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captainsimagines · 1 year

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pretty woman, this is me trying || nine

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(9/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: dry humping; CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT; references to past SA

Word Count: 2,200+

Author’s Note: Smut is not incredibly heavy in this series. Only 3 chapters include it. Alas, I wrote it all in 3 days so.... Sorry lol xxMoni

Bucky had pulled you from bed at the crack of dawn. Granted, you had told him the code to the building and said unexpected visits were welcome, but the sight of your distressed face as he physically pulled you from bed was classic.

You had left a little after his breakdown in the shower because Bucky, honest to God, needed to be alone.

Alone with his thoughts.

He had saved Natalia yesterday. He encountered a scary figure from his past, felt degraded, and still he pulled her from the rumble and carried her out. He was proud of himself, truly, but the sight of Steve’s sorrow from being unable to touch his best friend broke Bucky a little bit.

Hydra had reentered his life and he shot it directly in the face. He had carried Natalia out even as his body begged him not to touch another human being. But the soft touch from Steve that was promised, he rejected.

And that hurt more than his memories nowadays.

It hurt that he was able to sit with you, dine with you, hold you—and not be able to hold Steve.

Or Sam or Clint, for that matter.

Steve has been his best friend since childhood. Bucky had held Steve as his body was wracked with pneumonia. Had held the spoonful of honey and whiskey to his mouth. Took punches to his torso whenever he broke up one of Steve’s fights.

Working with you… Bucky was fighting to get those things back.

“Is this our spot?” he asked, lifting his head to the sun in hopes that when the cloud passed it would warm his face.

“We could make it our spot if you’d like,” you said, uncapping your hot chocolate and blowing to cool it down. Your little picnic was bare today. You only had warm drinks and water for Axel. It seemed even the world was running slow. Or, the city of New York abandoned nature because Christmas shopping was nearing its deadline.

That reminded Bucky—He had to get you a gift. What do you give someone who is in the process of giving you back everything?

“I wonder what the tree looks like with leaves.”

You pursed your lips, squinting as if in deep thought. “Big.”

“Big.”

Bucky chuckled, staring at you for longer than intended. You didn’t comment, though. You seemed to welcome his looks, his constant analysis. Did you think he was judging? Did you think he was ogling? Did you think he was admiring?

In truth, Bucky was just trying to figure you out. You were an amazing person—amazing jokes, amazing laugh, amazing cooking, amazing view of the world. How was it that you had no friends? Or, why weren’t there any friends around for him to meet? Was Lainey your only friend in the city? It damn near broke Bucky in two to imagine you lonely in that apartment, cooking for yourself, watching television by yourself. It’s the goddamned holidays and you were just going to… Spend it alone?

Or maybe, you would have had a date. You would have spent the night with someone who was not him. Your caress, your mouth, your body would have never known him at all.

“I want to try dry humping.”

You opened your eyes from the calm daze you occupied, slowly turning your head to him. An undisturbed reaction, Bucky dare say. As if his words weren’t so sudden.

“I bet you do,” you teased as your mouth widened into a grin.

“I’m serious. I’m comfortable holding you now.”

“Then I think the word you’re looking for is cuddle.”

Bucky shook his head. “Dry hump.”

You studied him, probably deciding whether he was ready or not. It was your decision to agree, but it wasn’t your decision if he was ready or not. But he let you watch him. He liked your eyes on him.

“Well, okay,” you determined, sipping your hot chocolate casually. “I’m cool with that.”

“You’re not just saying that because—”

“No.”

Because you were being paid for it.

Oh, God. You were technically being paid for it.

“I’m not trying to take advantage of our situation.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you for caring. But I want to do this.”

He nodded, still unsure if he was even in the position to ask. You two had spoken about graduating levels on the pyramid. But to skip about five of those levels was where things got jumbled.

“Is there anything I should know beforehand?”

“Don’t you want to kiss me first?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing to the point Bucky thought the crease would be permanent.

“Fuck.” He fucked up. “Yes, that first. Then—”

“Dry hump. I got that.”

Bucky awkwardly shimmied until he was lying on the blanket, face buried in Axel’s chest. The dog made no movement to remove him. He was too deep in his sleep to care.

“Was that too straightforward?” he asked, his voice muffled.

“It was certainly cute, but horribly executed.”

“Sorry.”

He peeked one eye open from his position, embarrassment painting his T-line red.

You smiled down at him, equally as flushed, and giggled into your cup. “Don’t apologize. I’m happy to dry hump you, Bucky Barnes.”

The only other time your body had been wracked with this many nerves had been during your first week on the job. And though those were entirely negative, your toes still curled with the same anticipation. Your first experience was shit, but the fourth had been enjoyable. More than enjoyable, actually. Being chosen, feeling appreciated, wanted for both an outing and sex—It was intoxicating. Here, Bucky wanted you for real. For his own pleasure, your pleasure, for educational purposes.

Only once did you roleplay a professor-student dynamic, and you were the student.

Now, you’re the professor. Bucky’s trusted guide, his friend. You would do anything to ensure Bucky enjoyed his first kiss in nearly eighty years. It was a lot of pressure, but who better to give him this, ease him into this, than you?

“Whenever you’re ready,” you instructed, balancing more on your left foot than your right as you stood at the edge of the bed. Bucky was chilling against the wall, breathing in a repeated pattern.

He hummed lowly, his face falling peacefully. A good sign. He pushed off the wall and stalked toward you, leaving you with no time to prepare for his sudden closeness. He gripped your cheeks in both hands, one cold and one warm.

“Hi,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning your face. Intoxicating, indeed.

“Hi,” you responded, looking up at him. His massive build dwarfed yours, yet you were equal somehow. At this moment. Perhaps you were both students.

“You smell like your cookies.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

His smile widened, pure glee flooding not just that, but his shining blue eyes as well. The image of a man about to relearn the simplicities of life, of soft touch.

Slowly, he bent his head, drawing you into him. Taking charge, effectively deciding how he wanted this to happen. Completely fine, you thought. You were here for questions and to enjoy this, too.

Bucky smelled like snow and what you imagined Van Gogh’s Starry Night smelled like. All those swirls replicated in his eyes. All those colors laying a picnic and lighting a calm fire in your stomach. How anybody could torture this man… To steal his light, to mangle his dignity. They were soulless.

The last thing you saw before Bucky’s lips finally touched yours and your eyes shut was the blurred cluster of Christmas tree lights in your living room. The press of his lips overwhelmed your senses, somehow rewriting the way you saw Bucky.

Because there was no coming back from this. No possibility of ignoring what you were feeling. Bucky Barnes was no longer just a friend. You wanted him by your side after this. You needed him to grow frantic with the need to kiss you. To have you.

The rational section of your brain reminded you that he was setting the pace and it could be ages before he wanted to take you entirely. To allow you to take him right back.

Then Bucky applied even more pressure to the kiss, slipping the tip of his tongue out to test the waters, and it was written in ancient stone that you had turned into the most patient person alive. And fuck, you would wait thousands of years to have Bucky Barnes.

In any way he offered.

You fell backward, opening your legs to allow space for him. Bucky reacted on instinct, crawling forward as you pushed backward, then settled comfortably in the space you provided. He made sure not to crush you under his weight, yet his enthusiasm pressed you into the mattress hard enough. Using his core to balance, Bucky used both hands to grip your thighs, his fingers leaving indents.

“You’re wearing pants,” he breathed, kissing alongside your chin and down your neck.

“Uh huh.”

“I want you to come. It’ll be difficult to stimulate you with jeans in the way.”

You opened your neck to him, whining when he pulled away. He met your eyes, the blue of his almost entirely gone. You figured yours were suffering the same effect.

“Can I remove them?” he asked, his fingers gripping your thighs harder. To be honest, he probably didn’t even need to remove your jeans. Massaging your thighs the way he was currently doing, even with the layers, was probably stimulation enough.

“Sure,” you agreed, lifting your hips to help him. He chucked them to the other side of your bedroom, lowering you back down. He was wearing sweatpants, those wonderful gray sweatpants men wore during the cold months. You were left in granny panties and your shirt, but you couldn’t care less.

“Do you want to be on top?” you asked.

“Please.”

You nodded against him, your face tucked between his collar and shoulder. You prepared yourself mentally for the feeling of Bucky Barnes, of possibly stopping before you got to come.

This was about him. Of course, he wanted you to enjoy it, too. There was absolutely no way he would be doing this if you didn’t voice your fervor for his touch.

He pressed his lower half to yours, and that was that.

He was larger than anyone you had ever been with. Pressed perfectly against your heat, his hands still pushing your thighs up and apart. Cramps a foreign concept.

“Bucky,” you sighed, stopping yourself from pushing your hips upward. This was at his pace, not yours.

Bucky whispered your name before he lowered his hips again, rolling them against you. The angle wasn’t exactly perfect, but it was too early to voice it. He was finding a rhythm, learning both your body and his. You’d let him experiment for however long he wanted.

He groaned when one particular roll positively turned his stomach. His body fell a little, the pleasure too overpowering. “It’s been years since I’ve felt this.”

You bit your lip, opting to forego a verbal response. Felt like this.

He meant pleasure. He didn’t say since I’ve had an orgasm for a reason.

“Keep going,” you urged, laying your palms on his hips. He seemed to equate your touch as a helpful influence, but he reached for your left hand to bring it back up toward the pillows. There, he intertwined his flesh fingers within yours.

His cock brushed against your clit in perfected motion, over and over and over. His hot breath fanned your neck and shoulder, warming you from every angle. You gripped his ass next, moaning your praise.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Bucky picked up the pace, his moans turning into short and delicious whimpers. He struggled to lift his face to watch yours, but he succeeded. With his cock pressed deep against you, stilling, he huffed, “Tell me you like it.”

“I like it,” you said honestly, moving your hips against him. He stayed still, watching you rub yourself against his covered erection.

“Tell me I can like it, too.”

In the midst of your pleasure, your heart cracked. Meeting his gaze, you insisted, “You can like this too, Bucky.”

He spread you wider with his metal arm, his flesh hand clutching at your own. Chest to chest, sharing breath. He kissed you with everything he had. All his strength, all his momentum, all his control. He rolled his hips right where you needed him.

You knew what it meant. So you matched his movements, angling your own hips, hugging his body to yours. Repeated chants of yes, yes, yes spilled from your mouth. They were honest and true as the pleasure was near full bloom in your lower stomach, but they were also meant to encourage him. Encourage him to slide off that ledge with you. That it was safe to do so.

Bucky’s upper half fell forward, his mouth resting against your cheek, as his pleasure took over. He didn’t stop moving, making sure you reached your end as well. Your free hand came up to his metal arm, acrylics scratching, your grip tough. You came with a prolonged shout, and Bucky came with a low and satisfied groan.

He immediately rolled off, laying beside you. He panted heavily, eyes closed.

“You good?” you asked, trying your best to catch your breath.

Bucky said nothing. He reached down between you and found your hand, holding it tightly.

“I had forgotten how fun it was when both people wanted it.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes/reader #captainsimagines #by Moni #holiday fanfic #marvel fanfiction #pretty woman au

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sakumasmut · 1 month

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I wish I had horny thoughts to share, but the head is just full of soft Himeru. Both him being soft and being soft with him. Also the fact that his hair must be super soft. I wanna run my fingers through it so bad. Watch him get so sleepy from a bit of physical affection. Dozing off soundly right then and there. From tense to completely boneless in seconds. Good luck getting him to move. But why move at all? Stay on the couch... or bed... snooze a little too. Might as well when used as a pillow by the pile of vaguely human-shaped goo. There's no going anywhere anyway... because no way you'd ever have the heart to wake him, right?

Also (because this is a smut blog after all lol): sleepy sex best sex, I will die on this hill. It'd be really hard to convince him not to get up early (or would it really? If he doesn't have any urgent work... the protest is little more than keeping up appearances...) but once you do? No one is moving - at least not to get up - anytime soon. The sort of day where being awake and asleep blur into one, much like the lines between your bodies blur when he lazily grinds into you... or just cockwarming... spooning... the good stuff.

Semi-related other way of making him relax and melt? Peg him. I wrote half a novel on that for a reason. It needs to happen. He deserves it.

An oddly specific scenario (maybe one day to be written properly) lives rent free in my head about him just coming home exhausted, but the kind of exhaustion and stress that lingers and won't allow him to relax at all. If he feels like it, he gets to vent, whether it's actual verbal complaints or just him sounding generally disgruntled lol But while that helps (as does the aforementioned playing with his hair or giving him a much deserved backrub) instead of passing out with his head resting on your thighs like he usually would from that alone, it's clear the situation calls for more drastic measures. Cue the strap. Maybe he doesn't ask outright, maybe he doesn't even know how badly he needs it himself, but when a completely unintentional touch on his butt (Can't skimp on that! It's part of the back, so it gets rubbed. It's only right. Doesn't matter that he's flat as a board...) provokes such a sweet (not at all a reason to be embarrassed, Meru!) reaction, how could you not? I don't think him the type to be overly inclined to sub regularly, but after a day like that? No thinking for Himeru please and thank you. And just handing over the reins to be fucked silly is certainly the nicest way to ensure that. It's fine to manhandle and order him around a little, he's happy to do as he's told. But make sure to reward him plenty. He works so hard. Better appreciate him.

Lmao okay, never mind. This did end up horny after all. Mission accomplished.

I did contemplate whether to sign off with the emoji I still have claimed since you asked for a sign of life from your anons, but I feel like after this ramble you as well as anyone who's spent more than 5 minutes on the smut side of the enstars x reader fandom knows who wrote this anyway lmao

- @deepersea

I’d be surprised if his hair wasn’t soft to the touch, he’s got a whole makeup and skincare routine, so fancy shampoo and conditioner seem like they’re hand in hand. Definitely something you wanna run your fingers through rather than ruffle up.

Sleepy sex!! always good!! I do think meru isn’t the type to stay in bed too long in the morning, even when he has no work he has a sleep schedule to maintain. but a bit of lazy grinding won’t do any harm, maybe it’ll even wake him up. if you reaaaaally insist on clinging to him, he’s not against sleeping with his cock inside you, pulling you close so that he wakes up to your body warmth embracing him in the best way. though trying to pull out without you noticing is a whole separate thing, maybe it’d be better to wake you up with some thrusting instead…

I fully agree with you when you say pegging could fix some of himeru’s problems. getting him to be vulnerable is hard, but I’d assume if you’re already in a relationship with him he’s got lots of trust in his partner. so, if they want to help him relax, after a stressful day, he’s not going to decline. I imagine during foreplay you can run a finger down his spine and get lovely shudders if not moans from him, so while you’re pegging him, stroking his cock and rubbing circles along his lower back, you’ll probably have him cumming in seconds.

and let me know if you still wanna keep the sign off! I usually delete them if the owner reveals themselves like with crow

#nsft es!!#thirsts #enstars smut #himeru smut #deepersea

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spaceyflowerswriting · 2 years

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idk if ur reqs r open but!!!here we go!!! could i have some hcs of johan, jake, gun and eli with a s/o whos like, much taller than them n also kinda beefy? hope ur having a great day <33

lookism boys with a taller, buff s/o

details: gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, reader has been dating character for a while

a/n: still open <3 i'll make it clear on my pinned post/description if requests are closed :] + here's your request, hope u like it! and i hope ur having a great day, too 💖

johan

> he doesn't think much of your muscles; he's seen muscular people before, what's the big deal? your height, actually. your height is the big deal.

> okay, well, not really, but he's not a big fan of people taller than him because it gives him that funny feeling short people usually have of "how DARE you be taller than me" (also gets embarrassed hates having to tiptoe to kiss you)

> he gets used to it, though. and he's a pretty tall guy himself (at least he looks like it?) but because you're taller, he does use it as an advantage to have you grab things he can't reach

> ...not that he'll admit that or anything. just please don't tease him unless you want to see him blush ^_^

> anyways he still acknowledges your beefiness and the work done to keep them. he likes inviting you to exercise with him <3

> exercise isn't as monotone with you around, even if you two don't talk. it's having your presence around that warms his heart and also makes it less lonely for him! jogging in the quiet morning while the sun rises is his favorite thing to do

> gets flustered if you wear tank tops or anything similar~

jake

> "tall and muscular, eh? we're pretty similar!"

> the first time he met you, he appreciated your muscles and was shocked when he realized you were taller than him. jerry is one of the few people taller than him,, time to add you to the list!

> enjoys comparing muscles and generally checking in on you ^_^ if you want to get buffer or wish to stay where you're at, he's supportive <3

> loves using your height + his height to be annoying. especially when it comes to taking up space or him convincing you to (unless you're also in on it lol) tease shorter big deal members

> just to be ridiculous, has had you both do the two people in a trenchcoat thing before at least twice LOL (with him having you sit on his shoulders unless you're strong enough to carry him and don't mind hiding in the coat)

> people are so jealous of y'all; tall as hell, attractive couple!! power duo!!

> glad to be the small spoon for once~ but he'll still make you the small spoon occasionally!

gun

> he acknowledges a good physique when he sees one, but to him, it's all just for show unless you can fight

> if you can't, that's fine, but he will offer to teach! bare minimum self defense, at least. and if you accept, he's more than happy to teach/spar with you

> your taller height is of no issue to him. just don't tease him too much about him being the shorter one, he already has to deal with goo who apparently is an inch or so taller (according to fandomwiki 😭)

> sort of has a certain expectation set up for what kind of physical stuff you can do. not in a bad way, in a, "i know you are capable of carrying these, come back and assist me in moving them around" way lol

> your muscular appearance is a bit comforting to him. he doesn't feel like he has to worry so much about your safety (from his... millions of enemies lol) if you're at least physically capable of running away/fighting back a little

> if you invite him to workout with you, he'll accept ^_^ he doesn't really invite you to workout with him mainly because his workouts are some insane, very draining shit but like. he doesn't mind chatting while exercising with you sitting nearby either <3

> sharing clothes !! he makes your mildly oversized clothes look great on him and he likes the way his clothes are form fitting on you~

eli

> this man is the last guy ever to judge someone by appearance so that definitely applies to when he's looking for a partner, too i.e. he never thought much about how you looked, only how you presented yourself

> let's just say you had a great presentation because you scored yourself eli as a boyfriend <3

> he'd love you no matter what but he is pretty glad you have muscles/strength. now yenna has two strong parents!!

> by the way, he still worries over you. even if you can fight to defend yourself, eli is just a worrisome person who wants his loved ones to be okay at all times

> doesn't blink an eye at your height. it's actually kind of refreshing to him because people are either so short he has to look downwards so much it hurts his neck or they're around his height. so, having to look up a bit is new and nice to him :] (i mean if you're that much taller than him then i guess it's just the short people problem but now he's looking upwards... oh well 😭)

> thinks it's cute whenever you kind of have to bend down a bit to kiss him <3

> loves the way you make him feel when you hug him! it's like you're a blanket and he's safe in your arms~

#lookism x reader #johan seong x reader #jake kim x reader #gun park x reader #eli jang x reader #johan seong #jake kim #gun park #eli jang #sorry i have no idea why this took me so long 💔#requests #089194

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askhotelmanagementau · 11 months

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BIG INFO POST!!! PLS READ :3

No its not bad btw lol

this will be for explaining everything about the blog!! Yayy!!!

Starting off strong,

Asking rules & qna

- No nsfw please 😀

- Feel free to ask anyone from ii! From mephone4s to even Cobs, everyone is open and important to the story :3

- (There's still gonna be lore posts! Maybe weekly or so.)

- feel free to ask me too!! Im here

- cd is gone sozzy :(

General qna

" Will we see any self inserts? "

Probably not. I'm not really into that no more!! :(

" Will we see ships? "

DUHHH!!! I LOVE SHIPS :3 !!! There's gonna be lots of silvercandlebrush (silver,candle, paintbrush) and fantube, maybe some trocheessues (trophy, cheesy, tissues) and even some knifropic (knife, mic, pickle) !! Feel free to give me ur ships btw, im very open to it and might have little side comics for them ;]

" Can we ask questions regarding lore? "

Yeah! Sometimes I won't spill because it's important, but usually yes. I've been plotting a huge storyline!!

" Can we ask questions as a character/oc? "

OF COURSE?? That's so funky and fun please do

CHARACTER LIST!!!

so you know who's doin what :D

Hotel staff:

OJ - Room 9/ Office

Silver Spoon - Room 5

Knife - Room 6

Tea Kettle - Room 3

Trophy - Room 9

Paintbrush - Room 2

Paper - Room 7

Suitcase - Room 8

Taco - Room 12

Soap - Room 10

Residents:

Room 1 - Bot, TestTube, Fan

Room 2 - Lightbulb, Cabby

Room 3 - Goo, Box (in the closet)

Room 4 - Tissues, Cheesy

Room 5 - Candle, YinYang

Room 6 - Microphone, Pickle

Room 7 - Nickel, Baseball

Room 8 - Balloon, Blueberry

Room 9 - Bomb, Pepper

Room 10 - Salt, Cherries

Room 11 - Mephone4, Toilet

Room 12 - Lifering, Clover

Extra (hard to explain):

Toilet : Cohost for Mephone4. He shares a room with mIstAH phONe, but visits Mepad frequently (and other places)

Mepad : Also cohost for Mephone4!! Prefers to live at the mansion, though does drop by :3

Marshmallow : mansion

Ghostbow : M A N S I O N

Dough : maamaamammaansion

Apple : mashun

Floory : Mephone4 and Toilet's roommate, but likes to chill in the lounge and outdoors more than his room.

Cobs : Meeple!

Mephone4s : Mansion, It's really awkward.

One room holds up to three contestants! And yes, staff also is in hotel rooms. There are 20 hotel rooms btw!! :3 just in case.

PLEASE DO ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT WHY PEOPLE ARE IN CERTAIN ROOMS, ILL BE HAPPY TO ANSWER :)

(PS: I may update this frequently! Do check this weekly if you're a superfan ;] )

Character list in abc order bc im very forgetful (reference sheets tba eventually)

Apple

Balloon

Bomb

Baseball

Bot

Blueberry

Box

Cabby

Candle

Clover

Cheesy

Cobs

Cabby

Cherries

Dough

Evil Paper

Fan

Floory

Ghostbow

Goo

Knife

Lifering

Lightbulb

Microphone

Mephone4

Mephone4s

Marshmallow

Nickel

Paintbrush

Pickle

Paper

Pepper

Silver Spoon

Soap

Suitcase

Salt

Taco

Tissues

Trophy

Test Tube

Yin

Yang

#au #hotel management au #ii #ii au #ii fanart #inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity alternate universe #inanimate insanity au #inanimate insanity fanart #ii cast #whoo this took a while and a lot of hand cramps #ii headcanons #inanimate insanity headcanons

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acacia-may · 2 years

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Pancakes for Dinner

Charmy x Rill Pairing and Charmy & Finral Friendship Fluff/Humor Fic

This is just some fun and silly fluff (please don't take it too seriously) because I love Charmy and Rill (platonically and romantically), Charmy & Finral’s friendship is criminally underrated, and I’m really attached to this headcanon that Vanessa & Charmy open a bar & grille style restaurant together in the future. (The title is inspired by the song “Pancakes for Dinner” by Lizzy McAlpine as this self-indulgent fluff piece was inspired by listening to that song on repeat!) Thanks for reading!! ^^

Description: Charmy Pappitson knows herself and knows that she is much better with food than with feelings. Even if she's officially dating “pining expert” Rill Boismortier now and might just know a thing or two about love, she’ll never stop wishing that pancakes with extra syrup would make all ailments of the heart disappear for her friends—particularly when scatterbrained, lovesick Finral is wistfully spacing out at her restaurant and making goo goo eyes at her patrons. While Charmy is happy to think he might be putting himself back out there after a particularly painful heartbreak, she's trying to run a restaurant not a dating service, here, and can't have Finral scaring away her customers! Where is Vanessa when you need her? OR Is it some “serious pining,” lingering heartbreak, or something else entirely that is preventing Finral from showing Charmy's delicious noms the proper attention they deserve? Charmy, Rill, & Vanessa are teaming up to find out!

Rating: G

Fandom: Black Clover (Post-Series)

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Love Detectives, and Pancakes!

Characters: Charmy Pappitson, Rill Boismortier, Finral Roulacase, & Vanessa Enoteca.

Pairings: Charmy/Rill Pairing (& friendship), but more focus on other friendships particularly Charmy & Finral (Possibly(?) Finral/Vanessa too...if you want to see it. I don’t know...Charmy doesn’t know either lol...) Mentions past Finral/Finesse.

Word Count: 3863

Link to original post on AO3.

Story Under the Cut:

“Will you please just tell me what you want to order?” huffed a particularly irritated Charmy. She felt like she had been fighting with spacey, scatter-brained Finral for hours though it was probably closer to ten minutes.

“Um…” hummed Finral distractedly—his voice trailing again. Charmy sighed. It was a busy night at the restaurant, as usual, so she didn’t have much time to spare coaxing a particularly dazed Finral to finally focus enough to actually place an order. Though she always set aside a table for her friends, she generally wouldn’t be the one to take their orders if the place was this busy, but her wait-staff had come to get her for help after trying and failing to take his order themselves. Given the fact that he had spent the last several minutes zoning out like he had gotten hit on the back on the head, Charmy could understand why they had been having so much trouble.

She poked him in the arm in a last-ditch effort to get his attention. “Finral?”

“Um…I don’t know…pancakes?” he replied absent-mindedly staring off into space and swirling his spoon around in his teacup. Charmy rolled her eyes at the glossy, glazed-over look on his face, but she smiled.

“Pancakes for dinner?” she repeated, but her smile widened. “Good choice, la.” Maybe she had been getting a little too tetchy with him for spacing out and taking forever to order. “What kind of pancakes?”

Silence. Charmy blinked. Nevermind then. Rather than waiting for him to respond again, she started listing them off. “We have lots of different kinds, la: chocolate chip, pumpkin spice, banana, blueberry, strawberry, raspberry…”

“Sure,” mumbled Finral. Charmy rolled her eyes. Usually Finral’s scatterbrain didn’t bother her all that much, but this was just disrespectful to her delicious noms.

“Which kind?” she insisted to, again, no answer. What in the world was so interesting that he was zoning out and staring at it rather than paying attention to her food?

She shifted and tilted her head so she could see Finral’s line of sight. She sighed. He was staring at the bar which was currently filled with rowdy patrons and a group of beautiful young women in particular—she should’ve known…

Charmy rolled her eyes, but her mouth curved into a bit of a mischievous smile. “How about anchovy?” she suggested.

Finral nodded and hummed. “Sure…”

Charmy raised an eyebrow. “And some balsamic vinaigrette, la?”

“Sounds great,” he sighed.

Charmy’s eyes narrowed—this was a bit much, even for Finral. “And bleu cheese and parsley?”

“Yeah…”

Blinking, Charmy’s brow furrowed. “So let me just make sure I’ve got everything, la,” she began, trying not to laugh. “You want pancakes with anchovies, balsamic, bleu cheese, and parsley?”

Finral paused, and Charmy tilted her head wondering if maybe he was catching on to her little joke—but no, he nodded in a dazed agreement. “Yeah…sounds great. Thanks, Charmy…”

Charmy shook her head before she headed back to the kitchen. She couldn’t help but feel that she was more shocked than she should have been given the fact that this was Finral. She decided to cut herself some slack, however, as it had been a very long time since she had seen Finral in that daydreamy flirt mode—and old Finral would’ve definitely been chatting up those girls at the bar by now rather than just staring at them wistfully from a distance. But, Charmy supposed, he had to start somewhere, and this was at least better than drowning his heartbroken sorrows and crying his eyes out about how he would “never love again” like he had been doing since he and Finnes had broken off their engagement—or someone decided she was actually betrothed to Langris or should be or something…? Charmy wasn’t entirely sure what had happened just that Finral had claimed it was a mutually agreed upon decision to end things but still wallowed in heartbreak for a year like he had been dumped in cold blood.

Charmy tried to stay as uninvolved as she could—which was a bit more difficult than she would’ve hoped given that he spent a lot of time moping around her restaurant and falling asleep at her bar after hours. Charmy tried to be supportive—trying to fix him all manner of delicious foods, hoping it would help him feel better. When that didn’t work, she called Vanessa who was much better at dealing with him weepily pouring out his heart to her than Charmy could ever be. Charmy was great with food, not feelings.

Vanessa, on the other hand, was particularly adept with feelings and all manners of alcohol. It made her a great bartender and made Charmy wonder if she should go get her for help with this situation. In any case, she’d probably be interested to know what manner of garbage Finral had ordered in his dazed confusion.

“What in the world is that?” Vanessa laughed as Charmy sat her plate of gross pancakes down on the bar counter in front of her.

Charmy shrugged. “This is what Finral just ordered, la.” She tilted her head in his general direction.

An incredulous laugh escaped from Vanessa’s mouth before she stifled it with her hand. “Why?”

Charmy motioned Vanessa closer so she wouldn’t scare their patrons with what she said next. “He’s all dazed and making goo-goo eyes at that group of pretty girls at the bar.” Charmy glanced over at them—a large party of at least eight or nine women each of them prettier than the next. She frowned.

Vanessa sighed sympathetically. “It’s been over a year-and-a-half…don’t you think it’s good for him to put himself back out there?”

“A year and a half? Has it really been that long?” asked Charmy, and Vanessa nodded. “Well…in that case, it’s better than him moping around and crying all the time like he’s been doing,” she conceded. There was something particularly pitiful about heartbroken Finral, especially when no amount of cupcakes in the world could make him smile again, but they were trying run a business here... “But couldn’t he find someone new somewhere else? I don’t want him scaring our customers away.”

“He hasn’t been moping around for at least four or five months…” Vanessa shook her head with a shrug. “And I think he’s gotten better—won’t come on nearly as strong, if he’s ready to pursue another relationship, that is…”

“Oh, he’s ready,” huffed Charmy rolling her eyes. “I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen him this lovestruck.”

Vanessa discreetly glanced over Charmy’s shoulder at Finral but shook her head slightly. Charmy whipped around, not nearly as discreetly. “Well, he’s stopped now, but I promise, it was some serious pining, la.”

“Really?” chuckled Vanessa.

Sighing, Charmy shuffled her feet. “Well…maybe…?” her voice faltered. “He could’ve just been distracted, I guess.”

“Maybe you should ask Rill for his opinion—he knows all about ‘serious pining,’” teased Vanessa with a wink, and Charmy’s cheeks turned a bit pink as Vanessa playfully poked her in the arm.

“I’m not going to ask Rill…”

“Ask me what?” Rill cut her off appearing behind her as if on cue. When did he get here?

“If you think Finral is seriously pining right now,” explained Vanessa. Rill whipped around with absolutely no discretion whatsoever. Charmy sighed. There was nothing discreet about Rill. However, he did seem to be taking this very seriously as his brow furrowed and he nodded thoughtfully observing Finral through his signature hand frame.

“It’s hard to say…” he said at last. “I’ll have to watch him for a while.”

“You really don’t have to do that…” Charmy began but was interrupted.

“For you, Miss Charmy, I would do anything,” he said with a bright beaming smile before taking off to, Charmy was certain, conspicuously watch Finral.

“Awww…” teased Vanessa draping her arm around Charmy’s shoulders causing her cheeks to flush a little. “He’s so cute!”

“You say that, la,” sighed Charmy. “But he’s never painted a life-sized portrait of you as a ‘food goddess’…”

“Admit it, you like the attention and think he’s sweet…” Vanessa bantered poking at Charmy’s arm again. Charmy blushed but blinked at her. She and Rill had been dating for nearly two months—she had hoped Vanessa would’ve stopped teasing her about it by now.

“What are you—twelve, la?” she bantered before picking up the plate of pancakes and walking off to deliver them to Finral.

She could still hear Vanessa laughing as she caught sight of Rill sitting down at a nearby table, very obviously hiding behind a menu. Finral, however, didn’t seem to notice—having clearly returned to his dazed and wistful pining—or whatever it was. He didn’t even look up at her when she sat down the plate of disgusting pancakes he had ordered with a “Here’s your food, la.”

“Thanks…” he mumbled with a trailing voice. Charmy nearly choked when he absent-mindedly picked up his fork and jabbed it into his gross pancake monstrosity, but by the time she recovered from shock enough to frantically try to stop him, he had already put the forkful in his mouth.

“Augh!” he cried as his face contorted in disgust—his tongue falling slack out of his mouth. Flailing, he frantically grabbed his teacup in what was clearly a desperate attempt to wash that horrible taste out of his mouth. He finally turned to look at her in horror and confusion. “What was that?”

“Exactly what you ordered, la—pancakes with anchovies, balsamic, bleu cheese, and parsley,” shrugged Charmy, and Finral gaped at her—the taste of that horrible dish clearly pulling him out of whatever daze he had been in before.

“Why is that even on the menu?”

“It’s not. You were spacing out when I took your order so I was just playing with you, la—I never thought you’d actually eat it. If I thought you were actually going to taste it, I would never have made it.” Charmy shook her head and turned around to reveal the plate of normal, delicious pancakes she had made for him, in addition to the ones he had ordered. “I made you some real pancakes instead.”

Finral’s cheeks flushed a bit pink. “Sorry…” he apologized sheepishly. Charmy shrugged.

“It’s alright—it’s good to see you acting like your old self again, la. Just don’t go scaring away my customers with your flirting, okay?”

Finral’s brow furrowed. “What?”

Charmy rolled her eyes unamused. “You’ve been making goo goo eyes at that group of pretty girls all night.”

“What girls?” he asked with a tilt of his head. Charmy’s eyebrows twitched—he had gotten a bit better at pretending to be confused than the last time they had done this.

“Those girls at the bar—there’s a whole group of them: young, pretty, possibly single but don’t ask me to find out for you, la.”

“At the…?” he began but stopped—Charmy presumed, because he was unable to continue feigning ignorance as the blood rushed to his cheeks. A frown spread across his pink face. “I was not…making ‘goo goo eyes’…” he insisted though he turned away from her.

“I already said it’s okay, la.” Charmy rolled her eyes. “And I was just teasing you about scaring the customers away…”

Finral shifted away from her with a sigh that was uncharacteristically glum. “I know…Don’t worry about it.” His shoulders slumped forward. “I think I’ll just eat the pancakes and go home.”

Charmy frowned and sympathetically poured more syrup on the stack of pancakes. “Don’t give up, la,” she tried to encourage him. She glanced off at Vanessa who was refilling the beers of some annoying Green Mantises who never seemed to leave, and she wondered how long it would take to get over to the bar and swap out with her. That gave her an idea. “Hey, I’ll go see if I can find you a seat at the bar, la.” Then you’ll be close to those girls and Vanessa—it’s a win-win, she thought as she poured more syrup on Finral’s pancakes.

“That’s really okay…” he held out a hand to Charmy, and she glanced down at the pancakes—realizing they were getting saturated with syrup. She twisted her mouth to one side. Oops. Thus were her attempts to help Finral—food, not feelings. Where was Vanessa when you needed her?

“Do you want new ones, la?” she asked almost sheepishly. Finral tilted his head.

“What?” His eyebrows twitched before he looked down at the plate, then back at Charmy. “No…uh…that’s okay.”

“Sorry about that,” Charmy apologized before she turned to head over to the bar. She thought she saw an empty barstool near that group of girls but would need to get a bit closer in order to be sure. “I’ll go check the bar and—”

“No thanks, Charmy,” Finral cut her off—almost self-consciously staring down at his hands. “I’d rather stay here, if that’s okay…?”

Charmy sighed and resisted the urge to pour the syrup again. Maybe she could go make him dessert…? “Okay.”

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“I’m worried about him, Vanessa,” said Charmy with a shake of her head when they gathered back in the kitchen. “I said I could move him over to the bar by those girls, but he said no and got all embarrassed, la.”

“Maybe he’s just not ready yet,” Vanessa shrugged with a half-smile.

“Finral? After a year and a half?” asked Charmy incredulously.

“Finnes was his first love, and now she’s going to marry his brother. That’s a lot…”

Charmy sighed. She supposed Vanessa had a point but…

“But he’s definitely pining,” said Rill confidently, as if he was an authority on the subject. “Wistful eyes. Sighing. Staring off into space.”

“I have to agree with Rill here,” said Charmy causing Rill to beam and puff out his chest with pride and Vanessa to playfully snicker a little. Charmy blinked at her and twisted her mouth. “He actually took a bite out of those gross pancakes.”

Vanessa flinched and grimaced. “Ew…”

“That’s what really convinced me,” Rill interjected with a nod. “Once when I was pining after my food goddess”— he turned to smile adoringly at Charmy—“I took a bite out of my paintbrush thinking it was a breadstick.”

Vanessa laughed as Charmy flagged down a nearby waiter with a breadbasket. “Take a real breadstick,” she said to Rill almost frantically shoving one into his hands. Of all the awful things—to imagine Rill was so lovesick over her he actually tried to eat a paintbrush… Charmy handed him the entire breadbasket.

“Thanks!” he said as he took a bite of the breadstick with a beaming smile. “Delicious!”

Charmy’s cheeks flushed a bit pink at Vanessa’s knowing and teasing smile, but she frowned slightly, saying, “I could see Finral eating a paintbrush right now, la. He’s completely out of it, and when he’s not, he looks so sad…”

“Like a lovesick puppy,” Rill interjected in support though his voice was a bit muffled by his mouthful of bread. “Definitely pining!” he insisted with an empathic wave of the rest of the breadstick. Vanessa’s eyes narrowed, and she shifted to look out the window in the kitchen door. She shook her head.

“I still don’t see it…” she sighed with a shrug. Charmy frowned, and Rill lifted her up so she could see out of the window. Finral was intently eating his pancakes and had stopped staring off wistfully.

“Maybe he’s just focused on eating his pancakes, la?” she suggested with pride. It may have taken him awhile, but she was glad Finral was showing her delicious noms the attention they deserved. “But he was definitely focused on those girls earlier, wasn’t he Rill?”

Rill nodded. “He seemed to be, but he could’ve just been staring off into space. Maybe pining after someone who isn’t here…?”

Charmy frowned. “You don’t think he’s still pining after Finnes, do you?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s possible,” shrugged Vanessa. “Though I haven’t really seen him pining at all so I’m not sure I can say…” She paused. “I believe you though—or at least want to. I’d like to see him putting himself back out there again, but the whole situation was hard on him—I can understand why he’d be nervous…” Vanessa sighed. “We don’t want to push too hard. If he’s not ready, he’s not ready.”

“Maybe he just needs a little encouragement, la? What if you went and talked to him—gave him one of your Vanessa pep-talks and told him he could come sit at the bar by those girls if he wants? And if he doesn’t want to, we’ll just leave it at that,” suggested Charmy.

“Alright,” Vanessa conceded and followed a waiter out the kitchen door. Rill lifted Charmy up again so they could both see out the window, but they soon decided that watching from a nearby hiding place might be better as they could barely see from their current location and couldn’t eavesdrop. Charmy insisted on picking their hiding place, however, and they snuck out of the kitchen doors and crouched down behind a dessert cart without being noticed—at least not by most people. Charmy watched Vanessa’s eyebrows twitch and figured she must’ve seen them, but even if she did, she didn’t let on and continued her conversation with a particularly pink Finral.

“And they’re beautiful girls and very nice. Plus, all of them but that redhead on the end are single—I asked,” she finished saying with a wink.

Finral blushed. “You…you asked them? For me?”

“No, not just for you. I was making conversation…I’m a bartender—that’s kind of what I do,” she chuckled, but her face softened as she watched Finral fidget with his hands. She tilted her head, almost apologetically. “I’m sorry. None of us want to be too pushy, but we all just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“All?”

Vanessa sighed but nodded. “Yes, me, Charmy, even Rill…” She shot Charmy and Rill a particularly pointed look, and they sheepishly crawled out from behind the dessert cart.

“Hi,” said Rill as Charmy waved at a rather confused Finral.

His brow furrowed at Rill in particular. “Is that why you came over to tell me about how you once almost ate a paintbrush when you were pining after Charmy?”

Vanessa could barely stifle a laugh as Charmy glared at Rill who just shrugged.

“I thought it would be helpful…” Rill explained to no one in particular. Charmy rolled her eyes but shook her head affectionately. Vanessa was right—his enthusiasm was really quite cute… Charmy’s smile brightened at the thought, and Vanessa laughed even harder.

“Listen, you guys…” sighed Finral. “I appreciate that…I really do, but I’m okay, really. I know I haven’t really put myself back out there yet, but it’s not because I’m heartbroken and it’s not because I’m scared—” He stopped before adding with an almost-awkward breathy chuckle, “I mean I am scared, a little…but it’s not that—it’s just that I…” He swallowed and stared down at his hands as his cheeks flushed. “I…I don’t want to…” His shoulders twitched into a slight shrug as his voice trailed, and Vanessa smiled sympathetically and reached across the table to pat his hand reassuringly.

“And that’s okay. Give it time. There’s no hurry.” She smiled kindly as his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. “You’ll be ready one day.”

“Until then, I’ll go make more pancakes!” said Charmy enthusiastically.

“You want some bread?” asked Rill holding out his breadbasket.

Finral tentatively reached out to take a breadstick with a confused, “Thank you?” as Rill took the seat across from him which had been previously occupied by Vanessa.

“Definitely pining,” she whispered in Charmy’s ear with a wink as they headed back to the bar and the kitchen respectively. She placed a hand on Charmy’s shoulder and added just as quietly, “Make chocolate chip pancakes…” before she winked again and took her place behind the bar with a beaming smile.

Charmy’s brow furrowed both vindicated and confused as she returned to the kitchen to make more pancakes, assuming Vanessa’s chocolate chip suggestion was worth trying out. She had several other orders to catch up on, first, however, and by the time she finally had the opportunity to make more pancakes, Rill had appeared to watch her cook with an attentive adoration as he doodled on a sketch pad—probably a drawing of her as the “pancake goddess,” if she had to guess. The thought made her laugh a little.

By the time, Charmy finished the chocolate chip pancakes and took them out to Finral with Rill in tow, the dinner rush had started to clear out. The restaurant was still noisy but not nearly so crowded or rowdy. It took Finral far longer than it should have to notice the plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of him as he was spacing out again with that dopey, wistful look on his face by the time Charmy and Rill returned. Charmy rolled her eyes and shared a knowing look with Rill before, it seemed, Finral finally realized they were there.

“Thanks, Charmy,” he said at last with a kind smile before taking a bite of his pancakes. His smile widened, and he looked up at her with especially excited gratitude. “Chocolate chip—my favorite! Thank you!” Charmy beamed with pride. Nothing made her happier than knowing that her food had made her friends happy.

“You’re welcome, la. But you can thank Vanessa for the chocolate chips. She suggested them,” Charmy admitted. She had not known Finral’s favorite flavor of pancakes before today—though she could have guessed it was not anchovy.

“Oh,” answered Finral with a tilt of his head, but his surprised expression softened into a smile that spread between his rosy cheeks as he returned elatedly to his pancakes.

Charmy beamed as he bit into one with an almost wistful sigh, and she glanced over at the bar with a grateful smile for Vanessa. Vanessa, however, didn’t seem to notice as she was too busy wiping down the corner of the counter that that particularly large party of girls had left. Wait…

Charmy paused, and her brow furrowed. She nudged at Rill who looked up at her in confusion before she tilted her head towards the bar. His eyebrows twitched, and he wrinkled his nose confusedly. They looked from each other, to the nearly empty bar which Vanessa was cleaning off, to the lovesick, scatterbrained Finral, who was eating forkfuls of pancakes with one hand and absent-mindly stirring the spoon in his teacup with the other—dreamily spacing out all the while.

“You don’t think…?” Rill began in a whisper, but Charmy cut him off with a shake of her head.

“No,” she replied with a playful tap on his arm, but she turned and poured some extra syrup on Finral’s pancakes—just in case...

“Hey, Rill?” she asked as they turned to head back towards the kitchen. “What kind of pancakes do you like best, la?”

The End

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Little Inferno Combos

Bike Pirates toy pirate + wood bicycle

Someone else's: someone else's credit card + someone else's family portrait

Springtime: Instant Seed pack + Alarm clock

Generations: Spider Egg + someone else's family portrait

Lenders: someone else credit card + Blankity Bank

Movie Night: Corn on the cob +Television

Seafarers: toy pirate + oil barge.

Building block: building blocks + ordinary bricks

Firebreathers: Antiki Torch + Pyranosauraus Plushie

Dino-mite: Pyranosauraus Plushie + Disgruntled EIf Plushie

Watching You: Television + Wandering Eye

Double Fan: Space heater + Cold Metal Heart

Terrible Teeth: Eager Bunny Plushie + Toy Leprechaun

Time bomb: Alarm Clock + Mini Nuke

LoL Kitty: Wandering Eye + Kitty Kitty Poo Poo

Catfish: Kitty Kitty Poo Poo + Blowfish

Bear in a china Shop: Feelings Bear Plush + Fragile China

Dinnerware: Wood Spoon + Fragile China

Cornflakes: Corn on the cob + Tooth "N" Corn flakes breakfast

Deadly Fish: Blow fish + Discounted Sushi

Wake up!: Alarm Clock + Coffee

Iced Coffee: Coffee + Dry Ice

Easter Bunny: Egg Pack + Eager Bunny Plushie

Liquid diet: Future Fizz + Coffee + Midlife Crisis Mitigator.

Egg Sack: Spider Egg + Locust Egg

Freaked Out: Marshmallows + Coffee + Toaster

Wooden Blocks: Letter blocks + Building Blocks + Tetronimos

Arachnid: Spider Egg + Giant Spider

Zombie Garden: Instant Seed Pack + Toy Zombie

Eggcellent: Egg Pack + Phoenix Egg

Puzzling Adventure: Tetronimos + Gentleman Adventure Doll

Magnetic Heart: Broken heart + cold metal Heart

World of goo: goo ball + Casual game

Airplane Mode: Cellphone + handheld fireplace + Gaming tablet

Under Water: Blowfish + Miss Hexopus

Meta: handheld fire place + beta version

Pixel Pixelated. Pixel pack + beta version

Japanese: Discounted Sushi + Toy Ninja

Brains Ahoy: Toy Zombie + Toy Pirate + Toy Ninja

Rosy: Valkyrie Doll + Gravity Boy Action Toy

Howl at the moon: Howling Coyote + Mini Moon

Cat Lady: Kitty- Boo Poo + Old Lady Doll

Elderly Couple: Old Lady Doll + Gentleman Adventurer Doll

Terrible Mystery: The Terrible Secret + Mystery Seasoning

Change the Bulb: Fragile Bulbs + Modern Lamp

Cold Water: Uncle Sam's Blam Blams + Russian Nest Dolls

Framed: Little Inferno Collector Poster + Someone else's Family

Portrait + Oil Painting

Writer's Block: Letter Blocks + Word Pack

Stop, drop & Roll: Smoke Detector + Fire Extinguisher

Colourful Flare: Zesty Beetles + Beta Version + Powder Barrel

Pollinating: Instant Seed Pack + Cacoon

Cat Bath: Kitty Kitty Poo Poo Plushie + Dish Detergent

Clean Plate: Fragile China + Dish Detergent

Orchestral: Valkyrie Doll + Cello

Moonlight Melody: Mini Moon + Cello

Medicated Midlife: Midlife Crisis Mitigator + Medicated Mommy Pills

Pill Popper: Best Friend Supplement Pills + Medicated Mommy Pills

Bearskin Rug: Feelings Bear Plush + Old Bear Trap

Fireworks: Uncle Sam's Blam Blams + Dynamite Daisy

Spinning Blades: Super Juicer 4000 + Drill Chain Thrower

Timber!: Drill Chain Thrower + Lumber jack hand + Manly Odor Spray

Pokerhand: Glass Cards + Lumberjack hand

Duck season: gaming tablet + Gaming Bush

Hunting: Old Bear Trap + Gaming Bush

Nuclear Shave: Mini Nike + Manly Razor

Brick & Mortar: Ordinary Brick + Unstable Ordinance

Texting girl: Cellphone + low Self-esteem Dall

Sorority Party: Low Self-esteem Doll + Balloons

Chain Puffer: Drill Chain Thrower + Puff Pack

Deadly Vice: Midlife Crisis Mitigator + Glass Cards + Puff Pack

Legal Charges: legal Briefcase + Someone else's Credit card

Body Builder: Manly Trophy + Protein Powder

Injection: Snake Surprise + Protein Powder

Deafening: Valkyrie Doll + Sonic Boom

Road Rage: Wooden Bicycle + Celebration Bus + Mustache Rider

Diseased: Toy leprechaun + Mystery Seasoning + Book of Darkness

Chain Email: Drill Chain Thrower + Email

Wood Applause: Lumberjack hand + Laser pointer

World Adventurer: Flaming Globe + Gentleman Adventurer Doll

Learning is Fun: Celebration bus + Rocket ship of Learning

Glasses & Statches: Fashionable Sunglasses + Mighty Mustache

Before the Internet: Television + Old Timey Radio

Sleeping Idol: Sleeping Idol + Triangle Idol + Rotund Idol

Ice Planet: Dry Ice + Mini Pluto

Heart & Soul: Cold Metal Heart + Transhumanist Action Figure

Yellow Brick Road: Kitty Kitty Poo Poo + Scarecrow + Transhumanist Action Figure

Planes & Trains Unstable Ordinance + railroad crossing (x-ing)

Robotic Futures: Clampy bots + Mom & Dad bots

Polar Bear: Feeling Bear Plushie + South Pole

Cardboard: limitation meatboy +Cardboard Sword + Decoy Ladybug

Sausage Factory: Sausage Links + Clone Factory

Book Club: the terrible secret + Book of Darkness + Creation Science

Spam cloud: Email + Internet Cloud

Online Piracy: Internet Cloud + Toy Pirate

It's a sign: Rail Road Crossing + this way down

sunflower: Instant seed Pack + Miniature Sun

Mini Milky way: Mini Moon + Mini Pinto + Mini Sun

Future's bright: Mini Sun + Fashionable Sunglasses

The End: Jar of Fireflies + Broken Magnet + Toy Exterminator + Fashionable Sunglasses

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Mochi Madness

Pairings: Vlad x Reader

Words: 2200+

Comments: Eeeeeeeek! Once more HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEEEMOOO! ❤☺hehe I bet we have all become far better at making mochi than we were with the first attempt lol,☺😳😳😳😳 Eeeek I'm super excited to see how our cheesecakes and brownies are going to turn out! whoooop whoooop even more excited to spend the day with ya ! hehe, hope you had a wonderful day neemo filled with all the candy, all the sunshine and all the sweetness! Sending ya infinity catbus hugs! hehe love ya lots! ❤❤😳😳

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The month of July was not a particularly special time of the year for you, but for Vlad, it meant the world, for it was the birth month of his dearest flower. You had insisted multiple times to the man not to make a big deal out of the day of your birth, and after a bit of back and forth, a compromise was made. A morning spent making some delightful birthday treats followed by tea in the garden was the suggestion and one that seemed like an appropriate way to spend your birthday. Not too grand, yet intimate and memorable.

It was the early afternoon of your birthday, a perfect time to make some treats for tea. You were the first to arrive in the kitchen, so you decided to prepare yourself for the mountain to climb. You tied the pink apron around your waist, washed your hands and gathered the ingredients for the battle that was about to commence. Your kitchen had become a war zone, so to say, more so because of your severe lack of cooking abilities.

Your comrade—companion in arms— arrived in due time to lend support and as such, marked the start of the great birthday battle.

Vlad strode through the kitchen doors, taking soft steps as he carried a basket of precious cargo close to him. “Ah, just in time, did you manage to get enough strawberries from the garden,” you asked curiously, shooting a happy smile over your shoulder.

He returned your smile with a gentle one of his own, coming up beside you to place the heavy basket down, pulling the cloth off to reveal a mountain of strawberries. You let go of a gasp in awe. “I think we have enough strawberries to feed an army,” you jested with a playful elbow jab to Vlad’s side.

“I have no intention of sharing these with an army, only with you, my love,” came the light chuckled response from Vlad as he reached over to grab hold of a matching pink apron. It was the cutest apron, littered with bunches of tiny bright red strawberries— a gift from his last birthday— one which he cherished very much for the feature of his favourite food. Despite the airy response, you knew he was dead serious, especially when it came to his beloved strawberries. You shook your head with a smile, memories of past castle shenanigans flashing in your mind— of Faust and Charles stealing Vlad secret stash of berries and the severe punishment that awaited them for their crimes.

Your eyes drifted down to the recipe— it was one you had come across a few weeks ago while searching the library for a book to read. Mochi, it was called; you remembered researching the dish after it had been mentioned in a favourite book of yours. You were always curious about the dish. However, after the main character described the soft, chewy texture, you knew you just had to try the treat for yourself. Hells, you were so excited about wanting to try it out, that you had immediately sought Vlad out in his garden to share the discovery and to find out if in all his years on earth if he had ever come across such a dish.

With a shake of the head and a fond smile shot your way, he suggested that the treat be included as part of your birthday picnic.

It took a bit of searching and lots of researching, but thankfully, with Vlad’s help, the two of you managed to find a small recipe book that featured the soft, chewy dessert.

“Okay, first things first, we need to mix the rice flour and water,” you stated, tapping the recipe in thought as you read a little further to gauge the next few steps to follow.

Meanwhile, Vlad reached out to pick up the two bags of powdery substances laying on the table, crimson eyes scrutinizing the labels. He then turned to you, concern painted over his face, “What’s the difference?” he asked.

Your first obstacle had just arrived; you knew it was one that would come back to haunt you as even after you had found the recipe, one of the ingredients had never been heard of before. You and Vlad hunted far and wide for the rice flour when finally, one day when Vlad was on his way home from the flower shop, he spotted the very flour you required for the baking battle. The only problem was that that shop housed two types of rice flour. So Vlad did what any reasonable person would, he bought them both. It was a problem for future Vlad to deal with.

You looked over at him in confusion, which only seemed to grow when you investigated the labels yourself. “Surely glutinous rice flour and rice flour are the exact same thing,” you stated, stroking your chin and wracking your mind for any differences between the two.

“Let’s see what the recipe says?” Vlad suggested, moving to take a closer look at the book.

“Sweet rice flour,” he read aloud with widened eyes. How was there a third type of rice flour? You tried to decipher the labels for any indication, even going as far as to look at the sugar content hoping that one of them would be higher, as surely that would dub it as sweet rice flour? More sugar equals sweet, right? RIGHT?

After a moment of pondering, and investigating you smiled over at the man with a carefree shrug, “there is only one way to decide which to use.” Vlad looked over at you curiously, raising a brow as he waited for you to reveal your master plan.

”Cover your eyes,” you said with a widening smile and a hint of mischief, carefully taking the two bags from his hands and putting them behind your back.

Once his eyes were closed, you brought the bags forward and placed them down on the counter, keeping a cautious eye on Vlad to make sure he wasn’t peeking. With a satisfied nod, you quickly started shuffling the bags around until even you were unsure which was which.

With a tender smile scattered across his face, Vlad’s eyes twitched to open ever so slightly, if only to catch a glimpse of what you were up to. Unfortunately for him, you had eyes at the back of your head and caught him in the act trying to steal a glance, “Nuh uh, I see you peeking,” you squealed out, quickly rushing behind him and bringing your small hands up to block his vision further.

He tilted his head to the side, puzzled as to just what antics you were up to. As if reading his thoughts, you finally revealed your ingenious plan. “Since neither of us knows the difference between all these flours, we shall let fate do the deciding for us!”

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, hands extended out in front of him to feel around the counter until finally, they hit one of the bags. After a moment of patting around for the second bag, he randomly picked one up, “this one,” he smiled, turning to lock eyes with you.

You clapped your hands together happily, letting out a gleeful hum, “perfect! Okay, let’s mix it with some water!”

Without care for quantities, you eyeballed the amount of water thrown into the bowl with a satisfied smirk— you never were in the habit of measuring ingredients out accurately, much rather opting to follow your gut.

After the two ingredients were combined in a bowl, you cooked it in a saucepan until a blob of sticky goo formed. You removed it from the heat and set it aside to read the next set of instructions. “Knead,” you stated simply.

Vlad looked at the pot of goo dubiously, giving it a little poke, “is it supposed to be this sticky,” he asked with a troubled expression. Cooking had never really been his strong suit either, despite the years spent on the earth.

“I mean, the recipe didn’t say it shouldn’t look like this, “you responded with a confident shrug and an easy smile. You tried tipping the pot out onto the counter, only for the goo-like substance to remain firmly stuck to the bottom, causing an amused snort to come from Vlad.

“Interesting,” the white-haired man mused, using the spoon to help the goo from the pot to flop onto the counter. He split the mixture in half and gestured for you to knead one half while he took care of the first.

“Here goes nothing,” you said, apprehensive, not entirely sure what kind of end product to expect— as things stood, the pile of goo was neither light nor fluffy, just a sticky mass.

After several moments of trying to knead the glob, you finally broke into laughter, “this is not working,” you looked down at the ‘dough’, most of it being stuck to your hands, the other half stuck to the board.

Your gaze shifted over to Vlad, who seemed to be having about as much luck as you with the dough, but instead of kneading, he was playing with it like goop between his hands, “I bet Johann would like this, reminds me of one of his experiments,” he said with eyes lit up in childlike wonder.

Continuing on your crusade, somehow, you and Vad managed to get the sticky mass of goo into a semi doughlike blob. Left to chill for 30 minutes beneath a heap of cornstarch, you moved onto the next feat, ganache...

Easy enough, you thought scanning the recipe— how wrong you were— how very wrong indeed, as it was anything but simple. You glanced around the kitchen and gulped; Charles was going to kill you when he got home.

The mixing of the chocolate and cream was easy enough, but the shaping of the dark chocolate substance into balls? Now that was a separate feat on its own. After letting the ganache sit in the fridge for a few moments, you were ready to make up and fill your mochi.

A strawberry centre with a chocolate ganache covering. That was the goal, and truly the recipe made it sound so simple. Just make a ball out of the ganache and press the strawberry to the centre, covering it entirely with the chocolate, it said— it will be fun it said, freakin nope! What the recipe didn’t account for was warm hands and sticky chocolate melting and making a giant mess.

Even though the once-pristine kitchen turned warzone from the hurricane that was your and Vlad’s cooking, a smile never left Vlad’s face.

You had to laugh at your pureblood lover covered in chocolate, brows furrowed together as he tried his hardest to wrap the mochi dough around the ever melting chocolate covered strawberry. At some point, to motivate himself between mochi’s, he would pop the ‘flopped strawberries’ into his mouth, you know, to taste test and make sure they were still good.

After 5 successful ish attempts, the two of you decided to call it quits! With a wide grin, you snuck a glance over at Vlad, who finally managed to seal his first chocolate delight in the mochi skin. You clapped your hands and praised him with a ‘bravo.’

After carefully putting your newly made treat into the picnic basket, you turned to Vlad with an impish glimmer in your eyes. “You have a little chocolate right here,” you gestured to the man, startings of a cunning smile falling across your lips.

With a thoughtful hum, he brought his knuckle up to wipe the spot on his cheek, but it was of little use as you simply giggled and shook your head.

“Did I get it?” he asked, crimson eyes looking down at you with nothing but pure love and affection.

Your smile widened, turning Cheshire as you reached your tiny hand covered in chocolate to his face, to leave a playful smear, “nope, it’s right here,” you said, biting back the laughter that threatened to spill from your chest.

“A cunning one, I see,” came his response, with eyes lit up. Before you could jump back, he dipped his fingers in the bowl of chocolate and swiped them across your cheek with a smear to match.

Chimelike laughter filled the kitchen as you and Vlad continued to worsen its state with the third natural disaster of the day, this time in the form of chocolate finger painting. The end of the new battle was marked when Vlad leaned down to steal a kiss from your lips mid-attack. “Sweet,” he remarked with a twinkle in his eye, hand moving from your check to delicate take hold of yours.

“Happy birthday, Draga mea,” the words befell his lips, followed by another tender kiss on the forehead. You responded in kind by giving his hand a squeeze,” shall we go out and have that picnic in the garden? I am rather excited to try these mochis.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he spoke with an affectionate squeeze of the hand, leading you to your favourite spot in the garden.

#And that marks the end of the appreciation weekend #eeeeeek #Happy birthday to the cutest!#heheh and rip me for destroying vlad this weekend #vlad x reader #ikevamp vlad x reader #ikevamp vlad #eeeeek spoiler alert your brownies and cheesecake loook sooo damn good!#gaaaaah #hehehe i hope you had a good day neeemo!

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fandomfluffandfuck · 3 years

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hellooooooo as mentioned specific domestic!Stucky HC that randomly possessed me and forced me to spend half an hour trying to get it into words - i humbly offer it to u to do what you will with it…….

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If we take the HC that:

Bucky would sometimes cook in the 40s (wonderful family recipes he learnt from his mother no matter how much his father hated how much time he spent in the kitchen instead of doing manly things) and assure that he’s picked it back up in modern day bc it reminds him of his family & he can make something, creating something wonderful and delicious for his Steve to enjoy (which he does so obscenely gosh that MOUTH hnngg)

And combine it with

Steve the Artist (self explanatory)

Can we maybe get it to

Bucky bakes (Steve can’t bake for shit he HATES following recipes even though he likes order and structure, for some reason this just grinds his gears???) and Steve decorates, taking the time to learn about different ways for icing cakes, the techniques and piping tips and all the types of icing and ah, suddenly recipes and order are fine even if they’re not tied to a mission

All wrapped up in a lovely (big) bow of passing HOURS around the kitchen island:

Bucky on one side of the bench cooking & baking- something they can snack on while whatever sweet is in the oven cooks while

Steve makes goo goo eyes at Bucky decides on the colours and designs he wants on the next baked good Bucky thinks up “How’s that design coming along, Rogers? Cake’s coming out soon”,, then

They relax on the couch while finishing their food and waiting for the oven timer then swap positions so now Bucky is sitting at the bench, having a drink and watching intently, “what are you staring at?” as Steve works on decorating (little tongue peeking out GAH I CAN’T RESIST), making up an array of coloured icings and flicking icing sugar at Bucky when his eyes start to get even MORE goo goo than Steve’s were and–

ANYWAY YOU GET THE IDEA feel free to expand on this or not I just REALLY needed to put it somewhere I am SO sorry S you’re a gem

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((NB: this thought COULD remain as fluff orrrrrrrr it could spiral))

it also doesn’t currently include what people are wearing in the kitchen

Whether Bucky offers Steve a spoon to taste the flavourful sauce he’s got going on the stove

It also doesn’t currently include “stay the fuck away from those potatoes you will not ruin your appetite”

please don’t kick me off your blog I apologise profusely 🥺🥺

Don't apologize! This is gorgeous!

Steve hating following recipes for whatever reason is So On Brand. I don't know how you thought of that haha, its so good. Yes. Also. Yes. The sticking out of the tongue!

Bucky's slight dig back at his dad for not wanting him to bake but also feeling closer to his family for baking *chefs kiss*

DOMESTIC KITCHEN ISLAND-NESS YES

For now on this domestic wave let us just bathe in the softenness lol

I had it sitting in my inbox just to stare at for a while! I love this.

My only add on because it's Perfect would be to give Steve some frosting smears over those pretty cheekbones because I can't resist! Oh- and, also, y'know how in certain US states wedding cake places or catering places for formal occasions can still refuse to cater your wedding/event if you're gay? Don't get me started on that fucking bullshit. Well, you bet your ass Steve and Bucky start making and delivering cakes to those states specifically, giving those couples the happy, dream day they deserve free of charge.

#asks #into-a-ship-or-2 #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fic #baking #headcannon #domestic bliss #fluff #this is so cute and im HERE FOR IT

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stevesharrlngtons · 4 years

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“I was hoping for a little sympathy, maybe.” with Roman please :)

sorry for the delay )): and sorry if this kinda sucks!!

You knew his moping was justified. That his pain was warranted and expected. Having your DNA picked apart and ripped from your body was no doubt excruciating and exhausting. You just wished there was something you or anyone could do to alleviate some of the agony he was in. You were doing your best, but you still felt like you were lacking at this problem that was far out of your element.

Roman was never one to keep his grievances to himself, or to let anyone live in peace while he was uncomfortable. But ever since Pryce’s procedures began to rid him of his upirism, Roman had been a nightmare. He was angry and whining and tired and brittle and sad and needy. He wanted you attached to his side until his skin felt like it was rippling around on his bones, in which case he wouldn’t let you in the same room as him, as to not feel more claustrophobic than he already felt.

On the days that Roman would go under Pryce’s needles for another treatments, you would spend the entire morning ordering Anna and Conway around to make sure there wasn’t anything that could possibly make Roman uncomfortable or irate. You were a dictator, barking orders and anxiously pacing while you waited for a call from The Tower informing you it was time to retrieve Roman.

After his first treatment, Roman had driven himself home and almost wrapped his Jaguar around a tree. He had left the keys in the ignition and the door wide open before he mindlessly walked to the house in a daze. You had thrown enough of a fit when he was finally home safe that Roman agreed to let you drive him after he had finished with a new treatment.

After you had him safely packaged in your car, Roman would usually sleep the entire way home, his cheek pressed against the cool window as you darted your eyes between him and the road. Terrified that if you didn’t look over to him every few moments, his breath would stop fogging the glass or his thin pale skin would split and crumble from the abuse it had taken.

Two days ago you had finished your new macabre routine of readying the house for Roman’s return and driving him home in a worried stupor. You had put him to bed under satin sheets and mink blankets and a large glass of water and saltines on the nightstand. You had monitored him and stroked his sweat matted hair as he trembled and cried. You had snuggled close to him and kissed his frail skin and spoon fed him soup until his body collapsed from trauma and exhaustion.

Now, 48 hours later, Roman was almost back to his old self. He still complained and griped and swore and was mostly unpleasant to everyone except you, but that was on par for normal Roman behavior. What wasn’t normal Roman behavior was to be out of bed on a Saturday before eleven A.M., which was why you felt a pang of worry when you rolled over and were greeted by a flurry of cold covers instead of the warm weight of your boyfriend.

You sprang up from the pillows and searched for your phone to check the time, and sure enough, it was just after nine. Anxiety filled your gut as you pushed away your blankets in search for Roman. Sure, he had seemed to have recovered from the latest treatment as he usually did, but your mind couldn’t stop spinning with what if’s.

What if he had been hiding symptoms from you? What if he woke up this morning, and felt fatally wrong? What if he was slowly taking his dying breaths somewhere in the house while you slept soundly? What if? What if? What if?

You called his name, went from room to room in search of him, when you suddenly heard his voice coming from downstairs.

You gripped the handrail tightly as you went down the staircase in search of him. You found him sitting in an armchair in the living room, a cloth pressed to one ear and his cell pressed to the other. His back is to you and you can see how rigid his shoulders are through the thin cotton of his shirt.

“Roman,” You say, trying to gain his attention.

He turns to you for a moment and unwraps one finger from his hold on his phone to wave at you, telling you to wait.

“What happened? Who are you talking to?” You continue, blatantly ignoring his previous gesture.

You walk closer to him as Roman once again holds up his finger for you.

“Put me on fucking hold one more time Pyrce and I swear to God, you’ll regret it!” He barks.

You round the chair to stand in front of him. You can now see the prominent dark circles that haloed his eyes and his colorless lips and cheeks. He was alive, but clearly not well.

Your heart broke as a small tut came from your lips. You sink to the floor in front of the arm chair and take to giving his calves and thighs a lazy massage.

“No, you fucking listen to me -- no, I shouldn’t have to! You’re the doctor here. Fucking fix me!” Roman shouts into the receiver and you press a chaste kiss to his pajama covered knee.

From your position on the floor, you watch as Roman listens to something Pryce says and scoffs loudly, “Green oozing goo is normal? Because it sure as shit doesn’t feel normal! -- I don’t care if this has never been done before, find a way to stop the weird puss and bile that is coming out of me.”

And he hangs up. Roman gives a heady sigh as he tosses his phone onto the couch and collapses deeper into the chair. You glance up at the cloth that is still pressed against Roman’s ear and cringe as you see it is tinged with light green wetness.

You continue your massage up his thighs until you settle your hands on either side of his hips and rest your chin on his lap, “What’s going on, baby?”

“Just in fucking pain while gross green liquid comes out of me. Nothin’ new, apparently.” He says, sarcastic and dejected.

“And there’s nothing Pryce can do?” You ask, but you are pretty sure you already know the answer.

“Nope. The bastard keeps telling me it’s normal and there is nothing he can do...fucker.”

You hold back a chuckle and kiss his belly instead, “At least it seems like it’s working, right? That’s a positive?”

“I guess, just, fuck! I hate this, I hate the treatments and Pryce. I don’t know why I called him in the first place,” Roman replies, moving his free hand to fiddle with the ends of your hair.

“It’s good you called, I’m glad you did. I want you to call your doctor when you think something is wrong.”

Roman’s face screws up in disgust, “Don’t call him my doctor, it makes our relationship sound far more amicable and intimate than it is.”

“Fine. Your mad scientist? The Dr. Frankenstein to your monster?” You joke and Roman glares down at you.

“I’m not in the mood for jokes.” Roman tugs a little at a strand of your hair he was busying himself playing with.

“What are you in the mood for, then?”

“I don’t know, I was hoping for a little sympathy, maybe. If not from Pyrce, then from you.” He grumbles petulantly.

“Hey, I am an outpouring sympathy machine for you, baby. I know this process is weird and tough and painful, all I want to do is help. So, tell me what you want and I’ll do it.” You thumbs sneak beneath his sleep shirt to find his hip bones to gently stroke.

“I don’t know what I want,” Roman pouts, his voice a borderline whine.

“Want some options?” You ask, perking up slightly from his lap.

He just nods. The treatments were incredibly draining for Roman, both physically and emotionally. While his body physically recovered within a few days, the emotional wounds would linger and refuse to blister for upwards of a week. So, during the period following his procedure, he needed all the emotional support he could garner from you. That included letting him scream and vent to you, or sob and shake in your embrace, or just have you decide exactly what he wanted because his brain just couldn’t surmise what he truly wanted.

“A: We go back to bed and just watch TV for a while. B: We stay down here and order some breakfast from that diner on 3rd. C: I call Troy and see if he has an Vicodin to help with your pain.”

Roman mulls over your list of multiple choice before he speaks, “Can I choose that we go back upstairs, order breakfast from the diner on 3rd and I call Troy about Vicodin and pot for us?”

You grin up at him, “Ah, yes. Secret option D, that sounds good.”

Roman gives you a soft smile before you push up from the ground.

“Let’s get back to bed, handsome.” You wiggle your outstretched fingers for him to take, which he does easily.

You pull him up from the chair and Roman moves to wrap his arm around your shoulders, your fingers still clasped together. He presses a long kiss to the crown of your head, one that takes several moments to complete, one where he inhales your scent and relishes in your feeling, one where he whispers I love you.

With his lips against your hair, you felt a rush of contentment knowing that even your small gestures could work to make this strange time for Roman a little better. That’s all you really wanted, even if you knew you couldn’t find the magic saulve to fix everything. Maybe you would one day, but for now, snuggles, pancakes and painkillers would have to do.

“I love you, too.” You reply as you help your ailing love up the stairs to start your relaxed day.

does this even make sense??? i don’t know!! i just wanted to write and post this request bc i felt bad that i had let it sit so long lol sorry if it seems scattered or weird??????? but idk, if you did like it, i’d love to hear from you <3 (:

#roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey imagine #roman godfrey imagines #roman godfrey x you #roman godfrey reader insert #roman godfrey fanfic #roman godfrey fanfiction #sorry this sucks ):#stevesharrlngtonswrites

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jamies-overalls · 4 years

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Yo damie one shot prompt: Jamie is hurt or sick and Dani is there to take care of her 🥺

It’s like you all know me so well and truly understand what I was to write lol. Thank you for the prompt! TW: mention of injury

Jamie felt like an idiot. She really did. Tough, capable Jamie was now lying in Dani’s bed at Bly, with a broken arm from an accident while she’d been gardening. Who knew it was such a dangerous profession? It had been a pretty stupid accident, too, she’d been on a ladder trimming the top of a hedge when she lost her balance and fallen. Being the kind of person who hated voicing her pain, and really being in too much pain to say much anyways, she laid there until poor Flora had found her about half an hour later. Dani came running moments late, and soon Jamie was brought to the hospital.

And now... Now, she was resting in Dani’s bed.

“You know, I can feed myself.” Jamie said when Dani walked in with a bowl of soup for her.

“I know you can, but you should be relaxing for now. And the doctor said not to exert yourself until you’re fully healed.” The blonde said gently, setting the tray in Jamie’s lap.

“I just feel stupid... and useless. I can’t work, I have to rest for the next few weeks, you have to bring me food...” Jamie sighed. Dani’s eyes softened and she sat down next to her on the bed.

“It was an accident, these things happen. And I’m happy to take care of you for a little bit. You work so hard around here and you’re always helping me, so let me help you this time.”

Jamie wondered for a moment how she was so lucky to be loved by Dani. “You’re too goo to me, Poppins.”

“I said the same of you when you helped me through all the times I kept seeing Eddie everywhere I went. But that didn’t stop you form being the wonderful soul that you are. So, I’m not going to stop either.”

Jamie managed a small smile at that and took the spoon in her hand to take a taste of the soup.

“Did Owen make this for me?” Jamie asked curiously. It wasn’t often that Owen made something like a simple soup, unless one of the children were sick.

Dani nodded. “He couldn’t decide what to make, so I asked what your favorite comfort food was. He said it was a simple tomato soup, so I told him to make that.”

Jamie looked over at her. “You’re sweet, making sure I got something nice.”

“I want you to feel better. Emotionally, too. And there’s nothing like comfort food.”

After she finished her meal, Dani took the dishes and headed for the door to bring them downstairs. “Get some rest, alright?” The blonde said gently, pausing in the doorway.

“Can you come sit with me?” Jamie asked after a moment, so quietly that Dani almost couldn’t hear her. But she could. And, even if she couldn’t, she knew Jamie well enough to understand what she was requesting.

“Sure.” Dani smiled softly. She set the tray down on the nightstand and crawled under the blankets with her girlfriend, who immediately curled up against her chest as best she could. Dani was still getting used to being the big spoon when they cuddled, but it somehow suited her. She had once voiced her surprise and Jamie willingly being the little spoon, to which Jamie replied that “even us caretakers need to be held sometimes” in a moment of rare vulnerability. And Dani loved that side of Jamie, the side that let herself have comfort rather than giving it all away. So, Dani was happy to be the big spoon.

Before either of them knew it, Jamie had fallen fast asleep. Dani was relieved, considering how restless and anxious Jamie had been since the accident. Of course, now Dani didn’t want to wake her, so she didn’t move. She stayed like that the rest of the night, just keeping Jamie safe.

#the haunting of bly manor #tw mention of injury #dani clayton #dani and jamie #i know these are short #i will make them longer lol

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Oof what about a fluffy scenerio where s/o lightly smacks kai's hand away? Like she's cooking or baking or doing whatever and he's trying to grab for it and she's like "hey! No touch!" and he's just shook lol

You're trying to get killed?

Note: i guess this time I went too out of his character, im so sorry 😓

You surprise him in so many levels. There was no doubts about it.

Ever since the moment he met you actually, first he had caught a certain interest; and for Overhaul to be interest in someone was before considering like the apocalypse was coming; then he developed... feelings for you.

Another surprise. Overhaul, with feelings.

You were like a little box of wonders that, no matter how much he caved to find out, you always had something new.

And he came to... love those little things, your imperfections, perfections, your quirks, everthing....

Not that kind of quirk, not the power, he despises quirks.

When he discovered that you were quite the cook he almost thanked the heavens up above because, one: tired of always having to get out of his house to go to a decent; AND CLEAN; place to eat; two: he didn't trust other people he didn't know how cooked making his food... and three....

He was kind of tired of the same flavor of his friend's cook... sorry not sorry Chrono.

One of the motivies he wanted you to move in with him badly. Nothing against your apartment but come on live on his house instead, is much more comforting than that place.

His angel deserve the best.

So whenever he felt the smell of something... eatable he immediately got interested. Especially if it were sweets...

By god the sweets...

He stared at your figurine numbly from the door frame, which he was laying his side on.

Huh... apparently it was a... cream? He couldn't know since your gorgeous back was blocking his view from your probably soon masterpiece.

It wasn't often when you made sweets, thankfully for his stomach; he loved them but he had a limit; but when you did it was always something new that surprisingly always got his interest.

His all barriers broked down when he saw that you added a bit of white chocolate on the mixture, seing how they melted on it.

He normally made his way to the the cutlery drawerand took it off one dessert little spoon lf it.

A little taste wouldn't hurt.

"Uh? Hi Kai!" You say cheerfully while taking carefully the pan out of the stove to kix just a bit more before putting on the fridge.

"Angel." He hummed as a greeting while you giggled at his monotonous face.

"What is this? Sounds quite interesting." He murmured lowly before sneaking the spoon on it to grab a little while you would look up to him.

Unfortunately that's not what it happened.

The moment you noticed his hand your reflexes spoked louder, throwing the fact that you knew that your boyfriend WAS A MYSOPHOBIC THAT KILLED PEOPLE FOR ONLY TOUCHING HIM out the window, and slapped his hand slightly away.

"Hey!"

Even the spoon had falled on the ground while his usual calm and serious golden eyes were wide opened after your action.

Did... did you just..?

You yelped as soon as you noticed your mistakes and brought both of your hands to your mouth in both terror and shock. It was by instinct! Gosh, now he was going to kill you.

"Did you just slapped my hand?" He said quietly but for the first time after so long in your relationship you couldn't get if he was genuinely surprised, irritated kr even offended.

"K-Kai I'm sorry! I-I d-don't why I-" you silenced yourself the moment he crouched up to pick the spoon between his fingers and place on the sink to clean up later.

He was serious... dead serious, not even a emotion could be readed on his stoic face... it was so long that you didn't remember anynore when it was the last time you couldn't tell what Chisaki was feeling.

Oh you were so fucked....

"O-Overhaul I-I-"

"Silence." You immediately shutted your mouth before muttering a apology, he kept staring at you like a predator, ready to attack. He suddenly lifted his hand and you closed your eyes in fear.

... before feeling a rather sticky thing being literally splashed on your nose.

You gasped and widened your eyes in surprise before yelping at the following and rather painful pinch on your side, aplied by gloved fingers.

"Payback." He muttered monotonously while pointing at his own covered nose with seriousness.

You poked your own nose and felt that a portion of the cream you just made, thankfully it had colled off a bit, and stare at your boyfriend in disbelief.

"Did you just-"

"Yes. Payback as I said before." Hs grabbed another spoon and pointed at you with enfasis "Think twice before doing something like that, will you? I know you're smarter than that."

You breath in and out before grabbing the wood spoon you were using to mix and grabbed a small portion and looked at your boyfriend dead serious in the eyes.

"Kai." You called sweetly but your face still remained the same.

He widened his eyes before narrowing them with as a warning.

"(Y/N) (L/N)." He growled while taking a couple of steps back "Do not even dare to do such a thing."

"I must my devil. I will repay all of my sins in hell I promise." You aproached while pointing the spoon in his face.

"You're a fallen angel indeed aren't you? Take that thing away from me before I use my quirk in this. You're in disadvantaged."

You smirked devilish before mueterring a rather goo cute for his own liking 'I'm sorry!' Before tempting to throw the mixture at his face.

Luckily to his reflexes he dodged in time, looking in both relief yet disgust at where you had thrown.

"You're going to clean that up la-" he tensed and froze the moment he felt three of your fingers slidding flour at his face....

"Check mate. I might die for this but i can say I survived for at least two minutes after dirting the Overhaul."

His fingers touched slightly the place, surprisingly his skin didn't get irritated at the material on it, as he muttered in disbelief.

"Distraction... I taught you way too well..."

"Yep! The victory is for the angels! Yay!" You said cheerfully before grabbing two handkerchief for both you and Kai use...

That is if you haven't felt the cold and cruel splash of water in your back.

"I must clean you, then. The victory is quite diryy isn't?" He growled holding what seemed like the-

Holy shit he had overhauled the tap of the kitchen sink...

"... Kai Chisaki. You asked for this." You grabbed a box full of eggs from the frigde whiel he only narrowed his eyes.

"Bring it in if you have the courage then angel of mine." He growled already taking his other glove off.

(Wanna know something? He won. Like. You were devasted and he somehow got out perfectly clean. Dont worry he helped a little to clean up the kitchen afterward)

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #overhaul headcanons #fanfic overhaul #overhaul #chisaki kai imagine scenario #chisaki kai headcanons #chisaki kai x reader #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #bnha imagines #my writing #zuffer writings

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omg-just-peachy · 5 years

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Could you maybe write a little more in touch starved Steve with Tony? Like Steve loves touch and he’s so overwhelmed by it so Tony is constantly telling him to slow it down before Steve has a heart attack lol (but not if you’re too busy!!)

Eeep, okay I couldn’t resist, I hope you enjoy Tony finding out all his favorite things about Steve 🧡 💛

touch-starved steve part 1

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Tony learns a lot his first few months of dating Steve. He finds out that Steve is one of the most sensitive people he knows, in every sense of the word. He’s attuned to the needs and feelings of the team, he’s always there to lend an ear or a shoulder, and he has a kind word for anyone who needs it. More than that though, he reacts so completely to every touch, sensitive to every stroke of Tony’s hands through his hair, every brush of their fingers, that it’s like Tony gets to see a brand new side of the Steve Rogers he’s always known.

He also learns a lot about how Steve likes to be touched. Because it’s so much more than simply wanting physical affection now that they’ve had some time to explore this thing between them.

For example, Tony discovers that a strategically placed hand to Steve’s jaw is the quickest way to make him lose his train of thought completely. A brush of Tony’s thumb to the sensitive skin along Steve’s jaw will make his eyes slip shut like he’s been drugged, head dipping down to meet Tony in a soft, languid kiss. It’s like having access to a particular kind of magic that’s just for them, and Tony’s just as enchanted by it as Steve.

Tony learns that an unexpected hand on the small of Steve’s back will earn him a blush, a ducked head, and a pleased smile every time. Clint has told them to get a room on more than one occasion, because once Tony discovered this particular data point, he felt it was his scientific duty to collect more information, further test his hypothesis. He’d wrap an arm around Steve’s waist at breakfast, or touch a hand to his lower back as they left the tower, just to see that uneven, pinky-red flush wash over pale skin, just to watch as Steve turned to smile shyly over at him, his mouth lopsided in a grin Tony was coming to love.

He’s all too pleased to find that his lips on Steve’s neck is a frankly dangerous combination. Steve’s neck is soft and sensitive, and even a misplaced whisper will have Steve in a full body shiver of anticipation, body prickling all over with goosebumps. If they happened to be with the team, during movie night, for example, Steve would clutch Tony’s hand, squeezing in a way that said both not here and please never stop. If they were somewhere private, Tony would mouth along Steve’s neck, peppering him with kisses until he felt Steve’s pulse start to jackrabbit beneath his lips, and he knew to slow down just a little, give Steve a chance to catch his breath. This is one of Tony’s favorite reactions, the immediacy, the intimacy of it almost intoxicating.

Tony knows now that Steve needs affection like he needs water, which worked out for them, really, because Tony has more than enough to give. A long hug after a long day, Steve’s face burrowed against Tony’s neck for a minute or ten, was enough to make both of them relax enough to feel boneless, reduced to nothing more than a pile of superhero-shaped goo. Tony finds that while Steve might not be the most experienced kisser, he is the gentlest, the most enthusiastic, and he gives as good as he gets. He might just be the best person Tony’s ever kissed.

One of Tony’s favorite discoveries, and possibly the most endearing of all, is that Steve liked to be the small spoon sometimes. It’s rare, but after a rough battle or a particularly hard day, he’d tuck himself up next to Tony wordlessly, and let himself be held. Maybe it’s a remnant of his days as a much smaller person, or maybe he just liked to feel safe and protected, Tony doesn’t know that yet, but he’s sure he’ll find out; they’re both still learning, feeling things out together.

The one thing Tony didn’t count on, through all his experiments and observations, was that he needed all of these things just as much as Steve did. And more than that, he wanted them.

After all, who was he to argue with science?

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #they're in love okay #this is the sappiest even for me #touch-starved NO MORE #anonymous

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leederpfucker · 3 years

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So I decided to watch the first episode if Inanimate Insanity Invitational (or Inaimate Insanity season 3). Here's my overall thoughts on it. Spoilers below but TL;DR: I thought it was okay, I guess. 5/10

Okay, so I'll start with the old characters that are in this season (Nickel, Box, Balloon, OJ, Paintbrush, Yin-Yang, Fan, Test Tube, and Bow). They were fine this episode. I'm kinda neutral towards all of them so I didn't really care what happened to them. I have to wonder though, will Box end up being the Planky of the show? Maybe so from the looks of it.

I have a little more to say about the newbies. But not much. I thought they were all fine. The ones I have the most to say about is Blueberry, Cabby, and Candle.

While watching the episode, whenever Blueberry was on the screen, in the back of my head all I could think of what "Puffer". Maybe it's just because I love Puffer but Blueberry acts and sounds like I think Puffer would act like in the canon of Black Heart. Please tell me I'm not alone. Also, shut up you purple-blueish man blue is an AWESOME color /lh.

Cabby I think might be the one I like the most out of everyone in the episode. I like her voice. It's nice. She didn't save the episode from being just okay to me, but I appreciate her existence. Also, does the bottom cabinet function as a stomach ooooorrrrrr.....

Candle is like if Tree hugger and Pie had a baby (wait, wouldn't Pie just be a fusion of Dough, Blueberry, and Candle? Eh, story for another day). Also, I like her colors. Also also, I kinda ship her with Silver Spoon ngl. I think the shipping fuel hits me the hardest when she says, "Come along." That, plus her expression when she says it make me kinda ship them.

And here's my thoughts on the other newbies (I know they're called "fans" in the episode but shush):

The Floor: Interesting concept. Also, his accent sounds like a mix of an Australian accent and a British one to me. Am I the only one who thinks that.

Goo: Cute design with pretty colors. Also, I like the way his mouth is drawn. I don't know how to describe it. Also, he sounds like a mix of Purple Face and Homsar. Even though I know it wasn't intentional, I just wanted to point that out for no reason.

Silver Spoon: He's fine. Nothing much to say other than what I said about him while talking about Candle. He also kinda sounds like Purple Face to me. Or maybe Pure Face somehow rotted my brain so that I think anyone who has a kinda of posh, upstanding accent (idk how to describe it) that's also kind of deep sounds like him.

Tea Kettle: Who?

Lifering: Death P.A.C.T. (Again) wants to know your location.

Clover: She's fine.

Now, is there anything about this new ep where my reaction to it was "okay" or "fine". Uhhh, hmmm... The colors look nice. Oh! And I also like this screenshot. Mostly for Yin-Yang's expression along. I like smug looks.

The walkie-talkie's voice was also plesent.

Also, I have a nitpick that I also don't care about but I've noticed the animation in this seems, weird to me. Like, movement wise. I think they're using a lower frame rate and if that's what they're going for good for them for trying something new.

Lol, that's it. 5.5/10 even though you already saw my rating for the episode for the introduction to this post but whatever.

#inanimate insanity #II #inanimate insanify invitational #II 3 #cj rambles #no I'm not tagging everyone I mentioned

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spookyjudgement · 3 years

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GBBO 2020 reactions episode 10: the finale! Wow it goes by quickly doesn’t it!

Gah don’t make me miss the other contestants. We’re not gonna get to see them at the end of the season this time.

Are custard slices a thing? I’ve never heard of them but I’m not a British baker.

Is it hot in the tent again??? Bullshit, what a nightmare.

OH GOD I JUST REALIZED DAVE HAS BEEN AWAY FROM HIS PREGNANT WIFE FOR THIS WHOLE THING THAT’S SO MUCH

Of course, Peter doing two flavors. Overachiever child! Also Peter’s family sounds so scripted lol. Matt giving Peter a reality check wrt his future fame at university. Boy, most bake off contestants have agents and shit, better get used to the idea of it!

Laura’s call is also super scripted. Are these calls? Or pre-recorded videos? Also why does Noel still have Mr. Spoon!

Ughhh nervous for the setting reveals. Oh no...Laura :’(

Wobbly lines are the trend these days!

Walnut...whirls. What is this? To do in two hours????

Oh please, they TOTALLY could have predicted the temperature. Since when has the tent been cool? Shut up Paul and Prue.

It’s making me nervous that they all seem fairly unfamiliar with sablé biscuits.

“Hello Mr. Spoon”, Peter sounded so ridiculously formal addressing it.

God it’s so hot, they have to swap out towels/they’re so used to the towel routine at this point that they have a whole thing figured out.

It’s way too hot for the marshmallow. And for the tempering. This is not fair to them at a l l.

I thought Dave’s method was scary but looking at the swirl definition he got, he may have had the right idea. Honestly I’m surprised they managed to finish them at all!

What is a colossal dessert tower? Reflection? Your personal experience? What is this, an essay in dessert form?

SEE Prue said “at the end of the term” there you go! It’s a school assessment!

Peter’s adding chaos? Incredible! What has the world come to!

Dave is gonna do things...he did poorly? This doesn’t sound like his best idea. It seems a little bit like a recipe for failure...oof oof oof

Skewwhiff? Whomst?

No rulers involved? I’m not Peter! Meanwhile, Peter in chaos land is forgetting what checkerboards.

Ohhhh they’re having a garden party with the crew! That’s nice for the crew :)

None of them seem ready for that 30 minute time call. Peter seems frantic and it’s unnerving.

We’re going for random vibes, PULL THROUGH LAURA and PETER!

Gotta say it’s a bit annoying watching Dave not help when he’s done. Oh the things bake off makes you expect. He did get Laura a cake card.

Laura flavor domination! Unsurprising. So their issue seems to be with the look overall rather than any of the bakes. She did well!!!!!

Peter achieved chaos. It really seems like he did a LOT, multiple flavors for everything!

Oh I hit goo, what a lovely thing to say. Unfortunate that the babkas and the choux didn’t turn out for Dave.

They’re trying to make this dramatic, it’s kind of cut by the fact that I know who once.

PETER! YOUTH DOMINATION! A LIFE OF BAKE OFF!

Why is Paul waxing poetic about flakes of puff pastry? Sir. Sir please. It was not that close.

2020 bake off, done and dusted!

#my post #the great british bake off #shut up rima

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thelionshoarde · 6 years

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to the unknown; mature; shance

scenes from a post-series space war epic that i will probably never actually write - anyway this is what happens when i read too much star trek au lol - rated mature

In the mess Lance grimaced at his dinner tray. With one hand he flicked the edge of the dinged metal, watching it rattle. Something gelatinous and vaguely green-colored jiggled in protest.

“I thought I left behind space goo,” he muttered. “God, I would actually kill for some mac’n’cheese.”

“Homemade or Kraft?” asked Matt.

Lance wrinkled his nose, looking up at the man diagonally across him, holo-displays arrayed about his own half-eaten dinner as he scrolled through cramped lines of glowing text. A lens in his glasses was cracked. The left, and Matt kept reaching his hand up to rub against his eyebrow, probably not even registering the pain of eye-strain, let alone the gesture itself.

“Either,” Lance admitted. “Hell, I’d toss you out of an airlock if it got me a single packet of string cheese, Holt. What’re you looking at?”

Ignoring the threat, Matt shrugged with an awkward, bird-like hunch of his shoulders. With the hand not pressing into his eye socket he grasped blindly for his spoon and scooped a bit of processed nutrients onto it. Lance watched it slip off the side with a grimace and roll of his stomach.

“Not sure yet. Let you know when I find out, though, if you haven’t killed me yet.”

“Deal,” Lance grinned.

Sharp, quick footsteps sounded out behind him. Lance felt his spine tense at the sound; only a soldier on a mission could sound quite like that, after all. He was entirely unsurprised when he found an Ensign hovering at this elbow, hesitant to interrupt.

“He’ll fuss if you don’t finish your dinner,” Matt said, voice mild with distraction.

Lance ignored him and the truth of that statement. Turning, he propped his cheek on a fist, elbow sliding onto the table and butting his tray away from him. He smiled crooked at the young woman standing in front of him, uniform neat. New recruit, probably; not yet worn down by the reality of her new station.

“Why, hello there. What can I do for you?”

She blinked, startled. “Ah. Your husband --”

Matt choked down a snort, badly. Lance’s eyebrows rose toward his hairline, grin growing. He watched as a mortified, mottled blush flooded her face. “Your -- I mean! The Captain requests your presence in his ready room,” she gasped, horrified.

It was always awkward when gossip got mixed into official business. Well, for others. Not for Lance. Lance ate that shit up like a five-star meal.

“Mm,” he hummed. “My husband wants to see me, does he? And in the ready room? Goodness, goodness.”

“Lieutenant Commander McClain,” the Ensign croaked out, nearly quivering. “I apologize. I didn’t mean --”

“It’s fine,” Lance said, flapping his free hand at her. “What was your name, Ensign?”

“Adams,” she squeaked.

“Thank you, Ensign Adams. Back to your post, then. I’ll go and see what’s bothering sweet cheeks.”

The Ensign made a strangled noise, swaying where she stood.

“You’ll get used to him,” Matt offered. Then he hesitated before admitting, “Maybe. Hopefully? Okay, probably not. He’s a mess. But hey, if you’re hungry, he’s not going to finish his food, you know. You’re, hmm. Very pretty for an Ensign, miss. What was your first name, again?”

Lance dropped his fist, turning to stare incredulously at his lead scientist who was gazing with open admiration at a woman nearly half his age and no where near his ranking. “You are forty years old, old man.”

“But I’m not dead,” Matt said, voice plaintive. Jesus, Lance hoped he hadn’t been that -- no, he had definitely been that bad. Ugh.

Lance said, voice clipped and professional, but deliberately warm, “Dismissed, Enisgn Adams. And if this grandpa tries to bother you come straight to me and I’ll toss his ass out of the airlock, understood?”

She nodded frantically and -- smart woman -- escaped before they could say anything else. Matt made a displeased noise. “Marriage has changed you, McClain.”

Lance snorted. “Sure, it wouldn’t have anything to do with age, and the passing of time, and the appearance of maturity. Or, you know, a war we’ve been fighting for --”

“Shut uuup,” Matt said, letting his spoon fall into his goo with a splat.

“-- what, a decade? An eternity? Ugh, yes, blame it all on monogamy, that’s the ticket.” Lance sniffed, and rose from his chair. “Have fun with your reports, Commander. I am going to go and see my husband. And possibly get some. If I’m very lucky and very, very naughty.”

“Blatant insubordination, Lieutenant Commander.”

“Sure, sure,” Lance muttered as he ambled away. He heard the scrape of his tray against the table as Matt commandeered it. “Doesn’t even blink at the death threats -- but the mention that I’ve got a real sex life? Suddenly it’s all business, no fun.”

He grinned, and hurried through the halls to the Captain’s ready room.

* * *

“I’m getting too old for this,” Shiro sighs, unzipping a boot and letting it fall to the floor with a hollow thunk. “What’s the official age of being Too Old For This Shit, anyway? Forty-five? Fifty? Seventy-three and a half?”

“Oddly specific,” Lance calls back, squinting at the dark shadows beneath his eyes beneath the clouded mirror. “How about -- when we’re dead?”

“Oddly morbid.”

Lance listens to the thunk of the other boot, and then hears the small clink of Shiro unbuckling his belt. He purses his lips and angles his chin, examining the texture of his skin and despairing at what he finds. But there won’t be another shipment from Earth for a month, at least, and it is unlikely that even when the supplies arrived -- if they arrived; Lance tried not to deal in absolutes anymore -- his preferred facial cream wouldn’t be amongst them.

“Shiro,” he said, stepping back from the sink and tilting his head back to stare at the rusted rivets in the ceiling. They’re probably smoother than his skin at this point. “Shiro. I... am officially ugly.”

A loud snort comes from the bedroom.

“I mean it, Shirogane! My skin is -- ugh, I can’t go on like this. How can you love me with a face this hideous? My skin is so dry, I think I might already be dead. A mummy! Just bits of me flaking off, now, all my early glory lost to the annals of time, and -- SHUT UP, SHIRO, I’M BEING DRAMATIC.”

“You’re being absurd,” Shiro corrects, voice much closer, now. Lance tips his head back far enough that he can make Shiro out. He is standing just inside the door to the bathroom, broad shoulders taking up the space. He’s grinning. He’s also shirtless and pantsless and covered in scars and space-pale and beautiful.

“You’re space-crazy,” Lance says, still staring at him upside down. “This post has made you nuts, bud, or you’ve gone blind. It’s the only reasonable explanation.”

“Or,” says Shiro, nearly patient; the fuzzy edge of his voice betrays his amusement, however, “you’re being overly dramatic, because you are still the most beautiful being I’ve ever laid eyes on, Lance.”

“Hnn.”

Shiro comes closer, kissing Lance’s hairline. “Come to bed,” he murmurs. “Let me prove it.”

The position is making him dizzy, his heart pounds; that, and the promise in Shiro’s voice, the warmth of his lips against Lance’s skin. He lets his eyes close in a soft sigh, and surrenders.

* * *

“Raptor-7 locked on to target, go for engagement.”

“Copy that, Raptor-7,” said Lance, fingers rolling against the controls of his B-Ray, gloves crinkling with the motion. His vid-screen showed a vista of stars and darkness lit up with tightly furled clouds of red-orange-yellow fire; the blurred, twin yellow lights of other B-Rays cut through the dwindling ranks of Y’ks Hex Fighters, leaving hazy streaks that faded and dwindled as they assumed positions.

“Raptor-3 locked on target! Go for engagement!”

“Raptor-12 is locked and loaded, squad leader! Go for engagement.”

“Acknowledged, Raptor-3, Raptor-12. What’s your status Raptor-4? And -- Oi! Watch your flank, Raptor-11, shake that Hex before --”

A new explosion bloomed like a silent firework on the edge of his vid-screen. The monitor to his left, near his elbow, that kept track of all the ships in his squadron beeped, alerting him to the destruction of one of his own. Lance could feel the way the skin of his face tightened, but he hadn’t the time to flinch, or even to curse.

“Hold your positions, kiddos,” he barked into his com, seeing the way two Hex Fighters were trying to cut Raptor-6 from the pack. With an almost insolent tilt of his controls, Lance felt his B-Ray curve into motion, picking up speed. “And kill any bastard that comes near, you hear me? Raptor-6, evasive maneuver Alpha-Gold!”

“Copy that, Raptor-Daddy!”

Lance squawked, coming up beneath the two engaged Hex Fighters just as Raptor-6 did an impressive corkscrew back the way she’d come. Lance fired as the enemy attempted to engage, slowing as they pulled up and reversed course, blue energy trails going fat and sluggish against the black.

“That is definitely not appropriate,” Lance said, breathless as the two ships exploded and Raptor-6 soared free. “...I like it, keep calling me that. Best designation, ever!”

A crackle in the cockpit announced a private line from command; Lance grinned, heart pounding. Sweat was pooling down his spine, his neck felt tight, tense at the base of his skull. But he had no time for fear or worry or admittance of the two. “Uh oh,” he told his squad. “Looks like Daddy’s in trouble.”

“Whups,” chirped Raptor-6, entirely unapologetic.

“McClain,” barked Iverson’s voice, stern. “Is now really the time for this foolishness? Haven’t you a job to be doing? Do you want to die? You’ve already lost --”

“Oh, no!” Lance yelped, lifting a leg to aim for the comm control with his knee. “I think I’m having interference! Talk to you later, Admiral, so sorry, you know how much I love these little chats of ours!”

“MCCLAIN,” roared Iverson, before Lance had the outside comm cut off.

It was just him and his squad, now, in the black of space far from home. He said, “Listen up, kiddos. That is a Y’ks Model Signa Cruiser, fully combat-ready. You all know its weaknesses. We can’t let that fucker past Saturn, you hear?”

A chorus of grim but heartfelt acknowledges reached him.

Lance grinned, feeling his pulse race just as he reclaimed his position. Beyond the few straggling Hex Fighters loomed the massive, bulbous bulk of a ship armed with enough explosives to rip apart a planet. From its side streamed more Hex Fighters. They had to take it down before the enemy was able to replenish its ranks sufficiently.

Sorry, he thought, sparing a moment to press a gloved thumb against the picture tucked into his console, but refusing to look at it. Instead, he kept his eyes on the prize.

“Go time, my darlings,” he murmured into the comm. As he gunned the engine, streaking forward with his fellow pilots trying to match his pace as they rushed the enemy line, Lance couldn’t help but grin.

#hff #thanks to the star trek fic that birthed this asshole of a fic #ugh #shance #fic: to the unknown #my fic #matt & lance #space husbands #space war au #it took them a long time to get there tho #the freaking hc i came up with for this fic i can't even #vld #voltron

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