#I'm new to this crap so be patient with my slowness

[thequippymaskedmoron]

Who the hell am I and wtf is this blog for?

Hellu there, you can call me whatever the hell ya want, but for the most part I go by Masked, Quip or Ree.

I'm a dusty, skull-mask-wearing Cali resident who's been closet-hyper fixating on random crap for most of my life, so I decided to finally post my art, my interests and ocs since none of my irl friends are gonna sit down and listen to me ramble about the lore of my characters (I honestly don't blame them cuz I yap a lot if you couldn't tell).

Hopefully this way I can connect with more people like me out there who share my interests and wanna hear about the traumatized gay mercenaries my brain has cooked up.

I put a lot of my various interests in my banner, but I'm mainly a fan of TWD, TF2, and CoD.

I'm an artist, but I'll mostly be reposting crap I like and yapping about what's on my mind.

My Tags: #SoloMMM - Crap relating to the world of my main oc and her storyline, #Shower thoughts with Quip - Me ramblin abt whatever's on my mind (usually stupid crap), #Corb - posts abt my cat. More to be added.

This will be edited later when I feel like it but I think those are the basics for now. G'day to you all....or G'night.....idk whatever time it is for you rn, I hope life doesn't suck <3

[woso-dreamzzz]

Nena III

Barcelona Femení x Child!Reader

Summary: Your sister and her friends take you to the zoo

You wandered ahead of the group a little, kept close by the leash attached to your backpack that was held firmly in Ingrid's hand.

Patri walked with you, holding your hand tightly as she chattered on and on about the cool animals that you would see at the zoo today. She was wearing her light-up shoes just like you as Pina held your other hand, swinging them back and forth happily.

"Slow down a little," Ingrid called when she noticed that the leash on your backpack was straining as Patri and Pina picked up the pace.

"Hurry up, Ingrid," Pina laughed," We've got places to be."

She wore her light-up shoes too, stamping one foot for emphasis as you strained against your leash.

"It's the zoo," Ingrid replied," The animals are hardly going anywhere."

As she was speaking, Patri leaned down to help you out of your backpack and hoisted you up onto her hip.

"Patri," Ingrid said warningly," That's keeping her safe."

"We can keep her safe," Patri replied," Besides, it's not like she can wander off if I'm holding her."

Ingrid pointed her finger at Patri and Pina in turn. "One of you needs to be holding her at all times. No letting go. Not letting her wander off and no talking to strangers."

"Got it," Pina said dismissively before turning to you," Where do you want to go first, nena?"

You thought for a moment before pointing towards the reptile house. "Snakes!"

The three of your hurried off and Ingrid glanced to the side. "Ona, go with them."

"Huh? Why me?"

"I don't trust those two alone with her."

"And you trust me?!"

"Lesser of the two evils."

"Oh, gee, thanks, Ingrid."

By the time, Ona caught up with the three of you, Patri and Pina had already broken the rule of holding you because they were leaning casually against the glass of an enclosure as you stood in front of it - very pointedly not holding either of their hands.

"You're going to get in trouble," Ona said, panting as she joined you all," Ingrid said to hold her hand."

"We're not moving," Patri replied as you chattered to Pina in awe at the snake.

"I don't exactly think that's what Ingrid meant."

"She's happy. We're keeping an eye on here." Patri shrugged. "We're very responsible."

"Then where is she?"

"Right-Oh, crap!"

Just like Ingrid had mentioned, you had wandered off though only as far as Aitana, who did the responsible thing and took hold of your hand.

She stuck her tongue out at the three of them as she guided you over to look at the lizards.

"They change colour, nena," Aitana explained to you patiently as you stared with wide eyes.

"Like my shoes!" You exclaimed," That's so cool." You stared for a moment longer before looking at Aitana again. "Did you get light-up shoes yet?"

"I did, nena," Aitana nodded," But I didn't wear them today. They're still very new and we're going to be walking a lot so I didn't want my feet to hurt."

"That's smart," You said, holding Aitana's hand tightly as she let you stare at the alligator," My Ingrid says to make sure your shoes are broken in before you walk a lot in them. She says that her Mapi doesn't sometimes and complain about her feet hurting. Mapi's silly sometimes."

"Si, nena," Aitana laughed," Very silly."

You walked with Aitana a bit more before she left you with Lucy and Keira as she went to grab some snacks. Instantly, you were hoisted onto Lucy's shoulders and held tightly so you could have a look at the bear.

"It's a brown bear," Lucy explained," It's a carnivore. That means it eats meat."

"Cool," You said as the bear scratched its back using a tree," I like the bear."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh. I've never seen a bear before."

"Well, I'm honoured to be with you when you see your first."

You giggled. Lucy was funny sometimes. She laughed too, carting you off to have a look at some other animals.

"Careful," Keira warned, catching you as you slid back off Lucy's shoulders into her arms," You could've hurt yourself."

"You caught me!" You replied brightly, weaving your fingers with hers and pulling her over to where the tigers were.

"I won't always be around to catch you," Keira tried to explain to you but you had lost interest in her excuses and pointed over at the tigers.

"Tigers go grrr," You said just in case Keira didn't already know," They like water too. My Ingrid says so 'cause she read it in a book."

Keira grinned at you, leaning down to your height. "Do you want to get your face painted like a tiger? Would that be cool?"

You nodded. "Almost as cool as my special shoes!"

You sat patiently while your face was painted but made sure to dart your eyes back and forth.

Patri and Pina both looked suitably chastised as your Ingrid threw them dirty looks, still holding your leashed backpack in her hands. Her Mapi stood right next to her, rubbing her arm gently and smothering a smile while Lucy was shoving food into Aitana's face and laughing at the disgruntled look she got in return. Ona was nearby, leaning up against the wall as she took disguised bites of the cheeseburger she was desperately hiding from Alexia - who had clearly already seen it and was debating whether or not to mention it.

In the end, Tia Alexia was the one who collected you once your face painting was done.

"Rawr!" You said to her," I'm a tiger! Rawr!"

"Very nice, nena," She complimented, holding your hand and guiding you over to look at the elephants.

"I like tigers," You continued, growing bored of the big animals quickly and tugging Alexia over to the more exciting ones like lions and leopards. "They're very cool! And they're stripy! Like my face!"

"You make a very good tiger," Alexia replied, pointing out a lion cub pouncing on its littermate's tail.

"Rawr!" You said again, holding your hands up like claws to emphasise your point.

"Wow!" A voice from behind said," That's such a scary tiger. Ale, we should let one of the zookeepers know that a little tiger got out!"

"Silly Mapi! I'm still me!"

She did a dramatic double-take, looking at you in shock. "Really? But you look exactly like a fearsome tiger!"

"It's me! It's me!" You insisted," Tia Alexia, tell her!"

Tia Alexia laughed," It's definitely y/n, Mapi."

Mapi gasped again before hoisting you up into her arms, staring at you to check. "So it is! What a fearsome tiger, you are, elskling!"

You grinned at her, happy to spend the remainder of the day with her and Tia Alexia, wandering around to look at all the animals.

You came back into contact with your Ingrid and the leashed backpack at the gift shop. She appeared out of thin air and, suddenly, your arms were through the straps and the leash was tight in her hand.

"Ingrid," You whined.

"Elskling," She mocked," I'm just keeping you safe."

You huffed, blowing all your air out and glaring.

Your Ingrid just pinched at your cheek, uncaring of the face paint now marring her fingers.

"Come on, elskling, no pouting, please. Don't you want a souvenir?"

Your pout dropped from your face and you allowed the leashed backpack to remain on your shoulders as you looked around the gift shop.

Today had been exhausting but in a good way with your Ingrid and her friends looking after you. All you wanted to do now was get a new toy and maybe have a nap in the car before dinner.

You yawned as you wandered around. Your Ingrid trailed behind you, reminding you that you could only get one thing.

You knew that of course (your Ingrid had told you that at the beginning of the day) but you wanted to make sure that it was absolutely perfect.

You ended up in front of the stuffed animals, looking over all of them with a critical eye.

"Have you decided which one you want yet, elskling?" Ingrid crouched next to you when she noticed that you seemed to be frozen in front of the shelf.

"That one!"

You pointed to the very top of the shelf, where a tiger was sitting.

Your Ingrid laughed, ruffling your hair. "Why am I not surprised?" She stretched to grab it, shepherding you to the cash register to purchase it.

With your new furry friend in your arms, you lagged slightly in your pace, dragging your feet as you left the zoo. You were yawning too so Ingrid easily hoisted you up onto her hip.

You blinked your eyes a few times, resting your head against her shoulder.

"Looks like the nena is a little sleepy," Ona laughed quietly as she watched your eyes slip shut.

"She'll have a nap in the car," Ingrid replied," But she'll miraculously have all her energy back again by dinner."

"Kids do that?"

"Yeah. She'll wake up and start doing laps around the apartment."

"How do you tire her out?"

Ingrid jerked her head over to where Mapi was taking a lot of care to not step on any of the cracks - even if it made her walk a bit like a duck.

"Ah, that would make sense."

[awkwardchaosposts]

Scrubs

Chishiya x gn!reader [hospital au] part 3

TW!: mentions of casualties,slight swearing

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Another long day. Working overtime was a common thing. Especially for a workaholic like Chishiya.

He raised an eyebrow when seeing you. It's 8am,you should've clicked out an hour ago. Then again the same went for him.

But it was different. It just was.

"What're you still doing here?"

"Waiting"

"For who?"

"You"

Your answer caught him off guard. He was even more confused when you offered him half of your sandwich.

"You shouldn't work overtime. As your colleague and superior I prohibit it"

His answer to your kind gesture was just weird to you

"You prohibit it? What are you? my dad?"

He smirked at your amusement,shaking his head. "Do what you want I don't care"

You smirked,taking hold of his arm as you walked alongside him. "Hmm sure you don't"

A silence fell over the room and he couldn't help but stare at you. You looked like an absolute wreck. Everyone did after a 12 hour shift.

But...something about you was still quite pretty to him. Even with your dark underbags and messy hair.

He sighed,supporting your back. You didn't have the best sense of direction, especially when you were tired

"Don't sleep too late"

"I thought you said you didn't care"

"Shut up"

~*~*~*~*~*

A regular morning presented itself on your next shift. Things were actually going quite slow at the hospital but you'd never say it out loud.

You sipped your caramel frappuccino when a familiar voice spoke.

"You know that's very unhealthy right? I heard it contains 420 calories."

"You know where you can shove that info?" You smiled,glancing at him only to be met with an unamused stare as he crossed his arms. "Haha very funny"

"I'm hilarious I know" you grinned,glancing at him before noticing something.

"You drink black coffee?"

Chishiya was confused why you stared at him as if he's just committed a crime.

"Yes. Why?"

"Do you hate yourself?"

He has to surpress a chuckle,shaking his head. "I like enjoying coffee how it's supposed to be. Black" he then glanced at your drink. "At this point you're consuming more sugar than caffeine"

You rolled your eyes at his comment but got an idea. "Wanna swap? We'll see who's right here"

Chishiya was never one to pass up a challenge. "Sure"

And so the cups exchanged and you both took a sip,silent for a moment.

You hated to admit it but he wasn't wrong. The taste was bitter but oddly sweet at the end. It confused you.

The man to your right looked equally as confused. This sweet drink. It was...delicious.

"It tastes like crap" you both said at the same time,glancing at each other.

~*~*~*~*~

The doctor was happy to finally go on his break without having to worry about an unstable patient although his relief turned into confusion when he saw you arguing with someone.

"Shh don't say that!"

Idiots. That's what you were in his eyes.

He sighed,approaching both of you. "Don't say what?"

You turned to him in disbelief. "A person should never say that it's a slow day in a hospital. It's bad luck" you explained

This only made him scoff. How ridiculous. "You don't actually believe that do you? How gullible are you?"

He teased with a slight smirk. "Trust me,nothing's going to go wro-"

"Code orange,code orange,code orange"

The intercom went off,cutting the doctors and med students' break short as they had new patients to attend to. Lots of them

(Code orange: Mass Casualty/CBRNE)

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[yalocalfanficaddict]

Do you mind doing a cute bokukiri fluff, they are just chilling with eachother cause bokugo and kirishima had a long day out saving people. ✨

Ack!! I'd LOVE to do this, thank you for requesting!! I am currently working on a KiriBaku/Bakushima one-shot collection that I plan to release in the New Year, so this will be perfect!! I will admit I am more of a sucker for angst, but we all need a lil fluff in our lives...shall we make it Christmas themed? ✨

Word count: 2896

His fingers are slow to move as he scrolls through their previous messages. This had to be the spot. Right? Looking around, he makes note of the street names and the landmarks surrounding them. Everything should be correct. He patrolled the city streets and even chased down the occasional villain through the winding paths.

Snowflakes melt against the glow of the phone's cracked screen. Making a mental note to get it replaced soon, the hero quickly rubs the phone against his pant leg before pocketing it. As breath crystallizes with each puff, he watches the snow globe of a world in search of a pair of warm cinnamon eyes. Children tug their relatives' coat sleeves, desperate to show them the toys they want from Saint Nicholas. Street vendors sit patiently with rosy cheeks and smiles warm enough to combat the frigid breeze. Performers on nearly every corner participate in friendly competition for an audience and a few extra yen in their pocket. Whimsical shades of reds, greens, white, and even cheery hues of blue and yellow decorate every surface. Trees are easily mistaken for twisted candy canes. Street lights glow and illuminate the snowflakes to be mistaken for pixie dust against the harsh night sky.

But no matter where he looks, he can't find him.

With a huff, he folds his arms over his chest to block out the cold that nips at him.

"Miri! Come back here," someone calls.

A small hand tugs on his hero costume. When he finds out who it's attached to. He smiles warmly at the little girl behind him. Pink cheeks and nose are pinched by Jack Frost, but it doesn't freeze the sweet beam she gives him.

Kneeling to be eye-level, he ignores the snow that soaks his knee and sends goose flesh throughout his body even more. "Well, who might you be, kid?"

"I'm Miri Unasaka! I'm also the biggest fan of you, Mr!"

He ruffles her hair as her parents finally catch up to her. "Damn, how'd she get so fast?" the man with black hair and tired eyes grumbles. "Holy hell, Miri, don't run off like that."

"Rei! I told you to watch your words with Miri," the other man spoke. His rusty eyes didn't match the pair he was searching for.

"Cut the crap, Kazuki. It wasn't like you were any better when you stubbed your pinkie toe," Rei snaps.

Kazuki pouts as Miri laughs. "That was different..."

He scoops up Miri and hands her to Kazuki, who hugs her dearly. "Thank you! We almost lost her, and it would've broken my heart if we got into the wrong hands."

Rei nods. "Yeah, thanks."

Miri ways vigorously as they walk in the same direction as where they came from. "Bye-bye, Mr. Red!"

He chuckles. The kids are so cute, in his opinion. Their little chubby cheeks and fingers, always eager to grab something, never fail to make him grin. The impulsivity of youth would make for a lifetime of adventures, much more satisfactory compared to the hero missions he takes. Alas, he'll never be able to experience the joys of parenthood. His life is too dangerous, and he would never want to risk such trauma to a child.

"Mr. Red, huh? Should I try using that when we're on patrols, Eijirou?"

Eijirou whips around and throws his arms around the man behind him. He can recognize that voice from anywhere. Especially the soft curse that slips past his teeth when Eijirou squeezes him tight. "Katsuki! What took you so long?"

When they pull away, allowing room for the puffs of steam to mingle between their lips, Bakugou kisses Eijirou's temple, warming his core. "I got you something to warm you up. It's colder than a witch's tit out here."

Eijirou snorts at the remark and accepts the warm drink. "Thank you."

Bakugou grunts as he takes a sip from his own cup.

The taste of smooth caramel and crunchy salt mingle on his tongue as a splash of the chocolate beverage singes his tongue. Eijirou quickly swallows to prevent further damage. But he ends up putting himself through a coughing fit as the drink burns the rest of his throat. "Hot," he croaks.

He tosses his head back with a laugh. "That's why you blow on it, idiot," Bakugou smirks. "You'd really think I'd give you something cold...out in this weather? You fucking need all the warmth you can get when walking around practically naked."

Nearly dropping his drink, he gives an over-the-top gasp with the back of his wrist pressing against his forehead. "Oh, how scandalous of me to wear such a revealing hero costume! Whatever shall I do to prevent myself from freezing over?"

Bakugou shakes his head with a beckoning arm. "C'mere, you idiot."

"But I'm your idiot," Eijirou sings while Bakugou wraps his arm around his waist. The insides of his frigid self melt when a low laugh vibrates Bakugou's chest.

"Shut up, Red."

As they savor the taste of hot chocolate, they also enjoy each other's presence in a way nobody else can. Eijirou secretly treasures each possessive touch Bakugou displays, whether it's a firmer grip on his waist when passing through thick crowds, a gentle squeeze and rub along his bicep to ease his chills, and tucking Eijirou even closer against him to prevent him from straying—not that he even would in the first place. Eijirou knows how much Bakugou cares for him, and he knows how much Eijirou cares for him. Plunging down into the spiraling depths of the Earth just to put a smile on his lips is a mere start for all the things Eijirou would do for the man beside him.

They are almost at the train station until someone twists their head and cries, "Ground Zero! Oh, oh! Look, it's Red Riot with Ground Zero!"

Murmurings spread, and heads began to swivel. In most cases, people don't tend to care that the second and fifteenth heroes are seen together. They run an agency together, after all. However, whenever the occasional fan calls out to them, it sparks something in the other bystanders, and they realize that heroes straight from comic books tread the same streets that they do. Unfortunately, Eijirou is too much of a push-over for meet-and-greets. Whereas Bakugou takes any opportunity possible to prevent being trapped by the adoring masses.

"Riot! Riot! Please have my babies!"

"Ground Zero, give us a smile!"

"Show us a cool explosion!"

"Hey, I was here first. Red Riot, Ground Zero, can you please sign my forehead? Or just anywhere?"

Eijirou yelps when Katsuki throws him over his shoulder. "What the—"

His voice is ripped from his throat with a silent scream and clenched teeth. An explosion launches them both into the air. Bakugou fires blast after weak blast to prevent damage yet keep them both safe from the people.

"Holy—oh my God, Kats—Holy shit!" Eijirou gasps, watching the clamoring people scramble for their phones. The citizens grow smaller and smaller while the pair blast higher and higher into the sky. His stomach flips as his heart leaps into his throat. Clutching tight enough onto Bakugou's costume for Eijirou's fingers to ache, he screws his eyes shut, rambling various pleas to not be dropped and for them to not plummet to their deaths. He manages a trembling pout when Bakugou emits a cruel laugh.

"It's not funny," he exclaims, clamping harder onto the pro-hero. "Warn me next time, asshole! You know I hate to be up in the air without warning."

"Eiji, we landed three minutes ago."

"What?"

"Good-fucking-grief, are you the deaf one now? I said—"

He peels an eye open only to be greeted with Bakugou's back profile and mounds of snow blanketing the cement roofing. The roof? Are we on top of the agency? Eijirou extracts himself from Bakugou, confirming his suspicions when his boots crunch against undisturbed snow. He's about to rant about ignoring the sweet fans but is promptly silenced with a kiss.

"Finally got you all to myself for once," he smirks, cupping Eijirou's face. It's a little awkward with his massive gauntlets in the way, but he appreciates the gesture. "Stupid bastards don't know when to leave people be."

"Well, we are what most might consider celebrities," Eijirou grins against another kiss.

He licks his lips, avid to kiss and be kissed breathless—senseless, even—in the frigid cold as snowflakes settle like dust in their hair and lashes. But Bakugou pulls away, tugging Eijirou's wrist, leading him to the door. "'S fucking cold out here. C'mon."

The door creaks open and shuts with a sharp ka-chunk! Bakugou keeps a firm grip on Eijirou, even after they step onto a random floor and await the next elevator to bring them the rest of the distance. The thick fabric works quickly in heating his hand, leaving Eijirou to wonder how much explosive sweat is collecting in Bakugou's palms and leaking into his gauntlets. He doesn't mind it, yet Bakugou must have sensed something because he pulled away. "Need to drop off my gear, then I'll take you home."

Eijirou laughs as the metal doors slide open. "We live to—"

"Shut up. I'm still going to be the one to take you home. You suck ass when it comes to driving."

He whines and playfully smacks Bakugou's shoulder. "You can't say things like that when you've gotten into more road rage accidents."

"That was one time, Red," he snarls.

"But it was one more time than me!"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Why don't you make me?"

And just like that, hands cage him in the corner of the elevator cart. Cracked lips crush him in a mouth-watering kiss. As if on autopilot, Eijirou digs his hands through Bakugou's hair, pulling him in and deepening the euphoric sensation. Eijirou is definite of one thing in life. It's that he will never grow tiresome to Bakugou's touch.

He giggles as he chases after the feeling, only to be left dry as Bakugou exits the elevator cart. "Don't get greedy, now. It'll be harder to savor you when we get home."

"You sound like you want to eat me," Eijirou cracks up, patting Bakugou's shoulder lovingly before leaning on it for support.

They're in the workshop, boots clanking with faint thumps against the grated floor. Someone flicks on the light, and only the necessary lights flicker with a steady thrum from the generator to follow. Eijirou grins at the memories of ranting about stupid villains as they fix their hero gear. The couple spends more hours in the workshop than they do at home. Bakugou has always been fussy with his equipment, especially. He always shoos Hatsume out whenever he gives the equipment tune-ups. Eijirou had one too many times almost meeting his maker when he'd leave out screws and washers near Bakugou's gear.

"What's so fucking funny?" Bakugou spits, beginning to unclip the gauntlets. The devices hiss and clack as they slowly release his forearms. "Oi!"

Between giggles, Eijirou placed fluttering kisses along Bakugou's working shoulders. "You're just so grumpy today, and teasing you is too easy."

Bakugou tucks away his right gauntlet before working on the left. "The fuck? I am not easy to tease!"

He holds Bakugou even closer than he thought was possible, burying his face into the crook of his neck. "Whatever you say, my little gremlin."

"I'm not some fucking gremlin. I'm also taller than you, so fuck off."

"Sure, sure."

●•●•●•●

The door swishes open, thwacking against the door stop as the hero walks in. Katsuki can't hide his grin, even if it kills him. The joyous sounds from his lover never fail to delight Katsuki.

"Kats! Ack—dude, I...I can wa-oh!" Kirishima cries out as Katsuki sloppily adjusts the bridal-style grip on him. He loops his arms around his neck, clutching onto him like the last buoy in a ruthless sea. "Stop! Stop! You're gonna drop me!" 

Fed up with his complaining, Katsuki pulls Kirishima closer to his face as he kicks the door shut. Their lips meet again for only God knows how many times now. Not bothering to set him down, Katsuki travels to the bedroom and tosses Kirishima on the bed. "How does a bath sound, hm?" Katsuki asks while he finally crouches down to unlace his boots. 

"That'd be fantastic. I had to chase down a villain and ran into a wall they constructed with their quirk." Kirishima laughs, beginning to slip off the winter top of his hero costume.

Katsuki inhales a sharp breath, shaking his head. "Damn, that would've hurt. Did you catch the bitch, at least?" 

While he dresses into pyjamas, Kirishima explains. "Yes, but no—"

"Yes, but no?" Katsuki interrupts, sliding a well-worn shirt over his head. The shirt in question is all black except for a dark red gear printed over the chest with two R's interlocking below it. As much as Katsuki bitches about how much of an eyesore the article is, it's one of the favorite things he owns. 

"Will you let me finish?" Kirishima takes Katsuki walking into the bathroom as a yes. "So, the villain was doing some form of unarmed robbery? It was bizarre. They had civilians trapped in a—a weird box he constructed out of who knows what. I managed to break them out as Jirou and Sero tag-teamed to keep the villain contained, but somehow they got out. Like I said, this dude's quirk was weird. Anyway, we got onto a pursuit on foot, and the bugger threw people at me."

He arches a brow, mixing soap with the warm water in the tub. The water begins to foam as it turns into a deep shade of pink, and the scent of cherries tints the air. "People? Holy shit, Ei."

"I know!" Kirishima says, clearly exasperated at the memory. Katsuki turns away as Kirishima steps into the bathroom and sinks into the bath. Once the noise of movement slows, Katsuki faces him again and works on scrubbing the jell from his hair. "I managed to safely get them out of my way, but didn't pay attention and slammed my face into a massive freaking wall." 

Katsuki barks out a laugh. It grows louder and more powerful when Kirishima throws him a dirty side-eye. "Sorry...sorry, but that's so fucking stupid. Did you at least use your quirk?" 

Knees pull up to Kirishima's chest as he sulks. "No..."

It's a struggle to hold in Katsuki's snort. 

"I managed to catch the dude, and thankfully, Eri was out doing an internship patrol with Toogata. She reversed my injuries, and that was when you messaged me." 

"That's good. Don't want your stupid, cute face to get fucked." Katsuki sighs at Kirishima's faint laughter. He loves it when his boy laughs. Or when he smiles. Anything his Kirishima does puts his heart through loops, strangling itself on its strings. "Anything sore? Need me to use my quirk?"

Kirishima hums in thought. "My neck's still a little tender, and could you?"

He grins, heating his palms just enough to not burn Kirishima. Kirishima groans in relief once Katsuki starts working his digits into his skin. "You do not believe how good that feels, Kats."

 Katsuki snorts. "You little sycophant," he snarks. 

"Hey!" Kirishima protests, going rigid before relaxing again under his touch. "Besides, you have no right to talk when you like being praised." 

Sucking his teeth, Katsuki can't find a way to argue his way out of that one.

After the bath, Katsuki leaves Kirishima to tug on some pyjamas. While waiting, Katsuki scrolls through the movie options and plays an old Christmas movie. He's interrupted when a voice whistles down the stairs, pulling his eyes from the screen. Kirishima grins, displaying his pointed teeth. "Really? Charlie Brown, again?" he asks, taking his hands from his pockets. 

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki takes in Kirishima's choice of clothing. He only wears gaudy candy-red pants. Simple patterns like white deer, snowflakes, and fir trees. "You really need to burn that abomination," Katsuki chuckles.

Kirishima shrugs and flops onto the couch, snuggling close to Katsuki. "It's not Christmas unless the ugly pyjamas are worn." 

Katsuki huffs when Kirishima begins to pepper his jaw and neck with kisses, unable to reach his lips from their current position. "You sappy dork." He sits up, yanking Kirishima further up onto his lap. "Kiss me properly if you want to pull that shit." 

Lips meet as suspires mingle between them. Katsuki can't get enough of the way Kirishima gasps and hums in delight. Brows furrow as they carry out their little game of chasing each other's mouths, determined to be the one to share the last kiss. Hands card through hair and curl around napes. Noses brush in tandem, fitting like perfect pieces in a perfect puzzle. Everything feels so perfect with Kirishima, and Katsuki refuses to have enough, in constant need of more. 

"Okay! Okay. You—mmnh...win, you win!" Kirishima murmurs between the suffocating dance between them.

Katsuki pulls Kirishima close to his chest and begins to stroke his hair. A proud smile stretches his lips. 

They sit in blissful silence, treasuring one another's silence as they watch the rest of the movie. Whether the yawn that escapes Kirishima's mouth is unfortunate or not, Katsuki can't tell. So he waits to hear another yawn that stretches out much longer than the last. "Tired, Mr. Red?" 

"Shush, we all know it's gonna be Mr. and Mr. Bakugou one day," Kirishima blurts, weary from his long day. 

His heart squeezes at the thought, ears scarlet. Katsuki ignores the comment and continues. "Whatever. Need me to turn off the movie?"

Kirishima curls deeper into Katsuki, shaking his head. "Nah. I'm just—I'm totally..."

Peaceful slumber claims him as Katsuki ruffles his hair with a smile. "Merry Christmas, idiot." 

I like how this came out. Did YOU like how this came out? I tinkered with a new writing style you can probably tell I worst motivation in nearly half-way through, haha!! I am elated that you requested this, dear annon! I'll have this posted on my Wattpad and AO3 accounts in case you ever want an easy access to read them again!! Also, YES I did add a Buddy Daddies cameo, I just finished the anime and needed to get it out of my system before the hyper-fixations set it.

By the way...@ao3-shenanigans, I am slowly but surely working through your request! I've been having a few setbacks and other requests flooding in, but I'll get to it as soon as possible!! Thank you everyone for reading!!

[lutethebodies]

LTB Tav Tuesdays: Farago Heli, the Elven Exile

My fifth Tav is a work in progress, because unlike last week's ranger, this ranger has only existed in my homebrew 5e as an NPC, and in this case as the right-hand man of another more plot-important NPC at that. However, expanding on his backstory helped me worldbuild an entire conflict in which he was also a bit player, and I found that compelling to revisit if he were placed front and center. More so than that of the NPC he supported, even.

His name "Farago" (one R) is an obvious nod to the word "farrago" (two Rs): "a confused mixture, hodgepodge or medley." His background is a bit cliché—the taciturn ex-soldier who's "seen some shit"—but that also helps his personality suit his name: a farrago, as it were, of doubts, fears, hopes, and wishes. He's probably the most "man's man" type I'll ever play, but as a modest, competent expert instead of a beefy blowhard, because I have no time for macho crap (and neither does he). The "standard stoic Tav" expressions actually suit him well.

In 5e Farago is a Rogue Scout with the Soldier background, built that way to complement his party leader, a Hunter Ranger. His backstory was all about surviving a major regional conflict—the short but destructive Exiles' War where he'd joined the losing side as a picket—to become a freelance wilderness adventurer "exiled" from any official loyalties. He maintains a calm personality (not emotionless but not volatile) and is haunted by his battlefield experiences.

Farago is committed to people (friends and family, not nations or causes), and will never leave a comrade behind. He remembers every insult and nurses resentment against those who've wronged him, but he made a terrible battlefield mistake that cost many lives, which he cannot forget. Farago looks like an ordinary wood elf aside from his most prominent feature, a deep pink strawberry birthmark covering half his face, which he obscures behind greasy dark hair and wide-brimmed hats.

In BG3 (where of course Scout isn't a subclass) I went with Hunter Ranger with the Archery fighting style, which gets him close enough mechanically (though I do miss that ranged sneak attack). I'm not sure how that would square well with the BG3 story, but as a wood elf maybe he could have been part of the Grove's war against Thorm, and he simply doesn't talk about it much. Halsin is welcome to share those stories, but Farago ain't into it. His solo playthrough sits in Act 3 after finishing the House of Grief, but he's also part of my current multiplayer/multi-Tav current run—a "guys and dolls" raid-the-grove romp with only Cannor, Minthara, and Shadowheart.

Farago's romance is with Shadowheart, because he's patient and slow burns are worth it. In his solo run Minthara chased him at the end of Act 2, but he didn't forget the drow slurring him as "darthirr" during Act 1. Making sand castles with the charmingly awkward neo-Selunite Shadowheart (whom he suspects, but won't say out loud, sees her elven father in him) is much more his jam than any of the other companions. He's currently camped in the Lower City (a great source of new hats), so a big farm or small ranch with this young lady when all the tadpole shit is finished sounds just fine.

[hyah-lian]

@skyloftian-nutcase fanfic, for your Healthcare AU? It's more likely than you think.

I hope it's ok to post it and tag you like this ;;;; that one post yesterday got my brain goin. I hope its not too out of character for your boys or too off base on the situation lol

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The staff section of the cafeteria had been cleared of tables and filled to the brim with CPR mannequins, gym mats, and a small army of staff in various locations around the space. 

A few, like Wars and Time were pacing through with other educators brought in for the training exercise. Others sat, stood, or laid with index cards; acting out or reading off their cards to the handful who were on their turn for acting as triage and treatment.

"Oh oof ouch, I am dying. My sats are unreadable. Oh no," Legend deadpanned from the blue mat on the floor while one of the hospital's newer hires rocked from foot to foot above him.

"Don't panic, breathe," Time raised his voice a little over the din of the emergency preparedness practice.

"And- and check the leads if they are there? And- or call a code for help?" Time nodded and the new hire ran through the motions.

"Cool, alright Wind, so what is the next step?" Twilight grinned and pulled the young respiratory-therapist-in-training's attention back to the scenario at hand.

"Oh, yeah. Geeze, it's pretty loud and busy."

"Emergencies tend to be. You don't have to get it perfect, that's why we do the course."

"Right," Wind nodded and rechecked the card with the scenario information, "well then, uh, little mister bus crash. Your arm is probably broken and my what big bones you have for a second grader."

"Ha-ha. Take it seriously, please."

"I am. Reading the room, this kid wouldn't take kindly to coddling and lying from what I've heard. Plus it's not a red level emergency so-"

Wind laid Twilight's arm on his own legs on top of his folded up sweater. With slow and purposeful movements he held the hand still gently with one of his own, while the other went for the splinting materials in one of the tubs to the side.

"Your arm is going to get a, uhm," Wind furrowed his brow when Wars and another one of the course leaders walked by, "special jacket that'll hug it and help make it feel better until a doctor can get you a cast."

"My card just says 'inconsolable crying', I'm sure you can imagine what that is like."

"No, no Twi- do it right!" 

Legend was propped up on his elbow staring back at the two of them, oh so casually sipping his energy drink while his caretaker was tearing through the provided bins and listening to Time talk them through their panic.

"I'm not taking advice from an unconscious body with an untraceable rhythm that is somehow sitting up and drinking that crap."

"For all you know I'm asleep with detached leads," he stage whispered before slurping obnoxiously.

"I'm going to tie this here and here to help make your arm feel better," Wind half shouted over the other two.

Twilight flipped his behavior card around to show both Wind and Legend the underlined block lettering saying 'inconsolable crying' and shrugging. 

Wind rolled his eyes and the motion took his whole head lolling back on his shoulders in exasperation. Legend, the bug, just snorted. Then, of course, Wars looped back around to watch.

"Okay, one knot," Wind spoke as he continued, "and two. How brave! Quick, Legend! Wiggle your fingers!"

"Wha-"

"Flex those fingies! C'mon!" 

Legend flexed all of one at Wind's smiling face.

"Watch it!" Twi shouted before catching the glare from Wars. "Thats a swear finger. Tsk tsk."

"That's right! You should show him how to properly wiggle your fingers, kiddo," Wind, to his credit, avoided the patronizing tone most of the others put on when working with younger patients.

Sneaky Wind, trying to score extra points. Twilight lifted the splinted arm ever so slightly and wiggled his fingers in a little wave at Legend. One knot slipped and pinched his arm between it and the splint.

"Good use of age appropriate distraction. Mind the location of the knots on the cravat," Wars smiled and made a note on the clipboard he carried.

"Thanks. Patient is breathing fine, and I'm guessing you still standing here is like, another doctor showing up to take over? Or that I just did enough? I'd still try to sling it for real though, right?" Wind asked.

"Yes, a bit of both. If this was a true mass MVC once you got to this point and had the child safe and supervised, I would suggest you move on to other patients after retying the knot to avoid pinching. Sorry to shove you along so fast, looks like you're all having a great time but we need to keep this moving. Here is your next patient, over there."

Wind took the paper slip and his eyes followed Wars' motion. He slapped his palm into Twilight's hair and gave it a thorough messing-up before moving on.

"Watch it-!" Twi called after him, undoing the splint and resetting the bins for the next waiting person.

"Legend," Time's voice, a warning.

"Okay, okay!" He laid back down, "Ah, oof. I am so unconscious. My breathing is shallow, it's there but shallow, ok? You don't need to crack my ribs for real this time."

"Worst actor, isn't he?" Wild dropped off another bin of equipment and handed Twilight a new stack of cards for the next scenario before moving on to deliver other equipment to the different stations.

[izzy-b-hands]

finally broke into one of my new syringes (still have some old ones, but figured hey i should try them for this shot)

Tw for bitching abt medical shit/my injs below the cut

and i just. why is my doc intentionally making this harder. I ask for 3ml syringes bc it's what im used to and know how to draw up. She agreed to that, so i never checked my new ones bc why should i? she listened, she sent in for 3mls, right?

NOPE. fucking 1 ml which means figuring out the draw up has required online searching to make sure it's right, and bonus! everything I've found doesn't recommend it for T bc it's such a slow inj to begin with, and 'many feel it takes longer to inject in smaller syringes designed mainly for IV use, which lessens compliance with injection schedules in some'

And i hate how it looks. it looks like so much more, and i know that's stupid bc it isn't, it's the same amount as usual, but the sight of it is v much involved in me getting my injs done with my fear of needles. I know, again, I KNOW planned parenthood is dealing with not enough funding, hands on staff, etc, but does that really prevent you from listening to your patient and trying to help them with shit like this? bc i don't think it should. I'm still forever grateful they've been helping me keep my T going until I find a primary care doc, but at the same time...what the fuck? I said this would be an issue, and i need to stay with my usual supplies. If that was an issue for them, i was willing to buy syringes myself from the medical gear shop I've used for extra supplies before (that will ship out here, I've checked.) Why won't she just fucking. listen, and talk to me? if all she could do was 1 ml syringes, fine, BUT FUCKING TELL ME THAT BEFORE SO I CAN JUST BUY MY OWN

Like. I will get this done. ill use these crap syringes up bc I refuse to waste them.

But now I'm overly nervous and worried im gonna fuck it up with the new syringe, or that it will hurt more or take even longer to inject than usual, so my hands are too shaky to do it! im already a day late with it, and I'd bet ten bucks I wont be able to calm myself enough to do it until tomorrow. Yes, this is also autism bs of needing things the same but like. I've had to do a lot of adjusting since last year, and have made efforts to accept changes and sporadic things. it's been hard as fuck, but I've fucking done it. so why can't i have one fucking thing like this stay the same? just my inj supplies, that's it! I'll accept and deal with other changes but for fuck's sake, she KNOWS I'm nervous abt fucking up my injections (bc i always want them to go well so i get as much med in me as i can, with minimal tracking out after it), why the fuck wouldn't she at least tell me if she was limited in syringes/what she can rx?

Why don't docs listen when i talk, and why won't they just talk and be honest with me like a fucking adult. is that honestly so fucking difficult?

Apparently so 🙃

[gissyfanime]

A lot to unpack (An update to tell in the time and place.)

So, it's been a while since my last update but I have been wanting to talk about some stuff for a bit.

Firstly, I want to thank you all who follow me who has been very patient with me. Sometimes I'm not even patient with myself, truth be told. Secondly, in the past couple of weeks, I have been in a sorta rut when it comes creative works in general, Not to say I haven't been productive, the Fanime Realm website (despite some down periods) has been going very well. Just when it comes to my own projects, I'm just stuck on the floor at least until recently.

Carrot Fluffs Remake

I won't lie, I had been down creatively with due to things piling up from the period where the VA for Hirtemio and Soepekia couldn't do his lines due to computer issues to factors that made me want to get a new voice cast for everyone except those two characters to the idea of all of this under the time frame for the 10th anniversary for original fanime. I just feel a lil' burnt out with this specifically that I kinda wanna save it for the 11th anniversary. It's a shame since the #10 is the magic number but really, I do think it is for the best.

which leads me to something that I something that I kinda wanna bring up

Xariko's Tetris Mayhem

Okay… sooo, this fucking fanime. If you couldn't already tell, yes, the YT Channel hosting Xariko's Tetris Mayhem (Moeblob Crapshoot) is being run by me. So, for this fanime specifically just kinda went out of fucking no where and there are reasons for that. Aside from what I am about to get into for the next section, I wanted to make a fanime that started with the letter "X" (the fact there was none of that in the FR website was bothering the shit outta me for the longest while, SABEDGBEFKDBJOWEJWQO) Initially, I was hoping someone else would've done that but given everyone else has lives, I've decided to be the change I wanted to be. This is a more casual series, it's gonna be part me venting about certain this via "metaphors", part my obsession with Tetris, and part sudo-Yumejoshi stuff. Now, why start up new YT channel for this fanime?

Well…

General Stuff + Decentralization

You see, I have been feeling a bit of pressure (that I have kinda put upon myself, just to be clear.) when it comes to being able to complete a fanime. For those not in the now, I am one of the very few people within the fanime community that has a crap ton of finished series. Now granted, a lot of them are in the format I like to come back to since 2014 (The Visual Novel Style Format) but a lot of folks (at least in some fanime discords) do look up to me for having that many finished projects. And while I am happy that I am able to keep that reputation….. another part of me is like "….Oh shit… I have a reputation to keep…. oh dear lord". Soooo, that's why the main reason why I made Moeblob Crapshoot; it's a more relaxed channel for me to not having to worry about finishing a fanime. And don't worry, I will still upload to Eva Charat Staff as it is a channel for finished fanime (as well as wanting to get better with my animation skills, as slow as that is.); it's just Moeblob Crapshoot is will before fanime not in either of that ballpark.

Now, I know some folks are going to have their eyebrows raised with this decision, especially for those that want to keep their works more centralized but really, I'm not exactly the only person within the fanime community who make a separate channel for specific type of fanimes that is not on their main fanime channels. And plus, you wanna hear a not-secret? Before Moeblob Crapshoot was even a thing in my mind and sometime last year, I wanted to make two separate YT Channels for animations and other stuff I wouldn't want centralized on Eva Charat Staff. This was way before I came up with an actually good solution to my personal dilemma by planning on having those projects be exclusive to sites like WeVidi and Newgrounds respectively.

Anyways, sorry for this long read but I hope ya'll understand where I'm coming from. Hope you have a good one at take care.

[astutior]

private ARMIN ARLERT from attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin. canon compliant. multi-verse. multi-ship. not spoiler free. originally established in 2013; resurrected again in 2024. penned with love by mouse.

𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 ∙ 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠 ∙ 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 ∙ 𝑃𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑

01. This is a mutuals only, 18+ account. Anyone over the age of 18 is welcome to follow, but I will only be interacting with mutuals at this time. Mun is 30+.

02. Untagged spoilers— some very major— will be present here. Proceed with caution if you haven't finished the series.

03. AoT is full of dark themes, and I enjoy exploring that type of content. Violence, psychological trauma, substance abuse, nsfw, and other content of that nature will probably make an appearance here. If we're mutuals and there's something specific you need/want tagged, please let me know. I'll be happy to accommodate.

04. I'm most comfortable writing in canon verse when it comes to Armin, but I'm very much open to AUs as well. If you have an idea, don't be afraid to toss it at me!

05. Any and all ships established here will take place in separate universes unless stated otherwise. Please talk to me if you're interested in shipping. Assumptions and forced shipping will not be appreciated.

06. To expand on the topic of shipping, chemistry between muses is super important to me, but that doesn't mean I'm not down for some dysfunction & toxicity. I eat that stuff up so don't be afraid to dish it out.

07. I work full time and write for fun, so replies will sometimes often be slow. Please bear with me and be patient!

08. Most importantly, please be kind. Show myself and all of our fellow writers respect. I won't tolerate bullying or drama of any kind, and if I find out you've played a part in any of that crap you will be blocked.

ABOUT THE MUN

You can call me Mouse. She/her. 33. Pisces. INFP. Big dumb loser who cries a lot. I live in New England with my fiance and a bunch of pets: dog, cat, blue tongue skink, tree frogs, bearded dragon, two fish, and a snail. As you may have already guessed, I love all kinds of animals (and I will talk your ear off about them if given the chance). Aside from AoT, some other fandoms I enjoy are HunterxHunter and Genshin Impact, but I only write for AoT. If you'd like to add me on discord to plot or chat, feel free to ask for my username. c:

If you made it this far, thanks for reading all that! I look forward to writing with you. ♡

[the-firebird69]

It's a large bunch of people out here who are very rude to us and to our son entitled to true the whole bunch and they look like idiots and basically are. And is also it looks like Trump and he just stopped making stuff they expected everything to go his way with nothing and that's a fool. You started bombing he started bombing the whole planet with his relatives bones. He was starting to figure it out. You might be this idiot who thinks you can get rid of everyone and you said it and people don't want to be around them or he himself and it comes across people trying to avoid him. He's a juvenile and doesn't really have a way to do anything this is demanding stuff who said this morning the clothes will just clobber everyone and it's going to be left up to us because this airhead that says he doesn't need anything so going after him and we're taking him down and he's out here and fisherman's village being a loser and we're going to punish him for it is a massive idiot follow the sun around demanding stuff saying ridiculous things. And he's a huge bully against other people who can beat him to death I'm sick of that piece of crap it takes up way too much time and isn't nothing. My son says there's probably a bunch of them all over the world and they did need to be occupied doing something that doesn't seem like that guy is occupied doing anything so turn it around today and we said that, they're too hard to occupy the two dangerous when they're occupied it's not worth occupying them and they're full of hatred and animosity for practically everyone answers it's the trumpsters and their kids and they're vulgar really rude and stupid it took them aside and question them and it came out in a hearty laugh and all sorts of dumb stuff so we're just going to go after them. And we will make sure that they pay for what they're doing I heard it yesterday too was screaming all the stuff and her son and daughter said just what the hell is all that crap supposed to do it doesn't sound like anything to us except the pilot gibberish they're going on and on about it day after day looks like a mental patient that's what they sound like people who want to get rid of everybody in the mental hospital that's ridiculous. And they're losers they think it's all working I got to tell you I don't think it's a great plan and we don't either. And we're going to take them out of the picture and we're going to make sure we've got a few more programs that started I'm going to add a couple and we need recruits these people are almost spent and need to go and it's the terrorism aspect of it too as they get smaller they become more desperate in their and they are predisposed to be desperate we're going to do it now

Thor Freya

I got to say something he's putting up with a lot of aggravating comments and thoughts and attacks and I know cuz I sit here and watch and listen it's just an enormous number I see us handling some of them but boys they're just pouring it on still and they're getting crippled this morning and yesterday and day before they've been getting destroyed their base is ruined people who are in the public areas are getting killed I mean Jesus there's horrible

Hera

Have a lot going on they're in the 18th ring fighting and they're up to the 17th and they're trying to get in here from other areas in Florida and they're trying to bring in in troops here it doesn't look like they're very successful. Going towards the 18th ring fast with James numbers of troops and it is a huge effort and it is just a giant number okay and the pseudo empire is mobilizing ships for defense tons of spaceships and they're moving here they're going to fight them on the ground and Tommy f will be engaged that's something that's very big happening today

Thor Freya

Another news it looks like the launch might be taking place Thursday night they're not revving up anything right now and evacuations have slowed and it's on and they're going to increase because the clones are trying to get hardware and manufacturing equipment lots of it and is heavy fighting that will ensue in within the hour and they will evacuate in large numbers. The flow rate from the twenties and thirties and now 40s offshore is increasing we're probably only down two inches however from the clams on the piers but shortly that will change we think they plan to remove them from the inside and that is later on today and tonight and we think it'll drop another 2 in for real four inches is definitely important also when it drops the flow rate increases and digs out more of the manure in the middle of the river and harbor even around the bend we expect another foot or two possibly by tomorrow morning and those things are moving along but slowly there are a number of ships left and it's quite a few but we are approaching Friday we think Thursday night or Friday night might be the stone ship lunch and that's a lot of ships

-the attitude is bad the Chrysler corporation is angry and we could care less we're going to take it over we already have half of their assembly equipment we're going for another third then the next few days and we will assume control of the company and begin production probably within a week. There's a few more things that we're going to note he will keep coming by and saying stupid things to us in space and what they said to our son and it's just ridiculous I don't want to hear it anymore with you people stay home or try and say something normal because I'm going to beat you to death just because you're dumb and don't know you need a car or dirt bike I mean you're trying to get all these dirt bikes together can you figure it out you're saying you should buy these you freaking morons

-he's got a routine it helps seriously they're going after their own stupid Honda groms while they're trying to retrofit them bigger tires that are Enduro or off-road bigger rims and sprockets mostly they're going nuts with it I found out it was a lot faster and it's probably only 100 million in Florida but they're trying to get them here from all over the place you would not believe it

Thor Freya again

Olympus

[regrettablewritings]

Hi!😁 I'll give you another ship with my dear Lucifer morningstar from Lucifer cuz as it turns out I'm a hoe for a lot of characters but what can ya do? Thank you!

Aw hell yii, somebody's talkin' my lingo! 😎

Who the fuck put the Peeps in the microwave?: Lucifer. And no, it's not because he actually likes them or is curious about what would happen; he's seen plenty of Youtube videos enough to know exactly what happens. No . . . It's far more malicious . . . Generally speaking, you don't like the constant comparison of cats to the devil. But after getting to actually meet The Devil, you think that those believers might be on to something. Lucifer's whorey ways bleeds into his need for attention like red bleeds into white in the wash, and he's completely shameless about it. For example, if he feels like you may be focusing too much on work or, gasp, other people besides him, you run the risk of encountering a very . . . mischievous Luci. Not that he's not already a prankster, but he somehow becomes a bit more childish. Catlike in some respects. He puts your mugs up higher than what you can normally reach without having to climb on the countertop. He joins you at your kitchen table while you're reading over files for work and puts on his most angelic face, insisting he just wants to keep you company and will be as quiet as vermin in Dear Old Dad's house . . . then proceed to obnoxiously click a pen while pretending to solve a word problem, or eat cheese puffs obnoxiously loud. And then . . . the Peeps: The absolute prettyboy bastard used your microwave as a casualty of war, plopping the unplated, mutant-colored marshmallows directly on the glass and letting them go. To be fair, it technically didn't ruin anything. But at least he had your attention now -- because after fussing at him for making a mess, you were currently supervising him scrubbing not only the effected areas of the glass dish, but the rest of the microwave as well. Unfortunately, you can't say a lesson was really learned because now Luci knows that if he wants to get a rise out of you, what he needs is a bunch of candies from the bargain bin.

Who forgot to put the cat out before sex?: It's not that either of you forgot the cat was there -- it was that Lucifer wanted the bloody animal to give the both of you some privacy. And because Lucifer forgot the cat was there. He was simply too busy embracing you in a liplock and laying you down on the couch to notice the glaring eyes of the cat you had rescued from the shelter. Thankfully, you two didn't get very far before the lovingly-named Lucipurr released a meow, indicating that he had become flesh and bone in the few hours it had been since you'd last fed him. Suffice to say, after a startled Lucifer flung himself off of you and onto the floor, nearly breaking his ass on the coffee table (and the laughing fit that had induced on your end), the mood was killed. For the next fifteen minutes, that is. The next time he tried anything, Lucifer made sure that his efforts would be continued in the bedroom (but not before he did a complete check of every nook and cranny in there to make sure the furry bastard wasn't trying anything).

Who posts Vines/TikToks of the other doing embarrassing shit?: Lucifer absolutely lacks boundaries. The moment he discovered smartphones, social media, and all their potential, he was all in and recording as many videos of friends and coworkers as he could in as many awkward or unideal situations as they came. You felt bad for Dan being his constant target, but you were somewhat sure that Dan felt bad for you in a way: After all, you were dating the freaking guy and yet Lucifer had few qualms about posting a video of you, drunkenly singing karaoke in what was supposed to be a private room? Harsh.

Who breaks the most phones?: Lucifer does. He's not necessarily careless, but his part-time occupation does lead him to circumstances that tend to put his phone in danger. You, Chloe, Dan, literally everyone has told him to just leave his phone in the car if he's going to get it broken that often while on the job, but the dumbass never learns. Not that he really seems to care all that much: With his wealth, he can always buy a new one. Though, the only times he gets frustrated is when photos or videos don't quite make it to the transfer and things get lost along the way. Funny photos, suggestive videos, photos and videos of you . . . Photos and videos of you being funny or suggestive . . . Downright pornographic videos he had recorded of you -- Though don't worry: He's sure you'll be more than happy to help recreate the latter. He'd gladly help you . . .

Who dies first?: It should go without saying. It really should. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. Lucifer was always one to get caught up in his indulgences, after all: Somewhere along the way, he must've gotten too swept up in the thrill, the feeling of adoration. He tells himself this but it's really just denial. Closer to the truth is that it all really was just denial: He denied the idea that you would ever leave him, that you would ever die. Luci was never good with his own thoughts and feelings, but the way you made him feel was nearly enough to convince him that, in some way, you would just plain live forever. But of course, this was not the case: It didn't matter that you were fantastical enough to love and be loved by the Devil; you were still very much a human. Very much mortal. So susceptible to things like time and illness and injury. Lucifer was the King of Indulgences. It was extremely rare for him to experience regret. But when your time inevitably ran out, remorse filled him like smoke filled his lungs with every cigarette he ran through from the moment your funeral arrangements were decided. He could never regret knowing you, as much as part of him thought doing so would spare him this pain. He tried to think of how much better he might've been had he never met you, and it always felt like he was stuck in his own personal Hell Loop with everything going wrong over and over no matter how hard he tried to change it. He regretted that for as much time as he lived up with you, he felt like he didn't use nearly enough of that time to just . . . enjoy you. You in your mortality, your fleeting beauty and love that would nonetheless haunt him for however long he might go on for. So maybe . . . for eternity? This didn't feel like his own personal Hell Loop: This was his own personal Hell Loop. And until he learned to forgive himself, it would never end. So he'd be stuck here for maybe . . . eternity.

Which one I could see as being lactose intolerant: Neither. Unless they get brought down to mortal enough, Celestials generally don't suffer ailments, let alone from things like food allergies.

Who thinks they can do something really well even though they can't?: Lucifer . . . It's not that he's not smart. But by Dad, he is lacking in so much self-awareness that it can be maddening. He thinks he's pretty good at following Dr. Linda's advice (and, to an extent, he's progressing). But the fact of the matter is, he's incredibly troubling at best. Not nearly as bad as some patients, mind you, but when Linda admitted to you that one or two sessions of Lucifer completely misinterpreting her advice nearly drove her to consider adding a secret bar into her desk, you believed her and didn't blame her for one bit.

Who is more likely to get kicked out of bed?: Lucifer is a changed devil. But it's a very slow change. You're more than happy to understand and accept this, but that doesn't mean you have to let him and his issues walk all over you. Sometimes, the big dummy just says or does things without thinking -- or because he thought too hard and thought this was the best decision to avoid further strife. And you try to be patient with him about these tendencies, you really do. But that doesn’t erase your ability to be upset by these habits, or your right to be. And no amount of him buttering you up is going to be acceptable, even when he comes by your place, armed with a dish he so thoughtfully prepared for you. Nope, he can literally go to Hell with that (really, you’re sure the demons there would appreciate a nice beef wellington); you just need some space. Ironically, this may create a cycle wherein his need to make you happy again and have your attention on him drives him to constantly hover around you and attempt to win you over, which in turn just further frustrates you. It’ll likely keep going until you either snap or a loved one pulls Luci to the side and gives him a heads up that maybe he should respect your boundaries. After all, intention isn’t the problem here: It’s the actions taken. And as much as it hurts him knowing that he accidentally hurt you, he has to respect your need for time to cool off. He forces himself to go back to his place and tries to think less about how he feels and more about how you might feel, and try to work out ways to avoid similar incidents in the future. And even though the conclusions he comes to may not be perfect, you at least respect the effort -- particularly when he next sees you, no longer armed with snacks from your favorite bakery or bouquet-carrying teddy bears. Instead, all he has is an apology. It’s sheepish, and it feels foreign to someone who rarely experiences shame or regret, but you know his whole heart is in it even if he himself doesn’t understand entirely why that is. Which is good because that’s just part one of the process; part two involves him warming up that spot in your bed that’s reserved for him!

Who uses the computer the most?: You, absolutely. Lucifer's adorably but altogether completely crap when it comes to technology. Besides, he can easily find other things with which to amuse himself, and doing the paperwork is for other people anyway.

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CHEERS TO US >> JUYEON

⍣ genre: fluff; slice of life; comfort!au

⍣ warnings: none

⍣ pairing: juyeon x reader

⍣ word count: 2.7k

⍣ collab: This is for the collab Summer Love - The Boyz from lovie @bangchan-fairy

⍣ charlie’s notes: juyeon is here! i did a comfort au so you guys can read it to feel better always uwu, this lovely banner was made by the precious @halliney

⍣ summary: juyeon needs to talk to someone, you appear with a glass of wine ready to make his life a little better.

This was his second night in this bar, he would never have expected himself to be alone in a small town drinking beer with snacks on a friday night. But he was desperate and he had to do something, his mind needed to relax.

He has a beer in his hand as he smiles back at the pretty ladies that pass by his table and look at him with desire and interest. JuYeon likes the attention but turns down any invitation to go to another table or even to hotel rooms, he already has a target and is not interested in anyone else.

At least tonight.

Because his target is special, he wouldn't be able to talk about this to the other girls.

Usually summer vacations are all about relaxing after the hard work of a whole year, thinking about all the goals he has reached and the new goals he wants to set for himself. But not this time, he gulps down all the beer and sighs.

JuYeon feels trapped in some kind of existential crisis thinking about if what he is doing is correct and if his life is turning out the way he wanted. Usual stuff that makes young people think a lot.

He is just here waiting for the girl that said would be here around the same time as yesterday, where she literally just came to take care of a drunk friend who was heartbroken. He wasn’t heartbroken but her words certainly had some healing effect on him and he seemed really anxious to talk to her or...

...to anyone really. He is used to being the one who is reliable and the man all his friends go to have some type of advice or comforting words. And being him the friend in need? Hell no.

The irony on him not being able to ask for help or even having the strenght to let out all his weak thoughts is stupid and makes him smile bitterly against his beer. He wonders what the hell he is actually doing here, maybe he is desperate for some comforting words coming from a wise stranger.

“Are you really drowning in alcohol for a woman that cheated on you, idiot?” It was late and the only thing he could hear was the voice of the girl that just entered the bar, she waved at the bartender and he finally noticed the loud sobbing of the wasted man that was two tables apart from him, his whining was part of the whole mood of the bar so JuYeon didn’t even pay attention to the scandal, his own problems were loud enough in his head. He turned his attention to them when the crazy wasted man hiccups and finally shuts up, not even the bartender or the other drunken friends of his could do it. The scene was pretty unforgettable: a tall strong drunk man that was pretty aggressive when someone asked him to lower his voice while sitting down holding a glass of vodka is now hugging the waist of the woman that just called him an idiot. But your next words made his mind explode, he wonders if he is as drunk as the crying guy there.

“If you want to scream, do it to let go, cheer yourself up and move on, don’t just drink and act like an asshole with people.”

Random but effective words. He expects her to mock the man there, instead she hugs him back and pets his hair and talks with a gentle voice but it also sounded strong. JuYeon found her words weird and comforting even if they weren't directed to him or even to anyone to hear he was just close to them and it was pretty late so there was little noise and he could eavesdrop. “Let’s go, you can cry at my house. I won’t look, I promise~ Then we will be sober, you are going to write down all your happy feelings, smile at them and that’s it. The other paper with all the bad feelings is going to be burnt and we are going to kick ass, ok?”

She didn’t make a fuss of it, the woman just petted his friend’s hair until he calmed down and probably passed out when the bartender came to her. “Y/N! You are the drunk whisperer, that was awesome! Why don’t we put him to bed, he can stay the night up in my room and you have some snacks here? I haven’t seen you in weeks!”

“I would love to have a snack from my favorite bartender but the taxi is waiting for me to let my drunk one at home, I promise I will come tomorrow at this exact time. I’ll eat like crazy I promise!”

JuYeon came here at the exact same hour.

He isn’t sure why he came because he didn’t know anyone or had planned anything really, he just hopes you read his mind and approach him to talk about your weird speech that made him feel good for no reason. Or something like that at least.

So when you appear, he notices something.

He is completely sober tonight and doesn’t know what to do to approach you. You are a pretty woman indeed but you intimidate him for some awkward reason. He feels like an idiot but it feels like you are going to read him like a book after looking him in the eyes. So JuYeon stands up and goes to the restroom to gain courage, he will do what he knows best: being a charming perfect boy.

A bit of flirting, maybe a date. That’s all he needs to have a little conversation with you.

"Jacob, can you please stop staring at the random guy? Is he that good looking? Your eyes are glued to him." You laugh as you eat the snacks your friend put on the bar for you to eat as you chat about a whole month of not seeing each other.

"Dude, this guy comes and kills all the ladies. But he is looking at your way too much, I own this place~ He wants something and I will not offer you as a tribute." Jacob follows the tall man's steps with his gaze, he stops when he sees his figure disappear in the restroom. His face is recognizable because well, he is quite handsome for the girls that asked a lot for him that came only yesterday and Jacob just said he is a regular to gain a few more female clients. Actually, he never saw him before and it's a big no for you to even look at his direction.

"Ok but stop staring and what makes you think I'll agree to something? I just want to have this awesome glass of wine as I talk to you about our Sunwoo and his broken heart." He laughs as he wipes the glasses that were recently washed. "I want to slap some sense back to him."

"He needs some time. Let's just be patient with his wailing at least this week, he needs to let it all out." There is this untold secret that only Jacob knows too: your feelings for the guy you took home drunk last night were strong and you decided to let Sunwoo go so your heart was also healing, it was a slow and silent process that was shut by a glass of bitter wine. You would always drink a glass of wine when your feelings were out of control as Sunwoo falls hard and easily and suffers too because of girls.

"Is this your last glass of wine?"

"Of the bitter one, yes. My heart and my liver are all good now, I'll take sweeter things this time." Jacob smiles and nods, he understands and pats your head. A client comes in and he excuses himself to go attend them.

"Is this seat taken?" JuYeon asks and when you look at him, he shows his biggest smile. You pat the seat next to him. "My ego usually needs an extra seat but I guess you can take it." He seems taken aback for the quick answer but he quickly smirks triumphantly and sits next to you. You've met him before but apparently he doesn't remember you.

"May I offer you a drink?"

"No, because this is my last glass of alcohol but we can share snacks as you seem lonely." JuYeon must feel like a champ because he sticks his tongue out sexily and nods, grabbing a toothpick that holds a little cube of cheese on your plate and eats it. "You don't remember me?"

"Is that a pick up line? Because I'm trying to think of one that will make you swoon."

"So you don't." You see JuYeon’s mind wandering at your smirk and trying to read something in your eyes.

It was indeed unexpected a target to flirt back or to be this mysterious because- Wait.

Holy crap.

You caress SunWoo's hair as he blacks out completely on his bed. Of course you feel bad for him, you treasure him a lot but your heart is finally at peace, you’ll be there to pick up the pieces of his oftenly broken heart but yours who used to suffer in silence is okay now. You let him go just as you kept your crush on him. In a blissful secret.

"I'll be right here for you. And I'm voicing out this because it's over and you are half-dead. I liked you so much it's crazy how I could keep it to myself. My crush on you is over and it was beautiful for me and our friendship stays strong as always." You smile at his passed out figure and make him company until his cousin appears to take care of him and calls a taxi for you. The taxi will wait for you in the convenience store as you wanted to buy some things, it’s pretty late but this small town is safe, or at least this neighborhood is.

"I'll have these cereal boxes and these snacks please."

"Is SunWoo still sad for that bad ex- girlfriend? He used to come here and buy her favorite snacks all happily until yesterday when he just bought beers with swollen eyes. We talked for a bit as his first question was why women were so unfaithful."

"Oh really? He came crying? Oh dear, this guy… Yeah, he is a sad single person now. Hopefully, he will cheer up quickly as always. He is now half-dead so he won’t feel any pain." The old lady who attends there knows you because you hang out a lot with Sunwoo and Jacob who lives nearby too. She nods and laughs until he stares over your shoulder.

"Me! Me! I want snacks too! I'm lonely, we can share them!" A man behind you makes you startle with his loud voice as you are paying your stuff, you turn around and find the cute man you saw at Jacob's bar. He is more than tipsy, his cheeks are red and he has droopy eyelids. "I heard you talk to the crybaby~ Talk to me too!"

"Young man, you are drunk. Go to your house!" The lady explains she saw him coming with luggage and he is staying at the house in front of your sad friend. He is pretty quiet and always arrives at the store early with hangovers asking for ramen, she points out he is indeed a gentleman and he must be here for summer vacations so party nights must be his thing or something.

"I'm not a young man, I'm JuYeon sweet lady. I wonder where my money went, my whole wallet disappeared just like my motivation to do stuff." He huffs and you laugh sharing one of your snacks. “Is this for me? You are so sweet, can you be my life mentor? I’ll treat you well I swear!” The store lady laughs at the cute behavior the drunk handsome man has and hushes you as she sees your taxi at the entry. “Wait! Don’t go, I’m trying to propose, drunk whisperer!”

JuYeon’s seductive mood dissipates with the beer foam in his glass. He wonders how the blackout and don’t remembering a single thing after getting drunk should have its negative side. Like this moment, he feels so embarrassed but of course, his stoic face remains the same.

“Oh God, this is so embarrassing. I can’t even pretend I don’t remember stealing your snack, can I?” You shake your head and clink your glass of wine with his glass of beer. “Well, I guess I should use my drunk self to start a conversation.”

And he did, JuYeon initially tried to start a casual little conversation to ask about you and stuff but he ended up spilling about why he is in a small town searching for some peace but apparently it’s his mind the chaotic one instead of the city and its loudness. When he started speaking about it, there’s this feeling of a really heavy load slowly leaving his shoulders and maybe he understands now the american movies that use this plot about talking about your problems with a stranger. He felt relieved, JuYeon is the kind of guy that seems impassive at everything around him and he is praised a lot because of his drive and his determination of not give a single fuck.

But he cares. He notices everything around him. And feeling like he could appear vulnerable sounds awful, just thinking about it makes him regret even approaching you. JuYeon suddenly falls silent, half studying your reactions and half awkwardly shutting up because this was too much information.

"Sometimes a lot of thoughts just turn in a big skein. It's okay to feel weird about it too." You said emphatically (or at least that's his conclusion as you don't mock or roll your eyes), he can't help but stare at you. He was right all these hours thinking about you and your words, his drunk self was right too. You can be a life mentor. The conversation ends when Jacob introduces himself and says he is going to close the bar and that if JuYeon is even trying to talk more with you, he needs to promise he will let Jacob chop his head off if he does something inappropriate.

"Date me."

“No?”

“No, why would I?” This is the fourth night of a long conversation about life and deep topics he thought no one would want to talk about, JuYeon forgot about seduction tips after the second night of just one beer and lots of good talking. He feels comfortable and his mind thinks less of his apparent poor self worth and he now feels encouraged. “If you feel happy singing and being a performer, why are you doubting?”

Good question.

He wants to date you.

It’s kind of impulsive coming from him and basically you two are already hanging out meeting in Jacob’s bar every night. He wasn’t expecting you to say no that easily, it’s shocking and honestly sexy, his ego feels slapped too.

“What?”

“Yeah, we clearly have a mental connection and yes, you are pretty attractive” You say like it's pretty obvious. "But why would I date you?"

"Because… I don't want to eat alone?"

"...and?"

"And I am kind of attracted to you and your amazing brain?"

"...and?"

"Because I feel like you are pretty as fuck and also a friend I will treasure a lot and I will probably scream because I don't know if Jacob is your friend or your boyfriend?"

"What?" You laugh at his sudden confession and at his reaction that seems pretty surprised at his own words. "Well, that kind of convinced me."

"You always make me talk, it's embarrassing and really interesting. How am I supposed to meet another person like you- Wait, I convinced you?" You nod and feel your cheeks heating up as he stares at you and laughs happily.

You can be a life mentor and he will protect you from everything. Maybe you could be a couple.

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 9

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER NINE

For the first time in your life, you awoke in your own pool of sweat and with the fresh thoughts of Bucky as he managed to scoop you up with his strong lean arms and take you right then and there at the kitchen counter in your wild, vivid memory of dreams.

You blamed Nat for this. If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't even have inappropriate thoughts towards Bucky. Yes, you did notice his strong masculine exterior, jaw sharp as a killer's knife, body as strong as a boulder, and legs that could easily kill but did you have any thoughts on advancing towards him? No, absolutely not. He was Peter's stepbrother for crying out loud. But last night, something changed in the laws of physics. It was as if two resting bodies silently reacted to one another without a sudden force acting upon the two.

That morning, you didn't dare find out if Bucky was still in your apartment. You skipped your morning run and headed up towards the rooftop using the ladder right outside your window with a hot cup of coffee in your hand (which spilled a bit on the way up, by the way) and enjoyed the scent and sight of the dirtier part of New York City -- all its damp, cigarette covered pavements.

For the next few days, you saw no sign of Bucky. He hadn't been in the bar or in your apartment, as much as you wished he would stop by once in a while. But then, you would hear Peter talk to him on the phone every single night.

You never thought Bucky's lack of presence would start to bother you. It wasn't just the feelings of sudden desire you had for him but also the weird time you shared together -- as if you were just old friends catching up. You found it absolutely crazy how a lot of things just happened in the course of a day.

You wanted to ask Peter about Bucky's whereabouts, just a casual slip of "Hey, where's Bucky?" but you never dared to ask. So when Peter blabbed during a movie night that Bucky had been way too busy managing some business meetings, gatherings, and whatnots ever since he got back in the city, you were more than glad.

Nat had been coming to the bar every night ever since Tuesday, picking up extra shifts. She kept badgering you about Bucky this and Bucky that. She was one of the reasons why you couldn't keep Bucky out of your head. Her sudden long shifts at the bar wasn't only because she was so invested with your nonexistent dating life or, to her, a possibility of one with Bucky, but because she and Steve were secretly hooking up. Of course, she didn't tell you that. It's not like she needed to, anyway. It only took one sniff of Steve's strong scent on hers for you to find out.

Every passing day at the bar felt so slow and the same. The only thing that changed was Peter rejecting a drink on one Thursday night.

"Woah, what got your knickers on a twist?" You asked as soon as he approached the counter.

"I'm just not in the mood, y/n." He sighed. "Can I just have a glass of water, please?"

"Of course. Coming right up." You slid the glass of water on the counter towards him, your fingers drumming against the thick wood. "So, what's bothering you?"

He looked up at you with sulky eyes. "Oh god, you really are a bartender."

"And your best friend. So, what's up?"

He shook his head nothing, sipping the glass of water like a scotch.

His little act was unconvincing. Especially that he didn't try hard enough to conceal whatever he was feeling.

"Parker." You insisted. "Come on, what's up?"

"You see right through me, y/n."

"Don't flatter me too much," you rolled your eyes, "you're just easy to read."

But Peter was also stubborn as a bull. He wouldn't budge or give you any clue on what was bothering him. You thought that leaving him as you tended to other bargoers would eventually give him time to change his mind but you were proven wrong. It itched your brain that he wouldn't tell you whatever it was. You usually told each other everything. But then again, you haven't really been open with him with your growing desire for his stepbrother -- which, you hoped you never would, as you hoped all those feelings would eventually go away and keep it in a state of latency.

Peter stood by his ground, consuming no ounce of alcohol and keeping his mouth shut the rest of the night. You knew when to keep away from other people's business, even if it was your best friend's. You did try to make his evening lighter though, checking up on him and telling some old, classic bartender stories, seeing as he was clearly in an uncomfortable state but all he kept telling you was: "You're killing me, y/n. You're absolutely killing me."

You felt a heavy feeling on your chest with his surprisingly fierce tone. You urged him to go home after that, so he did.

"Dick." You mumbled after he left.

Nick walked towards the counter. "What's wrong with your roommate?"

"Wish I could tell you."

You and Nick have been getting along well despite you rejecting him. Nat kept telling you it was a way of manipulating you or some sort, to get you close to him but nothing has really happened ever since he asked you out. There wasn't a change in mood in the atmosphere, or even the way he treated you. Just some good colleagues working together.

The next night, Peter was more in the mood and even apologized to you for the way he behaved last night. "Now, for some great news."

"Does this mean you're having a drink?" You asked.

He nodded eagerly and patiently waited for his beer. Once he got his cold sip, he continued talking: "So, I've been really in a slump lately because I'm kind of lovesick. But then -- "

"Wait, what did you say?" You knitted your brows together, catching the last word he said. "Did you say lovesick? You son of a bitch, are you in love?"

"Language!" Out of nowhere, Steve yelled over the buzzing noises inside the bar. You snickered and he just gave you a look before he disappeared back into his office.

He is such a grandpa.

Peter chuckled. "To be honest, I have been for a very long time."

Your jaw dropped on the floor, ears all perked up, wanting to hear every detail of this. "And you never thought to tell me? Parker, I've been your best friend since forever. Why the hell wouldn't you tell me?"

"Because..." He trailed off, avoiding your stare. "It's not that big a deal."

"Okay, was this after that bitch Denise?"

"Actually, waaaay before that."

"Oh wow, that long, huh?" You replied. "Oh my god, is it someone we know from college? Shit, is it MJ?"

"No, it's not!" He replied. "And I'm not telling you who because I don't have actual plans on pursuing her." He sighed through his nose while taking a big sip of his beer. He brought down the bottle on the counter with a loud thud.

"So, it's a girl."

He grunted in reply.

You laughed. "So, why not pursue her?" You asked while multitasking. You handed a bowl of peanuts to the man beside Peter who was asking for it. "Is she taken? Does she have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?"

"No, she doesn't."

"So, why the hell not, Parker?"

You impatiently waited for an answer from Peter as it took him a couple of minutes to do so.

"Because I don't think it's a good idea. I don't think it will ever work." He answered, scratching the label on his beer bottle with much frustration. "I've thought about all the probabilities, but every single one of them ends the same."

"And what is that?"

"That it won't work out."

The thing about Peter was he never dive into things headfirst. Even though he was a dumbass, he was always a man of intellect who calculated everything in his head before committing to something.

"Why is it always statistics and probabilities and all that crap with you?" You let out an exasperated sigh. "What if for once in your life, follow your goddamn heart? You keep treating everything with a business mind. Go with what your gut tells you to do. Don't think too much about it because the heart wants what it wants, Parker."

Peter gazed at you for a few moments, perhaps finding the right words to say but he just shook his head and fought against his feelings. "I can't do it, y/n. I badly want to, like, it's already at the tip of my tongue. I badly want to tell her but I can't. I don't want to know what's gonna happen next. I'm just scared of what's gonna happen. I don't think I can take it."

As much as you wanted to convince him to go for the girl, you let it go. You've said what you had to say but it was always up to him whether he takes your advice or not. "So, what now?"

"Well now, I'm going to tell you the good news, the one you robbed me off when you batted in."

You rolled your eyes. "What's the good news, Parker?"

"Me and my colleagues will go on a corporate retreat for at least a week!"

You raised an eyebrow, writing a confused expression on your face. "How is this good news?"

"I'll be gone for a week, away from the city, away from my love problems and all that. I think it'll be good for me." Then, a smile started to form on his lips. "There, I'll leave all my worries behind."

"Parker, it's just a one-week corporate retreat, not a sabbatical." You grimaced, unimpressed with the whole thing. "You're not gonna get over this thing in just seven days."

"You don't know that." He scoffed. "I'll be a new man once I get back. You'll see."

"Sure." You replied, a hint of sarcasm laced in your tone.

"Oh, one more thing!"

"What, another corporate retreat?" You snickered, amused with all the clever remarks you were throwing at him. Peter, on the other hand, wasn't.

"No!" He gave you a look. "Bucky will look after you while I'm gone!"

Shock crossed your face. "Bucky?"

"Yes, me."

And on cue, a figure emerged behind Peter.

You were so bewildered with Peter's troubles that you hadn't noticed Bucky creeping up towards the counter. He was wearing what seemed like a navy blue tailored Hugo Boss suit, paired with a nice, sleek tie. His whole fit, illuminated by the iridescent lights made his blue eyes pop even more. Like last time, he opened up a button on his waist, tossed the end flaps in the air and sat down beside Peter on a high stool.

Watching him, you could feel the air around you tighten, paired with a clump of saliva caught in your throat. He placed his elbow on top of the counter and tucked his chin on his palm.

"B-bucky," you finally breathed, silently choking up on your own saliva, "hey, it's been quite some time."

"Hello, doll." The vowels on his words seemed to drop, accompanied by that rhythmic sound he usually does when he speaks. Oh god, one day with Bucky and I've already picked up on that, you thought. "Missed me?"

You felt some blood quickly rushing to your cheeks but you played it cool. "Don't flatter yourself, James." You pretended to get quite busy, wiping some clean glass off the counter then faced Peter. "So, what's this thing about Bucky looking after me?"

"Well, I'll be gone. You'll be alone. Bucky will look after you." Peter tried to "expound." "What's not adding up, y/n?"

You rolled your eyes at the two and scoffed, placing the glass on the counter. "No, thanks. It's just one week. I can take care of myself."

It was true. You once spent a two-week vacation all by yourself to California after high school and you came home in New Jersey without a scratch -- like a brand-new car. You walked around the place as if it was your turf, and blended in with the locals while basked in the glorious heat of the California sun.

"Bucky insisted." Peter chimed in defensively.

"Oh. Bucky insisted." You said, your gaze averting to Bucky's eyes. "Again, I appreciate the offer but I can handle myself. I'm not a baby."

Bucky, clearly amused with the whole situation, leaned back with careful eyes fixed on yours. "Come on, y/n, don't you want some company?"

"Aren't you busy with your company?" You retorted.

"Yes, I have been but not anymore." He replied. "Unless something comes up. A week without Peter must be somewhat lonely. Come on," he insisted once again, "it's also for me. It'll give me something to do for a week."

"Wait, what?"

"You guys could get to know each other better and get along!" Peter blurted. "And without me around, Bucky won't have someone to hangout with. Please, y/n? I'd feel so much better."

"Hang out? What are you guys, like sixteen?"

Your mind was still set on Bucky's last choice of words but you saved it for later.

"Pleaaaaseee?"

You sighed, knowing you could never refuse your best friend's pleas. "Fine."

"Great!"

"Just for the record," you said, holding up a finger, "I'm just agreeing because of Peter, not because I can't take care of myself."

Peter rolled his eyes while pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Yeah, yeah, you're an independent woman. Okay, I gotta take this call. I'll be right back."

And all then there were two: you and Bucky. While making two grasshoppers for a couple of girls who just entered, you could feel Bucky's intense stare towards you. Your mind, clouded with thoughts, wished it could tap into his and take a sly look at what was going on inside.

You locked eyes as soon as you handed the girls their drinks. Bucky wearing such a neat, tailored suit made you forget about all his child-like ways in Peter's countless stories. All you saw was a man favored by all the gods and at the same time sent by the devil to test you in so many ways imaginable. You wondered if he felt the same. Of course, you weren't like him or any other people carved perfectly by the gods, but his vehement stare said otherwise.

"Are you gonna order a drink?" You asked, breaking the silence, and also your train of thoughts.

"No." He replied. "I'm good."

"Okay."

Peter, where the hell are you?

"Hey, y/n?"

"Yes?"

"You look beautiful tonight."

A plain black tank top, paired with some old jeans, minimal makeup and this man just told you that you looked beautiful. "Well not just tonight. You've always been beautiful. I just hope you know that."

"Okay what has gotten into you? You're being... weird."

He shrugged. "I'm just stating facts."

You hummed, a look of confusion spread across your face. "Thank you, I guess. Y-you look good yourself. Very different from when I first met you." You chuckled.

"Well, I was naked the first time we met so yeah."

Peter got back from his phone call and for the whole night, you spent your time working your shift while Bucky and Peter moved on to play some billiards and darts as well. Nat kept shifting her eyes between you and Bucky and you just shrugged her off, flipping your middle finger on her in which she reciprocated.

The next day, Peter was all set for his corporate retreat, surprised he didn't need any help from me at all. You helped him with some of his bags towards the sidewalk ("Jesus, Parker, are you going out of the country?"). While you waited for his Uber to arrive.

"You better take care of yourself, Parker." You said, standing beside him on the side of the street. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Really? I'm gonna miss you too."

"Well, yeah, of course. You're like a little brother to me." You smiled, ruffling his brown locks even though he was taller than you.

He looked down on the pavement with a tight-lipped smile. "Right, right."

Smiling, you grabbed his hand and leaned your head on his surprisingly broad shoulders. "Come on, cheer up. You needed this, right?"

"Yes, I definitely do." He whispered. "More than you know."

A few seconds later, the Uber arrived. Before climbing in the black vehicle, you were pulled into Peter's embrace with a soft, fluttery kiss landing on your forehead. Taken aback, you just smiled at him and watched the car get tinier and tinier as it drove further.

You got back in the apartment and five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Behind it was a smiling Bucky wearing some casual clothes. "Good morning, doll. Missed me?"

You rolled your eyes letting him inside the apartment. Closing the door behind me, you replied: "You've already used that line last night. Pick another one."

"Aw, you haven't heard the rest of it."

You went to the kitchen, grabbed some water from the fridge, and took a drink. "Which is?"

"Miss me, miss me, now you gotta kiss me."

With unsteady hands, you choked on your water and felt the liquid on your skin as soon as those words left Bucky's mouth. Great now I spilled the drink on my chest.

You turned around only to be faced by Bucky. "Now I gotta what?"

His laughter echoed in the kitchen as he backed away from you. "I'm just messing with you. So, what's for breakfast?"

He left you there standing flabbergasted, with some water dripping down your top and shorts, down to the floor. You bore your eyes into the back of his head as he turned on the television.

Bucky tilted his head towards you, eyed you up and down and finished it with a swipe of his tongue on his lower lip.

Oh, this was going to be a long week.

A long, agonizing week.

[that-little-zebunny]

Skin to Skin (First Date)

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader

Warning: Angst, little Gorey-ish details, Fluff

WC: 2,151

Summary: You're new to the team and end up messing it up with the God of mischief on your first day in. Knowing his reputation you're up for a fun time in the compound.

Note: First of all thank you so much guys for the warm acceptance you gave on our 1st part T....T y'all made my heart so so happy. I hope you'll enjoy this part and I'd love to know how you think. Its a bit long so yay enjoy.

2nd day of our wonderful HBC's Week of Love for the lovely @the-th-horniest-book-club 🥰

You know what's the fun part of fighting the bad? It's that it doesn't choose a great time. It pops up as randomly as it can. So here you are on your second day trying to go around and meet people, when you got a message to suit up.

Small details are that you and your team are going to keep an eye on one of hydras abandoned bases because Friday had detected some activity there.

What you didn't know is the team you speak of is just you, the Falcon, Natasha and Loki. Yup, how fun will it be? You and the person that doesn't like you in one deadly work. You won't be surprised if somehow between the fighting you'll be stabbed by him. You shook your head to remove the thoughts running in it. You really should stop watching suspense shows. You sighed.

After almost three hours in the air you all finally made it in the location. You scratched your head when you saw that the area is surrounded by a lot of trees.

"Looks like we're up for a fun hide and seek game if there's really people here now." Nat said as she fixed all the weapons secured on her belt. Sam agreed. He activated three of his cute little drones to help out with securing the area for treats.

"We should go. All these small talks will not vanish our enemies." Loki said walking past the three of you. You pouted.

"I think that's mostly because of me. Sorry guys." You said as you finished fixing your knives on your belt and grabbing your metal staff. It's your main weapon because it keeps you from getting near anyone when it's not needed.

"No worries cookies, he's like that to everyone. He didn't really have a choice in being here. He's banished here to help." Sam said using the silly nickname they all choose to give you after you delivered tons of cookies to them.

You look at Loki's retreating back sadly.

You're able to get inside the rusty building without encountering anyone.

"This is a bit creepy. How did Friday detect anything here? There's no one in about 10 kilometers." Sam said as he checked the tech in his arm.

"Maybe it's a ghost?" You joked which earned you a strange look from them. "What? I watch movies." You rolled your eyes at them and continued going to another part of the building to check. It looks like you're in a laboratory slash surgery room. That gave you chills. You tried to not imagine how many bodies were cut and gutted in here.

"You have a very unique mind." Someone said which made you squeak. You turned around swinging your staff towards the voice but was halted by a sting hand. Loki held the end of your staff smirking at you.

"Crap…" you whispered. You didn't do anything again didn't you? "I-I'm sorry." You bit your lips as you relaxed, removing your staff from his hold.

"For someone that works with emotions you do suck at it." He said, smirking at you.

You scratched your nape as you stared up at his face, his very very beautiful face. Ugh!

"I know. Its been a challenge controlling my own. I was so used at controlling others." You said remembering your childhood. How you tried to mold your always bickering parents to play nice when you're around and to act as if they loved you. You know they hated it and they hated you but what can you say you were ten and scared. But they didn't care. All they know is you're an anomaly and that they rather not be around you. That's why as soon as your grandma offered they toosed you away like a hot potato.

You shook your head as your most dreaded memory came up. You frowned and turned to look at Loki again.

"Was that you!?" You asked. You're gritting your teeth as you feel the rage consume you. He just stared down at you smirking wickedly. You boinked away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. "We're even now." You said gripping your staff.

"Yes we are." He proudly said as he went around checking if he could find anything useful and you did the same.

It really was a lab and they've experimented on people trying to make a brain dead person have functions again. That made your stomach turn especially when you saw the reports of how the patients reacted to that. Some were like dummies and some became vicious. And so many more that you end up closing the files you're reading and you just grabbed them.all to bring them back with you.

"Find anything else?" You asked Loki but he didn't answer so you went to look what he's doing in the room he went in. You found him staring at a cradle.

"There's a body here." He said. That alerted you. Especially when you saw him touch the cradle to open it using his power.

"Nooo Loki don't!" You shouted as the cover of it opened up releasing some kind of gas. Knowing the few things you've read if your guess is correct this is gonna be bad.

You ran to him to grab his arm to pull him away but he didnt move so when you saw the sharp claw like hands coming out the gas you didn't think much and just went in between Loki and the thing.

You gasped in pain as you felt the slicing on your back.

"Good norns! Y/N! You dumb, dumb mortal!" He shouted as he caught you in his arms when your legs gave out. He looked behind you and flicked his hands green mist went to take away the life from the girl from the cradle. You heard its body make noise as it fell down.

Still in Loki's embrace you tried to breathe deep but it ended up just you gasping painfully. The cuts must have been deeper than you thought.

"L-Loki…" you pleaded with him as you felt your breathing start getting shallow and you feel like you're drowning. You must have blood on your lungs by now. You tried to swallow the sobs that tried to get out of your lips and you just stared up at his face. He really have a nice face. It's unfair.

You must have lost your mind because when he caught you staring you smiled up at him which in return got you another frown.

"Stop admiring me. I know I look better than the normal midgard male population. You really must be dumb, why did you jump infront of me. I'm a God I won't be hurt by a mere scratch." He said as he helped you to lay down on the floor as he called out to Nat and Sam on his coms. He turned you on your side to check your injury and you heard him take in a breath.

"Is it bad?" You asked thinking of the worse based on his face.

"Don't get your brain all rilled up, Cookies. It'll be alright." You giggled when you heard him call you on your new nickname.

"S-so I'm cookies to y-you now too." You coughed but still smiling.

"Oh you need to shuush." He said but you can hear the smile in his tone. So your stupidity got you on his goodside.

"How can I s-shuush. This might be my last time to talk. What i-if some parasite is now in me and I'll start walking and biting people." You caughed again as you felt something soothing on your back.

"You need to change what you watch Y/N. That's not healthy anymore." He said, shaking his head. Your back is starting to feel nice now and your head is like it's floating. You giggled again as you touched his face. Even in your groggy brain you felt his emotions. Scared, amused and adoration. Is that all for you? You smiled at him again as your eyes were about to close.

"You should date me Loki." You said. His eyes went wide as he steadied you to pick you up.

"That's the soothing magic talking." He said as he started to walk.

You're about to walk past the table where you put down the files you found when you remember how important they are.

"Wait! Wait! Lemme grab those." You pointed to the tall stocks of folders.

He walked near it and you grabbed them and hugged them on your chest like your life depends on it.

You feel proud of yourself getting them or being carried by Loki. You're not sure which anymore and before he even finds your team you fell asleep.

You woke up in what you guessed as the med bay. You tried to get up and looked around to find no one. You brushed your hair with your hand as you tried to stand but got dizzy. You tried to grip the bed frame for support but you're too slow so you just let yourself fall. You're about to kiss the floor when two strong hands caught you and relief and annoyance flooded your brain.

"You must enjoy being in my arms." He teased as he helped you back on the bed.

"You got nice arms." You joked as you went back on your bed. You took a deep breath and seriously asked him "how did the rest of the mission go?"

"Well, the Widow was able to find some scavengers that tried to loot the structure they came back there before we left and they must have been the ones who triggered Friday's system. The monstrous thing that attacked you is dead officially and we didn't find another of it but we did find a mass grave behind the building." He explained as he sat down on the side of your bed.

You thanked him and relaxed knowing there's no more of that thing around.

"Do you like steak or do you prefer the simple ones?" Loki suddenly asked. You looked at him confused.

"What for?" You asked.

"You have offered me to date you. Have you forgotten?" He said, smirking at you. You felt your cheeks heat up. Crap you did. Mid thinking about tobe a zombie parasite walker time. You looked at him waiting for him to say he's joking but nothing . He just raised one gorgeous eyebrow as he waited.

"You're serious?" You covered your face with one hand as you tried to let what he's saying sink in.

"Very serious, you've felt my darkest emotions I've seen your darkest memories don't you think we're past the getting to know part Sam keep on babbling about?" He said as he slowly touched your elbow with a finger and you felt his sincerity and adoration. Your brain feels like it's about to explode. This majestic person really wants to go out with you. Omg!!!

You slowly nodded and he smiled.

"So stake or not?" He asked again.

"I like steak." You answered back. He smiled and left. Leaving you with so many emotions that you never felt before as your own. Joy, giddiness and something you can't name.

A week after you're out of being stuck on a medical bed you and Loki went to that date. You still can't believe it's happening. He even did all the preparations and stuff. He brought you to a gorgeous restaurant with beautiful music and the tastiest stake you ever had. It was so much fun. He's very funny in his own way. You're both enjoying a walk before going back to the compound when you felt Loki grab your gloved hand. You look up at him.

"What's wrong?" You asked. He just smiled and kissed your hand.

"I'm just very glad I gave myself a chance to know you more and not let what happened to us on our first meeting get to me. You're a very fascinating and beautiful lady Y/N. Thank you for being with me today." He said. You smiled warmly at him as you took off your gloves. You stashed them in the pocket of your coat and brought your hands up to his face but didn't completely touch him.

"May I?" You asked and you saw his face softened. You told him that you will never touch him without his permission.

"Yes…" he answered as he held both your hands and brought them close to his face. He closed his eyes and sighed at the feel of your skin. Feeling that strange feelings again that you can't name you're not sure if it's yours or Loki's emotion. You stepped closer to him and tiptoed to reach his waiting lips. You can't wait to understand that strange feeling but for now you're gonna enjoy how good it feels.

Tag list

Skin to skin: @delightfulheartdream @victias @kaogasm @marvelgirl7 @alexakeyloveloki @newdaynewyearnewlife @multifandomlife22

Tom Hiddleston and Characters: @jewels2876 @jobean12-blog @CurlyRed2020

The ones with stikes, I cant tag you guys i dunno why T.T

[hikunbot]

i swear, there's so many underrated teume fic accs here 😥 i absolutely LOVE your works holy crap, will definitely look forward to your upcoming works, hope we can be friends !! <3

awe you're so sweet ;-; i'm still a new acc so idk if i'm 'underrated' but thank you!

also thank you and everyone for being so patient with me, i know i can be kind of slow with posting stuff but that's just work and life kicking my ass. i do have some great requests coming soon though so i'm excited for those and hope you all like them!

[bearsintreesofficial]

i'm very bad at being bad at things by which i mean if i am bad at things i will not do them, i know that i need to practice to be good but also that's daunting because i hate being bad. i want to learn guitar and we have an old one that used to be my granddad's but it's scary and it sounds bad when i try, i can't do strumming patterns properly and i can't move between chords well at all so i stopped but i wish i could just fight through the being bad

yeah that’s tough. tbh everyone hates not being good at something. i think there’s two things, being willing to have your negative emotions and acting anyway. and being patient with yourself.

i’m currently learning to handstand and like it’s so hard. i can go a week not being able to do anything and then like i’ll hold one for 1 second and be like “yes improvement” and then not be able to do that for another week. and it sucks. i’ll have thoughts like “i can’t do this” “i’m terrible” “this is impossible” etc. etc. but i REALLY want to get a hand stand. so i do it anyway. as we live according to our values, we’re gonna come into contact with negative thoughts and emotions and we gotta be willing to have those and act regardless. it’s like climbing a mountain and it starts raining. i don’t want to be physically asserting myself in the rain, but i’m willing to to get to the top. we gotta stop avoiding those negative thoughts and feelings and start recognising that we can act anyway. we can grow and learn whilst feeling sad. and the more we do the easier it gets. you try, you fail, you feel like crap, you take a deep breath and you try again.

the next thing i would say. when we’re learning a new skill, there feels like there’s this rush to be able to do the best thing. this leads to disappointment and slow progress. trying to speed run a skill doesn’t work. can’t move between chords fast enough? play slower. can’t do strumming patterns properly? do em real slow or strum however you can. focus on one skill at a time, and take your time. it seems counter intuitive but the more time you spend nailing one technique slowly, the faster your progress will be. treat yourself like a best friend your teaching. patience, kindness and care.

be patient with yourself, be kind to yourself AND be willing to have those unpleasant (learning) feelings and act anyway.