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literaryavenger · 5 months

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Hiii, I saw you asked for one-shot suggestions and I was thinking of something domestic and fuffly, a lazy morning with them not wanting to wake up and get up, things like that.

Sorry the request wasn't good, it's the first time I've made suggestions, but I appreciate your work 💕

I wrote this so quickly that I'm surprised my fingers could keep up with my brain, lol. Thank you for the request! I always appreciate some inspiration, and thank you for reading my stories!❤️

Also keep in mind it's like 2:30 am, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I did my best to catch them all.

Mornings Like This

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of YN. Language. Nothing more, just fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

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One thing Bucky never thought he'd have was a chance at a normal life.

Before even the war, Hydra and everything that followed he didn’t think he’d be lucky enough to find a girl that loved him enough to build a life with him.

Now in the 21st century, the super soldier felt more out of place than ever.

Going from one fight after the other was exhausting, even if he was fighting with the people he came to think of as family, Tony included.

It still didn’t change the fact that he was tired, the kind of tired sleep can’t fix.

That’s why, right now, he can’t help but be grateful as he wakes up with you in his arms.

For Bucky, you’re everything. You’re his best friend, his most trusted teammate, you’re his hope, his dream, his angel sent by God himself.

You’re the person he trusts with every part of himself, he knows you’d never judge him, you always believe in him and you’re not afraid to call him out.

He can always trust you to be honest.

You’re the love of his life, his future. You’re the calm he’s been looking for his whole life. He still considers the day he met you the happiest of his life, and there’s not a day that goes by where he doesn’t remind you all of this.

Bucky opens his eyes slowly, still fighting to sleep a little longer, but as soon as he sees your face inches away from his he knows it's a losing fight.

He can’t help but smile as he watches your face in the most relaxed state, trying to commit every inch of it to memory just like he does every morning.

Today is one of those rare days where neither of you have anything to do; no training, no missions, no briefings, no outings.

A normal day where you can just be lazy like normal people do. Bucky lives for days like these, starting with one of his favorite activities: shamelessly staring at you.

"Are you watching me sleep, you little creep?" you say, not opening your eyes with a smile starting to form on your face.

"You bet your ass I am." He says proudly.

"Careful or I’ll tell Steve you used a bad word." At the sound of his laugh you can't help but open your eyes and the sight in front of you was nothing short of glorious.

Your super soldier boyfriend, shirtless, with a smile that could light up all of the stars in the sky looking at you like you hung up those stars just for him.

At this point you’ve woken up next to him more times than you can count, hundreds, maybe thousands, but this sight right in front of you never fails to knock the breath out of your lungs.

"Who’s the little creep staring now, huh?" he teases with a goofy grin.

"Can you blame me when my boyfriend is so pretty?" you see his cheeks getting pink and decide to tease him a little bit more.

"Awwe, my pretty baby’s blushing!" he groans as his face gets redder and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, while you keep cooing at him.

"Stooop." he says, his voice muffled. You’re laughing when suddenly he’s on top of you, tickling your sides.

"Say you’re sorry!" he says over and over while laughing, never relenting on his vicious attack.

"Never!" you're practically squealing at this point, tears coming down your eyes because of how much you're laughing.

"I can do this all day, doll!" and you know he could, so you finally give in.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, okay, just stop!" that seems to satisfy him as he stops tickling you but doesn't move away from on top of you.

Instead he starts peppering kisses all over your face, barely giving you enough time to catch your breath. "Bucky!" you can do nothing more than laugh, and the melodic sound is just an incentive for him to keep going.

Finally he starts slowing down, giving you one last kiss on the lips. But before he could pull away, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you and deepening the kiss. He hummed into the kiss and after a few moments you let go of each other.

"Good morning, angel." he says while looking down at you with the sweetest smile.

"Good morning, handsome." you answer with a smile matching his.

He rolls off of you, but doesn't go very far as he pulls you basically on top of him and wraps his arms tightly around you. "Buck, I can barely breathe."

He shrugs. "You don’t need to breathe."

"Trust me, I do." you giggle while he loosen his hold on you. You feel him sight under you, so you raise your head to look him in the eye "Everything okay, baby?"

His eyes meet yours as he answers "Everything’s perfect, bunny. I wish we could stay like this forever…"

You can't help but smile at him. "Me too, honey…" but your smile falters a little when you glance at the clock on the bedside table.

"I hate to ruin the moment, but I have to get up." you try to get out of his arms, but he just holds onto you tighter, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Where are you going?" He gives you an adorable pout and you almost give up on your attempts to get up, not that they were going anywhere in any case.

"I might’ve told Tony I’d help him test his new gadgets." you say with a sheepish smile.

"C’mon sweets, you can do that any day, just stay here with me a little longer." he almost whines, shuffling a little so you're on your sides and he buries his face in your neck, yet again.

"Buck, I promised him! I can’t just not show up." you chuckle at his almost childish behavior, glad that he feels comfortable enough around you to act like this.

"There’s no way I’m gonna let you get up to go test Tony’s death traps." His muffled words only make you laugh more.

"And what are you gonna do to keep me here, huh?" you challenge, as if you had any other choice with his tight grip on you.

He took his head away from your neck and looked at you for a few seconds before almost yelling "Hey Friday, can you let Tony know that miss YLN won’t be joining him today? Thank you." he has a victorious look on his face while the AI said "Certainly, Sergeant Barnes."

You groan and this time it's your turn to bury your face in his chest. "I knew teaching you to use Friday would come back to bite me in the ass." you can feel his laughter from deep in his chest and the kiss he plants on the top of your head makes you smile against his skin.

"C’mon angel, let me see your pretty face." you can feel your face heating up but you look at him nonetheless. "There she is."

Bucky kisses the tip of your nose and laughs when you make a face at him that's supposed to be annoyed but he thinks it's just adorable.

"I love you, doll" He says after a few moments of silence. "I know I tell you everyday, but I can’t help it. I’m the luckiest man in the world to get to hold you and kiss you and love you and I’ll never stop doing it for as long as you allow me to."

You're about to cry, so, obviously, you have to ruin the moment "Fine! I’ll stay in bed with you, just stop being so damn sweet." he laughs at your joke, but you're melting inside so you decide to give him a serious answer.

You put both your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. "I love you too, Bucky. I appreciate everything you do for me and I’ll never not want you in my life. You’re the love of my life, my soulmate. You’re it for me. I’m sorry but you’re stuck with me."

He smiles and kisses you again. "I can live with that."

You're about to kiss him again when suddenly there's a loud knock at the door. You and Bucky look at each other, confused, until you hear a voice yelling behind the door.

"YN YLN WHAT DOES IT MEAN YOU’RE NOT GONNA HELP ME?! YOU PROMISED!" Tony keeps whining through the door as Bucky groans and throws his head back into the pillow in frustration, while you laugh at both the men’s antics.

You give Bucky a quick kiss before getting up. "This is your fault, you know." you tell him as you move towards the door, but before you can answer you get hit by a pillow on your back.

You look back to see Bucky laughing his ass off at the shocked look on your face.

God, he’s lucky you love him.

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r0-boat · 7 months

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Hello. I’d like to request morax x reader where reader is a former adeptus and also morax/zhongli’s wife (both in the past and present). xiao and ganyu being their children. a family fluff fic pls🙏 maybe they adopt hutao and qiqi as well:))

This is super cute! So I thought of this drabble where Adeptus!reader visits Liyue Harbor for the lantern right for the first time in a long time after waking up from a long slumber. So it's a very cute little family reunion.

Disclaimer: Reader is described with horns and a tail and is implied to be a dragon but it is only in a flashback and they lose all Adepti attributes.

I hope you like it!

Edit: I started writing and then I lost it and I may or may not have written a little too much~.

Lantern Rite Reunion.

Cw: ooc Xiao( just very awkward)

Fluff

found family reunion

Zhongli x reader pairing ( with Hu Tao, Xiao, Ganyu)

Sfw cut for length

503 years. This year would be 504 since you laid down every ounce of your strength to protect your home. Since you said goodbye to your husband, he carried you're almost limp body Into Your Den to Slumber to gain your strength slowly? You wonder if he still remembers your final words to him. " I will return in time to celebrate among the Golden Glow of the Xiao lanterns... that year will be the year of us... will you be there?" You asked. And your husband is carrying you in his arms. As his tail moves around him to wrap around yours, giving you comfort, those golden eyes growing soft as his heart, seeing his wife in such a state, though he had wished you had not made your decision to take part in the war, he will not let your sacrifice be in vain. Morax is leaning in close, his horns tapping against yours as his nose gently brushes against your face. Whispers his promise, " I will, I will wait centuries for you. However long it takes, I will be there, and every year, as I look at the lanterns shining brighter than the Stars and you are not in my arms, you will be the only one on my mind."

A memory that felt like a dream. A dream that you'd never forgotten.

The cool air blowing into your den and the warm sunlight made your eyes flutter. The barrier that kept the outside world did well, keeping you safe and secure as you slumbered for 500 years as you awoke. Your Adeptal space being untouched the sheets pillows and cushions of your nest with the mattress underneath still nice cool and clean. Guaranteeing you a sound slumber. Even as the walls and pillars of your small Temple of worship, your nest would remain untouched.

However you will no longer be needing it. Slowly you rise in the silk comfort of the sheets, stretching groggy from having just walked out but energized by the sealed opening, letting in the light as you look out of the comfort of your abode. From all these years of sleeping recovering from the war your wounds had healed, yet you are still weak. Your previous horns and tail were nowhere to be found when you stepped out of your nest. As you stepped forward you used your remaining Adeptel energy to seal your den. When you stepped out onto the grass of the outside world.

You took in the view in front of you. There were no bodies, no smoke, no vicious monsters, nor the Clashing of weapons, just the sound of the wind wrestling the grass and the leaves, and the fresh scent of the earth. You knew you'd be asleep for a long time and you were curious to see how much things changed, and, more importantly, you wanted to see him.

Zhongli seemed a little different today Hu tao being as clever and sharp as she was picked up on it almost immediately his dazed off look and it seem that something was on his mind. Well... something was always on his mind, but this time, he was unusually distracted. Gazing out at the people preparing the decorations and stalls for this year's Lantern Rite or becoming uncharacteristically quiet. She wanted to know, but she couldn't just ask. Zhongli would just be irritated and tell her off for being nosy. And besides whatever it was seems serious. Especially since she hadn't heard a word from him since yesterday besides an occasional sigh.

Around this time of year the funeral parlor it's not usually dealing with clients and mostly helping and participating in Lantern Rite. And she was boooored and combined with Zhongli s normal mysteriousness she had to know what was bothering him. Could It Be Love trouble? Judging by his look of longing in his eyes yet head in the clouds. She never thought Grandpa could get it... could it be a girlfriend? A boyfriend?!... maybe she reads too many drama novels.

She couldn't help it knowing some juicy action is around the corner was killing her she had to know! Creeping up behind him and almost startling him with her voice " Soooo Mr. Zhongli, whatcha doing for this year's Lantern Rite?"

Zhongli with that glazed overlooking his eyes just hummed continuing to drink his tea. He remained quiet until, "I'm going to watch it with someone important to me."

Hutao kept the straight face as she screamed with joy on the inside. "ooh~ is it a girlfriend~," she couldn't help it the look of irritation on his face was priceless. But the fact he did not answer the correct made her internally lose her mind. She has to meet this person. She has to meet the love interest of mysterious, smooth, talking, know-it-all Zhongli.

You were fascinated to see how the world had changed. Everything looked so peaceful, so quiet yet teaming with life. The golden leaves of the trees the next Sun casting It Shine over the Waters of Dihua Marsh. Occasionally finding broken down relics of old or traveling humans possibly traveling to and from the nation of the Wind. Instead of the rock where you and your husband had many fond memories in place of it was a building unfamiliar to you. Built over and using the rock as structure. Your heart hurts knowing that an essential piece of your memories when through such change to the fact you almost barely recognized it, but you knew it could not be helped. The memories have gazing out into the stars and holding each other close upon that rock still fresh in your mind as you make your way over to the building in the distance.

It had been a long time but he had not forgotten your face the person he fought alongside and just a few people who helped him ease the pain of his karmatic debt. You are gentle and kind loving yet Stern. You saw the yaksha's as your children as they always come to you with guidance opening up to you at their most vulnerable when a fellow member was lost or to help quell pain of their own debts.

Rex lapis it's not only optimistic about your circumstances but hopeful that you'll one day come back to him he however, the last yaksha who has witnessed his own friends slowly become insane and or die was less bright the moment he watched his Lord how far bring you to your den he knew that was your tomb. So upon hearing your voice and seeing you, it was almost as if you saw a ghost talking to the owner of the end. He appeared right in front of the two startling poor Mrs. Goldet. He thought his eyes are playing tricks on him he had to see get a closer look at the person standing right there in front of him and you who hadn't seen anyone familiar since the day you laid to rest your eyes sparkled as they whined; looking at not only one of the yakshas you loved so dearly but the youngest, and to you, your baby.

"Xiao!" You yelled as the Yaksha braced for impact as you wrapped your arms around him clenching his teeth Xiao felt the embarrassment already rising to his face. You really did have no shame with public displays of affection in front of people. But it was still his Lord's wife even though the Lord he knew no longer existed he'd rather die on the spot then be rude no matter how embarrassing you could be.

"M-my Leige! Please!" Xiao practically begged.

"Another one of your friends?" Mrs. Goldet Asked. She couldn't help with her smile all this time she knew the adeptus he had always been alone but now he surrounded by so many loved ones.

Xiao already in a tough situation stumbling over his words. Just recently he didn't even know you were alive but now here you are holding him again.

You were just happy to see a friendly face for so long. Finally letting go of the Poor Man you turn to the owner's wife "Are you friends with Xiao? He has trouble making friends thank you so much for being there with him!"

Xiao wished the embarrassment would end putting a hand to his face. As the two of you talked like gossiping mothers.

Untill

"now I just need to find Rex Lapis."

His eyes widen. As Mrs. Goldet looks at you with confusion.

"Oh? Did you not know...? Rex lapis is no longer here."

Your smile died the moment she said those words. No longer here, what was she talking about? Your eyebrows furrowed with worry, your heart practically stopped. You wanted to press her with more questions but Xiao had other ideas.

" Lantern Rite." He spoke up, hoping he could steer your attention. " it has been a long time since many people gather in Lyiue Harbor for lanterns. Perhaps you could see old friends again. Are you coming?"

You stayed silent for a moment glancing back at the woman you couldn't help but get the sinking feeling of what she said to you. Even as you had Xiao escort you to the city.

The wangsheng funeral parlor closed early that evening since the night of Lantern Rite drew closer.

Zhongli strolled the streets of Liyue, thinking that a walk might clear his head. However with a certain someone trailing behind him it was going to be very hard to gather his thoughts.

"Mr. Zhongli!" Hu Tao called out. " who's the lucky someone~."

The former archon sighed. He could already feel the migraine coming. "Ms. Hu tao, what are you talking about?"

" Don't play dumb with me, Mr. Ladies Man~ or perhaps Gentelmens man? How could you leave me in the dark like this?!"

Zhongli already had lots of things to worry about he already had things on his mind the director is not someone he wants to be dealing with right now but alas he knows Hu Tao... and he already let it slip something so juicy that she couldn't possibly resist. "Director, I failed to understand why the topic of me spending a holiday with somebody catches your interest."

Hu Tao finally catching up too her coworker rushes ahead of him only to turn around and continue walking with her back facing forward "But it is! Ah, My Zhongli it seems that it was only yesterday when I first hired you and now look at you, a person of your own they grow up so fast..." she said wiping an invisible tear from her eye.

" do they live around here?"

Questions questions... and he knew she wasn't going to stop until she had the information she wanted and he knew that he would only make himself more suspicious if he kept more from her... at the same time....

"er... No not exactly."

"Oh? Are they perhaps visiting? I have to say a person to catch your eye must be someone really special."

Zhongli kept his cool even with Hu Tao on her usual antics.

"yes. I suppose they are special to me anyway. I have not seen them in a long time. So I'm a little on edge."

Aww her poor heart. Peepaw hadn't seen his lover in a long time so he's nervous. She couldn't watch this poor man struggle with his inner thoughts and not lend a helping hand.

" Don't worry, Mr. Zhongli! I will help you get ready for your date tonight!!" She said with a cocky grin.

This did not help to ease his worries.

The city was all but a small town the last time you were here. But now as your shoes clacked against the paved roads and as you look around and all at the tall buildings as you let the Vigilant Yaksha practically pull you through the city. The lights lighting up the night and the bustling atmosphere the happy smiles and everyone's faces. But in the crowd of people you couldn't find your lover. Your heart shakes with anxiety as you feel they might release the lanterns and you might spend another year without him as you slumbering alone for 500 years.

While the two of you were in the city streets unbeknownst to you your lover was closer than you think. In a nearby shop with Hu Tao instead of his usual suit he was wearing something luxurious, yet traditional to Liyue fashion

" director if I may, this seems quite excessive." Zhongi said, making sure he stood still in the clothing. Usually he would be more adamant but his boss did agree to pay for this... even so how serious Hu Tao seem to be was making him worry... Zhongli was about to see his wife after 500 years... so much to say to them. So much time he could have spent. And the thought that plagued him most.

Would she even recognize him?

The Qixing had worked tirelessly tirelessly and made sure everything was in order. Emphasis on the tirelessly . Poor Ganyu who had been slaving away all day and most of the night...

this was unfair! this was Coco goat abuse but sadly, she was far too busy:

She had meetings with the vendors.

She had to check the schedules and be sure that everything will go off on time.

Make sure there are no problems with the lanterns.

Make sure no fishing boats or shipments come in tonight and reschedule them for tomorrow.

Schedule a meeting with Bubu Pharmacy and make sure they were prepared for tonight just in case accidents do happen- her schedule was all but free.

Ganyu wasn't even sure that she'll even see the lanterns herself this year, judging by how big this one will be.

And when she thought she was finally getting a break.

" hey Ganyu!" The scarily Familiar voice calls her name.

Hu tao with Mrs. Zhongli In toe who was a lot more well-dressed than he normally was.

"Ah, Hu Tao..." Ganyu sighed. " I apologize but I'm not sure if I'll have time to hang out tonight-"

" no Ganyu we need your help!" Hu Tao Cut Her Off pulling the sleeve of a very embarrassed looking employee. " they're about to release the lanterns but Zhongli is looking for his wife to reunite with her tonight!" Hu Tao practically shouted spilling everything to the Adepti. Ganyu's eyes widen her heart racing so many questions were in her mind. But asking Hu Tao will have to come later.

"O-oh ok. Mrs. Zhongli! Do you know what they look like?"

Zhongli unable to look her in the eyes answered. " yes I remember her as vividly as I did when I had to say goodbye."

Ganyu and Hu tao's Hearts squeezed at that listening to Zhongli give a description of you. About your charming smile and you're glowing features your gentle soft skin.

Xiao usually spend each Lantern Rite away from the crowd but you had insisted and wanting to find your husband. He stayed close to your side as he tried to find a Faraway yet clear spot to watch as they release the first Lantern they have spent all afternoon in the city looking.

"Are you well?" Xiao asked noticing you're deflated look. You have a lot of conflicting feelings. You knew you could just look for him tomorrow... however you are selfish wanting to spend this year's Lantern right with him even though there could be next year and the year before that-

"I am Xiao... Thank you." You forced yourself to say.

Xiao only recently had somebody in his life that he cared deeply so now he could sympathize with your longing to be with him. " We will find him." He reassured you.

Before you could open your mouth to speak Xiao's eyes darted behind you, those golden eyes widened as you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.

When you turned it was like the world had stopped. Three people stood behind you but you cared little for the two girls beside the man you were looking at. In his gold and brown traditional clothing and his long hair it was almost as if you fell in love all over again. He was different he was human but you knew.

Zhongli I felt similarly seeing you in the crowd before the girls tugged him you his heartfelt lighter a nervousness he hadn't felt since he first laid his eyes upon you. Almost hesitants filters being but the two girls wouldn't let up practically dragging him toward you.

Silent he approached you. The glow of the lanterns highlighting his features as his eyes shined like Cor lapis. In that moment nothing mattered cheers of the crowd were drowned out the glow of the lanterns were blury as his hand caressed your cheek he whispered

"you're just as beautiful as the day I lost you."

In that moment you remembered what that woman said to you. You are not stupid not once did you believe that the god of contracts and one who withstood many countless battles could be killed so easily. And even so, you realize he is alive here, and real tears flow down your face.

That night, you and him were the only ones who didn't get to watch the lanterns, but you did spend it in each other's arms.

Qi qi slept at night because it was past her bedtime

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louisisalarrie · 1 month

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whats your theory about a failed coming out?

like was larry going to come out during 1D, or has louis/harry attempted to come out since

heeeeelllloooooo lovely. happy to see you here again!!

I’m gonna go into this in a little more context this time round because I’ve gotten this question a couple of times now, and am more than happy to share my thoughts. just a disclaimer that the theory I’m going to share, is what I personally believe happened, but is not rock solid proof, but does make a lot of sense. You’re all free to make up your own mind about this, open to discussion, but no one be hateful pls.

starrysaturdays and the anon who asked me earlier today about this, welcome to the show.

This post by caralara really opened my eyes and thoughts to what could’ve gone down. I seriously think it’s a possibility, and the timeline matches up, and at the time… we all really believed that we were coming super close to a coming out. Harry was becoming more flamboyant, ran with the rainbow flag, “not that important”, “don’t knock it til ya try it”, RBB and SBB and the countdown of bears “coming out of hibernation”, Belfast, the big gay war, everything. 2015 was a wild year, as we all know, and Larry were able to communicate to each other more publicly again, and yeah. We were optimistic.

That post I linked is in no way blaming zayn, like, the man needed to do what he needed to do. But it’s a major play into the brand of One Direction and having a coming out after zayn leaving is one scandal after another. It blew up too big, and PR wouldn’t have been able to handle it. They believed they’d lose a lot of the fanbase, and everything would’ve looked super chaotic and messy if it did happen. It was truly a spanner in the works of the master plan. If the boys had signed on again, there were probably some promises of coming out, too.

But I do think that Harry was meant to come out as bisexual (regardless of what his sexuality genuinely is, but it’s the safest bet for management not outing his stunts while the band is still together, and he genuinely could be bi), and the best way to make sure Harry can come out but not give Larry fans more ammo was setting louis up with a kid. Party Boy Louis™️ as we called him. They couldn’t possibly be together, even though Harry wasn’t straight. Ya know?

So anyway, I think the post I linked explains it all and I think, if this is what went down, it definitely caused a big rift between Harry and louis and zayn and that’s why louis wouldn’t forgive him for so long and said they weren’t ready to talk about what happened etc. Idk, to me, the tension there seemed more than just about how much louis loved 1d.

Anyway, moving on to your question about attempted coming outs, I think Harry is somewhat out. He’s been very ambiguous about his sexuality, and it’s a smart move. The whole Xarry thing was a good example of this (apart from the fact harries like to pretend 1d never existed so they won’t even look into it). It keeps his fanbase onboard with believing that he’ll fall in love with them because he’s never said he’s not into their gender. It’s a standard PR move, but easier to move into a full coming out and a label if he so chooses to. Before they do that though, they are genuinely going to have to start seeding a stunt with someone who does not identify as female, otherwise people are just gonna keep saying he’s queerbaiting. A lot of people already do believe that, and he’s lost fans from it. But, they’ll probably believe that being publicly with a man would be the stunt. So I guess either way he’s gonna lose, but it’s a bit safer it is the way now. I do see a proper coming out for him sometime in the future, whether or not he’ll label it, something more concrete will happen. But I think he’ll be out solo, before he’s out with louis. He’s halfway there.

Louis hasn’t really attempted a coming out at all. I think he’s happy just doing what he’s doing, but is open to coming out when the time is right, and I think he’ll only do it with Harry. I don’t think he’d come out solo. He doesn’t have the brand for it, and with a smaller fanbase (and the chaos we’ve seen of Louies vouching for his straightness and bbg being real) he’s gonna lose some fans and it’s gonna impact him a lot more than Harry, and bbg does affect this too.

If louis does come out, I don’t think it means necessarily that there will be an “end” to bbg, per se. Already we’ve seen less and less of that kid, apart from like 10 mins of louis’ doc and our annual Christmas family photo and a couple of tweets, it’s not shoved down our throats like it once was. You know why? Because bbg doesn’t serve its purpose anymore.

Louis doesn’t get that much press. He’s doing well, but if Harry had a kid, the press would neeeever shut up about it, even 8 years down the line. But bbg and F and B aren’t in the public eye anymore, and barely any of the GP would even know Louis had a kid by now. I was talking to a friend not in the industry about Louis the other day, and they were like “oh! I don’t know him. What’s the name of the one with the kid?” And I was like “… Zayn?” And they were like “Yeah!” Soooooo yeah. Bbg doesn’t get press, it doesn’t boost louis’ publicity, it just… doesn’t have a purpose anymore. And thank god it’s not shoved down our throats all the time still, but it’s also a bit of a backup plan. It’s sitting there, so if they need publicity of Louis being with his kid at his concert or something like that, it’ll make some headlines. It’ll also keep him straight when need be, and probably when Harry comes out we’ll see some kid content.

I’ve kind of weirdly come to terms recently with the fact that we might never see an end to bbg. It might just continue to slowly disappear. Even when Louis/Larry come out, he can just say he didn’t figure out his sexuality til later. That’s a totally valid thing and will be widely accepted as a reason for having a kid, and not because your management and PR team are filthy and set you up with one.

Anyway, I think S*mon felt really bad about bbg being extended after the shit show that was 2015, and that’s why he gave louis all those opportunities to get extra money and publicity on X Factor etc., and to maybe bribe him a bit to not out the stunts or take things into his own hands (like when he went holding hands with his female friend that he absolutely was not meant to do to get rid of relationship rumours with B and closer ties to bbg). That’s the only reason I can think of them acting like buddies now.

So yeah. Harry will come out first, then louis and Harry hanging out seeding etc. will happen, and then they’ll very veeeery slowly come out together. Unless the other shoe drops and they out S*mon and his cowards first, and lose all their money in a court case. We’ll wait and see.

Anyway sorry if this is a bit of an all over the shop ramble, I’m slightly hungover. But we need to just keep our eyes peeled. Things will happen slowly, but surely.

#anon #answered #bbg #stunts #starrysaturdays

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 1 year

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“desperate need to write more narvinromana you say??” 👀👀👀👀👀

so I don’t know if you want to stick to them in the later audios, *but* since the majority of your narvinromana fics *have* been post-Enemy Lines, I would be super interested to see how you write them in say, the time when Leela has left them on the alternate Gallifrey — maybe when she’s just left them, and they’re stuck together with just each other on this hostile world and are maybe stepping into their doubles offices and rooms for the first time? or them during the civil war — maybe between series 2 and 3, on the run from Pandora and Romana trying to figure out her plan of attack and Narvin having Opinions and the very fragile alliance they have — or maybe a moment post-Fractures when Romana is isolating herself and Narvin is trying to secure the Academy and maybe he tries to talk to her?

but also I love their specific dynamic in Time War so much and I always love more Time War narvinromana stories. I know you’ve already written a few TW3 snippets, but I am so interested in any fics about them in exile, when suddenly they aren’t President and Coordinator (or Chancellor) or Coordinator and Deputy Coordinator anymore. maybe a scene/moment between Nevernor and Unity (aka post-Nevernor from what you’ve heard) that’s exploring them just living together in this constantly-on-the-verge-of-malfunctioning TARDIS as they’re following Leela’s biodata trail and the impact of that situation on them and their relationship?

but really I will be interested in anything you write with them!! <33

HOW HAVE I NEVER WRITTEN S5 NARVINROMANA BEFORE

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There's an assassination attempt at least every other Tuesday, for Rassilon's sake — all of him, every regeneration, and the Rod and robes and blasted sandals as well — and Narvin cannot stop shaking. When Leela left, he thinks she took all their collective strength with her. Maybe she was their strength.

Either way, his hands shake near-constantly these days and a part of him longs for the Axis, lonely and desolate as it may have been. At least it was safe. At least they were together. With first Braxiatel, who admittedly, Narvin did not mourn as much as he could have, and now Leela gone as well, albeit in a much different way, thank goodness, there is half of them missing. It's like losing a limb, or a heart stalling.

Romana frowns, lines between her brows deeper than Narvin can read, whenever she sees him. She's cut her hair. Lady President Romanadvoratrelundar has only had hair this short, not even to her chin, once before, and it was a great many years ago on their own version of their planet; after Etra Prime, if Narvin, who was quietly puttering along in his own shadowy work at the time, remembers correctly. This is something they do not talk about.

They don't talk about Leela, either. They talk security, and reinforcements, and politics and plans. They do not talk about Romana's hair, which Narvin keeps finding himself staring at, or the deepening worry lines between her eyes, or Narvin's shaking hands. Sometimes, Romana's hands shake as well, like she's trying hard not to fall apart, and this, too, is something they don't discuss.

If Narvin is beginning to shred apart at the seams, then Romana is about to shatter. And if Romana shatters, then Narvin will be cut open, and neither of them will ever be whole again. (Neither of them is whole to begin with. They haven't been in a long time.)

So, just once, absolutely uncharacteristic much as he hates to admit it, Narvin takes a risk. There was another attempt on her life today and as common as it is, Romana is shaking despite her own composure. The two of them are composed of contradictions. She's perched on the edge of her desk, Narvin sitting in the chair itself, which somehow seems both backwards and completely correct. Her hands are shaking and she's pretending they aren't, except that she keeps combing through her short hair, can't keep still.

Narvin catches her hand as it drops from the back of her head and for the first time this entire evening, since the sudden rush of panic and immediacy that followed her nearly being killed, again, they both are still. Romana stares at him, for just a moment, eyes wide but the worry lines disappearing, and then squeezes his hand back. Wraps his hand in both of hers until he brings the other one up to join it and closes his eyes, feeling her double-pulse in her wrists and the cold solidity of her touch. They may not be whole, but they are both here. Romana is alive; this is what matters most of all.

He wishes he trusted the guards who watch over her. He wishes he could watch over her himself, so for now, he does just that. Holds her hands for as long as she will allow and maintains the pretense of conversation when she finally pulls away so that he has an excuse to walk her to her quarters. Were he more of a courageous man he might take one of her hands again, carefully kiss her knuckles. But, no, Narvin is a coward, and they are barely friends. But they're all each other has. Sometimes, their hands shake.

#losing my mind over them again aldjskjfkajfskdhak #Lu rambles #asks #Lu writes #dweu #gallifrey #narvinromana #this is wholly unedited and i wrote it in under half an hour. i hope it's decent #if you see me constantly nodding to LTBM... yeah 😅

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fwwm · 10 months

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red and/or blue (this is how you lose the time war) for the character bingo !! :D

This is How You Lose the Time War is a story between Red and Blue. The two women are agents of warring entities; Red is a cybernetically enhanced super soldier operating under the Agency, a society manufactured from the heart of the great computer known only as “Commandant.” On the flip side, Garden is a growing collective consciousness in the form of a fungus tree, and Blue is its changeling scion turned paladin. Red and Blue travel through and bend timelines, or “strands”, to create a reality where their respective realms are dominant. The novel begins with an ill-intended letter from Blue and an unexpected response from Red, beginning a taunting, curious, and later intimate correspondence between the women as things fall apart.

Time War is epistolary science fiction. The novella complements its strict structure with fleshy, melodic language. Such as when the text says, “But when I think of you, I want to be alone together. I want to strive against and for. I want to live in contact. I want to be a context for you, and you for me.” Red and Blue’s letters to each other read like beating hearts- viscerally raw, their pulsating rhythm guides the reader through a cat-and-mouse game across strands of time. Messages are left in the rings of a tree destined to be cut down by the Mongols, in the innards of a whacked seal (a horrifying play on waxed seal), in the flowing lava of one of many sinking Atlantises. What one girl cultures, the other destroys; and by the time one future is eradicated another has already been seeded. Time War’s sci-fi setting is filled out by narrative sections seamlessly blending fact and the absurd. The Londons are just as much a physical place as the aforementioned Atlantises. Pilgrims to a labyrinth of bones created by the first snake are as tangible a group as the aforementioned Mongols. Wars and great men are footnotes to the designs prophesized for seemingly insignificant people. After Red hijacks a war in her Agency’s favor the text reads:

One spared life might be worth more to the other side than all the blood that stained Red’s hands today. A fugitive becomes a queen or a scientist, or, worse, a poet. Or her child does, or a smuggler she trades jackets within some distance spaceport. And all this blood for nothing.

The novel’s science fiction reflects the structure of its narrative. Just as the strands of time are non-linear and dependent on the person, Time War fully abandons genre fiction’s bias towards grand plot-driven epics in favor of an intimate love ballad- a window into two people’s struggle to accept the self and the other. Blue and Red are the best at their jobs and they are completely alone. Initially, the women believe each other to be a dreaded alien. A being incapable of existing in the same room as them, incapable of knowing them. But her curiosity gets the better of her; Blue asks Red if and how she eats. And then she asks Red if she knows hunger.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre / The falcon cannot hear the falconer.

Hunger is the omnipresent catalyst of this apocalypse. Red is a soldier, a remote mechanism in the clutches of a much larger machine. Her body, deisgned to endure, has no need for food; yet still her voracity knows no bounds. Red remarks that Commandent is suspicious of those who eat. At it’s core, her interest in food is her interest in the other. Her interest in Blue. Both are a betrayal to the Agency. Blue asks her, “Have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you fed it, sharpened so keen and bright that is might spilt you open, break a new thing out?”

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

The women reflect on the few moments they have been truly alone. When Blue is sent by Garden to grow the plant that will kill the young, for-once alone Red, she takes the form of a six-legged wolf, butching the plant so that Red may live to tell her the tale. Later, when Blue consumes the poison Red, under the grasp of Commandment, set out for her, Red goes downthread to find young Blue and inject her a bit of anti-venom- enough for her to develop resistance to the posion. Blue was compromised by enemy action and will be sent away from Garden- she will be alone and she will be saved.

This is How You Lose the Time War is a brilliant deconstruction of science fiction- using the broad trope of time travel to express a complex, character-driven narrative. The story between Red and Blue is the story of self and the other- and the relaization that they were never separate in the first place. The book is cyclical in nature. At the end of every narrative section there is a mention of a “seeker” who is later revealed to be Red. The events of the novel are in the past, the present, and the future. Eternal. This is the nature of the Red and Blue.

#I’m so proud of myself for coming up with changeling scion #hmm I want to reorganize this . and talk about more stuff. meow.#wife is life tag

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mysterymissteary · 9 months

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Snapshots of Twin Stars AU | BKDK | married!bkdk | domestic fluff

Chapter Three: Lazy Day

Married couple Izuku and Katsuki spend a day at home on their day off.

For the first time in what seems like forever, the Wonder Duo have a day off together. And Izuku for one, plans to not do anything.

Usually Kacchan would be up by 5, get a morning jog in, make breakfast and bentos for both of them, wake Izuku up, usually gently but if Izuku doesn't wake up after a few tries, a kick in the ass works, listen to Izuku's sleepy mumbles about whatever dream he has, shower together, then head to work.

Sometimes Kacchan or Izuku would have a team up with some other hero, usually one of their friends, but usually they'd work together. They are the Wonder Duo. They're always a matching pair.

But today, they have off. And today, Izuku is not letting Kacchan get out of bed until at least noon. He's wrapped his powerful legs around Kacchan like a clingy octopus, holding onto him as much as his much smaller body allows. Kacchan isn't moving today.

Kacchan's beautiful face scrunches up as he starts to wake.

Katsuki goes to stretch his arms and he finds that something is restraining him. He opens his eyes to see Izuku, wrapped around him, looking at him with a sleepy smile. He should have known.

"Hi, Kacchan." How is the nerd so chipper?

"Hi." Katsuki's voice is deep and scratchy. He watches Izuku's cheeks turn red. Oh he likes that huh? "Let go'a me, 'Zu."

"Till death, Kacchan." The nerd wraps tighter around him, and he swears he sees Black Whip in the corner of his eye sneaking around his legs.

"That doesn't apply to wakin' up, dip shit. You want food or not?"

The nerd is quiet, as if he's thinking. Food would be nice. But... they hardly have time for cuddles lately. Katsuki knows damn well that's what he's thinking.

"Do you think I can use Black Whip to cook from here?"

"Deku get your freckled ass outta bed!" Katsuki pushes Izuku's face away from his. Izuku laughs and releases his beloved Kacchan. Reluctantly.

"Rude, my love. Very rude." Katsuki shakes his head in disbelief. He sits up and rubs his hand through his wild, pale hair.

"You knew that when you accepted my name."

Izuku sighs dreamily. He flops over on his back, spreading his arms out with a dopey smile. "Izuku Bakugou. I feel so blessed to have Kacchan's name."

The golden morning sun is gleaming off of his beautiful tan skin, accentuating every little star on his cheeks and shoulders. His smile.... Katsuki would kill a man without a second thought to protect that damn smile. Katsuki can't help the small sleepy smirk that comes to his face.

"Whatever, dweeb. We'll warm up some rice and miso. Get back over here."

Izuku might as well have super speed with how he launches himself at his much larger husband. Immediately Izuku's nuzzling into Katsuki's neck, pressing sweet little kisses there.

Katsuki's arms envelop him and bring him close, inhaling the scent of the shampoo he used the night before. Something strawberry.

Izuku lets out a soft hum, resting his head on Katsuki's chest. He places a kiss to the scar there. Katsuki knows Izuku will never stop praising his scars. Especially those from the war.

Something he and the nerd has in common. They both have scars from protecting each other. Scars neither regret. But they hold bittersweet feelings. Feelings of "I can't lose you" and "thank you for loving me" all at once.

A while back, Katsuki watched Izuku's face fall and guilt fill his emerald eyes every time he looked at Katsuki shirtless. Large starbursts dotted across his chest and ribs. And the angry pink explosion in the center of his chest. But even with that sad look on his face, the nerd always went out of his way to call Katsuki handsome. Katsuki hated that look.

Somewhere in their second year, Katsuki stares to realize that a lot of Izuku's scars were because of him. Crooked fingers from fighting him without giving up, thick lines on his palms from trying to rescue him way back then, and the one that fucking gutted Katsuki when he realized what it was. A smaller burn scar on his shoulder. Just big enough to fit teenage fingers. And Katsuki starts to understand the look in the nerds eyes.

Over the years, Izuku's eyes showed less and less guilt and sadness. He looks at Katsuki's scars with love and gratitude. Because they're proof that Katsuki loves him. And Katsuki kisses each one of Izuku's scars every time he gets the chance.

Katsuki's hands rub up and down his husband's bare back, holding him like someone might take him away. He's thinking of staying like this all day. Fuck breakfast.

"I love you, Kacchan. Endlessly." The nerds voice is so soft and so full of admiration.

Katsuki answers with a deep "Mhn." And Izuku knows what he means. He loves this reckless little dweeb so fucking much. He doesn't need to say it.

Izuku giggles. "Such a way with words, Kacchan." He teases. "But you don't have to say it. I know."

"You don't gotta sound so smug about it, ya little shit." Katsuki chuckles, squeezing Izuku's sides, making Izuku gasp and try to escape his hands by wiggling away.

"Kacchan! No tickles this early."

"It's ten."

"Early for normal people. Maybe not cranky old men." Oh the nerd is in for it. Katsuki goes in for the attack, assaulting Izuku's exposed ribs. Izuku squeals and desperately tries to push Katsuki's hands away.

"K-kacchan! D-dont! Stop it!" He laughs. That beautiful bell like laughter Katsuki loves for. So Katsuki doesn't stop. He continues as Izuku tries to squirm and roll out of his grasp. But no one can ever escape the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight's ruthless grasp. Not even his adorable husband.

"Who's the cranky old man, hah?!"

"I-Im sorry I'm sorry! K-kacchan please!"

Finally, Katsuki decides the nerd has been punished enough. He lets Izuku catch his breath as his giggles die down.

"Kacchan's so mean." He turns his body to face Katsuki. But his smile doesn't match his words.

"Yeah? Mean must be your type then." He smirks, leaning his head on his propped up arm.

"I think my type is just Kacchan." Izuku leans his head up to give Katsuki a kiss. Soft and sweet. "It's only ever been Kacchan." A hand reaches up to rest on Katsuki's cheek. And Katsuki's shrived up, cold ass heart fills with love. His smirk softens.

"You're such a loser." He says fondly, taking a moment to admire how gorgeous Izuku looks when he's content like this. He can't fucking believe that he gets to wake up to this every day. Kiss this man when he comes home from a bad day. Comfort this man when he has a bad day of his own. He doesn't deserve this kind, amazing man.

But he'd also rather die than see Izuku with anyone else. Fuck that.

When he's done admiring his personal little treasure, Katsuki turns his head to kiss the nerds palm resting on his cheek. He yanks the blankets off of himself and pushes his body to sit up. He hears Izuku whine.

"Shut it, dweeb. We can't lay in bed and make out all day."

"Yes we can. We totally can. You're just depriving me of affection. Meanie."

Katsuki rolls his eyes, standing and stretching. He doesn't have to look at Izuku to know he's staring at Katsuki's broad, muscular back.

'Keep your eyes on me, nerd. Never take your eyes off me.' Katsuki smirks to himself. He relishes in Izuku's obsession with his body and his quirk. He's loves it. And he's equally as obsessed with the nerd. He won't deny that.

But he's starting to get hungry. And he knows if he doesn't feed the nerd now, Izuku will forget to eat. Katsuki finds a pair of pants and heads out of the bedroom.

He takes a plastic leftovers container of miso from last night's dinner from the fridge. He also takes out some leftover rice and a carton of eggs. He'll warm up the leftovers and make some tamagoyaki. That should tide them over.

He'll make a bigger lunch for them. Maybe order something nice for dinner. Or maybe go eat out. But that would run the risk of being recognized as the top two heroes.

As he's cracking eggs into a long rectangular pan for the tamagoyaki, he feels a pair of warm, muscular arms hug his torso, his husband's cheek resting on his shoulder blades.

So the nerd has finally gotten out of bed. Katsuki probably would have served him his breakfast in bed if he didn't. Saves him the trouble. "Really couldn't be away from me for 10 minutes?"

Izuku hums. "You know I can't, Kacchan."

"Loser." Katsuki laughs. His golden wedding band clinks against the ceramic bowl he uses to warm up the rice. "What do you want in your rice, baby?"

"Furikake."

"Obviously. What kind?" Katsuki's gonna put a fuck load of chili oil and garlic in his.

"Salmon and nori, please." Katsuki opens their seasoning cabinet, one of Katsuki's most prized collections, and reaches for their many furikake flavors. Then he spots something is off. He grabs the offending object. It's a small bottle of seasoning with a blue cartoon character on it. Katsuki definitely didn't buy this. "Izuku, why the fuck do we have Doraemon furikake?"

He can feel the nerd tense up and curl a bit into Katsuki's back. "Because it's cute, Kacchan." He pouts.

"When did you even get this, you little shit?" He doesn't remember a time when Izuku went to the store by himself. They usually go together or have groceries delivered.

Which means Izuku must have picked it up on his way home one day. He feels soft lips kiss his back.

"Are you mad at me, Kacchan?"

Katsuki sighs, sprinkling the seasoning on Izuku's rice.

"No, baby. Not mad at all. You want things, buy things. But you don't gotta hide them." He uses a pair of chopsticks to roll the egg into tamagoyaki, pouring more egg to make the roll larger and lets it cook. "Never hide from me."

"I'll tell you next time, Kacchan. Promise."

"Good. Now go wash your hands, nerd. Breakfast is almost done."

"Okay, my love." As Izuku passes him to head to the sink, Katsuki makes sure to give him a smack right on that round ass. How could he not? It's right there in his face.

Izuku scrunches his nose at him, but continues what he's doing. That's when Katsuki notices that Izuku had put on one of his shirts. It's far too big for him and falls off one of his shoulders. It's a black t-shirt with the words "Fuck around and find out" and a skeleton hand holding up a middle finger. One of his favorites. That little shit. He looks damn fine in it though.

The nerd seems to catch a whiff of the food. "Kacchan, you're making tamagoyaki? Smells so good!" He dries his hands and goes to the cabinets to get their dishes. As he reaches up, Katsuki has the pleasure of seeing just a peak of Izuku's All Might briefs. And his gods given thighs that can crush a man. Katsuki has to focus in order to not burn the eggs.

Smaller dishes for the sides and their rice bowls. Chopsticks of course. And shiruwan, or soup bowls for the miso. Izuku dutifully and lovingly helps him plate the meal, humming as he does so.

Katsuki snorts. He wonders if Izuku must have been a wife in his past life. He better damn well as been his husband though.

He can imagine himself as a shogun. The best of course. A strong military leader with a powerful army. And Izuku as his equally as powerful wife. He probably was offered tons of concubines, but he wouldn't give half of a shit about them. Only Izuku.

Any universe, any era, only Izuku.

The last of the food is prepared, and Katsuki cuts the tamagoyaki into equal size rectangles and sets them on a tray. Izuku helps him set the table with the food and they sit to eat.

Izuku folds his hands in a prayer. "Thank you for the food." He smiles brightly. Katsuki rolls his eyes and picks up his chopsticks.

"Just eat, dork."

The meal is pretty good by Katsuki's standards. Mixing the rice with seasoning and nori really made it come together. After breakfast, they gather the plates to clean.

"I'll do the dishes, Kacchan. Since you cooked. You should shower first so it's nice and hot."

"Hah?! You're saying I stink?"

"No, Kacchan. But considering what we spent a lot of last night doing, we should both shower." He can see Izuku's cheeks turn pink from where he is. Even the back of his neck.

"Why shower now, if we're just gonna do it again?"

"Kacchan!" Izuku turns to face him, puffing his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Just thinking ahead." Katsuki snorts. "I'll shower. But I'll wait for you to get done." Izuku's face softens.

"Okay, Kacchan." The nerd turns toward the sink again to finish the dishes. Katsuki better get the towels in the warmer.

While the nerd does his thing, Katsuki heads to the bathroom. He lights some scented candles. Just because. Not at all because he wants to smooze his husband. It's not like he needs to. The nerd has a hard time keeping his hands off him.

Katsuki gets their shower ready, starting the water so it can get warm.

"Love? Oh! The candles are such a nice touch, Kacchan." Izuku looks around with a soft smile. "Are you trying to seduce me, Kacchan?"

Katsuki puts their matching monogrammed fluffy robes on the hooks so he can embrace his husband. "I can't just do somethin' nice for my nerd?"

"You do lots of nice things for me, Kacchan. That's not what I meant." Izuku lifts himself to his tiptoes to kiss Katsuki's cheek. "The candles are lovely, sweetheart. Thank you."

"Waters ready."

"You spoil me, Kacchan. You really do." Izuku gives him a real kiss this time before starting to undress. Katsuki leans on the wall as he watches Izuku lift Katsuki's favorite shirt off of his battle hardened body. His scars a vibrant pale against his tanned, freckled skin.

His hips and stomach hold a bit of softness, but his thighs were carved by the ancient Greeks. His arms not quite as muscular, since most of his fighting is done with his legs. But all of him is gorgeous.

Izuku had always been pretty. Katsuki was a fool and a bastard for not seeing it sooner.

Izuku gives him a look over his shoulder as he stands nude before Katsuki. "Are you going to stare all day, Kacchan?" His tone is light and teasing.

Katsuki pushes himself off of the wall. "What? I can't look at my own husband?" Izuku approaches him, placing his scarred hands on the waistband of Katsuki's sweatpants. His thumbs hook under the elastic and start to pull downward slowly.

"It wouldn't be fair if you were the only one that gets to look, my dear Kacchan." The nerds eyes peer seductively up at him through thick, dark lashes. Katsuki feels his husband's warm hands on his hips, then the loss of his pants as they fall to the floor. He feels hands squeeze his ass.

"You little fucker." Katsuki smirks, swiping the nerds hands away to hold them captive above Izuku's head. "Am I just a piece of meat to you, hah?!"

Izuku giggles. They've played this game before. "No, Kacchan. Promise."

"Think you can do whatever you want, huh?" Katsuki moves him backward inch by inch, into the shower. Izuku squeaks as water starts to hit his shoulders and hair.

"Kacchan's body is just so perfect! Can't help but touch!" He laughs still as Katsuki grins.

"Then I get to do whatever I want too, huh.. I-zu-ku?" He accentuates each syllable slowly. He knows exactly what it does to the nerd.

Izuku's eyes widen, then he bites his lip as he flushes. "Kacchan..."

"Ya know what I wanna do, Izuku?"

"What, my love?" Izuku's voice was soft and heavy at the same time. Heavy with want. But soft with love and trust.

"I want you to bathe, stinky." Katsuki holds Izuku under the stream of water. Izuku yells, then laughs.

"So mean, Kacchan!" Katsuki works on wetting Izuku's thick, green curls, massaging his fingers through them.

"Stay still, dweeb." Izuku obeys, looking up at Katsuki with big, loving eyes. His arms hug Katsuki's waist as he allows his husband to clean him.

"I'm so blessed."

"You say that 50 times a day, nerd."

"I mean it every time." Katsuki lathers Izuku's hair with curl balanced hydrating shampoo. Izuku needed to use a specific kind of shampoo or his hair would be dry and unmanageable.

Lucky for the nerd, he has a damn good husband willing to do the dirty work in order to keep his ass in gear.

"Yeah? You really feel blessed?"

"Of course. I'm married to Kacchan. Who takes such good care of me." Katsuki's hands pause.

It wasn't always like that. And the guilt still creeps up on him some times. He owes it to Izuku to care for him like this. To pamper him.

"You take care of me too, nerd. More than I deserve."

Izuku's eyes flash with defiance, his brow furrowing. "Kacchan, dont. I know what you're thinking. I know you too well. We both deserve to be loved. You taught me that."

Katsuki snorts. He rinses the shampoo out of Izuku's hair, pushing his hair back as he does. "How did an asshole like me teach you something like that?"

Izuku squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to get soap in his face. "By-" Katsuki covers his mouth before he can finish.

"Unless you wanna eat shampoo, shut your mouth for a second, dork." He guides the water away from Izuku's face with his hands. He can see every freckle, every laugh line. Izuku is so beautiful.

"There. Now talk." Izuku's big, green, doe eyes open and he smiles at Katsuki like he's worth the entire world.

"Thank you, Kacchan~ Let me get you now." Katsuki was far too tall for Izuku to reach his hair. But Izuku has Float to help him.

Which brings something to mind. "If your little ass can fly, why do you make me reach the top shelf?! Hah?!" He grabs ahold of Izuku's cheek and pulls on it.

"Ouch! It's cuz I like when you lean over me! Leggo, Kacchan!" Izuku rubs his cheek when Katsuki releases him. He glares up at Katsuki but there's no real heat behind it.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" Katsuki can't say he blames him though. Katsuki himself likes when he can get things for Izuku. Help him in some way. Even small things like making his bentos or reaching things for him.

"You like a challenge, Kacchan." Izuku giggles. His feet lift off the shower floor as he begins to wet Katsuki's hair. Not like Katsuki has much. After they graduated, he started cutting his hair shorter on the sides. Easier to manage and less risk of it getting in his face in battle.

But just enough on top for the nerd to run his hands through.

Katsuki's hands hold onto Izuku's waist as he looks up at his floating husband. Lazy smile on his lips. Izuku hums what sounds suspiciously like the All Might theme song as he soaps up and washes Katsuki's hair. Katsuki's eyes never once leave Izuku's face.

He has words to say. But he's never been good at words. So he just grunts softly. Izuku will understand. He always does.

He watches Izuku's smile grow. "I love you too, Kacchan. Lean your head back so I can rinse it out." Katsuki does, closing his eyes finally.

He feels the water run down his back. And feels Izuku's practiced hands brushing his hair back. Izuku is extra careful to not get soap in Katsuki's eyes. Not like Katsuki gives a shit if it does get in his eyes.

But the fact that Izuku loves him that much, it's something Katsuki holds onto. Back in high school, he would have snapped at Izuku, thinking that the nerd thought that he was weak and helpless.

But now... Now he knows that Izuku does these things not because he thinks Katsuki can't do it for himself, but because he loves him. Sometimes it's still hard for Katsuki to accept kindness. But he's working on it.

"All done, Kacchan!" Izuku starts to lower himself back onto the floor, with Katsuki's help.

"You did good, nerd." Katsuki lifts Izuku's chin with his finger. The nerds eyes widened and sparkled, filling with love. Katsuki decides to reward him with a soft kiss.

He can feel his husband melt, returning the kiss without hesitation. When Katsuki breaks the kiss, Izuku is a mushy lovestruck mess. And Katsuki enjoys the effect he has from just a little kiss.

"Lets wash up, nerd. So we can watch somethin'."

"Okay, Kacchan. Cuddles too, right?"

"Maybe." He already knows he'll end up giving Izuku exactly what he wants. Holding his husband while watching some dorky hero documentary doesn't sound like a bad way to spend a day off.

#married bkdk #dkbk #dkbkdk #bkdk fic #bkdk #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x midoriya #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #bakudeku

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candletocandle · 1 year

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Does Baby Jesus Still Matter?

Opening Scripture:

Revelation 1:12-16

Introduction: of nativity scenes and Christmas programs

Every year we have a Christmas program at church

The next one will be in two weeks

If you go to church long enough, you will notice a pattern to these programs

There are certain elements always present every year

There’s always a nativity scene with special music

You have a little doll in a wooden cradle to represent baby Jesus in a manger

You have Mary and Joseph kneeling next to the manger, looking on in adoration

You have shepherds surrounding them

Even though they technically were not present at the birth of Christ, we throw in three wise men into the nativity scene

Never mind the fact the wise men didn’t see Jesus until two years after he was born

Also, we actually don’t know how many wise men visited Jesus

We just assume there’s three because there were three gifts given to Jesus: gold, frankincense, and myrrh

Now for the sermon, the pastor will usually say something along the following lines:

“Christmas is more than just shopping, family gatherings, and getting presents”

“Christmas is all about the birth of Christ”

(Never mind that Jesus was probably not born at Christmas)

“His birth is super important, because salvation is only through Jesus”

“Will you accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior?”

“Amen. Now let’s sing one more song and then go have potluck.”

Nothing wrong with tradition, but…

Let me be clear: I am not criticizing those past Christmas programs

It’s a lot of work to put together special programs, I get it

I’ve been involved putting some of these programs together in the past

What I am saying is when you do the same thing year in and year out, you run the risk of losing the meaning behind these nativity skits and sermons

Think of what happened to the Pharisees

They loved the Sabbath

They loved the Sabbath so much that they put in extra rules to protect the sanctity of the Sabbath

However, they got so carried away in trying to protect the Sabbath, they lost sight of the true importance of the Sabbath

Let’s talk about baby Jesus

Today I would like to talk about baby Jesus

We have all these nativity scenes and Christmas messages, but do we really understand the significance of baby Jesus?

Is his story relevant to us today?

I would like to talk about baby Jesus from three perspectives:

Our perspective in 2022

The perspective of the Jews

The perspective of angels in heaven

Does baby Jesus matter to us today in 2022?

Answer: it depends on how you see the world

If you believe in the scientifically-sounding (but ultimately philosophical) concept of macroevolution, then baby Jesus does not matter

Let me elaborate

If you believe that all life evolved from a unicellular organism that somehow evolved out of non-living molecules by chance billions upon billions of years ago, then life is just a never-ending cycle of struggle and death

The ultimate conclusions of that worldview are

1) We are nothing more than animals

2) Life is meaningless

Giving that worldview the benefit of a doubt

To be fair, there are many people who believe in macroevolution and vehemently objective to what I am saying

Just for the sake of argument, let’s allow the alternative conclusion that we are evolving into something better

Perhaps one day humanity will evolve into that Star Trek utopian future, where humanity evolves past war, racism, harming others for personal gain, etc.

What do we see today?

Let me ask you, are things getting better in society or worse?

Even non-Christians would tell you things seem to be getting worse

The doomsday clock

Political and cultural hyper-polarization

Make America great again?

Consider the political slogan “Make America great again”

When was the last time America was considered great?

Post-911? - intolerance towards Muslims

World War 2 - Japanese internment camps

Pioneer days and western expansion? - killing Indians and taking their land

Post revolutionary war? - black slavery

As much as I love America…

American still is the greatest country in the world

However, all the problems that existed throughout our history have not gone away

Otherwise, there would be no need for hashtag movements like #MeToo or #BlackLivesMatter

We as a society are still struggling with issues of race and equality 150 years after the Civil War and 60 years after the civil rights movement

I don’t think anyone can really argue human society is getting better despite all our technological advances

The Bible’s rebuttal

Genesis 3

Isaian 59:2

The Bible on the other hand states the world was made perfect originally

It was broken when sin entered into humanity through Adam and Eve

The Bible claims the state of the world and humanity is getting worse as time goes on

No political party or wealthy influential person can ever fix what is broken in our world

Humanity is in dire need of a savior

This is where baby Jesus comes in

What about Israel?

Before I talk more about why we need baby Jesus, what about Israel?

They were given the truth first

Deuteronomy 18:15 - The Lord your God will raise up for you a Prophet like me from your midst, from your brethren. Him you shall hear

Numbers 24:17 - I see Him, but not now; I behold Him, but not near; a Star shall come out of Jacob; a Scepter shall rise out of Israel; and batter the brow of Moab, and destroy all the sons of tumult

Job 19:25 - For I know that my Redeemer lives, and He shall stand at last on the earth

Isaiah 7:14 - Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel

From Moses down to the prophets, Israel has been waiting in expectation of baby Jesus

The sanctuary system, their center of worship, pointed to a Messiah, to a Savior

They were waiting their entire lives for baby Jesus

While we can look back at baby Jesus, they were looking forward

It is a great irony and shame that many of the leaders of Israel did not accept Jesus when He actually came in the flesh

What about the angels?

Let me give you a couple of analogies

Imagine the uproar if a multi-billionaire CEO decided to give up his wealth and position to live like a homeless person for three years

How shocking would that be to the media, to company shareholders, his friends and family?

Or if you prefer a more extreme science fiction scenario, imagine a scientist somehow turned himself into an ant in an insane science experiment

How shocking would that be? How dangerous would that be? Risking your own life to such an extreme to be able to better understand ants?

Neither of these scenarios would compare to what the angels in heaven experienced to see their beloved Creator and Lord transform Himself into sinful flesh

How would they feel to see Jesus give up literally everything to live as a human in order to try to save humanity?

It’s one thing to risk your life to save someone great, like in movies where a subordinate sacrifices himself to save the captain

But to try to save sinners? Prostitutes? Drug dealers? Murderers?

Yet, Jesus gave up His divinity to become baby Jesus because He was trying to save people He infinitely loved

I can only imagine the awe and wonder the angels in heaven felt

What about us?

Unlike the Jews of old and the angels in heaven, we have the benefit of hindsight.

We can intellectually see why baby Jesus matters

But, let me ask you, have you taken the story of baby Jesus to heart?

We get all caught up in the Christmas season, shopping, decorating, preparing for parties

If you are more involved in the church, you may be caught up in choir practice, Christmas skit practice, church Christmas program preparation

Have you thought about what baby Jesus means to you?

Have you thought about your need of a Savior in your own personal life?

Do you live your life in a way that reflects the importance of baby Jesus?

Closing: Thaddeus

I’ve always talked about Jethro in my messages, but for the sake of fairness, I would like to share a little about my second born Thaddeus for a little bit

When Thaddeus was born, I experienced the miracle of normalcy

A normal vaginal birth

A normal baby with normal needs

I didn’t realize how loud a baby could actually get until I had Thaddeus

As wonderful as those newborn days were, (and I am sure Jenn would want those days to last forever), I am excited for Thaddeus’ future

To see him grow, learn to walk and talk

To see his personality develop

To see how he will interact with Jethro

To teach him about the Bible and Jesus

In the same way, as much as the story of baby Jesus is important to us, we cannot let baby Jesus stay as a baby in our hearts

As we reflect upon the miracle of His birth and the significance it has upon our salvation

We need baby Jesus to grow in our hearts

We need to see His entire life and let it change us for the better

We need to share the story of baby Jesus, not only with our children, but to those who do not know Him

I ask you friends to share the story of baby Jesus this holiday season

#sermon #revelation 1:12-16

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zev-writes-her-own-reality · 2 years

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All the Gold in the World

Artist : markdviraj on instagram

w.c : 1,738

genre : fluff, slight angst, open ended

Gold.

Isn't that what everyone is after? The old civilizations killed for it and the new enslaves for it. The world of the wanderers was filled with such stories, even fairytales would be put to shame. But wanderers always had a bad rep. Years after the segregation war ended, merchants and pirates were clearly differentiated and recognized. It was now the time to form unions and pacts and treaties. Each side vowing to aid the other while clearly hiding their claws waiting for the most opportune moments. Wanderers were caught in the crossfire, neither merchants nor pirates, simple explorers. Obviously such deviance didn't sit well with either side, after all, which fool would go out into the sea looking for a taste of the dimwits fairytale of ‘serenity,adventure, purpose, freedom blah blah’? They had to be spies for the other side, there was no 2 ways about it.

“I think it may rain today. Meimei said the spirit-walkers told her.” Rin slurs next to his older sister, Baks. He had been sitting on the cliff under the grey clouds waiting for their aunt to call them for supper, her cooking was always the best, no wonder the Chief of the town always tried to court her. He's big and strong, has to love food for sure.

“Spirit-walkers dont talk, they sign Rin, and I guess theyre right, the clouds look heavier by the minute, lets head in and help Meimei.” Baks had always been an obedient child. She was the only one who had any memories of their parents, Rin was too young to have so much as a shred of a memory of them. She knew how hard things were for those who took care of her and her sibling. Meimei was their aunt, and although she was unmarried , she wasn't poor or a damsel in distress by any means, in fact she was as kind as she was a spitfire. Ferocious, unrelenting and a master hunter. Meimeis last memory of her sister, whose children she raised and loves as her own, was of frozen horror. Her sister had given birth to Rin barely a month ago and was out fishing on a frozen lake. The sheet of ice caved in, swelling both her sister and her brother-in-law. Meimei swore she almost lost her voice at how long she howled and screamed, but even she knew, they weren't going to come back.

The children made their way into the cabin, the smell of cooked meat was enough to discipline Rin, who ran to the mat, claimed his spot and got ready to dig in. Baks helped her aunt to set the table. “Meimei can I learn cooking too? I wanna find a wife and feed her tons!” Rins statement causing the other 2 enough shock to choke on their meals. “You wanna find a what now?” Baks asked incredulously. Meimei shook with laughter till her eyes dropped tears, amusement painting her smile. “Fine, but it wont be easy, you gotta wait till you're 19 at least to find a wife , which means you got like 12 more years to go, so your food better be super delicious, yeah?”

“Meimei you cant be serious, are you actually gonna let him near the fire? Hes too small no?” Baks made no effort to hide her concern, afterall she was an open book. It was harder to read Rin than his older sister, but both were a piece of cake for their aunt. “He’ll be fine. Im here.”

Rin did something close to a victory dance and Meimei cooed.

“Hmm, fine. But theres something I wanted to tell you. Callum got back from his expeditions, and theres something interesting in 1 of his stories.” Callum was one of those who despite the dangers, called themselves wanderers and set out exploring land and sea. He was as old as Meimei and the children considered him less of a friend and more of an older brother figure. He had Baks' heart in his hands every time he shared tales of his adventures. “He said they found traces of gold in the sea, liquid gold. We think theres an island out there with people who can turn solid gold to liquid. I wanna go Meimei. I wanna see the world, I wan-”

“Stop.”

Meimei didn't lose her cool very often,nor was she over-possessive of the kids. She was very clear that some things were dangerous and if anything was a threat to their lives, they were to flee immediately. Baks knew getting her aunt to agree to her decision was going to be an uphill battle, but God there was nothing more than this that she wanted. The life of a wanderer was her calling, it was her purpose and she was perfect for it.

“Why?” Baks knew what Meimei was asking. Meimeis ‘why’ meant ‘why do you wanna go despite knowing what happens, why do you wanna go knowing full well that many a times wanderers dont come back, some choose to keep going further away from the places they called home, and some simply don't get to make it back, why do you want to go knowing that theres a high possibility that Rin may be left as the only surviving member.’

“I cant tell you....beacuse i dont know how to explain it. But I know that this is something that keeps me awake and keeps me breathing Meimei. I have wings and I want to fly, I know I sound selfish, but is it so bad? To wanna step out, full of fear and uncertainty but also filled with hunger and want?”

Meimei didnt answer, and she wouldn't speak for the next few days. Each day that passed made it clearer and clearer to Baks that there Meimei wasnt happy with the girls wish, that she didnt see it as something that the girl really thought through. Rin didnt understand what was going on, but he knew, if Meimei seemed unhappy or angry, it was best to keep quiet itself.The silence weighed heavy on both children. Nearly a week passed, at a sloths pace no less, and Callum himself came over to visit.

Meimei called the Baks and Callum, instructing both to sit, this was not going to be easy, and Baks knew that. “Im not going to ask you to convince me. I know you may agree to let it go now, but you’re your parents’ daughter, and at some point you’ll do something stupid and run into something dangerous. Go if you must.” Baks had to really stare at Meimei to make sure she wasnt imagining things and that Meimei was infact sane when she said what she did. “But there's some things youre going to keep in mind. If you can agree and understand, then we have no problems, but if you cant, I will have to take measure Baks, and Im not fooling around.” Baks looked at Callum, immediately noticing the big man looking like a cat scared shitless. Meimei had maybe scared his soul at some point in the past few days. She nodded indicating that she understood the gravity of the situation.

The conditions were pretty sensible and clear ; Baks would only move around on the command of the leader of the herd, since this was her first time, she was thoroughly inexperienced and impulsive decisions would definitely cost her more than she could afford to lose, she would ensure that the moment they reached land, she would send back word through whatever means possible informing them of her whereabouts and game plan, she would not trust anyone , except Callum, she was to keep a dagger hidden on her at all times, and she would not bring back any loot unless and until approved and inspected by Callum.

2 weeks later, Baks looked at the sea in front of her. She had bid farewell to Meimei and her brother. The warmth of their hugs made its way into her heart, she knew leaving them back, even if it wasnt permanent, wasnt easy. The herd had nearly 37 people, men and women, each lugging their own weights. The plan was clear, the ship would follow the route similar to the previous herd and continue on from there. there were traces of what alchemists had called liquid gold in waters. The journey was said to take nearly 3 weeks. Rin had promised he would learn from Meimei and cook chicken broth for his sister when she got back, much to the latters amusement.

Nearly a week and half into the journey, the world, Baks realised, was much bigger than she could have imagined. There were languages that she couldn't even fathom existed, words that twisted the mouth and the air in the lungs all funny, attires and fabrics that looked like they belonged to a completely different world, food that made her eyes roll back and tastes that got her drooling even before she could realise. She heard stories that made her cry out of sadness and nostalgia, she saw love amongst the couples that got her thinking that maybe this is how her parents looked at one another, she felt the joy of learning to navigate and read the stars, she felt the fear of the waves that rocked and flicked the ship like it was paper. And finally, she felt the rush of absolute and pure excitement when the sun rays begun to reflect specks of glitter off the water. Those who could swim, went into the water and brought back some of the specks, and everyone marvelled. It was clear that there was a source to where the liquid gold was flowing from, and the closer the ship got to the source, the thicker the streaks of gold got, until it begun to stick to the sides of the ship.

The excitement was lost on nobody,there were already cheers and whoops in the air. Baks looked at Callum, a smile in their eyes and a laughter on their lips, this was fun, this was going to be one hell of a story, who knew, they would find something so beautiful so far into the waters. Soon an anchor was dropped. This, was going to be something so phenomenal, Baks knew, like as if it were the word of God, she knew, this was the beginning of something. Something.

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rendevousz · 3 years

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the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Milestone || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: a journey through some of the biggest milestones in yours and bucky’s relationship from the day you first met to sharing a home of your own

a/n: in this we’re gonna pretend that bucky didn’t get dusted! also reader has powers similar to those of wanda’s. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 3.4k

warnings: none, fluff

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The First Time You Met

Running down the hallway of the airport, you watched as Peter was swept off of his feet and into the air by none other than Falcon, leaving the man you recognized as the Winter Soldier in your midst. Your shoes squeaking against the floor as you stopped short, you threw your arms into the air, stopping the man from moving.

Snapping his attention towards you, he furrowed his eyebrows and you could feel him fighting against your magic. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried your hardest to keep him contained but with only so much experience, he broke through it in a minute, coming for you straight after.

“Shit.” You cursed to yourself, watching as he strode over to you.

Clasping your hands together before pulling them apart, you created a baton of sorts in just enough time to hold it in front of yourself as Bucky cornered you into a wall. Pushing him back with the beam, you grunted, trying your hardest to keep the magic from dying out.

“You’re not very good at this.” He commented, attempting to pull the magical beam from your hands.

“I’m...” You grunted. “.... new.”

Using all of your force, you shoved him back. Taking the first opportunity you saw, you began shooting blasts of magic at him while he stumbled backwards. Attempting to dodge the blasts, he moved forward, putting his hands in the air.

“Look,” He said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Watching as he stumbled backwards, closer to a ledge, you halted the blasts, tilting your head sideways.

“Lucky me.”

As soon as the words fell from your mouth, you used the rest of your force, swinging your arms backwards and then pushing forward to shove him through the railing and over the edge, his eyes wide as he fell backwards. When he fell, he took the Falcon with him.

Glancing up above, you saw Peter, shooting a web to hold the two men to the ground. Feeling the energy in your palms, you floated down to the floor they were held to, standing above them.

“Look guys, I would love to keep this up but I’ve only got one job here today and I’ve gotta impress Mr. Stark, so I’m really sorry-” You watched as the drone took Peter’s web and pulled him through the window cutting him short, Peter screaming as it did.

Turning back to the men, you pulled the hood of your cloak over your head.

“Don’t worry about the drone thing,” You said. “I know when to see myself out.”

Turning to make your way towards the exit of the airport, you heard Bucky call from behind you.

“Hey!” He shouted. “Who are you?”

Bucky didn’t know why he was asking. He could barely even remember facts about himself, never mind keep track of every super human person he came across, but there was something nagging in his mind, begging him to learn more.

Glancing over your shoulder, looking at the Winter Soldier one last time, you smirked.

“Y/n.”

And with that you left the airport.

First Touch

The hatch to the ship opening, you stumbled down the steps, gripping Nebula’s arm to keep your balance. As Steve took hold of Tony, Pepper rushing to his side, you looked up to find the familiar face of Rhodey making his way towards you.

“I chose the wrong day to go see who Dr. Strange was.” You chuckled somberly, trying to make light of the situation.

Grabbing your arm to steady you as you slowly walked down the steps, Rhodey shook his head.

“The fight wasn't much better back here.” He said. “At least we had oxygen though. You’re not looking so good, kid.”

Too afraid to have looked at your deteriorating reflection the past three weeks, you knew he was being too kind.

It had been nearly three weeks since Thanos snapped away a half of the universe’s population, leaving you, Tony and Nebula stranded in space. You had run out of fuel weeks ago and had nearly lost hope of ever returning home as the oxygen supply began dwindling until Captain Marvel had found your ship and brought you all safely back to the Avengers Compound.

Despite being back, three weeks in space had left you exhausted, starving and dehydrated- just to name a few.

Biting back the dizziness you felt, you sighed.

“I’m- I’m fine, Rhodes.” You said, beginning to feel lightheaded. “It’s nothing-”

Missing your footing on the step, you tripped, losing your balance from Rhodey, about to hit the ground until you felt an arm wrap around your torso and the cool touch of metal grasp your hand. Looking up, you were met with the familiar face of the man you had fought two years ago at the airport in Germany, his hair cut shorter since the last time you had seen him, but recognizable nonetheless.

“Bucky Barnes?” You asked, standing up straighter with his assistance.

“Y/n.” He replied, shooting you a gentle smile.

Although you had what many would consider super-human abilities with your magic, due to being discovered after the civil war between the Avengers that had effectively split up the group- you weren't used to being recognized. Hearing your name fall from his lips felt somewhat gratifying.

“You remember my name?” You asked in disbelief

“Hard to forget the name of the woman who kicked my ass.” Bucky chuckled, helping you walk towards the doors of the Compound. “Doesn't happen often.”

For the first time in weeks you allowed yourself to smile as you gazed up at the man holding you steady, making sure you didn’t fall. When his blue eyes met yours, you adverted your gaze, turning your attention towards Natasha who wheeled a wheelchair through the doors of the Compound and towards the two of you.

Moving his flesh hand to rest on your lower back, his vibranium one still in yours, he helped you slowly ease into the chair. When you sat back in the chair, resting your feet on the footrests, you looked up at the super soldier and smiled.

“Not looking for a rematch are you?” You asked, slipping your hand out of his and resting it on your abdomen. “‘Cause I think I’m gonna need a raincheck.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he laughed shaking his head.

“No, I think I’m done with fighting.” He said.

Feeling Natasha pulling back on the wheelchair, about to spin your chair around and towards the doors, you threw him one last smile.

“That makes two of us.”

Just when Bucky was about to turn around and walk away as Nat wheeled you through the doors, the chair stopped and he watched as you glanced over your shoulder.

“And Sarge?” You called.

“Yeah?”

“I like the new arm.”

For the first time in decades, Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks as he watched you tiredly speak to Natasha until you left his line of sight.

First Kiss

It had taken you nearly a month to recover from your time in space since returning back to Earth. Although you understood that there wasn’t much to be done since Thanos had wiped out half of the universe, you still felt guilty taking up space in the Compound when all you would do was lay in bed, attached to an IV.

The one thing that made your time on bedrest a little more bearable was none other than Bucky Barnes.

Throughout your stay in bed he had consistently visited you. Though at first he was a bit shy, you had proven to be someone he could trust- assuring him that he could never be a bother to you and that you genuinely enjoyed having his company- maybe a bit too much, but you would never tell him that.

Bucky himself was surprised that he had put himself so out there with you after living such a solitary life for nearly the past 80 years, but there was just something about you that drew him to you time and time again. He couldn’t pinpoint it- whether it was your kindness, humor or intelligence- he found both joy and peace in your presence- something he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in.

So, despite the voice in the back of his head telling him that you didn’t want to see him, he had visited you while you got better in bed, taking care of you in the littlest of ways until he watched the dark circles under your eyes fade away and your ability to walk without his assistance return.

Finally feeling somewhat better, you had insisted to bucky that you were ready to train again and no matter how many times he tried to convince you that you weren’t, he could never say no once you squeezed his hand and pouted up at him.

He was regretting not saying no to you as he now stood across from you in the training room.

“Y/n, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” He said, watching you sway in your spot despite your feet being planted to the mat.

“C’mon Barnes,” You taunted, raising your hands. “You scared?”

Just as he was about to open his mouth again, you shot a blast of magic towards him, Bucky dodging it just as it whooshed past his head.

“I wasn’t even ready!” Bucky exclaimed.

Shrugging your shoulders you formed another beam made of magic, holding either ends of it with your hands as Bucky came towards you.

Trying to plant your feet to the ground, feeling another hit of dizziness wash over you, you pushed him back with the beam, but before you could do anything more, his leg swept under yours, making you lose your balance.

Before you fell to the ground, however, the magic in your hands diminished as you gripped your hands into Bucky’s shirt bringing him down with you.

Flipping over before you fell, you landed on top of the super soldier, your hands planted firmly on his chest. With his hands above his head that was inches away from yours, you both stared at each other- you finally noticing just how much you liked the scruff that coated his jawline and him admiring the color of your eyes and how he swore he could lose himself in them if only he had the chance.

Opening your mouth, you felt the thumping of Bucky’s heart against your fingertips that were resting on his chest as he gazed up at you.

“Your heart is beating really fast.” You whispered, out of breath despite you barely having trained.

“Yeah, it does that when I see you.”

You could barely believe what you were hearing until you felt Bucky’s hands come up and cup your face, glancing down at your lips before back to your eyes, asking wordlessly for your approval.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you eagerly nodded back at him.

Before you could even process it, you felt Bucky’s lips meeting yours as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands moving from cupping your face to wrapping around your body, pulling you tight against him. All you could remember thinking was that despite his tough exterior, his lips were soft and you could lose yourself in the comfort of having his arms around you all day if he let you.

Pulling away first, a beaming smile spread across Bucky’s face as he rubbed circles against your back.

“If you wanted to kiss me so bad,” He teased. “You could’ve just asked.”

First “I Love You”

Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, your legs swinging in the air, you offered the bag of popcorn in your hand to your boyfriend who was sat beside you. Taking his eyes off of the view in front of him, he grabbed a fistful of the salty treat from the bag, popping it in his mouth.

“Did you have stuff like this back in the olden times?” You asked, laying your head on his shoulder.

“What?” He asked despite his mouth being full. “You mean fireworks? How old do you think I am?”

Laughing at how he mocked offense over your question, you sat up straight, pecking his cheek.

“One hundred doesn’t sound much better, babe.”

Rolling his eyes, knowing that you loved him anyway, he brushed off the remaining salt from his fingertips, wrapping his vibranium arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

Just as he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, he jumped in his spot as he heard the loud sound of the first firework shooting up into the air over the water before “popping” and bursting into an array of color.

“Look!” You exclaimed, pointing towards the display. “It’s starting!”

Although he took a quick glance at the firework display, his attention was purely focused on you. He couldn’t help but admire the way the colorful lights reflected on your skin or how you had a hint of an open smile on your face watching as the fireworks burst midair. No show could compare to looking at you.

He couldn't help but feel his heart race in his chest, breath caught in his throat as he admired your beauty- even when you were still in your suit from watching over the parade with him earlier that evening. He was convinced there wasn’t a single thing about you that he wasn’t completely enamored with and you only gave him more reasons to love you every single day.

Before he even realized what he was saying, admiring you in complete bliss and utter awe, the words slipped out of his mouth.

“I love you.”

He thought you wouldn’t be able to hear, the sound of another firework popping ringing in his ear, but when you turned towards him, your eyes wide and mouth agape, he knew you had.

“Did you just say that you love me?” You asked, fireworks continuing to burst behind you.

Not one to lie- especially not to you- he nodded his head.

“Yeah.”

A smile beginning to form on your face, you grabbed the strap on his jacket, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you too.”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his, the sound of the finale of the display ringing behind you as the fireworks burst one after another in air, every color imaginable washing over your joined figures sitting on the edge of the rooftop on that cool summer night, almost as if it were taking the feeling shared between the two of you and bringing it to life for the world to see.

First Home

“Okay!” You nodded, pointing to the corner of your living room. “That one can go over there. Thank you so much for your help, Steve.”

“I helped Buck move into his first apartment, Y/n.” Steve said wiping his hands on his pants. “I wouldn’t miss stuff like this for anything.”

Smiling at Steve’s comment, you felt Bucky’s vibranium hand land on your lower back, pulling you closer. Leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arm around him in return, staring up at your boyfriend.

“Yeah and the first time he was about a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter.” Bucky chuckled. “This is easy for him.”

Watching Natasha set down the last box on top of a pile of the others in the kitchen, you excused yourself from your boyfriend and his best friend, making your way into the other room.

When you had left the two of them’s earshot, Bucky watching as you left, Steve rested his hand on Bucky's shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“You know,” Steve said. “I’m happy for you, Buck. I think this is gonna be good for you.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s comment- despite how cheesy it was- because he knew it was true.

When Bucky’s memory had finally been cleared, a part of him had always feared that even though he had been given a new chance at life, he would never have a normal one. Although he knew “normal” was a strong term for the life you two shared together given that he was a century old super soldier and you had magical abilities- you had given him a chance at a peaceful life full of love and contentment which was all he could ever dream of asking for.

The idea of finding love and having a family was something that he worried was left eighty years in the past, but you proved to him that life didn’t end for him when he fell from that train- if anything it brought him the beginning he had always hoped for.

“Sure you won’t miss me too bad, pal?” Bucky asked.

Taking his hand back from Bucky’s shoulder, Steve laughed shoving his hand in his pockets.

“No, I think I’m used to it by now.” Steve chuckled. “It’s just like you to be able to find a woman with shared life experience even when half the world disappears.”

Shaking his head at his friend’s joke, he shoved him playfully.

“C’mon, ya’know this is different.” Bucky said. “I think this is the last one for me.”

Without missing a beat, Steve smiled.

“I know.”

Hearing the sound of you and Natasha’s footsteps stepping back into the room, Bucky kept his mouth shut, feeling your hand run over his shoulder as you stood beside him.

“Don’t forget about me now that you have your own place, okay Y/n?” Nat said crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry.” You told her. “I’ll come visit every day.”

“Well, not every day-” Bucky interjected.

“No. I meant what I said. Every day, Nat. You’ll wish you never said anything.”

Once the laughter that had erupted in the room settled, Steve and Nat said their goodbyes to you and your boyfriend, you both waving them off as you shut the door behind them. When the door was shut and you and Bucky were left in your new apartment alone together, you rushed over to your bag by the door, pulling a neatly wrapped gift out of it.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked as you handed him the present.

“Just a little housewarming gift.” You smiled.

Gazing at your smiling face, a smile finding its way onto his, he looked down at the present in his hands, carefully tearing the paper off of the gift to reveal a framed photo of the two of you.

A framed photo of the two of you fighting in an airport three years ago on the day you first met.

“So, Tony had put a camera in Peter’s suit back before we went and fought you guys.” You explained. “And I thought it had to be gone since Peter was... you know... but it turned out that Tony still had the footage so I was able to find some from that day at the airport and in it there was this quick little shot of us fighting and I just had to have it, Buck.”

Flipping the frame around at you, he raised his eyebrows.

“A photo of us fighting?”

“Yes!” You told him. “Do you like it?”

Despite the fact that it was a photo of the two of you fighting- a fight that he had gotten his ass kicked in no less- he loved it more than anything else you could have possibly given him because it was the day he met you. It was the day his life changed and he didn’t even know it in the moment.

Although your story was far from “normal” it was your story and that’s what mattered the most to him.

“I love it, doll.” He said, pulling you into his embrace. “This is a crazy story to tell our kids though, huh?”

“All of them are.” You laughed into his chest. “But I wouldn't have it any other way, Buck. I love you.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, a photograph of the day your story first began in his hand, he smiled.

“I love you too.”

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druigswhores · 3 years

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fluff prompts 10 & 19 with pietro maximoff would be so cute 🥺

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summary: while on a mission with the avengers team you manage to save pietro’s life leading him to want to show his appreciation for you inspired by this prompt list

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, mentions of blood, set after age of ultron but pietro never dies and civil war doesn’t take place <3

note: i hope i don’t disappoint you with this fluff! i’ve been reading more quicksilver comics recently and this is the outcome of that :)

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"Remind me again, why did the ENTIRE team need to come on this mission?" You complained, fighting off two grown men while waiting for the signal Tony was supposed to give to tell you it's safe to go inside the building.

"Call it a group bonding session." Tony teased while flying near the building in his Iron Man suit, trying to figure out how to lower the shields. Ever since the fall of SHIELD, it became even more difficult to find the remaining Hydra bases and due to the Ultron situation that occurred a few years ago, the difficulty only increased.

"Could we do a little less chitchat and a little more fighting?" Steve demands, you could hear Cap's grunts through your earpiece, making it obvious that he's struggling to fight off the Hydra goons.

You were a couple miles away from the building attempting to make your way closer to it, the enemies clearly noticed your arrival when they saw a person in red and yellow suit flying pass their windows, easily recognising the well known Iron Man.

And because a huge green angry Hulk isn't exactly easy to ignore.

"Clearly Cap can't keep up with us superheroes." Pietro teased, with a blink of an eye he knocked out the enemies surrounding both you and Steve.

"Thanks for the help Sonic, I'd give you some onion rings but I don't have any on me right now." You joked, smirking at the exasperated speedster that stood in front of you.

"I just saved your life and this is how you repay me Prinţesă?" He feigned hurt, placing his hand over heart.

"Saving her life? That's a bit of an exaggeration even for you Piet." Wanda's voice was heard from the comms, she managed to make her way into the building effortlessly, fighting beside Vision.

"Mind your business Wanda." Pietro scoffs biting back the smile forming on his face, he could hear his sisters laugh through the earpiece.

"As much as I love hearing the two of you argue with each other, now may not be the time." Natasha commented, followed by Clint agreeing.

You sighed, knowing they were right, focusing on the mission instead of the twin in front of you, glancing around at your surroundings. You noticed the enemies lined up behind Pietro preparing for an attack. You would've seen it earlier if it wasn't for the conversation distracting you.

You thought it was too late when you saw the bullet fly through the air, aiming directly at Pietro, it felt as though it was moving in slow motion. The piece of metal cutting through the air making its way to the speedster. Not registering the fact that Pietro had super healing abilities your mind recalled what happened in Sokovia. The bullets going through Pietro in every angle possible. Him falling onto the ground, the colour drained from his face, everyone thought he was dead, Wanda included. That was until the speedster managed to spit out a joke about Ultron's good aim.

You didn't register what you were doing until after you did it. Rushing to protect him from the bullet you pushed him out of the way last minute, the bullet barely missed him, you felt the bullet scrape against your arm instead. Pietro fell to the ground with a yelp as you fell on top of him, wincing due to the pain the bullet caused you.

Steve ran over to the two of you after knocking out the culprit.

"They're both down." Steve states, Pietro shakes his head, attempting to sit up, lifting you up and placing you in his lap comfortably.

"Why'd you do that? You know I can take bullets right?" Pietro scowled, glancing over your body to check for anymore injuries besides the bullet wound, his hands were gentle, brushing over your body in a caring manner as he lets the palm of his hands rest on the sides of your face, holding your face in his hands.

"Now i saved your life." You joked, blushing at the position the two of you were currently in and trying to hide the pain the bullet was causing you. You weren't a super soldier or someone with super healing abilities, so jumping in front of a bullet to save someone that could survive getting shot multiple times wasn't smart thinking on your part.

But you couldn't help it.

You wouldn't say you and Pietro were best friends, you did get along well but the twin refrained from getting close to any of the avengers. Your relationship consisted of teasing each other often and bumping into each other constantly during midnight, resulting in the two of you having your own midnight sessions where the two of you sat in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate.

You reminisced on the last time you had your 'midnight session' with Pietro, not being able to focus on what Pietro and Steve were saying to you, there was a loud ringing in your head, echoing as you closed your eyes to stop the headache that was forming, you felt yourself being lifted up in someone's arms.

Maybe you underestimated how bad the bullet wound was.

"Fine weather we're having don't you think?" You laughed, glancing over at the window, the heavy rain pelted against the glass of the compound, that alongside the wind that sounded much louder in your bedroom made it difficult to even attempt to sleep. You could just barely make out the trees in the distance due to the night sky.

"Didn't think you'd show up tonight, don't you need the sleep before our mission tomorrow?" Pietro questioned. He was facing the stove, you could smell the hot chocolate that was heating up. You made your way next to him, grabbing two mugs and placing them next to him before moving to the fridge to grab the whipped cream.

You swapped positions with Pietro, passing the can of whipped cream to him and grabbing the spoon that was used to stir the hot chocolate.

"Oh wait! I made cookies today, we could have them now!" You remembered, grabbing the plate of cookies from the cupboard and placing it on the table, Pietro immediately reached out for one, and then another.

"I don't know if you know this yet but, I love you." Pietro confesses, grabbing another cookie. You pushed the plate away from him before he could grab another.

"You gotta slow down Piet, don't want you emptying the plate before we even get to have the hot chocolate, now do we?" You grinned and he complains, reaching out for another.

"It's nice to know you care so much about my well-being dragă." You rolled your eyes at the smirk plastered on his face. With the blink of an eye he was stood across from you, closer to the plate of cookies, with another in his hand.

The two of you couldn't stop the smiles that formed on your face, even going to bed in a much better mood than you were in previously.

It was hours after the mission, you were patched up as soon as the quinjet landed at the compound. After a long lecture from Steve and the debriefing, you were finally able to be alone, only wanting to go back your room and sleep for days.

You made your way to the elevator that would take you to your floor, too tired to take the stairs. You attempted to fight back the tiredness, blinking harshly to keep yourself awake, missing the blue streak of a superhero making its way into the elevator and right beside you.

"How are you feeling Dragă mea?" Pietro speaks out after a couple moments, you jumped in shock not realising the speedster was next to you.

"Dammit Piet! What did I say about doing that?" You held your hands over your chest, frightened. He looked at you apologetically before moving to the elevator buttons, pressing the button that stops the elevator from moving.

You stared at him as he sighed, struggling to put his thoughts into words.

"Piet... what's wrong?" You whispered, analysing his face and posture, you could tell he was stressed. He turned to look at you, his face softening when your eyes met.

"I can’t lose you prinţesă." He manages to say, making his way to you, reaching out for your hand.

His hand was warm in yours, he held onto your hand tightly, you looked at him confused, raising your hand to rest against his jaw, your thumb stroking his cheek gently.

“You’re not going to lose me, where’s this coming from Pietro?” You asked softly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, your head rested against his chest. You could feel his uneven breaths, almost as if he’s on the verge of having a panic attack. Pietro struggled to even out his breath, panic bubbling up inside of him, he can’t lose you. Even the thought of losing you filled him with dread, he doesn’t deserve someone to risk their life for him, especially someone like you.

“How did I manage to get you?” He finally whispers, pulling back to look at you.

That’s when you understood what he was trying to say.

“I don’t want to lose you too, you know? Even the thought of it, it just-” You take a deep breath, smiling solemnly at him. “Every-time we go on a mission I’m terrified Piet, after what happened in Sokovia- after what happened to you. I cant lose you, I care too much about you.” The memories of what happened in Sokovia haunted you. You weren’t close to the Maximoffs then but you understood them, you understood their pain and loss. Similarly to them you had no one, no family, no one to say ‘I love you’ too.

Until now.

“That’s a very complicated way to say you love me, dragă.” He teased, you could see the redness in his eyes from the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Well no one else enjoys my baking as much as you do.” He rolled his eyes in response knowing your referencing the night before, while still holding you in his arms, he reaches out to turn the elevator back on.

No more words were needed to be said, not for now at least. You had each other, and that’s all that mattered to you, for now.

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kiiiiiim · 3 years

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oh, you got my heartbeat runnin' away

beating like a drum and it's coming your way, Can't you hear that boom badoom boom boom badoom boom bass?

It's been almost 10 months, and Kara still can't hear a damn thing except her own thunderous heartbeat in her ears every single time Lena walks through the door.

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Kara is good at controlling her abilities. She's had plenty of time to learn, for example, how to stop herself from accidentally incinerating some lowlife who has the audacity to catcall her on the street when she's 15 minutes late to work with Ms. Grant’s coffee spilling down her arm. She's good at completing daily tasks at a slower, more human pace - even if she does take advantage of an empty office from time to time in order to speedy-finger-type her way through an article she forgot to finish the night before. She’s good at filtering out the enormous amount of noise her super-hearing picks up, which had been the hardest ability to master right after actual flight - learning how to block out car alarms blaring from two states over, a hundred different conversations around town combining to form an incoherent, garbled din - even the ants marching beneath her feet was a sound so magnified it hurt her ears those first few weeks after arriving at the Danvers' home. But in time, Kara had gotten the hang of that one too - or so she'd thought.

Because they’ve been dating for almost ten months, hit all the "firsts" in any budding relationship from first kiss to first fight to first time holding Lena's hair back as she vomits into the toilet bowl after eating bad sushi, and yet -

Kara still can't hear a damn thing except her own thunderous heartbeat in her ears every single time Lena walks through the door.

"Sorry I'm late, today was an absolute nightmare," Lena sighs as she shuts the apartment door with one heeled foot, dropping her briefcase unceremoniously on Kara's kitchen island with a heavy thud. She sheds her jacket and opens the fridge, pulling out a can of soda - she's been trying to cut back on the scotch - and busies herself with fixing a glass of ice to pour the contents into.

"Someone managed to hack into LCorp's mainframe and, unlike a normal, civilized hacker who might’ve tried to find an access point into our accounts, this individual decided that their time and efforts would be much better spent creating a fully nude animation of my brother that dances across every LCorp screen, every five minutes - All. Day. Long." Lena makes a little noise of distress as the fizz from her soda starts to overflow onto the counter and hastily grabs a dishtowel to sop up the mess.

"It took ages to find the source - I had to cancel all of my meetings and reschedule the demo for the new image inducer with our shareholders from Metropolis, which was just delightful because we've had to change dates twice already and they probably think I'm so incompetent at my job that they may just decide to pull out altogether, and I can't afford to lose their support so I'll have to - darling, why are you looking at me like that?"

Kara has lived on this planet for years - she's adapted to the yellow sun and the powers it gives her, knows how to tune in when she needs to and how to tune out when she has to. It keeps her loved ones safe and keeps Kara sane, a delicate balance that must be maintained in order to protect the planet and still live the full life she's cultivated outside of the cape and sigil.

Kara is good at controlling her abilities - or at least, she was. Now, she feels like she’s 12 years old again, a newcomer to this strange planet with its overwhelming chaos, with not one ounce of practiced focus in her little alien body.

"Do I have something on my face?" Lena laughs, self-consciously touching her cheeks with both hands. "My teeth?" She makes a face that is so unfairly cute it makes the war drums in Kara's ears beat all the faster, a crescendo that she's positive will end with her going slightly deaf if she doesn't get a grip.

"Do you really not hear that?" Kara blurts out - a little too loudly apparently, because Lena visibly starts and spills more of her drink, this time onto the floor. She curses and drops the damp towel on the floor, using her expensively-clad foot as an impromptu mop.

"Hear what?" Lena asks.

"My -" Kara cuts herself off, suddenly shy as she turns her head to hide her face from Lena’s view. "I don't wanna say…"

Lena slips off her shoes and carries her glass to the living room with too much grace for someone who spent the last ten hours battling a cyber menace. She plops herself down on the couch opposite Kara and pokes her playfully with a bare toe. "Well now I have to know. My curiosity has been piqued. Besides," She lowers her voice until she's practically purring. "You've turned such a lovely shade of red that it makes me think I'll like the answer."

Heat engulfs her impenetrable skin, she knows she’s blushing head to toe at this point and she’s not sure if it’s more from embarrassment or the nearly unbearable desire to pin Lena down and kiss the smirk right off her smug face.

This isn't the first time Kara's been in love. At least, she thinks it was love. It still gives her pause years later, trying to figure it out - but with Lena, there's no question. She loves Lena in every sense of the word with an intensity she didn't know was possible. It’s the most real thing she’s ever experienced. Whatever her experiences in the past, this relationship and all the feelings it sparks in her is new territory for Kara, and she doesn't quite know if she's doing it right half the time. She doesn't want Lena to think she's weird or stunted or just… bad at this.

“Karaaa…” Lena singsongs softly, her smile growing wider as Kara turns more and more scarlet with each agonizing second. Finally, Kara groans and buries her face in her hands.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I would never.”

Kara peeks out through her fingers, feeling stupid and sheepish. “I didn’t think I would still be feeling like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like… this!” Kara gestures to her chest, thumps it with one tightly clenched fist. “I thought all those things you feel when you start a relationship - the butterflies, the nerves, the excitement - would fade after a while. Like, not disappear, but that they wouldn’t be so… intense. I mean, we’ve been together for the better part of a year and I still… I’m still so…”

Lena cocks her head and narrows her eyes, but with a smile on her face that is one part endearment and one part utter confusion. “And you still…” Lena prods.

Kara sighs. “When I first came to Earth, it took me a long time to get my super-hearing under control. Everything was so loud and I didn’t know how to filter any of it out. Eventually I got the hang of it, but sometimes… sometimes my heart pounds so hard when I look at you that I literally can’t hear anything else around me, even if you’re the one actually talking. I have no idea what you said when you walked in just now. Not one word.” Kara hides her face again. “I feel so stupid.”

Kara feels the couch shift, knows instinctively rather than actually sees Lena come around and kneel on the floor in front of her. Lena’s hands are cool as they take Kara’s wrists, guiding them away from her flushed face. Her eyes are shiny, green pools filled with nothing but tenderness.

She takes one of Kara’s hands and gently places it on her chest. Lena is wearing a low neck today - advantageous, for it allows Kara to feel Lena’s heartbeat all the better. It’s absolutely hammering underneath her touch.

Kara almost jumps to her feet in alarm. “Oh my God, are you ok? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Lena’s forehead falls into Kara’s lap as she lets out a hearty, exasperated laugh. Her voice is muffled through the fabric of Kara’s jeans. “No, you silly, wonderful woman.” She picks her head back up, clasping both hands over Kara’s and meeting her confused gaze. “It’s been doing that for years.”

“Like… like a medical condition?”

Lena bites her lip, possibly to keep from calling Kara something rather more than ‘silly,’ even in the most loving way. “Like since the day I met you, Kara.” She says quietly.

There’s a beat of silence that seems to stretch into minutes before Kara’s abashed face splits into a slow grin. “Oh…” She responds. “Well, now I don’t feel so stupid.”

“You shouldn’t,” Lena says. She gently pushes Kara’s knees apart and sidles her way between them, cupping her face in her hands with a smile. “Because if you’re stupid, then I’m stupid. And I have three PHD’s, so, I would really like to not consider myself stupid.”

Kara chuckles, turns her head to kiss the palm of Lena’s hand. “Not stupid.” She whispers. “Although I’m gonna have to relearn how to block out my own heartbeat, because I really like hearing the things you say.”

Lena leans in and kisses her, slow, gentle, pouring as much love as she can into it before she has to pull back for air. She tucks a blonde strand behind Kara’s ear and lets her fingertips trail down her neck, feeling the fire beneath her skin. “That’s fine,” She murmurs. “Just focus on mine instead.”

#supergirl #supercorp #my ficlets #did i really just write a drabble based off a nicki minaj song #yes. yes i did.

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supercorpkid · 3 years

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Once Upon a Time in…

Storybrooke.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Emma Swan x Reader, Regina Mills x Reader, Snow White x Reader, Prince Charming x Reader.

Word Count: 2900.

Previously on the series - Neverland, Camelot

“So we’re back at square one.” You sigh, looking at Henry, while he is reading his enormous book.

“Not entirely true. We know that we have to lift the curse so you can leave, and that we have to do it fast before you become a character of the book.” He says, without raising his head at you. You’re almost arguing when a plate with at least 20 pancakes is placed before you. That stops your mind mid-rant.

“Thanks, Granny.” You smile at her, who smiles back before leaving. “Except that we don’t know who cursed the town, so I might as well embrace my fate of being a fairytale character right now and forever.”

“You know, there is another way.” He finally looks at you and you encourage him with an eyebrow raise. “Too risky and honestly? I don’t even know if they would agree to it…”

“Would you go on with it already? No need to build up the climax, we’re already past that.”

“Another curse.” Henry says and you furrow your brows. Having two curses surely doesn’t sound like the solution. “A liftable curse, of course.”

You just blink at him when he doesn’t say anything for a while.

“Ok, what if my mom cursed you into believing you’re a part of the story? You would be written into the book-” You open your mouth to argue. “But it comes from someone who knows and can undo it. So, when the time comes, she lifts the curse and you’re not in the book anymore.”

“Uh.” You think about it for a second. “Sounds like it could work. It would be like if we had a countdown watch and after your mom’s curse it would just pause it.” You say and he nods in agreement.

“The protection spell around town gets lifted and she undoes your curse right after. The countdown restarts but you would be ready to leave.” He finishes your train of thought. “Only thing is whether she will agree to this.”

“Well, we’ve got to try, right? Might be our only hope.” You’re almost out of the booth when you look at the pancakes in front of you. “Give me a minute.”

“Can’t believe you’re thinking about food right now.” Henry rolls his eyes at you.

“Can’t believe you’re not.” You say inhaling the food in front of you in exactly one minute. “Ok, I’m done.”

“This was traumatic to watch.”

You ignore him and you both run out of Granny’s to Regina’s house at the end of the main street. You try to go slower so he doesn’t fall too far behind, but you’re still in front of her house way before he gets there.

“Next time, give me a ride.” He is breathing hard next to you but recovers faster than normal. “Mom? Are you here?”

“In the kitchen, kid!” You hear Emma’s voice, and you follow Henry to it. You find both Regina and Emma making breakfast together. The scene doesn’t fail to bring tears to your eyes. It’s too familiar. “Oh, you guys are together, great!”

“We think we have a, well, it’s not a solution. It’s more like a-” Henry looks at you.

“Band-aid.” You give them a forced smile.

“Let’s hear it.” Regina asks and you and Henry do your best explaining the whole thing. “So I would undo the curse and she’ll leave, huh?”

“I know it’s not ideal but-”

“But it’s pretty good.” Emma says. She comes closer to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure about that, though?”

“No. I know nothing about magic.” You shrug. “If this was science or anything related, I would probably be sure, but this is outside my area of expertise. If you two think it could work, then I trust you to bring me back when it’s time.”

“You should know all magic comes with a price.” Regina adds.

“What’s the price?”

“We’ll learn about it later.” She raises an eyebrow at you. You think of Lena and how you need to go back home to see her eyebrow raise.

“I’ll pay.”

“Well, then hold on to it, kid.” Regina says with a smile. “You’re about to become a fairytale character.”

You and Henry look at each other. As good of an idea this was, you didn’t consider all the outcomes. You’ll become a fairytale character; you won’t remember anything about your actual life. You won’t remember your moms, aunts, cousins, girlfriend, grandmas… You know it’s what you have to do, if you ever want to make it out of this reality and back into yours, but still. Not remembering Jamie’s laugh, Maya’s kisses, Kelly’s comfort, Alex’s shoulder squeezes, Lillian’s head tilt, Eliza’s soft voice, Lena’s green eyes, Kara’s smiles, it almost makes you want to forget about this and find another way.

“Ok, the curse is ready.” Regina says and you look up, coming back from your thoughts.

“Smells funny.”

“I know, sweetheart. It's a curse. It's not meant to be pleasant.” She says, making your heart beat faster on your chest. You hold your necklace strongly in your hands; remember your family one last time. Then close your eyes.

“Yay, food!” You open your eyes and look at your moms on the other side with a stack of pancakes in front of them.

“Hey, leave some for your brother.” Regina says, stopping you before you grab all of the apple pancakes she has made.

“Fine, you can have one, Henry.” You joke, putting just one on his plate from the stack in front of you.

“Be nicer, honey.” Emma kisses the crown of your head, before sitting next to you. You smile, putting two more on his plate.

“There, you’re eating just as much as me now.”

“Listen kids, today Emma and I will be working with Mr. Gold to see if we can lift the protection spell around the city. You two will spend the day with the Charmings.”

“Oh, come on, moms. We’re old enough to help!” Henry says and you agree.

“Of course you are. And we will need your help when the time comes. Just, well, you know how is like to work with Mr. Gold-”

“Always an adventure.” You and Henry say in unison.

“Something like that.” Emma agrees looking like she wanted to disagree, instead. “Besides, I thought you had archery lessons with your grandma today?”

“Yes!” You agree, excitedly.

“And Henry, you will be hanging out with your grandpa at the station, right?” She gets his answer in the form of a nod. “Well, great, we’re all very busy today. But we’re still meeting at Granny’s tonight for dinner, ok?”

“Sure thing, mom.” You get up and kiss her head. “See you guys later, I’m late to meet grandma.” You kiss Regina’s head right after. “Bye, mom. Squirt, wanna a ride?”

“Stop calling me squirt.” Henry complains, getting up from the table. “See you later, moms.” He follows you to the front of the house. “Don’t run so fast, I just ate.”

“You know I only have two speed levels. Fast or breaking the sound barrier.” He jumps on your back and out you go, fast enough to be at the station in a blink of an eye. “See you later!”

It doesn’t take long before you and Snow White are walking in the woods close to the city. You love spending time in the woods with her. You love just sitting in silence and letting your senses become even more refined. Sure, you have super hearing, but she teaches you how to focus even on the simpler things. Leaves in the wind, steps in the woods, birds chirping. There’s no other place you feel as in peace as in the woods with Snow.

“So? How are the woods today?” She asks, hand on your shoulder.

“Was there ever a time where there wasn’t anyone in the woods doing weird stuff?” You ask, making Snow laugh loudly next to you.

“Not in Storybrooke.” Snow agrees with a smile and points a direction for you both to walk.

“How do you want to do this?” You ask, putting your bow into position and closing one eye, looking around.

“Like we shall do everything.” You look at her and she winks at you. “Together.”

You miss the shot. You try again. Your arrow breaks. You try again. You lose your temper. You try yet again.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

‘Together’ is the word to live by.

“Mom, can you help me take control of the panic attacks?” It’s late at night when you ask her that. Regina is happy that you’re asking for her help, and you two sneak into her office while Emma and Henry watch Space Paranoids.

“Remember,” She holds you, before she starts. “These are nightmares I’m putting in your mind. None of them are real. You’re safe and sound at home with us. Say the word and I’ll stop.”

“Ok.”

“But sweetheart, you’ve got to fight it. With all the strength and courage I know you have. Concentrate and fight it.” Regina says, and you nod, closing your eyes.

Your mind is filled with visions. Terrible ones, by the way. You see people dying, by shot guns and swords. It’s a war inside your mind. You know it’s not real, but the feeling is the same. You try to run but your legs feel wobbly and weak, and you fall on your knees. There’s a pool of blood under you and when you look to the side you see Henry with glassy eyes, completely lifeless.

“NOOOO!” Your heart starts beating into your ribcage, as you shake before reaching for him. “Please, please don’t be dead.”

“Concentrate. Focus.”

“HE IS DEAD! IT’S MY FAULT!” You yell, with tears wetting your face.

“It’s not your fault.” Regina says in your ear. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

“HENRY! PLEASE COME BACK!”

“What’s going on?” You hear his voice. Regina has already stopped filling your mind with visions, but still you see his glassy eyes staring at you. “Hey, open your eyes. I’m here.”

You see him. But your body is still reacting harshly to the vision. You cry and shake. You’ve failed, but you’re not the one to back down.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

You’ll overcome your fears.

“Hey honey!” Emma wakes you up, with an excited greeting, and you roll to the side not opening your eyes just yet. “I could really use your help with something.”

“What is it?” You mumble, still too sleepy to talk.

“We’ve gotta help Ella. And I thought we could have some mother-daughter bonding time.”

“You’re my mother. Isn’t that enough of a bond?” You ask, as a joke, and you get a chuckle in response.

“Come on. It would be much faster if you could fly around and find her for me. Otherwise I would have to use magic to find a shoe and then more magic to track her, and then-”

“Oh my God, ok. I’ll help.” You get up and get ready in seconds. “I know you just want my help because I’m faster than the Flash.”

“Faster than a flash, honey.” Emma corrects you. “Let’s go!”

So you find Ella, just before her evil stepmother shoots her, and you stand tall in front of her because you’re indestructible, and your mom uses magic to contain her evil stepmother, and it’s just another day in Storybrooke. You know, for a really small town, there’s always something going on in here.

“Saving the town with my kid.” Emma throws her arms around your shoulders with a smile. “What mother could ask for more?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I think being saved probably doesn’t sound so bad.” You complain, getting a tight squeeze from her.

“Sitting around waiting to be saved, with no idea whether someone’s actually going to come for you-” She sighs, loudly. “Trust me, I know doing all the saving all the time sounds exhausting. But waiting around is-is as bad as it can get, honey.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

Heroism comes first.

“Are you ready?” Snow asks and you agree excitedly. Bow and arrow ready to shoot. You look at her getting in position. “Together.”

You nod, and you two aim at the same spot. Both of the arrows travel together and land side by side in the middle of the target. You smile, excited. “I feel like the Green Arrow!”

“Who’s that?” Snow asks and you look at her furrowing your brows.

“I-I don’t know.” You think and think about how that name just easily left your mouth. Huh. Weird.

Days. Weeks. Months.

“Here comes the town’ superhero!” Emma says when you walk in the kitchen.

“Here is the town’ savior!” You answer with a smile.

“I could use your help out there today, kid!” She widens her smile.

“Doesn’t this town have enough heroes?” You sit next to her, and she kisses the crown of your head, before placing a plate of hot waffles in front of you.

“But only one is super.” She winks, making you giggle in excitement. You’re convinced right away.

Days. Weeks. Months.

“Focus. Concentrate.” Regina says, close to your ear. And you breathe deep trying to do so.

“It's kind of hard when you're talking in my ear.”

“And when the wind blows, or it's raining, or someone's shooting arrows at you. Yes, concentration's hard. That's the point.” She bumps her shoulder on yours. “Sweetheart, you told me you needed help.”

“And I do.”

“Then let me help.” She runs her fingers through your hair slowly. “The world will always throw disappointments, sorrows and pain on our backs. It’s our job to learn how to handle them. I worked very hard for my first reaction to be as Regina and not as the Evil Queen.”

“I know, mom. You said that a million times.” Your answer makes Regina lose her cool a little. And you smile, apologetic. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I asked for help. I need to know how to handle the pain. Please, I’m ready to go on.”

“Close your eyes.” She asks again and you comply. “Are you ready?” You shake your head in agreement.

You see images. Like a lucid dream in your mind. Regina is using magic to alter what you see. And you see destruction, death everywhere. You see Snow’s head detached from her body, Emma bleeding with a sword on her heart, the only thing left from Charming is his hand, still clinging to his sword.

You should be ready by now. In fact, you should be used to it somehow. It’s not the first time you and Regina do this kind of exercise. But it doesn’t matter how many times you see your family bleeding out, totally lifeless in front of you, every single time, without fail, makes your heart beat faster, your lungs stop working, you shake, you start crying and hyperventilating, ready to destroy everything.

“Focus! No fire from the eyes.” You hear Regina’s voice and you come back to yourself a little bit, just to hold back your first reaction. It’s always the eyes.

“But mom is dead.” You cry out, clenching your fist.

“Concentrate. You can do it.”

You can do it.

You kneel before Snow’s head. Breath in while counting to 3. Hold your breath for 3 seconds. Breath out in the same amount of time. You know this isn’t real. Snow is home, and safe. You’re not in the enchanted forest. Nothing here is real.

You unclench your fist. Steadying your breath. You fight the images. Snow’s head goes back to her body. Charming’s hand disappears. Emma opens her eyes.

“You can do it.” You hear again. And you feel the thump in your heart settling back in your ribcage. Beating normal again. Soon enough the entire thing vanishes in front of your eyes. You open your eyes again. Your hands are still shaking a little, but you’re home with your mom, and you’re safe. She smiles fondly at you. “See? I knew you could do it.”

“I did it. I stopped my panic attack.” You say with excitement planted on your face and she hugs you tightly. It doesn’t matter how many months it took you to do so, you still did it.

“How about we celebrate? Guess who lifted the town’s protection spell this morning?”

“Wait, really?” Your eyes widen in excitement.

“Yes! You know what that means?” Regina asks, and you can barely contain yourself, jumping up and down.

“Pizza from the neighborhood city!” You squeak. “Can I go get it? Please mom, let me go get it!”

“Here.” Regina gives you the money. “Bring enough for your grandparents. And Belle. Maybe Hook too. Just anyone who happens to be at Granny’s.”

“So basically the entire city?”

“Basically.” She smiles and you’re almost out the door, when you look back at her and add.

“Did I have any plans for when we could leave town?” You think and think, but nothing comes to mind. “It’s weird, I swear I feel like I’m forgetting something important.”

“Maybe to give mom a kiss?” Regina asks and you smile. Rushing to her and hugging her, before kissing her forehead.

“Yeah, it was probably just a kiss.” You chuckle.

Days. Weeks. Months.

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #ouat fanfiction #ouat #snow white #emma swan #regina mills #swanqueen

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maythewidowtakeusall · 3 years

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SUN-KISSED Pt. 2

Part 1 | Part 2

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Wordcount: 2894

Warnings: alcohol

Summary: An argument with your boyfriend Steve Rogers is the perfect incentive to go out drinking with Natasha.

It's sunset again, Natasha notices, but she pushes the thought down as your fingers tangle with hers. You tug on her arm and she follows you silently, pathetically at your whim at all times, even when she knows she should tell you it's a bad idea. Because it is. She doesn't trust herself sober around you, and she's scared of what a few drinks will do.

But you're adamant, your mascara smudged under your eyes from crying earlier. She hates it, she hates Steve for making you feel so bad about yourself, about your work. You're fucking amazing, and though she respects the old man, she's not going to let him do this to you. He can stick his second world war virtues up his ass.

Despite the considerable force you're pulling her along with, she stops you, spins you around, curls an arm around your waist tightly to hold you close. She can't help but smirk as your eyes widen.

She probably enjoys this too much. But it was you who called her.

You watch with confusion as Natasha licks her thumb and swipes it across your cheeks gently, wiping away the last telltale signs of your argument with Steve. Your eyes shine more brightly than they usually do, but otherwise you look perfect again, even with your tousled hair and carelessly thrown on leather jacket.

"There."

"It was the mascara, right? I forgot about that," you say with a sheepish smile that soon drops, the feeling of your cheeks heating up deepening your embarrassment. It's the proximity of another human being, or the two shots of tequila you had back at the Avengers Tower, or the fact that at least she genuinely seems to give a shit about you. At any rate, it feels soothing after all the jarring words you and Steve threw around earlier. You need a girls' night out, you need to be told not to overthink things, to let loose.

And the moment you stormed out of Steve's room, you knew who you had to turn to. You knew it was only Natasha you wanted around and no one else.

She didn't protest. In fact, she dropped her plans at a moment's notice to go out with you. She promised to take you to a dive bar, one she knows like the back of her hand that has good drinks and even better prices. It's close to her place, and you will crash there afterwards. She said will, not can. She's not letting you go back to Steve in the state you are in, the state he's put you in.

And you are perfectly alright with that plan.

The Coyote is a small but handsome place, with soft blues rock whining in the background, furnished with tables and bar stools from a bygone era. There's a pool table in the back, a woman in her fifties tending the bar with a frown as one of the patrons knocks his drink over. You stand in awe for a minute as the bartender - who also happens to be the owner of this particular dive - berates the man in front of her for spilling his beer. "You think I want to clean up after you all night, Larry?" she throws him a disdainful look before muttering under her breath as she fetches a rag to mop up the beer that bleeds down the wooden surface just like your mascara ran down your cheeks not so long ago. "Fucking lightweight."

"Well, what do you think?" Natasha smiles, pleased to see enthusiasm stealing behind your eyes.

"I love it. It's so..."

"Vintage?" she helps. She knows you love old things in the most adorable way. You love everything that is vintage, everything that takes you back to times you never lived in - buildings, furniture, streets, monuments, museums... People. Old people too, she reminds herself bitterly.

"Yeah," you smile.

She matches your smile, knowing eyes drinking in your improving mood greedily. "Wait til you've tried their drinks. Holly prides herself on only keeping the best of the best."

The night is a lot slower and more mellow than what you expected. You wanted wild, you wanted to force the thoughts out of your mind, you wanted to be exhausted, maybe even blackout and start over fresh tomorrow. But you're just tipsy, the alcohol filling your body with a gentle buzz that's not at all unpleasant. You and Nat have paced yourselves, and you talk, and fill the booth you took for just the two of you with genuine laughter and ease. She matches your teasing tone when you joke, indulges you when you steer the conversation to deeper waters. However, you've been tiptoeing around Steve, and the argument, but Natasha unravels you, and she listens to what you have to say, and it's fucking difficult to admit, but she seems to understand you more than Steve ever did - so you cave in when she puts a hand on your forearm. It feels right, too right, but her question distracts you.

"So... Should we address the elephant in the room or is this the point where we pick up the pace a little?"

Your shoulders sag when you realise you don't really want to get drunk. You don't want wild. Or reckless. Lights out, with the bittersweet relief of not remembering a god damn thing about tonight. You just want this moment, even if it is difficult to open up to her. "I don't know what to say."

"I do," she quips. "Steve's a moron."

You laugh, despite everything, and it makes her tighten her grip on your arm encouragingly for a second. "He's not a moron. But he did act rather moronic today."

"I think you did well on the mission," Nat declares, leaning back and lifting her glass of beer to her lips.

"I was reckless."

"Those are his words, not yours."

"Yeah... The thing is, I don't feel guilty about what I've done at all. I calculated the risks, and I trusted my abilities to see me through the job. Mission accomplished - even if my tactics were questionable from a strictly military perspective."

Nat nods, and a silence settles over the two of you as she draws patterns on the cold wet glass in her hands. It's comfortable, and her wordless agreement wraps around you like a warm blanket. Your gaze meets the attentive green emeralds of her eyes, and you swallow thickly. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your loneliness, but she looks so fucking beautiful in the dim light of the bar, green military style jacket slipping down on one shoulder to reveal her black tank top. You shouldn't, you shouldn't, and you can't help it, and she frowns softly, trying to read your thoughts. And you worry, you worry she can read you easily, you worry she can open you up and trace the lines of your attraction to her with her fingertips.

Because that's what this is, you realise. Attraction. No matter how fucked up it is, no matter how angry it makes you at yourself. Steve's back at the Avengers Tower dissecting the argument in his head while worrying about where you've slipped off to. But you know he doesn't approve, not even his guilt can make him see that you shouldn't have to justify your every move on missions. You're far from helpless, and yet he treats you like a damsel in distress. Like you're less than him in a way, just because you weren't injected with the super soldier serum.

You want to be treated as an equal. In the team, in your relationships, during your missions. You want to be seen for who you are - a capable person, an effective agent, a force to be reckoned with, a mind that can easily keep up with the rest of the Avengers. Alas none of them really see you that way, and Steve is no exception.

But Natasha is.

The cab ride is quiet, you two sit in the back, eyes somehow glued to each other, Steve forced to the back of your mind as an unpleasant thought by what you feel for Nat in this very moment. You wonder if this feeling has always been in you, hidden, denied, labelled impossible and maybe even shameful. She reaches across and gently places her hand in yours.

And for whatever reason, you don't pull it back.

You've never seen her flat before, but it's everything you've expected. Laid back yet angular, stylish yet chaotic, inviting yet intimidating. It's an effervescent mixture, just like she is, and she pulls you inside without a second thought, exposing her hideout as if you came here every other day, as if letting you in her most private corner of the world was absolutely normal.

The thought of it makes your insides burn with a feeling you know you shouldn't allow to even exist.

It's late, but you're both hungry, and you make sandwiches in the small kitchen while joking and keeping the conversation light, amicably bumping your shoulders together. It hurts, for the both of you, to see the what ifs, the what could bes, the life you can't have but suddenly seem to crave. She accidentally smudges some pesto on her finger and licks it off. You lose your mind. You eat. Hunched over the tiny kitchen table, you feel yourself sober up completely. You're exhausted, but you don't want this night to end. Neither of you have done or said anything inappropriate, nothing has happened here for which you should apologise to Steve on the next day. And yet it's the most comfortable and loved you've felt in a long time.

You feel self-conscious when you wipe your makeup off in the quiet seclusion of her bathroom, a pair of her sweatpants and an old band t-shirt waiting for you, neatly folded, on top of the laundry basket. You expose the dark circles underneath your eyes, along with all the imperfections of your skin, and your lower lips trembles at the thought of having to bare yourself in front of her. Your body is shapeless after you've changed into your makeshift pyjamas (you try not to think too hard on wearing her clothes). Your hair, released from the tight updo you've forced it into is messy and loose now. To be fair, it was messy before too, but it's not really helping your confidence right now. You will have to leave eventually, and face her, and you're terrified of not seeing the same light and warmth in her eyes when she looks at you, the same smile she always wears on her lips whenever you're around.

She smiles even wider than usual when you emerge. The simple explanation would be that you're beautiful - it's the truth, without any embellishments whatsoever. The more complicated one she doesn't allow herself to dwell on, so she nods towards the bedroom and you follow her, even if a little forlorn.

"I don't often get guests," she smiles, sitting in the edge of the bed. The room smells of clean sheets and her perfume. "And even when I do, it's Clint, and I'm making him sleep on the sofa. But I'm willing to make an exception for you."

"Oh, you shouldn't," you protest as she stands. "The sofa is perfectly fine for me."

"It's alright, I don't mind-"

"Please-"

"It's no fuss-"

"This bed is big enough for the two of us anyways."

A small, awkward silence settles on you as you stare back at one another. If Natasha feels as bewildered as you do, she hides it well. Her head lolls to one side in thought, eyes assessing you. She seems content with whatever she's found in your gaze as she shrugs and sinks back down on the bed.

"Don't even think about hogging my blanket."

You regain your composure and grin, unable to feel uncomfortable around her any longer. You plop down on your belly unceremoniously and starfish on the mattress, and you can almost see her roll her eyes at you even through your closed eyes. You sigh as the firm mattress rises to meet your tired bones. "Ooh, I'm never leaving this bed."

"Move," Natasha nudges you, and you oblige her as you roll on your back. She lays next to you, and you stare up at the ceiling, glow in the dark stars blinking back at you in the dim light.

"I used to have those on my bedroom ceiling as a kid," you smile fondly.

"I didn't exactly have a conventional childhood. Figured I had some ground to cover on that front," she murmurs softly, lost for a moment in her memories. Your quiet laugh draws her back to the present and she's so very grateful for that. So very grateful for you.

"Well then, this is a good addition too, our little sleepover."

"Oh, yeah?" she grins, rolling on her side as she props her head up on a hand. "What do you want to do then to make it memorable? Gush about our crushes? Have a pillow fight? Play spin the bottle? Truth or dare? Get drunk? I have a bottle of wine, we could do that."

Your eyes land on her soft lips and you imagine daring her to kiss you. You imagine what it would be like to draw her in, to give in to the feelings inside you, to deepen the kiss, blame it on being drunk, trail your lips down the length of her neck...

But you could never do that to Steve.

"I think I've had enough excitement for tonight."

"Suit yourself, love."

Does she look disappointed? You don't have enough time to ponder as she nods and pulls back the covers to wrap them around the both of you. She then reaches to switch the lamp off on the bedside table and settles down beside you. You're still facing each other, and in the darkness you can see the outlines of her smile when your eyes adjust. She puts a hand on your shoulder, gives it a little squeeze. She's upset, she really is, she was so close to reeling you in, trapping you, telling you all she's been wanting to say for months now. But she's proud of you. For being loyal, for not breaking the trust Steve put in you even though you could do it without consequences. She'd never tell on you. But somehow, your silent refusal has made you even a better person in her eyes than if you would have given in to the kiss you've both obviously wanted.

But this all must be very confusing for you. Your week was an emotional rollercoaster, and she just wants you to be okay. "Wake me if you need anything."

You nod, and satisfied, Natasha turns to her other side. It's difficult, being so torn, wanting love but not knowing where you're supposed to get it. Overwhelmed by everything, you seem to spiral into mild panic. You don't know this place, and Steve is a stubborn asshole, and you just want to feel safe and sheltered for a single night, is that too much to ask for?

You scoot closer to Natasha, letting her feel your warmth first before you tentatively snuggle up to her from behind. She lets you, deathly still as if any movement on her part would scare you away. You slide your hand on her waist, afraid to go too far.

She takes it and wraps it around her midsection.

You don't talk about it in the morning. The sun shines brightly as you sit together in the kitchen. Coffee. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Slipping slices of tangerine to one another. A long hug before you leave.

And somehow you both feel a little less when you're apart.

You have much to think on, you both do. You don't avoid Steve when you get back. You go straight to him and you ask him for a break. He deals with his heartbreak as he soldiers though every hardship in his life - lips pressed together, emotions repressed, stiff nod straining his neck, regret shining in his blue eyes. But you need this. You need this, because he deserves better than to be lied to. Than to be led on. So does she.

Weeks pass. Missions come and go, all successful. You work together professionally, there's nothing forced. Tony remarks on the sudden drop of temperature in the room during a mission briefing where you and Steve sit in opposite ends of the room, but Natasha steps in and whacks him on the back of the head with the file in her hand and that's that.

You go to the top floor of the tower one evening, the staggering height's isolation comforting you now more than scaring you. You sit there for a while, watching the sunset, when you remember Italy, 3 months ago, stopping to marvel at the sunset, Natasha by your side.

And then you know. You just do. You need more time to accept it, of course. Probably even more time to act on it. But in the meantime, you can't stop thinking about her feeding tangerine to you in the morning, fingers brushing against yours as she passes the slices to you.

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warmth (Poe Dameron x Reader)

words: 5.6k yes it is the longest thing on this blog shush

summary: The Resistance’s victory celebration quickly turns sour when their trusted Commander, Poe Dameron, recognizes a toxin in the air. This favourite doctor is the only one he trusts with the information he has. You’re the only one you trust to look after him.

warnings: smut (this is 18+ people); afab!reader; porn with plot; sex pollen so that automatically makes it dubcon; doctor!reader; swearing, drugs, dirty talk, Poe Dameron is so whiny when he’s horny holy fuck; bondage; oral (f receiving); unprotected sex (wrap it up folks); pet names (good girl, honey, sweetheart, baby); this relies on Poe’s spice runner past (the one I use in Helix, not the gross canon one) but it’s not directly dealt with and it’s super vague

a/n: I was trying to find a place to feature Kade Sol who is my baby sunshine light of my life from the Helix series and I snuck him in here! also this was a worldbuilding writing exercise that somehow turned into the filthiest smut I’ve ever written so there’s that

As the last First Order ship disappeared from the sky, a victory cry sounded through the Resistance fighters. Poe Dameron landed on the tarmac of Cida’s Travel Station, popping the hood of his X-Wing. He grinned, watching the rest of Black and Blue squadron land around him, all hopping out of their ships and rejoicing on the deck.

They didn’t lose anyone in the air today. That alone was cause for celebration.

It had been three weeks of trying to break the First Order’s blockade on the Cida system. King Caran had graciously accepted the help of the Resistance, backed by the New Republic’s ships, and allowed them to set up a temporary base on Cida Prime. In exchange for liberating their system, His Majesty had granted the Resistance usage of their hyperspace lanes, which would cut the transport time from the Hosnian system to D’Qar in half. An easy trade, if anyone had bothered to ask Poe.

Which no one did, these days. But he was doing his best.

Kade, his captain, shook him from his thoughts as he called from the ground, “The King is asking for you, Dameron.”

He dropped out of his ship, quickly hugging Kade, grateful as always to have his best friend by his side, before jogging into the command centre of the makeshift air base, where King Caran and Admiral Ackbar were waiting.

“Commander Dameron,” the King’s booming voice sounded through the small room as Poe entered.

Poe bowed low, nearly folding himself completely in half. “Your Majesty.”

A pair of Cidan guards’ in navy uniforms flanked him as he trailed behind the King and Ackbar. Poe found himself tuning out the negotiations, agreeing with Ackbar on instinct as the two men spoke. They took more twists and turns than Poe could count. He began marking various basins, leaking different coloured smoke as landmarks, in case he needed to find his way out.

Not that he thought the King wasn’t deserving of their trust. This was a war. He just wasn’t going to risk it.

As they entered what appeared to be the King’s office, Poe felt almost out of place. Like he was floating, a gentle burning feeling in his gut the only thing grounding him.

In a turn of events Poe was not expecting, he found himself missing you.

He loved Kade. Of course, he loved Kade. His second. His partner in crime. But the flight home was sure to be a boring one without you.

It wasn’t tradition, necessarily. But each time the two of you had taken a mission together, it had been a resounding success. And on your way home, he’d celebrated between your legs.

And you’d taken care of him after, like the good girl he knew you were.

The burning moved lower, a sweet smell settling in his nose. One Poe recognized, from a time before the New Republic Navy.

Fuck.

Voice panicked, “King Caran,” Poe stood, realizing he had interrupted the King. Breathing heavily, he scanned the room, eyes locking on a small stone in the corner. It sat on a warming plate, small tendrils of yellow smoke disappearing into the air.

Caran laughed, following Poe’s gaze. “You know your therapies, my boy.” The man seemed… pleased. Proud. “A gift, from us to you.”

“With all due respect, your Majesty,” Poe coughed, a phantom of the sensation he had only felt once before aching deep in his lungs. “Most organisms outside of the Cidan’s can’t handle Stiima the way your graciousness can.”

“My apologies, my friend. We thought that it would help to calm things. For negotiations, of course.” Caran met Ackbar’s eyes, anxiety evident. “Please understand it is simply the way we celebrate such a great success as we have seen today.”

“I understand, your Majesty.” Ackbar side-eyed Poe, concern evident. “Are you alright, Commander?”

The ringing in Poe’s ears drowned out the last of their conversation. The next thing he knew, he was back on the tarmac, shouting, “Kade. Get everyone in the air. Now.”

He beelined for his shuttle, locking himself in the cockpit. Hand clenching as he felt himself relax into the passenger seat, the pain of his nails digging into his palm grounding him.

“Poe, you good?” Kade banged on the door.

He didn’t answer, focusing on the

Kade finally got the door open. “Poe, what the fuck?”

“Fly.” Poe said through gritted teeth. “I need you to fly.”

So Kade did.

They didn’t dock to the main carrier, flying above it. They would wait until it jumped to hyperspace before they followed.

Poe watched as fighter after fighter flew into the large ship. Ears filled with cotton, he barely heard Ackbar’s order over the comms for anyone in a shuttle to stay away from the ship.

Code Orange.

Quarantine protocol.

Poe couldn’t stop his mind from going back to you. The last time you were on mission together. The way your mouth felt.

Your eyes.

The innocent way you would smile, naked and spread out under him…

“Poe?” Kade asked, sitting forward in his seat. “Are you alright?”

Poe hit a comm button on his dash, connecting him directly to command.

“Commander Dameron, are you alright?” A young man’s voice came through his headset.

“I need you to connect me to med.”

“Is someone—”

“Connect me to med, officer. I need to speak with the doctor.”

You opened the hull door of Poe Dameron’s shuttle, a small case of bacta and other various medications tucked under your arm. Coughing into your mask as you entered the dark ship, you quickly located the panel to seal the door behind you, saluting the mech on the ground that would lock you in after the door eased shut.

The convoy had landed hours ago. The medic team had been slowly working through shuttles, administering antidotes to those that could take them.

It wasn’t poison. You’d ruled that out early. But the obvious effects of dehydration were evident. Poe seemed to know what it was, from the way he sounded in the recording Ackbar had passed off to med, but no one else was familiar with the symptoms everyone seemed to be presenting.

Looking around, you stayed still for a moment, letting your eyes adjust to the dark. You had been in his shuttle before; you knew you were in the cargo bay, and if you followed the wall to your right, you would find the ladder that would lead you to the cockpit. Your mission. The plan. Assessing Poe and Captain Kade Sol’s symptoms.

But if you went to the left and pushed the thin black curtain aside, you would find the small closet that served as his bed on long missions.

Your bed, when you joined him.

It was hard not to smile, remembering the long nights in hyperspace with the famous Commander. The way his curls tangled around your fingers. How his stubble felt against the inside of your thighs…

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you shook your head with a small embarrassed laugh and began to work your way to the ladder.

Even with the grey cloth pulled tight across your mouth and nose, you could still smell the musk of the air, heavy in your lungs. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it had a true weight to it, like slightly overripe fruit or warm spices, much worse than the three shuttles you had cleared before this. The rungs of the ladder were warm like the air, slick with moisture, a telltale sign that Poe and Kade had done as asked. There had been no air circulating in the ship since they landed. If any of the airborne toxins had gotten into the ship, it wouldn’t have had the chance to escape outside.

You smiled as your hands brushed their oxygen canisters, hearing the slow leak of fluid. Always thorough, Dameron…

Your hands grazed the small railing that guarded the catwalk to the cockpit as you made your way down to the sealed door.

“Commander Dameron? Captain Sol?” you called, hoping they could hear you through the dense metal. “It’s Doctor--”

The hiss of the door caused you to jump and you stepped back, taking in the form of the Captain. The large man nearly filled the doorway, dark clothes making it difficult to see him in the blackness of the ship. “I know who you are. Command came through a little while ago.” His voice as gruff as always, but he said it with a smile. “I’ve had no symptoms, but I figure you still need to check me out?”

“Yes, Captain.” You nod, “If you wouldn’t mind going back into the cockpit for me…”

He grumbled something you couldn’t make out but did what you asked, sitting in the only passenger seat in the small room, empty save for them.

“Where’s Commander Dameron?” you asked as you knelt in beside Kade, fingers on his wrist.

You ran through the basics of your training as he talked.

“Poe didn’t get so lucky. Got hit worse than most people, from what we’ve heard. He was in the King’s office. Said something about a… diffuser?” When you nodded, he seemed to relax. “That’s why he made the call. Asked me to lock him up until a medic got here. He was specifically asking for you, so I guess we got lucky.”

You were grateful for the dark, hiding the way you flushed. “Guess so.” Unable to hide the warmth in your voice, you gave Kade a small smile. “There isn’t a brig on this ship. Where—"

“His quarters. Stun cuffs magnetized to the wall.” He seemed almost embarrassed, ducking his head. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with him, exactly. Just that he hasn’t really stopped making noise since about twenty minutes after we landed.”

You hesitated. Generally careful about the information you give out to patients, you weren’t sure it would be appropriate to explain, but Kade and Poe were a package deal. Rarely did you see one without the other. They’d been joined at the hip since long before they had defected to the Resistance together.

“It’s a potent aphrodisiac.” You murmured, standing behind him and tilting his head to check for discolouration on his neck, “Most people got hit with… well, let’s call it Level 1 symptoms. Loose tongue. Unable to really control what they’re saying, or at least not thinking it through. Level 2 are action: making choices you wouldn’t ordinarily make. The… aphrodisiac part. If you get to level two, we’ve found they wear off in about three hours. No antidote needed. Just fluids and rest, after it all. But you’ve been in here almost a whole day…” and Poe’s condition hadn’t improved.

“Which means what? He’s at level 3?”

There wasn’t a level 3.

Coming around in front of Kade, you nodded slowly. “Was he complaining of… pain?” you flinched as you said the word, knowing the man had no idea what you were truly asking.

“Right before he asked me to gag him. He had moments he was lucid… basically told me to leave him locked up, no matter what he said.”

There was only one other person that had said the drug hurt, and she had been fine for a few hours now.

Kade chewed idly on his bottom lip, seemingly lost in thought. “Not easy being locked in while your best friend is raving like a madman.”

“The gag was a good call. He’ll thank you once he’s back to himself.” You tried for another smile. “You seem okay. Vitals are normal. Rosa is just outside. I’ll let her know that she can open the door. She’ll give you a mask and escort you to showers, and then back to your quarters. They’ll send a medical droid to check you out fully before you’re allowed to intermix with the base. Just in case.”

“Thank you, doc.” Kade stood, heading out the door to the rest of the shuttle. “Poe is—”

“I know.” You nodded, not really thinking through your words. “Closet. Curtain.”

Kade paused, turning to look at you for a moment. His eyebrow twitched, just slightly, before he dropped down the ladder. You appreciated that he hadn’t said anything, having a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t know you only off your medical reputation.

Your excursions with Poe were a relative secret, not wanting command to restrict you going on missions together because of your… you weren’t really sure what to call it. Enough people had stories about him that you knew you weren’t exclusive, but being with him was different. It had always been different.

Though you supposed all the people he took to bed could say the same thing.

You pushed the heavy curtain aside.

He was laid back on his cot, only one of his boots on. Poe struggled against his cuffs, attached to the wall above his head, and whined through the gag in his mouth. The bed squeaked and shook. It was a significantly less pleasant sound when you were standing there, not on top of him…

You shook your head quickly, a reminder that you were working, before you knelt on the ground next to Poe’s head. His eyes widened as he focused on you. Reaching for the fabric cutting into his cheeks, your fingertips grazed his jaw. “I’m gonna remove this, okay?” you murmured before eased the gag out of his mouth, letting the loop of dark cloth hanging around his neck.

“Sweetheart…” he whined the moment his mouth was free to move, his voice cracking around the dryness of his throat. You set your med case on the floor and opened it quickly, digging through bandages and bacta patches before finding what you needed. You lifted a small canteen to his lips, letting the water trickle into his mouth. He coughed, spluttering a little before he was tilting his head away, gasping, “Please, sweetheart. I need…”

You shushed him gently, swiping a cloth over his lips. Trying to distract him, you softened your voice, “You got everyone out before it could get bad, Poe. Everyone else is safe.”

He turned his head to look up at the ceiling, seeming to relax a little. Your eyes found his throat. Watching him breathe, swallow, reminded you of the way his skin tasted…

Fuck.

You coughed again into your mask, murmuring, “I’ll be right back.” and ignoring the way Poe whined as you let the curtain fall behind you.

Once you were a few steps away from him, you could breathe a little easier. The air was hot, fucking scalding through your mask, and you tilted your head back a bit to force yourself to breathe deeply. Slowly. Calmingly.

You reached up, touching the pad of the in-ear to firmly press it into your head, “Rosa? You copy?”

The woman’s high voice came through, louder than before. Her voice seemed to be directed straight into your skull. “Everything alright in there, doc?”

“Everything’s fine. Commander Dameron has symptoms we haven’t seen before and I think I’m contaminated. It’s not bad. I can work through it. But I’m going to take my comm out just in case.” You really didn’t need command hearing your unfiltered thoughts.

She grumbled, “Maker. You sure you’re alright?” You swore you could almost see the way her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, Rosa. I’m good. Level 1 or less. Just make sure those doors stay locked until we come off it. Don’t open them for anyone. Even the General.”

She turned on the link long enough that you heard her laugh before she said, “Sounds good. If we need you, we’ll come through the cockpit.” A brief pause, “Stay safe, doc.”

“You too, Rosa.”

Pulling the plastic out of your ear, you double checked that you had it turned it off before returning to Poe’s side.

He relaxed the moment you were back in view, hips stilling on the bed. You tried not to stare at the obvious tent in his pants.

His eyes seemed to focus better than before, saying quietly, “I heard you. Talking to Rosa. You shouldn’t have touched me.”

He was right. It was probably your proximity to him that did it. But you had to do your job. That was your only priority, of course. Of course…

“Like I’ve ever been good at keeping my hands to myself with you around.” You froze as the words slipped past your lips, unable to stop them.

He didn’t seem bothered by the sudden accidental honesty, but his eyes glazed over again, trailing over you. “I miss your hands…” he groaned, biting his lip and sending a wave of heat through you.

“Careful, or I’m gonna put that gag back in.” Voice sounding forced even to your own ears, you sat down on the floor, your back resting against the bed.

He mumbled something you couldn’t quite understand, until he repeated himself. “Take yours off. The… the mask. If you’ve got it…”

He was right. If you’d already been exposed, there wasn’t any point in keeping it on. It was hot. There was no one in there but you. You weren’t hurting anyone. You could take the mask off. It would be fine. You—

“Sweetheart…” Poe groaned, rattling the cuffs.

You ripped the mask off your face, tossing it near your medical kit.

“G-good. Can you… can you please take my arms down, honey?” he tugged at the cuffs again. If you had turned to look at him, you would have seen the desperation you knew was painted across his features. “It hurts.”

His whine sent a pang of guilt through you. “Why did you know what the drug was?” you asked, hoping it would distract him.

“It’s used in party drugs. The way it burns… it’s not like anything else I’ve ever—” He shifted, trying to get more comfortable, despite the way his pants were twisted around his legs from hours of struggling. The fabric stuck against him and pulled, and he moaned, guttural and sweet and chipping away at the wall of self-control you had haphazardly built against him.

“Poe,” Meant to be chastising, the word landed somewhere in the realm of yearning and breathless.

“Anything, sweetheart. Please.” Rolling his head back and forth on the bedroll under his head, he sounded close to tears as he whined, “I think my dick is going to fall off if you don’t touch it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, helping to break the cloud of arousal circling your head. “I don’t think that’s a medically sound diagnosis, Commander.”

“Say that again…” he breathed.

“Medically—”

“No.”

Your sharp intake of breath was the only sound in the shuttle.

“Commander?”

He tilted his head back, groaning, “You say my title and I can’t stop thinking about being inside you.”

“It’s just the drugs.”

“You know it’s not just the drugs.” You could have sworn it was a growl with the way the low sound of his voice tore through you. “I need you to touch me, honey.”

“Will you stop talking if I do?”

“Come lay with me and give me one hand back. Then I’ll stop talking.”

Negotiating meant he was lucid, if only partially.

“I thought you said it makes it worse if I touch you.” You squeezed your eyes shut, like that could block out the image that his soft gasps conjured in your mind.

“It’ll get worse before it gets better.”

“Always got a fucking answer for everything…” You grumbled, but it worked. Carefully, you eased yourself up off the floor and onto his small cot and leaned over him. One ring of the cuffs released with the click of a few buttons.

After freeing the gag from around his neck and tossing it to the floor, Poe’s free hand immediately reached for you, gripping your thigh. Even though the thick fabric of your pants, you could feel how warm he was. “Sweetheart…”

“You said you’d stop talking.”

“Lay down. Lay down and I’ll stop talking.”

You had agreed to it. And when his fingers dug into your thigh and the wave of relief washed over you at his touch, you weren’t about to argue.

So you laid down, back to him, letting his free hand roam up and down your side. Under your shirt. Down under the top of your pants that he didn’t bother to undo. There wasn’t any focus to his movements. Where he touched you, you relaxed, and as his touch moved on, your skin burned.

You didn’t notice the high-pitched whine leaving your parted lips until Poe’s hand came to rest on your throat.

“Does it hurt?” He traced from your jaw to your collarbone, over and over, putting just enough pressure on your neck that you were gasping.

“N-no… Are you…? Does it hurt for you?”

“This is better. You being close makes it better.”

“It’s just warm.” That was the only way to describe it. It was like he had set you on fire. Everywhere he had touched ached.

He groaned, breath hot against your ear as he rutted his hips against you. “Let me help, sweetheart…” No amount of squirming was going to make the heat go away and you couldn’t figure out how he could be so slow about all of this. “I can make you feel good. I can make it go away. Please…” His fingers trailed across the exposed skin of your stomach, soothing the burning feeling that wracked your body.

You gripped his wrist, bringing his hand up under the hem of your shirt, needing his cooling touch. Arching your back, your ass grazed him and you groaned together.

“Please sweetheart.” he begged, voice low and sending vibrations through your back where he pressed against you. “Let my other hand down. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” He rattled the cuff still glued to the wall for good measure.

He didn’t have to ask you twice. Rolling over, you shoved him onto his back and swung a leg over his hips. Grinding down as you reached over him, you released his hands, leaving the cuffs on the wall, up and out of the way. He was quick to flip you onto your back, hand cradling the back of your head as his lips met your neck.

“Pretty girl…” Poe murmured as his hand tangled in your hair, wrenching your head back to expose your neck. “Such a pretty girl for me… so fucking sweet…”

“Poe… Poe, please.” The whine left you before you could fully decide what you were begging for. Just more. More of him. His hands on your body. His lips on your skin.

The heaviness of the air weighed you to the cot, your knees down to the thin mattress as he slotted himself between your legs – still fully clothed – and you fell apart in his arms. Gasping into his mouth, body convulsing, you could barely move with the way he was positioned above you. You couldn’t open your eyes. You could barely breathe with the way every small movement sent searing heat straight to your core.

“Fuck.” His dark eyes focused on your heaving chest. “Do that again.”

He fought with the ties on your pants, tearing the sides as he forced them down your legs, taking your underwear with them.

It was all you could do to keep from screaming as he sunk two fingers into you.

Each movement of his fingers battled the heat coursing through you and let you come back to yourself, if only for a moment. His other hand splayed out on your stomach to keep you still. He pushed your shirt up and you ripped it over your head.

Your head spun as you realized he was still completely clothed.

Leaning down, he sunk his teeth into the inside of your thigh. Where you expected pain, pleasure ran down your legs. Following his trail of bite marks with soft kisses, up closer to where you needed him, he blew softly on your folds and you cried out, bucking off the cot.

You could hear the squeaking of the bed as you squirmed. Each laboured breath Poe took as he nestled himself between your trembling legs. The rasp in his voice as he murmured, “...wettest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen...” before he lowered his face to meet the apex of your thighs.

His mouth on you didn’t offer the relief you were so desperately searching for. It somehow made it worse, every swipe of his tongue followed by a trail of fire.

You pushed at his head but he barely responded. “Poe… Poe please… I need your cock…”

He hummed lightly against you, his tongue working you slowly, like you weren’t threatening to burn up underneath him.

Finally, you grabbed onto a handful of his curls and pulled.

He only looked up in mild annoyance. Gripping your wrist tight, he forced your hand to the cot. “I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you.” Though the words were soft, his tone was gruff.

Poe slowed his soft circles on your clit and you whined again, pushing up into his mouth. “Stay still.” He mumbled against you.

Each of his motions were so methodical, you could have sworn you were the only one dealing with symptoms. Until he glanced up at you with his almost-black eyes.

You stopped breathing.

You weren’t afraid. You could never be afraid of Poe. But you’d never seen him so unhinged. Like he was going to jump, and you were coming with him.

He snatched up both your wrists, leaning over you. Tipping your head back, you tried to kiss him but he moved further, up above your head.

In one quick motion, he locked both your hands in the cuffs on the wall.

“I need it. Please. I need--” He didn’t finish the sentence, hooking his hands under your knees and spreading you out for him. His tongue found your clit again and you couldn’t hear your own scream over the rush of blood in your head.

He’d always been accommodating. He took constructive criticism well and was determined to get you off, no matter what he had to relearn, when the two of you had fucked before.

Now, he took each of those little pieces and, like he’d been given the code to your body, he took you apart.

Every stroke of his tongue would have seemed planned if not for the way he moaned into your skin, the way he grinded his hips into the cot beneath him. You gave up fighting against the cuffs, instead focusing on rolling your hips against his face.

He held still, letting you move the way you wanted. Letting you use his tongue. Guiding your hips. It wasn’t until he set you down and you opened your eyes that you realized that he was dripping with you.

His chin glistened as he sat up and yanked his shirt over his head. His eyes didn't leave yours as he undid his pants, shucking them off and tossing them somewhere with his shirt. You didn't care. You didn’t care where his clothes were or where yours had disappeared to.

“My-- the cuffs. Poe, I need to touch you…”

Your hands were in his hair the moment he released you, pulling his mouth to yours. He tasted of you, and the heaviness in the air, and the familiarity of him that you’d grown so intoxicated by.

Ordinarily, he’d tease you. Just like this, your legs spread for him. He’d drag the head of his cock over you until you stopped threatening him, until you melted and became putty in his hands and your begging became wordless.

But he didn’t have the patience. You could see it in his face. He angled his hips, sliding into you slowly.

With this, there was relief. But it came as quick as it went and you were again whining under him, your cunt clenched tight around him.

He pushed deeper, his face tucked into your neck. “Relax, baby. Relax. You’re so-- so fucking…”

You didn’t know how he was going so slow. You didn’t know how he managed to stop, only halfway inside you.

All you knew was that you needed him.

You pulled his hips into yours. After two orgasms, there was no resistance. He bottomed out, gasping into your mouth. “Pretty girl…”

“Fu… Fuck me. Poe please please fuck me--” You pulled at his shoulders, his hair, grinding up into him as much as you could with him fully on top of you. “It hurts. Please…”

Whatever well of self control he’d been drawing from seemed to have dried up. Snapping his hips into yours, he kissed you.

His tongue dominated your mouth, not giving you space to breathe. Or think. Or do anything other than take what he was giving you. Your nails dug into his upper arms, leaving little crescent moons behind. His soft gasps of encouragement had you writhing beneath him.

“Perfect little… You take me so well, honey. Like you were fucking made for me…”

His words alone threatened to take you over the edge.

The burning came to a throbbing head in your core and you arched up into him, trying to pull him closer. Deeper. Anything to quell the fire inside you.

“Poe… Commander… P-please let me cum…” You weren’t in control of your words anymore. You weren’t in control of anything. “I need you.”

You wrapped your legs more tightly around him and his hips stuttered but he wasn’t stopping. Not for fucking anything.

“Let me feel you, pretty girl.” He growled against your neck.

And you unraveled.

The relief washed over you in waves as you lay beneath him. Between each peak, you could hear your own panting, feel the way your body fluttered around him.

You floated in the bliss.

Vaguely, you felt yourself roll over. Something cold dug into your side, but you couldn’t figure out how to move. Or figure out how to want to.

Your chest was still heaving as he traced along your ribs. A warm body came flush with your back. Fire trailed his dancing fingers.

“Sweetheart…” A soft moan at your ear. Breath, warm on your neck, sending a ripple through you. He pressed his hips forward, his hard cock sliding against your ass. “I need more. Please?”

You shifted your aching hips back towards him. “Please.”

You weren’t sure how long passed before you returned to normal – sated and thoroughly exhausted, but normal. Your skin no longer burned at the gentlest of touches. You could stand to look at him, to draw over the planes of his chest as he laid beside you without feeling the unyielding need for his cock inside you.

Your fingertips traced gently over the straining cords of muscle in his neck and he shuddered.

“You bit me.” He finally whispered.

You dissolved into a fit of giggles, curled up against his side. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you onto his chest.

“I’m sorry.” You laughed against his neck, kissing over the hickies you’d left behind.

“Don’t be. It was hot.”

“Where’d I bite you?” You propped yourself up on an elbow, looking down at him.

He tapped his upper arm, right underneath a series of bite marks. Ducking your head, you kissed over them, murmuring soft ‘I’m sorry’s between pecks.

“It’s okay. Really.” He tapped under your chin and you met his gaze. “Was that okay? We’ve never used cuffs or anything before and I’m really sorry--”

You kissed him to cut him off. “I’m okay. I trust you. You know that, right?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he rolled on top of you, an intensity in his eyes that would have scared you if you didn’t know him.

“I’m glad it was you.” Forehead pressed to yours, you shuddered as his soft breaths fanned across your lips. “I was hoping it would be you.”

Your breath caught. Gently, you brushed away the curls that fell in his face, tilting your face up and bringing your lips to his again.

He mumbled between kisses, “Can I take you for dinner?” You were too stunned to say anything, letting him kiss your bottom lip gently. He lingered at the corners of your mouth, leaving light kisses behind. “Hm? Will you let me take you out, sweetheart?”

“On a date?”

“If you don’t want it to be a date, it can just be a thank-you dinner--”

“It can be a date. Can it be a date?”

Giggling against your mouth, he said, “It can. I’d like it to be.”

“We should probably get out of this shuttle first.”

“Maybe put some clothes on before that?”

“Maybe.” Your nose brushed his. “Maybe I’d like to kiss you first.”

“Maybe I’ll let you.”

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