#i genuinely don’t know how to react to this

[mongoosemagazine]

Anti-socialMedicReader! x Smug Ghost

Warning: Reader is autistic coded, mentions of preferences (ghost) slow burn if this is multiple parts, mentions of violence & blood

Medicreader! Who hates people trying to cope with Ghost who thinks it’s funny. He got pretty beat up during a mission, they were on a long deployment in a temporary base. She didn’t have any of her normal safe people with her, staying in her office all day and retreating into her sleep roll that night without so much of a word to anyone else. The guys couldn't help but react like they were seeing an endangered species whenever they caught a glance of her. 

Ghost dragged himself into the medbay, sluggish and worn, only to see who he oh so lovingly referred to as mouse perched behind her desk. Her meek little expression as she stood and pointed at the cot. He followed her command but his eyes tracked her as she moved across the room. “So am I ever going to hear your voice? Or are you mute or something?”

“Not mute” she collected her supplies on her dish and rolled the plate up next to his cot along with her ergonomic chair. “What happened?” She spoke quietly but unafraid.

“Bastard got a little too close and personal while I was busy with his mate-” he could see the slight upturn in her lips, cheeky bird. “But he's much worse off than I am, don't worry about your pretty head.”

“I wasn't worried” she tugged up his shirt to treat his wounds as he sat there taken aback by her bluntness. “That was mean…sorry” she sat awkwardly shifting slightly before admitting “ ...i'm not really sorry.”

This time he could feel the upturn in his own lips at her words. He puffed up his chest as she cleaned his wounds on his abdomen with warm soapy water, trying to seem like a tough man. “Did they get you anywhere else?” 

He tried to sit up a little only for her to grip his pant loop to keep him in place while she worked, a glare working as a warning. He cleared his throat awkwardly. A feeling that had been foreign to him for a good while, he was used to being the intimidating presence that evoked it in others. “No love, they couldn't if they tried”

“While obviously they could.” damn there was nothing he could say to flatter her at all, nothing to make her blush or swoon. Normally he wasn’t interested in making women react like that at all. Maybe because that came with his shape and build and as they always say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. “And I'm not your love. Lieutenant” 

Something in the way she said it made his heart feel weird, was he into being shut down like this? No no no…he was in control, he was respected…but something about this medic not giving a damn about him or his reputation just…did something for him. “So, how come you lock yerself in here all the time?”

“Cause you all bore me.” she replied frankly now locked in on the stitches she was weaving into the thin skin over his hip bone. “You’re all sweaty…gross and…loud..” she grimaced, “i don’t like people who don’t smell good.”

“I’ve a feeling you don’t like many people, mouse.” he sighed and gripped the metal bar holding the fabric of the cot. “You should try socialising more.”

“Says he” she scoffed as she started bandaging him up.

He smirked slightly as her snarky comment, “And how would you know anything about that, sweetheart” he propped himself up onto his forearms. 

“Just because I don't talk to people doesn't mean I'm not observant.” she taped down the gauze. “There. Come back tomorrow so I can clean and redress it. Don’t be a dumbass.”

“You didn’t correct me.” 

Her head turned up to look at him “what?” she furrowed her brows as she removed her blue latex gloves and cleaned her station, simon dressing himself in his bloodied shirt.

“I said you didn’t correct me…sweetheart” he held the door frame as he left the room, letting her stew in her own discomfort. 

She awkwardly stood and flexed her hand that had gripped his belt loop, it had been a while without genuine human contact.

part 2

[fableforger]

ROs react to playful!MC feeling silly+affectionate and “attacking” them with kisses all over their face? Bonus points for what the RO might have done to provoke such apocalytic levels of cuteness aggression 😌

Thank you so much for the ask! It was a lot of fun to think about. 🤗 For this scenario, I’m imagining that the MC and each RO are already in a committed, loving relationship.

So, let's go:

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Alexos/Alexa: They did something incredibly thoughtful and selfless for you - without saying a word, and without expecting anything in return. So you can’t help yourself. You have to show them how much you love them.

They react with startled tension. Blink. Blink. A single: “What are you -?” And then they go completely still - warm, quiet beneath your touch.

They don’t stop you. They wouldn’t dare. But when you finally pull back, they’re flushed, stunned - and holding onto you just a little tighter.

“…Okay. That was… uncalled for. But not unwelcome.”

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Theron/Thera They looked at you with that soft little smile and whispered, “I have the feeling I was always destined to meet you.” And you can’t let them just say that. Not without a reaction.

So you give them one.

They laugh - genuine, light, a little surprised. They tilt their head into the kisses, eyes half-lidded, a breathy, dreamy: “More?”

You make them glow. And they let it happen like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“If this is the price I have to pay for saying that, I’ll pay it gladly.”

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Rhaelos/Rhaela They handed you something simple - like tea, or your favorite snack - without a word. Just that look. That look. The one that says your well-being is always their first priority.

And you can’t hold back anymore. They gave you something - so you're giving something back.

When you do, they go completely still. Not resisting - just processing. One brow lifts, slowly. Because, well… you’re kissing them. A lot.

When it’s over, they blink once and say, deadpan: “I suppose I deserved this.”

You’re not entirely sure if they meant it as punishment or reward.

...But they do pull you back in. Very gently. Very deliberately.

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Dorian/Dione They teased you with that stupidly charming smirk and said, “You’re cute when you pout.”

So you decide to punish them. Oh, they want cute? You’ll give them cute.

They start cackling - melting - fighting back with a dramatic gasp and flailing limbs: “Ah! Betrayed! Attacked by affection! Is nothing sacred?”

They take off running, but it’s all mock flight - and you’re already chasing after them, grinning like a storm.

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Drakon He said something smug - “I know you want me.” And then winked.

So sure of himself. So infuriatingly confident. Just once, you want to throw him off balance. Surprise him. And since he’s so certain you can’t resist him... You don’t.

You launch yourself at him.

His reaction comes in perfect order: Confused. Amused. Very, very still. Then - a low, pleased growl as you kiss every inch of that maddeningly arrogant face.

“You know,” he murmurs, voice like heat, “only you get to do that. Anyone else would be on the floor by now.”

You like the way he says it. Because now you get to feel a little smug.

And if you try to leave - he pulls you right back in.

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Zephiron/Zephyra They saw right through you.

Caught that spark in your eyes, the one you thought you’d hidden, and said something infuriatingly observant like, “You always look like that when you’re planning something.” With that knowing grin.

You hate that you can never surprise them. But you’ll never stop trying.

So you launch your attack: kisses. Everywhere.

They inhale sharply. Then laugh - soft, breathy, delighted. And their arms close around your waist as you kiss them into silence.

“So that was your plan,” they murmur.

And then they kiss you back. Fewer places. But with far more precision than should be legal.

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??? She started this war.

She was the one who ambushed you first- peppering you with kisses so fast and so many you could barely breathe. So when she finally pulls back, laughing and breathless -

You immediately return fire.

She squeals. Instantly. Laughing, gasping, clinging to you like you're both about to fly.

“Wait – wait – stop - no don’t stop - aaaaaah!”

She’s absolutely delighted.

But don’t get cocky - she will retaliate. Tenfold. There will be chaos. There will be spinning. Something will get knocked over.

And it will be perfect.

[p1eceandharmon1]

how they react after hurting you ┊ p1harmony (part 2)

fluff! (with a bit of angst!) ┊ gn!reader ┊ word count: 2197

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a/n: hii!! it took me longer than I expected to post part 2, but it's finally here!! andd I just realized that there are more than 200 people following my blog so I just wanted to take a moment to thank you guys so so so much, it means the world to me <3. I know it takes me a little while to post cause I always want to make sure that my works are as perfect as possible, so tysm for bearing with me. lastly, i have some more request in my inbox, so they will be coming soon!!

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➳ Intak ┊ 황인탁

It had been like that for a whole week already. Every single day, you only saw Intak late at night, when he came back home after his never-ending schedules of the day. Sometimes, he would sit on the couch, scrolling through his phone, or he would go directly to sleep, but in any of those cases would he say a word. You understood he had a lot of work, especially now that he was preparing for another promotion season and upcoming festivals, and it wasn’t surprising that his energy was completely drained. You decided it would be better to leave him some space, only wishing him a good night quietly when you went to bed.

It has never been this bad, though. Of course he has previously gone through periods of time when he was busier with work but it never made him build such a barrier between you two. It couldn’t be healthy for a person as energetic and affectionate as Intak to be this exhausted, and not to say distant — you were starting to miss your boyfriend so badly.

One day like any other, Intak came home when you were sitting in the living room, watching TV. He put his bag aside and came to sit next to you, letting out a tired sigh as soon as his body met the comfortable couch. He had his eyes closed as you took a look at his face and bit your lip, hesitating to initiate a conversation. “Did you have dinner?”, you asked carefully. He shook his head as a response. “Do you want me to make you something to eat?”, you asked again. “No, I’m not hungry”.

You stayed silent for a bit, not daring to insist. Maybe it wasn’t the best moment to address the situation properly, even though you had been thinking about expressing your concern about him for days. You let go of this idea while looking at him, visibly tired. Instead, you decided to reach for his hand, hoping some physical contact would ease the atmosphere and bring him some comfort.

Just a second after your fingers touched his, he took his hand away and stood up abruptly, almost as if he had got a shock. “I’m going to bed”, he said, not making eye-contact. Your heart broke in pieces because of his rejection and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Wait!”, your voice was louder than you intended, but you didn’t care. “What the hell is wrong with you?”. He turned around, genuinely surprised by your reaction, only to find you on the verge of tears. “I get that you’re stressed but, is it really that difficult to talk to me? I’m tired of this silent treatment and I’m tired of feeling like a burden to you”.

The next thing you knew was that Intak was wrapping his arms around you, holding you against him like his life depended on it. “Please, don’t say that,” his voice was soft against your ear. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I’m so sorry”. His sincere apology and his familiar scent finally surrounding you after so long made your tears fall silently and land on his T-shirt. You closed your eyes and buried your face in the crook of his neck as he kept caressing your back.

“I didn’t want to worry you with my issues but I ended up pushing you away. I didn’t realize I was hurting your feelings,” he continued. “Please, forgive me”. You pulled away enough to look at his face. “I forgive you. But, next time, you need to open up to me instead of holding it all in. That’s what I’m here for, you idiot”. He let out a chuckle before kissing your forehead and pulling you back into a hug. “Yes ma’am. I will”.

➳ Soul ┊ 白翔太

You were on the bus, on your way back home after a long day of work, only wanting to be surrounded by the warmth of your apartment where Shota was supposed to be waiting for you. He had just returned from the group’s overseas tour, so you had agreed on having a little cosy at-home date. He wanted to prepare a little surprise for you since you two hadn’t been able to have a proper date for the couple of months he’d been away, so he had ordered some food from your favorite place and picked a movie to watch while cuddling.

You were only one bus stop away from yours when a notification popped on your phone screen. It was from P1Harmony’s official social media account, so you unlocked your phone, suddenly curious about what it was about. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you read the post, which was announcing the group’s new tour starting next month. You shook your head, refusing to believe that. You checked again, hoping that it was only a fan account, but that wasn’t the case. You scrolled a bit more only to see the fans’ reactions to the announcement, which confirmed that the tour was in fact going to take place.

You got off the bus, millions of thoughts running through your head. You first thought about how crazy it was for the company to send the boys again on tour when they had just returned from their previous one. It hurt so much to think that you had been waiting for so long to finally have your boyfriend back only for them to send him away this soon. But then, you thought about Shota. He must have known about this, and you couldn’t understand why he hadn’t said a word to you. You felt betrayed and disappointed that he chose not to let you know, as if it had nothing to do with you. Looking for a good reason for him not to share this important information, you totally forgot he was waiting for you at home.

You unlocked the front door with tears gathering in your eyes due to the sudden and overwhelming flow of feelings, and once you entered, you heard Shota’s voice behind you. “Hi, love. How was today?”. You heard his steps, indicating he was approaching you. You turned around and he was smiling sweetly at you, but that smile faded as soon as he noticed your expression. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”.

You didn’t answer. You let your bag fall to the ground, not caring a bit about it, and took out your phone to show him the tour announcement you saw. “Would you mind explaining this?”. Shota went pale at the sight of the post. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I…”, he tried to apologize but you cut him off. “When were you gonna tell me that you’re going away again?”, you asked in a cold tone. “I was waiting for the right moment”, he said, his voice almost a whisper. “And when is that? When you’re already on the plane?” your voice cracked. “I just got you back, Shota”, you couldn’t keep on talking, or else the tears would fall.

He took a step closer to you, starting to realize the mistake he had made, but you stepped away from him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, and that’s when the first tear rolled down your cheek. “I was going to, really. I just… I wanted to spend some more time with you without worrying about the distance again. I didn’t expect the announcement to be released this soon…”, he explained.

Shota reached out his hand to wipe one of your tears away and, seeing that this time you didn’t reject him, he came closer to wrap his arms around you, holding you impossibly close to him. “I’m sorry I’m leaving. But this time is not going to be for so long”. You shook your head. “It wasn’t that what bothered me. I want you to tell me this type of things. I never want to find out about stuff like this through social media again, okay?”.

“You’re right. It won’t happen again”, he promised and kept on holding you, pressing a kiss to your hair to seal the promise.

➳ Jongseob ┊ 김종섭

You’ve been insisting to Jongseob about how bad his room needed a makeover since the boys moved dorms and they didn’t have to share rooms anymore. Now, he had full freedom to choose his own furniture and decorations, although he found it kind of overwhelming. However, with your help, he had spent a couple of days buying his new items online, and they had finally arrived.

You came over to Jongseob’s place on his day off, when he had planned to rearrange his room. “I told you, you didn’t have to come,” he said as you two were taking the boxes into his room. “It’s a lot of work and it’s your free day”. “I don’t mind, really. It’s gonna be fun. Plus, I wanted to see you today”, you smiled at him and he returned the gesture, not able to hide his blush.

You placed the heavy box down, the one containing the pieces of the desk you were supposed to build. Jongseob had already taken the old desk outside, so now you had plenty of space to start figuring out how to build the new one. It was actually very entertaining to follow all the steps, even though it was taking you longer than normal due to lots of shared laughs and maybe some kisses.

To be honest, you were finding it a bit hard to do some things because, just the day before, you had gone to get your nails done — you had opted for longer nails this time, so you were still getting used to them. Jongseob laughed loudly when he saw how much you were struggling to pick a screw up from the ground, and he still had a grin on his face when he grabbed it for you. “Your claws are bothering you?”, he teased and you scoffed loudly at him. “Don’t you dare call my nails ‘claws’ ever again. They’re not that long”, you tried reaching for the screw Jongseob was holding but he kept taking it away, holding it above his head so you couldn’t grab it. “Sure they’re not”, he kept on teasing while you two laughed at your attempts to catch the screw. You literally had to get on top of him to reach the little piece of metal, not that he complained.

You finished building the new desk and now it was time to move it from the middle of the room towards the wall. It was actually heavier than you thought so it took the two of you to do it, slightly lifting each edge so it didn’t scrap the floor. It was almost there when Jongseob moved to the front to give it one last strong push, not noticing that your hand was still between the desk and the wall.

You felt an awfully intense pain coming from one of your fingers, which caused a yelp to slip from your lips. You didn’t even look at your hand, you just hugged it to your chest and fell to your knees without even noticing it. You had to close your eyes because the room was starting to spin around you. “Oh my God, are you okay?”, you felt Jongseob kneeling down beside you. You could feel his distress without even seeing his face.

You took a deep breath as you opened your eyes to take a look at your hand. One of your nails was broken in half way below the tip of your finger, but one of the edges was still attached to the remaining acrylic material. The sensitive flesh below the nail was now fully exposed, making you see stars and, to add insult to injury, it was starting to bleed like crazy.

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer the question, but you didn’t need to — Jongseob was already wrapping an arm securely around your waist to help you stand back up and lead you to the bathroom. Once you were there, he carefully grabbed your injured hand to take a closer look at it. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault”, he didn’t dare to look you in the eye. “Don’t say that, it was an accident”, you reassured him as you placed your other hand on top of his.

He didn’t say anything back, he just grabbed a soft tissue to wipe away some of the blood, paying attention to your face so he would know when to stop if it was hurting you in any way. “I think it would be better if you put a band-aid around the nail so it doesn’t move. I’ll go with you to the nail tech tomorrow”, he said as he carefully put the band-aid on your finger. Then, he grabbed both of your hands and finally met your eyes. “I still feel so guilty”. You smiled and wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him into a hug. “I told you it’s fine. These things happen so stop overthinking”, you felt his shoulders relax a bit. “But you’re the one paying for the fixing”, you joked, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.

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[foxxieskies]

The way Ein is treated in PDH S2 is genuinely so frustrating as someone who loves to pick apart characters and their mindsets.

This first section is built on speculation, but I feel like it’s heavily implied that the all-werewolf school he transferred from was very traditional in the way they handled pack politics and daily life. Sniffing people upon first meeting, strict adherence to werewolf rules and customs, how confused and/or uncomfortable he gets when things are settled in a more “human” manner, etc. Like how the fuck is he meant to know things don’t work that way there…? They keep throwing curveball after curveball at him and getting mad when he doesn’t react like everyone else. And it’s not like any of the other werewolves were gonna explain to him how things work at their school considering they all hate him, and Aphmau can’t help with that either because she’s absolutely fucking clueless about the culture she’s shoved herself into and doesn’t bother explaining to him why she leads the way she does outside of “this is how I do things!”. He suddenly went from a very rigid form of the pack system to this weird, mixed-up version, not to mention suddenly going from an all-werewolf school to one with students of all kinds of different races(?) with no adjustment period. Moving schools is already a difficult process for kids but I can only imagine something like that would make it a million times harder. Especially with no support from your peers.

Also I’m sorry but I do not feel fucking bad for Dottie, Daniel, and Rylan having to pick one of them to be the omega. Love them but they didn’t give two shits about bullying and isolating the omega until it got turned around on them and they realized it wasn’t fun being harassed. Maybe I’m just a petty bitch but if I was in Ein’s position and I could get back at someone who bullied me by putting them in my place I would do it too. “Oh well he went too far with it!” I don’t fucking care! He is a 15 year old child who suddenly went from being hated and harassed by his entire community to being in charge of all of them within a day. Obviously it’s going to get to his head. OBVIOUSLY he’s going to do stupid shit because he feels suddenly untouchable. I’m not going to blame a child for not being mature enough to responsibly lead an entire group of like a hundred other children or handle his emotions properly!

Anyway, proceeding to show Aaron keeping his role as omega instead of picking one of those three to make Ein look like an unreasonable asshole was also just an insane thing to witness cuz how on gods green earth was he supposed to know he could do that. The teacher’s reaction in the flashback shows plain as day that that is not something that’s happened before and it’s not like he told Aphmau or Ein they were allowed to do that so how the fuck was he supposed to know that was possible. And it’s not like he was even in the wrong for picking an Omega in the first place because he was LITERALLY TOLD TO. “Oh it’s different bc those three are pups! They can’t defend themselves!” and yet the weakest members of the pack are ALWAYS candidates to be the Omega? You can’t tell us werewolf rules and then expect us to think Ein is in the wrong for adhering to them, that’s fucking stupid.

And, a little bit of a tangent, the fact that the scene of Ein telling Kai he can’t compete to be the werewolf alpha is framed in a way to make it seem like EIN is the one in the wrong is actually fucking bonkers. Kai is not apart of that culture. He has no fucking right trying to insert himself in their politics let alone LEAD them. Ein was completely justified in telling him to fuck off no matter his intentions. Sorry not sorry.

And, love Jess to bits, not trying to come for her, but the entire “Ein was manipulating Aphmau all along” twist was fucking stupid. It relies almost entirely on you watching Emerald Secret alongside it in order for it to not be obviously out of left field. And I’m sorry but if you need to watch an entirely different series for your twist to work, it fucking sucks. The only actual hint toward it is the other wolves being weirded by him but even then it’s implied that’s because he’s 1. A transfer from a different pack and 2. The omega??? So it’s like okay what else do we have. Him finding Aphmau being the alpha as a human weird? Okay well that’s not a hint either cuz it literally IS weird considering she is not apart of their culture. Him insisting Kai can’t compete to become the alpha? Also not a hint because YEAH THATS FUCKING CRAZY???? Not to mention there is no 15yo on this planet who is that good at manipulation. Sorry but it’s true. I think the plot would’ve worked a lot better if they’d gone the “power corrupts’ route instead of the “secret evil master manipulator” route. But yk we can’t have TOO many people sympathizing with our villain, or else they might realize a grown man coming back to beat up this high school sophomore is fucked up! Speaking of.

The fact that we, as the audience, are supposed to see Aaron, a grown man, sneaking into the school in a stolen uniform, beating the shit out of this 15yo child because he tried to sabotage his relationship with another 15yo (which like, technically a dick move but also get away from that little girl), and then throwing one of the kids who is SHOWN to have bullied Ein out with him to make it look like he did it, and view that as a GOOD THING is actually horrific. Aaron gets a pass for this and all the other weird or straight up awful shit he does but god forbid Ein step one foot out of line or else he’ll suffer the narrative’s wrath!

And then he gets manipulated and exploited by a literal demon from hell and somehow he is still the devil! Yeah man! Whatever!

Anyways, rant over. I hate this series and this fandom for the way they treat Ein and refuse to see the nuance in his character.

[mai505]

Now playing|| Friday I’m in love by The Cure

Favourite Fruit

or: Simon finding comfort through a sweet nurse

The dying cigarette hung from his nimble fingers. Breath cold as he puffed out the acid smoke his lung stinging from the after burn. His eyes flickered as the glass door cracked open with a screech yet he did not bother easing his head at the intruder of his peaceful silence.

“Oh pardon”

The soft voice displayed genuine apologies. This made him turn blocking in her direction he took in the character of his new companion.

Rosy cheeks even rosier lips a black jacket covering the out of place scrubs adoring her body. “ No worries” he coughed out. “ I don’t own this place do I”

His eyes connected once again with trees before him the grey concrete hospital behind it detouring the purity of the nature. Rustling from his left side turned him out as he lifted his head to her. She held a paper cup in her hands he assumed coffee. Caffeine the apparent solution for two hours of sleep between 12 hour shifts.

“Are you a patient” she asked breaking the oh so distant silence he craved right now. Her gaze suspiciously eyed the cigarette hanging between his lips. “ No” he uttered. “Oh you’re visiting?” She questioned cocking her head to the side. He puffed out the smoke filling his lungs as he took his time answering. “Friend got hurt I’m just here to check on him” he explained hoping this would ease her desire for interrogation. “Oh are they fine?” Her eyes seemed to widen ever so slightly. He furrowed his brows only chuckling darkly” he’s a big boy he can handle himself” the childish nickname laced in sarcasm.

She licked her lips only taking a daring sip of the brewing brought before once again placing it next to her, her tongue officially burned now. “ You’d be surprised how many “big boys” make a fuss over a simple injection.”

Her light laugh was enough for him to turn his attention to her. Her laugh was enthralling almost mesmerising. She was pretty. He knew that just like how any red blooded man would objectively judged her appearance. “ Well you must handle them quite well” he grunted out. Interested in the conversation yet not exactly making an effort to show said interest. “ Oh yeah” she huffed” tall strong men just like you coming in yet as soon as they see one syringe they start begging for a different option.” He grinned slightly “ hate to break it to you love but one small needle is not enough to scare me”

She gave him a look. Yet he wasn’t too sure ,if the slight sultry tint in her dark eyes was only his wishing imagination for attention from a beautiful woman or actually just her eyes. “That’s what they all say” she said barely under breath. “So what happend to your friend” she asked. Back to the questions he thought. He liked her more when she was insulting the male ego. “ got shot” he replied bluntly. While he was fully aware she was a civilian yet judging by the pale blue scrubs she clearly was a nurse so dealing with every day horrors were a Tuesday afternoon for her. Just like he suspected she barely showed any reaction” So just men being stupid men” she phrased sarcastically. “ Do you find pleasure in making men seem idiotic” he said this time the one asking the dubious questions. “You do it yourself I just hold up the mirror” she shrugged taking a sip out of the paper cup.

“ He got shot in the line of duty” he added. Finally she reacted yet not the way he hoped. “ what are you police or something” her eyes flickered to his. “ You sure have a lot of questions” he budged. “I’m a curious person what can I say and who knows maybe I’m just trying to socialise” He scoffed at the irony nothing this woman had said in the nimble minded conversation was serious. He knew she wouldn’t let him go the question still playing like fire in her eyes. “Military” he told her. “That’s interesting” she said clearly unaware of the topic of military.

Sure she had seen them on TV some stupid parades yet she wasn’t actually familiar with the military. If you asked her on the spot about it she would probably rant about the Second World War ,eventually dwelling into conspiracy theories of secret CIA missions she had found on one of her late night obsession shows searches.

Her absence of an answer irked him. He barely knew her five minutes yet in the talk entirely she had always answers in more than necessary detail. The silence ate her up as she let her mind wander to how the handsome stranger looked in uniform. “So when do you need to go back to ..” she cleared her throat silently racking her brain for answers” the place?” . That let him let out a small laugh” I don’t need to get back to base until Mactavish is better” Deciding against commenting on the name reveal she nodded understandingly. “ so are you like a general or something” she was painfully unaware. “I’m a lieutenant love” he smiled slightly at her curious gaze. “ is that good?” She asked “ good enough” he answered. Silence one again engulfed them.

“ What’s your favourite fruit” she asked. His brows furrowed at the question pondering whether she was serious or not. “ I don’t know” he muttered “Apple?” “ Oh so you’re painfully boring” she declared. “What that supposed to mean” his eye snapped to hers “ Well isn’t Apple a bit… basic” she questioned. “ Didn’t know a fruit could be considered basic” he took another drag of the cigarette. “ oh no but there’s a psychology behind it” she set the cup aside. “Do tell dear” he smiled irony dripping from his tongue.

“ Apple is something everyone had tried had or at least tasted. We will exclude allergies for this hypothesis.” She explains” but if someone tells you their favourite fruit is something you can’t imagine something you never heard of and have never tried or even something you have never had the pleasure of trying that could only mean they are absolutely exiting as a person right ?” She gazes hopefully at him. With every word he had gotten increasingly concerned not only for her but also his sanity. Had his life really fallen that deep that he now sat here listening to a nurse talk about the psychology of favourite fruits. Well sure his toster was broken and yes he hadn’t visited his apartment in the last six months as his will for life was slowly fading along with the growing winters in Moscow where his latest mission had been. But surely he was still so sane. After realising that the woman was still looking at him as if he would grade her “hypothesis” he shook himself out do the thoughts of his dead toaster.

“ Are you sure you studied nursing?” He broke the tension. Her smile fell.” You’re incredibly rude for someone whose favourite fruit is apple” he stuck out the cigarette next to him slipping the butt into the grass. “ Alright missy then what your favourite fruit?” He got incredibly closer. “Mango” she answers not missing a beat. “And I assume that isn’t considered “basic” he cocked a brow. “Oh no try getting mangos during November I wanna see how far you get without the black market” she countered. “ So unavailability makes it superior” he asked. “ well unavailability always makes something better” his eyes swam” I don’t think I follow”

She once again picked up the cup it seeming more of a disliked toy than actual drink” so you know the saying “you always want what you can’t have”

He nodded is head slightly. “ Well I feel like this is one of those saying where you just always say they are rules of life. “ So people always crave what they can’t have ?” He asked automatically. “Well yes I mean no one is actually always completely happy or not ?” She blinked at him” one always craves more it’s the reason for overconsumption and overspending but I mean that a completely different thing” she chuckled lightly. “And what does the unavailability of mango have to do to with being an exiting person” he asked. His brain screaming at him to stop invoking himself into this conversation. It was an absolute lost case maybe this said a lot about his sanity. Yet he knew right then she was probably someone who spent their time reading philosophy books only to end up overthink their every life existence. She shrugged “ easy, an exiting person someone who searches for let’s say adventure. They look for new experiences something that is theoretically not available or even possible in their current situation so they crave the unavailable.”

At the end she smiled innocently as if she hadn’t turned his afternoon into a complicated talk and a drowning headache. Her phone buzzed loudly interrupting her previous grinning time.” Well that my cue” she reached to turn it off “ it was nice meeting you..?” “Simon” he hesitated”My names Simon” “ Mai, nice meeting you” she got up dusting off her clothes slightly before smiling one again him noticing the dimple in her cheek for the first time” wish your friend good health” she said before she turned on her heel leaving Simon with a though filed head and an empty cardboard cup her slight lipstick stain aesthetically echoing against the white lid. He blocked slightly grabbing his packet from beside him leaving aswell.

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You and Me - Chapter 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Plans begin to come together. After a car ride filled with a whole lot of bickering, you and Bucky share a tender moment as you prepare for the oncoming fight.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI: Swearing, Trauma, Implied Sex, Bickering, Sam and Steve are very Big Brother in this chapter (especially Sam), Brief mention of Reader being Tony Stark's kid (reader is still a fully grown adult, we are in charge here so we make the timelines work), Please let me know if I forgot anything

Author’s Note: This chapter is a bit of a quick one, but I had a lot of fun writing the dialogue and exploring some relationship dynamics. It was also due time for Bucky and reader to have a sweet moment. They've had a rough few days. As always, feedback is super appreciated. I'm so grateful to the people who have reached out to tell me you're enjoying the fic! You guys are the best! Enjoy!

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“Just out of curiosity, do you always go the exact speed limit when you drive? Aren’t we supposed to be on the run?”

Steve looks at you in the rearview mirror, raising a single eyebrow. “Being on the run means not drawing attention to ourselves.”

“And being on a time crunch means getting to where we’re going faster than this. Find the happy medium, Cap. Push it to five-over.”

“I forgot how grumpy you are when you’re tired.” Sam says, earning himself a glare. “Have you slept since you fainted in Bucharest?”

“I didn’t faint. My body reacted to being lifted a hundred feet in the air at the speed of a fucking jet. I passed out.”

“Sure, you ‘passed out’ in my arms like a total badass.”

“No fighting in the car.” Steve interjects, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or if his ‘I Will Turn This Stolen Getaway Vehicle Around’ tone is genuine.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Language.”

Your eyes could not possibly roll back farther in your head. “When I hotwired the grandma car, I wasn’t expecting you to drive and act like an actual grandma.”

You turn to Bucky, irritated and looking for backup in your verbal battle. He’s just looking at you, and you can tell from the barely perceptible crinkle in his eyes that he’s trying to hide a smile. You’ve seen that look before, countless times back in Romania. He might be the only person in the world to find your crankiness endearing.

“Are we there yet?” You ask a few moments later, half to push buttons and half because you really do feel like you’ve been in this car for more hours than you can count.

“Seriously?” Sam asks, actually turning in his seat to give you an incredulous look.

“What?”

“Five more minutes.” Steve says, and it almost sounds like he’s fighting off a sigh of annoyance. Poor Grandma.

The five minutes feel like twenty, but eventually you’re pulling into a spot beneath an overpass. Sharon gets out of the car in front of you, and Steve goes to meet her, leaving you, Sam, and Bucky alone to watch their interaction through the window.

“Can you move your seat up?” Bucky asks, tone dry, and you look to the small amount of room Sam has given him.

“No.”

“Dude.” You say, incredulous and annoyed. Sam turns to you again, giving you the ‘I don’t approve of this and therefore I’m going to be an ass’ look you’ve become accustomed to over the last few days.

Neither of the men say anything, and you roll your eyes as you begin to silently switch seats with Bucky. The small old car creaks a little. The scene must look ridiculous, one large man trying to help finagle you over his lap as your head lightly bumps the ceiling, while another pointedly refuses to turn around. After a few moments, Bucky is sitting on the other side where Steve has left you considerably more room, his long legs no longer squished in by Sam’s seat.

Sam says nothing. He still does not move his seat up.

The three of you watch as Sharon opens her trunk, and from your angle you can see Steve’s shield, Sam’s wings, and some shiny trinkets that you hope against hope might belong to you.

And then they kiss, and your eyebrows shoot up.

“How long has that been going on?” You ask, and Sam laughs.

“A few months. ‘Bout time he finally made a move.”

Steve looks back at the three of you. Sam and Bucky smile. You waggle your eyebrows. He rolls his eyes and transfers the equipment into the trunk of your tiny getaway car.

And then you’re off.

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On the way to the airport, a few more minutes of bickering leads to Bucky finally wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side.

“Go to sleep, doll.” He murmurs into the top of your head, like he’s done so many times before when you would be wide awake in the apartment in Bucharest, scribbling out plans and blueprints for machines you’d never be able to build without your lab or equipment because you just didn’t know what else to do with yourself.

You’re tempted to argue, but he’s right. You’re not going to be much help if you’re falling asleep standing up.

So you give in, wishing your serum had given you the ability to stay awake for days on end like Steve and Bucky’s had. His shoulder is warm and comfortable against your cheek, and his fingers trace gentle, soothing patterns against your side like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off.

When you wake, it’s to Bucky pressing another kiss to the top of your head, his arm still locked comfortably around you like it hasn’t moved an inch since you closed your eyes.. Your nerves are already beginning to hum with the sense of something coming, but drowsiness and Bucky’s presence are enough to tamp down the twitchiness for now.

“What would you say?” He asks, quietly. You can feel his smile against your hair. “Time to kick some ass?”

Your muscles creak as you sit up, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

“Was I asleep for five minutes or ten years?”

“About two hours.”

“Good enough.” You stretch, looking towards the van parked beside you, and slide out of the car. Clint and Wanda’s eyes fall on you immediately, and you offer them an awkward little wave. Your heart constricts as Wanda hugs you, quickly followed by Clint. You really did miss them. You didn’t have much of a family growing up, but you suppose it took dying to remind you of how much the one you found matters to you.

Tearful hellos to old friends and new introductions to a man who can, from what you’ve gathered, turn very small, ensue. The alarm goes off, and you brace yourself for what’s coming before Bucky needs to translate what they’re saying over the intercom. Stark is coming. Fast.

“Suit up.” Steve says.

Time to kick some ass.

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“Is it supposed to feel this heavy?” You ask, rotating your shoulders again and shifting a bit on your feet.

Bucky huffs a soft laugh, strapping another knife to the holster at your arm. “You’ve got light weapons. You’re just not fighting in civilian clothes this time. You’ve got to get used to the weight.”

He crouches down, and starts strapping another holster to your thigh.

“You know, the more weapons you attach to me the slower I’m probably gonna be able to move.”

“The more weapons I attach to you,” Bucky says, tightening the holster, “the safer you’ll be. Like I said, they’re light.”

“We have very different definitions of light, Buck.” You say, as he slides a knife into the holster and starts strapping another one to your other leg. “I don’t have super strength. Also, I think I can set up these weapons myself. I feel like you’re about to tie my shoes for me.”

“Do you want me to tie your shoes for you?”

“Very funny.”

He smiles, and you see a hint of mischief in his expression before his hands slide up to the backs of your thighs and he suddenly and smoothly tugs you down into his lap.

You bite back a squeak of surprise, arms flying up to steady you by wrapping around his neck. You can feel his smile widen against the shell of your ear. “You look good in tactical gear.” He murmurs, voice suddenly much lower than it was a moment ago. Much more suggestive.

You laugh, instinctively tilting your head to the side and granting him more access to your neck. Every touch of his lips to your skin sends a spark through you, and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling.

“I was about to say the same thing to you.” You say, unable to keep the smile from your face as your fingers trace lightly over the leather. “But you know we definitely don’t have time for this.”

He makes an exaggeratedly tortured noise, nipping at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “They can wait.”

You’re almost tempted to agree, hand moving up to run through his soft hair. He hums in approval, pulling you even closer. For a moment, you try to push down the persistent feeling of something coming. The prickling in your fingertips that’s warning you to prepare for the inbound threat.

But it’s too strong. You have minutes, maybe, until Stark and the rest of them reach the airport and shit hits the fan. “They can’t wait.” You say, defeated.

He sighs, but nods in understanding and pulls back from your neck, climbing to his feet and easily pulling you to yours alongside him.

“Later.” He says simply, lowly, the singular word holding a promise that makes you shiver. He leans down to press a gentle, craving kiss to your lips, and you suppress the urge to say fuck it and make him un-suit up right then and there.

“Later.” You agree, moving towards the door, but his hand darts out and catches around your arm before you can reach it, and he pulls you back.

“Hey, wait.” He says, turning you to face him. He looks you over in that assessing way he has, gaze feeling like a featherlight touch against your skin. “Are you okay? I know this is…” he pauses, and you see his expression cloud with guilt. “I don’t want you to sacrifice everything. Not for me.”

You shake your head, unable to hide your surprise. “I don’t agree with the Accords, at all. And you know better than anyone that we have to stop the other supersoldiers. My relationship with Stark aside, he’s wrong in this. I can’t sit there and pretend otherwise just because it would be easier to.”

He nods, relieved, and looks ready to make his way towards the door. He doesn’t make it two steps before you speak again, the words spilling past your lips before you even think about them.

“But I would still do it.”

He pauses. Looks at you again with those burning blue eyes.

You speak clearly, your words completely honest. “Even if it weren’t for anything else. Even if it was all just to protect you. I would still do it. I wouldn’t even think twice.”

He stands very still, like it takes him a moment to process what you just said. And then suddenly, like he remembers how to move, he pulls you into his arms. He holds you tightly. Reverently. Like you’re the most wonderful and precious thing to ever exist in this fucked up world.

“I love you.” He says it like an exhale. Like a sigh of relief. And it’s the first time either of you have ever said it out loud, but it’s not a surprise. You already knew you loved him. Hell, you think you might have loved him since the first time he laughed on that roof in Bucharest, on that cold night what feels like decades ago.

“I love you, too.” You say into his shoulder, and he holds you even tighter.

For a moment, you two just stand there, trying to hold onto the moment, before you feel his hands begin to drift gently over your body.

“Bucky?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you checking my weapons again?”

He pauses. “I might be.”

You pull back, smile, and kiss him.

“Lets go kick some ass.”

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[pokemontrainerfromgallifrey]

Just finished Space Dandy… I have feelings and I don’t know what they are.

[bambiihee]

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my mom read my copy of Our Dining Table and she brings back onigiri after visiting Lola and told my brother about using a donabe. Is this what being loved feels like

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