#today at work i saw a bunch of little metal things that i think were supposed to be the connecting end of cables?

[today-i-am-thinking-about]

cat 5 cables

[emiqip]

apocalyptic ponyo au!! ft. shockweaves little menaces. @keferon

One week had passed since Skids saw the ocean swallow their city whole. 

It happened during one of those lazy days in the Dead End: with the cold season drawing near, few people roamed the dirty narrow alleys, more preoccupied scavenging for a place to settle down and spend the winter. He and his sort-of-not-really-adopted bunch of siblings had the luck to find an old gazebo made of sheets of rusted metal, basically a five star abode especially when your main concerns where a) not getting pissed on by the sky and b) find an actual place able to hold ten scruffy kids.

And even with nothing, life was good- or as good as it can get. Not having to fend and fight on the streets for yourself, having someone to bicker and argue with for the stupidest little things but still knowing everyone will have your back until the very end. The nights spent huddled together for warmth while Thundercracker, being the only one who knew how to read, dramatically re-enacting the scenes from a fairy-tale book and when storms so loud the walls of their shelter shook hit the city, you could pick out the soft humming of Damus, lulling the younger kids back to sleep. 

Yeah, life wasn't anywhere near perfect but it was enough.

But now...

The partially sunken landscape could suck all hope from one's soul. The once lively and bustling city was now a wet husk of rubble and toppled buildings. Abandoned vehicles and all sorts of trash floated on the surface, littering the water for miles. He was honestly impressed at how fast it all went down- them barely making it out only thanks to their shitty shelter, that served as a make-shift raft until they eventually reached a patch of dry concrete.

They've been walking for a few hours now, trudging between shallow water and debris, never daring to test their luck and trying to swim- they all got a taste of what lurked in the deepest parts during their little trip on their rackety raft and came to a general consensus to give those areas a very wide berth and not risk their lives more than they were already.

With a last distrustful look aimed at the water, he re-adjusted the heavy weight of the shotgun strapped on his right shoulder and walked away from shore, joining the others at their new alcove. 

 \\\

Finding a place to truly call their main base of operation was surprisingly easy- the mess of destroyed and eroded buildings that titanic wave left behind made for a pretty cushy place if you ignored the smell of seaweed and moist drywall. 

They were separated from the main patch of dry land and the chance of encountering any survivors was nearly slim to none- not that he was complaining or anything, less the possibility of meeting any hostile adults and being stripped of what little resources they had. From the wrecked remains of the city they managed to find quite a few useful things, but sadly not enough for ten kids. The food was especially low, the only way was fishing and catching it themselves but they had already established it as a big fat No. 

As the evening was slowly closing in, everyone was working to start their nightly routine. The oldest kids were in charge of the fire, which usually entailed watching TC read the partially wet copy of "Little Survivalist" to a very much not interested Trailbreaker and Windcharger. At the mouth of their shelter Soundwave was meticulously arranging their sleeping mats, while Skywarp sorted their blankets. Skids was chosen to stand guard today and soon after Damus would join him to keep watch on the others while they slept. 

Main while Bluestreak and the twins where- uhm. Where were they actually?

"Yo, 'Warp! Have you seen the little goblins?" Skids approached the teen, still intent in choosing the softest blanket for himself- aft. 

"Ah-what? Uhh, i think they wanted to explore the area but it wasn't my turn babysitting them so..." The other shrugged, returning to his task. 

"I swear if they come back with another mutated crab I'm going to lose it." 

"Naaw, everyone loved Bob, why do you have to be such a grump?"

"Well, if 'Bob' had the courtesy to try and not pinch me while I was slee-" 

A shrill scream broke their conversation. 

In a second all of them were at their feet or reaching for their nearest weapon as they watched the small shapes of the twins quickly getting closer. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were sprinting towards them at full speed, and when they arrived they almost toppled Skids over, while still screaming and shouting frenetically. 

Witnessing this, Damus came swiftly forward to try and assess the situation. 

"C'mon guys, deep breaths- what's going on?" The oldest tried to sooth. 

"BLUE IS DEAD! THAT THING GOT HIM AND IT'S MY FAULT" Sideswipe screeched snatching both of Damus sleeves like a lifeline. 

"Whoa- hey 'Sides-" 

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! But me and Sunny wanted to take a closer look- But turns out it was napping! And we tried to run but Blue fell and he hurt himself and that thing sNATCH HIM UP!! HE'S DEAD AND- AND IT'S MY FAULT!!"

After that the thirteen year old broke into a storm of unconsolable blubbering sobs- they all looked at each other in the eyes: 'Sides and Sunny were known for two things, being unsufferable little shits and that they never cried. Even when sad or scared they were used to put on their brave faces and endure like how they were taught. 

So a crying or upset twin meant trouble. 

Damus, understanding this quickly shifted his behavior and started barking orders to the others: he, Trailbreaker and Skids would go and find Blue the rest were to remain at the shelter and prepare in case they needed to flee as fast as possible. 

With that they braced their weapons and ran into the direction the twins came. 

\\\

He felt his heart beating in his throat as they ran towards whatever had attacked the youngest children. He couldn't help but picture small innocent Blue, laying on the shore motionless, a pool of blood beneath him- NO! Blue was okay! He had to be! And they were going to make sure of that. No one was keeping him from getting his littlest brother to safety. 

When they reached the shore, the smell of blood didn't greet them like they were all secretly dreading- but something else did. 

Something much, much worse. 

Bluestreak had always been a talkative little bugger- one of his siblings would sometimes even catch him talking to himself or inanimate objects when none of them were around. He always held conversations all by himself, jumping from topic to topic without catching a breath. 

However Blue wasn't really the type of kid to talk to strangers without getting shy and ducking behind one of the others for safety. 

Apparently, following little Blue logic- GIANT FISHMEN don't count as strangers.

"...and so I thought it would be cool, you know? but then 'Sides told me that I would get worms but I don't mind worms! They can be cute if you aren't a little baby who gets scared of everything and TC reads to me a lot so I know I won't get worms but I'm still very careful you never know..." The young boy happily ranted away as he sat snugly under the fish- man? argh! The mermaids giant flippers. 

The huge being wasn't bother at all by the little morsel chatting away at him- on the contrary, it looked fond of Blue as he let the kid talk. Skids almost pulled the trigger as he looked as the fishman slightly moved his massive head to nuzzle Blue in a show of complete affection. (if Skids strained his ears he could almost hear the soft vibrations the giant fish was producing) 

Only then, as he was giggling like mad, did Bluestreak notice them as he lifted his left hand and waved frantically at them. 

"HI GUYS!! LOOK WHO I FOUND!! SAY HI TO SIR. PANCAKE!!" 

He felt Trailbraker sagging beside him as his weapon almost slipped from his grip. 

"...what the actual fuck."

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pt.2 :P

[mrsmnsn]

Eddie my love

Hello everyone!

This is my first fic of eddie here so i really really hope you enjoy it as much as i did!

Summary: you decide to make a surprise for Eddie on his birthday by telling how much you love him!

There is no warnings just pure fluff

It was Eddie's birthday! You were so excited. It was the first time, since you started dating, you’re with him for his birthday. Eddie was never a huge fan of them. It didn't felt like a day to celebrate.

As a little kid, his dad didn't wake up super early to make him a great breakfeast with nice presents. Maybe his mom did, but it was too long ago. Insted, his dad would wake up late, not going to work , or even just forgetting about it.

But when you started dating, he felt like his world would be turned upside down! Never in his wildest dreams he would have thought that a girl like you would appear in his life and make changes like you did.

You talked and agreed that it would be ok to celebrate it. You've been planning to go out and it happen to be right on the day he have a show at the hideout. "Thats perfect. You guys can play and when you finish, we can just stay there and hang together. What do you think?" you said, playing with your rings, a thing that you would do when felling nervous. You didn't want to make him do anything he didn't wanted to. The thing was that, you had a surprise for him and were really hoping it would work.

"I think" he kissed you "It is perfect" another kiss "Just like you". You just stood there with your cheeks red and a stupid smile. He had that effect on you

*******

The day arrived and you were there, watching your man play his guitar with his friends, taking pictures in your camera that he got you as a present. You were with friends as well. As Robin and Steve were friends with Eddie you thought it would be ok, and Eddie already assumed you would bring them.

You were talking to Robin as Steve came to you with your drinks

"Here, for you and you. There you go." They were finishing their last song of the night. The small bar was filled with people tonight. It was like it was a present for him, and honestly, it was your favorite performance of his. The band were just so connected and sending a great energy for everyone that stood there, waching them.

He came to you when he finished, not looking back, to give you a great hug "Did you just saw that? Wasn't it amazing?! I think i've never seen this place so crowded before. I'm feeling like a rockstar, a real one now"

"You were amazing my love! I saw how people got excited with you" you said giving him a tight hug "And don't say that, you are a real rockstar"

He looked at your face with a growing smile on his lips "I don't know what to say i'm..." he was giggling, nervous under your loving look.

"Don't tell me i got you all shy on me" you tesed him just making him laugh more "I guess that i'm just really happy to see you here tonight. Now we can hang..." He stoped talking looking around. His eyes were stuck on stage "Why are they still up there? Did i forget a song?" He said worried with wide eyes, walking in their way, but you stoped him.

"No, silly, you didn't forget anything. You stay here and watch your surprise, ok" You said laughing at his confusion. Even being super shy of crowds, you got up on stage saying hi to the guys "Good evening everyone! I came here to give you a little extra" the people applaused you giving you courage to keep going "Well you don't know but, today is the birthday of a really special person to me, the singer and guitarrist you just saw, which is my boyfriend by the way" A bunch of people cheered you just making you laugh "Well, the thing is that i'm going to sing for you, but especially for him! It's not metal, i'm sorry, but is a beautiful love song. I hope you enjoy"

You couldn't see much, just the crowd hyping you up. The guys started to play and the slow melody started to echo on the bar.

Eddie my love, I love you so

How I've wanted for you, you'll never know

Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long

Since Eddie told you that he would play here, in his birthday, the ideia came into you head. At first, you thought that it would be too much, too corny, or maybe he would hate it. But you wanted to make that surprise. And it was also a chance to finnaly tell him, after months, that you trully loved him, and whats better then tell him through a song, right? Especially when there's his name on it!

Eddie, please, write just one line

Tell me your love is still only mine

Please, Eddie don't make me wait too long

You asked the guys if you could meet to rehearsal with you, but without telling Eddie. They agreed but it didn't took them too long to learn it and for you to sing it well. It was a little hard to lie to him though because every time he would call you, telling you he wanted to see you, you would be on your way to Gareth's house to rehearse.

You left me last September

Since that time I've been so alone

Now, all I do is wish and wait for you

Eddie, since you've been gone

People were slow dancing with their lovers or just aprecciating the song when you saw Eddie coming in front of the stage. His face were in shock. His eyes were shining more then ever, just looking up at you.

Eddie my love, I'm sinking fast

The very next day might be my last

Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long

Eddie my love, I love you so

Everyone aplauded you -Thank god i didn't sound horrible- you thought to yourself. You turned around to thank the guys and when you were about to get off the stage, you saw Eddie climbing up towards you. When he stood in froont of you, speachless, you placed your hands on his cheeks. The place was so quiet, you could hear his rappid breathing.

"So? What do you think?" You asked nervous by his silence. It took a few moments for him to respond, as if he was studing you face, every little detail. "What? What do i... You're as... How..." You just laughed at his reaction

"Happy birthday." you whispered and smiled at him, very passionate. He gave you the same smile and then gave you a kiss in front of everyone. The way his lips touched yours and his hands around your body, holding you tight , you wish he could be there forever, just kissing you like that.

He stoped the kiss, unfortunately, and put his hands on your cheeks "That was the most beautiful, meaningful, wonderfully amazing thing someone did for me in my entire life... I couldn't be more greatful and happy to have you. I love you too" at this point you were crying and hugging each other. You even forgot you weren't alone when you heard the crowd cheering you again.

You got of the stage and now Robin was showing proudly the pictures she took from you and Eddie, fighting with Steve, as always, as he said it was his idea.

"I want to know every single detail about this plan of yours missy" Eddie said to you in a way that only you could hear  "And babe, DAMN, how come i didn't know you sing like an angel? That was so beautiful"

"So beautiful that he cried" Robin said and he flipped her the bird

"Really? You cried? It wasn't supposed to make you cry" you said putting a lock of hair behind his ear

“Don't worry sweetheart, they were happy and proud tears" You gave him another kiss.

You spent the rest of your night like this,  laughing with your friends, kissing and loving Eddie as much as you could.

[adashoflavendermelancholy]

Pumpkin Spice

Doflamingo should know better than going to a coffee shop. He wouldn’t have normally, but his ‘coffee machine’ broke after spilling a coffee all over him. Now his office was in the middle of being cleaned up and he forgot where the metal coffee machine was. So he was left to go to a shop for a caffeinated beverage.

Walking into the tiny shop, he was hit with a warm nutty smell. Looking around the place seemed to lean into the idea of luxury. With dark brown leather chairs and sleek white tables. Walls in a dark charcoal gray, with dark wood accents. The accents matched the leather chairs, making the whole thing look more cohesive. The floor looked to be a recycled wood, with the variation in wood grain. It was stained to have a slightly lighter color of brown than the chairs. All in all, not a bad place. Though he would have liked more color. Like a pink flamingo on the empty wall. Yeah, that would really draw the eye to it.

Other than the fact there were a bunch of people here, it wasn’t that bad. He didn’t want to wait in line, but he also didn’t want to get back to his office yet. A line was a great reason to stay a bit longer. So he let it slide.

“Hello. What can I help you with today?” The barista said, smiling at him. Doflamingo never met a more blinding smile. The boy looked to be able 16 years old. With a small scar on his left cheek.

“Pumpkin spice latte.” Doflamingo said, trying not to look at the smile. How does someone get to be so bright?

“Pump lat! Got it.” The boy cheered.

“Huh? No- “Doflamingo said, but the boy walked away from him. He heard a sigh from behind him. Turning around, he saw the most beautiful person ever. Even with the scar across his face, Doflamingo couldn’t think of a more beautiful person.

He glared a little back at Doflamingo. Which only made him prettier. “AH! DAD!” the boy called.

“Luffy, what is that drink?” the man asked, pointing to Doflamingo's drink.

The boy looked down then up and smiled, “Pump Lat!”

“It’s supposed to be a pump spicy lat.” The man said, sounding a little like he was speaking a whole other language for a moment.

“OH! ops.” The boy turned and ran off. Making a new drink.

“Sorry about him.” The man said, crossing his arms. “I thought him getting a job would help him learn to listen more.”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll get the hang of it.” Doflamingo said, happy for the chance to talk with the beauty. It wasn’t often that he met someone as beautiful as this.

“Here you go!” Luffy said, giving the drink over.

Doflamingo waited a moment to pay. He wouldn’t have bothered waiting, but he didn’t want the boy’s father to be mad at him later. Not when he wasn’t done talking to him. The boy seemed lost at why he was still standing there. Even going as far as to tilt his head. “How much will it be?” Doflamingo asked.

“Hm oh it’s free.” Luffy said, and he wanted to tell the boy that wasn’t how things worked. But the loud sigh behind him told him that the father was already going to do that.

“Go,” the man said, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

Doflamingo looked around to see people watching. The younger ones looking at the barista. The older ones looking at the father. Things began clicking in his head. The reason that this shop was filled with people. Why they were busy even with a barista that couldn’t get your order right?

He wanted to stay too, but his phone chimed. It is his family, Pika. They finished cleaning up and now he could go back. Not that he wanted to. Well, he could come back again. Plus, it was annoying seeing all these people watching what was going to be his.

After that it was easy to show up at the cafe. Some days they had more people, other days they were just waiting for the father to show up. Doflamingo would drink his coffee using the method the boy noticed last time. Calling his drink spicy was not something he agreed with, but whatever it took to get it right.

When the father showed up again, he listened to Doflamingo order and was shocked. “You order like that now?” He asked.

Doflamingo knew this was his chance. His opening to talk with the man and was not going to let others mess it up. “I do. I have children that have their own needs, too. It helps to speak in their language. Plus, it gets me the right drink. Mr… I never got your name.”

“Crocodile. Well, I’m glad that you are getting the right drink,” Crocodile said, looking away from him.

“Nice to meet you, Crocodile. Would you like to sit and chat for a bit? Maybe this job isn’t suited for your son, but there could be others. If you tell me more, I can find a place that might suit him more.”

Crocodile looked at him with little to no trust. It wasn’t like he didn’t that people came here to see them. It was part of the reason he didn’t want Luffy closing alone. Even if one of his friends had to come pick him up. Luffy couldn’t be left here for something to happen. “What are you-“

“I have a few connections that might help, is all. You don’t have to take me up on it. But, personally, I wouldn’t mind having a barista that could get orders right the first time.”

“You think you can help?” Crocodile asked, crossing his arms.

If there was anything about Doflamingo, it was he was confident. He would find Luffy a place that he belonged easily. It wouldn’t even be hard for him to do so. “I know I can. For the price of one dinner with you.”

[psypher-17]

tw for venting

and system stuff

sorry for everyone who followed because they thought this wasn't gonna be a system vent blog

damn its just fucked up for me and I felt like I had to talk about it somewhere but I wanted someone to actually read it even if its just 3 people who stumble upon it and don't interact. writing into the void just doesn't help me at all.

so for the record I am a very dead alter. not like dormant or anything, but I have memories of dying (although faint they effect me a lot) and memories of being a zombie dude. that sort of "dread" we all have when we think of our death doesn't really occur to me, its more of a dread of doing it again, the feeling like I am living on borrowed time.

and a lot of the time this is good for me! the feeling that I get a do over (even if it feels extremely undeserved) makes me a very happy person. I get to do things I didn't get to do the first time and the feeling of "at least THAT'S over" is really nice and makes me feel like no problems I could possibly have now will ever compare. I enjoy doing new things I missed the first time, I have a whole bunch of 80's movies I love , it's really great. I also love how I look now! im not scared to go into public or be seen, I love hanging out with people (even if I do get dissociated easy in crowds)

It's really difficult and fucks with me, it's hard to feel like im alive now. for a long time when I was fronting I wouldn't eat because I wanted to feel/thought I was dead. I got over it for the most part and eat normally now but I still feel like im already dead.

another thing is how different I am from our body and every other alter. it feels like im an outsider (even though they all like me) like im a ghost possessing a dude who was a system and just kinda joined in. we have diagnosed anxiety, medicated for it and all, yet I can rarely feel it. somehow the fear receptors just don't work for me. there are times where I know I should be afraid, or anxious (because everyone else does) but it just doesnt happen. once I got so anxious that my hands were shaking but I didn't feel it at all. just felt a little exhilarated.

I also don't struggle with the same emotions they do. we used to be a sys cringe user and these guys are all obsessed with looking at it. just checking on it, seeing what they are saying, just bringing intense paranoia. I am the only one who doesn't care at all. no obsession, no anxiety, no paranoia. the worst I can feel is that dread from earlier.

I watched a movie today where there was a girl who died, but knew about it before, and had been haunted by her own ghost. sorry spoilers. its just extremely relatable to me, I am haunted by my own ghost. the ghost I once was and will be. I felt the same way when I saw the video by defunct land about the history of animatronics (go figure)

my only condolence is that this is an extremely metal problem to have

ill probably add more later idk but thanx y'all for listening to my ramble vent

[emmetverse]

Em turned the little device over in his hands.

"It's familiar, but it's definitely not going in that." He nodded to the laptop next to them. He then lifted it to the light, squinting into the connector. "This is the male, right?"

Snowball blinked. "It's... Metal?"

He laughed. "No, no. Um..." He bit his tongue as he thought. "Was this plugged into something, or was something plugged into it?"

"Oh. It was in the control panel."

Em nodded. "I'm sure I could come up with something, but I don't want to end up overloading it."

".. What would that do?"

"It might explode."

"Oh."

Em hummed in agreement. "This definitely isn't anything standard, but it's not, y'know, alien." He handed it back. "Maybe ask Threes or R-uh- Buddy before we try any of my ideas."

The older man took it with a small chuckle. "Buddy told me to ask you."

"At least he knows what he doesn't know."

"... What?"

They were interrupted by footsteps. Both turned to look at the doorway. Threes froze as they both looked over, mouth full and a half-eaten turkey sandwich in his hand. Awkwardly, he swallowed, and went to take a step back.

"Speak of the devil." Em frowned. "Is... Is the turkey still good? That was a month ago."

Threes hesitated. "We froze some of it, remember?"

"That's for Brick."

"Yeah, and then this," He gestured around with the sandwich, "Happened, and we found a ton of cat food. Humans need meat for a good diet, too."

"Well," Snowball interjected, "You just need the vitamins and stuff from it."

"Don't tell me you're vegetarian."

"Threes." Em cut them both off. He didn't have the energy for that today. He instead gestured to the strange device. "Do you have any idea what this is?"

He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to look.

"A hard drive?"

"Well, yes, but the connection."

Threes took the last bite of his sandwich and then the little thing. He raised it up, looking at the connection in the light. Then lowered it again. He looked thoughtful.

"... What is it?"

"A friend." Snowball smiled. "I found what looked like a crashed... Air-submarine? I don't know. But there was a blue ghost who talked to me, said they lived inside this box, and that I should take it in case we ever get out of here."

The man was silent. He turned it over a couple of times in his hand, ending up in the human one. He clenched and unclenched his fist around it experimentally.

"And you're trying to get this working on a laptop," He deadpanned.

Em huffed. "It was my best idea."

Threes ignored him, looking back to Snowball. "You just want to talk to this guy?"

"Only a few minutes!" His eyes widened a little. "I just want to make sure they're doing alright. It can't be nice, being trapped in there, and I want to let them know that we're closer than ever to getting out..." He shrugged. "I just don't want them to think they're alone again."

"Well, it has no power source, so they've probably just been paused." He hesitated when he saw Snowball's face. "Asleep."

Quiet once again, Threes turned his attention back to the drive. He ran a thumb over the connector. He was silent, thinking, hesitating.

"Will this get me out of helping with decorating?"

Em blinked. "Huh?"

"The weird box we found. It's a bunch of decorations and stuff."

"Oh! Uh, yeah, I guess?"

He just nodded, still watching the thing in his hands.

The others exchanged a glance.

Threes took a breath.

"I can give you a day, maximum -"

"That's great!"

"- Preferably less -"

"Wait, what?"

"- And if I throw up," He yanked open a panel on his arm with a small huff, "Blame them."

[randofics]

Saw this welding mask and had to write this.

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You were pissed. The boys had been messing with the new guy on base and had gotten bored of him. So they turned their attention to you of all people.

First, it was little things like missing bolts and screws from your cabinet where you kept spares. Next, a wrench or hammer from right next to you as you did repairs. Then, they started taking important welding equipment that you were currently using for vehicle repairs. The tip for your MIG welder or your gloves and even a whole argon gas canister somehow.

If you confronted them, they'd just play it off as them pranking you or that you just misplaced some stuff. So you took matters into your own hands. While they were out at the bar, you went into their quarters with a portable MIG welder and your gear to do a bit of magic. You clamped the node onto the metal of Ghost's desk and slid underneath. With your auto shield mask on you lined up the gun with the small space between the drawer and sliding mechanism.

With a bead that would make the welding gods weep, you welded an inch long piece sticking the drawer permanently in place. You did this to each drawer on each desk, or if they didn't have one, you welded their lockers shut. Then, just to mess with them more, you put a single tack at the bottom of their doorframe to make it hard to open. The tiny tack weld would break with enough force.

You had also bought a bunch of tiny mirror pieces to bedazzle an old mask you still occasionally used. It took a few hours of work but you finished it. Whenever someone tried to bother you while welding, they'd be blinded by the reflection of extremely bright light.

The next morning, you woke to loud banging on your door. "I'm off today. What do you want!?"

"What the hell did you do to our stuff!? Get out here!"

"I didn't do squat! Now let me sleep, please!"

"I'll break down your door if I have to! I don't care if you're dressed or not!"

"Ugh, fine, hold yer horses!" You slide out of bed and open your door coming face to face with Soap. "Follow me." You sigh and follow him to their quarters. The others have convened in Soap's room and don't look too happy, and Alejandro is trying to pry open the locker to no avail. Gaz pipes up. "What did you do!?"

You can't help the hyena like laughter that spills from your mouth at their plight. "Yall decided to mess with me and got what yall rightfully deserved is what happened!"

"Can't argue with her there boy's." Price leans against the doorframe arms crossed. "Don't think you got out of this either, Captain. Just because you weren't involved in the main thing dont mean you weren't involved at all. You turned a blind eye to the whole thing, so you got your door tacked shut."

"You're right. I should've stopped them."

"Darn right, you should've! Some of that equipment was bought with my own money, and if any of you broke something, you were gonna pay even more dearly than this!"

Your face said it all. Sure, they had only meant for these to be harmless pranks, but evidently, your equipment was off limits. No matter how hilarious messing with them had been, you were still ticked off, and you had one punishment left for them. With a mad hatter grin, you broke the news to them.

"I'm not gonna grind all these welds down for ya. Also, I've taken all the grinders from the shop along with the discs so all of you are gonna be using files instead. You pulled a bunch of metal files from your back pockets and set them on the table. "Good luck to ya boys!" With that, you left hearing the groans and complaints as you returned to your quarters.

"Oh, come on!" Soap threw his arms in the air like a toddler having a tantrum. Alejandro had stopped pulling on the locker door. "At least she gave us the files."

Once you were in your room, you doubled over laughing. It would take them a few hours to file down all those welds enough to open the drawers and lockers. Price just had to knock the tack off with a strong hammer swing. You had facetimed your mother and father as you finished up the welds that night, and your father had been laughing just as hard as you were.

Also, the bedazzled shield would be put to use as soon as you were back to work. You'd be blinding people in no time.

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The boys were spent. Their arms and hands hurt, and they had metal shavings all over their uniforms. They wouldn't make the mistake of messing with you again or at least not for a while.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #457

I fixed my little tea nest today! Check it out!

I promptly used it to brew some of the new tea! Today, I tried the crème brûlée tea! And I gotta say, the tea nest works beautifully after my slight modifications!

Even got the swirls after the fact!

I got another one, too, but... for some reason, you'll have to actually click the link; it seems like it's refusing to load here.

I went to physical therapy afterwards. And I saw K. And... he seemed just as peppy and upbeat as ever, somehow, despite the fact that one of his lower legs is now held together by a metal rod and five screws.

...There's nothing inherently wrong with that. It's just... I knew others with similar predicaments; one of my stepfathers (now deceased) had his leg crushed by a train when he was in the army, and it needed to be put back together with metal rods and screws. It pained him often, especially when atmospheric pressure was low. I know that rods and screws are better than the alternative of leaving it broken or chopping it off, but... ideally, one shouldn't have to endure going through that kind of reconstruction in the first place, and I wish it hadn't happened to K.

It was wonderful to see him again though, and he said that he's recovering as well as can be expected, all things considered. For a moment, I was almost overcome with relief, but... I simply handed him the gift bag I had prepared, and... that seemed to work to stop my eyes from leaking, somehow.

Thanks be to my friend in this space for their wonderful suggestion.

K was excited to hear about the trigger point injections in my leg, and how it seems to have helped. I got some exercises aimed at strengthening my leg, and at strengthening one of the muscles responsible for moving my scapula around; I forget what it's called.

Well. I decided that my adventures up until that point called for some epic snacks, and I've been craving some kind of cronchy potato – a more robust crunch than a French fry or a potato chip, but with a soft center. So I went to the place that makes the best tater tots I know of:

...I got a chopped cheese to go with 'em, too!!

...They were both pretty freaking awesome.

Hey, Sephiroth... when you decide that an occasion calls for an extra-special snack... what do you like besides pumpkin soup...? I wonder...

My quest to finish Hades continued after I got back home. I'm on Heat 9 now, and I've made it to the end over 30 times in a row. I've only got a few things left to finish up, and then I'll be able to move on to something else.

...I'm looking forward to it.

J asked me on a walk once evening rolled around; I figured it'd be good for the leg, and it's always nice to spend time with him. We saw a great big bird of prey three different times! I got a bunch of pictures for ya, though I only managed to get like two pictures of one of the birds of prey.

Once again, I thought the sky looked a lot like you today, especially in the two following the first image; if I didn't know better, I'd like to think you're watching kindly over me from somewheres, haha...

…

My focus has been pretty scattered all day for reasons I don't quite understand. Though I know all these things happened, it's... a little difficult to string it all together for some reason. It's almost as though I've got one foot here, and one foot in the aether somewhere. Kinda bizarre.

...But... that might just be the result of it being 1:11am; I should probably just go to bed.

I... I hope you could enjoy any of today's pictures. Though... I wish you were here to actually experience some of this with me. Some of those pictures of the sky would have been a million times better with a higher vantage point, and... I wished I could simply hand my phone off to you, knowing you'd go up and snap an amazing picture, and then return to me triumphant, with a big ol' excited grin all over your face and your eyes sparkling with joy. And then me and M and J would tell you all about how beautiful it is and all about how glad we are that you're here and how glad we are that you're yourself. And then we'd go get tater tots or pumpkin soup or something...

...Silly, I know. Haha... But... maybe sometimes a little silly is good medicine.

Hey, Sephiroth...? Will you make good choices out there so that someday, you can do stuff like what I've described with other people who love you? I know my planet is way too far away for you to ever get to; it'd be like Atreyu from Fantastica trying to get to Earth, where Bastion lives (you should definitely read that story; I think you'd love it). But... you can find lots of people who would love you, I'm sure. I'm sure of it, because you're wonderful.

I love you. I'll write again soon – perhaps a bit more coherently next time.

Your friend, Lumine

[teal-sword]

Xiao x reader

Tw: Guns, blood, being watched, kidnapping (tell me if I missed anything)

Please, please, help me

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God he was beautiful you could never seem to ever get the courage to talk to him no matter how much your co-worker hypes you up to say a simple hi or an subtle flirt you just couldn't.. that was until tonight you were on the closing shift and she had gotten the permission to have a half day for an doctor's appointment she won't tell you why but you feel like if she won't tell you it's embarrassing or disgusting either way you won't push it.

You called out a name and put the coffee down on the counter the person thanked you quickly and left the coffee shop it's quiet now, peaceful, you could say it was just you behind the counter and him... As always he's cool, calm and just plain down handsome, majestic you could say ok today's the day your going to walk up to him say hi while he's working and start a conversation wait he's walking up to the counter oh god.. oh no the last thing was a lie lord if you exist make him turn the other way

"Hello? Are you feeling good?" He called out snapping you out of it

He's close very close basically leaning a bit on the counter if it wasn't for the counter you two could basically kiss.. stop Y/n!

"Sorry I was just spacing out I'm good," you put a hand on your heart "Do you need anything?" You ask nervously your other hand fidgeting with your apron

His face turned from blank to annoyed 'How amusing' Xiao thought to himself

"I'm just going to pay for my drink and food" he holds out a card for you to take

Okay Y/n you may have not made the first convo but your going to carry it

You hold his hand that held the card and pushed it away lightly to him

"Don't worry it's free to think of it as sorry for not listening" you say to him, he secures his bag that was leaning on his shoulder

"thank you" he puts the card back in his wallet

"I'm Xiao, Adepts Xiao" I know! I've been crushing on you for weeks!

"I'm Y/n" you smile nervously he gives a little smile back

"Call me I'll be here when you call" he hands you a note and walks out the door holding the hand you held so delicately

You look at the note and open it

Call me XXX-XXX-XX

It was simple and straight to the point but god it made you blush redder than a rose and heart pound as fast if a gun pointed directly at it

You slipped it into your pocket and walked out of the counter and started cleaning

You made sure everything was clean from the chairs being at a table and the tables not having anything on top of them that shouldn't be there

Hanging up your apron and turning off the lights you walked outside locking the glass doors and reaching up to pull down the metal thingy and locked it you pocketed the key knowing you had the opening shift tomorrow anyway and started walking home

During your walk it felt more disturbing than usual sure walking home alone at night is generally not the best but it feels like your being watched

You look back and see no one but you take out your phone out of your bag and keep it in your pocket keeping your hand on the on button ready to press a bunch to trigger the 911 message and call incase there was someone and you walked home but you heard footsteps behind you then a whooshing sound you look back hurriedly to catch something else but only a stray cat grooming itself on a bench you sigh out of relief and walk to it

"you must be what I thought was watching me" you chuckle half heartily to yourself and let the cat it purrs and rubs itself on your hand before it stands up and leaves you laugh to yourself and continue your walk

When you reach your apartment you walk into it and drop your bag and kick off your shoes as soon as you passed the doorway

Walking into the living room you froze at the sight walking closer you saw on your nice white wall was stained with red it was too weird.. no way to explain this but this was blood form all your school projects you would have known if it was paint but some parts are turning brown from drying out while some are still a vibrant red

What was written disturbed you more than the fact this was blood in messy yet steady handwriting in bold

We finally talked :)

Never thought an emoticon could scare you so much it's eyes brown from drying but the rest it fresh

"oh god"

You take out your phone ready to call 911 but a a noise stopped you

You look at the hallway beside your small kitchen that exact hallway leads to the bathroom, an extra room and.. your bedroom

Oh god they're still here

You walk slowly to the kitchen and grab a knife from the kitchen using it as a self defense weapon

Your mistake is that you left your phone by the sink causing it to fall in the sink in a basin of water with 2 plates and a fork and spoon causing it to break now it's useless

First the bathroom the door creeks when opened but no noise like from earlier came you explored he inside everything was in place your toothbrush, the towel.. huh the laundry is gone and the washing machine had clean laundry

You left the bathroom "I didn't do my laundry before I left? I was late so I got ready and couldn't do my usual load... " you whispered to yourself and walked to your bedroom

You thought to yourself 'Your extra room was filled with shit so even if someone was in there it would fall on them not make small not that hearable sounds' you staggered before just ripping the theoretical bandaid and opened the door gluing your eyes shut waiting for someone to hit you

But there was nothing you opened you right then the left eye to see everything in it's place

Weird..

You put the knife on your desk and lay down on the bed

The window is open

"That was weird"

You feel it again like someone is watching you standing up from the bed you turn your back on the window and face the door

A hand touched your shoulder and another covered you mouth

You stopped in your tracks

BANG!

You feel to your knees in pain your.. your leg

BANG!

Your shoulder

the hot tip of the gun burns you when it touches your stomach

The gunshots were too loud you can't hear properly you felt awful drowsy

And then you passed out

___

You woke up in pain on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room in pain you sat up and looked at the door not too far from the bed.

I bet you already know who did this (⁠◡⁠ ᴗ)

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2023 Day 15: Makes and Models

Summary: Yancy’s getting bigger, stronger. But he’s not strong enough for everything yet.

A/N: It’s 3rd Sunday. You know what that means . . . Yancy angst.

Prompt: Strong

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

It was a calm but otherwise quiet Sunday. Dark didn’t like them being in the warehouse all week. He barely let them work at the warehouse, they could loiter around in his office but that was it.

But Illinois didn’t like being in Dark’s offices all day, even his larger warehouse office. Maybe he’d go later in the day to bother Patton and Arthur but for now he was wandering around the Manor. Sometimes even getting himself lost.

When Illinois opened a door it was into the garage which wasn’t the weirdest thing. He was supposed to be going into the attic, not the ground floor. But he’d been spat out in weirder places than this.

Yancy was in the garage, working on one of the cars in the garage. The garage doors were pulled open. An old Chrysler Windsor that Dark just let Yancy tinker around with because it sure wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hey,” Illinois called out and Yancy stuck his head out a window.

“Oh, hey, Ills.” Yancy smiled at him. Grease on his face and hands. “What’s up?”

Illinois shrugged. “Oh, nothing, was just bored and wandering around. How’s the car coming along?”

“It’s fine, still learning.” Yancy was climbing out of the car through the window with a large piece of metal. He’d recently started another growth spurt but wasn’t taller than Illinois and he certainly was nowhere near Arthur already was. Even if all three of them hadn’t stopped growing yet. “I’ll get it eventually.”

“Definitely,” Illinois said, admiring the mess of a car.

They were quiet for a little bit as Illinois watched Yancy and Yancy went off to try and scrub his hands clean. Illinois looked out at the mess of parts and how Illinois couldn’t lift half of this stuff.

Then. “I’m gonna try and convince Appa to get me a motorcycle.”

Yancy looked back at him. “Today.”

“No,” Illinois said. “After the fight to get into the Network I need to work up to it. Really seed out that I want one and gauge his reaction to it.”

“Yeah, well good luck,” Yancy scoffed.

Illinois spent some time with Yancy in the garage. Yancy grabbed and organized a bunch of his tools and scrap. Illinois only helped a little bit and tried not to feel bad that a fifteen-year-old was stronger than him. They were just talking about random stuff and then they decided to take a walk in the woods.

It was nice for a while, walking in what most people thought was a hell scape of twisting woods that only soon-to-be-dead people, and the Warfstache-Doom walked. For the Lost Ones the haunted, cursed woods just spat them back out to the Manor. All they had to do was decide if they wanted snacks or to keep doing their walk.

They talked about random things like what was going on in the Network, how Patton and Arthur were doing, and anything that came into their mind.

When the Manor was in sight again, they paused.

“You wanna keep walking or you good?” Illinois asked.

Yancy just looked at the Manor, thinking about something. And then he just kept staring at it.

Illinois let it go for a minute, enjoying the peace for a bit. But after a while he spoke up. “Hey, Yance, you okay?”

Yancy startled a little, “Huh, oh sorry.”

“You want me to call Appa?” Illinois asked.

“No, I’m good,” Yancy said.

Illinois felt like he should pry, but Yancy never had so he didn’t. He would forget before he realized he would regret not asking when he had the chance.

They went inside and Yancy went up to his room to grab something and on his desk he saw a childhood drawing he had done when he was little and Dark had placed it in a simple wooden frame for him. A crude nine-year-old’s drawing of Yancy with his parents.

The older he got, the harder it was to remember them and Yancy hated that. But anytime he made a thought to remind Dark about finding them he would forget by the time he got Dark’s attention.

And that never sat right with Yancy. He didn’t know why it happened and he hated it. But neither he nor Dark had any answer for why it was happening.

Maybe he would, maybe he’d be strong enough to break whatever was happening to him.

Maybe.

[trblsvt]

Hi, idk if you're taking requests (feel free to ignore me if you aren't) but I was thinking about something today

I'm working on a thesis paper for my degree, and I've really been struggling the past couple days. How do you think the members of svt would help when you are struggling to focus on an assignment?

Who would be keeping you stocked on snacks and making sure you stay hydrated? Who would be helping you find research to support your paper? Would someone suggest you take breaks when struggling? Is there anyone who would just try to stay out of the way to avoid being an additional distraction?

thank you for sending this in, this is actually so cute!

pairing | ot13 x fem!reader genre | fluff; college!au warnings | mentions of just studying a lot (if that's even a warning) summary | short scenarios of seventeen members taking care of their s/o when it's peak studying time min | lowercase intended. i actually think i can come up with ideas for all thirteen members

choi seungcheol

you were just so stubborn. "she couldn't possibly study the whole day away," seungcheol grumbled to himself, but he knew you indeed could. lucky for you, he wasn't going to let you do that. he would make you go out for a bit.

he frowned when he saw you hunched over one of your textbooks. "hey," he mumbled approaching you slowly. he stood behind you, hands on your shoulders, and he peered at your computer screen. some sort of coding language he wouldn't even try to engage with. "want to take a break?" he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"i can't," he practically heard the frown in your voice, not to mention the exhaustion.

"you can," he said, fingers tracing shapes on your arms. "come on, come lie down with me. just for a little bit. i promise you can go back to your work after you come here." you looked at your screen and back to where he stood behind you. you glanced at your screen one last time and got up. "fine, just for a little bit," you grumbled.

"that's my girl," he smiled, pulling you down onto the bed and wrapping you up into his arms. maybe it wasn't going outside or anything like that, but nothing beat having you in his arms. soon enough, you dozed off and your school work had to wait a bit longer.

yoon jeonghan

jeonghan was the distraction you didn't know you needed. "___, come take a look at my new lego set," he called from the living room. you sighed and rubbed your eyes. "i can't, han. i've got to finish this presentation today," you said. he frowned. you were working too hard for the past few hours. he looked at his completed lego set and determined it was small enough for him to pick and up and bring it to you. he shuffled his way to your bedroom where you were working and held out his construction. "look, it's so cute, right?" he smiled. you looked up, and you couldn't help but melt a little. he looked so proud of his little set. "yes, it is very cute, jeonghan. nice job," you smiled.

"well, i have another one i have to build, and i need you to help me," he grinned and grabbed your hand. when you went out into the living room, there were about three other sets ready to be constructed. "now, which one do you want to do?" he asked, squeezing your hand.

"i want to do the flower one," you pointed.

"i was thinking the same thing." maybe a lego break would do you some good.

hong joshua

he would always ask you if you wanted to go out and do something. constantly. every hour. "___, want to go out to the art festival today?" he asked. "they have a bunch of global artists there to show case their art. i'll buy you something you like it."

"josh, i would love to, but these slides aren't get studied by themselves.

"i saw some of the artists on instagram, and they have some really great jewelry. it would look so beautiful on you."

damn him. he knew you were a sucker for handmade jewelry. he came up behind you and draped himself over your shoulders. his cheek brushing yours, and you could feel the cool metal of his earrings against your head. "come on, just for an hour or two," he pleaded. "don't i get to treat my girl once and a while?" you couldn't disagree with that. "then come on, let me treat you. plus, you're already so smart, no need to read these slides again." you sighed, relaxing in his hold.

"there was this gorgeous necklace i saw, would look so good on you," he continued, and he would until he got to clasp that necklace around your neck.

wen junhui

"eat," he said, shoving a bowl of noodles under your face. you stared at him. "i just ate," you shrugged.

"lies. eat."

"you're calling me a liar, wen junhui?"

"yes."

the two of you exchanged stares until you picked up the bowl and ate a bite. he looked satisfied, but he still didn't leave. he actually pulled a chair next to you and crossed his arms, still watching you intently. "what are you doing?" you asked.

"i'm not leaving until you finish eating that entire bowl," he shrugged. you gaped at him. no way. he seriously wasn't going to sit there and watch you eat, was he? jun was like this about food. he always made sure you were eating, no matter what. you couldn't exactly say no when his cooking was so good either. but this, was crazy. "no," you shook your head.

"yes," he nodded. "now tell me about that classmate who has been bugging you."

kwon soonyoung

he was a touchy person. he knew that. you knew that. so when he couldn't be close to you, he got antsy. he got especially antsy when he could easily be with you, but also couldn't because you were preoccupied with something else. today was an instance of that. you were watching some lecture and taking notes. you were clearly busy and preoccupied, but all he wanted was to be close to you. "___," he whined from his place on the couch. "soonyoung," you responded.

"___." he didn't know what to say. he wanted to be close to you. he wanted you in his arms, but that wouldn't be practical with you taking notes. "come here, soonyoung," you called. you knew what was wrong. he was being all clingy again, so you had to indulge him even if you were busy.

he happily popped up off the couch and made his way over to the table. he took his seat next to you. "are you done?" he asked. you shook your head. oh, well then why did you want him over here if you weren't done? "give me your hand," you said, extending your unoccupied hand to him. he did without asking, and he felt better when your fingers clasped against his. "better?" you asked. he nodded. "good, now once i finish, you'll get all the attention you want," you promised.

jeon wonwoo

wonwoo didn't like to disturb you when you were studying. he knew how distracting it could be, so if you were studying he would just come over read a book until you were done. today was different though. he saw how in the past twenty minutes you hadn't even flipped the page. he stared, debating about whether he should ask you about it. your head was in your hands, obviously staring at the page in front of you. "___?" he called out quietly. "are you okay?" he heard you huff, but you didn't say anything. after a couple seconds he saw you shake your head. "aw, baby, come here," he cooed, bookmarking his book.

you sighed and grabbed the text book you were supposed to be reading. "i don't know, i'm reading the words, but nothing's processing and i have to read these pages by thursday," you complained. wonwoo took the book from your hands and let you curl up next to him. "would you like to sleep some? maybe that'll help you later," he suggested.

"i have to read these pages now, wonwoo," you sighed.

"here, i'll read the pages to you then. it'll be like a podcast." you told him the pages, and he pulled up a blanket to cover the both of you. he began reading out loud, and soon enough he noticed you had been lulled into sleep. (you would never admit it to his face, but his voice was just so calming, how could you not fall asleep listening to it?)

lee jihoon

"when's the last time you had water?" he frowned. you looked around your desk. you wanted to say you had something to drink recently, but that would be such a lie. you had no clue the last time you drank anything. time seemingly slipped away. "i don't know, recently. i must've left my glass out there last time i was out," you shrugged. he shook his head. you were just like him in this way. you would always nag him about his hydration and he would blow you off. you would question why he was looking out for you so much and he would do the same. "if that's true, then that means that was about three hours ago," he crossed his arms.

"keeping close tabs on me i see," you said scrolling through the pdf on your computer.

"get up, you're getting water. you need to stretch your legs too."

"are you ordering me around?"

"yes, it's for your own good. you're withering away like a dehydrated plant," he said simply squeezing your shoulder. he was right. the longer he talked about water, the parched feeling in your throat grew. fine. he was right. you needed to get some water.

lee seokmin

"just take a nap! it'll be good for you!" he nagged. you practically hissed at him. "see! this is what i'm saying. don't be so stubborn, come on," he begged.

"seokmin, i can't! i have an exam tomorrow!" you exclaimed. you desperately needed a break, but this exam was life or death for your grade. "come on, you're not going to learn anything new at this point! you'll do great!" he insisted. he was probably right, there wasn't much you could do at this point. you knew what you knew. you hated admitting he was right in these situations. somehow he had learned your study habits better than yourself. "what will you give me if i take a nap?" you shot back suddenly. his eyebrows scrunched up, confused. "give you?" he repeated. "i don't know, a kiss." you pouted. a kiss didn't sound half bad right now. "come on, just sleep a little. have some faith in yourself," he begged.

"get me ice cream and we can talk about this nap thing," you countered.

"anything! i'll do anything for you to rest! just please, rest."

kim mingyu

"this is really boring," mingyu complained.

"i agree," you groaned.

"then let's go do something!"

"mingyu, please, just sit down for a little bit longer." mingyu had this thing if he sat too long watching you do something, that excluded him, he would get antsy. he wanted to do everything with you, but because he had zero knowledge about your studies, it was hard to keep up. you could sense his movement behind you. you needed to find a way to distract him from distracting you, just for another hour or so. "gyu," you called.

"yes," he perked up.

"did you go through those pictures i picked up yesterday?"

"no..."

"how about you go through those, and i promise once you're done i will be done too. just sort through them. they're super cute, it'll totally take up a lot of time." he huffed. he knew what you were doing. you were distracting him. but he did want to see the photos. you insisted the two of you use a disposable camera for your recent vacation, and he agreed. he wanted to see how the aesthetic turned out. "you promise you'll be done?" he asked, getting up.

"yes."

"okay, i'll look through them." when he left, he realized you were right about a couple things. one, the pictures looked gorgeous. two, flipping through the photos took up a lot of his time, and soon enough you were done.

xu minghao

minghao didn't really want to disturb you, so he didn't. he knew you were capable, so he didn't feel the need to nag you so much about breaks or food. of course he would cut an extra serving of fruit for you and leave it at the edge of your desk.

today was no different. you were at your desk typing away and he stopped by and left a plate of fruit on a pile of books. "hao?" you called out before he could leave. he hummed, acknowledging you. "can i ask you a huge favor?" you hesitated. he knew you never asked him for much, so he wondered what this could be about? "could you possibly copy down the vocab for this set of notes?" you asked. when he didn't respond immediately, you got worried. it was a crazy request, why would you drag your amazing boyfriend down with organic chemistry vocabulary? "actually, don't mind me. that's a stupid thing for me to ask. don't worry about it, i'll get to it later," you rushed, waving your hand at him.

"are you saying if i copy down these terms, you'll be done faster and we can watch that movie we've been planning on watching?" he asked, smirking.

"yes, hypothetically."

"hand over the note cards, i've been dying to watch to watch that movie."

boo seungkwan

"you have enough food, right?" he asked, peaking his head through the door.

"yes," you responded.

he nodded and went back out to the living room.

"water? you're hydrated, right?" he asked, not even two minutes later.

"yes," you sighed. "seungkwan, babe, i'm fed and hydrated. i just need to focus on this for one second. i'm okay, i promise." he looked at you and looked at your half empty water glass. "okay, i'll just fill this up real quick! then i can sit in here!"

seungkwan was a bit of a worrier. he always had been. from the first date, he asked you about ten different times if you were cold within the first five minutes. he constantly made sure you were eating enough food and drinking enough water. "you know, i think you should get a snack. i know it hasn't been long since lunch, but all this thinking is burning up all your energy," he said, as he entered the room again with a full glass of water. you learned to accept seungkwan's caring actions, it was the way he said "i love you." and as much as you wanted your alone time to study, you could never say no to him. plus, at this point you think he's your lucky charm.

choi vernon

"this is what i found," vernon said, tossing some books and papers onto your bed. you turned around in your chair and stared at the hardcover books an a couple packets of notes on your bed. "what is this?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

"this is analysis of journalism throughout the 1960s, right?" he asked.

"yes, i don't understand how that's relevant."

"well, these books are written biographies about promient figures of the 60s, these are research papers about media bias from 1900 to 2000, and these-" he rambled, shuffling through the papers.

only then you realized that vernon had taken it upon himself to find you extra material to include in your analysis. you got up from your place at your desk and wrapped your arms around vernon, who was still talking about the material he gathered for you. "woah, okay, hi," he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. you pushed him down on the bed and there you were, together. "what's this for?" he whispered. "did i get the wrong information?"

"no, you got it just right," you murmured. how could someone be as perfect as him?

lee chan

he was so proud of you. you were such a hard worker, but he couldn't physically bring himself to sit in the room and watch you type away on your computer for another minute. plus, he felt a bit awkward too, just sitting there watching your eyes dart across your screen. so usually when you studied, he left the house for a while or just stayed away from wherever you were studying.

if he went out he made sure to pick up some food to celebrate after you finished studying for the night. he remembered the first time he did it. "i got you food, so we can celebrate!" he exclaimed. you stared at him like he was crazy. "i haven't even finished studying yet," you had crossed your arms.

"yeah, i know! but progress is progress! you worked hard. we need to celebrate," he shrugged waving you over. the tradition continued.

he came home with two bags of takeout with all your favorite things. he started to unpack all the food onto the table when you shuffled out of your room. "mmm that smells amazing, thank you so much, chan," you hummed, kissing chan on the cheek.

"anything for my hard worker, let's eat," he smiled.

min | haha this so cute, thank you anon for sending this in :) of course feedback is appreciated! also not proofread at the moment! tagging: @a-wandering-stay

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[buckyalpine]

Sprinkle

18+ minors dni Bucky x f reader

@cadencejames87 this was adorable, I love shy Bucky, that bb deserves to be protected forever, FOREVER (pic of the whole request posted below💕)

Warnings: FLUFF, Implied smut Word count: 2.6k

You ran down the hall, your arms full of documents you had to print out with information about the team’s latest mission. You’d only been working at the compound for a few months and in all honesty, it wasn’t as stressful as one would expect. You spent most of the day quietly keeping things in order behind the scenes, rarely seeing any of the avengers. Not that it mattered. Maybe it mattered just a little. There was one that you wouldn’t mind seeing more of. Handsome. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Blue eyes. Pink lips. Brunette. Sharp nose. Metal arm. Metal arm.….Dear God, focus y/n.

You laid out the papers in the conference room, restocked the cups for the coffee machine, and set out some snacks. Today you opted for sprinkle donuts, deciding the team could use a drop of happiness in their day instead of the boring bran muffins the previous intern always left. You did a quick once over of the room, making sure everything was in place before the team walked in.

Your heart stopped working as you saw him in his all black outfit, your absolute favourite. You quietly slipped out of the room, your heart racing; the heat on your cheeks could have warmed frozen waffles. He was so fucking handsome. You went about the rest of your day, happily floating on cloud nine; it was rare you got to see him in person. Could you just go up and talk to him? Of course. Did you have the courage of a chicken nugget? Also of course. Happily admiring from afar would have to do…for now.

*****

“These are so cute!” Nat giggled, popping some of the sprinkles that fell off the donut, into her mouth. The donuts definitely made all the difference; most of the meeting went by with everyone giggling at sprinkles that clung to their lips.

“Mhm, that would be y/n’s doing” Tony chuckled, taking an extra donut for Morgan. Bucky smiled at the colourful little sugary confection; he never had a sprinkle donut before and it was delicious. And sweet. And soft. And bright. And bubbly. And adorable. And beautiful. With a cute smile. And so thoughtful. And he was no longer thinking about the donut, for fucks sakes Barnes. Bucky shook his head, trying to focus the meeting again but his mind was still distracted by…something…

Sprinkles.

*****

You shuffled through your closet, deciding to slip on your new dress (it was not a coincidence at all, that it was Bucky’s favourite color). It wasn’t something you’d usually wear to work but was a special day. His special day. You paired it off with your black boots that had tiny gold zippers, touching up your makeup before making your way to the office. With your heart heating out of your chest. Because it was his birthday today. And you had a plan in mind.

As the intern, you always made note of everyone’s birthday’s, sending out reminders for the rest of the team, arranging for catering and organizing the events for them. You never actually had to get anything for them.  But Bucky was different. You knew just about everything there was to know about the team; parties were not really Bucky’s thing. He wasn’t big on extravagant gifts. Most of the time he walked around looking like he just needed a hug. Bucky deserved more than that.  

You bought a large gift basket, hand picking items you knew he loved. You had his favourite tea and coffee, a box of candies that came from a store that packaged their sweets the same way from the 40’s, new leather gloves (with a note: if you ever need to feel safe; but you never have to hide), a few records of old music he listened to and a bunch of other little items that you hoped he’d enjoy.

You make it to the compound, waddling down the hall way carrying the gift box nearly the size of you. You went to the common room, pausing when you saw him talking to Sam and Steve. That wasn’t part of the plan but fuck it. You took a deep breath, marching right to him, wordlessly handing him the basket before turning away.

Bucky’s cheeks were dusted pink as he held the gift, his mouth opening and closing, words refusing to come out, what the fuck Barnes, say something. The three men stared at you, blinking, mouths gaping as you rounded the corner, disappearing out of their sight.You looked gorgeous. You always looked gorgeous but today was something else, Bucky’s eyes never left you, the colour of the dress complimenting you skin beautifully. Your boots made your hips sway as you walked.

“You’re blushing like a school girl” Sam snorted, looking at Bucky with a shit eating grin plastered on his face, “Just missing a little daisy crown and little pig tails-Ow!”

Bucky flicked Sam’s ear before setting down the giant box, carefully trying to inspect its contents without opening it in front of his best friend and best pain in the ass, though it was already probably too late. His not so secret crush was out in the open and he clearly didn’t hide it well.

“So this is why you keep taking so long to come back to our floor, I was wondering why you spent so much time wandering around that section of the tower” Steve wiggled his eyebrows, his smile growing wider as he remembered more. “WAIT- this is why he started getting coffee from the little French bakery y/n goes to!!”Both Sam and Steve cackled and clapped their hands madly, piecing together every single time Bucky had tried to slyly “run into you”.

Bucky’s heart raced as he contemplated the 101 ideas that were bouncing in his head. He should go after you. Or not. Yes he should. No. You were so fucking pretty. Bucky no. Wait, he didn’t even say thank you. Where were his manners, his ma would have served him on a platter.

He ignored Sam and Steve as they continued to snicker, running after you and jumping in the elevator just before it could close. You felt your heart in your mouth, the both of you standing in the elevator as the door closed. You nervously bit your lip, seeing him holding the large box in his arms, this was not part of the plan. Nope. Nope. No.

“Hi” You squeaked, eyes growing wide, you didn’t anticipate having to actually say anything to him but seriously, who the hell does that. You could have said happy birthday…happy birthday Bucky…you gorgeous, sexy, beefy, so hot you should fuck me sideways super soldier, I think you’re beautifu- nope. Never mind, this is why you didn’t speak.

“Hi” Bucky looked down at you, a shy smile playing on his face “Didn’t you want to see me open it?”

You jumped as the elevator dinged, coming to a stop on Bucky’s floor. Bucky looked to you, grinning when you nodded, his heart racing as you followed him to his room. He opened the door, setting the large box down, unable to control the smile that nearly made his cheeks hurt. It could a have been an empty box and the fact that it came from you would have still been the best gift he’d ever received.

You nervously fidgeted as he tore the paper away, lifting the lid, what if it was too much, what if he wouldn’t like it, what if-

Bucky gasped, stepping back as tons of little brightly coloured balloons flew out of the box, a little note on top of your care package that read

A Box of Sunshine to Brighten your Day

Bucky wordlessly stared at you, his expression unreadable. You bit your lip, worrying you’d over stepped; you were about to apologize when Bucky began speaking.

“Y-you did this all for me?” Bucky whispered, looking down at the little note and back to you. “This means a lot, really. It meant a lot. I- uh, you should come to Stark’s party tonight” He looked at you hopefully, his bright baby blue eyes sparkling. “It’d definitely make it worthwhile for me to go if…if you came?”

You smiled at your feet, feeling your entire body heat up; pinching your skin a little to be sure this wasn’t all a dream.

“I’d love to go but isn’t it your party? I wouldn’t want to impose-

“Every party is a Stark party” Bucky snorted, “But you’re right. And that means I can decide who I want there. I’d really like for you to come..Sprinkle”

*****

“You look fine punk” Steve cocked an eyebrow, watching Bucky nervously fidget with his shirt, a hand running over his beard, the blush of his cheeks growing stronger. “I’m sure your little sprinkle would agree”

“It’s not like that” Bucky groaned, regretting letting the name he had for you slip out in a conversation. You were a sweet heart, but that was just who you were. You were a little drop of sunshine for everyone. Just because you got him the perfect gift with every little detail perfect, right down to his favourite brand of gloves meant nothing special. You would have done that for anyone. Not that you did before but…

“Uh huh, so you changed into ten different shirts for no reason? This coming from the guy who hasn’t enjoyed parties in the past 80 years” Steve gave his friend a pointed look, chuckling when Bucky refused to make eye contact.

“Shut up” Bucky mumbled, poorly hiding his little smirk as they both made their way downstairs.

*****

You fixed your hair for the 8th time, triple checking your dress in the mirror before slipping your heels on. You were excited as hell but also nervous… Bucky had invited you to his party. The very Bucky Barnes. You’d organized hundreds of these parties but you never went to them. This would be the first one. You giggled to yourself, thinking about the puppy like wonder Bucky had on his face when the balloons flew out of the box. The way his face flushed asking you to come. The way he called you sprinkle.

Calm down y/n.

He was just being nice, he’d always been such a gentleman. You decided not to read into anything, failing to keep the little smile off your face, fuck he was adorable.

*****

Bucky sat on a lounge chair, sipping on his whiskey, his heart stopping as he saw you shyly making your way towards him. You were in another perfect dress, the material wrapping around your body perfectly, another thing he’d love to unwrap- stop. Bad Bucky.  

“Happy Birthday Soldier” You whispered your eyes unable to move from his handsome form. He was already gorgeous on a regular day but now? His eyes gazing at you, his tongue daring out to lick his bottom lip, those lips…so..soft…stop. His legs were slightly spread apart and what you would do to curl up right on his lap- fuck, stop. You took a seat beside him, keeping some distance between you both, mostly because you were sure his super senses would detect how warm your body was.

“You-you look beautiful y/n” Bucky smiled, swallowing thickly when you giggled, oh god that sound.

*****

The team carefully watched you both from a corner, making sure to keep their distance so they wouldn’t be seen.

“How long till they get together”

“I give it 1 hour tops, they’re both giving each other fuck me eyes”

“Barnes is one second away from combusting; can his old heart actually handle having a crush?”

“They’re both shy, you think they’ll at least hold hands?”

“Y’know he calls her sprinkle? Cause of the donuts?”

“AWWW I ship them”

“What the hell does that mean Parker”

*****

“Did you want to get a drink?” Bucky nervously shifted beside you, you were so precious and you were making it impossible for his nerves to calm down.  You smiled, nodding, taking his extended hand, the both of you walking towards the bar. You both took a seat at the stools that were off to a more secluded area.

“I really loved everything you got me” He whispered, not telling you that after you left, the tears fell freely, no one had ever gotten him something so thoughtful. “No one’s ever gotten me something so special”

“You deserve it Bucky” You said sincerely, sucking in a breath, placing your hand gently on top of his. You relaxed a little when he didn’t pull away, your heart racing when he held your hand instead. Don’t over think it, don’t over think it. Conversation started to easily flow between you both, and on the outside, it looked like everything was going great.

On the inside, the both of you shook, unsure of how the other felt, unsure if there were any mutual feelings, unsure if you were reading into things, maybe there was something? No, probably not…maybe?

*****

“Is it everything you ever wanted it to be” You giggled, looking at the wild party that was taking place, a Stark part indeed.

“There’s…there’s one more thing…that I’d like…” Bucky’s eyes shifted, his cheeks blushing as he played with your fingers. You cocked your head urging for him to continue. “Dance with me?”

You both swayed on the dance floor, his hands gently holding your waist, your hands resting on his chest. You were glad he was holding you because if not, you would have definitely collapsed. His cologne and distinct scent that made him Bucky evaded your senses and you nearly felt light headed, nothing would ever smell as good. The warmth of his fingers, playing on the bare skin of your back gave you goose bumps.

“Thank you for coming” Bucky whispered against your ear, his lips gently brushing against your skin. You perfume was driving him inside and it was taking all his super soldier strength not to throw you over his shoulder. The softness of your skin against his lips was something he wanted to feel every night and every morning when he woke up.

“Thank you for inviting me” You smiled up at him, your eyes darting from his lips to meet his eye sand back to his lips fuck they were so perfect. Your heart raced as he hesitantly leaned in, his hands gripping you harder when you stood on your toes to meet his lips. His soft lips moulded perfectly against yours, moving slowly, savouring every second of the kiss, the both of you forgetting you were still in the middle of the dance floor, not that anyone seemed to mind.

*****

“THEY’RE KISSING, I REPEAT THEY’RE KISSING!!”

“Oh shit, he made a move!  Get it tinman!”

“They’re so sweet!”

“100 bucks says they bang tonight, who wants in”

“Don’t be gross. I’m in”

“I’m in, but my money’s on Sprinkle”

“Y/n is too sweet for that” 

“Whatever you say” 

*****

“S-sorry” Bucky pulled away before he went any further, his hands twitching, trying so hard not to grab you. “I just- you’re so- I, I really like-” Your lips cut off his flustered rambling as he moaned into the kiss, his tongue happily exploring your mouth, his hands coming to cup your face. You need more. If he wasn’t going to throw you over his shoulder then-

Fuck it.

Bucky stared at you, wide eyed as you took his hand in yours, dragging him out of the party and to your room. You both look at each other for a moment before clothes were thrown off, his hands flying to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist, dropping you onto your bed.

“Enjoying your party now?” you giggled breathlessly, biting your lip feeling his body weight rest on top of you, his eyes sparkling as he gazed down at you.

“Best. Birthday. Ever, Sprinkle” Bucky sweetly kissed your nose before trailing kisses down your body, he was going to savour this all night.

Back at the party

“I told you sprinkle would make a move”

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[purple-babygirl]

you got me reading all your works from 4 AM till 6 AM today, and I have zero regrets. And I’d do it all again. I truly love all of your works, especially those that has anything to do with Bucky.

Now all I can think about is Bucky’s reaction and care to finding out that his Little got an injury—one that she been hiding from him. Omg the fluff.

Anyway, have a great day!

Pairing: Poly!SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word count: 3,381 (i know i know...)

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, excessive, probably unnecessary, fluff no one asked for.

A/N: Nonnie, I'm honored💜. Thank you so much for sending me this, you've warmed my heart to no extent💜💜. It is everything when you tell me you like what I share with you. You're so amazing and I hope I'll always deliver and never disappoint you ily:"💜 I know you only said Bucky but I couldn't help but get Papa!Sam in there too, hope you're not mad at me?:" Please enjoy xx.

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don't hide

"Oh, we forgot the toilet paper!" Sam groaned, "I'll go get it. Wait here, sugar, okay? Eyes on the bags and don't move. Papa will be right back," he said before marching back to the big store's entrance, leaving her by the car with all the grocery bags.

Papa said to wait there. Papa warned her that the ground was snowy and slippery and dangerous. Papa told her not to move, she reminded herself but she just couldn't help it. She had to grab that orange.

A bag had fallen on its side out of nowhere and an orange had fallen out and rolled away. She needed to get it before Papa came back or else he'd know she wasn't watching the bags and was zoned out instead. She'd be careful and she'd take the fruit and come back to where Papa left her and he wouldn't even know it. She'd take small steps and she'd be quick. Plus, she was a big girl; she'd never slip, right?

Wrong.

Before she could catch herself, her foot was slipping, her arms were flailing and she was on her back on the cold, hard icy ground. She squeaked, pain shooting through her spine like an electric shock. Through panic and pain, she got hold of the stray fruit, managing to get herself up and back to where she was supposed to be standing the whole time before Sam made his way back to her.

"There we go," Sam sighed, setting the bag with the toilet paper beside the others and opening the car.

She was silent, biting down on her lip to stifle the pained whimpers ready to leave her mouth.

"You ready to go, sugar?" He asked her as he stacked the last bag in the car, slamming the back shut.

"Yes, papa." She nodded, the bones supporting her neck hurting as she tried her best not to cry when she slightly bent to get in the backseat.

She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Daddy and Papa were taking her sledding in the park the next day and she couldn't even be good and obey one single thing she was told. They'd definitely cancel the whole day and make her stay home if they knew what she did. And not only that but she'd surely be punished for not listening and not being careful enough. She could take it. She could play, sled and smile through the pain. Plus, she was a big girl; she could handle a little fall, right?

Wrong.

Her back was killing her. She tried not to hiss when Papa put her seat belt on for her. She had no idea how she'd make it through the day.

~

"Show daddy what you got him, sugar!" Sam encouraged after leaving the bag of goods on the table for her, walking to the kitchen to drop a bunch of grocery bags

She carefully pulled a chair out and slowly climbed on top, rummaging through the bag until she found a packet of Bucky's favourite cookies. She'd pointed at them as soon as she saw them at the store and didn't stop until Papa got them down the high shelf and into the cart.

Bucky's appreciative smile lit up the room, "oh, for me?"

"Yes, daddy. Got 'em for you." She nodded timidly, playing with her sleeve.

He accepted the cookies with a giddy grin and went to store them in place in the kitchen. She giggled, proud she was the reason Daddy was smiling.

"Thank you, love." Before she could stop him, Bucky was hugging her tight, metal arm pressing on her back to pull her body to his.

The chocked whimper she let out didn't go unnoticed by the super soldier.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky raised a worried brow, flesh hand rubbing circles on her back as a sort of habit.

"Yes, daddy. I'm fine," she lied, held-in tears burning the back of her eyes. She just needed him to stop touching her spine.

"You sure?"

"Sugar, go wash your hands we just got back from outside," Sam reminded, saving her from repeating the lie to Bucky.

"Yes, papa." Her socked feet padded on the floor as she left for the bathroom.

Bucky shrugged it off for now, walking outside to help Sam with the bags. She probably wanted more candy than she was allowed and Sam refused or something of that sort.

~

When she was done washing her hands, she tiptoed to her bedroom and did her best to redress herself fast. Her discoloured skin looked awful in the mirror. She couldn't let her daddies see the huge bruise that was forming on her back, innocently praying it'd disappear over night so they could still go sledding the next morning.

"You changed by yourself?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing her in a comfier outfit. He knew for a fact Bucky didn't help her because he was washing strawberries in the sink behind him.

"Yes, papa," she muttered hesitantly, fearing his reaction.

"Why didn't you call me or daddy, baby? We could've helped."

"Papa and daddy are busy, didn' wanna bother you," she lied again.

"Doll, we'll never be too busy to look after our favourite girl. You can always ask for daddy and papa's help, okay?" Bucky assured her gently.

"Yes, dada."

"Good girl, here," Bucky grinned, offering her a strawberry.

"Tank you." She took it with a smile and hummed after the first bite, making Sam chuckle.

"You did a good job dressing yourself, sugar. We're proud of you." Sam let his hand cradle the small of her back so he could kiss her forehead.

She whimpered again, biting her lip hard and closing her eyes.

"Everything alright, baby?"

"Yes, papa. Strawberry tastes so good."

"Okay, baby. Go play in your room till me and daddy get lunch ready."

"Yes, papa." She pecked Sam's cheek before leaving the kitchen.

"She's lying," Bucky told his husband as soon as she got inside her playroom.

"I know."

~

She spent the rest of the morning suffering in silence. Her back hurt whenever it came in contact with anything. She couldn't lean forward, or backward. She couldn't even lay down for nap time, crying into her pillow as soon as her daddies left the room.

She'd try not to whine when Daddy's palm touched her upper back. She couldn't enjoy watching her favourite show on TV because she was too busy trying not to pull away when Papa hugged her to his chest while she was on his lap.

As the hours passed, she was in so much pain it was showing all over her face. Sam and Bucky were worried that she wasn't saying anything. They knew something was wrong they just didn't know what. They failed to notice her features scrunching up in pain whenever they touched her because, in their defense, they were always touching her. So they couldn't really pinpoint the problem.

"There you go, sugar." Sam handed her a plastic cup, half full of strawberry milk he'd just whipped in the blender for her.

"Thank you, papa." She smiled gratefully, stretching her neck to kiss his cheek, her face twisting in pain as a result.

"Doll, are you sure you're okay? Do you have a tummy ache? Do you feel sick?" Bucky questioned softly, all while rubbing circles on her upper back.

"No, dada. I'm okay," she continued to lie, sipping from her straw quickly so maybe Bucky would stop and let her drink in peace.

Bucky looked to Sam in defeat and the latter just shrugged at him helplessly.

"Love, me and papa are worried there's something you're not telling us." Bucky's hand caressed further down to the small of her back and she couldn't help but wince, dropping her cup.

Strawberry milk covered her chest and lap and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She started crying and apologizing, thinking there was no way out of punishment for her now. They were going to find out.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, sugar. It was an accident. It's okay." Sam tried to soothe her but her cries only grew louder as she let all the tears out.

Her body hurt so bad and it didn't help that Bucky was patting her back to calm her coughs and sobs.

"Come with me, doll. Let's get you cleaned up." She cried harder at Bucky's statement, knowing they were going to see her back now.

"No, daddy, please. Don't wanna." She shook her head, choking on her tears. She made no effort to go to his open arms like she would.

It broke Bucky's heart a tiny bit. He started to think he'd done something; that she was like that all day because of him for some reason.

"But baby, you're soaked in milk. You can't stay like that!" Sam didn't wait for her refusal, slipping his arms under her legs and carrying her body off the couch.

"No, no, papa, please." Her tears wet Sam's sweater, her thrashing hurting her muscles even more.

"Stop crying, sugar. Tell me what's wrong," Sam said, sitting down on the closed toilet lid with her on his lap.

She remained silent, her fist rubbing at her teary eye and her lips trembling.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me and daddy, baby?" Sam tried again, making brief eye contact with a worried Bucky preparing a bath.

"Wanna shower by myself," she muttered when her sobs died out, tears still leaving her red eyes.

"You know we can't let you do that, doll," Bucky sighed.

"B-But I dressed by myself," she cried more, leaning on Sam's chest.

"This is different, baby." He kissed her forehead.

"Why don't you want our help, doll? What is it?"

She was quiet again, making both men sigh.

"Alright, love, hands up," Bucky instructed but she shook her head.

"Come on now, be good. We gotta get you cleaned up, baby, or you're gonna be all sticky," Sam told her, fingers tugging at the hem of her sweater.

She gave up fighting; her back was sore and she knew her daddies were going to get her in that bath no matter what. She closed her eyes when the sweater was pulled over her head, preparing herself for Daddy's reaction.

"My goodness, doll! What happened?!" Bucky exclaimed in worry and she started sobbing again.

"What is it?"

"Look at her back, it's messed up!" Bucky gestured to the huge purple and blue bruise, whispering the last part of his sentence.

"Oh my god! How did you get this?!" Sam's eyes widened as he questioned her and she only cried more.

It broke their heart. She was in so much pain all morning and they had no idea. How could they be so inattentive?

"Hey, baby, no, it's alright. We just wanna know how you got hurt, sugar. You're not in trouble," Sam reassured, pushing her hair out of her face while Bucky ever so tenderly examined her bruises.

"I'm sorry, papa. I'm so sorry," she cried in his chest, "I- I didn' listen when you- told me to stay I- the orange fell out an- and I wanted to get it and I fell d-down an' hurt m-myself." She tried to explain between hiccups as Sam bit down in realization and regret.

"Aw, sugar," Sam sighed, feeling guilt gnaw at him for leaving her alone by the car. What was he thinking? How could he leave her all by herself like that? She was just a little baby!

"Papa's sorry, baby. Papa's so sorry he left you standing alone and went back inside." Sam apologized, kissing away the tears soaking her cheeks while she sniffled and hiccuped.

"Don't cry, doll. We're not sad with you. You didn't do anything wrong," Bucky cooed, his thumb wiping the tears down her chin and neck.

"B-But I was bad." She looked at Bucky with teary eyes.

"No, doll, you weren't bad. You were just tryna help Papa because you're a good girl." Bucky kissed her temple, holding her forehead to his cheek while he looked at Sam.

The man was zoned out, probably beating himself up somewhere in his mind.

"Let's just get you in the tub for now and then we can let the doctor take a look at your back, okay?"

"What if he gives me shots?"

"He's not gonna give you shots, doll. Only something to apply to your bruise, nothing painful or scary." Bucky promised, easing her off Sam's lap to get the rest of her clothes off.

Sam scratched his head before abruptly standing from the toilet seat, "I'll go start dinner."

Bucky sighed when his husband left the bathroom. He knew Sam was feeling guilty for their baby getting hurt and while he wanted to assure him it wasn't his fault, he had to tend to her for the time being.

"There you go, doll." Bucky carefully lowered her in the tub, letting the warm, soaped water soothe the ache in her muscles.

"Dada, can you come too?" She asked quietly, noiseless tears still leaving her eyes.

Bucky stripped himself at once, cautiously getting behind her in the tub before pressing her back to his chest. She sighed as he held her to him, Bucky's chest being much comfier than the solid ceramic of the tub.

"Is papa mad at me?" She asked Bucky, her voice trembling and breaking as she continued to cry.

"No, no, doll. Papa's not mad at you one bit, he's just worried about you," Bucky said, his hands rubbing softly on her tummy as he kissed her shoulder.

"Then why'd he leave?" Her voice was squishing Bucky's heart and he just wanted both his babies to feel better.

"He's preparing dinner for you, baby. Papa loves you; he could never be mad at you." Bucky turned her head so she could face him and wiped her tears away.

"We love you, doll. No one is mad at you. Daddy and Papa only want you to be okay. We just wanna keep you safe," Bucky told her warmly and she nodded, wrapping her arms around Bucky's neck and burrowing her face in the crook of it.

~

After her bath, Bucky got out first, telling her to wait while he got towels. But instead his legs took him to Sam.

"I feel like shit for not noticing too," Bucky muttered behind his spouse.

"It's not only that- what are you doing strolling around the house in just a towel after a warm bath?! Bucky, you'll catch a cold-" Sam scolded when he turned around and saw Bucky undressed.

Bucky put his mouth on Sam's in an attempt to calm his anxiety.

"I'm gonna be fine and so is she," Bucky promised against Sam's lips, cupping his cheek.

"I left her alone, Buck. She got hurt because of me."

"No, love, no. It was an accident. It could've happened anywhere any time."

"I still shouldn't have left her."

"Then we know not to do it again. Don't beat yourself up over it and distance yourself like that."

"I'm not distancing myself."

"Sam, she thinks you're sad with her. Please, love," Bucky begged, his thumb swiping over Sam's skin until the latter nodded with a sigh.

"Now go put on something."

"I thought you liked me naked," Bucky teased.

"Go." Sam lightly slapped his rear.

"I'm going." Bucky laughed, kissing Sam's lips one last time before retreating to the bathroom.

~

Bucky dressed her in something warm and told her to wait a minute while he got ready so he could take her to the doctor's. She peaked out of her room, hearing onions sizzling in the kitchen. She walked over to Sam as he poured tomato juice and the pot hissed.

"Papa? Are you mad?" She tugged at Sam's sleeve, red-rimmed eyes staring up at the man.

Sam sighed, turning off the stove. He took her hand in his and walked out of the kitchen with her, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to sit on his lap.

"Why didn't you say anything, sugar?" Sam asked, putting her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, papa," shs teared up, "I thought you'd be mad at me and think I'm bad and not wanna take me sledding no more."

"Baby, I'd never get mad at you for getting hurt. Ever." Sam reassured her, not letting his eyes get glossy with the tears he held in.

"If you get hurt me and papa will take care of you no matter what, doll. That's the only consequence. Do you understand me, love?" Bucky added, walking out of the bedroom with a jacket in hand.

"Yes, daddy." She nodded, throwing herself in Bucky's arms, "I'm sorry. I love you."

"We love you too, doll." Bucky kissed her head, careful not to hug or squeeze her too tight.

"Papa, will you come to the doctor wimme and daddy?" She asked Sam sweetly, leaning on his chest after leaving Bucky's hold.

"Of course, sugar." Sam's thumb stroked her cheek softly.

"And we can still go sledding in the park tomorrow?"

"Oh no, baby, we can't go tomorrow."

"But you said you weren't mad." Her lip jutted out in a pout.

"I'm not mad, baby, I promise, but you're hurt."

"But the doctor is gonna fix it," she whined

"He's a doctor, sugar, not a wizard!" Sam chuckled

"Because wizards don't exist."

"They do exist, but that's not the point," Sam argued and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes behind her back.

"But papa-"

"No buts, doll. We'll go as soon as you get better and we'll stay as long as you want, yeah?"

"Yes, daddy." She complied, knowing they were right; her back was achy and stinging.

~

As promised the doctor gave her no needles, only a prescription of a cream for her back and a painkiller.

"Daddy, I don't wanna," she whimpered as Bucky lifted her PJs up. She was afraid of the pain she would feel once Bucky started massaging the substance onto her skin.

"I'm gonna be gentle, doll. I promise."

"It's gonna hurt," she complained more.

"Here, sugar, hold papa's hands and daddy will be done before you know it." Sam opened his palms and she immediately put her smaller hands on top.

"There you go, all set. We're ready, daddy," Sam told Bucky, squeezing her hands and smiling comfortingly at her.

She gave half a smile back, blushing as she felt Bucky ever so softly lay kisses down her hurt back.

Sam chuckled, kissing the back of her hand. She slightly hissed when Bucky touched her skin with the cold cream, his pointer and middle spreading it around on the bruises.

"Anywhere else hurts, love?"

"Right here, daddy." She pointed to the back of her neck.

Before Bucky could, Sam tilted himself forward and kissed from the ends of her hair down to where her neck met her back. She giggled, Sam's lips tickling her. The man chuckled again, pecking her cheek.

"Papa?" She held his hands in hers.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you." She wasn't unaware of how he blamed himself for her little accident and she wanted to let him know it was alright; she was alright.

"I love you more, sugar." Sam smiled, relieved, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Starting to feel seriously left out over here," Bucky said, wiping his fingers on a tissue.

Sam rolled his eyes at his needy-for-attention husband before cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead as well, sending blood to his cheeks.

"I love you, daddy," she whispered, squeezing Bucky's right hand.

"I love you more, doll." Bucky echoed his partner, kissing her hand.

For the whole week, Papa and Daddy let her sleep on top of their chests, seeing as cuddling and spooning weren't options and they still wanted to be close. She'd alternate between the men as the nights passed.

Eventually, they did go sledding in the park when she healed, three days in a row. She loved it and she laughed so much till her cheeks hurt. She could handle a little fall after all; she could handle anything as long as Sam and Bucky were there to take care of her through it.

[bekaroth-reads]

Silco x reader 2

You didn’t get much sleep that night. Jinx was out like a light as soon as her head hit the pillow like you thought she would. You on the other hand would wake up every single time that you would finally start to doze off, there would be some sort of bump in the night or another with your mind telling you that it was people trying to break in and grab Jinx the whole night long. Finally, after hours of tossing and turning you decided to give up on getting any more sleep and get up. After you carefully stepped over Jinx and made your way to the kitchen all you were able to bring yourself to do was make some coffee and sit at the little table in the corner. After a few cups paired with almost an hour and a half of overthinking, you decided a few things. Firstly, you wouldn’t open the shop today; it would be safer for both Jinx and yourself if there weren’t a bunch of people coming and going until you were absolutely positive about what was going on. Secondly, you should make actual breakfast of some kind. By this point, it wasn’t too far off from when many people actually woke up for the day, so that could very easily include Jinx. And, if there was one thing that you knew for certain that kid could do and enjoyed, that was eating. It was a wonder how she was so thin.

Before you started with anything cooking-wise, you decided to at least somewhat get ready for the day, in case Jinx wanted to try to go back home earlier in the day rather than later. So, after a few more trips of trying not to trip over Jinx, one to get to your closet and one to get to the little bathroom in the apartment, you figured you were good to go for almost anything the day might throw at you. Turns out the throwing started much sooner than you would have liked it to.

You had just gotten back to the kitchen and were in the middle of looking around for something to cook when you heard a knock at the front door. Having worked most of your life and running your own place for a decent amount of time now, you chalked it up to being the usual entitled person who, even though they saw the closed sign and the lights off in the main part of the bakery, still thought that you had to open specifically for them to buy something. As you usually did in these situations you simply ignored it. Different from those times though, whoever was on the other side didn’t give up and walk away after a minute or two; in fact, what started as a firm knocking turned into a more persistent, insistent pounding. Worried that there might have been some sort of emergency by this point, you once again put your breakfast planning on pause to peek through the kitchen door to see who was there. Through the window on the front door, you could see a woman with dark hair, who at this point was hitting the door so roughly that you were afraid that the glass would break. It seemed that you peek too long as the woman noticed you and called and simple yet commanding, “Hey!” your direction.

Though you didn’t want to see what she wanted in case what she wanted was Jinx, you decided that it would be less suspicious if you talked to her briefly rather than not at all. So, bracing your nerves and hoping that Jinx stayed asleep and silent for a few minutes more you walked across the store and opened the door just enough to count as you acknowledging her, but not enough to let the woman think she could come in.

“I’m sorry, but the shop’s not open today.” You offered politely, which for some reason put a dangerous smirk on her face. It seemed that this amused her in some way. “That’s a shame. Not what I’m here for though.” The woman responded as she leaned herself in the doorway in a way that made you feel boxed in even though you had a whole building behind you. “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing really I could do for you.” You tried once again to dismiss the woman, even going as far as to start to close the door. But, a metal hand was quick to shoot up and hold the door open. “Oh, I could think of plenty of things that a cute, little thing like you could help me with.” The woman purred as she eyed you over before quickly shaking herself out of it and continuing more seriously. “But, all I need now is to find someone. A kid, blue hair, talks a mile a minute. Hell, does everything fast. Hard to miss.”

From the tone in her voice, she already knew that Jinx had been here at some point or another; information most likely gained from a terrified neighbor she talked to before getting to you. This made you decide that the best course of action was to agree that you have seen her before, but make it seem like it wasn’t as frequent as it really was. “Yeah! She stops in here sometimes.” You took a moment to pretend to remember her before pointing at the sign in your window. “Free snacks bring in a lot of kids from the area.” The woman seemed like she was buying the story and said, “Yup. That’s why we think she’s been around here.”

Great. We meant that at least one other person was working with her. Still, the woman looked like she was getting ready to move on, so you figured one last bend of the truth would be enough to convince her that there was nothing or no one here for her to be worried about. “I’ve seen that girl. Stops in here from time to time, but I haven’t seen her recently. There was no sign of her here the entire time I was open yesterday, so who knows where she is.” This seemed to do it as she started to lean back from you and be on her merry way when you both heard something- a loud thud followed but a muffled but still heard, “Ow!”

This caused the woman to immediately go on high alert and she started to push past you and into the shop. “What was that?” She asked as she made her way to the counter. “That-“ You quickly moved so that you were between her and the kitchen door, “that was my niece.” The woman raised one of her dark brows at the claim, and immediately called your bluff by saying, “Then let me see her.”

“What?” You questioned not only nervous that she was seeing right through your lie, but also taken back that someone would even ask to see a stranger’s kid for questioning. The woman kept on pushing, both physically and metaphorically. “Sure. Kids know each other better than anyone else. Maybe your kid was playing with her and knows where she landed.” The smug look that she was sporting from outfoxing you faltered a bit when you very sternly told her, “No.”

Fishing around in her pocket for a few seconds, the woman pulled out a small cigar. “Look, I love a feisty one as much as anybody, but you stand no chance here. Now, let me see the kid and no one will get hurt. You got a cute face that I’d hate to ruin.” She sneered and blew a puff of smoke right into your face. Just as you were getting ready to say something else to her, to your horror another voice pipped in. “No smoking in the store! It will soak into the bread! And, nobody wants to buy cigar bread, Sevika!” Jinx scolded the woman from behind you.

“Well, well, well. Look at who it is. I guess this solves two mysteries. Where you went to,” Sevika looked from Jinx back to you, “and who’s been sugaring you up before you get back every day.” She leaned her large form on the edge of the counter and mused, “Oh, the boss is gonna love finally meeting you.”

“Do not presume what my interests are, Sevika.” A bone-chilling voice came from the still-opened front door. At least bone-chilling is what you could best describe it as seeing as it sent a shiver through your whole body. A thin man in all black with some sort of scarring on and around his eye walked through the door and into the middle of your shop, dress shoes clicking on the wooden floor the whole way. You couldn’t help but stare at him for a few moments as there was just something about the man that demanded attention you attention. Quickly, though, you realized this might be misconstrued as you gawking at his eye causing you to look away. There was no time to focus on anything else though as you and Sevika were almost knocked over when Jinx ran past you both and over to the man.

“Silco!” Jinx cried and practically tackled him, causing him to stumble a bit before regaining his balance. Oddly enough he didn’t seem angry or annoyed. In fact, he almost looked like a different person, his sharp features softening in a way that almost didn’t seem possible for them. “You came to get me?” Jinxed asked excitedly before using a puff of air carefully aimed by her bottom lip to blow her bangs out of her eyes that fell when she was running to him. Silco smiled at her gently and knelt down so that he was closer to her eye level. “Of course I did.” He replied and was about to say something else, but stopped abruptly when he saw the red mark on her head. “What happened here?” Silco asked her but turned his gaze toward you, dark intent not only returning but turning deadly. “Oh, I ran into something right before you got here.” Jinx snickered like she wasn’t right next to someone that looked like he was about to rip your head off with his bare hands. To your surprise, Sevika came to your defense. “I can vouch for that, boss. Heard it happen.” Silco moved his gaze from his subordinate back over to you as he sneered, “For your sake that better be true.” Then he stood and turned toward the door before informing, “We need to talk about a few things. We will be doing so on my terms at the Last Drop.”

That immediately set off every alarm bell possible in your head. It was already pushing your comfort level simply talking to someone this dangerous, but having to do so at his main base of operations was a really bad idea. It seemed that Sevika could see the hesitance on your face as she teased, “You weren’t going to open today anyways. So, what’s the problem with taking a little walk with up?” When you still didn’t budge, Silco paused while he was walking with Jinx out of the door. Without looking back he gave an unspoken yet understood command by simply saying, “Sevika.” And, the next thing you knew, you were being thrown over a shoulder and walked out of the sanctuary of your bakery.

[babblydrabbly]

Distracted (Peacemaker x Reader) Smut

Pairing(s): Peacemaker x F!Reader; Brief Javelin x Reader

Characters: Peacemaker/Christopher Smith, Amanda Waller, Javelin

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warning(s): Smut, language, mentions of blood/violence. Choking, cream pie, semi-rough sex.

Summary: Out on a Task Force X mission, Peacemaker notices you're acting... different. He generously offers to help with what's distracting you. Asshole.

A/N: What's this? Baby's first Peacemaker fic? Takes place before The Suicide Squad (2021). Metahuman!Reader has super strength/speed abilities. Also, what kind of vanilla name is Chris Smith.

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"Again?"

Amanda Waller arched a brow at your perturbed expression.

"My apologies." She droned. "Am I not stimulating you with enough variety, [L/n]?"

You scoffed, folding your arms in deference. It wasn't about that— It was about the deliberately repeated pairings with Christopher Smith. The dynamic that was becoming a pattern. You never would have worked with someone like Peacemaker on the outside. As much as you appreciated the job always getting done with him, you still bumped heads with him too much on the way to the finish line. He was frustratingly serious and flippant at the same time.

You decided to shut your trap before Waller decided she didn't need you anymore.

"You've got one skillset useful to me, [L/n]. I suggest you get used to the prospect of being paired up with Smith on a regular basis— While you're still around."

You nodded when she dismissed you. You had gotten used to it. You were seeing so much of Peacekeeper you were practically partners.

So, you pointedly sat to next the one called Javelin on the helicopter out of Belle Reve, as far away from Smith as possible. You were about to spend over twelve hours with him— It didn't have to start right away. While Colonel Flag gave you all the spiel on the mission, you glanced over and saw Javelin toss you a nod.

"You're Team B," The thrower noted over the whir of the helicopter. "[L/n], yes?"

"Yeah," you said. Your eyes flitted over the muscular squad member. He looked more like a superhero in his light blue and yellow get-up than the rest of you. You personally kept the lower half of your face covered with a black hard shell mask— Your armor from before you were incarcerated (Yes, you've heard the 'Baby Bane' jokes from the others). Even if you had to get used to working with a bunch of weirdos, you could at least conceal your face from them while you did it.

"You move very swiftly." He complimented, and you didn’t know how you were supposed to take that.

"Thanks," You tried, "I like your... weapon of choice?"

Javelin held his namesake in his arms, his legs spread wide to accommodate it as he rested it against his inner thigh. The innuendo normally would have had you rolling your eyes, but today they lingered, and you wondered if he still looked as broad and muscular without the suit on.

You frowned. Without the suit on?

Were you still staring down at his thighs?

You supposed he was a goddamn Olympic athlete at one point. And prison didn't seem to stop him from his regimen. —There it was again. You blinked and looked away, thankful nobody seemed to notice. Javelin seemed content with the brief introduction, so you left it at that.

Okay, so maybe it had been awhile since you...

You reprimanded yourself. These were not recreational outings. As much as you liked feeling free every once in awhile, you were never in a position to consider doing something so stupid. The last few missions were some of the closest calls you had while on the task force, but now that your job today was more about recon, you could at least let your mind wander to the less... imperative things. You crossed your legs at the ankles in front of you and let mind drift for the rest of the trip.

But christ had prison been rough. And a little boring. You didn’t have to think about Javelin moving closer to you for long— Pressing up flush against you— Before you were imagining yourself against a wall— Hell, right here on this bench— hooking your legs around his waist as he thrusted into you. You pictured him going for two, three rounds, that stupid suit lying on the floor with your back on top of it. You pictured him going down on you too, a handful of his wavy blonde hair in your grasp as you pressed your thighs around his ears. You swallowed behind the mask, glad it was there to hide your face.

You get dropped off an isolated point a few klicks outside the target area, the rest of the team traveling further in to handle the bulk of the mission. You lug some extra equipment in a canvas bag— Guns, surveillance tech— already annoyed by the heat.

The heat of the jungle. Definitely not the heat you'd been feeling in the helicopter. You walked a half mile in total silence just trying to focus on the mission again.

"What's got your tactical suit in a twist?" Smith finally uttered as you got to your destination. You almost forgot he had dropped down the rope onto the ground after you. He stood out against the green around you in his obnoxious red shirt and white pants.

"Nothing." You lied, and you could tell from under his helmet that Peacemaker thought you were full of shit today. Great.

You set up inside a small building— An outpost long abandoned. Whatever organization you were taking down for Waller, they clearly had to downsize over the years. You kicked open the metal door, sending it flying off its hinges. Smith entered first, clearing all the rooms before you joined him. Upstairs, you begin setting up the equipment together. Peacemaker started with standing up a rifle by the window, aiming it at the road below.

You fiddled with a tablet; You went downstairs to put a sensor on the door frame and on the rusted gate blocking the road outside. They were supposed to warn you when any vehicles were approaching, but when you came back up, it lost signal. You did this twice; You batted at the little screen, vexed. There were probably signal jammers over at the main compound that could still reach all the way out here. You thought about how Team A was doing— So inevitably, your thoughts drifted back to the damn Javelin guy.

"Jesus!" You snapped. You were grateful when you didn't break the small screen in half with your strength.

"Okay. What the fuck is wrong." Came Peacemaker's voice from across the room. You stood there without turning around. You took a breath, tossed the tablet onto the bag at your feet.

"Nothing is wrong, Smith. Fuck off." You said. You reached up and unclipped your vest. Beneath it, you felt the cool air of the shelter hit your jumpsuit. You tossed the vest on the floor, then turned around. "When are they supposed to get here?"

He quirked a brow, as if proving his point. Since when didn't you remember the mission details? Rather than give him the satisfaction of thinking you were slipping you waved your own question away.

"God, never mind."

He scoffed. You watched him remove his helmet and gloves, setting them down carefully next to his own pack. He'd made his own area across the room from yours, another tablet showing him a view of the road propped up against the wall. Smith took a seat on the floor; The two of you were going to have to play the waiting game now.

In silence. The thought made you pinch the bridge of your nose right above where your mask stopped.

"You know, I've been at Belle Reve for four years now." You finally relented. You leaned back against your wall, folding your arms over your chest.

"Yeah? So?" Smith retorted. You rolled your eyes.

"So," God— You were really confiding in Christopher Smith. That's what it was coming down to. "I haven't had sex in four years. It's... not a big deal— Nothing's wrong. That's just what I was annoyed about earlier, you know? Consider me over it."

"That why you were ogling the Javelin in the copter today?"

Shit. Shit!

You dropped your arms. "You piece of garbage. You saw that?"

"I'm garbage? You're the one sexually harassing our fellow teammates with your eyes."

"I was not sexually— Nope. I'm done. You're ridiculous." You said. You reached down and went back to your tablet, busying yourself with it idly.

Peacemaker did the same. From the corner of your eye, you just knew he was doing it smugly.

"You know," He said after a few minutes, "If that's all you're bitching about, we can just get it over with."

"Excuse me?"

"You and me. Target's not coming in for another six hours, by the way. You don't need that much time do you, 'four-years-dry'?"

You stared at him from across the room. When you didn't reply, Peacemaker set his screen down so damn casually you consider just shooting yourself in the head.

"You're off your game. I'm not going to let you compromise our objective."

You threw your hands up. "There it is. You're like a broken record."

"What? Am I fucking wrong?"

"No, you're fucking crazy."

"Get over here." Smith instructed in a low voice.

The words shot up your spine, sending a very mixed signal to your brain. Directly across from you, Peacemaker was pinning you with an expectant look— One that was clearly a challenge. It pissed you off.

It was the look he used when he said you couldn't rip a guy's spine right out of his back— It dared you. And when you did succeed, you would shoot him an equally smug look in return. Your back and forths were always crass, always a test of who would back down.

You weren't normally so brutal when you worked alone, but something about Peacemaker brought it out of you. Whenever you were paired together, it was like your powers weren't something you had to hold back. They were something he was always prodding you to embrace. The jabs, the snark— It made you want to punch him in the face.

Standing up, you crossed the room. Smith didn't move as you stepped over his legs, as you leaned down to straddle his waiting lap. He simply watched you shift around until you're comfortably seated, your hands resting on his shoulders. He moved to place his own on your thighs but didn't do anything more.

"Well?" You said.

He shrugged, "Your call."

"What am I gonna do? Dry hump you?"

"Hey, if that's what it takes."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Fuck."

Finally, you reached up, unclipping the back of your mask.

"Whoa, wait—" He started, finally reacting to this ridiculous situation, but you already had it off, in your hand.

"I—" He stared at you. You shifted, feeling nervous as you stared back. It occurred to you that you'd never seen him shocked before.

He blinked. "I've never seen your whole face before."

That wasn't true— was it? You tried to think. "What about in Cuba? We camped out for like three days. I had to take it off to eat at least."

"I didn't look."

"You didn't look."

"I don't fucking know! You wear that fucking thing everywhere. When you took it off to eat I assumed you didn't want me looking."

"Wow. How courteous."

"Fuck you."

"Well, isn't that what we're doing here?" You said, putting your hands on your hips stubbornly. Smith's were still resting on your splayed thighs.

"I can't wear this when we— How am I supposed to...?"

He snorted softly, "Don't tell me you're a romantic, [L/n]."

Nothing about this seemed romantic. Least of all with him. Still, if you were going to take the opportunity, you were going to do it your way. You looked him over.

He had a few tufts sticking out from wearing his damn helmet earlier. You reached up and brushed some of it back into place at his temple first. Smith blinked up at you, his brows pinching together.

"This okay?" You heard yourself asking him. He eventually nodded once, watching you as you placed your palm on the side of his face. Finally, you leaned down and caught his lips with yours in a long kiss. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to know his reaction.

But you felt him return it. Slowly at first— Then he was kissing you back. You moaned somewhere in the back of your throat as he ran his large hands up and down your legs, his fingers folding to grip your ass tightly. You were already reacting, already so touched starved. His lips parted, and you felt him swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, over the front of your teeth. You opened for him, your tongue darting out to meet his hungrily.

You tugged at the front of his uniform. Without a word he reached down to pull it up over his head, the fabric dropping off somewhere beside you. You glanced down at his bare chest. You ran your hands over it, dragged your nails down his pecs experimentally. When you looked back up he was still watching you.

Your mouths crashed to meet again, this time with a fervor that threatened to split your bottom lip with every bruising kiss. You felt his hands on you again, pressing into your sides, your waist. He didn't move to take off your clothes, so you drew your hands to your own chest, pulled the zipper of your suit all the way down to your stomach.

He took the invitation, and you gasped when he roughly reaches in and cups a hand around your breast; He kneaded it, brushing his thumb over your nipple. His other hand worked at your shoulder, yanking the rest of your suit off of you. You reached back and tugged the sleeves off, finally exposing your upper body.

You felt the clasp at your back come undone, and Smith was tearing your bra off next. A muscular arm came around to scoop you up by the waist, bringing your chest closer to him. He leaned down, took one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Smith—" He bit you roughly, and it sent a shock of electricity up you. He palmed your other breast again, tweaked at your nipple until your back was arching into his touch. You squeezed your thighs around him.

Then he was back in your face again, bruising a kiss against your lips as you took a breath. Your eyes flew open when you felt the press of his fingers to your mouth. You shot a look at him, but didn't object when he pushed his index and middle fingers past your lips. You sucked them hungrily, your eyes fluttering shut again.

"Fuck," Peacemaker murmured, feeling your tongue swirl around the digits. You slurped sloppily until they were soaked, until he was pulling them back out with a light pop. He brought his hand down to the base of your suit, where the zipper stopped just above your pelvis. A pair of black panties peaked out from the V shape there, the same shade and material as your bra. You gasped when Smith finally pushed down past the layer of cotton, gripped his bare shoulders when you felt his wet fingers dip right into your cunt.

"Fuck," He said again, because you didn't need any help down there. "You're so fucking wet."

You expected to feel humiliation— To hear a joke about how it really had been while. But all you felt were his warm, thick fingers; He ran them up and down your slit, pressed them in small circles around the peak of you a few times. You cursed, your head falling back. Smith leaned up to kiss your throat, teeth dragging across the base of your collarbone. He bit you some more, daring to take your meta-human skin between his teeth. You cried out, your arm reaching to wrap around his head in pleasure.

Smith slid his fingers up into your pussy. He crooked them, scissoring them inside you. Your hips bucked, unable to resist meeting his short thrusts. You felt him grin against your neck. "Damn, baby."

"Shut up." You whispered, letting your hips rolling down to fuck yourself on his fingers some more. When he slipped in a third you moan loudly.

"Fuck! Fuck me." You demanded, yanking the short hair at the back of his head. A groan left Smith's lips, his head jerking back. Quickly, he removed his hand from your suit, pulling the rest of your clothes further down your waist. You lifted yourself off him, but Smith didn't wait. He picked you up and lifted you both off the floor. You grabbed at him as he laid you down on your back, his body between your legs. Then he was ripping off the last of your suit, tearing your boots off.

"Watch it," You snapped— If he fucking ripped anything you—

"Oh please." He huffed, and your thoughts stopped in their tracks as you watched him lean back on his knees above you, undoing his white pants. His cock sprang free from a pair of just as white underwear, his arousal already thick and ready. You stopped yourself from expressing how the sight of him made you even wetter.

He took a moment to drink in your face, a hint of that smug smirk forming. You growled, pulling him down by the neck again before he ruined the moment with speaking. Smith caught your lips again, his hand running down your naked body. He gripped one of your legs and nudges them apart, planting his knees between you.

Despite his earlier preparation, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock pushing inside you. You groaned as he entered you, your walls stretching around his length. Your back arched as you took him in, eyes rolling a little into the back of your head.

"Fuck— Chris—" You shuttered. His hands squeezed your thighs at the sound of his name leaving you. You heard his breath shake, his hips remaining utterly still as you got used to the size of him. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see him waiting for you; You nodded once, another moaning already escaping in anticipation.

It was like a brick wall knocking into you. Smith didn't hold back as he began fucking you— Knew you could take it— what with your powers and all. The idea seemed to drive him, and he began hammering into you, his hands moving to bracket your hips so he could fuck you better. Faster. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

Fuck— You couldn't think. You arched up off of the floor as you rolled your hips to meet Smith's. It felt like he could keep up this pace forever the way he wasn't stopping. Your breathing turned to panting, a high whine escaping you when he shifts just right— he picked you up again. You arched up into his arms, holding yourself up from around his neck as he fucked up into your soaking cunt. You bounced on his cock, a sheen of sweat blooming across your skin.

When you opened your eyes, Smith was still watching you intently— witnessing every little expression on your face while he fucked you. You could hardly discern what he was thinking. All you could focus on was him ramming you, the feeling of his cock hitting and stretching you out.

“Choke me.” He said, and you have just enough wherewithal to oblige. You wrapped your hand around his throat, pressing firmly on either side. You felt the tightness of his skin shifting under your touch. His pulse beat a fast rhythm in time with his rough thrusts. The strength of your grip was a little vice tipping Smith over the edge.

The look on his face, his eyes closed as he tried to control his breathing sends a jolt up you. You used your other hand to slip two fingers down between your folds. They found your clit, making quick work of bringing you to close to climaxing. You shuttered as you felt the tight coil of it building. Finally, with a cry you were coming, squeezing your legs around him as your hips rolling through every wave of it. Smith groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm until your walls were fluttering from the unrelenting stimulation.

“Going to—“ He warned, and you squeezed the hand around his throat harder, making his eyes roll up. You whimpered as you feel the hot spurt of him fill you, his hips finally locking as he pumped you with his cum.

You both took a moment to catch your breath, your hand releasing from Smith’s neck so he could take in a long gasp. His skin was reddened along his throat and chest. You saw the beginnings of your handprint bruising around his Adam's apple, your fingers a mark on his skin. You hung onto him like that, your arms back around his shoulders for balance.

“Fuck.” You finally said. Out of habit, you checked your watch to assess where you were on the mission. He took your chin in his hand, drawing your eyes back up to him. You saw that his hair had fallen back into his eyes, his face glistening with sweat.

“I’m not done with you.” He said. It sent a shiver through you. You felt your walls flutter again, some of his cum leaking out with his half-hard cock still firm inside you. You gasped as he pulled you off of him, guiding you down until you were turning around on all fours on the floor. You glanced over your shoulder, already craving the feeling of him filling you up with his cock again.

And fuck it, you two do take the whole six hours.

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Sunday

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Word Count: 2791

Warnings: slight mentions of trauma, Loki, slight swearing, slight mentions of death and violence, fluffiness 

Summary: The reader and Bucky spend Sunday together. 

A/N: Its better than the summary sounds, I promise. Based on a thing I saw about whether or not Bucky can feel with his vibranium arm. 

Sunday afternoons were always my favorite. They were quiet, which was a rarity for the Avengers and those who lived in the compound. It was the most peaceful day of the week and on days like today, it really felt like it. Sundays were a day for rest and relaxation, which usually meant that no one saw each other. Everyone was doing their own thing to destress after the week. The only person I had seen all day was Bucky and that's because this was the one day a week where he didn't let Steve drag him out for a run at the crack of dawn. How did I know this? Because his room was right next to mine and I could hear him when he left. Why was I listening, you might ask? I may or may not have had the slightest crush on him since I came to stay with the Avengers. 

Bucky had been one of the first people I had met after Steve saved me from that fight. I don't like to think about my time before then but long story short, there was a traumatic accident that caused me to get powers that then kind of exploded and killed a bunch of people. Steve was the one who found me amidst the rubble and brought me back to the cage where they studied me. Tony had tried to get rid of me and Steve had agreed but then there was Bucky. I'm still not sure why they brought him in but he fought for me. He said he saw something in me and that he knew what it was like to be scared of yourself. At the time I didn't know what he meant but when I learned of his story, I understood. He was like me. He didn't mean to hurt anyone, he was a victim too. Jump ahead a little while, we became fast friends and became joined at the hip in a way. I don't really know when I fell in love with him, I just remember not ever wanting to lose what we had.

Like I said, we were basically joined at the hip so it became routine for us to sit together during movie night or to go on missions together. We just worked well together. And because we were such good friends, I would never tell him how I felt. It's not like it was a secret though, I was a notoriously bad liar and pretty much everyone knew that I liked Bucky except for Bucky. Or at least, that's what everyone tells me when they ask me about him. 

Anyway, back to the here and now. Bucky and I had both slept in and had breakfast together. I'm not sure how but we decided afterwards to watch a movie. Somehow that changed from a movie to a T.V. marathon. Ok so that's a lie, I know exactly how. Bucky said he had never seen Supernatural and I told him he needed to. 

So that brings us to now. It was freezing and we were good friends so it came as a surprise to no one that we were sitting close, sharing the blanket that I had to bring out from my room because NO ONE KEPT ANY BLANKETS OUT HERE! But anyway, at some point, we had each gotten up to get snacks and had progressively moved closer, to the point where I was basically laying on top of him, his right arm wrapped around me and holding me there. I say some point because all of this blended together because I couldn't focus on the time when I was sitting here, plastered against his warm chest, his arm wrapped around me. We stayed that way for hours, watching the show and cuddling. Although I have to admit, I didn't pay attention to anything that was happening on the show. All I could pay attention to was the way we were seated. How I could hear his heartbeat where I laid my head. The feel of the cool metal of his left arm under my fingertips. 

After a few episodes, I found the remote and paused the show because my curiosity had gotten the better of me. When I paused the show, Bucky looked down at me confused, he must have been actually interested in what was happening. 

“I'm sorry but I have to ask.” I said, not being able to look at him because I had to admit that it was a bit embarrassing to ask. 

“What is it, doll?” he asked. 

I felt I had to sit up before I asked, “What’s it like? The arm.” I chanced a look at him and the moment I saw his face I knew it was a mistake to ask. I shifted off of him so that I was sitting criss cross on the couch beside him. He had told me that there were bad memories connected to the arm and why he had it. And when he still hadn't answered I hurried to continue “I'm sorry. I know it's a totally personal question to ask. And you don't have to tell me. It's just… I was curious. I know you’ve said you don't really like to talk about it and I don't want to push you but I-” 

He interrupted me by saying “It's hard to describe.” He said it so softly I almost missed it under my ramblings but when I heard it I immediately shut up. He continued, “I guess it just feels like an arm. But the knowledge that its machinery makes it seem different. I can feel the vibrations of things, like when I punch things.” He had raised his metal arm slightly, turning his wrist this way and that to examine it. I laughed a little at his comment. 

“Can you… feel?” I asked softly. I reached out to drag my fingers across the metal plating. 

“I remember what it feels like. And watching you do that, it's almost like I do… but not quite.” We watched my hand drift up and down over his arm. 

“So, like… a phantom sensation?” I asked. 

“Yeah.” he added, sounding a little far away. 

“So you can't feel when I do this?” I looked back at him, and he shook his head. Then I grabbed his hand and held it against my cheek. “Or this?” He looked at me and again, shook his head no. I had no idea where this sudden boldness was coming from but I wasn't going to ponder over that now. “Not even this?” I moved his hand again, to rest over my heart which was now beating at what I'm sure was a very unhealthy rate. 

Bucky swallowed hard before he said “I know what it feels like, and the vibrations are there faintly so it's almost like I do.” He paused for a second, then he said, “Actually, I can feel your heartbeat. It's racing.” He looked at me with a small smirk on his lips that made me blush and look away. 

He removed his hand from over my heart, instead using it to nudge my chin, so that I would face him again. He was still smirking when he asked “Why is your heart racing, doll?” Damn him and that stupid nickname. I needed something, anything to not have to explain myself right now. I looked around frantically before I saw that the chips were almost gone. I immediately sprang up off the couch, “Look at that, we're almost out of chips, I'm going to go get some more so we can keep watching the show.” I turned and headed into the kitchen. I refilled the chip bowl, and took a minute to get some ice water, hoping to calm myself down. After a moment, I finally built up my courage and went back to the TV room. As I walked in I tried to project the certainty I was lacking inside, “So, let's finish that episode, shall we?” But as soon as I set the bowl down on the coffee table, he reached out and tugged me back down next to him on the couch. This time, I was closer than before. My stupid heart kickstarted at this. 

“No. What you're going to do is tell me why your heart is racing. Are you nervous?” He asked, leaning in. The atmosphere had changed. It was playful but there was something dark underneath it. When I didn't answer he asked “Is it me? Do I make you nervous, Y/n?” He leaned in further and placed the smallest of kisses on the corner of my mouth. I froze at that. He did it again on the other side. I could scarcely breathe now. He looked up at me and smiled before saying “It is, isn't it.” 

“Well, I- uh- I-” I couldn't seem to get a full sentence out. I didn't even know what I was trying to say. 

He did not help the situation any when he said “Use your words.” I'd be lying if I said my brain didn't lose all functionality at that. I opened my mouth but no words came out. He only grinned wider at that. “Is my girl at a loss for words?” Again I tried to speak but no words came out. “Do you want some help? You want me to kiss you, don't you?” It was more a statement than a question. He leaned in, we were a breath away from something I had dreamed about for I don't even know how long. 

“Yes.” It was immediate, no hesitation. 

“Yes, what?” He asked. 

“Yes, I want you to kiss me.” And he did. His lips met mine, and I froze in shock for a moment. But then I fell into it. I let it consume me. The feel of his lips against mine. It wasn't like in the movies where the world stopped but I could admit that I was very disoriented from it. I also knew that the movies were fake and if people actually felt like that when they kissed people, it would probably be due to some sort of medical condition. It was a great kiss though. It was different than I imagined, colder. 

“What the hell?” I heard his voice from behind me. Bucky pulled away from me and it took me a second to shake off the haze that kiss had put me in. But then it registered. I turned around and saw… 

“Bucky?” He was standing at the entryway to the room. But then I turned back and found another Bucky on the couch next to me. “But - what the- wait, I- and you- him-  ” I stuttered, pointing between the 2 Buckys. 

"Steve got back and wanted to talk to me. What's going on here?” Bucky- or - one of them asked, walking into the room. 

To be honest, I had no idea what was happening. “I don't know, I- we were talking and then he- you- we kissed and-” Then it hit me, cold. “Wait.” It couldn't be. I turned to face him on the couch “Loki?” 

In a flash of green, the illusion was gone and the God of Mischief was sitting in front of me. “Guilty.” he said with what I now recognized as his signature smirk. 

“What the hell? Why?” I asked, standing up and backing away from the couch until I ran into the real Bucky who I forgot was behind me. 

“I was bored. Stark and Thor had me in these ridiculous trainings all day long and you seemed like a perfect target Y/n. You are so enamored with him that you jumped at the opportunity.” 

Before I could attempt to murder him, Bucky’s arms came around my waist and held me back from jumping on the trickster. I vaguely heard the doors slam open somewhere else on the floor before Thor and Tony both came storming in. 

“What did I tell you? I knew he wouldn't stay just because you asked him to.” 

“I had to put some faith in my brother, Stark. He’s trying to be good.”

“Trying includes disappearing in the middle of… what is happening in here?” Tony asked as he and Thor came to a halt in the entryway. I could see him study the room, Bucky holding me back while I reached for Loki who sat grinning on the couch. He didn't even seem to need an explanation, just motioned to Thor who grabbed his brother and dragged him out of the room. “He do anything we need to worry about?” Tony asked before he left. 

I was about to answer before Bucky spoke up and said, “Nothing more than usual.” 

Tony nodded and left the room. That's when Bucky finally set me back on my feet, but he didn't let go of me. I turned in his arms to look at him annoyed. “Why didn't you let me kill him?” 

“Because you shouldn't kill him?” he sounded like this was obvious information, which in retrospect, it was but I felt mortified at the moment and didn't want to acknowledge that. All I wanted to do in that moment was find a place to hide myself where I wouldn't have to face the consequences of my actions. I went to back up but his arms tightened around me, trapping me. “What’s wrong, doll?” He asked. 

“Nothing.” I looked down, avoiding eye contact seemed like the best option here if he wouldn't let me leave. 

“It's not nothing. Why are you so worked up? What happened?” He seemed genuinely interested and upset on my behalf, which is probably why I started to spill my guts. 

What I didn't realize is that when I'm emotional, my mouth runs off without me. “He kissed me! He kissed me and I thought it was you so I let him and- shit!” I clamped my mouth shut before I could dig my grave any deeper. 

“What?” he asked. 

“Hmm?” I asked back. 

“What did you just say?” No way was I going to answer that. 

“Nothing.” I really couldn't make eye contact now. Plus I didn't need a mirror to know that my face was hot with a blush that had crept up my neck. Please, let a hole in the floor open and swallow me up. 

“You kissed him?” Bucky asked. 

“He kissed me.” I grumbled. 

“And you let him…” Bucky continued “because you thought he was me?” I didn't answer that. “Y/n?” 

“Maybe.” he didn't say anything. “Okay, yes. I wanted him to kiss me because I thought he was you.” I cringed at my words but still didn't look up at him. 

“Doll, look at me.” I shook my head, keeping my eyes down. His right arm came up and pushed my chin up so that I would look at him. “May I kiss you?” 

“What?” I asked, dumbly. 

“May. I. Kiss. You?” he asked slowly. 

“Well I-” he gave me a look “Yes.” Bucky smiled before he leaned in slowly. Our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss. And shit, it felt exactly like it looked in the movies. Fireworks went off and time stopped and I don't even know what else because all I could focus on was him. The whole rest of the world faded away and we were the only things that mattered in that moment. It was everything and entirely consuming. It was soft, and slow but full of emotion that I never would have expected to be reciprocated. I never wanted it to end. But eventually we needed air. 

When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine. I could feel his smile mirroring my own even without having to open my eyes. 

“Bucky?” I asked softly. 

“Hmm?” he hummed. 

“What are we gonna do about-” He cut me off with another mind blowing kiss. This one was shorter though, much to my disappointment. 

“That's tomorrow’s problem. For now, let's just enjoy the day.” he punctuated his sentence with another kiss that had me melting into him again. 

After a while, I finally asked him, “So what does that mean? “Enjoying the day.” What do you want to do?” 

He smiled before he said “It means… I want to finish another episode.” I couldn't help but laugh at his response. Bucky pulled me back over to the couch, and back into the cuddling position we had been in earlier. He kissed my forehead before we both settled in and finished another couple episodes of the show. Yeah, so maybe Sundays weren’t always completely peaceful or relaxing, but they were definitely my favorite day of the week. 

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