#Captain America x nonbinary!reader

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intro post 🖤

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a little about me: 22 y/o, genderfluid/nonbinary, queer/pansexual, i accept all pronouns

interests: batman/bruce wayne (specifically battinson at the moment), the hunger games, divergent, twilight saga, once upon a time, schitt’s creek, criminal minds, the chronicles of narnia, the princess and the frog, penelope (movie), nightmare before christmas, corpse bride, marvel (specifically captain america and spider-man, those are my favorites but love all the avengers), star wars, and all things music (favorite artists include of monsters and men, phoebe bridgers, the 1975, the neighborhood, bread, and blondie)

some things you’ll see on my page: original or reblogged fanfics of any of the interests above, original spotify playlists, maybe some edits or collages, maybe some character/story moodboards, general reblogs of interests as stated above, generally not too strict about what i do here

overall i try not to take myself too seriously on here but i also have been wanting to make a blog dedicated to these things i love and post some of the story ideas i’ve gathered over time, so enjoy i guess!

thanks for tuning in 🩶

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fics:

bruce wayne x reader:

adored part one, part two, part three (finished)

dream of me part one, part two, part three, part four, part five: interlude (wip)

edits/sets:

but i am the shadows

lighting design in the batman gifset

you’re part of this too

hold onto your humanity

i’m vengeance

the batman moodboard

the batman 2-year anniversary set

playlists:

bruce wayne x reader:

one, two

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Type of fanwork: Written fanwork Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Fandom(s): Slam Dunk, Hazbin Hotel, One Piece, Kingsman, Marvel: Avengers, Captain America, Daredevil, Deadpool, Falcon & Winter Soldier, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Marvel Comics, Moon Knight, Spider-Man (live action), Venom, X-Men, DC: Peacemaker, Top Gun Movies, Suits, Stranger Things Highest rating: E Length/scope: 10 - 20k words. Minimum Bid: $5

Especially interested in: Alternate universe, amnesia, soulmates, time travel, time loop, mistaken identity, fake relationship, arranged marriage, secrets, first time, BDSM, drag queens, strippers, bar/diner owner, dancers, musicians, reality TV, enemies to lovers, bodyswap, tattoo parlor, coffee shop au, movie/tv shows/book rewritings, superpowers, mind reading, fantasy creatures, angst with a happy ending, sexuality crisis, internalized homophobia, meeting in chat, A/B/O, shapeshifting, misunderstandings, undercover, dubcon Slam Dunk: Sakuragi/Rukawa, Sendoh/Mitsui, Akagi/Kogure, Maki/Nobu Hazbin Hotel: Husk/Angel, Valentino/Angel, Lucifer/Alastor, Sir Pentious/Alastor, Sir Pentious/Angel One Piece: Luffy/Zoro, Helmeppo/Koby, Sanji/Zoro, Mihawk/Zoro, Luffy/Sanji Kingsman: Harry/Eggsy, Whiskey/Tequila, Merlin/Ginger (as secondary pairing, no smut), Lancelot/Ginger (as secondary pairing, no smut) Marvel: Steve/Bucky, Rumlow/Bucky, Zemo/Bucky, Tony/Peter, Wade/Peter, Wade/Colossus, Wade/Ajax, Tony/Bruce, Pyro/Iceman, Mr. Fantastic/Johnny Storm, Clint/Pietro, Marc Spector/Steven Grant, Venom/Eddie Brock, Venom/Spiderman Peacemaker: Chris/Adrian Top Gun: Rooster/Hangman, Rooster/Maverick, Maverick/Iceman, Harvard/Yale, Coyote/Bob Suits: Harvey/Mike Stranger Things: Steve/Eddie, Andy/Garreth, Mike/Will (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jonathan/Argyle (as secondaru pairing, no smut), Nancy/Robin (as secondary pairing, no smut), Robin/Vickie (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jonathan/Nancy (as secondary pairing, no smut), Jason/Eddie, Billy/Gator (character from Fargo) might be persuaded to write Steve/Billy or Eddie/Billy

Unwilling to address: Femslash, Het pairings, original characters, reader insert, gen stories, pre-slash, deathfic, unhappy endings, cheating, humiliation, scat, foot kink violence, threesome, polyamory, established relationship, permanent injury, mpreg, trans characters, genderswap, aging up or de-aging, first person, second person, original characters, miscarriage:

If possible, no pairings out of the ones I listed.

Other notes: I write slash stories, most of the time AUs, with high ratings and a lot of angst but they all have a happy ending.

Special interests: Canonically trans or nonbinary characters, Racebending, Ambiguous endings

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Relax (Steve Rogers x Nonbinary!reader)

“Imagine taking care of Steve after a particularly difficult mission.”

Relax -- (Steve Rogers x Nonbinary!reader)

Description: Steve comes back from a bad mission, and the reader (with powers similar to Jasper from Twilight) has to help him relax.

Warning: some depressing stuff from Steve and some vague mentions of a failed mission including fire and kids or something. Probably a couple cuss words, I dont remember.

Genre: general fluff, but it starts out kinda angsty, hurt/comfort

Pairing: Hurt!Steve Rogers (Captain America) x non gender specific!reader

A/N: once again, I wrote this when I was, what, ten? So, like... don't judge. Or do, I don't really care, actually. Gif isn't mine, y'all should know that. I finally managed to post it onto the right page, be proud. I'm still leaving it up over there, though, cause I'm too lazy to actually delete it fully. Anyway...

Words without A/N: 1942

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He hadn't been able to save all of them. He should have been able to save all of them. There had been children, babies even. And he hadn't been able to save them. He hadn't been able to get them all out of the building in time.

It had been a very long, and very hard mission. He had known it would be from the start, but he hadn't realized just how mentally damaging it would've been. He could still hear the screams of the victims still trapped inside of the burning building that he should've been able to save.

All he could think about was the people who had lost their lives, and the people who had lost loved ones, as he trudged into the elevator that would take him to his floor of the Avengers Tower. He didn't even bother to go to the debriefing that was held after the mission, he just headed towards his room in some desperate attempt to escape his pain and grief and stress.

 As he made his first step off of the elevator on his floor, he vaguely registered someone speaking to him.

"Mistah Rogers? Are you alright? Well, no, uh, of course you're not alright. I can feel what happened. Oh, I'm so sorry, Mistah Rogers."

The sweet, slanted voice of (name) (last name) broke through the somber fog that had seemed to wrap itself around his mind. He usually rather enjoyed the empath's ramblings, but right now their reading his emotions was not good. He had to keep up his hero facade, if he didn't, he might as well be walking away from himself. So in an attempt to get away from them, he just grunted and kept walking.

"Mistah Rogers? Hey, did you hear me?"

'Just go away, kid,' he thought to himself. He felt his emotional support beams snap just a moment before he rounded on the empath.

"You know, for somebody who has the literal ability to read peoples feelings and emotions, you sure can't tell when your presence isn't wanted, can you?!" He growled, his voice dangerously low. He didn't mean that, of course, he just couldn't deal with people right now. He saw a flash of hurt cut across their eyes at his words, but it quickly demolished and reformed into some odd form of understanding.

"Oh I'm... I'm sorry–I'll, uh, I'll just g-go now," they replied in a stuttered mumble, before scurrying towards the elevator. As he watched their heel disappear behind the metal doors, he almost reached out to tell them he didn't mean it; but the door was too fast, and before the words could escape his lips, the (your hair color) haired empath was gone from sight.

He let out an irritated sigh and ran a hand over his face, before about-facing, and continuing the trek to his room.

The second he kicked the door closed behind him, he was taking off his clothing and slipping into a pair of baggy sweat pants, and belly-flopping down onto his too-soft bed.

He just laid there a moment, feeling himself slip into that beautifully fuzzy haze of not-full-consciousness and not full sleep. Focusing on that and not the ache in his shoulders and back or the sound of screaming that still reverberating in his mind was probably why he didn't notice the soft knock that came to his door, or the click of the hinges as it was pushed open slightly to reveal the same (hair color) haired, (eye color) eyed person that he had nearly shouted at in the hallway only a few moments before. He should have been ashamed of his lack of vigilance, but in all honestly, thinking back on it later he would probably be glad he hadn't.

The empath carried a small bag that held several different items in it. Most of which Steve would deny ever using if he was ever asked outright. Everything from essential oils to lavender scented bath soaps were held in that bag.

~~~~~~~

They knew that Stevens previous explosion was not really aimed at them, he was only stressed and in desperate need of some well deserved R&R. They also knew that what they were about to do could get them yelled at by the super soldier, but they couldn't not help him. Part of being an empath was feeling someone else's pain as if it were one's own, and right now, all the pain and anger and grief that he felt was also within them. So their doing this for him was to help them almost as much.

Hesitantly, they reached out a trembling hand and placed it upon his bare shoulder. At the initial contact he stiffened and sharply inhaled, but, as they released some of their power, he immediately began to calm down.

Another part of their power was the ability to manipulate other peoples emotions. It may not have been the coolest power, but, in times like this, they found it rather useful.

They removed their hand from his shoulder just long enough to rub some essential oils and lotions onto their hands, before replacing them on his shoulder and softly beginning to massage away the tension. His muscles were still so wound up from the mission that it took them a few moments to get through to his sore flesh, but the moment they did, he let out a small breathy groan that brought a small smile to their lips.

They worked their way all the way across his broad shoulders, and then down his back, all the way to the band of his low-riding sweatpants and back up to repeat the motion again in backwards order. Switching between soft kneading and harder circles with the heel of their small hand, continuing for the better part of an hour until his muscles were back to their previous limber flexibility.

They had noted some twenty minutes before that his groans and sighs of appreciation had morphed into soft snores and the rapid flow of rabid emotions that had cut though his consciousness before were now down to a minimum.

'Good,' they thought, 'its working.'

But now that they needed him to move, it could be possibly problematic. Gently, they moved up to his face and gingerly placed a pale hand upon it, shaking him slightly to wake him and whispered quietly.

"Hey, Mistah Rogers... he, I need you to roll over for me... Do you think you can, love?"

His beautiful blue eyes opened just a slit to see their face and he let out a rather loud, guttural moan as he pushed himself to roll onto his back, his tired muscles not quite awake enough to push himself up with much grace, as he just kind of flopped over, one arm layed across his abdomen the other still trapped under his body. They gently pulled his arm from under his body, and layed the other straight beside him, before re-applying more lotions and returning to message his front side.

Again, they started at one shoulder and worked their way across to the other, then worked their way down his chest and stomach, then back up before going to his bicep and massaging down his arm, all the way to his hand, going back up, then repeating the action with his other arm.

They left him for a moment to go to his bathroom and start the bath. Taking the correct products from their bag, they began pouring in generous amounts of bath salts and bubbles as it filled.

They quickly went back into his bedroom and softly shook him back awake, careful not to be too harsh.

"Hey, there, Mistah Rogers, come on, I've got a bath running for you."

His eyes opened ever so slightly yet again to take in their face, and process what the (eye colored) eyed empath had said. With a groan, he pushed himself to a sitting position, and allowed them to pull him into the bathroom. Once there, they turned to him expectantly before blushing heavily and turning their back to him so he could slip out of his sweats. He was far too tired to be very embarrassed at the happenings as he gingerly climbed into the bath, using the bubbles as a sort of blanket to hide his, heh, "intimate area" from view.

As soon as they knew he was covered decently, they turned back with a washcloth and poured some soap onto it, scrubbing the foam into the rag to make it sudsy.

They bent and sat on their knees at the side of the tub, leaning forward and not hesitating to begin washing him with the utmost care.

~~~~~~~

The feeling of their rag covered hand scouring over his body gave him chills, he hadn't felt so well taken care of like this since before the serum, when his oldest freind would take care of him when he was sick. And, as much as he hated to admit it, it felt amazing. To be vulnerable to someone like this had an almost orgasmic quality to it. He let his head drop back onto the edge of the tub and closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax against their adept hands as they swept his body.

He felt the soft rag cross his shoulders, then down his arms, then across his toned stomach, stopping before their hands dipped bellow the belt line and went down his legs, all the way down to his feet.

He felt as their unclothed hand moved down his arm and gently grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand above the waters bubbly surface and setting the wash rag in his hand. Wordlessly, they gestured to his groin area, asking him to wash himself while they left to get some dry towels.

He did as they had silently asked, and they returned quickly with two large, fluffy, white towels to dry him with. The empath helped him stand and step out of the bathtub, handing him one of the towels to dry his front while they patted dry his back.

He stood as still as he could on limbs that felt like gelatin as they finished drying him and helped him back into his sweat pants. Leading him back to his bed. They pulled back the bed spread and helped him lie down in a comfortable position.

They stayed like that for a few moment, just watching each other, before (name) smiled a small smile, squeezed his hand, and turned to leave.

But their hand didn't leave his.

He held them back until they looked back down at him with curious  eyes.

"Thank you," they said simply. "and... call me Steve."

Their answer was just a kind smile and another soft squeeze to his hand. They tried yet again to move away from him, but again was stopped by him not releasing their hand. A small blush creeped onto his cheeks as he asked quietly:

"Would you, uh, would, would you mind staying with me, for tonight?" He quietly questioned.

Yet again their responding smile answered his question as they crawled down into the bed beside him. He turned towards the empath and they pulled him towards them, resting his head on their chest and reaching up to toy with his still slightly wet blonde hair.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep in their embrace, and not much longer for them to follow suit. Their hand still buried in his soft hair.

Let's just say that it was the best night of sleep either of them had had in a very long time.

[mcu1shots]

Coming Out (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Non-Binary!Reader comes out to their boyfriend Steve Rogers.

Notes/Warnings: fluff, absolute fluff and sweetness, gender neutral reader, nonbinary reader

Word Count: 836

Your fingers tapped against your leg as you leaned into the muscular arms that circled your shoulders, basking in the warmth and comfort of Steve. It was Tuesday, meaning date night for the two of you, and you were currently cuddled up on the couch in your apartment watching a movie. You had established the idea of a date night early on in your relationship, knowing Steve could get rather busy with all of his superhero-ing as well as his training of the other Avengers. You couldn’t blame him, of course, but you still wanted to ensure you would get your time with him. There were a couple date nights here and there that he was forced to miss because of time sensitive missions, but it was still better than nothing.

But even though this was your one night that was supposed to be fully about you and Steve, your mind was elsewhere. And Steve noticed. You were barely watching the movie now, your gaze having strayed slightly to the left of the screen as you leaned into your boyfriend’s touch. You felt him squeeze your shoulders a bit, his signal to see if you were okay, but you were too lost in your own thoughts to respond.

You snapped out of it, however, when Steve broke the comfortable position you had found yourself in, leaning forwards and shifting both of you as he grabbed the remote off of the coffee table. As his finger pressed on a button the image on the screen froze and the room was filled with a deafening silence. Steve took the time to set the remote back down and shift a bit to allow you to get comfortable before his voice cut through the silence.

“Something bothering you tonight, Y/N?” He asked, a large hand coming to rub your back, a motion that you always found really comforting, which he knew.

You sighed, raising your head to look up at him as you shifted in your positioning to be able to look up at him, his soft blue eyes filled with concern which only made you feel bad for not saying something earlier. “Just, something on my mind, something I’ve been wanting to tell you.” You admitted with a small, shy smile on your face.

His head tilted to the side slightly, a silent invitation for you to continue and a way to show you that he was listening, which had to be one of the cutest things that he could have done, by the way.

“Um, Steve, I’m nonbinary,” you finally came out with it, trying to sound confident though you were anything but.

There was a silence as your words seemed to register in his head and his eyebrows furrowed just slightly. “Okay, well, I’ll love you no matter what, Y/N, but-” oh god here it comes, you knew you shouldn’t have told him. “I don’t actually know what that means,” he admitted with an awkward smile, the motion of him rubbing your back.

“It’s okay, I understand that you- wait, what?” It took a second for his words to register, you had been expecting Steve to say that he wouldn’t be interested in dating someone nonbinary, and he still might, but it wasn’t what he said.

Steve gave kind of an awkward laugh, it was almost nervous and apologetic as he used his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. “It’s just not a term that I know, could you explain it to me? And tell me how I can support you?” He asked hopefully.

You couldn’t help but smile a bit, sometimes you forgot how old Steve was and that he wasn’t up to date on the new world so you nodded. “Basically, I don’t feel like I’m a man or a woman, so I’m nonbinary, kind of both but at the same time kind of neither… my pronouns are they and them.” You explained, picking at your fingernails and looking down as you waited for him to reply.

Steve nodded as he let your words sink in. “Oh. Alright.” He said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He was so… nonchalant about it. You were relieved, honestly, you didn’t want him to make a big deal out of it when it wasn’t, it was just… who you were. And you were glad that he accepted you as that.

There was silence for a moment as you both tried to figure out where the conversation was going next before you piped up. “I guess I’m not really your boyfriend or girlfriend then, we should find something else that you can call me by,” you commented as you leaned into him.

He simply smiled and shifted your position again so that he could reach into his pants pocket. With his hand in his pocket he got off of the couch and onto one knee in front of you and pulled out a ring box. “How about... fiancé?”

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Series: 

Butterfly !^: Prologue / 1 / 2 / 3

Harry Styles:

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Let You Adore You ( POC Plus Sized Reader)

Thomas Shelby:

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The Choice Bit of Calico !*^(ongoing series; tag list open): Prologue / 1 / 2

One Shots:

Broken Bonds!

Eddie Munson

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Here’s to New Beginnings (ongoing series + tag list open): 1 / 2

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Relax

A/N: once again, I wrote this when I was, what, ten? So, like... don't judge. Or do, I don't really care, actually. Gif isn't mine, y'all should know that. Also, this was originally meant to be posted on my other account, @thewalkingimagines , but, you know, cause I'm stupid, I accidentally posted it on here instead, and I'm too lazy to redo all of this stuffs and repost it over there. Anyway.

Genre: general fluff, but it starts out kinda angsty

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America) x non gender specific!reader

Description: Steve comes back from a bad mission, and the reader (with powers similar to Jasper from Twilight) has to help him relax.

1942 words without A/N

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He hadn't been able to save all of them. He should have been able to save all of them. There had been children, *babies* even. And he hadn't been able to save them. He hadn't been able to get them all out of the building in time.

It had been a very long, and very hard mission. He had known it would be from the start, but he hadn't realized just how mentally damaging it couldn't been. He could still hear the screams of the victims still trapped inside of the burning building that he should've been able to save.

All he could think about was the people who had lost their lives, and the people who had lost loved ones, as he trudged into the elevator that would take him to his floor of the Avengers Tower. He didn't even bother to go to the debriefing that was held after the mission, he just headed towards his room in some desperate attempt to escape his pain and grief and stress.

 As he made his first step off of the elevator on his floor, he vaguely registered someone speaking to him.

"Mistah Rogers? Are you alright? Well, no, uh, of course you're not alright. I can feel what happened. Oh, I'm so sorry, Mistah Rogers."

The sweet, slanted voice of (name) (last name) broke through the somber fog that had seemed to wrap itself around his mind. He usually rather enjoyed the empath's ramblings, but right now their reading his emotions was not good. He had to keep up his hero façade, if he didn't, he might as well be walking away from himself. So in an attempt to get away from them, he just grunted and kept walking.

"Mistah Rogers? Hey, did you hear me?"

'Just go away, kid,' he thought to himself. He felt his emotional support beams snap just a moment before he rounded on the empath.

"You know, for somebody who has the literal ability to read peoples feelings and emotions, you sure can't tell when your presence isn't wanted, can you?!" He growled, his voice dangerously low. He didn't mean that, of course, he just couldn't deal with people right now. He saw a flash of hurt cut across their eyes at his words, but it quickly demolished and reformed into some odd form of understanding.

"Oh I'm... I'm sorry–I'll, uh, I'll just g-go now," they replied in a stuttered mumble, before scurrying towards the elevator. As he watched their heel disappear behind the metal doors, he almost reached out to tell them he didn't mean it; but the door was too fast, and before the words could escape his lips, the (your hair color) haired empath was gone from sight.

He let out an irritated sigh and ran a hand over his face, before about-facing, and continuing the trech to his room.

The second he kicked the door closed behind him, he was taking off his clothing and slipping into a pair of baggy sweat pants, and belly-flopping down onto his too-soft bed.

He just laid there a moment, feeling himself slip into that beautifully fuzzy haze of not-full-consciousness and not full sleep. Focusing on that and not the ache in his shoulders and back or the sound of screaming that still reverberating in his mind was probably why he didn't notice the soft knock that came to his door, or the click of the hinges as it was pushed open slightly to reveal the same (hair color) haired, (eye color) eyed person that he had nearly shouted at in the hallway only a few moments before. He should have been ashamed of his lack of vigilance, but in all honestly, thinking back on it later he would probably be glad he hadn't.

The empath carried a small bag that held several different items in it. Most of which Steve would deny ever using if he was ever asked outright. Everything from essential oils to lavender scented bath soaps were held in that bag.

~~~~~~~

They knew that Stevens previous explosion was not really aimed at them, he was only stressed and in desperate need of some well deserved R&R. They also knew that what they were about to do could get them yelled at by the super soldier, but they couldn't not help him. Part of being an empath was feeling someone else's pain as if it were one's own, and right now, all the pain and anger and grief that he felt was also within them. So their doing this for him was to help them almost as much.

Hesitantly, they reached out a trembling hand and placed it upon his bare sholder. At the initial contact he stiffened and sharply inhaled, but, as they released some of their power, he imediately began to calm down.

Another part of their power was the ability to manipulate other peoples emotions. It may not have been the coolest power, but, in times like this, they found it rather useful.

They removed their hand from his sholder just long enough to rub some essential oils and lotions onto their hands, before replacing them on his sholder and softly beginning to massage away the tension. His muscles were still so wound up from the mission that it took them a few moments to get through to his sore flesh, but the moment they did, he let out a small breathy groan that brought a small smile to their lips.

They worked their way all the way across his broad shoulders, and then down his back, all the way to the band of his low-riding sweatpants and back up to repeat the motion again in backwards order. Switching between soft kneading and harder circles with the heel of their small hand, continuing for the better part of an hour until his muscles were back to their previous limber flexibility.

They had noted some twenty minutes before that his groans and sighs of apriciation had morphed into soft snores and the rapid flow of rabid emotions that had cut though his consciousness before were now down to a minimum.

'Good,' they thought, 'its working.'

But now that they needed him to move, it could be possibly problematic. Gently, they moved up to his face and gingerly placed a pale hand upon it, shaking him slightly to wake him and whispered quietly.

"Hey, Mistah Rogers... he, I need you to roll over for me... Do you think you can, love?"

His beautiful blue eyes opened just a slit to see their face and he let out a rather loud, gutteral moan as he pushed himself to roll onto his back, his tired muscles not quite awake enough to push himself up with much grace, as he just kind of flopped over, one arm layed across his abdomen the other still trapped under his body. They gently pulled his arm from under his body, and layed the other straight beside him, before re-applying more lotions and returning to message his front side.

Again, they started at one shoulder and worked their way across to the other, then worked their way down his chest and stomach, then back up before going to his bicep and massaging down his arm, all the way to his hand, going back up, then repeating the action with his other arm.

They left him for a moment to go to his bathroom and start the bath. Taking the correct products from their bag, they began pouring in generous amounts of bath salts and bubbles as it filled.

They quickly went back into his bedroom and softly shook him back awake, careful not to be too harsh.

"Hey, there, Mistah Rogers, come on, I've got a bath running for you."

His eyes opened ever so slightly yet again to take in their face, and process what the (eye colored) eyed empath had said. With a groan, he pushed himself to a sitting position, and allowed them to pull him into the bathroom. Once there, they turned to him expectantly before blushing heavily and turning their back to him so he could slip out of his sweats. He was far too tired to be very embarrassed at the happenings as he gingerly climbed into the bath, using the bubbles as a sort of blanket to hide his, heh, "intimate area" from view.

As soon as they knew he was covered decently, they turned back with a washcloth and poured some soap onto it, scrubbing the foam into the rag to make it sudsy.

They bent and sat on their knees at the side of the tub, leaning forward and not hesitating to begin washing him with the utmost care.

~~~~~~~

The feeling of their rag covered hand scouring over his body gave him chills, he hadn't felt so well taken care of like this since before the serum, when his oldest freind would take care of him when he was sick. And, as much as he hated to admit it, it felt amazing. To be vulnerable to someone like this had an almost orgasmic quality to it. He let his head drop back onto the edge of the tub and closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax against their adept hands as they swept his body.

He felt the soft rag cross his shoulders, then down his arms, then accros his toned stomache, stopping before their hands dipped bellow the belt line and went down his legs, all the way down to his feet.

He felt as their unclothed hand moved down his arm and gently grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand above the waters bubbly surface and setting the wash rag in his hand. Wordlessly, they gestured to his groin area, asking him to wash himself while they left to get some dry towels.

He did as they had silently asked, and they returned quickly with two large, fluffy, white towels to dry him with. The empath helped him stand and step out of the bathtub, handing him one of the towels to dry his front while they patted dry his back.

He stood as still as he could on limbs that felt like jeletin as they finished drying him and helped him back into his sweat pants. Leading him back to his bed. They pulled back the bed spread and helped him lie down in a comfortable position.

They stayed like that for a few moment, just watching eachother, before (name) smiled a small smile, squeezed his hand, and turned to leave.

But their hand didn't leave his.

He held them back until they looked back down at him with curious  eyes.

"Thank you," they said simply. "and... call me Steve."

Their answer was just a kind smile and another soft squeeze to his hand. They tried yet again to move away from him, but again was stopped by him not releasing their hand. A small blush creaped onto his cheeks as he asked quietly:

"Would you, uh, would, would you mind staying with me, for tonight?" He quietly questioned.

Yet again their responding smile answered his question as they crawled down into the bed beside him. He turned towards the empath and they pulled him towards them, resting his head on their chest and reaching up to toy with his still slightly wet blonde hair.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep in their embrace, and not much longer for them to follow suit. Their hand still buried in his soft hair.

Let's just say that it was the best night of sleep either of them had had in a very long time.

[kl-writes]

Get the story done already! (5/? - Friends)

I’ve already started fleshing out one of Carol’s friends (Smart Guy), as they became important to the story (With Noble), so it’s not a bad idea to begin looking at the rest of them.

I spoke previously about using the five-man band template, and going from there:

Leader: Carol Valentine (As the face). Carol is the best at operating the Mecha, and is the second-best at its maintenance and upgrades.

Lancer: This guy is probably the actual leader, or at the very least they publicly have them as the leader. I think that he’s more of a cat-herder (Like Horatio in Watch Dogs 2). Given their combat abilities, if anyone assumes that the Lancer must be Cherry Bronze, they’ll be able to hold them off until the real Cherry Bronze can arrive. I think that the lancer should be a guy, or at least a different gender than Carol, if only to make it obvious that they’re not Cherry Bronze. Although, someone might overthink things (Like I did with a Red X theory a while back…) and assume that they use some sort of voice modification as Cherry Bronze to throw people off. Cherry gets irritated that she didn’t think of doing that, but alas and alack the Lancer is not Cherry Bronze. In order for this gambit to work, Carol and Lancer have to have a lot of trust in each other. By definition, the Lancer should be more of a foil, but I think this should be more complementary than conflicting. Normally, Carol is Lancer’s secretary, and on the field, Lancer is mission control for Cherry. Lancer is probably the team’s best communications expert. I don’t know if I want to make them the best hacker, but they are definitely better than Carol. Lancer is actually a better fighter than Carol (Obviously still worse than Cherry), but isn’t better than the Big Guy.

A bold, classic heroic sounding name (Brock, Clark, Adam) would probably be best for this guy. Carol is subtle, but the Lancer is blunt. I also like the idea of using an older, family name. I kind of want to call this guy Kenneth, like Wild Weasel’s fake name back in the Phoenix Guard. So he’s Kenneth.

Big Guy: They’re a lean, mean, fighting machine! Except probably not lean, and not a machine. They can be mean, though, I don’t really want another teddy bear (I prefer to play against type or reinvent it, if possible). I haven’t even determined a setting, so I’m going to decide that being nonbinary in my world is normal. I guess Mark fought in Vietnam, but honestly I can probably change that part of the story to “Mark’s family died fighting evil alien bad guys” or something.

I also like the way Voltron went in not making the Big Guy an idiot. But at the same time, I don’t necessarily want to expand the trope in the same way. I don’t really have anyone set aside as a chemical expert yet, so let’s make the Big Guy the chemical/explosives expert. They might be more on the forensic science side. Maybe they’re an actual detective? A private eye for the agency? Carol Valentine is more of a talker/diplomat for information, but the Big Guy is the master detective who can analyze the enemy’s plans and movements to uncover conspiracies. The Big Guy and the Chick are likely friends- the Chick might be more of a Dark Action Girl, the comic relief with underground contacts- perhaps a reformed criminal? This is veering off-topic a little. The point is, that the Big Guy is a detective and a forensics/explosives expert.

As for names, we know detectives like Dupin, Poirot, Columbo, Holmes, Clouseau, etc. I’m already drawing inspiration from Detective Conan, so why not use a name from Japanese detective fiction? Rampo, instead of Edogawa. Rampo also sounds tough, like a ram. Interestingly enough, Rampo is itself a play on Edgar Allen Poe. So nobody can get mad at me for copying when the original Rampo copied his name. I’ll also use Rampo instead of the more accurate Ranpo simply because “m” seems tougher to me than “n,” for whatever reason. Probably the rams.

Smart Guy: The Smart Guy is the best there is at upgrading the Mecha, hacking, and probably most of the science stuff that goes into their agency. Although I dislike not playing with type whatsoever, I think the Smart Guy has to be a wimp on this team- I have too many people who are good at fighting and I don’t really want the Chick to be the weakest one (Emotional intelligence does not equal physical weakness!). So if I can’t play against type, then I’ll go all in on the Smart Guy. He’s the smartest smart guy there is, but a mean-looking squirrel with a rock could kill him. This also adds tension with Mr. Noble, since because Noble isn’t really the nerdy type, he’s probably fit and has some combat expertise. The Smart Guy is not going to be able to beat Noble in a physical fight, even if he gets the drop on him.

I think that instead of being concerned about his physical weakness, the Smart Guy either overestimates himself (Like Steve Rogers before his steroids in Captain America), or simply doesn’t even think of it as a concern. Maybe he doesn’t even think that going on the battlefield is a possibility. He’s likely a basement-dweller, but not an introvert. He’s extroverted and easy-going, even with strangers, but is very focused on work and thus can spend several days without human contact (Or maybe even eating) when he finds a new project, or gets inspired. He might have a genuine trust in the good will of others- perhaps the Smart Guy is taking on more of the Nick Valentine traits than Carol is. Are they siblings? I think that the Smart Guy should be Carol’s big brother. He probably also has a code name- Victor Valentine, because he likes alliteration. This is apparently an online tweed suit store, according to google, but there are several real people who have this name. I think that a character in a mecha story and a vendor of tweed suits are distinct enough that the IP shouldn’t be an issue, and I won’t be confusing any readers.

Chick: From developing the others, we know that the Chick isn’t physically weak, she’s emotionally intelligent, more of a criminal type, and possibly comic relief. She’s the rogue of the group, the lock-breaker. Victor might be the better hacker, but the Chick will just look at the post-it on the monitor to enter in the password, or maybe investigate the victim’s pet names for password clues. She comes from the poorest socio-economic background, and can keep the team grounded and focused on the real issues the city faces (The nation? I’m a little unclear on the setting’s scale, still). She’s able to connect with the criminal underground not because of her tough attitude, but because of her willingness to listen. She’s the kind of person strangers will open up to, although at times she finds it annoying to hear about a fellow bus passenger’s divorce issues. She has a lot of random skills, and is a quick learner, although she gets bored easily studying one thing for too long. She’s got the least formal expertise, and is able to do a lot of things but not describe the theory, or use the proper jargon.

She’s got a mean personality like Rampo, but unlike them, is far more willing to open up to others and be patient. I’m not sure what to do with her on names. I’m tempted to go with a more neutral name, like Alex, at the risk of seeming tacky. Maybe Lexa? I don’t think there’s very many Lexa’s, most people are Lexi if they shorten it that way. It also feels a little more modern, and I think that Lexa and Victor are all about the cutting-edge.

 So in conclusion, the heroes are Carol Valentine/Cherry Bronze, Kenneth, Rampo, Victor Valentine, and Lexa. The villains are Aqua Black and Mr. Noble. Though I’m seeing an immediate problem with the names, at least with the heroes. All the names have two syllables. This is a no-go.

Victor can be Victoria (And we’ll make him a her instead, now). Lexa can be “Lee.” I may as well go all in if I’m on the fence about choosing a more neutral name for the character without seeming tacky or cliché. Kenneth can be called “Ken” by his friends. That gives us two (three?) two-syllable names (Rampo, Carol, Cherry), two one-syllable names (Ken, Lee), and one four-syllable name (Victoria). That should be enough for us to avoid the names starting to blend together. I also prefer a more “regal” name like Victoria contrasted with Mr. Noble. Cherry Bronze and Aqua Black are fine having the same word-syllable structure since their similarities are supposed to be recognized. Mr. Noble is the only one called by his last name, which should ��feel’ different.

Next time, I think we’re ready to start looking at the character dynamics a bit more in-depth. This will open up opportunities for stories.