If you need help cooking healthy meals, he’ll take over the kitchen for you. If your living space needs cleaning, he’ll freely get cleaning supplies and get to work. Whatever you need help with, he’ll do his best to uplight you and make it so that it’s easier to enact self care.

If you are ever worried about not getting listened to, don’t fear! Silver isn’t very talkative, but he’s always willing to listen to others. There may be times when he may not have words of advice should you need them (he might have to refer to Lilia for worldly advice), but his comforting presence more than makes up for it.

As for your listed love languages, Silver appreciates all three of them. His favorite, however, is acts of service. He’s a knight and had to spend most of his childhood learning how to be self-sufficient. To know that there is someone out there who can share some of his responsibilities lightens his heart. He’s a little confused when you give him gifts (it’s not often that he’s spoiled like this), but will accept them nonetheless. As for physical affection, he’s more than fine with it! He doesn’t often initiate, but won’t stop you if you reach for his hands or pull his face in for a kiss.

As for you, Silver is not always outspoken, but you can be assured that whatever he says will always be the truth. No matter how blunt his words, know that he means all of it and that he would never directly hurt you with words alone. Again, he’s not great with initiating physical affection, but if you inform him that you would like him to start, he’ll gladly do so. He’s not exactly as shy as you, but he’ll be very gentle, almost hesitant to touch you. After a while, he’ll become bolder and offer you physical affection whenever he sees you.

All in all, your relationship with Silver is pretty mellow, but filled with quiet affection and love between the both of you.

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31 Scary Movies in March Day Seventeen: Slash/Back

Slash/Back is a Canadian Inuit Sci-Fi Horror film featuring a group of teenage Inuit girls fighting to save their small Arctic town from aliens. One of my favorite parts of this movie is that it works so well because the teenagers and kids in this movie are played by actual teens and kids. It reminded me of a personal favorite from my last horror movie binge in October, Vampires Vs. The Bronx. It felt really family friendly, especially when it came to kills. Though some of the effects looked cool.

It’s clear that this movie is inspired by the iconic 1982 film “The Thing.”

Some reviews on Shudder say this movie suffers from some rough dialogue, and while it is true, I do not think it is a bad thing. One thing I have learned from working as a substitute teacher, is that kids/teenagers will have the weirdest conversations and talk in weird ways. When I watched this movie, they sounded like actual middle schoolers/freshmen.

I liked the three main characters of this film. Uki is definitely one of my favorite characters of this film. Her sass, and her determination make her a fun character to root for. Plus, she’s got some great moments in the film. Maika is a decent character too. She seems to be the one we follow the most, and has the most to lose with this alien attack as her family gets put in the crosshairs. And Jesse is Randy Meeks of this movie almost, giving a summary of The Thing near that start of the film. The other characters in this film were good too, like Leena, Aju, and Thomassie.

All in all, a good watch! I’d definitely recommend this film! I enjoyed it.

#slash/back #sci-fi #Horror Movies

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Sins of the Father - 1:6

Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Modern/Crime AU - Sins of the Father Masterlist

Word count: 1400

Contains/Warnings: Sass and sarcasm

Chapter Summary: Zaiya meets with a lawyer in order to gather more information.

Notes: I'm so sorry it's late this week! I had some serious mental health issues and I forgot what day it was. :( I'm sorry, that wasn't cool, I won't make a habit of it. I hope you guys enjoy either way!

(more notes at the end!)

Lawful Impact

“I’m sorry we cannot release confidential information regarding our cases, miss.” The woman sitting behind the desk barely concealed her revulsion at Zaiya’s… unorthodox appearance. Zaiya remained straightfaced.

“Then may I speak with Mr. Kenobi?” Zaiya asked, sure she was going to strain something with how polite she was struggling to be.

“You don’t have an appointment,” the girl snapped almost smugly, “and we don’t have anything open until next month.” Zaiya ought to receive sainthood for her patience.

“I tell you what, go find him, --tell him I spoke to Mr Jinn,” she replied, looming over the counter, her electric blue eyes slightly widened, “and if he still will not see me, then I will gladly go, and leave you to your very important work.” Her eyes flicked down at the dating app open on the receptionist's phone on the desk. The receptionist sputtered and looked indignant, but her mouth clicked shut as Zaiya met her gaze again. With a huff, the girl stood and stomped off towards the back offices.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a man with neat copper brown hair and an equally neat beard stepped out of the back rooms, his soft blue eyes wide as they laid upon Zaiya. He wore a beige suit and crisp white shirt, stepping over to her quickly.

“You must be Kenobi,” she mused, her eyes flicking over him from shined brown shoes to his neat side parted haircut. God she already hated him.

“I am, and you are…?”

“Zaiya Valessa,” the white haired girl smiled and held out a hand, giving him a firm and authoritative handshake. “I think we need to talk.”

“I quite agree, if you would follow me please…” he gestured to the door and the secretary stepped out, now looking sheepish and red-faced.

“Oh, thank you so much for your help, miss,” Zaiya drawled, and followed Kenobi back to his office.

“Would you care for some tea?” he asked politely as they entered the neat office. Awards decorated the walls behind his desk, and Zaiya caught a glimpse of a family photograph on the desk. A blonde woman and a young boy with the same hair and eyes as the bearded man before him. Interesting.

“No thank you, your mentor was more than kind enough to offer me plenty,” she smiled sweetly, ignoring the supposed threat he might take from her words.

“When did you see him?” Kenobi asked, taking a seat and resting his elbows on his desk.

“Just this morning, actually,” she grinned, seeing Fives yesterday was a stroke of good luck, she just hoped Kenobi could give her a few leads.

“What did you want from him?” Blue eyes narrowed at her.

“His story.”

“So you are a reporter, then?”

“Close, but no. I’m a Private Investigator.” Kenobi paused and looked her over.

“You look a little… young for that,” he frowned.

“Thank you,” she replied, not offering him anything else. She did have a youthful face but it wasn’t like she was a teenager.

“Then what are you looking for?”

“Right now, I am looking for Maul,” she said and Kenobi frowned, leaning back in his chair, one hand coming up to rest near his mouth. It was often a sign when people did so that they were holding themselves back from saying something.

“What makes you think I would know where he is?” Kenobi asked slowly, “we aren’t exactly friends.”

“No. But I suspect you still have details in your files that mention some of the thugs that were sent to the door of your dear Professor. I am very good at finding people.” She rested her hands calmly in her lap. Kenobi stroked his short beard slowly.

“And what will you do once you find him?” he asked hesitantly. “You wish to bring all this back up again?” She paused and searched his face before answering. She was pretty confident he would not be one of Palpatine’s agents, not after the risk he took helping Qui-Gon. She reached for her file and rummaged through it for the right paper. She had to give him proof that he could trust her as well. Fives wanted dirt on Palpatine… Kenobi… he would want a different assurance. She pulled out a copy of a newspaper article and handed it over. Kenobi gave her a strange look before reading. His eyes widened slightly as he read through it.

“This was the Hayworth case… I heard about it, stolen riches and treasures… all returned. One of my associates was the prosecutor,” he murmured. “He said that the police were tipped off, and that the informant could have taken at least half the fortune, but they didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t.” Zaiya replied, it had mostly been Adaji’s case, she’d just helped, now of course she was glad she had. “Vos is a lovely fellow, terrible jokes though,” she chuckled and Kenobi visibly relaxed. “He was kind enough to keep my name out of it, but you can call him to confirm if you like…?” she waved a hand at the phone on his desk.

There was a pause and she wondered if he was just going to trust her word on it. After a moment, he reached for the phone. She was actually pleased, she was glad that he would do his due diligence. If she had to work with him in the future, she didn’t want to work with a fool.

She watched and waited as he dialled… then the regret and annoyance tic across his face - much to her amusement, as he spoke to the interesting man that was Quinlan Vos, though a lawyer, he had a very relaxed attitude to others and the world at large, he would have been far better suited to smoking and growing out with Qui-Gon Jinn in that little nowhere shack of his. Kenobi clearly was a little more straight-laced and did not seem to like Vos very much at all. He looked like he had aged ten years by the time he hung up. Zaiya smiled at him innocently.

“That sounded like a nice chat,” she beamed. Kenobi levelled her with a withering look.

“He has at least confirmed your account of things…” the copper-haired man replied, he pressed a button on the front of the phone and spoke into the receiver. “Penelope, could you bring the files for the Jinn case to my office please?” Zaiya’s smile widened. “I can let you look at them, but I cannot allow you to take anything with you,” he warned her and she nodded.

“Not even copies?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Don’t push it,” Kenobi retorted and she chuckled. Maybe there were some redeeming features about this man after all. The girl Zaiya had encountered at the reception returned and Zaiya made no secret of her smug expression on her face. The box was rather full of papers and there was a lot to go through.

Kenobi watched her sit at the little coffee table off to one side of his desk and begin flicking through the papers. “Police reports are in the blue file,” he clarified and she paused. Huh… how helpful.

“Thank you,” she replied politely and went straight for that file.

It took some hours of scanning information and ignoring Kenobi… while sneaking photographs of the most important documents she needed when he left the room. It seemed he did trust her a little too much. But after a while she had a decent profile of the thugs, though a sketch of one of them certainly helped. What was most telling was the mention of a tattoo. Of a stylised horned creature. She actually laughed out loud when she read the description.

“You found something?” Kenobi asked, interrupting her small victory. She let out a puff of air and grinned and she began to put the files back together. She’d gathered enough information for now, and she wanted to get on the trail sooner rather than later. She was kind enough to tidy up after herself, she might need those files again, so there was no need to burn bridges.

“I’ll be in touch,” she told him, before leaving. As much as she wanted to go over everything again, she was impatient. She needed to find the group that bore this all-too familiar insignia.

She just had to find the right place.

Notes: Again, so sorry it was late. It's been a rough week for me, though I am still working on this, and I have been typing away at chapter 2, and not a moment too soon really because next time will be the final part of chapter 1! In the next chapter, Zaiya makes her way to a certain bar and meets someone unexpected, but will she find the person she is looking for?

As always I love love love comments and feedback, especially in weeks like these when things get rough and I question why I write at all. There were some great comments this week and it has really really helped. I love knowing what you guys thing and memorable moments etc. I am always so thrilled when I hear people tell me they like my characters. Thank you so much to everyone that left a comment. Seriously, you're amazing.

Until next time, I hope you have a great week, you guys are awesome!

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