#small stubborn loud escapes easily cute fluffy

[ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2]

bdubs is like a shetland pony actually

#small stubborn loud escapes easily cute fluffy #also bosses around big horses and thinks theyre in charge #big horses tend to let themselves get bossed around too bc theyre usually bad at being in charge #and they like it when they have a bossy little friend #anways etho is like a big horse actually #bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #hermitcraft #wait i forgot #shetland ponies are also very creative #usually to do shenanigans but theyre just very intelligent in general #so thats also a point to why bdubs is a shetland

[yandereaffections]

Black Butler Masterlist

Sebastian Michaelis 

Ciel vs Sebastian over you

Reaction to your Pregnancy

Domestic HC with your child

Father and Husband

Clingy sebastian

Relationship w/o sex

Not believing his confession

Distancing yourself

Missing and returning with a present 

Throwing yourself into a river

Pagan, Pansexual, Crossdresser

Framed to Death sentence 

Married to Ciel

Sebastian HC

His need for Validation

Sick s/o

“Cheating” on him

Haunted House + Hunted Down

Torture 

Unwillingly hurting his S/o

Angel trying to seduce S/o out of their Contract

Angel stealing his S/o & Child

S/os child being their “one and only love”

Ciel having a soft spot for his S/o

Demon trying to replace sebastian for his S/o

Independent S/o

Crush trying to hook him up with someone else

Fluff HC

Nature loving S/o

Gold digger S/o

Stubborn S/o refusing to take medicine

S/o on her period

Physically disabled s/o

S/o with cutting scars TW

Kissing Seb as he pretends to sleep

Easily flustered s/o

Punishments HC

Witch s/o who attracts cats

After sex cuddling

Capturing his darling

S/o being the favorite parent

Sebs children trying to take his S/o away from him

Someone attempting to ‘save’ Sebs S/o

Neko S/o

Emotion HC

Arguing wih S/o

Demon S/o rejecting him

Trying to distract him with cats to escape

The difference between Normal and Yandere demons HC

Introducing your baby to the Phantomhives

Grell trying to harm S/o

S/o turning into a cat

Darlings already mated to a powerful demon

Empathetic and sweet S/o

Marrying Sebastian

Finding a way to make human s/o immortal

Smol and delicate s/o

Giddy/Energetic S/o 

Ciel and the servants figuring out Sebastians dating

Darling that cant cook but makes him something anyways

Ciel and the servants figuring out Sebastians dating

High class noble darling that doesnt pay attention to him

Celebrating Halloween with his kids

S/o invested in a book

Noble S/o whose parents doesnt want them talking to seb

Bringing home a stray puppy

Smart yet weak Neko S/o

S/o who has a tendency to climb and get stuck ontop of things

Touch Starved Sebastian

Stupid S/o

Taking Seb to a cat cafe

Nephilim S/o

S/o has a kid from a previous relationship

More Fluff

Taking care of a overworked S/o

Domestic Seb w/ darling

Fighting w/ his kids trying to take S/o away from him

Romantic Darling

S/o’s afraid of cats

Darling being ridiculed for coming out of the closet

Meeting S/o’s overprotective family

Sexuality and Gender Idenity HC

Spoiling his S/o

Darling w/ small Titties

Goth S/o

What music Sebastian listens to

Making a contract with S/o

Yandere Alphabet: D,F,H,R,T

S/o who loves loud aggressive music

Darling has an Eating Disorder TW

Yandere Alphabet: A,J,K,W,Z,I,Q

S/o is afraid of ghosts

Comforting Depressed Darling TW

Comforting S/o w/ the stomach flu

Darling that curses a lot

Loving a small, cubby and cute reader

Darling who always makes degrading comments and jokes about suicide TW

S/o who fears and avoids Sebastian 

Bathing darling

S/o who smokes TW

Dominant S/o

Taking care of a greedy food aggressive cat

Getting matching piercings 

Demon S/o

Finding out Darling has a crush on their best friend

S/o whos nervous at any sensual touch

Modern day Satanist Darling

S/o getting upset when finding out about his past affairs 

Reaction to his darling dying

S/o admits to loving his true form

Celebrating darlings birthday

S/o shutting down when kidnaped 

Fluffy Morning and Night Routine HC

Darling with Major Trust Issues

S/o who doesnt want kids

Darling who can turn into a chibi neko

Being reunited with S/o after being separated for a few years

Demon S/o having a family together

Schizophrenic Reader

40 year old male reader thinking your too old for him

Worker S/os employer abusing them

S/o who constantly has mini break downs

Autistic S/o

Short Tempered Darling

Platonic relationship w/ a  young neko

Disabled S/o who used forearm crutches 

Helping S/o through a Asthma Attack

S/o that loves playing with his hair

Avoiding him due to think demons are only manipulative 

Even More Fluff HC

S/o whos happy to be kidnapped 

Darling saying “I Love You” for the first time

Comforting S/o w/ daddy issues

S/o being sadistic in a strict way

Doing his makeup

Ciel Platonically being Yandere over Sebastian's darling

Placing cats ontop of you to wake you up

S/o wanting to do his skin care

S/o w/ a bad immune system

Play fights w/ sebastian

S/o who likes teasing him

S/o who cant speak english

Another demon wants to steal sebastian's S/o

Would sebastian understand memes?

S/os tics/adhd sounds are like cat sounds 

Spending a day at the beach

Would Sebastian use S/os mental disability against them?

His daughter bringing a dog into the house

Mermaid S/o

Phantomhive servants are platonically Yandere for Sebastians S/o

How Mayrin treats Sebastians S/o

Ciel accidentally calling sebastian's S/o “mom”

Collector s/o

Kittens love language is touch

S/os already married to a human

Writer S/o using sebastian as a reference for the villain

Meeting his wealthy yet not noble S/o

Being romantic w/ his kitten

How he goes about confessing and courting S/o

How he interacts with his new born child

S/os whose personality is bitchy/mean

S/o w/ ADD and MDD

Gifting him cat themed items

Romancing his kitten

S/o that blushes easily

Using his tailcoat as a blanket

Where he likes kissing his kitten & why HC

Loving care HC

Leaving gifts around the manor for his kitten

Building you a home HC

S/o thats bad at cooking trying to join him in the kitchen

Kitten who writes poems for him

Asking him to teach you how to fight

S/o giving him all sorts of affection

Giving back love to his affectionate kitten

S/o willing to give up their soul to save ciels 

What a average day with your new child looks like

“You look so beautiful like this…covered in all of my marks.”

 “This is what would happen if I didn’t take care of you.”

What life is like for the kidnapped S/o

“You’re weak. You need me.”

 “I love you, and I know you love me too. Even if you refuse to admit it.”

S/o who wants to travel the world with him

Demon S/o wants to spar with him

S/o whos a major sweettooth

S/o responding to his flirts with "Good joke, but you're a demon right? You're not supposed to feel. " 

The purge

Watching horror movies with Sebastian

Kidnapped S/o who refuses to look at him and makes rude comments 

Denying him by saying stuff like "you're like a father to me"\

S/o is a stoner

S/o has nipple piercings 

General HC

How Sebastian expresses himself to his Kitten

Playing GTA/RDR with sebastian

S/os basically nocturnal 

Styling sebs hair

Stalking HC

Asking him to dance

S/o gets extremely fatigued at the end of the day

S/o trying to tickle him

Caring for S/o after top surgery

S/o loves dancing to Kpop songs

Platonic S/o caffeine addict

S/o has 5 dogs

S/o imitates him constantly

Platonic seb adopting a young demon

Servant S/o works for a family that regularly abuses them

Sebastian vs Agni

Grell making Seb jealous via flirting at his s/o

Playing human games w/ his child

Running into poor S/o adoring cats

Kidnapping HC

S/o bothered by how much time he spends on contracts

S/o is feisty constantly fights against Seb

Seb baby fever HC

S/o having baby fever

Comforting S/o after their father suddenly passed

Matching tattoos

S/o using him as drawing inspiration

Yandere Alphabet M,K,A,L,U,Y 

Hunted down

Nuclear Apocalypse 

Platonic Babygirl is half demon half human

Life Threatening and Supernatural situation

Life threatening situation

Claude Faustus

Stalker prompt

Kidnapping HC

Affection HC

Pregnant S/o

Demoness S/o who wont give up without a fight

Innocent S/o

Hunted down

S/o uses ariel silks

Famous Violinist S/o

Ciel Phantomhive

Ciel vs Sebastian over you

Haunted House + Demon

Becoming your Suitor

Rejecting his advances 

Recognizing Crossdressed Ciel

Fluff HC

Independent S/o

Siren

Matching your outfit with his

Comforting S/o on their period

Ciel Platonically being Yandere over Sebastian's darling

Childhood friend S/o

Ciel accidentally calling sebastian's S/o “mom”

Platonic HC

Shy s/o

Falling for a Maid S/o

Servant S/o works for a family that regularly abuses them

Platonic Seemingly absent minded S/o is actually v smart 

Yandere Alphabet I,K,Y

Trick or treat

Undertaker

HC

Clingy S/o

S/o trying to escape

Naga

Kidnapping S/o

Cheering him up

Aggressive S/o 

Killing his rival

How he shows love

Rival threatening S/o

Loving s/o being treated unfairly

Fluff HC

S/o who “wears the pants” in the relationship

S/o can see/talk to ghosts

Darling that defies gender norms

Celebrating Halloween with his kids

Scary Movies

Ticklish S/o

Capturing S/o during a escape attempt

S/o wants a cat

Darlings into steampunk

Naga Undertaker soft affections hc

Half reaper S/o

Yandere Alphabet T,V,X,Y 

Hunted down by vampire undertaker

Alois Trancy

“youre mine do you understand? you belong to me”

Snake

Tough and Blunt S/o

Grell

Relationship HC 

S/o scared to accept Grells proposal

Figuring out what Grell is

FtM S/o

Not fearing what grell is

Grell raising their kid

Dealing with a man that persistently bothers you

Reacting to S/o singing the 5th verse of WAP

Celebrating Halloween with her kids

Childs now an adult

S/o doesnt want their child to be around the Phantomhives

Family w/ grell HC

Grells child angry theyre hidden 

Married life HC

Loving her S/o whos self conscious about their body

S/o who curses a lot

Platonic relationship with Kid Witch 

S/o who has MILF energy 

Kid Witch gets hurt by an angel 

Pregnant S/o

Loving a chubby S/o

Jealous HC

Kid Witch whos traumatized from getting attacked by an angel

Cuddling after a long days work

Comforting S/o during a Anxiety attack

Soft S/o

Affectionate S/o

Attempting to escape

S/o who walked around the house naked

Humanitarian/empathetic S/o 

Spoiling Grell with affection

s/o saw her kill Madam Red

S/o not believing grell has genuine feelings towards them cause she simps for so many others

S/o who trusts people to easily

Taking advantage of her S/os mental disability making them rely on her

Being with grell in her butler form

S/o absolutely fawns over grell

Platonic young reaper darling

Yandere Alphabet A,B,E,L,V

Vampire grell

Witch S/o

Life Threatening situation

Hannah

S/o trying to escape

Spoiled, aggressive S/o

S/o breaking down for the first time

Finnian

Elf s/o whos anxious about their ears

Ronald Knox

Headcannons

Yandere Alphabet L,M,U,Y

Edward Midford 

Tailor Apprentince S/o who shows skin

Cold and distant S/o

William T spears

Platonic timid sibling reader just became a reaper

Sebastian Michaelis

NS FW Headcannons

Jealous 

Period kink

Somnophilia

S/o giving a bj 

Heat HC

Bedding his S/o at a high class ball, bondage

Claiming S/o infront of her fiance

Punishment HC 

Sebastian murdering the competition and taking his S/o

Darling going through their first Heat 

S/o losing their virginity 

Bratty S/o 

AFAB darling calling him Daddy 

Face sitting HC 

Making darling squirt for the first time 

AFAB dry humping

Noncon & Breeding TW

Breeding Kink

Favorite Position & Orgasm control

Dubcon & Body Worship TW

How Vocal he is

Male Incubus S/o 

S/o likes pain during sex

Vampire Sebastian Breeding

Claude Faustus

Darlings first heat 

Undertaker

Naga NS FW

Foreplay HC

Body paint NS FW

Grell

NS FW HC

Sex addicted AFAB S/o 

S/o has trouble orgasming 

Body Praise 

#YANDEREAFFECTIONS GOLDEN MASTERLIST #black butler #yandere black butler #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere imagine #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji sebastian #Kuroshitsuji Ciel #kuroshitsuji undertaker #thats enough tags #last updated 1/21/2023 #Last updated 4/24/23

[venushasvixens]

Blurry - Spike Spiegel x Reader One-Shot

[A/N] thank you @spacedadpicard for this request! If you have any more submissions or requests, drop them in the box 🪐🌙✨

WARNING: angst

This was immensely painful for both parties. On your end, loss of blood and a stabbing pain in your side did you pretty good. On Spike’s end, it was seeing you hurt, especially since he felt responsible for what happened.

Hunt gone wrong, Spike could still fear the terror as your body went lifeless as he dragged you back into the Swordfish. He knew it wasn’t you being your dramatic self. The last thing you both discussed before it happened was how big your pain tolerance was.

“You don’t want to admit this, but you are a lightweight.” Spike could remember saying.

You laughed, then muttered and fired insults in his direction. It was cute seeing you so mad about something so small. What he wouldn’t give to listen to that sweet sound again. Now he was at your side, watching for a sign that you were fully okay. Jet reassured him that you were going to be fine, but that the first hours were going to be the most crucial.

It was two in the morning, and Spike did not feel tired at all. A strewn trail of cigarettes were littered all over the desk next to him, and a new one was placed carefully on the ashtray.

Your chest heaved up and down softly, the rest of your body completely motionless. Even in your death-like state, you did not look peaceful at all. How desperately that Spike wanted to breathe any sign of life into you, watching as your eyes would open. A fairy tale fantasy where he would kiss your lips, awaking the love of his life. Arms wrapped around each other, whispering “I love you”, and acting as if mortal wounds were no big deal.

For a moment did Spike feel normal. No stress, anxiety, but it was short lived. Fear found its way back into his head, filling it with a “what if?”. He couldn’t lose you. It was out of the question. Stubborn and headstrong, he knew you wouldn’t allow yourself to die so easily. It was a thought that comforted him tremendously.

“This is bullshit.” Spike said aloud, taking a hold of your hand. He rested his head on the bed, engulfed in the huge, fluffy comforter that covered your body. “I honestly don’t know what I would do without you.”

It was true. Being with each other for so long, by each other's side, made it very hard to live a life without the other. It made him so emotional, wanting to wail and cry like a baby. Destroying everything in sight until all that was left in the room was you. The voice in his head, both of reason and grounding, was speaking to him now.

“Please. It’s alright.”

Biting on his bottom lip from quivering, Spike placed your hand to his cheek, feeling the warmth on your palm. You were still there.

“It’s okay. You can let it out. It hurts more to bottle it up inside.”

A deep rooted sob emerged from Spike’s throat. Choking, sputtering breaths only filled the room, hot tears pouring like a waterfall down his cheeks onto your hand. He was a blubbering mess, and that was okay. It was so special for Spike to show emotion, like a gift wrapped up just for you. You did always tell him it was always okay to cry.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” he wailed softly, his grip on you loosening and tightening with his cries. Pure hopelessness and fear ran rivers onto the comforter, hoping to have it leave his body. He was loud enough that maybe there were such things as fairytale endings, but with some much needed rest.

“Hey.” You rasped, weakly lifting your head to get a look at Spike. Red puffy eyes stared back at you, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth. You were still in a lot of pain, your side inflamed and throbbing. The pain meds made you feel drowsy and dizzy, double vision still nothing new since your close brush with death. Hissing, you wanted to prop yourself up, wanting to start the healing process immediately.

“No, no. Stay, you need to rest.” Spike pleaded, forcing you gently back onto your back.

“I need to get up, I don’t want to be a bother.” You wheezed out before yelping out in pain from your sudden movements.

“You’re talking and moving, this isn’t a bother. It’s a blessing.” Spike sniffled, wiping the back of his nose on his hand.

As Spike fluffed out your pillow, you weakly tugged on his sleeve. “Hey…were you crying?”

Avoiding eye contact, Spike nodded. It made your heart ache seeing him upset, but also glad that someone was so worried for your safety and well-being. You had never felt so wanted before. You knew that if Spike was in the same situation, you would be exactly the same. Even if you were too weak to do anything, you wanted him close to you more than ever. Sitting on a chair was too far for you.

“Come here.” You whispered. Immediately, Spike’s face was close to yours. You reached up, stroking his face tenderly. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise you.”

Spike lips upturned into a soft smile, kissing your forehead. His touch was like medicine to you, melting you back into your rest. Faith restored, he watched as you drifted on and off into slumber. Your snores were like music to his ears. You were going to be okay.

Kissing both of your cheeks for extra measure, Spike crossed his arms onto the bed. Resting his head on his arms, he felt the tug of sleep luring him behind you into sweet dreams. Reassured and calm, all worries tossed in the air and tranquility filled in, never to leave your or Spike’s presence again.

#fanfiction #faye valentine #90s anime #cowboy bebop #jet black #spike spiegel headcanons #spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel #see you space cowboy #you’re going to carry that weight #radio free mars #spike spiegel requests

[yvainegelinemarie]

How The MLQC Bois React When You Do A ‘Baby/Cutesy Talk’ To Them.

🖤🦋🖤Idk if anyone has done this one yet so here it goes...

𝚨𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌: ✨ ALL my writing promts are gender inclusive and promote love, kindness and fun for all! 

✨I know that each and every one of our boys would love and support each and everyone of you and I hope that my readings portray that comforting, accepting and loving nature through and through~ 

✨And with that I hope you Spookies enjoy~~

☪ 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

☪ 𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌:18+  Has mild talk about sex, mentions drinking/alcohol. 

☪ 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙 : Quick Read, bullet points 

𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖔|10/10

He eats the baby talk up!!! And does it right back to you with so much ease!

You guys have full on conversations with just the two of you using baby talk towards one another.

And you both have no problem doing it in public and annoying all your friends with how mushy and maybe a bit cringey you two can be.

Most of your baby talk conversations is the two of you whining back and forth about wanting food.

“Aww, Kiro can I pwlese haves a snack now? It’s been a few howers pwlesee?! 🥺🥺”

“Bwut what if I want a snack moreeeee?!”

You two stare at one another intensely with large, watery, puppy dog eyes and quivered lips.

Neither one of you is going down this easily over the remaining sweet candy that you have left. 

Kiro will ALWAYS use the cute talk on you when you are trying to keep him from eating sweets as Savin ordered. But the moment he brings out the cute voice and the puppy dog eyes you have lost.

It’s just so hard to not cave in to such a cute face!!! 

But it’s okay because he can’t resist yours either.

You and Kiro’s guttonness and cutesy manipulative ways towards one another can sadly only go on for so long before the fun comes to a painful hault.

It seems that you two have indulged in a little too much of the sweet treats, leaving you both to most likely take up a very simple yet painful month of dieting. 

Which is then filled to the max with pouty expressions and W words in hopes to just get one cookie from the bakery you passed on your daily run. 

𝓥𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗|5/10

The world will NEVER know this side of Victor. 

He would probably throw himself off a bridge if anyone heard him use a cute voice towards you or anyone for that matter.

Even your future children and cute puppies will NEVER witness such a pure and child-like state with your stubborn CEO boyfriend. 

BUT surprisingly enough he has done it a few times.

You always tease him for it since he likes to make fun of you for when you try to use your cute voice to beg for pudding or a longer time for your deadlines. 

And although this tough looking CEO wouldn’t admit it, he likes seeing you pout your lip and add a W to every two words of sentence.

The one and ONLY time victor has ever used the cutesy voice on you was when you were really sick and asking for soup. 

He was caring for you for about a week now with little to no progress of your health improving. 

And aside for all the nagging you were getting from him for overworking yourself he was truly worried about you.

Now that your cold was coming to and end and with Victor in a tired state and comfortable enough to relieve himself of worry, along with being a bit flirtatious (probably from light sips of whisky he had been drinking to keep himself in motion) the cute words just kind of...slipped out...

You are in complete shock as your brain is trying to process what it just heard. 

Did Victor really just say “does my whittle dummy want some swoup?”

Trust me he is just as shocked as you are as he quickly escapes the bedroom with cheeks as red as a cherry.

He is so shocked in fact that it takes you a good three hours to get your soup so he could have some time to regain himself after the embarrassing encounter.

To this day he is still haunted by it as you taunt him every once in a while for it.

*poking his forehead lightly with playful giggles* “Aww, Come on Victor, don’t chu want to mwake me some swoup?” 

“If you have time to bother me then maybe I should consider raising your deadline to three days instead of the end of the week?” 

And with that you scurry out at lighting speed leaving Victor to wallow in his face palmed blushes. 

𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓|8/10

Lucien LOVES the shit out of your cutesy talk.

BUT is probably the only one capable of not letting you get your way with it every time.

He loves to tease you not the other way around! 

His plans would be foiled if just your cute little voice defeated him.

He will however use a cute voice in comparison to yours. 

He likes when you say little words in a cute way like tank you instead of thank you or putting a w in pretty please 

and he will repeat them back to you the same way you said it. In a mocking yet flirtatious kind of way.

After a soft chuckle Lucien looks to you. “Pweety Pwlease?” He questions as you puff your cheeks at the fact that he doesn’t seem phased by your cuteness.

His eyes however, quiver with complete delight at just how cute you are to him.

Your Scorpio boi can only hide his feelings for so long and despite his calming expression his eyes alone can only hold what is truly running through his brain. 

There are times the Professor falls victim to your cute ways but they usually end in some more...explicit moments with you. 👀

You learn rather quickly that this seems to be one of the very few things you have in control over Lucien, unlike the multiple ways he has control over you. 

Though, your ways of manipulation are nothing to take lightly either. 

Lucien seems to be really focused with work right now. Staying up all day and all night eyes glued to books or his tablet filled with words that just give you a bit of a headache.

And despite not hating Lucien’s passion and hardworking energy towards his career you are now starting to realize that it’s been almost a month since you have been close and intimate with him.

So much so that you can’t even remember what his gorgeous body looks like under all that lab coat. 

And desperate times call for desperate measures. 

Setting yourself up into cutness overdrive and plopping yourself right down and in front of your boyfriends work and onto his lap 

along with a simple tilt of your head and eyes as wide as the moon doesn’t take long for all the blood to rush to you know where for Lucien. 

And when Lucien falls victim to you he FALLS. but he’s not a man who enjoys failure. (So be prepare for one intense and intimate ride.)

His sex drive and stamina is not something to question and if you sneeze just two octaves higher than normal 

you’ll most likely be attending his lecture with wet, shaking knees. 

𝕲𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓|7/10

Also loves your baby talk and will say it back to you casually.

It is something that he only does around you though and doesn’t let anyone see.

Gavin is 100% those TikTok videos where the girls are recording their boyfriends cutesy talking to them and then instantly start talking in a deep voice the moment they see the camera. 😂

Will use it a lot when you aren’t feeling good and goes nutso bananas if you use it to reward him.( Kind of like a puppy. 😂)

“Was ywu a tood boyfwriend today? Wes. Wes you were.” *Gives Gavin happy head pats*

Gavin is also a huge sucker for your cute ways and will not hesitate to compliment you on your new hair accessory, the way you did your makeup, or how you added a new watch to match the bracelet he gave you.

He’s actually really good at paying attention to small details despite not being the romantic.

And with this you'll find him getting you cute treats and toys to cheer you up. 

And even if he truly doesn’t quite understand why you are so obsessed and squeal as loud as you can when you see pusheen he can’t say that he hates seeing how excited you get when admiring the cute and simple things of life.

One moment in particular that will always be engraved in Gavin’s head is seeing you hold the chubby grey cat plushie as much as you could in your arms

you were practically swallowed behind it, it was just as big as you were, if not more.

Seeing you walk through the store and doing your best to avoid falling over not daring to let go of the giant fluff ball of cuteness sent a pierce through Gavin’s heart.

How the hell can they be so cute?!? Was the only thought running through Gavin’s head the entire time. 

And once he regained his composure he helped guide you through the store by your arm. 

Sadly you had to part ways with the kitty plushie when a small child became just as in awe of it as you were and knowing she was the last one, handed it over kindly.

Seeing you a bit sad only put Gavin in a low mood before motivating him to an idea.

And with that; a few weeks later a new fluffy, plushie cat as big as your front door awaited the front of your apartment with a cute (is that letter blood stained???) note from Gavin. 

𝐒𝖍𝖆𝖜|-9000/10

Hatesssss! The baby talk with a passion and will not ever use it with you.

You made the mistake to use it on him once and the amount of awkwardness in his expression was overbearing.

The two of you just sat in your apartment blinking wide eyed at one another in silence.

Shaw broke the awkwardness first by just flat out saying “yeah, no.”

And with that you sulked back into your seat realizing that he didn’t seem phased at all by how cute you were.

And for a moment a bit ticked off. I am cute Shaw?! Don’t ignore me like that! UGH! He can be so nerve racking sometimes!!

Despite not being a big fan of the voice, after dating Shaw for a while you have come to find that he doesn’t mind you doing cute things with him like cuddling up together, squishing his cheeks, or rubbing your face on his ect.

Playing with his hair when he’s strumming away on his bass or latching onto his neck when his skateboard slips from under your feet are some of his favorite moments with you.

But the big eyes and pout get him ALL the time!

He will try his best not to be swayed by them especially when the tears seem genuine.

Shaw and your relationship is like when the older sibling hits the younger one and they start crying and the older one starts to freak out. That. That’s you and Shaw. 

𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘|𝐒𝖍𝖆𝖜

When he gets drunk he uses the baby talk on you!

Will mumble on his words but tell you just how pretty and cute you are.

But you know that if you bring it up to him he will never drink around you again so you have to keep it as a little secret between you and your friends

You even have recordings and voice messages of him drunk off his ass and calling you just to say.

“Babbbyyyy, I mwissed ywu so muchhh!! Ywu are dhe pwrettiest girl I know and I luv ywu and I just want to kiss your cute wittle face!”

He’s also a very clingy and loving drunk who can’t seem to stop from covering your face in kisses.

It is most definitely a moment in time that you will happily remember for years and years. 

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝐤 𝖄𝖔𝖚!!! Spookies for giving this a read and for giving me the opportunity to share something fun and light hearted with you guys about all our favorite Evolvers. 

✨ I am hoping that more writings are to come to you guys from me but this is all a fairly new and a bit out of my comfort zone to do haha  so please be patient with me. 

✨ But please be open to comment feedback you may have through this post and In my asks on what you thought about this and if you guys enjoy more bullet point writings like this or would like more of a story style. I would love to hear what you guys have to say!!! 

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🐇 What animal would they say best represents them? (For all your kids 😃)

This was a super fun one to work on! Thanks so much for asking!

Okay listen, I know this took a while lol I’ve been pretty busy…! It doesn’t help that I spend forever working on asks, anyway! I just love to ramble! But, after twenty-two days of intermixed not-working and oh-holy-shit-I-need-to-finish-that-ask, it is done! Fourteen individual dorks and their animals! 

I actually have my Wardens’ and Inquisitors’ “Spirit Animals” on their Ref pages (here for Wardens and here for Inquisitors!)

((From this post!))

I am putting this under a “Read More” link because, well, you’ll see why…

Redren, Fallow Deer I chose the Fallow Deer for Redren not only because it ties into his childhood and the deer of his home village, but because of the wildness that the Deer represent. Contrary to most interpretations, the gentleness of the Deer isn’t as tied into him as other aspects, namely the skittishness, wildness, and spirituality. The redness of the Fallow Deer ties into both his long orange hair and his blood magic, as well as his concerningly fiery temper. Redren’s personality and how it relates to the Deer is surprisingly spot-on, and concerning the antlers, sure, just like Redren, they can be a little intimidating and used in a fight, but, also similar to Redren, they can break if put under too much pressure…

Andrea, French Poodle I decided to go with the Poodle because, like, come on. Not only are they associated with vanity and beauty, but most people see them as dainty, feeble, and cowardly. These views, while widespread, are more misconceptions than anything. Poodles are an incredibly intelligent breed of dog, underestimated and capable of far more than most believe at first glance. Andrea, even though she most certainly doesn’t look like a warrior, is a political genius and a loyal, loyal bitch.

Orest, Coyote It took me a long time to settle on the Coyote for Orest. The Coyote is usually thought of to be cunning and wicked, but the more I looked into it, the more I liked pairing Orest with the Coyote. Coyotes are associated with traits such as honesty and a captivating personality, of truth and finding joy in the simple things in life. The Coyote’s laugh is loud and full of life, and nobody can claim that Orest’s is any different. The association between the Coyote and a lot of Native American cultures was also a large determining factor, as the Dalish are so heavily coded as Native Americans and Orest’s character design is unquestionably Native-based.

Faelyn, Lop-Eared Rabbit I love Faelyn’s connection with bunnies, and so does she. She loves rabbits, especially the lop-eared ones. Faelyn is a little jumpy, spontaneous, and certainly a positive force to have in your life. She also fits into the “fertile” aspect of the Rabbit’s symbolism, as she’s obsessed with weddings and babies and happy little domestic lives. She’s small and her ears flop a little and her front teeth are a little overgrown, but she likes her features. She’s grown into the slur that people have always called her, turning “rabbit” into “Bunny”. Also, she’ll flop over onto her back and let you kiss her if she likes you enough.

Hundir, Ram Well, the Ram fit really well for Hundir. The Ram symbolizes power, force, drive, energy, virility, protection, and fearlessness, and Hundir’s got all of those except, well, the fearlessness one. He’s a little… sheepish. God, I’ll show myself out for that one. I love the parallels between the two, especially since Hundir’s an Aires. He really fits his horoscope. He’s most comfortable when in charge, but not in the spotlight, and would prefer to simply bash at things instead of trying to find peaceful alternative options.

Gemma, Badger She’s such a Hufflepuff, I swear. Not only is she very closely tied to the earth—being an Orzammar dwarf and all—but she’s adorable and could very easily rip a man’s throat out. She’s very confident in her own strength, even if she has moments of doubt. She’s loyal to those close to her, and willing to defend both them and herself. Coming from a world of kill-or-be-killed, both her and the Badger are very in-the-moment, constantly alert and two steps ahead of danger. But, as fierce as she may be, she’s still ever so fluffy and cute.

Mallory, Peacock I think the Peacock fits Mallory quite well. Despite the fact that fics I write containing him usually veer negative and a more than a little angsty, he’s really a fun, excitable person at heart, who wants nothing more than to express himself. Peacocks are associated with traits like freedom, self-expression, and attraction, and Mallory certainly doesn’t shy away from those. Peacocks are also closely tied to the myth of the Phoenix, and nothing says Mallory Trevelyan more than rising from the ashes of a depressed, disastrous, noble life and reinventing oneself as a loud, bubbly, makeup-clad sex worker.

Kiora, Sloth I was originally going to pair Kiora up with a cat because, well, of course, but as I looked more into it, she didn’t fit most typical descriptions. She wasn’t a cunning, shady, and mysterious kind of person. The Sloth fit her perfectly. Physically slow and relaxed, people tied to the Sloth are seen as diplomatic and able to adjust to changes with little fuss, with personalities that are kind and giving. Kiora’s patient to a fault, and passive to her own detriment. However, she moves, slow and steady, toward her goals, quietly and with so little show that people don’t notice until she’s already long gone.

Aelon, Lizard It was really hard to find an animal I best associated with Aelon. Most of the time, “spirit animals” symbolize virtues, and, as good as he can be, Aelon’s unfortunate amount of anxiety and anger and a million other things outweigh most of the common traits mentioned. However, I did find the Lizard to be a good match. Sure, he’s not great at “going with the flow”, but he is decent at handling things life throws at him, albeit with very little grace. He is willing to replace things from his old life with new things, and can face things head on, but would rather dart away to his safe space. He’s quick to run away, and getting a hold of him (both emotionally and physically) is incredibly difficult. And, well, he’s also very small and very cute despite being an angry little fella who would very much so like to be put down.

Ashavise, Fox It wasn’t hard to figure out Ashavise’s connection to the Fox. She’s cunning and shifty, always analyzing others and figuring the best plan of attack. She’s untrustworthy and always ready to run, but that doesn’t mean she’s in any way a coward—she just knows when not to waste her energy fighting. Of course, she isn’t afraid to make a fuss over something, and she’ll nip at people’s heels to get what she wants. However, she’s also very good at lying in wait, spending ages in anticipation for someone to let their guard down before she pounces. She’s not above lying and cheating at all to get what she wants. But, despite her more unsavory traits, she’s a fiercely protective woman who will do anything for her kits—whether they be dead or only partly dead.

Ademamar, Draft Horse It may be ironic, but Ade’s got a lot of similarities to the Draft Horse. Bulky and dense in more ways than one, Ademamar is more like the Horse than other animals reflective of his actual physique. The Horse is symbolic of freedom and power, but also limited by perceived obstacles. Just a shadow in the road can have him skittish and leave him unable to cross over it, even if the obstacle would be nonexistent for others. He may be able to pull an immense amount of weight and he may have the stamina to do it for a very long time, but once he falls, he falls hard, and finds it incredibly difficult to get back up. But, much like the Horse, all it takes for him to get back up is some food and a loving companion.

Harta, Cocker Spaniel She’s small, loyal, excitable, and a bundle of curly, curly hair, but Harta can be feisty and stubborn, too. An intelligent young woman, Harta’s eager to please and possessive over what’s hers. She’s small and full of energy, and her looks can be very deceiving. She can put on a sweet personality to match her friendly outer appearance, but she’s still got sharp teeth she can bring out at any moment. Not to mention, she’s part of quite the sizable litter of siblings…

Ozol, Frog First off, like with Ade, I recognize the irony of pairing up a character with an animal that is so wildly different from them size-wise. But pairing Ozol with the Frog made perfect sense. the Frog is a symbol of rebirth, renewal, opportunity, and healing. For someone who escape the oppressive Qun regime, Ozol was lucky to be someone blessed with the ability to not only get out, but to heal and grow from the experience, emerging as a better version of himself. Frogs are the first indicators of spring, singing out happily at a new, warm, and fertile world. Ozol counts his blessings every day, knowing that he was one of the lucky ones. He’s a good companion for long, troubling journeys, and prides himself on being a reliable guide, both along a trail and in life.

Semiha, White-Tailed Doe Having Semiha Adaar share a very similar animal to Redren is—if one knows how wildly different the characters are—strange, to say the least. Much like the Deer, at a distance, Semiha is tall and beautiful, she wields her magic beautifully and with immense skill. But, once you get close to her, she stumbles over her own two feet, drops her weapons accidentally, and fumbles over her words when faced with a pretty girl. But, even though she may be a little skittish at times, and tends to wish she could flee scary situations with all the grace of a startled, clumsy forest creature, she can stand tall and proud when the situation arises.

#thank you so much for the ask! I love being able to talk about my kiddos! #asks #original content #redren #andrea cousland #orest mahariel #faelyn tabris #hundir aeducan #gemma brosca #Mallory trevelyan #kiora trevelyan #aelon lavellan #ashavise lavellan #ademamar cadash #harta cadash #dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #da Warden #da inquisitor #I have another massive ask I'm working on so that's also kinda why this took me longer! #also: reminder that it's mallie's b-day today (i have a fic for him queued for 3) and i would love some mallie-specific asks!

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Hello there! Love your blog❤️ Jancy prompt for ya: Jancy can’t sleep so they go to a diner at midnight (fluffy or angsty or whatever you want!)

The fact I had the idea for months & just got around to writing it now. Wow, I’m truly so sorry it took this long. // + ao3 link

Out of the two of them, she’s not sure who wins in terms of lack of sleep.

It’s better when they’re together, by far, but some nights they’re thankful to get a few hours. Some nights they’ll curl into each other and stare blankly at the ceiling until their bodies pass out from exhaustion.

Some nights they’re not even that lucky.

That’s how Nancy finds herself in Jonathan’s shirt (also known as her sleep apparel) and a pair of shorts riding shotgun in Jonathan’s Ford at two in the morning.

The atmosphere’s heavy, despite the slight breeze from the windows cracked open. But she’s quiet nonetheless, the light carefree feeling that normally surrounds her when she’s with him is dampened. She knows it because he’s exhausted too, and not just physically. He’s tracing small circles with his thumb on the back of her hand as he drives, the other one gripping the steering wheel a bit too tightly for everything to be fine. If that wasn’t a dead give away, the way she can read the look in his eyes is.

Nancy knows she should say something to him. But honestly? He already knows. She feels the same as he does and she’s almost too tired to unclench her jaw and get angry at everything that has happened when there’s nothing they can change. They’ve done all they can do. The lab is closed. The gate is closed. But they still can’t sleep at night.

No, she knows she should say something because she knows how he gets. She’s worried those dark thoughts are going to lead him down a different- equally as dark- road. One that’ll tell him to let go of her hand, isolate himself even more than he already does (which drives her crazy), and convince himself he’s not worthy of her affection.

But no matter how perfectly or carefully she phrases her question, she also knows he won’t budge. And if he does, awkwardly and uncomfortably admit whats wrong, it’ll be with downcast eyes and dragging feet. One step forward and two steps backward if you asked her.

So she doesn’t try. Instead, she squeezes his hand gently, hoping to prompt him out of his own thoughts for at least a second.

“Hey,”

Jonathan looks over to her. Despite the radio and the sound of the wind and the fact the roads are empty at this time, they keep their voices soft. “Yeah?”

Nancy sighs, her eye catching the neon sign before she can think about what she was originally going to say to get him out of his own head. “You hungry?” She asks instead, arching an eyebrow as she gestures to the sign.

Jonathan laughs a little and she considers that a small victory. “Are you?”

“I could go for a milkshake.” She shrugs. “Only if we drink it out of two straws though.”

Jonathan gets a real smile out of that, only because it’s something neither one of them can picture him doing. He’s putting on his turn signal, pulling into the nearly empty parking lot when he replies with a wry smile. “That’s not happening.”

“Please? I’ll even get chocolate!”

He squeezes her hand before releasing it to park, nearly ready to climb out the car. “I’m not in the mood for a milkshake.” He tries to reason.

Nancy rolls her eyes, “Come on Jonathan. Are you ashamed of me or something?”

“No-o,” He almost stumbles over his reply, saying it so quickly. “Never.”

She laughs, feeling a smidge bad for teasing him over his hatred of PDA. It’s a crazy concept to her, considering how affectionate he is when they’re alone. She reminds herself that despite not caring what people think, he’s always been pretty shy. The most she can get out of him at school is hand-holding and a couple kisses gingerly, which is jarring when he pulls her into his lap and nuzzles into her neck so easily in their rooms.

She doesn’t know if its because of her teasing comment or the fact it’s a deserted establishment a whole town away from Hawkins, but he makes sure to grab her hand again as they walk in. Doesn’t let go when he reaches to get the door for her, and out of instinct Nancy finds herself leaning into him more than she normally would and not just because of the still slightly cool spring air.

And the diner is pretty much the same as the parking lot, a couple bystanders in corners of the otherwise normal restaurant. There’s two exactly like this one in Hawkins, but everyone goes to Benny’s to show…support after what happened there. Nancy pushes that thought out of her mind, they’re supposed to be trying to forget the reasons they can’t sleep.

“Table or booth?” A waitress asks them, and she looks no older than her own mother’s age. Nancy wonders if she and Jonathan- her in an oversized band t-shirt and him in his sleep shirt and whatever pair of old jeans he found in the dark about an hour ago now, both in dirty sneakers (although hers do look nicer in comparison) - look like runaways to this sympathetic woman.

She thinks that’s probably all these waitresses see at this hour anyway. Just by scanning the room she can see the customers here aren’t staying for too long, backpacks and worn down outfits as well.

“Booth, please.” Jonathan pipes up for her, and Nancy still feels the magnetic pull to stay as close to him as she can as their led to one. She wonders for a second if she could slide into one side with him, or if that’s too much.

Nancy shakes her head as if to clear her own thoughts. She’s just being paranoid, she tells herself. It’s late, it’s dark out. Jonathan’s the only thing that’s made her feel safe in years, next to the gun she keeps under her bed, that’s why she’s so gravitated towards him.

She sucks it up and scoots into the seat across from him, taking a menu from the waitress. She smiles warmly in return. “Let me know whenever you’re ready, okay?”

They both nod as Nancy focuses on her menu instead of the boy in front of her. She’s not exactly sure what shifted in the few minutes between the car ride and sitting here, but it’s enough to make her feel alert.

“Nance?” Jonathan prompts her, gently. As if he can read her mind, or at least her body language. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Nancy nods, the way she does when everything’s not but she doesn’t want to talk about it. She feels a wave of guilt wash over her, remembering she was supposed to be figuring out how Jonathan was doing. Not the other way around. “Just, uh, deciding if I want to get fries too.”

Jonathan nods, and she can tell he doesn’t believe her. But like her, he’ll never push too far. “You should.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Jonathan shrugs. “I want fries.”

She feels herself loosen a little bit, a laugh escape her. “Oh, you’ll share fries with me but not a milkshake?”

“Sharing fries isn’t a horrible cliche done in every single cheesy movie out there.”

Nancy rolls her eyes again, “Seriously? Ever think it’s only done so much is because it’s cute?!” 

He only shrugs, not budging. It’s unbelievable he’s stubborn enough to fight her about this, but also take her to dances and make her mixtapes like every other cliche he’s supposedly against.

Damn is she in love with him. “You don’t think you’re being pretentious about this?”

He shrugs again, this time moving his hands to the tabletop to fiddle with them. “Never said I wasn’t. But, common, that’s like…the worst cliche there is.”

She knows it’s bad. She also knows any other boy wouldn’t give her this hard of a time though. “Fine. Order your own milkshake then.”

“Nancy,” He whines, reaching out as if to grab her hand despite both of hers being tucked in her lap. She can’t help but laugh, arching an eyebrow to see if he’s going to apologize or try to bicker with her further.

Unfortunately, she’ll never know as the waitress comes back to their table, a pen already in her hand. “Are you two ready?”

Jonathan looks at her and she nods, “Large fries and a chocolate milkshake.” Nancy’s sure to put on her sweetest smile as she tacks on, “Two straws.”

Jonathan blushes slightly across from her and she thinks the waitress has picked up on their banter as she smiles at them. “Got it. It’ll be out shortly.” She smiles at them, topping off their empty water glasses before she leaves.

Whatever discussion they were having is forgotten as Nancy finds herself glancing around the diner once more. Nothing much has changed, but it’s so easy to go off in her own little world with Jonathan. She looks down to her hands and remembers there’s still something they need to talk about.

At least he’s lightened up a little. “Hey, uh,” Nancy looks up at him, “Are you…okay?”

That’s a heavy question because the answer is certainly, most definitely, no. Neither one of them are. But they can be, they will be if they go through their shit together.

Nancy’s not one to be vulnerable very often, gladly masking over that feeling with the fiery rage of revenge or at the least alcohol to help numb it, but she’s trying to work on that. Be more open with herself and Jonathan. But, she doesn’t know if she’d ever admit out loud how petrified she is of him keeping everything inside. Of losing him like that.

Jonathan senses the shift in her tone immediately and what she’s implying. He runs a hand through his hair as she assumes he tries to think of an answer. Yes and no. She gets it. “Uh, yeah…” He shrugs, “When I’m with you, I am.”

“Jonathan,” She sighs, feeling her heart clench at that as she reaches over the table to grab the hand of his that is resting on it. She’s not sure how to tell him that he’s allowed to be happy with her and still deal with his own trauma. “You can…you can talk to me, okay? You don’t have to…be brave all the time. You don’t have to deal with everything by yourself.”

He looks up at her, and she feels a little bit guilty because she can tell he does. She doesn’t want to make him feel bad, the opposite in fact, but she knows it’s his natural coping mechanism to retreat into himself and deal with everything alone. It’s what he’s been doing the past seventeen years, after all. She just wants to help him lift the weight of the world off his shoulders. “Nancy…”

“I’m just saying…” She looks down, squeezing his hand. “You’re not alone.”

Jonathan nods, and as if he’s thinking about how to respond he turns her hand over. Traces her scar with his index finger lightly, not meeting her gaze. “You too, Nance. You’re, uh, never alone.”

Nancy nods, honestly thinking that’s the most she’s going to get out of him for now. Back in the dark, under the covers where he feels safe enough to let his guard down, he’ll tell her about his anxieties or whatever else going through his head that’s eating him alive. She’s okay with that, as long as he knows he can tell her.

“I trust you, you know. More than…” He shrugs, still looking down but not releasing her hand. “More than anyone.”

She keeps quiet, trying to keep the surprise off her face and not to scare him off by how freaking relieved she is to hear that.

“I, I know…back at Murray’s, he said something about that. He was right, but,” Jonathan finally looks up to meet her gaze, nervous despite everything they’ve gone through. “I trust you.”

Nancy nods, hoping she can express how much that means to her by gently interlocking their fingers and wording her response carefully. “I trust you too. Obviously.” She says slowly before shaking her head, and she can feel herself starting to nervously ramble. “But, uh, what he said. He was right about both of us, you know. And I, um, when I’m with you…” She shrugs, looking back up to him. “I’m not afraid to accept myself for who I really am.”

She can feel herself go red just by saying that, her heart hammering and a weird hot feeling spreading over her because for the last year she’s been pretty good at hiding how she was feeling, and hiding who she really was. As scary as opening up is, she feels lighter. A good hammering in her chest when Jonathan squeezes her hand back, and she can just tell this means a lot to him too.

“That’s, uh, great.” He swallows. “’Cause who you really are…is incredible, Nancy.”

She can’t help but smile at that, the nervous kind that forces her to push her lips down. She wonders if he saw that in her back in the woods so long ago. If that’s why they argued, why she got so offended.

“And I’m, uh, glad you feel so…comfortable. Around me,” He shrugs, and Nancy can’t help herself anymore. She can also tell it’s taking a lot to put himself out here like this, as it was for her, so she takes a tiny bit of pity on him.

“Me too.” She smiles playfully now. “It’s kind of hard not to feel comfortable with someone you’re in love with, though.” She teases, eyebrows raised as she leans over the table. Jonathan’s already there to kiss her gently.

“I’m in love with you too,” He nearly mumbles, keeping his voice low. But he’s also grinning as he pecks her once more.

“I know.” She pulls back, keeping her hand entangled with his.

As if on cue, their waitress comes back with their food and shake and Nancy wonders, even after all that, if Jonathan will keep fighting her.

It doesn’t really matter though. She’d take a conversation like that, Jonathan Byers’ in his rawest form with all his weird pretentious quirks over a boy who’d share a milkshake with her any day.

They only release each other’s hands to eat, Nancy making a small mound of ketchup on the corner of the plate as she looks around the diner again. “We should go on a trip.”

Jonathan looks up, an eyebrow arched, as he’s eating their fries. “A trip?”

“A road trip, or something.” Nancy nods, not being able to shake the feeling of running away since they walked into this place. She loves it as if she can imagine going to empty diners with him in the middle of the night all across America.

“There’s Chicago?” He suggests, moving to take a couple fries and dip them in their shake. Nancy’s eyes light up.

“Yeah, of course.” She nods. “But, also… we should go on a real trip.” She shrugs. “You know, somewhere longer than a weekend. Maybe this summer.”

“Really? Where would you want to go?”

Nancy looks up, her lips slightly pursed in thinking. “There’s New York. California. I don’t know…anywhere.”

Jonathan, surprisingly, laughs. “That’s, uh, a great idea.”

“Yeah?” She hums, looking up at him under her lashes. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “You willing to run away with me?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He shoots back, and Nancy can’t help but laugh.

“Willing to run away with me even when the world’s not about to end?”

“Definitely.” He shoots back, just as quickly. As he says so, he manages to reach over and take the shake from her side of the table she pulled over.

She focuses on the fries again, “We can save money too. You know, single room and all…”

Jonathan flushes red and she knows he doesn’t have a quip back for that, “Yeah. Yeah, we will.”

By the time they’re halfway done spitballing ideas of places they want to go together and times in between school breaks they could make it work, they’re going up to the counter to pay. Nancy feels the same amount of gravitation to him she has all night, tucking herself back into his side as soon as they stand. It’s a miracle, she thinks, she stayed on her side of the booth the whole time.

Their waitress smiles fondly at them, ringing up their meal as she asks. “You two coming far from home?” They both must have matching looks of confusion on their faces because she clarifies. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume anything. You two just look like you’re on some sort of adventure together.”

Nancy can’t help but smile, used to ignoring people commenting on their chemistry before. She hadn’t even acknowledged it at the lab, too focused on their mission to get awkward. But she particularly likes she doesn’t have to deny it anymore.

And while she’s leaning into him, she has her own secret smile on her face as she interlocks their fingers lightly. “Yeah,” She decides. “We’re running away together.” 

The waitress nods, and if she notices the look of mild confusion- maybe blushing- on Jonathan’s face, she assumes it’s because what Nancy saying is true. “Looks like it. You know,” she hands the receipt to Jonathan. “I see a lot of couples like that. Kids running away for whatever reason, but you two…you two are really in love.” She shrugs. “You’re gonna make it. I can just tell.”

Nancy looks to Jonathan, that shy smile now on both of their faces. It’s crazy to Nancy how many strangers have such insight on her relationship with Jonathan, and how everyone’s been right. “We think so too.”

Jonathan squeezes her hand and the lady laughs.

“So what? Runaway to get married?”

Nancy tries to keep the blush off her face. “No, uh, not yet.” She can’t help herself from continuing. “Marriage license hasn’t processed yet.” Jonathan chuckles beside her, and she’s about to elbow him. “We just…ran away because we’re in love.”

The waitress smiles at that. “Well, congratulations. And good luck to you both, even though I feel like you don’t need it.”

Nancy laughs, having no idea how much luck they both actually need. Between Demogorgons’ and Tommy and Carol writing crude things on their lockers, they do definitely need it. Still, she appreciates the sentiment. “Thank you.”

Jonathan mumbles out a thank you too, before telling her to keep the tip money and leaving. Nancy can’t help but notice his arm has moved to around her waist as they walk out. The cool Indiana night air hits them as Jonathan unlocks the car. “We should come back here someday.” Nancy hums.

“Uh, maybe someday. Not anytime soon.” He shakes his head and Nancy looks up at him in disbelief. “We can’t be getting married if you don’t even have a ring.” He shrugs, gesturing to her hand. “You deserve a ring.”

Nancy laughs, the story spiraling as they stand at the edge of his car. “It was an impulsive decision. We decided tonight to get married.”

“But we applied for a marriage license?”

Nancy shrugs. “Yesterday.”

“That’s plenty of time for me to get you a ring.” He shoots back as if he’s offended.

“I proposed to you.” She suggests, teasing tone strong as he ducks his head.

He leads her over to the passenger side, pressing her against the door as he encompasses her smaller body by stealing a quick kiss. “You would, wouldn’t you?” Nancy nods, grinning against his lips. She knows she would too.

He makes his way back to the drivers’ side, after opening the door for her, and it’s almost nearing sunrise now. But Nancy goes to her rightful spot of looking for a mixtape as she curls into the worn leather. “So what, you never want to go back?” She asks.

“N-no,” Jonathan shrugs, looking over his shoulder to pull out of the parking spot. “We can. But, you know, when we, uh, actually get married.”

Nancy’s smile is priceless as she grabs his hand, lacing his fingers through hers as he pulls back onto the road all while she can’t stop thinking about how in love with him she is.

“Oh yeah? You see us actually getting married?” She teases, Jonathan looking over at her like that not helping with the hammering in her chest.

Jonathan’s a bright shade of red now but despite his blushing, he squeezes her hand gently. “Uh, yeah. You know…one day.”

Nancy can’t help but grin, color flushing her own cheeks as she tries to keep herself composed. “Yeah. Me too.”

#im truly SO SO SORRY for how late this is im really so embarrassed lmfao #also for the life of me i cant figure out why jonathan and nancy are the tiniest bit ooc to me??? whatever im apologetic and shameless #jancy #jancy fic #jancy fanfiction #jonathan x nancy #otp: definitely you #st fanfiction #stranger things #my writing #the-loser-emporium

[samingtonwilson]

9 Things Couples Do - Jim Kirk

Summary: People do funny, stupid, cute, and sad things when they’re in love.

Warnings: language, a bit fluffy

A/N: everyone, i love jim kirk. i hope this is as good as it was in my head and better than i actually think its mediocre ass turned out (i am sick, though, so who knows). it’s such a long fic, y’all.

One

Jim assumed your favorite ice cream flavor was strawberry and you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. Especially not when he was looking at you in the way he was.

Impacted by the width and intensity of his smile, his eyes were narrowed and illuminated. He looked softer that way— less authoritative, less like the Captain Kirk the crew served under— he looked like the Jim you’d fallen for.

When the girl behind the counter looked at you with an eyebrow raised in question, you gave her a half-shrug you made sure was hidden from Jim. “Just one scoop, please.”

“One?” Jim asked, turning a little to look at you. He snorted and rolled the blue eyes that could have lit up the entire old-school San Francisco parlor. “Baby. And here I thought you had a gut of steel.”

“It’s not polite to comment on what metal you think makes-up the gut of your significant other.”

He snorted again, his fingertips shoving you with a force your weakened legs didn’t have the strength to withstand. He caught you before you could stumble a few inches to the right, immediately clasping his hand in yours. “Still tired from the…” he cleared his throat, “walk?”

The girl behind the counter giggled loud enough to force your teeth into your tongue, your cheeks and the tops of your ears burning instantly. You squeezed Jim’s hand so a wince left his lips and he snatched it back from yours. “I’m tired from the actual walk here. It’s uphill. And I do have a gut of steel— a roomy gut of steel, roomier than yours.”

Jim titled his head and took his gaze from yours to meet that of the girl busying herself with your strawberry ice cream and Jim’s chocolate with peanut butter swirled throughout. He smiled at her. “Did that sound like a challenge to you? Did you hear me being challenged by the person that is supposed to love me, to uplift me?”

“I do love you,” you mumbled before you looked at the girl and took the cone she offered you. “He’s dramatic— excuse him, please.”

You looked down at the already melting pink mess, then back up at Jim. You quirked a single eyebrow. “But let’s say I was challenging you— that I’m betting you my gut’s roomier than yours. What’s that entail?”

“Whoever finishes the most ice cream in twenty minutes.”

“That’s a long ass time, Jim. We just had dinner—”

“Ten minutes. No cones, just cups and spoons— cones take too long to finish.”

“The usual stakes or do you wanna modify them?”

“The usual stakes,” he said with a single nod. He was smirking so openly and cockily. It bugged you.

“We’ll tip you generously,” you told the girl who was now staring at the two of you with eyes the size and shape of saucers. “You just have to keep up, okay? Two servings ahead of us each time just to be safe. No stopping even when I look like my brain has frozen itself into a coma.”

Jim clapped his hands together. “This is what you trained for!”

“I-I haven’t really trained,” she said. She sounded nervous— a wise girl to be nervous, you thought.

You and Jim looked at one another, shrugged, and beckoned her to begin scooping.

Two

There was something about the way you were sitting beside Jim— one of your shoulders against his chest so his nose could drag across your skin and bury itself in your hair easily.

There was something about the way you smelled— the perfume only lightly dusted over your skin overpowered by the smell of his shampoo in your hair as you’d just run out that morning.

And there was definitely something about the way his jeans were growing tighter by the second— your hand placed on his thigh so your fingernails scraped absentminded patterns against the fabric, moving up and up.

He lifted himself from the booth bench discreetly, trying to adjust himself with the utmost caution. He coughed to cover the squeaking of the vinyl, skimming his fingertip over the rim of his nearly empty glass.

His movement didn’t escape you, though.

You looked over your shoulder and tilted your head. “Something wrong?”

He looked over your features. He traced the slope of your nose, the dip of your cupid’s bow, the width of your eyes— all with his gaze. He let himself focus on your lips for a few seconds.

He could’ve slapped himself for that mistake. All he could do was picture your lips moving against his until they grew darker, picture your lips trailing across his jaw and your teeth biting the skin of his neck, picture those same lips wrapped around his hard length until he—

“You know, if you come, in public, before I even get my hands on you, we’re breaking up.”

He almost shivered. The lowness of your voice definitely wasn’t helping him, nor was the slight flashing of your eyes. “Can we leave? Fuck, I’ll settle for the restroom at this rate.”

“If you think these knees are touching a sticky dive bar floor in the middle of this slime-coated Federation planet, —”

“Yeah, that’s it, give me more of an image. I really need that right now.”

You took mercy on him. Patting his leg twice, you leaned towards him and caught his earlobe between your teeth for a moment, whispering, “We’re leaving. But it’s on you to cover whatever you’ve got goin’ on down there.”

“We’re leaving!” you said once more, but to everyone at the table this time. You smiled at the knowing smirk of sarcasm painted over Leonard’s face, his tan skin creasing as a result.

He then snorted. His Southern drawl was out in full force in his drunken state, “Typical— leavin’ in the middle of a night out to fuck. Least you held off— unlike Scotty and Turner who’re busy fuckin’ in the bathrooms.”

“We have better manners than to—” you cut yourself off with a loud gasp. “Scotty and Turner?!”

Three

Walking down the well-lit cavernous corridors of the Enterprise after a ten-hour shift in the medbay, PADD in-hand and communicator in-boot, you lamented in your lack of coffee. Though Leonard offered to replicate some before you trudged into the turbolift, you refused with a polite smile and small wave. You were running late as is.

You passed many faces you recognized and many you didn’t. As for the latter, you couldn’t be bothered to change course, posture, or activity— their lack of knowing you didn’t impact their knowing of not to bother post-shift you. For the former, however, you hid behind your hair or looked down at your PADD, seemingly engrossed in whatever the screen shone up at you.

“You’re late.”

You almost tripped over your own feet at the sound of his voice, your PADD tumbling from your fingers and hitting the ground with a gross clank. You brushed your hair out of your eyes and sighed. “Good lord, Jim.”

He laughed, bending to retrieve the fallen electronic. He held onto it as he motioned for you to continue walking. “You look like you’re going to pass out any second now.”

“Some idiot kept me up last night with his snores and body heat,” you said, smiling at him innocently as he sent a scowl your way. “Also, you can’t condemn me for being late if you’re still roaming the halls. We said dinner at eight.”

“My hypocrisy is irrelevant. It’s about the principle, angel.” He let the back of his hand brush against yours for a short moment before lacing your fingers together and pulling you into his side. “And, because I know you so well, I’m sure you’re going to ask to postpone dinner even more so you can shower at your place and meet me at mine.”

You looked up at him with an apologetic expression. “I smell like disinfectant and my hair is—”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I just—” he sighed and halted in his steps. “What if you showered at my place?”

“My shampoo’s in my shower and I need fresh clothes—”

“What if your shampoo was in my shower?”

“Then I wouldn’t have clothes.”

“What if your clothes were in my closet?”

You took a step back. “What are you saying?”

“Wouldn’t it be easier if your shampoo was in my shower, your clothes were in my closet, and we went to the same place after our shifts everyday?” he asked. He was staring at you— in that same soft way that felt like velvet. “Please tell me you’re following.”

Smile over your lips, you nodded. “I am, but I want you to spell it out for me.”

He sighed, smiling as well. “Just move in with me already.”

Four

It was a long day for you both.

Jim spent it arguing with Spock. He called it “Spock’s semi-annual bout of blind disagreement” and Spock called it “Jim’s semi-annual bout of illogical childishness.” Or at least, that’s what you’d hope Spock would call it after you suggested it during the half-Vulcan’s latest physical.

As for you, you had spent the day running after stubborn red shirts that opened an incorrect valve and gave themselves extensive steam burns. It wouldn’t have been such a large task if the red shirts had even a remote ability to sit still— but that didn’t seem to be the case.

You and Jim sat side-by-side on the too-stiff couch in your shared quarters when you should have been eating dinner side-by-side, preparing to sleep side-by-side. You exchanged groans and moans intermittently.

“If I could just do something that would bug him as much as he bugs me,” Jim began, speaking through his teeth that you were surprised had enough strength to remain gritted.

“Cut all his hair off while he sleeps.” The pure exhaustion in your voice was heavy enough to suffocate you but you gathered the energy to speak each time Jim spoke to you. You didn’t want him to go unanswered.

Jim shook a bit with silent laughter, a soft chuckle slipping through his lips. He sighed as you slumped into his side, his arm immediately draping over your shoulders. “I don’t know if I can.”

“‘Course you can. You’ve got access to everyone’s rooms.”

“Sometimes I think his hair is just one large mass. It never moves, you can never see strands. I’ve never seen the man get a haircut.”

“I wonder if you could get me access to Lieutenant Kabir’s room so I could use the dermal regenerator on his fucking arm.”

“I should ask Uhura if it moves, if it has strands. Sometimes I think it’s rubber, or plastic, or leather.”

“Leather?” you asked with a snort. “S’not leather. What if it’s a helmet? Or just, like, a cut-up bowling ball.”

Jim scoffed. “I can’t get you into Kabir’s room, by the way.”

You waved your hand dismissively. “Abuse of power, schmabooze of schmower.”

He laughed out loud this time, rubbing his palm against his forehead. “I actually meant I’m too tired to make it there. I’m sorry, angel.”

You hummed, lifting your head to lock your fingers through Jim’s as they hung over your shoulder. “No apologies. Let’s just complain more— I like it.”

Five

You groaned as you placed your pillow over your head, clamping it there tightly to block out every lyric Jim practically yelled from the shower.

You gritted your teeth tightly, practically grinding them together as his voice seemed to seep through the thick cotton cover and firm cotton stuffing. You adjusted your fingers to wrap the pillow around your head with an even greater tightness and whimpered into the mattress your nose was smashed onto.

You normally never objected to Jim’s singing— he could carry any tune easily and the sound of his voice was enough to melt any stress occluding your thoughts. But, after working two shifts without so much as an hour break in between, rest was precious to you.

He didn’t stop even as the water shut off and spent the subsequent minutes actually increasing his volume.

With a far louder groan than your last, you threw the pillow aside and ripped the comforter from your body, placing your bare feet on the floor and standing on shaky, exhausted legs. Your hands formed tight fists and your steps were heavy as you walked across the room— your teeth could have cracked from the pressure you placed upon them.

You felt the heat rolling off your own body as you approached the door, banging your fist against the door three times without answer. “Jim fucking Kirk, I swear to any and every deity anyone has ever prayed to, —”

The door slid open with a soft hiss, the man behind it grinning at you with a freshness rivaling any spring you’d ever witnessed. Water fell from his growing blonde hair onto his bare shoulders and rolled down his torso, soaking the waistband of his undone trousers. “What? What do you swear to any and every deity anyone has ever prayed to, angel?”

You took your teeth from your bottom lip at the sound of his voice and cleared your throat. You decided to glare at him once you met his almost electric blue eyes. “I could dump you for disrupting my sleep.”

“Okay, and I could fight you on that.” The amusement in his eyes, painting the smile over his lips, forcing the tone of his voice irritated you beyond belief.

“Mess with my sleep and any fight is inadequate, Kirk.”

He tilted his head. His visible amusement only increased. “We’re using last names now? That’s a thing we’re doing?”

“It adds emphasis,” you shrugged. “I was trying to sleep, why would you have a goddamn concert in the shower while I’m trying to sleep?”

“I wasn’t having a con—”

“I heard you thank Yorktown for being a great audience.”

His smile faltered a bit. “Haven’t we reached a point in our relationship where nothing is embarrassing anymore?”

“I don’t know, Jim,” you replied. The pink over the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears did away with some of your anger. “S’pretty embarrassing— Len won’t let you live it down.”

“Bones knows?”

“He will when I tell him.” You reached up to pat his cheek, smirking. “Consider us even, Beastie Boy reject.”

Six

Tossing your tray of half-finished food aside, you rose from the front-row table and nodded knowingly at Uhura once. She laughed in response as you took short, calculated steps towards the lines behind the plethora of replicators.

You placed your index finger over your pursed lips when Leonard spotted you, shaking your head quickly when his mouth opened. “Please, please, please,” you mouthed to him.

He snorted quietly and nodded before rolling his hazel eyes. He resumed his conversation with Jim, just nodding as his friend spoke.

You brushed past clustering crewmembers and raised yourself onto the balls of your feet once you reached Jim. With a quick kiss to his cheek, you grinned as he turned his face to look at you and bumped your noses together. “That’s four for me, loser.”

A few hours later, Jim found himself hiding behind the curtain he knew you were on the other side of. He could hear you as you spoke to the patient, giving them sound advice on the necessity of adequate rest and hydration.

He was trying to keep his breathing quiet as he heard your steps carry you in his direction and worked even harder to keep himself from yelling out in premature triumph when you pulled the curtain aside.

As soon as he saw your eyes flash towards him, he leaned in and pressed his lips to your cheek. He immediately began backing away, laughing as he did. “We’re tied, angel.”

The next morning, you kept yourself cooped up in your favorite exam room and, with the bimonthly physicals already in session, you were justified in doing so. Which is what you told Leonard as he stepped through the door with one of the widest scowls you’d ever seen.

“Cut the crap,” he said, snorting in response to your thin defense. “You’re in here because of that stupid kissin’ game you and Jim have got goin’.”

“What game?” you asked, eyes wide as you stared at him. “There is no ga—”

The deadpanned expression he offered you cut you off easily.

You sighed in defeat. “He’s winning, Len! We can’t let him win!”

“Who is this ‘we’ you’re referrin’ to, sweetheart? None of the bullshit y’all do is any of my concern.” He paused for a moment. “Besides, if I was goin’ to be pickin’ sides, I’d be on Jim’s.”

“What are you—”

As if queued up perfectly, there was a flash of command gold through the agape door before Jim’s soft lips pressed against your cheek. His arm went around your waist as you stumbled to the side a bit, stabilizing you before kissing your cheek again. “That count as two? Should count as two.”

“You cheated!” you shouted, pushing at Jim’s chest as you gawked at him incredulously. “You totally cheated!”

“Only two rules,” he began, holding two fingers up. “One, kisses in our quarters don’t count and, two, first to reach ten.”

“Whose stupid idea was this?” you were still yelling, which only made Jim smile more.

“Mine. And now,” he nearly sang as he leaned forward once more to kiss your cheek especially sloppily. “I’m at ten and I win.”

“But —”

“God, I can’t wait for you to only speak to Spock in Shakespeare quotes.”

You were fuming. “I hate you.”

Jim looked at Leonard and raised his thick eyebrows. “‘The course of true love never did run smooth,’ eh?”

Seven

You turned from your side onto your back, sighing as you adjusted the comforter so it was tucked under your arms. You then flipped onto your stomach, sighing once more as you moved onto your other side. Deciding that position pulled on your healing wound too much, you moved.

As soon as you were lying on your back again, you stared at the ceiling blankly. You couldn’t see the boundaries of any of the plates, not bothering to turn the lights on as you squinted at them.

You looked to your left and let your gaze linger on Jim’s usual spot. You missed the mess of blonde hair that would peek out from the covers, the bright blue eyes that would flutter open upon realization of and concern about your restlessness.

But Jim’s anger always burned slowly— much slower than you could stand. He would simmer in his frustration, in his discontent for hours just overthinking and overanalyzing in silence— a silence that was drowning you at this very moment.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe when he didn’t speak to you, you felt like your lungs were shriveling up more and more with each second he spent sleeping on the couch.

You sat up, running your fingers through your hair and pulling a little. You considered your options and wrung your fingers together, twisting almost painfully.

Just as you heard rustling, you lied back down and pulled the bed spread over your head. You held your breath when you heard footsteps, you almost cursed yourself for letting a tear escape the corner of your eye when the steps went right past you to the bathroom.

You sat up again, calling for the lights to flicker on at twenty-percent rather than shock your eyes with anything higher. You combed your fingers through your hair and wiped at your cheeks to look mildly presentable, mildly put-together. You licked your lips when you registered how dry they were.

The door slid open once the water of the sink shut off and exhausted eyes met yours. He didn’t bother to speak, didn’t offer a word as he began to shuffle across the room.

“You have to talk to me eventually.”

He grunted in response.

“Take the bed. I’m the one that made a mistake, I should sleep on the couch.”

He stopped walking. “No.”

Something inside of you shook. “I’m the one that— that didn’t—” you were too tired to form a coherent sentence, but that didn’t stop you from trying. “I’m wrong, I know I’m wrong. You didn’t deserve to— I made a mistake. I didn’t listen to you and I went on that mission, I didn’t listen to you while I was out there and put myself in danger. I got hurt and it’s my fault—”

“It’s late. Sleep.”

Eight

Each time Jim shut his eyes, he saw the look in your eyes as you backed away from him and stepped onto the transporter platform. The look in your eyes that tore whatever was in his chest to pieces. The look you only had because he hurt you, because he yelled at you to be quiet when you went against his decision.

Each time he found silence, he heard Uhura announce that your communication line was dead. He heard Scotty announce that he could no longer track you. He heard Leonard say you’d left his side because a patient asked you to help someone too hurt to move, because caring for the wounded mattered more to you than your own safety— even in a war-torn territory the Enterprise was called on to assist medically. Louder than all of that, he heard the words he told you before you left, the tone he used before you left.

And each time he heard your voice, he remembered that he’d almost lost you. He forgave you the second you came on board with an arrow jammed into your side, your weak voice telling Leonard to make sure Jim was okay, to make sure he wasn’t too stressed out. But he couldn’t forget— not when you were forced to take it easy for subsequent weeks, not when you winced each time you moved too suddenly.

He wasn’t simmering in his anger like you thought he was, he wasn’t letting it burn him alive. He just didn’t know what he could say to the only person that made him so weak. How could he tell you that he was so angry that you almost left him? How could he be so selfish as to tell you he wanted to lock you inside your shared quarters and never let you out lest something happen? How could he even begin to express how much he loved you if it all just sounded insufficient in comparison to what he actually felt?

So as you asked him to take the bed and offered to take the couch, he couldn’t muster a word aside from, “No.”

When you fought him on it, when you reminded him of why his chest hurt almost every second, of why he couldn’t meet the dimming blue eyes of his reflection, he couldn’t say more than, “It’s late. Sleep.”

You didn’t listen to him, though— much to his dismay. You rose from the bed, smoothing down the t-shirt of his that you wore. Without looking at him, you brushed past him.

Before he knew what he was doing, he grasped your wrist in his hand.

His grip was tight and, aside from the hug he’d given you in the medbay after your surgery, it was the most physical contact you’d had in two weeks— or so you thought seeing as Jim would softly kiss your forehead once he was sure you’d fallen asleep.

“Jim, —”

“You,” he began unsteadily. “You could have died on me.”

“Jim, the arrow wasn’t—”

“It doesn’t matter where it was. You could have died on me,” he said in a louder voice, releasing your hand as you turned to face him. “It could have been much worse—”

“— because I didn’t listen and I’m so sorry. I’m really, truly sorry—”

He sighed heavily and took several steps back, his legs hitting the bed before he allowed himself to sit. He placed his head in his hands and took a deep breath. When he looked at you again, his red-rimmed eyes forced your heart into your throat.

“You could have died and the last thing I would have said to you is ‘be quiet.’ Not ‘I love you, please come back to me because it’ll take me too long to learn to be okay without you,’ and not ‘I’m so in love with you, you’re my world and I can’t imagine who I would be if I never met you.’” He shook his head. “I told you to be quiet.”

You tilted your head as you looked at him, kneeling before him seconds later. You placed your hands on his knees and ducked your head to offer him the smallest smile. “I don’t remember you saying that to me.”

He picked his head up and met your gaze. With the dilation of his pupils, he looked ready to consume whatever portion of you wasn’t already his.

“As cliché and lame as it sounds, the only thing I could remember you ever telling me was that you love me— that you’ve always loved me,” you said, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his cheekbone. “I came back to you and I’m okay— I’ll give more weight to your judgement next time.”  

He laughed in disbelief. “Angel, if you think there’s going to be a next time, —”

“I love you— but that’s not for you to decide. You can suggest, you can advise, but you can’t single me out and keep me out of missions— you know that.” You smiled a little more then. “Just, like, come with me or send a security officer next time. Yeah?”

Nine

You sat beside Jim in a comfortable silence. You were catching up on patient charts while he caught up on his favorite Earth publications— he had a crease at the center of his forehead and a soft neutral frown over his lips while you had your bottom lip in your teeth’s vice grip and your eyebrows knit together.

You looked over at him for a moment, smiling at the visible concentration over his features.

He seemed to sense that and met your gaze. He returned your smile easily.

“I think this officially makes us an old married couple.”

You laughed through your nose. “We’d have to be married in order to be an old married couple.”

“We’re not married?” he asked, leaning closer to you.

You shook your head with a frown of consideration. You leaned in as well. “No, not that I can recall.”

“Engaged?”

“No, Jim, we’re not.”

“I haven’t asked you to marry me yet?”

“Nope.”

“Huh.” He leaned away again. “Expect that soon.”

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[smiley-stark]

When Lightning Strikes

A Bucky Barnes Drabble(?)

prompt: Stark Tower is nearly empty when a storm rolls through town. (Y/n) can’t quite control her anxiety when the crashes hit a crescendo.

requests: open!!

Sighing, you closed the blinds to your bedside window. The low hum of your old laptop was the only noise in you quaint room, but you sadly knew that would change soon.

You wanted desperately to run to Wanda’s room and relax with her for a while. Or to at least have a decent girl’s night with Natasha. But no. Here you were. Plopped on your bed. all alone. 

Everyone else was gone for a quick mission, but seeing as you and Bucky had just returned from one two days ago, everyone insisted that you two stay home. You tried to argue that your powers would come in handy, but when you saw just how concerned Steve was, you couldn’t help but give in.

Luckily enough, Bucky was a friend. Maybe not a close one, but a friend. His room was to the left of yours. Sam’s was to the right.

Wiggling the mouse to your laptop, the screen lit up again, still open to the weather report for this evening. Your eyes traveled down to the left hand corner, scanning the time; 7:12 pm.The storm wouldn’t hit until around 9.

You debated whether you should sleep or watch a movie. Turning to your bed, the uninviting sheets and crumpled pillow case practically made the decision for you.

Wandering into the hallway, you heard a slight scuffle from Bucky’s room and instantly recognized it as the sound of clicking hangers. Stifling a giggle, you walked on.

As you made your way over to the kitchen, you mind stayed with Bucky. You weren’t the type to fall easily, but God was Bucky amazing. Kind hearted yet stubborn. Funny but serious. His tone could somehow be simultaneously gentle and abrasive. He was a living, breathing oxymoron. 

His aura always baffled you and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up when the two of you got lost in conversation. You were definitely developing feelings for him. Had you told him?

Of course not!

You weren’t afraid of his response or of rejection, but you were afraid of the feelings being temporary. 

“All I need is a sign.” You muttered to the empty kitchen.

Grabbing a glass of water and throwing some popcorn in the microwave, you sat on the counter and waited patiently.

Bucky’s POV

Where could the damned thing be?

His hoodie? A simple piece of fabric? Where on God’s green Earth had it wandered?

He sat on the edge of his bed, taking in a deep sigh before (quite dramatically) flopping backwards.

The stupid hoodie was WITH him on the mission and it had been missing ever since. He knew he had packed it, and that was what drove him crazy. He had already checked his duffel bag (a total of four times), and his closet. 

“Whatever,” he huffed, “I’ll just find something else.”

The timer beeped signaling that your snack was ready. You popped up lazily and grabbed the warm bowl, heading to the media room.

Taking a comfy seat in the middle of the sofa (which was a rare occurrence when the whole team was present.) You sat back, taking a long sip of water and began to play an old favorite movie.

About halfway through the movie, you began to regret your decision of wearing shorts and a tank top. It was already 8pm and you were cold, tired, and anxious. Sitting up, you paused the movie. Just as you were going to shut the system off, the cool glow radiating from the screen revealed a lump of fabric hanging over the back of the couch.

You chuckled. Clint? Probably Clint. Always leaving things around. 

Knowing you were good friends and that he probably wouldn’t care one bit, you slid over and picked up the jacket, pulling it over your frame. You hummed at the sudden warmth.

Standing, you realized just how big the hoodie was. Lifting your arm, the sleeve ran down a good few inches before stopping. You laughed again.

Probably Thor.

Your sleepy mind was too clouded and stressed to worry about the owner. The warmth and soft musky scent comforted you beyond belief, and suddenly you were ready for bed.

Next thing you knew, you were fluffing you pillows and beginning to drift off.

At 8:30.

Bucky’s POV

After settling for one of his old pull over jackets, Bucky went to the kitchen to grab a snack before he went off to bed.

Nearing his room with his snacks (lots of granola bars, juices, fruit snacks, and a bottle of water) he heard beginnings of a storm in the distance. He shrugged it off and proceeded to pig out in his room, but before he could get halfway through his snacking session the storm had reached its full power. The wind howled and whipped the flag poles below vigorously. The rain was coming down in dense droplets, attacking the pavement below.

He watched through the large window near his bed as a large bolt of lightning lit the night sky completely. Moments later there was a crash so loud he could feel the mirrors and wall hangings shake throughout the building.

Bucky wasn’t particularly afraid of this storm, and he had no real problem with it. Until, that is, he heard muffled sobs from the room next to his. He left in a hurry to (y/n)’s door.

He knocked lightly, assuming that she was awake. When he was answered with more sobs, he let himself in. (Y/n) was curled into a small ball on the queen sized bed, face shoved into the fluffy pillows, body entangled in layers of sheets and blankets. He couldn’t lie, if she wasn’t upset, this would’ve been absolutely beautiful.

He walked forward and felt a dip in the mattress when he sat down.

“Hey, (y/n)? Princess? Wake up, it’s okay. You’re alright. Wake up.” he whispered while rubbing her shoulder.

She clenched her eyes shut one final time before squirming for moment and waking up fully.

You woke with a start. Gasping for air, chest heaving, tears still rolling from the dream you had already partially forgotten. Another splash of lightning washed across the sky and you clung to Bucky, not catching your actions until it was too late. 

“Hey princess, hey. It’s alright. I’ve got you.” He murmured in the sweetest voice you had ever heard him use, and you relaxed further into his embrace.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” You whispered, sad confession muffled by his chest.

‘Don’t apologize, doll. It’s okay. Let me see your face. Have you stopped crying?” He replied, briefly pulling away to blindly run his thumb over your cheeks. He laughed to himself, “You’re a tough cookie, huh?”

You gave him a playful shove to the chest and sighed, leaning back into his embrace.

“Really, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. Something about being alone mixed with these thunderstorms, just, I- y’know what I mean?” You asked, not even sure what you were trying to say.

“Listen, it’s fine. Stop apologizing.” Aaaaand, Bucky’s back, “I can’t control the weather for you, but I can fix the being alone part. I know I’m not Natasha or Wanda and I can’t paint your nails or do your hair, but if you want you can come hang out in my room.” He reasoned, voice turning up at the end of his proposal.

“Please, please, please let me.” You laughed, sniffling again as the another boom of thunder shook the walls.

“C’mon in, then!” He laughed, reaching a blind hand out into the darkness. It took a moment for you to find his offer, but you took it graciously, following him to his room.

Always a gentlemen, Bucky let you enter first, followed behind, and closed the door after. Turning back to face you,he caught the first actual glimpse of what you were wearing and it made his heart skip a beat. 

“my hoodie...” he whispered to himself, but you caught the soft sound.

“Wait, what? This is yours? Oh, Bucky I’m sorry. Again. I didn’t know, It was in the media room and I was cold and-’ he cut you off.

“No, no. You’re- You’re fine. Looks cute on you. I mean- yeah. Yeah, you’re good. Keep it actually.” He didn’t make an ounce of eye contact the entire time he spoke and was visibly nervous. You figured the best thanks would be silent.

Nodding, you turned back to his bed and sat on the corner. A low growl escaped your abdomen.

“Hey! You’re hungry! Me too.” Bucky said immediately, eyes lighting up as he tossed a juice and some granola bars your way. Thankfully, you caught them both and laughed at his speedy response.

“Thanks, ol’Buck” you smiled to yourself, loving the way your nickname made him grin.

He sat at the head of the bed and patted the area next to him, looking at you expectantly. You ninja rolled over to the empty spot next to him, making him toss his head back in laughter. The two of you sat together in complete peaceful silence, enjoying the warm company. You did your best to ignore the way Bucky chewed.

After you had finished your snacks, the storm had died down. It had turned into a calming, persistent drizzle. You were actually intoxicated by his scent and warmth. You definitely did not want to leave his side.

You felt your tired body slide ever so gently to the left and you purposefully did nothing to stop it. Slowly, your frame leaned against Bucky’s and your head came to rest on his broad shoulder.

“This is nice.” The two of you whispered in unison. A raspy laugh escaped his lips and you let out a breathy sigh.

“Do you care if I crash in here, Buck?” you asked, the question coming out softer than you expected.

“I was hoping you’d ask.” He whispered.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Hey, doll.”

“I really care about you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Ouch..”

“Alright, alright. I care about you, too. A lot.”

The last thing you remember before drifting off into a blissful sleep was Bucky sliding down into the bed with you in his arms, planting the sweetest goodnight kiss on the top of your head.

Thank God for thunderstorms.

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