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lostfirefly · 19 days

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What do you do? What do you do in the bath?

I've been incredibly productive this week. I will probably be less active next week, because I need to prepare for the 3D animation course test. English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

I'm not confident in writing smut. So I apologize in advance.

Decription: Buggy came home from a short tour. He and Catherine are taking a bath. Something gets out of control :)

Warnings: SFW (fun, domestic fluff) turns into NSFW (Cathie-pie seduces her clown), MDNI

Words: 4749

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august

The title is taken from "In the Bath" by Lemon Jelly (don't laugh!).

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Catherine periodically came to the window with a glass of wine. She glanced first at the clock, then out the window. She heard the sound of a car door closing and ran to the window again.

“Not my little bear…” She sighed, took a bottle of wine and went to the sofa.

Catherine was lying on the sofa with a book when she heard the sound of keys in the front door and heavy footsteps.

"Cotton candy, I'm home!" She heard her favorite deep voice from the corridor.

"Finally!!!" Catherine jumped up from the couch and ran to the front door and saw Buggy leaning with his back against the wall. She clenched her hands into fists and started squealing.

"My Buggy Bea-a-r!!!!" Catherine jumped on Buggy, hugging him with her arms and legs. "Hi, hi, hi!!" Smack. Smack. Smack.

“First, hi! Second, it's still a disgusting nickname when you are gonna change it? Third, this is for you! I bought it.” He handed her a bouquet of blue carnations.

“Liar!!” Smack. “I’m pretty sure you stole it!” Smack. “Thanks!” Smack. “So beautiful!” Smack. “Your nickname remains!” Smack. “I missed you!” Smack. Smack. Smack.

“First, why pay for a bouquet when I can easily steal it?” Buggy shrugged, trying to pretend he doesn't like smacks. “Second, I have only been gone for two days and already such a greeting! I like it!!” He carried Catherine into the bedroom.

“You were gone for two whole days, my red-nose thief!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “How did everything go? Did the fangirls attack you? Found yourself a new girlfriend?” Catherine stroked his head. “I'm sorry I couldn't go with you. Women's things finished me off.” She kissed him on his lips.

“Are you out of your mind? Why do I need some other girl? Everything went fine!” Buggy put Catherine on the bed. “Feeling better already?” He took the bouquet and sent his hand to place it in a vase on the night table.

“Yes! By the way, what kind of strange thing did you send me? I didn’t get the sense.” Catherine wiped her lips, took out her phone and showed the photo.

“Damn! You have me listed under that fucking nickname here, too.” Buggy placed his hand on her waist, glanced at her, pretending he’s unhappy with the recording. “And this isn't a strange thing. Honey, it’s you.”

"It's a bush, Buggy!” Catherine put her hand on his shoulder.

“No-o-o, it's you!” He pointed his finger at the photo.

“In what universe is this me?"

“It looks like you! See? Here’s the hair, the hands. And if you look closely at these branches, this is your “I hate you” face. I saw it, thought about you, and wanted to show it to you.”

“I can't believe that the love of my life compared me to a bush.” Catherine kissed Buggy on his head, started jumping on the bed and watched him change into his home clothes. “You sent a message that you'll be home in an hour. And it's already been two. Where have you been, jackass? How's the journey home?”

“Disgusting. I had to put a couple of my freaks in the car, and they kept whining. Sometimes they were hot, sometimes they were cold. And we had to stop periodically.” Buggy looked at her, pulling off his sock. “Why are you laughing, little shit?”

“It’s amazing to listen to one of the most whiny persons in the world complain about what others complain about.” Catherine smiled.

“Go to hell, honestly! I never whine!”

“You're always whining. When we returned from our adventure, you whined that after the celebration we hadn't had sex in three days. Then you whined that I forgot to cut off the crust on the sandwich and thought that I was upset with you. Then you whined when you realized that I wasn’t offended. Two days ago, you were whining that the sheets weren't soft enough.”

“In my defense, three and even two days without sex is a lot, cotton candy. You like tormenting me, right? Fuck, I’m so tired, I'm declaring a day off tomorrow.” He was rummaging through the shelves. “Where are my pants, cotton candy?”

“Third shelf from the bottom!” She pointed to the closet and continued jumping. “Hah! You can't do anything without me. You can't even find your pants!”

“I can find everything. I lived somehow before you!” He squatted down and looked at the shelf.

“Come on!” Catherine stopped jumping and crossed her arms. “You probably wore holey socks, walked around in dirty pants and ate something unknown. So since you have a day off tomorrow, maybe we can go for a walk tomorrow? I would hold your hand…” She made waves with her hands.

“I’ll think about it. Shit, I’m hungry!” He pulled on his pajama pants and turned to her.

Catherine couldn't resist and jumped on him with her legs. "Then take me to the kitchen, my hero!" She ran her fingers over his stubble. “Is it difficult to put on a t-shirt?”

“I thought you missed this view too.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the lips. She hugged him tightly around his neck, kicking her legs happily.

Buggy carried Catherine into the kitchen, grumbling for her to stop moving her legs and kissing his nose, although he secretly adored these manifestations of her feelings, and her lively personality. She knew that he was just groaning and would never admit that he liked it.

When they came to the kitchen, Catherine jumped off him and ran to the refrigerator.

"Sit down and relax, my love! Look what I bought for you!" She took two bottles of beer from the fridge. "Your favorite!"

"You are my best!" Buggy looked at her over his shoulder.

Catherine put the bottles on the table for him, kissed him on his cheek and ran to the stove. "And I cooked your favorite mac and cheese!" She took out a plate and began serving him a portion. "I also baked almond cookies. I bet your fangirls don't care about you that much!" She giggled.

“I don’t have fangirls, stop mocking me!” Buggy took a sip of beer. “I have enough of you pissing me off every time! Oh, by the way, I bought you a gift.” He detached his hand and sent it to the bag. “I couldn't leave you without a gift.” The hand brought a small package and gave it to Catherine's hand.

“I will never stop admiring your chop chop.” She smiled and carefully opened the package. “What's here? Raspberry marshmallows sticks, a bottle of wine. Yummy!! What is this?” She took out a small figurine of a bear sitting under a lilac bush. “Oh, my god! Buggy…”

“You told me how your father gave your mother lilacs. I saw this figurine and thought it would remind you of them. And I bought it. Ok, I stole it. Why are you looking at me like that?” Buggy asked with his mouth full, chewing pasta.

“You remember the story. This figure is amazing! And also this little bear. It's you and my parents. Can I put this on the shelf in the bedroom?” Catherine looked at him with wet eyes.

“Put it wherever you want.”

“I'll put a figurine next to a picture of you and me. Thank you!” Catherine ran up to him, placed the plate on the table and kissed him on the cheek. “I'm glad that you remember my words even when I'm dressed, asshole. Love, love, love you!!”

Catherine put the figurine on the table, plopped down on a chair next to Buggy, watched him happily wrap pasta on his fork and wash down his food with beer. She stroked his hair. "Tasty?"

Buggy nodded, narrowed his eyes contentedly, and kissed her on the lips.

“Don't come at me with your oily lips, clown!” Catherine wiped her mouth with a towel, hugged his arm and laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m so happy you’re finally home.”

“Cathie-pie, my hand.” Buggy turned his head slightly towards her, looking at her questioningly. “How would I eat if you grabbed my hand?”

“I don't care! Think of something.”

Buggy shrugged and separated the part of his hand that was holding the beer.

Catherine glanced at him. “Seriously? Instead of hugging me, you’re doing this?!”

“What? I’m hungry.” Buggy wrapped the pasta around his fork. Slurping, he finished eating, threw his fork on the table and took a sip of beer. "Everything was delicious! Thank you!" Buggy looked at Catherine and put his hand on her shoulder.

“You’re always welcome. Could you imagine, if you'd left me in the desert, you'd be eating nothing but breadcrumbs with water right now.” She kissed him on the nose.

“Fuck! I didn't leave you! You will remember this to me for the rest of your life, right?” Buggy stretched. "Fuck, my back. I suggest we move to the couch." He took the beer and extended his hand to her.

“Go to the living room, I’ll be right back, I’ll just put the plates in the dishwasher.” She gave him another peck on the nose and kicked him out into the living room.

Catherine poured herself a glass of wine and went to Buggy, “My little bear, I’m coming to you! Let’s spe~..” She entered the living room and saw him lying on the sofa, quietly snoring. Catherine smiled, tiptoed over to the snuffling body, covered Buggy with a blanket and kissed him on the head. “Tired. Okay! I'll go to the bath then.” She whispered to herself.

Catherine quietly went into the bedroom to get pajama pants and Buggy’s t-shirt, grabbed a glass of wine and went to the bathroom. She lit the candles, poured bath salts and added bubbles. Catherine took off her clothes and lay down in the hot water. She took a sip of the wine and closed her eyes, exhaling several times. She placed her hand on the edge of the bathtub and felt a hand on her arm.

“Oh, shit!!” Catherine jumped slightly, opened her eyes and saw Buggy sitting next to her and looking at her. “I almost had a heart attack! What are you doing here? You were sleeping on the couch.”

“You said that you would come to me. I opened my eyes, you weren’t there, and I went looking for you.” He blushed.

“I knew you missed me!” Catherine narrowed her eyes playfully.

“Fuck you! Yes, I missed you. Are you going to cut me into pieces for this? You know perfectly that you can slice me, you can dice me, and I~” Buggy let go of her hand.

“What? No! Don't be offended!” Catherine took his hand and pulled him towards her, kissing him on the lips. Buggy started giggling during the kiss. Catherine pulled her head back. “What's so funny, clown?”

“You're naked. I can see your breasts!”

“Oh, God! Are you 10 years old?”

“Hey! I’m over 30! But I’m always happy to see you naked. And here you are lying in the bathtub. All so sexy.” Buggy started giggling again.

“That’s it! Get out of here!” Catherine started pulling him out of the bathroom.

“But why? Can I sit next to you?” Buggy stared at her with pleading eyes.

“Go away, fucking clown!”

He sighed, stood up and walked out the door.

“Buggy!” Catherine immediately shouted.

“What?” His head looked into the bathroom.

“Seriously? I can't believe you just up and left.” Catherine straightened one leg above the water and winked at him. “Would you like to join me?”

“Two minutes ago you kicked me out, and now you’re calling me to join.” Buggy stood there in bewilderment.

“Well, if you don’t want to, fine. You could touch my naked body.” She lightly touched him with her foot.

“Oh, you’re a dirty girl, Catherine Mitchell!” Buggy grinned, closed the door and quickly took off his pants and underwear.

“Yes, I'm like that sometimes! But I still blame you for spoiling me.” Catherine looked him up and down, blushed, and moved to the other side of the bath.

“Yeah, yeah, a bad horny clown spoiled a decent little princess.” Buggy sat down in the bath, and she immediately leaned her back against his chest.

“Ts! I didn't give you permission to talk!” Catherine gently ran her fingertips along his cheek and, feeling that he placed his arms around her waist, put her hands on his arms. “Do you remember the rules that I introduced after last time?”

“Yes, ma'am.” Buggy buried his face in her hair and sighed.

“What happened, little bear?” She started stroking his fingers.

“Nothing. Glad to be home. Glad that someone is waiting for me at home. Glad I'm not alone anymore.” He mumbled into her hair.

“I’ll always wait f~!” Catherine's eyes widened as she felt one of his hands slowly begin to move down to her thigh. "What are you doing? Take your hand back!" She grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist. “Don't break the rules, Buggy! No chop chop things in this room! Or I’ll leave, and you’ll remain a grown man taking a bubble bath.”

“So unfair!” Buddy said sadly. “You're lying with me completely naked! I see your breasts! Your nip~!”

Catherine covered his mouth with her hand. “Shush! Stop saying these inappropriate things!”

Buggy removed her hand from his mouth and watched as she blushed when he started whispering in her ear. Her eyes widened.

“No! We won’t do anything! We’re taking a bath. Rules, Buggy!” There was already less confidence in Catherine's voice. “And keep your.. your.. you know.. little Buggy with you.” She closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder.

“You've never complained about him before! And he’s not little!” There was indignation in his voice.

“Oh, I knew you'd pick up on that, pervert!”

“I'm offended to the core, cotton candy. Well, tell me, what did you do without me?” Buggy asked quietly.

“Hm.. I went to the cinema, walked, sat in a cafe with a book and lay on the couch. And what did you do?” Catherine asked softly. She liked listening to his stories about everything and nothing, listening to how his days were spent.

“Well, we rehearsed a lot. I played cards with Cabaji. Won a bottle of beer. He often asks about you. I do not like it.” Buggy pouted.

“Someone is jealous!!” Catherine pressed her back closer.

“I’m not!”

“You're so jealous that you will turn even more gray with anger. He's just happy for you. That's all.” Catherine straightened her leg slightly. "Great, huh?"

Buggy tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “What exactly? Your beautiful legs or your naked body?”

“No, asshole. Just lie there together.”

“Not so bad.” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. “I love you, my Cathie-pie.”

Catherine turned around and looked at him with round eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He kissed her hand again.

“You… You just said 'I love you' ahead of me for the first time.” Catherine ran her finger along his arm.

“Hey, I always tell you this!”

“You tell me this when we are... Well, you know. In bed. When you are... Well, you know. But at these moments you are a little crazy.” She stroked his cheek. “Love you too. And I’m so happy I met you.”

“Well, I'll thank myself for that. I'll thank myself for finding you.” Buggy said it with a proud grin and kissed her temple.

“You didn't find me. I was brought to you.” She squeezed his hand.

“It still counts, cotton candy. You've succumbed to my charm.”

Catherine rolled her eye. “Oh, for God's sake, there was no charm! You pissed me off!”

“I beg to differ, you're the one who stayed with me, and now you're lying naked with me in the bathtub.” Buggy kissed her temple again.

“Oh, fuck you, clown! Well, tell me who else you took a bath with. There were probably a lot of girls here. But do you remember? If you don't want to, don't tell me.” Catherine twirled a strand of his hair around her finger.

“There was no one here. Who will take a bath with me? The tub stood almost idle until someone pretty and cheerful occupied it. And I didn’t wash very often.” Buggy shrugged.

“Yes, I noticed. You rarely do this even now, sometimes I have to remind you to wash yourself.”

“I'm surprised that you willingly lie here with me. Do you remember when I brought you from the airport?” Buggy reddened.

“And you immediately dragged me into the bedroom, I remember.”

“Hey, you didn't mind. Our first time was good then, right?” He sighed happily. “I will probably remember this day even on my deathbed.”

Catherine glanced at Buggy and took another strand of his hair. “Do you even remember anything besides sex? Don't know. Our walks in the evenings, how you constantly steal the flowers for me.”

“Sorry, your naked body and moans knock the rest of the moments out of my memory.” He giggled.

“Idiot and liar. So... You wanted to say something.” Catherine felt how his hands started trembling a little.

“Well, in the morning I woke up, and to be honest, I thought that you had already packed your things and ran to the airport. Don't know. Realizing that that was your big mistake. But I saw you sleeping next to me, holding my hand. It was so strange. And it's still strange.” Buggy felt he became nervous and felt how Catherine started stroking his palm.

“First of all, clown, I wouldn't go anywhere. I'm sorry, but you did such a thing to me that it was hard to walk. Secondly, I love you. Third, thank you for telling me this. I’m so proud of you.” She ran her fingertips along his stubble. “You are so prickly. I like it.”

Catherine stretched out her leg and tried to grab the washcloth with her fingers, but went under the water. She quickly surfaced and laughed loudly. “Damn! I thought it would be sexy, but I’m like a manatee on ice.”

“You okay?” Buggy pulled her closer.

“Totally.” Catherine took a lock of his hair. "So long and beautiful. Oh, I want to wash your hair!"

Buggy looked at her questioningly. “No! I can wash my hair myself.”

“Ple-e-ease! You're tired from the road! You never let me do this!” Catherine looked at him with pleading eyes.

“I said no!”

“And I said yes!” She reached for the shampoo, stood up and heard him chuckle. “What amused you again?”

“You're all naked.” Buggy scratched his nose. “Your body. So much better than I even remembered.”

“Oh m~. Stop grabbing my ass!” She slapped his hands, sat behind him and wet his hair. “Shit! I can swim in your bathtub like a whale. See?” Catherine lay down in the water, spun around twice and laughed loudly. “Why do you need such a huge one?”

Buggy laughed as he watched her splash her hands in the water. “Well, I was hoping that one day I would end up here with a very beautiful red-haired whale who would fill all surfaces with fucking scented candles and oils, and would torture me in every possible way.”

“It's not torment, clown. It's called caring. I like taking care of you. And I saw you smelling my candles.” Catherine settled behind him and let his hair down.

Buggy exhaled heavily.

“What happened, little bear?”

“Nothing. I'm still surprised that someone doesn't run away from me early in the morning. That I see someone in the morning dishevelled and wearing stupid pants with animals on them.” He closed his eyes.

“This someone in pants is also very happy to see you nearby.” Catherine wet his hair, poured some shampoo into her hand, and gently ran it through Buggy’s hair. "If it's unpleasant, tell me." She washed each strand carefully, and humming softly, she noticed a slight smile on his face. She gently massaged his head and then ran her hands through the strands. Every time Catherine wet his hair, it changed to a more emerald shade. She couldn't contain her delight and kept saying “wow”. She gently ran her hands through his hair, untangling small tangles with her fingers and rinsed them again.

“It was worth going away for a couple of days for that.” Buggy chuckled. He sat with his eyes closed and a slight grin on his face.

“I'm done with your hair, my love. Now let's wash your face. Can I?” She watched him make a face, but nodded. She took some lotions from the shelf and sat on his lap. Buggy chuckled as she began to gently rub the moistened pad over her face.

“What's so funny?”

“You're sitting on me naked.” Buggy wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You’re disgusting!” Catherine immediately began wiping his lips. “That's it! Shut your dirty mouth!” She gently moved the discs over his face, removing layer by layer of all his makeup. “Here you are! Hi!”

“Hi.”

Catherine couldn't resist and kissed him on the lips. He immediately pulled her closer.

“I missed you.” She kissed his forehead and wrinkled her nose slightly.

“Same thing.” Buggy answered in a whisper.

“Okay, it’s time to get out of the bath. Let's lie on the couch, drink alcohol, eat chips, and watch stupid shows. Good, huh? I’ll just rinse off in the shower.” Catherine kissed him on his cheek.

“And what about me?” Buggy looked at her questionably.

“And you go to the shower stall, clown. Otherwise, our joint bath will end badly.” Catherine blushed.

“You understand that this day will end like this anyway?” He winked at her.

“Get out!” She gently pushed him out of the bath.

Buggy took a brief shower to ensure he did not miss anything and sat next to the tub, keeping his gaze on Catherine.

She took out a washcloth and shower gel and, stretching her leg again, began to slowly move the washcloth along her leg.

“God, this is such a turn on!” He said quietly.

Catherine noticed how he began to fidget. “Like it?” She winked.

“You're playing a dangerous game, Catherine Mitchell!” Buggy tried to hold on by crossing one leg over the other leg. “Please, can I join?”

“Na-ah! Just watch, don't touch!” She bit her lower lip, narrowed her eyes playfully, and continued moving the washcloth.

“It's unfair! Do you even understand what you're doing, woman?” He swallowed. “Please! I wanna join and help you!”

“Someone is going to die.” Catherine slowly moved the washcloth along her other leg. “Patience, my silly clown!” She ran the washcloth over her arms and back, periodically glancing at how Buggy became redder and tried his best to hide his quickening breathing.

Catherine quickly rinsed off and was about to grab a towel when she felt Buggy’s hand on her wrist. "Hey! What the hell is this?"

Catherine slowly turned around and saw Buggy climbing into her bathtub. “You've already taken off your panties, you scoundrel. What about rules?”

“I don't use chop chop, see?” He showed her his hands, pressing his entire naked body lightly against hers. “Technically, I'm not breaking anything.”

Catherine placed one foot on the edge of the tub and ran her fingertips through the hair on his chest. “Did someone lose their temper, huh?”

“Because one little shit is behaving badly.” Buggy kissed her on the lips and felt her hand run down his stomach. “Very, very badly.”

“Stop talking, fucking clown. I'm standing here nak~.” She didn’t have time to finish the sentence.

Catherine swifty wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her into a searing, biting kiss. The growl in his throat grew louder with each passing second.

“Oh, fuck! I missed you!” Buggy said in a low, husky voice. His hands gripped her hips and shifted her up. Catherine gasped into his kiss, which shifted from soft and tender to passionate very quickly.

“I knew that, a little creep!” She leaned forward, gripped his bottom lip between her teeth, and gave him a rough, biting kiss. Catherine felt it. Felt that she wanted to lose control in the tension of his arms as he held her.

She moaned through the kiss when Buggy thrust up into her. One long, fast stroke that made her feel like she was breaking into little pieces. His hands gripped her at the hips tighter and moved her up and down. With every stroke of him, they were getting closer to the pleasure they both desired. Every movement made her arch and moan like a cat. Catherine found herself kissing and biting at every single inch of his skin. Buggy’s lips nibbled at every part of her body that he could reach, causing tiny bruises on her skin as their breathing and movements got increasingly chaotic with each upward stroke. Buggy arched up into her, unable to stop himself. His fingers pressed into the skin of her hips, an animalistic sound pouring forth from him, as she pressed further down. His name was the only word on her lips.

“Say it. Say you’re mine,” Buggy thrust deeper, and she whined at the feeling of him inside her. She’d known he belonged there from the first time she’d taken him in herself. “Tell me I’m not gonna lose you.”

Catherine breathed and kissed him. “I promise, you can’t lose me. I’m yours.”

“Tell me,” with his every word, his every move became more aggressive. “Tell me only I can protect you, that only I can take care of you. Say it.”

“You can protect me,” Catherine looked into his eyes, placing her hands on the back of his head. “Only you can take care of me, I promise.” She kissed him.

“Let me love you,” Buggy fucked her deep, hard, greedy. “Say it. Tell me that only I can love you, that it’s safe to love you.”

“You can love me. It's safe. I never hurt you. I promise.” She could barely say anything, pulling him closer.

Buggy moaned against her lips and fucked her, never slowing down, making her orgasm never really go away. He kissed her, pressed down deeply inside her then, causing her back to arch and her legs to tighten around his hips.

She moaned near his lips. “I need to feel you, please, please..”

“You’re mine, Cathie-pie.” He kissed her again, started fucking her a little harder and faster, driving the pleasure closer.

“I’m so close, don't stop.” Catherine felt him press deeply and pulse inside her, stimulating her orgasm. “Just a little mo~. A lit~. Fuck…”

Buggy let out one deep groan, feeling they came together, his body went slack for a moment before, and he buried his face in the crock of her neck. He was silent for a while.

“You okay?” Catherine asked, stroking his head. She felt every beat of his heart.

“Yeah. Fuck, it was great, right?” He kissed her forehead.

“Are you asking for a compliment, a little brat?” Catherine said mockingly and pecked him on his lips.

“Are you sure you're okay? Didn't I hurt you?” Buggy examined her body carefully.

“Why are you asking? What happened?” Catherine stroked his shoulder.

“I don't know. I feel like I overdid a little.”

“Well, you were extremely talkative today. But everything was amazing.” She noticed his worried eyes. “What's wrong, Buggy? Are you worried about something?”

“No! I mean yes. Tell me you meant all that.” He said quietly and looked into her eyes.

“What? Are you still afraid of s~.”

“Cathie-pie, please.”

“Of course, my blue-haired love.” Catherine gently kissed him on his lips. “I meant every word. I promise. You can protect me. I know you will protect me. Come on, you saved me from the cage! And I won't hurt you. And I won't leave you. And you're safe with me. And you know why?” She stroked his hair. “Because I love you so, so much, my Buggy Bear.”

“Love you too, my cotton candy. Hey, listen... Can I ask a question?”

“I guess the fact that you're still inside me doesn't give me the right to refuse?” She chuckled. “Ask me anything you want.” She ran her fingers over his stubble.

“I’m hungry again, and I missed your pancakes. Will you make me some?”

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bobbole · 4 months

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Birthday (the Corinthian x Dream | Daniel)

Dream doesn't have a birthday, but Daniel Hall does, and when the day approaches the little fragment of a child that still survives in his heart, hidden among newborn stars and nebula swirls, is a little bit sad at the thought of not being able to celebrate as he used to with his mother. That day is always inexplicably unhappy for the new endless and so he prefers to isolate himself in his rooms and see no one, while in the kingdom snow falls and covers everything like a freezing white blanket.

Nobody can explain the origin for that melancholy. Someone consult books, others seek advice from fortune tellers, but that mysterious sadness, every year, comes back.

Only The Corinthian knows the reason, for he understand his king's heart like no one else. That's why, at risk of being punished, he decides to leave the road traveled by nightmares and venture down the road of dreams, until he arrives at what he's looking for: the mind of a baker, full of cookies and new recipes and many, many cakes of all flavors.

- What kind of cake would you give to a birthday? -

- Depends, says the baker, intrigued by this strange customer, for the ones who have sophisticated tastes I suggest a ginger cake; there are those who like to daydream and then a strawberry cake is perfect; sometimes you just want to remember your childhood, and there is nothing better than a cream and chocolate cake! -

That day, on returning to his rooms, the Dream Lord finds a richly decorated box on his bed. He opens it and see that there is inside a cake, cream and chocolate, just like the one his mom used to make him, and on it's written

Happy Birthday Daniel

Every year since then, the Corinthian ventures into dreams to find a cake for his Lord to celebrate his birthday. And since then Daniel is no longer sad on that day, and snow no longer falls, except for a few sprinkles here and there, of cream and cotton candy.

(Headcanuary 2024)

#the sandman #the corinthian #daniel hall #corinthiel #my writing #headcanuary 2024 #this is supposed to be just random thoughts and instead a little fairy tale came out

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findafight · 1 year

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I think I forgot to elaborate on why it bugs me that they brought the Wheeler's marriage struggles in the show and then did not do anything with them. Like in real life, that might happen, where someone almost cheats on their partner, realizes that they don't want to hurt them and then does nothing surrounding the issues in the relationship. But this is a show. They deliberately decided to bring up Karen Wheeler's struggles in her marriage and almost had her cheat. They brought that very much into the forefront by choice and to just never follow through with it is not ideal writing. Which again is why I brought up that I don't really care what they did with the Wheeler's marriage as long as something changed! Like it doesn't need to be massive, but having Ted be more active in the marriage and parenting in a scene, like something. Because to have Karen realize she's unhappy with her marriage and do nothing about it, is bad writing.

Yeah they just. Bring up stuff. Show it to us. And then never talk about it again. Why bother including the unsatisfied Karen arc if they're not going to do anything with it? Literally just have her suggest to Ted they have a date night and him be like oh do you want to go to the fair? You like those. We could get cotton candy. And have him be the one to bring the Farris wheel attendant even though he doesn't like hieghts! hop and Joyce could jump on one of those mini train rides for babies with them and Karen could be like haha you've caught us on Ted's favourite ride! And ted is like I don't have to worry about dying on this one THANK YOU. Before Joyce and Hop bail on the ride by just. Standing up and stepping over the tracks lmao. I've fixed it by only adding one short scene and mildly changing two others!! Show them actually trying!

Or show Karen looking at a file of divorce papers or something? Show us her actually considering her future?

But they do this with other things too. Bring them up then not ever talk about them again. Like all Lucas' friends ditching him to play a game he was also! Invested in! The finale!! While he played the championship game that their school hadn't even gotten to in years! It was a highschool basketball game on the radio, it was a big deal for the town. The radio commentors were like "oh he must be on top of the world right now" immediately after/before we saw it was actually sad boy Lucas hours. And then it's like haha don't worry Lucas isn't a REAL jock. He was just doing that for his friends (even though it actually did matter to him and he was hurt when he saw them leaving the school.) I got opinions on THAT but I won't rant about it on this ask lol. Eddie was an asshole here! And it's just. Never brought up again. Shown as Lucas' fault. Smh.

Or any of Steve's injures. He's just fine to ride a bike, I guess, after the demo bats ate bits of him and choked him.

I want follow through!!

#karen wheeler #lucas sinclair #stranger things #stranger things meta #findaanswers #anonasaurus #ted wheeler

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krunkidile · 7 months

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trick or treat!

IS THIS CANDY?? NO IT''S A RAW BUNCH OF COTTON WITH THE STEM STILL ON.

WELL UNHAPPY HALLOWEEN, KID

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howdoyousleep3 · 2 years

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Part 2!

James winced as he watched his lover arch his back so far it popped loudly in the quiet of the hotel room. The younger man had been hunched over his laptop for the better part of three hours, barely moving, and now he was paying the price.

“C’mere, baby,” James held out a hand from where he was currently supine on the bed. “lemme give a back rub, that sounded like it hurt.”

Steve murmured in agreement and eagerly crawled up the bed, tossing his shirt aside before sprawling on his front, pillow tucked under his chin. James swung a leg over narrow hip and began pressing down on Steve’s spine with just enough pressure to make the column crackle softly. Steve moaned happily, melting further into the mattress.

“Feel good?”

“Mm’yeah.”

“Did you have a good day, baby?”

Steve nodded again, eyes closed, skin warming under James’ touch. He was tired enough that he didn’t fight the gentle drift of cotton candy flowing into his brain. James almost let it happen, let Steve fall under, so sweet and soft and perfect...

But they needed to talk about today. And the possibilities for the future. He leaned in close and pressed a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he urged softly. “I wanna talk to you about something.”

Steve grumbled out a protest, burying his face in the pillow he held close.

“I promise I’ll finish the massage as soon as we’re done talking,” James chuckled, shifting off his lover, making him grumble again. “Please, Stevie?”

After a few more noises of displeasure and some unhappy squirming, Steve finally rolled onto his side and glared at James. “What?”

James gave a sharp look of reprimand, and Steve immediately dropped his eyes in apology.

“What did you think of meeting Mr. Rogers and Bucky today?” James asked, relenting his gaze.

Steve blinked in surprise, but rallied quickly. “They seem nice,” he said, fingers absently working one of the corners of the pillow. “Mr. Rogers is kinda intimidating, like you were at the start. His smile is kind, though. And Bucky loves him, and Bucky’s cool, so Mr. Rogers must be, too. And he’s your friend. That means I can trust him, right? You’re picky with your friends.”

“So you like them?”

“I mean...as much as I can with how little I know them?”

James nodded in concession. “That’s fair. One meeting isn’t enough to get a full read on someone. But you said you could trust Mr. Rogers because I trust him, right?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed, sensing a trap. “Yeeees?”

“And you liked Bucky, right?”

“He’s cool, like I said. Funny, quick, snarky...”

“With bedroom eyes and cock-sucker lips?”

Steve choked on his spit, face flaming, “James! I-- You--!”

James hushed him quickly, pulled Steve into his arms and stroking his hair and back. “Breathe, baby. It’s okay. Bucky is Mr. Rogers’, just like you’re mine. He’s a pampered, spoiled, loved baby boy, just like you are. And Mr. Rogers is a Daddy, just like I am. But there’s a part of you that knew that, isn’t there?”

Steve struggled in James’ hold for a moment, before relenting and nodding. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered.

James nodded as well, unseen but felt against the top of Steve’s head. “And both Mr. Rogers and I can see and appreciate each other’s boys, because we love them so much. We like bragging and showing off. Okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“But boys can also appreciate each other. I know you think Bucky is pretty, because I know you. I know you think his lips are beautiful, and I know you think his body is attractive. I know you wanted to touch him and kiss him. Because you’re my baby boy, and I see those same things on your face when you look at me. And that is so very much okay.”

Steve raised his head, eyes bright and little scared. “Really? You’re not mad at me?”

James smiled and dipped his head for a kiss. “Not at all, baby. Wanna know why?”

“W-why?”

James dropped his voice to a playful whisper, “Because Bucky wanted to touch and kiss you, too.”

The older man couldn’t help the clench in his heart at the hopeful and wary look in Steve’s eyes. His boy still had trouble believing he was attractive and desirable. “Really? H-how do you know?”

“Because Mr. Rogers knows his boy just as well as I know mine, and he told me. And he’s as happy as I am about it.”

Now Steve was truly confused. “You’re happy? He’s happy? Why? I don’t want him to think I wanna steal his boyfriend!”

“He doesn’t think that at all, baby, I swear,” James quickly assured. “And neither do I. We’re happy because it’s really nice to know that our lovers know a good thing when they see it, just like we do. And that there’s a good chance of everyone getting along, which is always nice in a friend group, right?”

Steve nodded slowly, settling back against James’ chest.

“It also opens up opportunities for us Daddies to show off a little bit. And for you boys to explore safely, if that’s what you want.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed again. “Explore what?”

A smile tugged at James’ lips, but he quickly stifled it. Damn, his Stevie was so fuckin’ smart. He schooled his face into something serious, because this was serious. “First and foremost, before anything else, I need you to know you have every single right to refuse, say no, back out, change your mind, and demand it never be brought up again. Everything I’m about to say is purely hypothetical and entirely academic if that’s what you want. I’m merely placing an opportunity in front of you, for you to do what you want with. Clear?”

Stevie, bless his beautiful blond head, really did think about it, his brows crumpling slightly, and his eyes staring at a point on James’ chest. After several minutes, he looked up and nodded, once. “I understand,” he said clearly. James rewarded him with a kiss, sighing happily as Steve opened so easily beneath him. They both pulled away slowly and smiled.

James nestled Steve back to his chest, tempted to slot a thigh between Steve’s, but dismissing the idea as coercive in the current situation. He didn’t want anything swaying Steve’s choice. Not pleasure, not pressure, not fear...none of it. So he simply held Steve close and stroked a hand up and down his spine.

“The opportunity that I’m talking about,” he began, feeling Steve’s head tilt just enough to show he was listening, “is a chance for you to experience pleasure and enjoyment with someone who is of the same mindset as you. Not submitting to a Dom or a Daddy, but playing and having fun with another boy. Equal footing, with no power in play, except from the outside.”

Steve’s head tilted further, “What do you mean, ‘from the outside’?”

“Both Mr. Rogers and I would be present, but not participating. We’ll be there as guardians, for the most part. Making sure that neither of our boys are pushing or being pushed, just having fun and enjoying each other. We know our boys best, and we want to make sure that such an experience, if it were to happen, is pleasurable for everyone. I would be there to make sure that you are safe and comfortable, and keeping an eye on your headspace, and Mr. Rogers would be doing the same for Bucky.”

Steve was silent for a long time. James kept stroking his back, letting the younger man process everything he’d said. It was a lot to take in, and he was pleased that Steve wasn’t trying to give an immediate answer.

His question, when it came, nearly broke James’ heart.

“Do...,” Steve’s whole frame shuddered as he swallowed, “do you really think Bucky wanted to touch me, and k-kiss me? Like I wanted...want, to do with him?”

James was so, so tempted to show his sweet, shy, uncertain lover the text that remained open on his phone, but he wanted to keep this as unbiased as possible. “I really do. Mr. Rogers would never lie to me, and Bucky would never lie to him.”

“You’ll be there the whole time?”

“Every single second,” James promised, pressing a kiss to Steve’s hair.

Steve started to tremble. “I can change my mind?”

“At any point before, during, or even after. Just like Bucky, Mr. Rogers, or I can. Everyone has to want to be there, or no one will be there.”

“You’ll...,” Steve’s voice dropped to a reedy whisper, “you’ll still love me?”

“Oh, Stevie,” James crushed his boy even closer to his chest, cupping the back of his head and throwing his leg over the smaller man’s hip. “Absolutely nothing about this will make me love you even an iota less. Nothing. You are my lover, my boyfriend, my partner, my best friend, and my sweet, amazing baby boy. I’ll be holding you before anything happens, and holding you even tighter when it’s all done. I love you, and I want you to experience every kind of pleasure I can think of. This just happens to be one of them, and all it’ll take to make it happen or not is a single word from you. My love is not conditional to your answer. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”

Steve choked out a strained giggle, but his trembling slowly abated. Burrowing impossibly closer, he nuzzled under James’ chin and released all his tension in a deep and heavy sigh.

“I think...,” he said at last, pulling James from a slight doze. “I think...I do wanna play. With Bucky. He’s...he’s really pretty, and...I feel like I could—I could learn from him. He seems really happy to be Mr. Rogers’ boy, and I like his energy. Playing with him feels like it would be a lot of fun and feel really good. And,” James could feel the heat of Steve’s blush against his throat, “Mr. Rogers is very handsome. I want him to know that you have a good boy, too. I want to make you proud of me.”

“Sweetheart, I am already so, so incredibly proud of you,” James assured. “You’ve got nothing to prove to anyone. Mr. Rogers will only let you play with his boy because he already knows how good you are. Our babies only deserve the best, after all. And the fact that we get to show both of you off to the other is just icing on an absolutely delicious cake.”

Steve giggled again and lifted his face, asking for a kiss. James happily obliged, and the room filled with the sounds of loud breathing, soft moans, and clashing lips.

Much, much later, hours after the promised back-rub, which happened after the impromptu romp they had, James picked up his phone.

To: Rogers—Stevie said yes. Same place and time as today for negotiations? Thursday?

The response was quick.

From: Rogers—We’ll be there.

here is part 1

#askK #daddy steve and baby bucky #daddy james and stevie baby #daddy steve and baby bucky and daddy james and stevie baby #it just keeps getting better and better 😭#my shadow tag #shadow is amazing

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Tbh my only real complaints regarding the last 2 Helluva boss episodes were the song lengths. I actually enjoyed the songs for what they were for the most part, just felt like they ate up more episode time than needed.

Honestly I can agree with that. I at least liked Cotton Candy, but the songs in Unhappy Campers didn't do it for me.

#helluva boss #helluva boss critical #answered #luke.txt

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comingyourlugubriousness · 1 year

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🎡 - Who panics on a Ferris wheel?

🍕 - Who shares their food with the other?

For Idia x Yume💖

(art by @bunnwich) 🎡 - Who panics on a Ferris wheel?

They both do but not because of heights its because their both trying to wait for the exact perfect moment to have the cheesy cliche movie kiss at the very top of the Ferris Wheel.

🍕 - Who shares their food with the other?

Again Both of them! Idia doesn't eat much to begin with, but I imagine after he an Yume start dating he does get out a little more and that takes a toll on his energy levels. So he actually has to eat more to have energy (it's annoying be he guesses it's worth it and all that). But he still eats like a bird and rarely ever finishes a whole meal. So if he ends up getting food and it's too much he will usually offer what he can't eat to Yume if they want it, this extends to snacks! It wouldn't be uncommon for him to also put parts of food he doesn't like on their plate. (Also, Idia strikes me as that person who doesn't eat pizza crusts so I could see him just putting them on Yume's plate lol.) He will also lowkey jump to have those cheesy moments of sharing food like couples do in animes/tv shows. Sharing stuff like cotton candy, milkshakes, and crepes makes him really happy. He gets embarrassed if Yume tries to feed him in front of others, but he's not unhappy about it. o///o

Yume is just the type of person who is use to sharing in general. They share with Grim and their brothers and friends all the time, so sharing with Idia as well is just second nature that comes naturally. I also think they sneakily work with Ortho to try and get Idia to eat a bit more healthily (but not push him too hard.)

Once they notice he gets more tired after going out with them, they want to make it as easy as possible for him. So Yume starts carrying around small snacks for him and eventually even making little lunches/bentos for him? Stuff like this:

(They would probably call them 'little care packages' or something else cringe.) They know eating isn't an easy task for him so they would try to make it a fun/pleasant experience as much as they could.

ASK GAME HERE

#thanks for the ask #the other one i got has a bunch of icons so its gonna take me a hot minute #twisted wonderland #twst oc #yume ume #oc x canon #yuusona #nightlight and starshine #💀⭐

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the-fiction-witch · 7 months

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13th Circus

Media Bright Star

Character Samuel Brawne

Couple Samuel X Reader

Rating Spooky

Halloween Day 13

I sat looking out my bedroom window looking across the fields. This place had been set up overnight as I knew there hadn't been anything there when I went to bed last night. Now the field was full of little caravans and trailers, string lights caused the place to have a strange unearthly orange glow, and in the centre of it all this tall red and gold striped tent with a flag on top. The whole place just seemed too strange with this foreboding look to it. "Samuel!" Toots smiled as she ran into my room "Hey," I smiled giving her a cuddle "What's up?" "Will you take me to the autumn circus samuel? pretty please" "You really wanna go?" "Yeah!" "Alright, get your coat we'll get going" I told her,

she happily ran off, so I got my shoes and my jacket and headed downstairs where my mother met me slipping me some money for popcorn and for tickets, I thanked her and as soon as toots came down we headed out together leaving the house and heading down the dusty paths to the entrance set up for the autumn circus. I made sure to keep my little sister close as I bought our tickets and we headed in through the tall wooden gates with a dirty circus lettering above us. And we joined a group of others from town here tonight and a man in a red and black suit with a skull-topped cane. "Come one, Come all! The Fantabulous Autumn Circus" He said "Follow me through to our great show" He explained We were filed down the path with counters on each side, for toffee apples, popcorn, candy floss, ginger ale and other such items Each booth had an older man dressed as a clown with half-melting face paint many of them rather eager to speak to you almost jumping out at you so much so toots often got spooked.

As we walked around the tent we arrived at the freakshow and I made sure to put toots behind me as we walked past these tall cages that contained the freaks many of them not exactly happy to see us. "Behold our marvellous freaks," He explained The breaded woman, the frog man, the two-headed dog, the lobster Boy, the strong man, the Siamese twins. Each of them begrudgingly showed off as the ringmaster reached them. I did my best to rush us though as Toots was getting scared, but at the same time, I didn't want to be rude as they were still people.

"Now my personal favourite" The ringmaster smiled as we reached this woman in a long black robe I stopped short for a moment as freaked out and scared as I was I couldn't help but blush, she was so beautiful. For a moment I was confused as to why exactly she was even here. "Go on then," he told her tapping the metal cage she rolled her eyes unhappy putting out her cigarette she got up turned away and slipped off her robe revealing she was wearing only a small black cotton dress. And her skin was covered in tattoos many gasped at her but even so, I still thought she was beautiful. I smiled at her as she sat down and she briefly smiled at me before we continued and filled into the stands to watch the circus. I bought her some candy floss and I got some popcorn as we watched the gymnasts, animal tamers and other such circus business it was enjoyable but I couldn't help this strange feeling about the place it was nearing the end of the show the crowd applauded the clowns when I felt someone grab my hand and pull me from my seat.

I looked and saw it was the tattoed girl "Come on!" she said trying to tug my hand "what's going on?" I asked "You have to go" she says "Now the show's almost over" she says urgency in her voice I grabbed toots arm and followed this girl, we left the tent and she tugged us away towards the gate to leave but I stopped my body frozen as hundreds of blood-curdling screams erupted from the tent I quickly put my hands over Toot's ears so she wouldn't hear and get scared "You hold her" I told the girl before rushing back towards the tent "No don't!" she warns I pulled open the tent we just left and found it utterly empty, the stands empty, the stage had no performers just this unearthly light "Where… where did they go?" "We have to go!" "Where are they?" "You don't wanna know" she says "Come on" she told me helping Toots and I to the gate "Go, go home. Don't come back it's not safe" she said "What about you?" "Don't worry about me, it's too late for me" she says I didn't like leaving her but I took Toots back home she happily headed in telling our mother about all the fun she had but when I looked back to the circus and found the tent was gone.

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #sam smut #sam imagine #samuel #samuel brawne #bright star

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chaeyablood · 1 year

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I Know the World's a Broken Bone Chapter Masterlist

✨ Part 1

words: 837

It wasn't that Tartaglia was afraid of getting kidnapped or killed by the vampire. He simply did not want it to leave. He wanted to hear its lovely voice again, to be able to admire its pretty face. There was much he didn't know about. Much he didn't have time to ponder as his head felt felt like it was being filled with cotton. It became too hard to think.

✨ Part 2

words: 540

"And you were just willing to trust that I wouldn't kill you." Tartaglia laughed a bit. "I wouldn't have let you." The vampire rolled its eye. "Right." They both knew that the trance caused by the venom put the ginger in a position where he couldn't think, move, or feel. If it had wanted to kill him, there would have been nothing he could have done about it. "So what brings you back here?"

✨ Part 3

words: 767

"Do you know who I am? I could have you killed for disobeying me. If your master is so unhappy with bullets and a little vampire blood, tell them they can come pick up their little prize—in Il Dotorre's lab." He grinned as the men paled. "Now, stay put and I'll get those bullets for you. I mean it. One step forward and I'll disembowel you myself." When he was sure the men would obey him, he knelt down to the injured vampire, gently running a hand down its back in attempt to soothe it. It didn't take Tartaglia long to recover a single bullet from the vampire, who didn't move or breathe whatsoever. He'd be worried if these men weren't buffoons with silver bullets.

✨ Part 4

words: 1492

CW: mild gore, unsanitary handling of wounds

The vampire had hardly noticed the actual bullet coming out until he saw Tartaglia about to toss it in his mouth—blood and all—like a piece of candy. "Stop-!" He quickly sat up and snatched the man's wrist, immediately confiscating the bullet. "Don't you know that ingesting vampire blood would turn you?!"

Status: Unfinished

#i know the world's a broken bone fic #my post #my art #chaeya #kaeya #kaeya alberich #vampire kaeya #childe tartaglia ajax #chaeya fanfiction #writers on tumblr #chaeya nation #i really just got tired of linking multiple chapters in all of the parts so #boom! now theres one link shared between all of them bc it's easier

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themadhalewrites · 2 years

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"This One!" "No!"

Fandom: Marvel

Character/s Includes: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker and Reader

Word Count: 1213

With the rest of the team busy in meetings or missions, Bucky was left in charge of the two youngest avengers. Peter and Y/N had been deaged while on a mission a week ago and while Bruce and Tony along with all of med bay’s employees were trying to work out how to fix them, Peter and Y/N were running wild in the tower and it was Bucky’s responsibility to tame them.

“Not that Peter, you may break it,” Bucky calmly said, grabbing Tony’s helmet before turning around and finding Y/N run out of the room.

“You can’t catch me,” Y/N cheekily let out.

After an hour and hoping the two youngsters had lost energy (they hadn’t), Bucky bent down to them.

“There’s a carnival in town. Would you both like to go?” Bucky asked as softly as he could.

“With rides and food and cotton candy?” Peter let out excitedly while Y/N sat there quietly.

“Yeah. How about you go put your shoes on?” Bucky said before Peter ran off.

Grabbing Y/N’s shoes, he sat in front of her putting the sandals on, “You okay Y/N?”

“Are they loud?” she whispered.

“Sometimes but I’ll be right there with you along with Peter.” Bucky spoke grabbing her hands so she was standing, “You are brave and safe with me which you should already know, Little Firebird.”

Before leaving the tower, Bucky was tasked with securing two booster seats into the back of one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. SVUs.

On the way to the show grounds, Y/N and Peter could be heard singing along to the radio which made Bucky look in the rear view mirror and smile at the two little kids making him realize the reality of his dream to be something more than a soldier or an assassin, he wished to be a mentor or just a father figure.

Pulling into the show grounds, he let Peter out first before taking Y/N out and grabbing both of their hands as they walked to the entry gate.

“Two children and an adult please,” Bucky said, smiling at the unhappy teen working the gate.

First step through the gate, Peter was trying to pull Bucky around, “Peter we will look around first before rides.”

“But that’s no fun,” Peter huffed, “I only came for rides.”

“Well that’s too bad, we will go on the rides later. For now we look at the exhibits and food before the rides and after the rides we will get showbags,” Bucky firmly spoke.

“You’re mean.”

“Well you’re not the only child here. There’s Y/N and about a hundred other children here.”

Looking at the art displays and animals, Bucky decided that Peter and Y/N could choose one ride each.

“Which ride would you most like to go on Peter?” Bucky asked while going down to their level.

“The biggest scariest ride there is that we can get on.”

“And you Y/N?”

“I don’t know yet, sorry,” Y/N mumbled out.

Rubbing her head, Bucky responded, “It’s okay not to know.”

Walking around the rides, Y/N looked at them all before stopping in front of the teacups.

“This ride. I want to go on this one,” Y/N let out softly.

“No! I will not go on that!” Peter screamed.

“You’ll go on this ride or you won’t go on any rides at all,” Bucky sternly spoke.

Lowering his head, you could still hear Peter mumbling, “This is a stupid ride, it’s for babies. I’m not a baby.”

Paying for tickets and getting into the mad hatter painted teacup, Bucky watched as Peter’s brave exterior dissolved before going back up again once Y/N looks at him.

Softly Bucky spoke, “This ride spins and the operator,” Bucky pointed at the man at the rides gate, “He will spin us.”

“Will it go super fast?” Y/N asked.

“Not really, not as fast as Tony’s driving.” Bucky responded earning laughs from both children.

As the ride go underway, Bucky watched as Peter held on tight to the side of the teacup so Bucky just grabbed both the kids hands.

Getting off the ride Peter let out a loud, “Never again. I’m never going on the stupid ride.”

Bucky knew it wasn’t out of hatred but instead fear so he patted Peter head, “Time for your ride Pete.”

“I don’t want to go on my ride, let’s just get showbags and go.” Peter stuttered out.

“But then that’s unfair. We were choosing a ride each and if I only get to choose it is unfair on you.” Y/N let out looking sadly at Peter.

Walking up to the kid sized rollercoaster Bucky noticed a problem, each car had only two seats meaning Peter would be stuck with a stranger but a deal is a deal.

Crouching to Peter’s height, Bucky placed his hands onto Peter’s shoulders before softly speaking, “This ride only has two seats per cart so you will be sitting with a stranger okay.”

Pouting Peter looked down and sadly mumbled, “Okay Mr Barnes.”

Getting situated in the ride, Peter was forced to sit next to was a man that was probably ten years older than Bucky appearance wise that had a permanent scowl on his face.

It took Peter only a few seconds after the ride started for him to start screaming his head off which trigger the man to yell at him.

The yelling only got worse once the ride stopped and they were off it.

“Why did you even go on the ride if you knew you were going to scream the whole time.” The man yelled shaking Peter violently.

“I’m sorry sir” Peter said looking at Bucky scared hoping that he would notice which he did.

Walking over Bucky pushed Y/N into his side before placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder, “Is he bothering you Peter?” Bucky asked softly but sent the man daggers.

“A little Mr Barnes. He told me that if I was going to scream so much I shouldn’t have gone on that ride.” Peter muttered out looking at the ground.

Looking directly at the man Bucky let out angrily, “It’s a children’s ride an adult man all alone shouldn’t have been on it unless you were there to see the children on it which I hope you weren’t because then it would be a police matter. Now apologise to Peter or the Avengers will be knocking on your door with him to make you apologise.”

“Sorry Peter,” the man said before huffing off.

After the argument between the man and Peter and Bucky it was time for show bags. Along the way from one side of the event to the other Bucky could feel the slow tug on his arm of someone slowing down. Looking beside him, Peter was there excited as anything but Y/N wasn’t, she was dragging behind and she seem tired. Stopping Bucky picked her up and Y/N immediately placed her head on his shoulder.

At the show bags Peter examined each on carefully making sure he would enjoy everything and when Bucky looked at Y/N on his shoulder she was nearly asleep.

Gently Bucky asked, “Which show bag would you like Firebird?”

Mumbling sleepily Y/N responded, “Princess one please,” before dropping her head back onto his shoulder and closing her eyes.

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