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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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Requests: The Wanderers: Negan- Blend In

Pairing: Negan Smith x Shy!FemReader

Pov: Readers /Negans

Summary: When Negan saves the reader from a horrible fact he invites her to stay only to have his kingdom come crashing down around him.

Warnings: (Rape is elude to), Negan saving someone, Season 7-8 Negan, Season 7-8 spoliers of the walking dead, fluff, angst, non-con, walkers (Zombies) No Use of Y/n, farewell notes, prince charming vibes, knight charming armor vibes.

A/n- @ Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.7k

The Walking Dead Master List // Requests Master List // The Wanderers Master

I had been going just fine all by myself. Sure I had a mother and father at one point. At the start of this hell I had my mother, and father sadly I watched as they both were attacked and pinned down under the snarling weight of flesh hungry zombies. I ran, I ran so far and for so long that I don’t know how I made it. I just kept running, my breath burning my lungs as I desperately inhaled, and exhalled.

I guess I should worry about the few zombies currently pushing me into the corner of the wooden forest that surrounds us. I shouldn’t have left the little shelter I had made for myself, I shouldn’t have gone out when hte moon was high in the sky, and the night skys made the deep wooden forest darker then ever before. This is where nightmares and monsters hid and waited for their prey.

I had excepted the worst to have happened, I waited on batted breath for the gnawing feeling of the blunt teeth. Waiting for it to tear into my flesh.I think I was ready to die, I wasn’t okay with dying in the dark forest, becoming one of those things. I didn’t dare scream as the horde cornered me, but I did scream when that horde was slashed down. Blood and guts smearing trees, and bushes all around me. When I finally managed to catch not only my breath, but my heartbeat I was struck with a man standing in front of me.

A handsome tall, dark man. Wielding a barbed-wire baseball bat dripping with blood. A cocky grin upon his face that gave me an odd set of shivers down my spine. Dark hair that shimmered in the moons light, tingles of gray spreading through it. Ripped jeans that fit his legs a little too tight, and that black leather jacket. He was the upptimeny of bad boy, the ones your parents warn out about, the ones that parents of little girls tells them to ignore and stay away from. The only accents on his very black outfits was that red bandana around his neck. For a quick moment my mind conjured up what he must have been before the world fell into hell.

Maybe he was on a motorcycle, maybe he was apart of a gang. I sawllow at the thought, and then remember he just saved my fucking life, so maybe lets leave the opions and judgyness in the middle of the woods. “Well you were almost toasted doll.” His voice is thick, and rich like dark chocolate. He reached his leather gloved hand out for me to grab, I closed me gaping mouth and took his hand helping me up from the dirty, blood covered ground.

“What has you out in the middle of the woods?” The man asks me, I think that maybe I shouldn’t tell him about the little shelter, really it’s a cabin that I had taken for myself. But that one thought to pushed to the edge of my thoughts when I look up at him. He’s got such a authority in his face, and even in his voice it booms when he’s just talking. “I’ve got a cabin not to far from here, I just wanted to go searching for some stuff.” I answer him, he hums. “How about you show me this cabin of yours.” It’s not a question it’s a demand, and from what I’ve already seen I don’t want to end up at the end of that barbed-wire baseball bat.

He must see my eye flicker to his baseball bat. “Her names Lucille, she doesn’t bite. I nod, “It’s this way.” I say timdily. The bat swong over his large shoulder, and we walked in step with each other until the cabin was in view. “It’s just you?” He asks intriguend at something, that I’m not catching yet. “Yeah, well… Just been me for a while now.” My thoughts get distracted by images of my parents dead on the ground. I shake the thoughts away, and climb the stairs. “Home sweet home.” I hear the man say from behind me.

There’s nothing much here, it’s dark. Candles that are at the end of their lives. I can see the man behind me taking in the new area he stands in. “It’s homey.” The man says, I nod. The silence isn’t the difficult to deal with, rather it’s the way the man makes no effort to move around or look about the little cabin. It’s as if he’s thinking, mapping out his next move and it scares me just a little. The blood fromt he tip of the bat is dripping into a small puddle on the floor. “You should come back with me to my sanctuary.” He offers, yet again I sense that it’s not an offer, but a demand. “I should grab my stuff then.” That’s all I can say before venturing towards the back room to grab loose cloths, books, and anything else that I had been able to keep or find during my lonely time out here.

The walk is long, and it’s rather quiet, listening for the growls of walkers. He takes me in, I get a room all to myself. The sanctuary is filled with all types of people who all have jobs. The older man tells me later on that his name is Negan. He boasts out a smile when his name leaves my lips. He smiles, and it makes me weak to my knees.

In just the few weeks I have come to a great conclusion. One is that Negan is the most handsome man I’d ever met, and it’s not like I’ve never talked to men before, or had boyfriends in school. It’s just what I was afraid of, afraid of falling for someone I have no clue what they are. I had fallen for the beast of the man. His confidence stride, and his boastful, booming voice as it rang across the walls of the sanctuary.

The second thing I realized, with a sadden heart was that no man would want me. No man would want what he could get in the other much prettier women. The wives, Negan’s pretty, gorgeous wives. I stood up to them with no par. I was nothing in comparison to the beauties that were bestowed upon them. The heels that clicked, the long legs, and prefect bodies in every part of myself I knew that I was nothing like them. So I declared it. Negan would never take a seconds glance at me, because I wasn’t his type. I wasn’t anyone’s type. I was just me, and it wasn’t enough.

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With Negan gone, the sanctuary is running into the ground. People aren’t keeping in line, and the ones who are keeping in lines are fucked by the others. Military punishment is dished out almost everyday. Collective punishment. Simons is running us into the ground, and our fight with Alexndria isn’t helping. I pray, I pray to gods that probably no longer exist to please just bring home Negan. Set the record straight and push us in a new clean direction. And everyday my prayers are ignored, Negan hasn’t come back and I highly doubt he ever will. I lean towards the idea that’s he been caught, captured and used rather then walking around in that leather jacket, and black boots as a walker. It’s a better image, it’s a truly better thought.

The man are hovering over me, Simon is hovering over me like I’m fresh meat on a table. Just prey for them to devour. Simon has the cockiest grin on his face, the tears the cling my warm cheeks. They had taken me, in the middle of my sleep dragged me away from my plush and warm bed, to Negan’s quarters. Raw, and dirty skin touching mine, makes my skin crawl. I try desperately to get out of my head, to drown out the noise of men talking over each other, try desperately to push myself so far and so deep into my head that I can nearly just forget that I am here.

That is ripped away from me, the ability to do so, is stripped down to the bare bones when the booms and crashing voice of Negan comes clambering through the halls. I wonder why I manage to be to the only one who can here it, why do all the nasty men above me just ignore it. I wonder for a brief moment if I’m leaving this horrid place ladning in a much better one. I heaven perhaps, but then realize that the voice that is booming is just right outside the door. I’ve never seen the rage displayed on Negans face as to when he opens the door. My clothes are ripped and torn to shreds on the ground leading up the side ofthe bed. Utter shame is what hits me whne our eyes locks and it’s all I feel as Negan drags Simon out of the room by the back of his neck.

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My knuckles are blood, and brusied by the time Simon lays dead on the ground. It’s a huge warning upon everyone else. I want to scream and shot, but there’s nothing more important then her right. My heart hammers into my chest, and ears as I race through the corridors to get back to my room. The door is left wide open for all to see, but there’s something missing. She’s missing, Her clothes are still littering the floor with the aftermath of what had just taken place.

A letter, rushed and scrambled on a pre-used paper.

“Listen Negan, I know that you’re probably never going to read this. I just can’t imagine you dead for a second time. I should have never come here. I shoudn’t have gotten in the way of you and your wives. I’m sorry that I’ve made this huge mess. This is my farewell letter Negan, please don’t lose everything you have, just for me. Goodbye.”

My eyes burn with tears, and anger beginnings to boil at the pit of my stomach. With the last of my energy I grab a few of my things, stuff them deep into a black bag, and Lucille. I put someone without an ego in charge, and leave off for her.

Completed on: 09/27/23

Posted on: 09/28/23

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obscurecharactershowdown · 1 year

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Round 5

[image ID: the first image is of Turnip, a teal mouse. it looks like they're wearing little shorts. the second image is of Granger, a girl with green eyes and short, wavy or curly black hair. in her hair is a red hat or ribbon. she's wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue overalls, and a green coat. end ID]

Turnip

Little guy!!! Littlest dude!! Best mouse in the world. They’re so scared of the dark and nervous about messing things up but they do their best!! They go through the dark tunnel to meet you and deliver an important message!! And while they may have gotten lost on the way back, you’re able to help and together you escape! (Also canonically they sent a birthday card like months too late and also got lost going from the donut shop to their house which is like two blocks) luv them my favorite little guy <3

Granger

so granger is the main character of the indie game "NeverHome" Chapter one, which is only $1 on Steam, is called NeverHome: Hall of Apathy. if ur a fan of young protags being put in RPG maker horror games, then this is the game for you!! so granger is just that… she wakes up to find herself in a strange, hostile world. she, along with the friends she makes, must solve the various puzzles before them while creatures are out to kill them… and along the way they can uncover the secrets of these never ending halls… her dynamics with the cast is also super fun… each character gets their moment or moments with granger. and what's so cute is that there's unique art for each pair that highlights the fact you cant get through these halls alone!! she also has her own theme song!! here!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_vwtmIj5cw it's called cyclical tragedy AND HERE IS AN ANALYSIS OF THE THEME!! MUSIC THEORY!!! written by my good friend @HIEMIOLA "cyclical tragedy" embodies the protagonist, granger, through the music theory behind the track and ties itself back into the main track as well. to begin with an overview of the track, the key is D minor and hte time signature is 3/4. the piece begins with a broken minor third starting from the tonic. that is, it begins on the main note and moves along the main chord, D to F. the next set of notes are C to E, which is shifted down a step. the phrase repeats again, this time D to F, then G to E, which is an inverse movement from the original sequence. even in this first part, we could tell that the protagonist begins from square 1 with a simple pattern, then tries it again when it works. however, the inverse breaks that expectation of repetition, thus showing the diverse variations of solutions she comes up with using just the tools she has (the two notes moving in thirds). just like the game, she is given a handful of objects as well as a knife to defend herself and solve the mysteries of the world she exists in. with her creative uses of the items given to her, she continues on her way through the plot. we will keep moving. the melody begins. true to the title of the track, the melody cycles around the same beginning note, D, that she always returns to at her square 1. this is a nod to the save states she is allowed to keep to make sure that we the players don't lose the game, but it also references the health bar that appears as a circle around her avatar. the melody, mapped out, is also moving in an up-down wave movement across the sheet music. granger is creative with the knife she has and the quest items she obtains throughout the story, but she is not entirely reckless. rather, she knows when it is time to return to the safe rooms to rest. to time her returns requires skill because she must run to cover without being caught by varying her path so the enemies don't corner her as she tries to return to the room. most of the time, she is successful, shown through the consistent return to the beginning note. let's keep going. i would like to turn your attention to the main theme briefly. in the bass notes, you can hear arpeggios and outlined chords. this makes up the bulk of the accompaniment in the main game theme. [mod note: the rest of the essay, and some more propaganda, is continued under a cut because tumblr will not process more text than this in an indent. sorry to split it up, please continue below for the rest of the essay and additional propaganda!]

the third variation of granger's theme also has arpeggiated chords in the accompaniment while the melody features broken chords. at this stage, the pattern switches to eigth notes instead of the quarter notes at first. with greater movement and heightened senses, she runs throughout world and befriends other people, thus interacting further with the environment. while she isn't exactly someone we would call open, she is respectful to the people she first meets and has no problems with asking them for help when she needs it. because of her openness to working together, she speeds up her progress by asking for aid at obstacles that would be too difficult for her to overcome on her own, such as asking a teammate to break things, move things, or reach into smaller holes. fusing the main theme elements with her own theme marks this step as the inciting incident that sets her on the path to escape from this world. we'll continue.

continuing the same part, we hear some secondary fifths. i'm not entirely sure if this is what you call it, but it is a nod to the parallel key, D major. depending on what theory class you take, this could also be considered the other half of the key. i dont know how else to describe it, but i digress. these are glimpses to different dialogue options she could take, glimpses to a different key or a different ending. because this game only has one chapter ending so far, we are unsure of what other paths granger will end up in; we only know that there are certainly other endings she will experience, only to begin the cycle again when the save state is loaded for players to reach another ending. both A major and G major are chords that signify different choices that may lead her elsewhere only for her to return back to the tonic or main note, D. despite this, she keeps going, as will we.

at the midpoint of the track, we see a quick shift in patterns. instead of upward leaps in the notes, the melody falls in stepwise motion. true to the plot, this is another turning point of the game when she is forced to make a choice: continue or stop. after facing the spoiler event, her once determined personality is challenged as she struggles to keep herself and her team together. despite being the headstrong protagonist who spearheaded solutions, even now she finds herself doubting and taking smaller steps, smaller risks.

even after all of this, she rises to the challenge as the melody returns to its beginning sequence. true to a protagonist she gets up again despite the events that transpired and keeps her team moving in their lowest points. the thirds return as she finds more objects to solve more puzzles to open more rooms to save more friends. this repeating part of the track only solidifies her resolve as the piece ends with a broken chord in the main key, her key, of D minor. despite everything that transpired, she stayed true to herself."

the game is also so, so charming with the art, music, and story made by the same person… its so clearly loved and full of passion!! i love listening to the game's ost on occassion!! since it's all on youtube!

ok one last thing thing!! on may 8th, the game hit 100 downloads (on both steam and itch.io). you can see the creator of the game celebrate that with this lovely drawing of granger: https://twitter.com/NeverHome_Game/status/1655761270694633472

so at most, only a bit over 100 people have played the game… id like to say that makes it obscure!!

anyways granger and neverhome!! we love to see our protagonists put in horrific situations and isn't she super cute with a lil bow on her head? she is my daughter…

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#id be properly tagging himeola in these btw but tumblr says no i wont be doing that #obscurecharactershowdown #obscure poll #round 5 #turnip chicory #chicory a colorful tale #granger neverhome #neverhome

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shewhowas39 · 4 months

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another chapter 7 sneak peek

i'm still having fun before i do the sad thing (unedited thus far)

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He looks over at the handsome young man and considers him very carefully. He’s good looking, no doubt about that. And clearly has the same obnoxious altruism as June. Perhaps, now that Alfira is here, he would be a better target? There’s no competition. And he is a monster hunter, after all. He may have the best odds of anyone in this party of potentially taking out Cazador one day.

Astarion weighs this option for a long moment before ultimately dismissing it.

The fact that Wyll is a monster hunter might mean he is more likely to kill Cazador, but it also means he is likely to kill Astarion if he ever finds out about hsi true nature. June, on the other hand - though he’d rather not risk it and find out, Astarion suspects she might b more willing to show some mercy. Wyll’s dedication to vanquishing evil and whatnot might result in a stake through the ribs before Astarion even has a chance to explain.

And then there is the small matter of fun. Astarion highly doubts Wyll would entertain his hypotheticals about ideal ways to be murdered.

No. His best choice is still the mad mage.

He turns his attention back to where June and Alfira, who have finished cleaning up the diner mess and seem to be discussing preparing for bed. June is laughing at something - not a chuckle or a giggle but a full belly laugh - and Alfira looks quite pleased with herself, proud of whatever joke she made to earn such a response.

Astarion bristles.

“Alfira really brings out a different side of her than I’ve seen so far,” Wyll says.

“Mmhm.”

“It’s nice to see. June always seems so…distant. Maybe it’s those visions she told us about. But I feel like, in the past three days I’ve known her, I’ve mostly seen her looking dazed or distressed. I suppose that’s not surprising, though, with the amnesia. Hopefully having Alfira here at camp can bring her some joy.”

“Hopefully,” Astarion says, fists clenching with annoyance. “You know, Wyll, as much s I love this little chat, it is getting quite late. Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep? Wouldn’t want exhaustion to mar that pretty face of yours.”

Wyll laughs at that. “My face survived the loss of an eye. I hardly think exhaustion will make much of a difference. I’m glad you find it pretty, though.” He grins at Astarion, and his teeth are much whiter than they have any right to be. “But you’re probably right. Are you keeping watch then?”

“I am.”

“Good. Keep an eye out and don’t hesitate to wake me up if you need anything. Now that we know there is a vampire around, I don’t want you facing off with one alone.”

“If a vampire comes for a nibble, I promise to wake you,” Astarion says, restraining the smirk he feels pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Thank you.” Wyll gets to his feet, stretching his muscular arms over his head with a yawn. “I’ll see you in hte morning, Astarion.”

“Goodnight.”

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listen Wyll is so fucking hot. i just need opportunities to have people appreciate this fact.

anyway chapter 7 of Juniper & Starlight should be up tonight or tomorrow.

#bg3 fanfiction #astarion ancunin #wyll ravenguard #astarion x oc #durgestarion #astarion x female oc #juniper & starlight

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mythical-illustrator · 10 months

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Shipping time! How about Grace x Wolffe? If you already have that one maybe Cody?

I'm gonna do both of theme becuase you know what...the thots be thotting.

The cody one gets a little...spicy at the end.

Grace x Wolffe

They are eyeroll buddies, the amount of judgment the both of them can capture in one face, and whole ass conversations with glance at each other. They're defiently comunicate via eyebrow. Grace cares, so much but doesn't tollerate stupid. And will tell people-usually in such a way they have no idea they've been inuslted what she thinks of them. Wolffe has no filter but has learned to let Grace talk to people on diplomatic missions when Plo isn't around.

One of Grace's best friends is Anakin Skywalker, and she loves him, but boy do they both hate C3PO. Grace is constantly making jokes about pushing him off/out of the ship. What she doesn't know if she makes to many, Wolffe is defiently taking her up on that offer. He usually snaps and tells him to shut up when even Grace starts getting twitchy. When Wolffe reaches for blasters, Grace gives the droid a task to get him out of Wolffe's hair.

Wolffe and Grace would have met- when Grace transfered one her medicas to his new batallion. She stayed to make sure the transition went smooth. They defiently didn't hit it off right way. Wolffe looks stand offish and rude and Grace has a bad habit of holding herself tightly wound with the "Perfect Jedi" appearnce. Plo told the rest of the pack to be patient and trust in the force. Eventually Grace sliped, and said something deepily sarcastic at one of their missions- and the person was being less than respectful to his clone rescuers- and got Wolffe to chuckle which made her chuckle. After that it became a way of them to communicate- sarcasitc comments back and forth then witty banttern.

When ever Wolffe gets to grouchy with her she just snorts and says "I was there when we had to hold your eyeball in your head, you're not chasing me away that easily." Plo likes putting them together because despite the biting words, he feels good about them in the force.

These two...there banter builds and builds untill it explodes. He took more risks than she thought was neicasrry as a medic and when he refused medical treatment she would hunt him down. She corners him one day, shouting about how hes not actually expendable, and dying would be a waste of life.

"Start taking care of yourself you one eyed Bastard."

"Make me witch."

And then she shoved him over and agressibly kissed him. She immiedly back uped and tried hinding among her "Jedi" Persona but he just growled and shoved her agaisnt the wall. *Spicy times*

After that, there banter took on a more sexual edge then a more romantic one.

Grace x Cody.

Grace and cody have a more slow bulid realtionship. She gets temporary assigment aboard the Negotator and immeditly the crew notes her tendiency to behabe like Kenobi...which is a relief for Cody. He was afraid the child hood best friend of Skywalker would be as crazy as him. She was professional, Jedi persona that took charge of medical treatments and oragnization and it was one less thing they needed to worry about. Till someone attacked ther convoy. And he got to see the more untamed feral side of the this nightsiter turned Jedi. She stood her ground against hte droids and refused to leave men behind, fighting off clankers with a mixture of magic and the force, snarling at anythign that moved. Then she dragged back all the wounded men and treated their energies with smiles and laughter like she hadn't flipped a feral switch on the battle field. Cody decided then and there he would follow this woman anywhere into battle. Kenobi just smiled and left his commander in capable hands.

Grace and Cody are subtle in their relationships. Slow building as it is. It started with late nights, after Grace tracks down Kenobi for medical check ups, sassing the man and rolling her eyes and running healing energies and med scanners where ever she happens to find him. She'd do paperwork with the three, or just him when Kenobi was busy. At first she sat in silence, then she started asking after his men- like Waxer and boil, or the Ghost crew and how it got its name. He started asking her about the meaning of her tatttos. Those late night dicussions lead to a deep understanding between the two as they drifted closer and closer. She brought him caf and smiled, and he made her tea from Kenobis stash. One day while doing paperwork, he got up to go refeal her tea and when he came back- and to this day he still didn't know why he did it- but as he set her cup down, he leaned down and pressed a kiss right on the arch of her lekku. She moaned uner the attention and they both froze. Slowly, so very slowly, Grace looked up at him and Cody swore he stopped breathing. She stood, maintaining eye contact as she went till they stood chst to chset, breathing each others air.

"Being a jedi means putting the galaxy before your own needs." She said, and he nodded, trying to not flinch but she reached out and cupped his check. "But that doesn't mean we cant...you will always be second to the glaxy...but...." "I would happily stand beside you against the entire galaxy.' He whispered and she sucked in a breath before noding. Carfully she leaned up and pressed a kiss agains the side of his mouth- so carefully then waited to see if he would return her feelings. He did so galdly.

One of Grace's favorate things to do is help cody relax, so she'll put his head in her lap, and run her fingers through his hair and sing for him. She explained she didn't sing for anyone, not anympre, not since her bother was sold. But she sings soft songs about love and hope and runs her hands thorugh his hair because hes worth singing again.

Cody paints one of her tattos- after leaning all of their meanings on the underside of his amror, the one for Bravery and Championship. It presses agains his heart the same way hers does and only he knows its there. Grace cried when she saw it, stroking hte paint and before kissing Cody with all the love she had to give.

Grace went to men and asked if anyone on board did tattoos, the clones were very excited to tattoo their tattoed jedi and the ones who did it stuided hers with great intrest. She got a sun burst on her hip-all the men weere giddy while they watched it happen, distracting Cody the whole day while she got it done. She showed it to him later, lifting hte part of her dress and black under suit to show him the fresh ink. He spent the rest of the night pressing kisses around the tatto and once it was healed, lavishing all the attention on it while she rode his fingers.

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sunnysheep · 2 years

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played around with a stick and puck for the first time ever today!!

so i checked out a new rink (as one does), and the open skate ended up being a few older guys who like to shoot pucks around and stuff. they bring out a net and those cool bumper pass things and some cones and pucks, and so i was like puck!! puck!! puck!! and was kicking around a puck in the corner having the time of my life, and this one guy was like "hey, do you want to try my stick?" and i was like omg yes pls

so then i tried his stick and i was like this is so cool and so he went found me a stick from the lost and founds (wayy too short like it was definitely made for kids) and!! it was amazing!!

dudebro chatted with me about stickhandling and taught me how to pass - so cool!! like i can't say how excited i was!! these men were so friendly and so nice and inclusive and i loved it!! like it was apparently a pretty tightly-knit group without many newcomers and they were so welcoming!

i've been on the fence about trying out playng hockey because it's such a big investment to get all the gear to even try having a puck and stick in hand (all the rinks ive been to require full equipment to even be on the ice with a puck so ive never gotten the chance before). But! now i have gotten a taste of the wonders of hockey!!!

and now a few things i noticed as a complete newbie stickhandler:

it is very hard to even do a crossover while still keeping control of a puck. like you think, "oh i can do crossovers with my eyes closed, this will be easy." No. No it will not. my hand-eye coordination is absolute shit so it was a struggle to do any type of sharp turn without losing the puck entirely despite my pretty decent skating skills

it is also not easy to just kick a puck around. pucks are wild little beasts that just want to go everytery where you are not. my respect and awe of players who use thier skates to bounce the puck onto their stick has increased tenfold

two (2) guys asked me very seriously how i hold the shovel when i shovel snow. do you know how hard it is to visualize your own grip on a snow shovel out of hte blue? i have shoveled snow. i have shoveled snow Recently. and yet i completely blanked like idk man i just shovel it. Anyways, this is apparently a the way you determine if you are a righty or lefty for stickhandling (i think i am a righty but idk)

i did not know that sticks had a curve on the blade.. i mean objectively i knew that different sticks were different but i never made the connection until i was staring at a bunch of sticks up close

you don't have to know jack shit about what you are doing!! i had an absolute blast just shoving pucks around! you won't see me doing any sort of wild puck handling moves (or even skating very fast with a puck lol), BUT you will see me having an absolute blast!!

All in all, it was an amazing experience, and i felt like i needed to document it somewhere bc i am nothing if not a sucker for looking back on first impressions!

#sheep rambles #sheep plays hockey #<- new tag looking good!!#<< i am planning to get equipment soon so i can actually learn how to play hockey! and maybe even play a game!!#my real goal is to do cool hockey drills lol #last night i spent 3 hours watching goalie training camp videos on yt #i am not a goalie #nor do i ever wish to be one #but by god do i want to do some cool ass drills!!#i want to skate well AND know how to use a puck!#it is time to stop living vicariously through yt compilations #!!!

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everqi · 3 years

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art by wazeabee on twitter <3

#( fang jin ✰. )#LOOK AT HTE LITTLE ONE IN THE CORNER

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Managing Volleyball Teams

Summary: These are just little scenarios for managing the teams in Haikyuu, I decided to make a little interesting for myself by adding a quote from Rick And Morty in each one but you don't have to have watched the show for these to make sense 😊

🌱 Aoba Josai

Quote is: “I’m sorry but your opinion means very little to me”

Honestly most of the time you just sat in on practice for the fun of it, Aoba Josai as a team didn’t really need you there, you were the one that made sure that all of their matches lined up and that all of them got enough rest that was all they needed from you as a manager.

The third years however thought that you worked to hard, you were in third year like them and while you made sure that they always had time for themselves they very rarely saw you doing something because you enjoyed it, your school work combined with being club manager left you very little time to do things that you actually liked doing or at least that was what they thought.

You were sitting in the corner of the gym with papers strewn around you as you scribbled things down after texting the manager Shiratorizawa and penciling in a practice match for a couple of weeks later, you heard the shout from the boys warning you of an incoming ball, you glanced up for a second before moving slightly to the left and letting the ball hit the wall and bounce back to them. A couple of seconds later a shadow cast over you and you glanced up to see Oikawa leaning over you “Can I help you?” You asked.

“Maybe.” He siad drawing out the word as he stepped to the side and then crouched next to you.

“Shouldn’t you be practicing?” You asked.

“coach wanted me to take a break because of my knee.” He answered.

“How is it?” You asked.

“It’s fine.” He dismissed the question before changing the subject “so do you have anything fun planned for the weekend?”

“What does it matter to you?” You asked.

“So no?” He asked as changed his position to sit cross legged. “We were going out to relax the night before the game, you want to come?”

“Busy.” You answered.

“Liar.” He smirked and you looked up to see that he had grabbed your unlocked phone and was scrolling through something. “People are going to start to think that your boring.”

“I’m sorry but you opinion means very little to me Oikawa.” You mumbled as you took your phone back from him and continued working.

“You tell him (Y/N)!” Iwaizumi yelled from his place across the gym while the other two third years laughed openly.

“So we’ll see you tomorrow then?” Oikawa asked.

“If I say yes will you leave me alone?” You asked.

“Absolutely.” He agreed and you sighed.

“Fine I’ll see you tomorrow.” You mumbled as you pushed him away.

“Great!” He cheered before standing up and ruffling your hair, you glared at him and stuck your foot out as he walked off causing him to fall and the rest of hte third years erupted into laughter as Oikawa blushed.

“(Y/N) be careful with my star player!” Coach warned.

“Sorry coach !” You yelled back trying to mask your own laughter.

🛡 Date Tech

Quote is : “Are you writing this down, please be writing this down.”

Your team wasn’t at all crazy until you and Koganegawa joined the team, you both had an energy that you could say was missing from the team, you were both second years and excited to be there, you as a manager and Koganegawa as a first line player.

This was your first time at Nationals and you knew that the team had history here but you were new and everywhere that you looked there was something new, you hadn’t been their last year but you were here this year so when Aoba Josai beat your team they weren’t expecting to have ot literally pull you away from the Aoba Josai captain.

You eyes were narrowed as you looked at him, he smiled as he walked ober “can I help you?” He asked.

“Mmm oh no I was just wondering how someone like you could get a fan group like that.” You mumbled as you gestured the girls literally falling over themselves.

“We ask that every day kid.” Hanamaki called out from where he was standing and you glanced at him for a second before looking back at Oikawa.

“Next year we’re going to desimate your team.” You smirked as you put your hands in your pocket “are you writing this down, please be writing this down. We’re going to beat your team so badly that it doesn’t matter where you are you’ll hear about it.”

“Oh really?” Oikawa asked as he leaned over your smaller form.

“You bet.” You smirked, you were so invested in the staring contest that you didn’t feel Aone’s shadow fall over both of you, you didn’t notice him until he put his hand on your head, you looked up to see who was behind you and smiled your whole attitude changing as you looked at him “is it time to go?”

“Mmm.” He hummed as he turned you away from Oikawa who smirked as he watched you leave with your team seeming like a completely different person.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Koganegawa cheered as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“What are you talking about he’s not that scary.” You shrugged as you glanced back at the court that you were all just on.

“You need to never do that again!” Futakuchi warned as he nervously looked around.

“You worry too much.” You waved him off.

“Be careful.” Aone warned before walking towards the exit of the stadium, everyone looked at him then you before following him.

“Come on.” Koganegawa prompted you pulling you by the wrist towards the school bus.

🦉 Fukurodani

Quote is : “To Live Is To Risk It All; Otherwise, You're Just An Inert Chunk Of Randomly Assembled Molecules Drifting Wherever The Universe Blows You...”

You weren’t at the beginning of the Training Camp, you had a few things that you needed to do before coming down so you made an agreement with the coach that you would show up later than the rest of the team, everyone could see that Bokuto was having trouble focusing all day but no one apart from the team really knew what the problem was.

Later that evening you arrived, you knew where Bokuto and Akaashi would be at that time, they would still be training so you went to the gym that they were in “Bokuto! Catch!” You yelled as you run at him jumping at the last moment.

“(Y/N)!” He cheered as he caught you.

“(Y/N) you were supposed to call us so that we could meet you at the station and help you carry your stuff.” Akaashi reminded you and you shrugged.

“To live is to rist it all; Otherwise, you’re just an inert chunk of randomly assembled molecules drifting where ever the universe blows you…” You said dramatically and while placed you back on the ground Akaashi rolled his eyes.

“We were just talking about you bags.” He sighed and you giggled.

“Don’t worry I managed.” You assured him before you heard an unmistakable chuckle from behind you.

“(Y/N) I thought that you weren’t coming, I was worried.” Kuroo teased and you turned and smirked.

“You know that I wouldn’t miss my team wiping the floor with yours.” You goaded him.

“Well Bokuto can’t even score a point in this practice match let alone a real one.” Kuroo informed you and you rolled your eyes.

“Bokuto is my champion, you can get one for me right?” You asked as you turned back to the ace of the team.

“You know it!” He cheered as threw his hands up in the air. “Come on Akaashi we have to get a point for (Y/N)!”

“Just one?” Akaashi asked lazily and you laughed as you walked over to the benches.

“Let’s start with one.” You confirmed as you settled to watch them practice.

🦊 Inarazaki

Quote is: “You don’t know anything about my story.”

You were supposed ot be the new manager, you were younger than most of the team members but you didn’t let that stop you from surprising them all with you sassy comebacks, they were mostly in response to Atsumu who was constantly trying to get under your skin.

One afternoon they were all practicing, you were sitting and watching them coach was talking about needing them all to practice serving “I can receive on the other side.” You said and the coach looked over at you and raised an eyebrow.

“You can?” He asked.

“I can.” You nodded.

“Yeah maybe some of the other guys but I bet you can’t receive mine.” Atsumu smirked and you looked at him and frowned.

“What makes you think that?” You asked.

“No volleyball star story starts in the managers chair.” He smirked.

“You don’t know anything about my story.” You stood up and rolled your shoulder as you took off the blazer and changed your shoes. “Try me.” You watched as he got ready silence completely taking over the gym as everyone watched, you were ready to move at a moments notice, you took a deep breath as you watched the ball instead of him, waiting to see what direction it went before committing to one yourself, the ball came towards you at a speed but you still managed to receive it though it did take some doing.

“You…”

“I used to be on the girls team in middle school, I injured my shoulder so I can’t play anymore, the closest I can get to the game now is being a manager, the girls team wasn’t looking for a manager so here I am.” You explained and he smirked as he looked at you through the net.

“Now I know everything about your story.” He teased and you narrowed your eyes.

“Whatever, get out of the way the rest of the team need to practice.” You mumbled, Osamu was the next one up.

“Thank you.” He said as he looked directly at you and you frowned.

“What?” You asked.

“For crushing my brother.” He answered and you looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“You two are ridiculous.” You informed him and he shrugged before serving, you moved to stop his serve while hearing someone else say:

“You haven’t seen the worst of it.” And you believe them.

🐦 Karasuno

Quote is: “School is not a place for smart people”

You happened to be one of those people who was passing all of their classes even though you were hardly ever present for any of them and by that I mean that you were sitting there but your mind was always somewhere else.

All of the team knew this but still Kageyama and Hinata asked you to tutor them, you accepted immediately and everyone else was worried that they were going to fail everything because they were sure that you never listened and assumed that you were just lucky when it came to exams.

You were all sitting in the gym on the day that you were all getting you results of course your were perfect and Sugawara was again raking in money for being the only one to bet that you would pass everything however the main event was waiting for Kageyama and Hinata to get there, the gym doors were kicked open and you looked over and smiled as Hinata raced over to you waving a test paper in your face “I passed!” He cheered and you never smiled wider in your life.

“Kageyama?” You asked and he looked over at you.

“I passed.” He informed you.

“But?” You asked.

“I scored higher than he did.” Hinata cheered and before you could say anything else the setter was chasing the shorter middle blocker around the gym.

“How did you manage that?” Tsukishima asked.

“What?” You asked.

“They couldn’t learn anything in school, how did you teach them?” He asked and you looked at him and shrugged.

“School is not a place for smart people.” You answered.

“This one isn’t.” Tsukishima muttered as he watched the two idiots run around the court.

“Don’t be mean.” You warned and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He dismissed you comment as he got up ready to start practice, as Diachi tried to get the other two to focus.

“Hey (Y/N)! Come and get your two idiots to focus!” Diachi yelled and you laughed before standing up.

“Carrot top! Milk Boy! Get your crap together it’s time to volleyball!” You yelled.

“And she’s the one that passed with flying colours.” Tsukishima muttered.

🐈‍⬛ Nekoma

Quote is: “_____ is just a hyper-emotional needy little what’s the word I’m looking for… Human, I can tolerate it but I can’t give a crap about it”

Kuroo, Kenma, Yamamoto, Lev and Yaku had stayed behind to practice more and what that meant is Yaku was making Lev do drills while Kuroo was blocking spikes from Yamamoto that Kenma had set. You walked back into the gym with some food that you had gotten them as a reward for all of their hard work “Here you go boys!” You yelled putting the food on the benches as you sat down with your own share.

“Lev your not done yet!” Yaku yelled as he attempted to leave to get his own food.

“(Y/N).” Lev whined buti t was almost like you didn’t even hear him.

“Are you really going to ignore him?” Kuroo asked.

“Your the captain.” You reminded him.

“But we all know that Yaku literally only respects you.” Kuroo argued.

“Look Lev is just a hyper-emotional needy little what’s the word I’m looking for… Human, I can tolerate it but I can’t give a crap about it” You explained as you continued to eat your food.

“Did she just forget the word for human?” Yamamoto asked.

“Mmhm.” Kenma hummed as he continued to eat, you managed to hold it for like 5 seconds before you burst out laughing.

“Yaku stop it, let the child eat!” You yelled as Lev rushed over.

“Your too easy on him.” Yaku complained as he came to sit with you.

“And you are too hard on him.” You argued.

“At least Mum and Dad aren’t fighting.” Kuroo commented with smirk.

“They aren’t but they might be about to kill the wierd uncle.” You threatened as threw a pen at the back of his head and he just smirked.

“Alright everyone back to work!” You ordered as you saw that most of them had finished eating and they all groaned as you shrugged.

“Blame your smart mouthed captain.” You shrugged as they all turned to glare at Kuroo and you rolled your eyes with a small laugh. “We don’t have to stay for that much longer, just a couple more hours and then your all free to go.”

“To soft.” Yaku muttered.

“Stop critizing me and get back to work.” You grumbled before pushing him back towards Lev.

🦅 Shiratorizawa

“What, so everyone is supposed to sleep every night now? You realise that nighttime makes up half of all time”

The whole team knew that you could be obsessive in your behaviours and it was never worse then when it got to exam time, they would see that you distracted yourself from the pressure of exams by helping them in any way that you could.

Tendou and Ushijima realised that you weren’t there the moment that they walked into the gym and after some asking around they found that the last place that anyone had seen you was in the library, Tendou texted you asking if you were okay and within 30 minutes you were running through the gym doors apologising. “Why are you apologising?” Tendou asked as he walked over looping his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m late.” You answered.

“You don’t have to be at every practice.” Tendou reminded you and you looked at him and shrugged but he stopped when he finally got a look at you. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” You answered rubbing your eyes before stretching and turning towards the team on the court.

“Did you sleep last night?” Semi asked making you jump as you turned to look at him.

“What, so everyone is supposed to sleep every night now? You realise that nighttime makes up half of all time.” You complained and he just raised his eyebrow.

“It’s important to get 8 hours of sleep every night.” Ushijima informed you and you rolled your eyes.

“There is no teen apart from you that gets 8 hours sleep every night.” You argued and Tendou chuckled under his breath as you turned to him.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked.

“You need some rest.” Tendou informed you and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“So do you.” You informed him.

“How about we get some rest together?” He asked.

“Tendou.” Ushijima warned and you looked at him and sighed.

“You guys should get back to practice.” You gestured the court. They did go nback to practice but they all kept an eye on you until the end of training when Tendou gave you a piggy back ride all the way to your room and they all stayed talking and messing around, they only left when they were sure that you were actually sleeping.

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magalidragon · 3 years

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peak performance | a Jonerys smutfic | a teaser

a/n: going to work on this during the weekend. Hopefully it will be done and posted before Olympics end. 🤭😈🙈

This time tomorrow she'd know if she was an Olympic all-around champion, she thought, unfolding from downward dog and coming to standing. She was about to move into a forward bend, when the door behind her opened.

Huh, she thought.

It was a Northern athlete. The coaching staff were housed in different areas of the compound if not in actual hotels. Athletes were the only ones with gym access. His creds were slung over his body cross-wise, the large laminated placards with all their information and photos bouncing off his side.

Swimmer, she pinned immediately, noting that even though he was shorter than the average elite swimmer, he had the broad chest and strong legs of one. She was constantly surrounded by men with ripped physiques; they generally didn't do much for her. This one though...there was just something about him, from the five seconds she swept her gaze from the top of his dark curls to the tips of his flashy silver and black trainers.

His workout shirt was painted to him, gray with white lettering like most of the Northern uniforms. 'NTH' was stenciled in block letters on the sleeves with a tiny emblem of their flag-- white with gray wolf. He smiled politely at her. "Couldn’t sleep," he called, across the wide chrome and metal space.

She returned the smile, bringing her leg up into tree pose. "Same."

It was a stretching and resistance room, with balance balls, straps, mats, and other props for flexibility and agility more than any sort of cardio or strength room. She watched out of hte corner of her eye as he kicked off his shoes and pulled off socks, stuffing them neatly into them and set them aside, as he unfurled a mat and wandered over to select a couple of resistance bands.

When he turned away from her, her eyes widened.

No man should look that good in gym shorts.

Scratch that. No ass should look that good in gym shorts.

They were ugly pieces of draping fabric. Designed to provide circulation and coverage so one didn’t get arrested. That's all. Except on him. They clung to his narrow hips, draped just above his knee, and in between....oh my. The shiny sweat-wicking fabric molded to the most perfectly proportioned arse she had ever seen. And she hadn't even really seen it of course. The black shorts obscured it from her. She wondered what it looked like in spandex swim shorts.

Or a little Speedo.

Fuck Dany, chill out.

He began to do a series of resistance moves and stretches. And he was very flexible.

It wasn't all that hot in the gym, mostly because there was no one there to add body heat to the constant humidity in Dorne. She was used to it, having grown up in Essos and on Dragonstone, the island province she represented. Her red and black sports bra had flame-like accents on it and in between her shoulders when the straps branched out, were the letters 'DGN.' It went with the dragon that snaked up the side of her yoga capris.

She reached behind her neck, lifting her braids off to assist with cooling her heated skin; sweat dripped down her spine and dampened her hairline. She swallowed hard, collecting her water bottle from the side of her mat and squirted some into her mouth, swishing it and swallowing, her gaze flicking across the gym to the Northerner.

Definitely born and bred there. The Northerners were paler than snow, the Dornish sun already turning some of them as red as tomatoes. The lucky ones had a tan already but compared to her or even Missandei, they were still snow-white. She wondered how many were going to pass out from heat stroke or complain it was too bright. The Northerners weren't heavy medal contenders in most Summer games. They usually swept everything in the Winter ones.

The Northerner was still stretching and when he bent over to touch his toes, she got a good look at that perfectly round bottom, almost choking on her water. It stuck in her throat, bubbling up to spray out her nose in a most undignified manner. She coughed, deep, gulping coughs, her face turning redder than it had been from the workout and also the sight of the gold medal winning ass staring her in the face.

What an ass it was. She could not stop marveling at it and seven hells she’d seen some good ones on the gymnastics mats. Round, plump as a peach, rock hard. The notion of it in a set of spandex swim trunks…wow.

She kind of wanted to squeeze it. Or bite it. First she had to stop choking on her own tongue.

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #fic tease #the Olympics au smutfic we did not need

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Hey Gorgeous (Jason Todd x Reader)

this idea has been swirling around my head and even though it wasn’t a req i wanted to write it down because i think the concept is cute and fluffy and also kinda angsty (for me at least) so i hope this makes sense and that you enjoy it!

“Hey gorgeous! Good to see ya!” Jason hummed as you slumped into the chair next to him in the batcave. “Long patrol. Tired. Don’t call me pet names” you mumbled as you began pulling off your gear. “Mhm whatever you say babe” he winked as you half heartedly gave him a punch to the shoulder. “Jeez if we’ve made it to ‘babe’ at least take me to dinner first” you teased as Jason began to stand up. “Sure, pick you up tomorrow at 8″

“Hey gorgeous- ready to be wooed?” you shook your head at Jason’s flirtatiousness, suppressing the butterflies that were having a damn dance party in your stomach. “Let’s go Todd” you giggled as he took your hand, kissing the back of your hand while his eyes bore into yours. “Hm you agreed to a date you’d better expect me to be a damn gentleman” he murmured, slipping the hand he was just kissing in his while he led you to the dinner that would secure your feelings for him forever.

“Uh, hey, gorgeous, can we talk real quick?” Jason didn’t wait for an answer, pulling you towards your guest room in the Wayne Manor while you questioned him, “Jay what are you doing?” he jolted to a stop in front of the door to your emergency room. “Well you see my dear, I’ve got a very important question for you” he opened the door, on your old bed was a messy, oval shaped heart made of roses he probably stole from Alfred’s garden. Glancing over at him with a questioning look he was holding a real bouquet of roses and handed them to you. “No jokes gorgeous, be mine” he said, pushing the flowers into your arms.

“Hey gorgeous! Hey gorgeous! Heyyyyy gorgeous!” Jason practically slammed into your as he grappled right next to you on the rooftop on Gotham. Before you could answer he was already excitedly talking. “Listen, there’s like no crime tonight lets get ice cream! Pleaseeee” his hands were clasped hopefully and even though you couldn’t see through the mask you knew he was giving you hte cutest puppy dog eyes. “Sure jason, let’s ignore our duty to the city for some mint chocolate chip sugar milk” you teased, but yelped when the basically threw you over his shoulder and jumped off the building. “THE HELL ARE YOU DOING” you screeched in his ear while he shot his grapple towards an ice cream shop. “YOU SAID WE COULD GO” he shouted over the sound of wind in your ears. “IT WAS SARCASM DUMBASS” you pounded on his back while his grip around you tightened. Setting you down in an alleyway kitty corner to your favorite shop he began stripping into regular clothes with a grin. “Too late we’re already here!”

“...hey gorgeous” you immediately rushed towards the sound and found Jason curled in the corner of his bed, cheeks puffy from tears and his hands shaky. “hey jaybird, come here my love” you cooed, letting him wrap his arms around you and bury his head in your shoulder while he silently cried. “I couldn’t save them” he whispered while you rubbed his shoulders. “No no Jay, you did everything you could- the best anyone in the world could’ve. It is not your fault I promise” you raised his pain stricken eyes to meet yours while you cupped his cheek, watching a single tears well and cascade down his cheek, sliding around the raised skin from his scars and trailing down the faint smile lines he pretends he doesn’t have until it finally fell into your lap. You felt your own tears beginning to start so you brought Jason into another bone crushing hug telling him, “just you and me tonight jay, just let it out we will get through this”

“Hey gorgeous you gonna introduce me to your friend” you felt Jason’s hand slide around your waist, pulling you into his side while he gave the man you were talking to a dangerous look. “This the boyfriend you were talking about?” the man in front of your snorted, “One night with me and you’ll forget all about him” Your eyes widened knowing this would not go over well. “Mhm yeah buddy? You sure about that?” Jason smirked confidently but his grip on your hip was iron tight showing his anger. Suddenly Jason jutted towards the man, his hand wrapping around the man’s neck while he leaned in. “This right here, is your windpipe, judging by how fucking weak you are I only need a couple more seconds until you’re out like a light. I think we’re fucking done here” Jason shoved the man backwards, took your hand in his, and walked out. “C’mon gorgeous we’ve got better things to do. Like me reminding you why you’ll never forget me” he winked at you while you shook your head with a knowing smile.

“Hey gorgeous I’m homeeeeeee” you heard a familiar cheer from your living room. “Not your home but close enough. How was patrol? This ankle is killing me” you slowly limped around your apartment while Jason de-hooded himself, shaking his hair out with a sympathetic look towards your recently wounded ankle. “It was boring until Tim fell off a building then it was funny- I mean he’s fine of course but yeah, I missed you” he had come up behind you and had trapped you with large arms, barely enough space for you to twist around, roll your eyes, and give him the passionate kiss he was looking for. It was a nightly routine by now.

“Hey gorgeous, no no! Don’t cry this is supposed to be a happy day remember?” Jason grinned while you slapped a hand over your mouth with realization. You had gone with your friends for a day at the beach but arrived to your close family and friends leading you towards Jason who was wearing slacks and a button up waiting for you on the beach. "You know I’m not the best with words but you’re my favorite part of life from every up and down and I want you with me forever” he got down on one knee pulling out a little box. “No jokes gorgeous, be mine” he grinned while you smiled at the familiar phrase. “Yes. Yes! A thousand times yes” you cried, diving into his arms while your friends cheered to the rest of your lives together.

“H-hey gorgeous, I don’t think we’re gonna get out of this one” Jason cupped your cheek while tears spilled down his cheeks. “We had a good run didn’t we” he cooed while you nodded, pulling him into your chest you tried to relish in the feeling of hugging the love of your life. “See you later?” you asked, needing an ounce of hope to hold on to as the impending doom of self sacrifice set in. “Definitely gorgeous. Bruce is gonna be so mad at us” Jason chuckled. “Hey we always said we were ride or die right?” you smiled back as the two of you laughed. Diving hand in hand towards the reactor ready to save the world and be together in whatever happened next. There really wasn’t a better way to go.

“I love you gorgeous. I’ll see you soon”

and then it all went dark.

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whoviancumberbunny · 3 years

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The Butterfly and The Serpent - Part 1

The Butterfly and the Serpents An AU Riverdale Fanfic Riverdale Characters Owned by their creators

all OCs Created by Melissa C. Scraper

Lucy had been living in the southside of rioverdae for 6 years. She had disowned the knowledge that she was a Collins. Her Attorney had helped her legally change her last name to DuPres-Topaz after her mother's relatives. her half brother, via a one stand with her father's brother's fiance a the time of the one night stand, Declan had started living in Riverdale. and helped Cheryl and Veronica open a gay bar.

Lucy was in a Polyamorous relationship with Fangs Fogarty and Sweet Pea. She looked up to see her father coming "DJ, Take your brother to Toni and Cheryl's."

The Five Year old "Okay Momma." she took the little boy's hand "Come on, Tony. Momma's going ot have adult conversations."

Quentin "Lucero Tamsyn Collins i...."

"No, you refuse to call me the name i've bee using since i was 19. DuPres -Topaz." she glared at him "Stop using the name of person who doesn't exist for me any more." "So you've become a biker whore!" "You Quentin Charles Collins are not even welcome here. You pretend Mom was never a Serpent. I belong here. while your trusted business partner tries repeatedly to destroy this land for his own selfish gain."

Sheriff FP Jones drives up "Betty and Jughead reported seeing you enter Riverdale. You were told last time when you crashed Lucy's Serpent Initaition. That you would be arrested for Trespassing." he looks at Lucy "I will deal with him and you talk to him later when there are jail bars between you."

"Thank You FP." she ad used most of her inheritance to revitalize parts of hte southside it was still a little rundown but it wasn't as bad as before. DJ was the biological daughter of Fangs and Tony the son of Sweet Pea. Jughead hadn't like the idea of Lucy and Sweet Pea giving their son the middle name Pendleton. he children called them both Daddy.

Later at dinner "Fangs, is this what you and Sweet Pea have been going to the city for?"

"Yes. A Friend of Ronni's is a jewelry designer and she suggested we have them make it." he carefully takes out a silver necklace with five birthstones on it, one for for each of the kids, fangs, sweet pee and ibn the center an emerald, lucy's birthstone. "Ronni and Cheryl pay us well working as bouncers at the Sakura Club."

"You Deserve it Angel." Sweet Pea said as he kissed her "We love you so so much." even though they couldn't find anyone who would recognize them as a relationship. they all wore wedding bands. Silver, because gold made Lucy's skin itch. "Are you going to tell Juggy and Betty the baby you're carrying for them is twins?"

"We are going we are having Lunch tomorrow. I will tell them then." she said with smile. Betty and Jughead had been unable to safely conceive on their own and they had been uncomfortable with seeking out strangers to interview for surrogacy. So Lucy had volunteered. "Dad called me a Biker Whore." she said when they were talking after putting the kids to bed

"If we had been home when he showed up we would have punched the old man in the gut." "Fortunately he drove past Betty and Jughead's House and Juggy called his dad. FP arrested him before anything could escelate." While Fangs cleaned the dishes Sweet pea danced with Lucy "Oh Sweet Pea. You Fangs always know just the right thing to do."

The next day in the corner booth at Pop's "You don't need to pay for my meal."

"Betty was called into work last minute." Jughead replied "Can you tell us the gender?"

"i want you stop eating so you don't choke when i tell you." she waited until he finished the bite of food "I had thought it was my imagination that i was gaining more weight than i did with DJ or Tony." she takes out the ultrasound printout she had put it in a frame and slides it over to him

He stopped for moment and stared at the image "Twins?" he started smiling "Betty and I agreed if the baby is a girl we want to make the baby's middle name Lucero."

Lucy, "Juggy it is not needed i am just glad to be their god mother." she responded "their heart beats are both healthy." she paused "Thanks for understanding that I didn't want a serpent tattoo when you accepted me into the group."

"I am allowed to make concessions i know you will be loyal to everyone." he pays for Lunch and lucy gets three orders of fries to go. Veronica "On the house. I am testing out a new customer loyalty program." she hand her a card "with three spots punched. and she whispered "The world may not recognize your relationship. but those two are your husbands." To Be Continued.... ‎Saturday, ‎May ‎1, ‎2021 7:48:46 PM

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redledger · 3 years

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texting with a 106 year old man, a discord thread (pt.2) with @epiitaphs (pt.1 here)

NAT

She waited on the doorstep, a little soggy from the rain and arms burdened with enough Thai food to feed a family of four. They could always drop some off to Marina in the unlikely event Bucky didn’t finish it. All her kit fit neatly in her rucksack, she travelled incredibly light on tips like this. She lent against the wall, wishing he would hurry the fuck up.

BUCKY

Once he sent the text in reply, Bucky straightened up his closet nest a little - it wouldn't make her stop worrying, but it couldn't hurt. And there was even some food still left in the cupboards. That was also good proof that he was doing fine. Everything settled, he padded over to the door, unlocking it - and opening it without being told, Liho cradled in his flesh arm. "Welcome home. For a day or two."

NAT

The sight of the two of them was actually pretty adorable. It reminded her of the fake apartment in Novosibirsk. Coming out of the cold and into the even colder home they had shared. It probably felt like a decent chunk of his life, if he remembered if. It was only a fraction of hers, but some of the happiest memories she had ever had. It was enough to be close to another living person then.

She moved inside, pressing a kiss to his cheek and struggling to balance all the food herself till the made it through the hall and into the kitchen. “Is the news still on? Did they have a cause of death?”

BUCKY

The kiss felt like it held the weight of several decades. They'd done that before, then. He remembered some of their time together, but time combined with brainwashing kept those recollections scattered and out of focus. When he doubled down on trying to remember, it usually got better, but now wasn't hte time to get lost in the past.

He followed her to the kitchen silently, gently petting Liho as he went. "I left it on." He shook his head. "Won't say. Just murder - mysterious causes, looking for perpetrator. They will cast blame soon, but they haven't yet." He held the cat out to her a little once she set the food down. "Say hello to her too."

NAT

She set everything down, immediately confronted by a big black fur all extended in her direction. She switched to Russian, and for a woman who claimed to not want a cat, Nat sounded like she was taking to a baby.

”Oh look at you, what did the mean man do to you? You just want a cuddle don’t you-“

Her arms opened, scooping the mass of fur into her chest and covering the cats head on kisses. She did miss the scrappy thing. And she made a fuss knowing it might make Bucky happy.

“I’ve text a source for more information. Plates? Do you think we need them?”

BUCKY

A quick smile crossed his face as she cooed at the cat, clearly disproving all of her earlier statements about disliking the furry thing. ”The mean man fed her and gave her lots of attention,” he informed her as he looked over the food she’d set down. Getting any of it out of the containers would have to wait her her cue, but it did at least smell good.

”Careful not to spoil her.” There. A joke to her face. He was having a good day and that was proof.

“Okay.” Involving more people could be dangerous, but if she had nothing at all, that was worse. “We don’t need them. But it might be helpful. Otherwise you won’t get anything of whatever I’ve chosen.”

NAT

It was welcome, to come home to him in such a good mood. Maybe it was the fact she was back, although more likely the fact he was hungry. She could live with that. The cat squirmed in her arms, wriggling at the smell of food. ”No, that’s not for you my little misery.”

She set Liho down on the floor, pulling open the drawer to her left with cutlery. “You’re alright. I’ll just take the Pad Thai off the top, the rest is for you.”

She paused, the reel on the TV catching her attention even though it just released what he said. “Go on, before you combust.”

BUCKY

"She's been very good for me. Maybe if you were around for her." There was no real point in attempting to convince Natasha to stay around. Both of them came and went as they pleased. He imagined she came back when he wasn't there, just as he stayed around mostly in her absence.

"Okay." That was good. He glanced over the bags she'd set down, calculating. Despite her accusations, he'd eaten while she was gone, but something like this would shore him up well for the future and for his current hunger. He assumed it was hunger, at least. Sometimes he wasn't really sure.

"I took the explosives out of the arm, don't worry," he told her. For him, it felt like a joke, though sometimes those were hit or miss. Still, permission was helpful, even now. He took a couple containers for himself, reaching out for a utensil before going to sit on the floor in front of the TV.

NAT

They switched between Russian and English without delay, it was second nature after all. She handed him the fork, not really looking as her eyes were still glued to the tv. It was only when he sat down that it really registered in Nats brain want has happening. And she wasn’t hungry anyone.

She missed his joke, missed his teasing. Here in the walls of her flat she could let her brain process, fully. No instead she reached for the bottle of wine and a glass. She hovered behind the breakfast bar in the kitchen, reading the scroll again.

“What we’re you doing? Whilst you were gone?” It couldn’t wait, not even until Bucky had finished eating. There was no stopping her when she was in this mood. “Where did you go?”

BUCKY

He ate, listening to the TV as he did. Chaos, confusion, death. It was, in its own way, old news. The world moved from death to death, from regime to regime, ultimately with more or less the same organizations calling the shot. That said, the fingerprints on this weren't obviously Hydra's. A good reason for them both to be concerned.

"West Virginia. In the mountains, Point Pleasant area." If he told her, he could keep eating, and she was far enough away that there was no need to worry. "Cleaning up threats." He could tell her. She knew what they'd done to him, better than most. "There was a Chair there, I remembered. So I cleaned up."

And now here he was, back in the relative safety of her apartment, with her cat lurking around the far corner of the couch, waiting for a treat. He tossed a bite of chicken at her, which she ate with satisfaction. "Like I said. My own business."

NAT

“Threats to who?” Nat set the bottle down, swirling the wine in the glass. Finally she left the kitchen, completely forgetting about the food she has set aside and instead taking a seat on the sofa. She didn’t even look at him. She was concentrating on the face, trying to pull it forcibly from the depths of her memory.

“Hydra, not KGB then. Anything connected to this?”

BUCKY

“Me.” Or really - his continued freedom. He watched her approach, but her attention was directed to the TV, rather than him or his diminishing collection of food. “Maybe America, but I’m doing it for me.”

“KGB comes later. Their programming stuck better and lasted longer. Better off waiting. And Hydra presents the most credible threat at the moment because they want me returned or decommissioned.” Over all at least. “This base had a former KGB there. Ossi, not Russian. Started out Stasi, got comfortable with those holding the leash. Can’t remember why he defected.” There seemed to be a decent former Soviet to Hydra pipeline. “Human, though. Died in 2002. Not me.”

NAT

It was good, both seeing him eat and getting this much information from him. She set her glass don on the table, desperately running her hands through her hair as she bent low. None of this made sense, and what she had hoped would be breadcrumbs felt more like a wild goose chase. Another few minutes with the news reporter filling the silence was all she could manage.

“Any connection to the room? Or Madam?” She had to ask. The clarification Bucky wasn’t behind a targeted attack was something, especially given how messy and murky the timelines got. “Ex client? The American or the defector?”

BUCKY

He made use in the pause in her interrogation to keep eating. He considered leaving some of what was still sitting on the table for later, but decided to at least start in on some of it. Couldn't hurt. He was up and back by the time she asked her next question, sitting down quietly for someone his size and with a metal arm.

"Madame, no. The Room, maybe. He had connections, I think. To many things." Their world was one big web of connections, reaching between every operative, whether they knew it or not. "The defector worked for Hydra, gave them information for me to use. Out of date, but better than nothing." That was parroted, clearly someone else's speech. "The Americans there...they are dead now. C4, controlled blasts. There's always been something funny about the old factory." Difference voice, different person's speech. "They were waiting for orders. Not responsible for Havanna, if that's what you're asking."

NAT

She didn’t pull her head out of her hands. Or move at all really. The cat followed him to food in the hopes of being involved but Natasha was buried in her own confusion.

”Fucking connections” She slipped for a moment back into her mother tongue, just because it angered her so much. She needed to pick over the details he had with a fine tooth comb at some point, as well as maybe scold him for being so reckless. He had always had a good memory, but she isn’t a fly felt him filling the gaps with what other people had said verbatim. “Waiting... four red room clients dead and counting. Always one step behind me. Havana was a message James, they’re not screwing around anymore. Not after the fall.”

Not after she had faced off with someone wearing her own image to play games. “Did you keep anything? Take any papers or hard drives?”

BUCKY

He tossed another bit of meat at the cat once he was seated and everything was arranged around him. She ate it in a flash. Bucky understood.

"Everyone knows someone." That had been true through the ages. He looked over a second. "Eat don't agonize. Hunger slows you down." He'd noticed on his trip back and forth. "Real food." That seemed necessary to emphasize. This was the man who'd taught her. "One step behind requires planning. They are watching. You need to find where from." What sort of surveillance they had set up. "They want you. Just you. Not me. Red Room, yes, but connected to you. Without question." Though he couldn't imagine some rogue faction would say no to having control of the Winter Soldier.

"I took the bus. No papers." He had indeed gone on a Greyhound and then on a hike. Not too much room for extra baggage there. "I have a drive from their computers, though." It was something he'd learned from her, though he wasn't planning on looking through the information at the moment. He didn't feel stable enough for that yet.

NAT

“Look at you, giving orders.” It was enough to crack a smile, even with her hands still firmly planted in her hair. He was right, she should eat. But she sat back, reaching for the glass of wine and finally taking a sip. “I am careful. Every job is vetted, you sweep this place for bugs constantly. I watch my back but they know the training...”

It was harder to run when your every instinct was clear to someone else. She watched the cat gobble up her scraps eagerly, but she didn’t have the energy to call him out on it. “Will you let me decrypt it? I can take a first look. It might jog my memory, give me something to go off. The fake me... is there anything you remember about her that could help?”

At some point they needed to talk about his instinct for revenge. But not when it was actually coming in handy.

BUCKY

"I was in charge of you once." That's why he could do it. She had once been...not necessarily subordinate. But similar. And he had been in charge of training her. So it felt less wrong to tell her these things. It was simply how to be a good asset to them. "I would have noticed if you had gotten sloppy. If they know the training, then they must be somehow connected to it." It felt like it narrowed things down, a little bit. Not by much, but perhaps enough to find a good guess. "I have different operating procedures if you need modifications."

He nodded. "Yes." He dug in a pocket for a moment, tossing a flash drive to her once he'd found it. Better to keep the evidence close. "Shared data with other Hydra locations and local files as well. From my understanding as I watched it transfer." He hadn't done much of that - had gone off to complete some killings in the meantime.

The fake her. He had to think about that one, finishing a container off as he did. "Favorite." Not his, obviously, given whose apartment he was in. "Trained, but leniently. The only one I was told to avoid killing. Who says there is no favoritism among soviets." More thinking. "Did not stand out, but good at what she did."

NAT

“And you won’t be again. Trust me.” She was teasing, but from her perch it was nice to have some time together. The stress showed in her face and her shoulders but watching him eat was a good reminder her body functioned a little closer to his than she would like to admit. She was hungry, if she thought about it.

She caught the drive, putting it in her own pocket for safe keeping. She’s get out her laptop once he was asleep and pour over the data, trying to find some kind of loophole she could use.

Natasha stood up, grabbing the container of abandoned pad Thai and a fork. Instead of heading back to the sofa though, she moved to the floor to lean against his side. “Agreed. She got lucky that she caught me off balance. It was definitely a her, you could tell by how she moved.”

She picked a three food with her fork, taking a few mouthfuls to consider his words. “I don’t know how old she was, the techniques were the same but the old masters might still be alive. She moved fast.”

She looked at the cat for a moment, then at him. “Maybe you shouldn’t stay here. If they are after me, I mean. Could be compromised.”

BUCKY

"Could you stop me?" Out of anyone, the answer was probably yes. Well - anyone who didn't have the words. "I don't want to be." No need, no desire. He just wanted to be his own person first.

She stood, Bucky watching her closely to determine whether she was actually going to eat or get rid of it. He glared at her approach, but didn't strike out. As long as she stuck to her own business, he could manage. Maybe, since clearly he'd stopped eating. The lean was too much - he nudged her back forward, wanting both arms free. Leaning to the other side, he kept eating once he'd determined that she was too. "Luck will not last forever." He nodded. "Not hard to tell much of the time. Especially not with who made her."

Another shrug. "New, I think. But I don't remember exactly." Another nod. "Some are. Very few, but I think there are two still living for sure." Those he would leave for much later. He couldn't destroy everything from his past, but if they remained a threat by the time he turned his attention to the Red Room more, he would reevaluate.

He frowned. "Could be. I assume it is, usually. Someone's always watching, even if they don't know it yet themselves." He could go - he had other places he could live. And to call them less comfortable would be soft. "I can go when you do."

NAT

“Bet I could.” Not that she would. She was fine until he pushed her away, her eyes flicking up and down. She face masked any shock or hurt that would have registered. Perfectly neutral, and she shuffled away a little. Wanting to be close to someone and only having him to replicate it with was hard. Maybe she should call Clint once in a while. Maybe she should explain, or ask Bucky to use his words next time. But that was how things were.

She took another forkful but her heart wasn’t in it. He’d pulled her mind out of it now. “Leave them for me. I’ve got plans. Promise?”

It wasn’t great, the idea of him leaving. Here he had someone to rely on him, even if it was just the cat. A bed he refused to sleep in, weapons dotted around where only he knew to find them. He could build his nest and block the world out, and she could breathe a little easier.

“Tomorrow night. Your call. I’ll ask Marina to feed the cat if you’re not here. Where will you go?”

BUCKY

"We can spar." That was practice, though. Even if they fought to incapacitation, it wouldn't be the same as actually trying to stop him. Maybe when she was younger - there'd been more of a risk of death then. Or the times he'd tried to kill her. She moved away from him. Good. Just a little longer and he'd be ready to look forward to the two of them sleeping in her bed.

"Alright. They're yours." As if they weren't discussing men who'd tortured and deserved the worst of tortures. Well - someone else might think that. For Bucky, they had trained well. Worked with him and on him. He'd been there to train the girls, but he had also learned many things that had ended up keeping hiim alive over the years. "Promise." Words meant nothing, but he would stay away.

"I will think it over." He hated choices like this. She was right - he shouldn't be returning even when there wasn't a huge chance this base was compromised. He was a fugitive. He was supposed to keep moving, and yet here he was. With a cat. He shrugged. "Somewhere." DC was destroyed. West Virginia was destroyed, and several others. "Maybe North Africa somewhere. Algeria. Could fit in there. Ouran, Algiers. Somewhere like that. But we'll see."

NAT

“We can, not tonight though.” She was careful not to say no to him when he put out suggestions. Shutting him down felt unfair, like kicking a puppy. He didn’t deserve that. Yet she was still tired tonight, from a long flight and what was sure to be a long week. Once he had his space he seemed a little less tense, and the cat was still sitting expectantly near them both.

In time, when she had a full grasp of the truth, Natasha would track the old masters down and eliminate them. But there were other pieces of the plan in motion for now. She had no desire to play exterminator till she could be absolutely certain how it would end.

“Somewhere hot might be nice.” She didn’t even have details of where she was headed yet. That was a phone call and an encrypted email away. They were sharks, in their own way. Moving constantly to survive. That was the man she knew, although as his memories filtered back in he seemed to settle more. Maybe that was the American in him resurfacing. “Do you still want to go out to Colney island tomorrow? Up to you.”

BUCKY

“No, of course not. You wanted a quiet night.” With that came a quick grin. “And what would your neighbors think? You come home, you make noise, you leave.” Hardly neighborly.

“Could be.” There had to be a base in that region. It’d just take memory and stolen files to find it. “Hot and dry.” He’d take that over a jungle any day. “Nights are cold in the desert. But not so bad.” He could see a night sky in front of him for a moment. He’d have to go through those memories to get anywhere.

He set aside his last container, holding onto the fork for a moment. Because he could. And because she’d asked him a question. “Always making me make a choice, aren’t you.” It got on his nerves but it’d worked. “Sure. Middle of the day during the week and hope it rains.” That felt a little too easy to say. “For crowds, you know.”

NAT

“The neighbours might think I’ve got a man over. Who knows.” Others than Marina, Natasha kept to herself. A small smile here or a hello, just enough not to be a stranger but not enough to give anything away. A loner and a workaholic, even if what her job actually was seemed to escape them. She tossed a pice of chicken at the cat and handed him the container. She was done for now anyways. He clearly needed it more.

“You need help then you let me know. I can take a couple days off.” It might be good, to be in the field together again. To trust him and watch him work when her life wasn’t on the line. She spent too long chasing him down as a ghost, being on his side after over fifty years could be nice.

She smiled again. Small and slight, the corners of her mouth pulled up at his teasing. Someone had to give him a choice. “You got a jacket? I could get the bike out of storage. Or we take the subway.” It had been too long since she did something like that. It was funny, with an extended life how fast time seemed to slip by.

BUCKY

"They know you have me over sometimes." Whether he really counted was questionable, given everything - he was only sort of a person. He wondered what the neighbors said - beyond the eavesdropping he had already done. He stared at the container for a moment before taking it from her. It wasn't snatched back, so he dug in.

"I will." Maybe. If he thought about it at the time. But she was a good option - he knew how she operated and he knew more or less exactly how much he could trust her. He'd probably also never hear the end of it if she found him doing anything particularly foolish.

"Yeah, I've got one with my stuff." It had occurred to him that he could keep things at her place if he really wanted to, but the thought of having it potentially found if something was compromised made him hesitate to keep anything besides weapons there. "Bike." That was an easy choice. "Subway's fine, but the bike would be nice."

NAT

“You’ve met the neighbours? Actually spoken to them?” If he had, she was shocked. It was decent, actual progress. It wasn’t like she hadn’t briefly had people come and go, but it was rare. Maybe only Clint counted. Even then it had been mostly his space, his place, his things. If there was someone else in the last decade it wasn’t anything in particular.

She watched him take the food, he looked like Liho. Permanently starved. “Your stuff?” He had to have a footprint, it just seemed wild to her. She thought about asking what stuff, or if he wanted to leave it here but that wasn’t really smart given the already present security concerns. “You want the bike then we take the bike.” She shuffled backwards, letting her back rest against the wall. She considered scooping the cat but it didn’t feel fair when the chance of food was still present. Liho got the privilege of sharing his meal, which Nat hadn’t earned. “I’ll get up early and head to the locker to get things sorted then.”

BUCKY

"Three times. And if they can see or hear anything, they know." Old people gossiped. He was pretty sure at least. Something told him that, at least. Probably a memory - though from when he had no idea. "Not for long, though." Bucky didn't really talk to people if he could avoid it. Sometimes it was nice, but so close to where he stayed felt like a risk.

"I have a cache. And a backpack." A cache which he should probably move in a few weeks. Didn't hurt to be careful, after all. Especially when they seemed to be targeting Natasha. There were too many organizations in their pasts to ever lose the paranoia that clung to him. "Good. I want to see it, make sure it's a good one." Not that he didn't trust her, but Bucky was remembering amount of mechanical knowledge beyond how to do repairs on his arm. "Okay. You don't have to leave too early, though." He'd missed her, even if he hadn't yet admitted it. Maybe he would.

NAT

“Wow, and I keep making fun of you for being a shut in. You should have told me you’re turning into a social butterfly.” She watched him, green eyes reading his body. He was like an animal really, so much of him was instinct. “You still hungry?”

“Good.” Assets didn’t have stuff. Agents could drop everything with no warning and move. Leaving a footprint was a sign of real emotions, real connections. A footprint. “Oh it’s a good one. SHIELD don’t pay well but Stark loves to impress for birthday gifts. Apparently this was for my 30th.” That was what it said on file, anyways.

He was almost sweet as he said it. Almost kind. “Earlier we go, less people there will be. Don’t you want that?”

BUCKY

“Didn’t want you to lose a source of fun.” He tensed without tensing when she asked, only his eyes moving to look down at the now empty container. Well - one more bite for Liho, which he tossed for the cat. “No. I’m good now.” He set aside the container, scooting a bit closer to her.

He shrugged. “Weapons, mostly. Got no one just handing them over anymore.” And who knew exactly what he’d need next. “He should know, then. About motorcycles. Or at least machines.” He didn’t trust Stark but that seemed in the man’s wheelhouse. “How many 30th’s have you had?”

He shrugged, hearing the plates in his arm flutter. “I do. But you wanted rest.”

NAT

“There’s plenty of other things for me to make fun of, don’t you worry.” The second he inched close it was invitation enough. She loses the gap, settling on the side of his human shoulder and threading her fingers through his. She squeezed his hand just to check in, more for her benefit than his. “We should stop feeding her human food. It’s bound to be bad for her.”

They were both raised when animals got scraps from whatever was left on the table, but there was probably science to say half of it was toxic by now. Liho wasn’t super, like them.

“Anything fun? Anything normal?” So having stuff wasn’t necessarily a good thing. “You saying I don’t have taste? And asking how old I am? Did no one ever teach you manners?”

She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, they very fake outrage in her voice matched with a smile. “A few. You missed a good one, in the eighties I had a gorgeous surprise party in Paris...”

It had all been fake, obviously. The target needed an excuse to get her alone and as his live-in girlfriend it was the right move. But the cake was beautiful, and the champagne tasted good even if the tipsy act had been irritating.

“We’ll see how late we sleep and go from there.”

BUCKY

“I guess I’ll find out.” No worries there. She talked to him like he was another person - pretty much always had. She took the cue, moving closer herself and leaning on him. He squeezed back, remembering to be gentle. “I don’t do it often.” Which was probably telling of what he subsisted on when she was away. “But I can stop.”

He could. He’d just have to find another way to spoil her. And persuade Liho that he wasn’t betraying her.

He was pretty sure weapons were normal. “Some clothes.” He wore layers, but his bag could also only hold so much.

“I am. Too practical.” Not that it was a bad thing when it came to vehicles, but in this case, it was nice to have fun. “I’m older, it’s okay.” He shook his head, punting a memory down the road. “No, wasn’t protocol.”

“Sounds like a good time.” Who knew what he was doing at that time. “Might’ve been in the freezer then.” Like ice cream, his brain provided.

A nod. “A good plan.” Bucky was hopeful he’d get decent sleep, but he wasn’t capable of sleeping too long.

NAT

“She probably deserves it. Not like she was eating healthy before she found me.” That was important. Nat might have taken the poor scrap in but really it was Liho who should get the credit. Not just for making her life a little less lonely, but for making Bucky stick around too.

“You could leave clothes here if you wanted.” It was nice to put the offer out there, maybe he’d take it if he ever felt ready. She laughed at his jab at her taste. “I’m practical because half of them get wrecked- Steve is a fucker for it. There’s no way a nice bike like this one is seeing any kind of Avengers duty.”

It was flashy. Bright red, more of a statement than a vehicle. But Stark liked his extravagance. “Come on. What about your family? Your Mom never tell you how to talk to a lady?”

Not that she was much of a lady, she just wanted to hear him talk. Natasha Romanoff was a weapon at best.

She nodded against his shoulder, tapping the floor with her free hand in hopes of coaxing the cat to join them.

BUCKY

“She does.” He firmly believed it, too, maybe seeing a little bit of himself in Liho from time to time. “If she’s eating, it means I’m eating too. You, I don’t know.” He’d seen how much was left in that container.

“I could.” He’d have to think about which ones would seem normal or at least less suspicious of anyone ever looked through her place. A bit of a laugh. He squinted off across the room for a minute. “I think he’s been like that for a long time. And add in all of the Avengers, it will be worse.” He didn’t hate them - hatred was still an emotion he wasn’t sure how to tap into consistently - but he didn’t trust them.

“Yeah, she did.” For a moment, his original accent stuck. “Too bad they burned all of that out.” He wished he could remember her better, but those memories were scrambled and painful. “Not sure I’d call you a lady like this, though.”

He watched Liho as she considered joining them. “Call her. That might help.”

NAT

“Long day, longer flight. That’s all, promise.” She didn’t eat enough, and sometimes wine counted as a food group. Not that she could be considered an alcoholic given the lack of side effects. Tonight she was simply distracted, but she’d make an effort tomorrow morning when they stopped somewhere. Pancakes at a diner, so he could devour a whole stack if he wanted. Maybe she should cook, she did know how. It was just that leaving again the day after made it feel a little useless.

She read his squint, knowing that look. She loved her team, or what was her team. She missed them even if she was too jaded to admit it. Being on the outside was her resting state, but having people to have faith in and work beside... it was a nice change. She didn’t trust them, but that was her own issue. She didn’t trust anyone. Maybe worth the exception of the man on her arm.

“They egg each other on. Too much testosterone in one room sometimes. You’d like Thor, he’s a sweetheart. Very easy to mess with.” Nat shoved him a little for his remark. “It’s been too long since you’ve seen me in a dress, you need a reminder of how well I scrub up. You should call her, she likes you more.”

BUCKY

"Okay." He wasn't sure he believed that. What did either of them promising anything mean? Bucky could be ordered to tell the truth, but she couldn't. Not as easily, at least. "I know you can go a long time without it, but might as well stock up before it's a problem." Not that he thought she was heading for anything like that, but you really never knew.

"It was like that in the war," he said. He was pretty sure at least. "Especially after Steve got there." That was after the experiments. A lot of that time was a little blurry and he wasn't sure how much he'd get back. "I remember the team a little." Moments, flashes, lunacy.

"Sounds right up my alley. He's the alien. I want to know about that." What space was like, what he though about earth and other plants. What sort of things they had on his planet. Bucky smiled at the push. "You'll have to scrub up, then. Get fancy, make it look like you're slumming it with me." She did, but that was because he was around more. "Liho, come join us."

NAT

“I don’t work like you. All that food, I’d feel stuffed. Little and often is more my style.” That wasn’t a lie. She was a grazer by nature. It was less conspicuous. “I was thinking about breakfast on the road tomorrow, and then you can lecture me on how coffee isn’t a meal. How does that sound?”

She would make an effort, because it was better than giving him something else to worry about. She got up for a moment, slinking away from him to the breakfast bar to grab the spare wine glass and the bottle- and then her own from the coffee table. She poured one for him, curling back up against his side with tired eyes. Then Natasha extended it for him to take. It was good wine. Fruity and full bodied.

“What do you remember?” She didn’t have to keep pushing, but it was nice to hear there was a happy past somewhere. He had a family and a life before the war, something she had always wanted. She could share his memories like they were her own.

“You’ll have to ask him sometime.” She hadn’t really quizzed the god of thunder, but if she was ever allowed to see them again then she would make an effort even if it was just to report back. “He speaks like a Shakespearean villain, so dramatic. Good texter though. Drives the others mad.”

Her friends. Or at least as close as she could get. “Next time I’ve got an event you could be my date. Have everyone jealous to have me on your arm.” It was a fantasy. One she would have liked if it had been reality. Instead he got here her, in unguarded moments. There was some kind of silver lining in that. She wasn’t performing, just at a resting state. The cat finally made a small noise, padding over with only her claws making noise on the hard wood floor and immediately purring as she clambered into his lap.

BUCKY

"Hm. You still need to eat at all, though." Wine wasn't a meal, but maybe that was just Bucky's need for a lot of sustenance to keep going talking. "Little doesn't mean nothing." He didn't need to push the issue. She was capable of taking care of herself. "Coffee is not a meal. I can tell you that now." But he shrugged. "That sounds nice."

Wine would not do anything to him. He knew this from before, he thought. Maybe not because of wine, but for some other reason. He took the glass from her when it was offered, her pressed up against his side. Something like this was not a meal - no need to protect it from her.

He shrugged the shoulder she wasn't leaning against. "We fought in woods and fields and mud. A lot of mud. We'd scrape it off of everything. Throw it at each other until you got tackled. And then more muddy. It was one of those things - we knew we were wasting energy, but we needed something or we'd lose our minds." It was all jumbled together, but it was fairly linear.

"You think I'll meet him?" It seemed like a big step when he already couldn't quite talk to Steve. Who he had known once. Warming up to Natasha had taken some time too. He didn't know how he'd approach a true stranger, much less an alien. "I wonder why he does." Maybe he had a translator device. That was from a radio drama, he thought. "How come? Because he knows how to text?"

A quick flash of a smile. "Metal or flesh?" They'd never get to that point. He was a fugitive from multiple governments, multiple agencies. Bucky didn't think he'd find internal or external peace for a long time. Maybe he never would. The cat listened to him - a victory. "See? You should come home more often. She thinks I'm the one who lives here." He petted the cat carefully, switching the wineglass to his metal hand.

NAT

“Alright doc, any other health advice for me?” It rolled off her tongue instantly, but not defensively. “I’ll have some biscuits from the cupboard or something if you’ve left me any. Does that sound fair?”

She noticed there was far less of a reaction this time, less of a drive to protect. Maybe it was because he was full, or he read that she was no real threat. Nat closed her eyes to listen to him, a soft smile spreading across her face. He had mud, where she had only known the bitter winters of war. The way Bucky spoke made it seem like the mythical good old days people referred to. The brotherhood and camaraderie that she had never fully known.

“If you want.” The chance was almost none. Not without a small miracle, yet it was no harm to anyone to pretend. “He’s dramatic. Good heart though, always means well. He send paragraphs, huge long statements of intent and it drives Tony mad. Someone might have told him it’s rude not to state the time and date at the start- oh and of course sign off.” She laughed, fully proud of herself.

She set her glass down to her left to wrap her arm under the one she was leaning on. Looping it lightly as he stroked the cat. “This one. Metal one is too stiff. Does it still hurt?”

He didn’t have to say it. It was clear, both in how he held himself when no one was looking and how he slept. When he wasn’t in a blanket nest in the hall closet. “Yeah, I know.” It was the first time she fully conceded the point. But how was there a way to tell him this still didn’t feel like home? She was on the outs with the Avengers, her identity was known and she had a lot to answer for. Especially to Steve.

She didn’t open her eyes but let out a heavy sigh. “If I know you’re here it’s more likely. I’ve not exactly got friends in New York right now.”

BUCKY

“Breakfast is healthy.” If she wanted to make fun of his suggestions, he could do the same. He considered. “That is okay.” Probably. She wouldn’t each much and since he had a base he could get more food. She had picked up food for him today. This was a fair exchange. “There is good in the cupboard by the refrigerator. The cat food is under the sink. Your choice.” A joke.

She relaxed into him more fully, closing her eyes in his presence in a way that no one had dared do in a very long time. Maybe the last time had been her.

He didn’t want things like that. He barely knew which brand of food he wanted over another. “Maybe.” Probably not. But he didn’t want to disappoint her. “He sounds like a nice friend for you. Not normal, but at least he’s nice.” A quick huff of a laugh. “Of course. A good protocol you designed.” It had to be her, if it annoyed the other ones. And if she was actually laughing like that.

She got even closer, touch light. Escapable. The cat settled into his lap, purring almost imperceptibly. The metal one was an amazing piece of engineering, he’d been told. But it wasn’t really his. “Nothing above baseline. It’s stable.” There were some slightly damaged plates, and he was often on the edge of the weight of it causing problems. But today it hurt no more than usual.

“I thought you might.” They’d talked about this before, and she wasn’t a fool. She sighed, air currents playing over his arm. “I can tell you when I’m here.” Right, yes, she’d blown every cover on record. “I’m a friend. I think, at least. I haven’t tried to kill you for at least a year.”

NAT

“I don’t know who it would be worse for you to take food from, you or little misery down here.” Her time was warm, it wasn’t an accusation. Just an observation. And he was funny, so he earned another soft laugh. It was a welcome distraction when he was funny, a reminder there was a human beneath the pain and hazy memories.

“I think our definition of normal was broken a long time ago. I’ve been hanging out with men in spandex and robot armour, it’s hardly a good measure.” His maybe was non-communal. She didn’t miss it for a second, shattering her daydream just a little. It was fair for him to be skeptical though, and it wasn’t like she was going to be allowed back in stark tower anytime soon.

“You want me to take a look?” She was indeed tired, but that ball he slept in had to be making things worse. There was hardly much she could do, but she knew enough about the human side of his body. How it carried stress and how to relieve pain if need be.

“You’re a friend James. Definitely a friend.” That much she was certain of. As much as Natasha was attracted to danger, she wouldn’t be curled up on the floor with him like this if there was any doubt. The metallic sound of his arm was oddly soothing. “It’s refreshing, nee level of friendship for us.”

BUCKY

"Me. She cannot tear you from limb to limb." Bucky thought what he might be feeling was some sort of defensiveness. She hadn't taken anything from him, but there was always the possibility that one day she might. She could starve too.

She laughed a little, though, and he relaxed slightly. "I agree." He couldn't imagine what that could be like. They'd always sent teams with him - normal people. "They stand out a lot more than you do."

He didn't know if he had the energy to want much - his body was still working through the food he'd just eaten. He could let her that close. He knew that. "If you want to." It wasn't a yes or a no, but he set down his glass at his side to pull his shirt off one-handed while trying not to disturb the cat.

A friend. It was nice of her to think that. He still wasn't sure that was allowed, but it'd be nice. "Thanks." She had tried a little less to kill him. "I guess so. I take care of your cat for you, you make fun of me."

NAT

She hummed softly, knowing he wasn’t joking. He could pull her apart at the seams if he really wanted to. She just had enough trust that he didn’t.

Natasha shuffled off the wall to get a better look at his back, hands on it the second the shirt was over his head. It had been a long time since she had seen it in real detail, and so many of the scars were new. Of course she knew how brutally cruel his life had been. But she was more than a little grateful he couldn’t read the sadness in her eyes as she surveyed the damage. She started at the base of his spine, digging her thumbs in with a little pressure and slowly, carefully moving them up towards his shoulders.

It was hard to tell what was metal and what was knots. “If anything hurts, tell me. I mean it.” Once she hit underneath his shoulder blades, she ran her thumbs outwards, just underneath the curve.

“Seems like a fair exchange, although if I’m going to keep feeding you I might have to work a bit more. You eat like a racehorse.” Hopefully he would see that as more teasing and not a reason to stop showing up.

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This prompt for hananeneweek20 is Role Reversal AU!

It’d been a month since Amane met the ghost haunting the boy’s bathroom on the third floor of the old school building. Hanako-san hadn’t been what he expected in the slightest, in fact, she was possibly the most human ghost that he’d ever met. And that was saying something. Seeing her around school, whispering to him during his classes, dragging him into one supernatural debacle to the next — it colored his school life with emotions that he didn’t think possible.

She didn’t mind listening to him talk about science, the earth and the celestial bodies that filled the heavens. Their talks lasting well into the afternoon where his brother would come calling after him that it was time to go home and that he should stop talking to himself on the roof. Of course, Tsukasa couldn’t see her but Hanako-san didn’t seem to mind.

She was happy enough talking to Amane and somehow, that both made him happy and sad. Seeing her waving goodbye from the school gates as Tsukasa dragged him off to catch the next trolley car, his touch warm where Hanako-san’s was cold as her fingers left the crook of Amane’s elbow as he was pulled away. The imprint lasting well after he was in his pajamas, warm from the bath, and listening to his brother’s raucous snoring on the other side of the room.

Gazing up at the moon from his window, the silver reminding him of her ashen hair and that somewhere she was looking up at the same sky from her perch on that window ledge of the bathroom. She granted his wish. To not have to go anywhere, to find happiness where he was, and each day was better than the last.

She had given him so much despite her somewhat zany way of being and asked for little in return but his labor. Cleaning bathrooms every so often was worth the adventures and hearing her laughter, her smile, her way of fawning over his classmates and teasing about potential crushes of his own. But for everything that she’d given him, what did he give her in return?

When there was a fight, she had to rescue him.

When his friends were taken past the Boundary, she promised to bring them back.

When he stumbled upon one supernatural wonder after another, she was there to keep him from going too far.

Seeing her beaten and bruised, her black dress torn and hat lopsided, giving him warm tight smiles or laughing it off was too much. There had to be something. Something that he could do for her for all that she’d given him — but nothing felt like enough.

He started calling her Hanako-chan to show that they were friends.

Asking her to confide in him when the weight of the world was too much for her.

Helped with her gardening and grew flowers to see the light in her ruby irises shine.

So often were they dull as she confronted her duties. Tsuchigomori-sensei casting a wayward glance at her as she brushed by him while they were conducting lessons. Yako batting at her hand when she attempted to pet her then bowing her head when she rested her hand between her ears. It was as if she were holding this great sadness and when he caught a glimpse of it, it was gone.

And there was little he could do.

“Neh, Hanako-chan?” Amane asked tentatively, looking up from the polished hardwood floors as the procession of Mokke made their way to the window ledge handing her rows of candy. She was triumphant with a haughty grin on her face, taking the candy with a nod, one of her hands holding a deck of cards. He smiled exasperatedly. They must have been gambling again.

Once her candy was collected and the Mokke left swearing vengeance upon her, she looked at him and smiled. “Hm? Done already?”

He wanted to point out that there wasn’t much to clean. No one really used this bathroom because they were afraid of her rumor and the few that dared to enter were quickly warded off by the Mokke making noise and mischief. The thought crossing his mind of how lonely it must be for her to not have anyone even attempt to summon her or interact with her. Even as a joke.

“A lot of people come and ask you for wishes, right?”

Her ruby eyes narrowed and Amane quickly questioned his wording until he heard the tell-tale lilting hum. A familiar sound when she neither confirmed or denied one of his questions. Both comforting and foreboding.

“And you take things in exchange but that’s just your job..” His voice trailed off as she arched a brow, and he quickly added. “Part of your rumor, I mean…”

One of her hakujoudai floated closer and she set the deck of cards atop of it to be carried away, keeping his gaze all the while. Her own searching his eyes as if she could glean his secrets with a glance. Amane gulped, gripping the handle of his mop until the palm of his hands were burning. It was moments like this that he remembered that she wasn’t someone around his age. She was much older, wiser, and likely dangerous —

But he liked her anyway.

He told her that he liked her anyway.

Hanako stayed silent as she studied him and it was bothering him more and more. Glancing down at his feet, Amane wetted his lips then looked up to meet her eyes.

“Do you ever take anything that you actually want?” He asked, wringing the mop’s handle between his hands.

Hanako hummed softly, the corner of her lips curving into that smile that made his stomach do backflips and his face burn. “Well, just recently I did…” She said cheerily, resting her cheek in her hand, her eyes seeming to glow.

Remembering the classroom, her fingers interlaced with his own, cold seeping into his palms but her smile made him feel warm. “I’m not talking about that…” Amane grumbled, loosening his hold on the mop, letting it fall from his hand and clatter against the wall nearest to the mirror. His hands swinging uselessly by his sides, fingers pressing against the seam of his pants before curling into fists.

“Come on… we’re friends, right..?” He felt his cheeks burning as the courage welled up inside of him was steadily draining. Communicating his thoughts like this was difficult but she never seemed to hear him unless he spoke outright. “If there’s something that you want then I’ll do my best to give it to you.”

“Something that I want…”

Amane gasped, his shoulders hiking and heart leaping into his throat at the soft whisperb behind him. Cold fingers dancing across his shoulder, the chill felt through his clothes as her fingers traced along his neck, playing with the choppy ends of his hair. Slowly turning his head, his eyes widened. He hadn’t realized in his nervousness that Hanako had gotten close enough to look at him cheek to cheek and eye to eye.

“Does that mean anything?” She asked softly in a low whisper, and Amane blushed profusely, stumbling backward. His foot catching against the bucket and the water sloshed around as he hunkered closer to the wall, his heart pounding.

Hanako giggled, clasping her hands behind his back. “Just kidding,” she called, stepping closer to him and reaching out to tap her finger against his cheek. Her touch cool against his heated skin and between the wall at his back and her smiling at him — there was nowhere to go. “You’re adorable, Amane.”

It was easy to forget that she was a ghost. Someone who was long dead and could have been playing with him just as much as she was serious. When she said his name like that, as if he were the most precious thing in the world, as if it were velvet on her tongue — it made him tremble inside.

Her light poke to his cheek shifted to a caress, her palm resting against his cheek and thumb lightly stroke beneath his eye.

“Just stay by my side and I won’t want anything else,” Hanako muttered, her voice barely a whisper on the wind as if she were imparting a secret to him as she leant closer. The half-lidded ruby eyes closing as she gave him a wide smile. A flicker of pain that he nearly caught quickly covered from view. “Okay?”

For a moment, he was stunned into silence.

For a moment, he wanted to ask her why she looked pained.

But he was bitterly reminded of that day beneath the “confession tree” where she held his face like this and asked him to go out with her. He wholeheartedly felt like agreeing but she urged him to say no, mouthing the words to him then giving him a smile. He hated her knowing smile when he turned away from her with a flushed face. Or the sorrowful look she wore when she apologized.

Of course he forgave her but he was disappointed. Although he tried hard not to think of why.

“Another fake confession?” Amane huffed, brushing her hand away by the wrist when her fingers curled around his own. It was blistering cold the closer she got to him but he was captivated by ruby eyes. Her wide smile smaller, shyer, and she almost resembled a normal girl.

“What do you mean, it’s my request…” She held his hand between her own, smiling up at him with softened eyes. His heartbeat picking up at the sight. “You wouldn’t deny me, right?”

The first word on his lips was ‘no’. She had given so much to him and although she didn’t ask for much in return, he was indebted to her. He wanted to help her as much as possible until their contract came to an end. And even then, he didn’t want it to end. Distantly, he wondered if Hanako wanted it to end either. Seizing the opportunity to hold her hand, he curled his fingers around hers.

“I guess not,” Amane said flippantly, hiking his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug as he stepped forward, lifting their clasped hands to where his own lips were covered. His eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled at her. “Even with your ankles, I still like you.”

It was worth it to see the scarlet stain her cheeks at hte compliment before his words sank in and her eyes narrowed at him.

“Hey.. What do you mean by even with my ankles?” She asked with a glare, yanking him forward until they were toe to toe.

“Nothing, nothing!” He replied with a laugh, spying the slight twitch in her lips as she fought down a smile. He wasn’t sure why she was so sensitive about her ankles. Perhaps it was something from when she was alive. But he thought that she was pretty no matter what.

Dismissing the thoughts with a sharp shake of the head, he ignored her curious stare, scratching at his cheek as he looked aside. “Your request, I wouldn’t mind fulfilling it,” he said, feeling more clear-headed than before. He winked at her and grinned. “Because I’m a human that grants the wishes of ghosts.”

Her eyes widened and she stared at him. Did he say something wrong? A myriad of emotions displayed in her eyes and he felt as if he treaded on something unspoken. Grounds that she wasn’t comfortable with. Despite knowing that she could slip from his grasp, he held her hand tighter. Wanting to comfort. Wanting her not to leave. To pull away when they were this close.

Hanako sighed, averting her gaze with a shake of the head. “You’ve been spending too much time with Tsukasa.”

Whatever tension that was filling the air had been broken for the time being and though he didn’t want to let it go, she didn’t move away. And for that reason, he was content to let it go for now.

“Well, we are brothers..”

“Yes, you are…” Hanako sighed. The evening sunlight washing over her and warming her features to where she almost seemed human. “Brothers that get along well.” She squeezed his hand and her smile tightened at the corners. “And I hope that you always will be.”

He wanted to do the most that he could for her but he wondered how far had she gone for him? And why did she look so sad?

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