#looooong legs make me insane

[jermer10]

Hello👋 i dont know if you can but, can you do a drabble of yandere Sniper [tf2] stalking and kidnapping the reader[gender neutral]? And that he keeps them locked up in his camper van?

And uhhh, if you can the reader loves him right back?👉👈

If you cant do the stockholm syndrome thing, i get it. But at least do yandere Sniper please.

TF2 yandere sniper drabbles

suggestive, gn reader | this prompt was so fun!! tysm for the ask :)

tw: stalking, kidnapping, obsession, depictions of wounds and blood, drugging, abusive relationship, reader falling in love with yandere

drabbles under the cut :P

- you were aware of his existence a long time before meeting him, and whilst you had dealt with creeps and weirdos before, this guy was....different... - waking up during the night and feeling a presence in the room, yet finding no one once the lights were turned on; catching a glimpse of someone from the corner of your eye, and turning around to see nothing - for the longest time you had felt insane! "you're just paranoid!" you'd hear from friends and family - and then you had your first encounter with him at your local cafe whilst in the lineup ordering your coffee - okay, well, you weren't certain that it was him, but the way his bluish-grey eyes bore into yours with such an obsessive, aching, needy want caused you to put two and two together - and much to your dismay, he had realized that you knew - you brushed past him, hoping he wouldn't follow you, hoping that you could make it home in time to pack a bag or two so you could stay with a friend for the night - but you only made it half way down the street before being pulled into an alleyway and feeling the sharp jab of a needle in your shoulder

- you must have fought for several minutes before finally passing out, because upon waking there were bruises and scuff marks littering your skin - the second thing you noticed once you gained consciousness was the leg of camper van pull-out table you were tied to - if you had the strength, you would have kicked the table upwards and slid your ducktaped wrists off of the leg, yet your drowsiness and the numbness of your legs told you that trying to escape would be futile - for a second you considered screaming out - someone, anyone must be able to hear you, you couldn’t have gone too far out of town - you hear the stifled laugh of a man from the other side of the van - you turned sharply to look at the man, when an overbearing wave of nausea and dizziness rushed over you. “fuck!” you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut - the man chuckled, and from what courage you could muster, you glanced up at him. he was….handsome? - ‘fucking gross y/n! don’t think that about this guy! he KIDNAPPED YOU!’ the reality of the situation had finally set in - “who are you?! where am i?! please, please just let me go and I wont tell anyone about this! I’ll give you whatever you want! please don’t kill me!” you had started to sob - through the blurry tears you saw him get up and walk closer to you, his brown boots clacking against the floor rung in your head like gun shots - “shut up. I took ya because you’re the thing I want. I’ve been followin’ you for a while and I know you know about it. I got tired of waitin’, so I made myself known, that’s all.” his face was serious, his voice condescending, as if it were obvious - you felt hopeless, pathetic, and manic. you started to scream, cry, thrash around pathetically whilst he stood over you. he lit a cigarette and blew some smoke down at you - “we are a looooong way away from any people darl’, so it would be easier for both of us if you played nice” the man spat, and walked towards the exit of the camper van, grabbing a sniper rifle out of a locked compartment in the wall - “if you’re not here when i get back, i will kill you, y/n.” and with that, he left.

- months had gone by, and eventually you had grown placid, sitting under that table on your makeshift bed day in, day out while the man you had eventually grown to know as Mundy monitored you, fed you, bathed you, and clothed you - you had gained his trust, therefore he decided it would be best to remove your constraints - while he was at work you would rummage through his belongings to find out more about him; what hobbies he had, where he was from, his likes and dislikes - you found a photo of his parents and casually asked him about them one day. he was taken aback by your curiosity, yet he told you stories about his childhood and you shared some of your own - you couldn’t even hate him anymore, you had actually grown fond of the man in your time spent with him, but there was no fucking way he could know that. you still wanted to escape from this sicko and return to your old life - but what even was your old life? your 9 to 5 job, coming home to an empty house every day, the constant feeling of being watched with no one to believe you - suddenly your situation seemed a lot better than what you were previously stuck with - that night you had awoken, startled by a wounded and bloody Mundy stumbling through the camper van doors. “holy shit, are you okay?” you hated how it came out so earnestly - luckily for you, the concern had seemingly gone unnoticed as he had sat himself on the floor next to you, peering into your eyes for some kind of permission with a guilt and bashfulness you hadn’t seen from him thus far - you didn’t know what to do or say, so you nodded slightly, and on cue he pressed himself into your side, burying his face in the crook of your neck - he smelt like cigarettes, dirt, and gore - you didn’t ask, and he didn’t tell, but you knew he had a hard day at work. no matter what his job was, you knew all too well the feeling of coming home after a shitty shift and sobbing into your pillows. you often wonder if Mundy ever saw that side of you, sides you hadn’t shown anyone - you held each other in this awkward side hug for what felt like both hours and seconds, you honestly didn’t want to let go, but he was still bleeding out and you had been dirtied - “wanna shower?” you asked chastely. it felt uncomfortable asking your captor for something so….sweet? he glanced at you, attempting to hide the shock in his face - “yeah, okay.” he mumbled, slowly letting go of your warmth and standing up shakily, you followed in suit and head into the cramped bathroom

- by this point you had already been naked around Mundy, he refused to let you shower by yourself and most days you had been so exhausted you had looked forward to him washing you - but you had never caught a glimpse of what was under his work uniform or the red plaid pyjama slacks and white t-shirt he wore around the van, and a small part of you was nervous, but a huge part of you anticipated the reveal - you stripped yourself and climbed into the tub, chin resting on your knees, hugging your legs, and staring up at the tall, lanky man - a red tinge glossed his dirty face, clearly this was a vulnerable spot for him, and you couldn’t help but respond with your own red cheeks in turn - “….are you jumping in or what…?” you couldn’t look at him, the only sound louder than the thumping of your heart in your chest was the water spilling from the tap filling the tub - “ah- yeah just uh, gimme a second,” he murmured, removing his jacket and unbuttoning his top - his chest and back were scarred, some old, some new. you felt a pang of sadness. the irony of this situation was not lost on you, feeling more remorseful over hating this man than he does for kidnapping you, but you couldn’t help it. he was so raw, so genuine - he had stripped bare, and climbed into the tub facing away from you, handing you a bar of soap, you absentmindedly washed his back, it felt all too natural to you, maybe it was the steam of the shower, maybe it was the exhaustion that came from sleeping on the cold, hard floor of the camper every night with nothing but a blanket and pillow to keep you comfortable, but something about being here now, with Mundy, felt so right - “I think I’m in love with you,” you spoke softly, so softly you were sure he couldn't even hear the whisper, and before you could react, Mundy turned and pulled you into a rough kiss. you melted into it, running your soapy hands through his auburn hair. eyebrows furrowed and face burning, he pulled away - “wanna sleep in my bed tonight?"

[elysianslove]

Hello thank you accepting requests and spending time writing for us all! Could I request something like a timid Succubus!reader or some sexual curse thinking Yuji would be good to feed off on a night where she’s really hungry, but then bumps into Sukusa taking control and just fucking reader until she feels so full she doesn’t need to feed for a looooong while? (⌒▽⌒) Have fun!!

hi!!! thank you so much for your words eeeeee 

anyways! more sukuna smut yay! eat up, simps <3 it’s not a yuuji smut but he’s still aged up here due to the sexual implications towards him at the start

warnings; angry unprotected sex between two creatures, with so much degradation and a lotta hair pulling. some choking. yum. this is so filthy pls

━ you first take notice of him on the cloudiest night in japan, where the moon is barely visible behind the curtain of wispy fluff. it still manages to shine through, just enough for you to spot him from where you stand among the trees. hungry eyes scan his body: he’s tall, strong and muscular, and there’s a lingering sense of innocence that makes your mouth water all that much. as he tilts his head back and laughs, exposing his throat to you, you feel an overwhelming sense of desire bubble at the pit of your stomach. with one last look at him, you make your decision, and fall back with the shadows.

it’s humid in the small cabin you reside in, the world around you lulling itself to sleep. the boy is in a deep slumber on your couch, snoring softly, and you resist the urge to bite into his flesh while he’s so vulnerable. you’ll take joy in his reactions, in something so strong and sturdy beneath you. of course, you’d played your part, seducing him until the consent fell off his tongue in pretty waves, because it’s never fun if they try to resist. it’s always better when they succumb to the overwhelming pleasure you pull out of them.

the clock ticks three times before you let out a restless sigh, opting instead of waiting around for him to wake up to walk out of the small room into your kitchen, a cold glass of water finding its way into your hand. you gulp it down quickly, but the shiver that courses through you isn’t due to the ice that lingers in the glass.

there’s something behind you.

someone.

you’re inhumanely fast as you spin around, nails sharp and teeth bared, but they’re much faster. your wrists are in their grasp in seconds, and you’re pushed up against the wall quicker than you can blink. blink and register that this is the same boy you’ve lured into your domain, but it’s also not. the surprise upon seeing this — this man, in all his angry, tattooed glory, brings your guard down a moment too long, and you find yourself stuck between the physical wall behind you, and the wall of flesh before you.

“why do you have my vessel captive?” he sneers at you, and your anger boils back up into your chest.

it clicks into place, all at once, and you narrow your eyes. “curse,” you spit at him.

“demon,” he bites back. “answer me.”

“i owe you nothing,” you retort angrily. your wrists twist underneath his grasp, attempting to get away, but he doesn’t budge, and fuck is he strong. he doesn’t relent, doesn’t move an inch, only tightens his fists, digging his nails into your skin. you bite back the urge to flinch from under his stare. “you’re not who i want,” you add in a low voice.

for a moment, his grasp loosens, enough for you to lift a knee aimed at his abdomen, kicking at him with all your might. it does more to injure you than it does him, especially because of the fact that you dwell at your weakest, hungry and unsatisfied. you’re about to slip out from underneath his arm, but his hand finds your hair, tugging at it so harshly it emits a surprised and pained shout from your lips. your face is roughly pushed up against the wall, hands pressing to steady yourself, his hand remaining in your hair.

he tugs again, and another yell falls from your lips. his lower body is pressed against yours, hips keeping yours from moving, while his other hand rises to grip your jaw, carelessly digging his nails in. “answer me,” he repeats himself, and you notice his voice is surprisingly lower.

when you shift your hips, in an attempt to move away from him, an attempt to fix this uncomfortable position, you feel it, hard and poking at your lower back, and you laugh, loud and boisterous and mocking. he digs his nails deeper as a show of anger, but he only grows harder, so you laugh, and laugh, and laugh until your breathless.

and then, with a sultry, taunting, and dismissive voice, you say, “you’ll have to do.”

it doesn’t take long for him to finally understand, to process that you not only identify as a demon, but one that feeds on sexual intercourse. and it doesn’t take you long to realize that you may not be the first of your kind to come across him. you are, however, the first who’s face he’s fucked.

your back is once again pressed up against the same wall, but your on your knees, hands gripping his thighs, and face stuffed with his cock. it feels so good, and he tastes even better. you can feel every drag of his cock as he thrusts into your mouth, and you gag and choke but it’s everything you’ve ever needed. the desire doesn’t fade away, though, it only thrums and builds in your stomach and chest and spreads across your limbs. he’s so big in your mouth, stretching your lips and jaw wide, and it’s aching, it hurts, and there are tears stinging the corner of your eyes and your face is flushed and your chest is heaving, but your eyes are also rolling back from the pleasure.

it’s dizzying how obscene this is, and it hits you with outstanding suddenness that the other boy, the vessel, would have never done this. the control would have been entirely in your hands. you yourself would have led his cock down your throat, swallowed around him and choked until you had no air left in your lungs. but this curse, sukuna as you’d found, holds the reigns entirely himself. you have absolute no control over the way he thrusts in your mouth, even when he buries himself deep, holding your head steady as the lack of oxygen hits your brain, even as you start thrashing and your arms start flailing and you continuously slap at his thighs.

he doesn’t relent, and the scariest part is that you fucking love it.

your throat bobs as you swallow around him, gagging as he sinks deeper and deeper until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. your mouth widens to accommodate his size, your throat spasming in an attempt to get accustomed to the intrusion. “fucking whore,” he spits out as he drags you away by your hair. drool spills from your mouth, your lips glistening with spit and precum, a single line of it connecting you to his dick. you don’t attempt to shy away when he tilts your head back, instead, you smirk up at him, sucking in a sharp breath and licking at your lips.

“so you still need that brattiness fucked out of you?” he taunts. his hand twists your hair and he pulls you up. instinctively, your hands fly up to curl at his wrist, gripping it tightly. with anger guiding him, he leads you to the couch in the living room. “need to put in your place, hm?” he adds, pushing you down across the couch’s arm, baring you to him entirely, the thin shawl you’d had on completely disregarded in the kitchen.

your hands fall before you, steadying your body, as his hands grip at your hips, down to your ass, where he kneads at the flesh. small whimpers fall from your lips as he continues to squeeze and pinch at the back of your thighs, quick pants tumbling out while his nails scratch and mark you. fuck, you are going insane.

with a breathless gasp, you turn your head, fixing him with a challenging glare. “sounds like you’re all talk,” you tease, reveling in the way his face twists furiously.

unexpectedly, his palm strikes down against your ass, and you squeal, hips rutting and legs swinging at the shock of the impact. “shut the fuck up,” he warns you, his hand landing another harsh smack, and despite the pain that shudders through you, and the heat searing from your ass, your back arches into him, pushing back against him. “yeah,” he encourages in a low voice, his other hand smacking your other cheek. “that’s all you’re good for.” he hits you again, and you have to bite back a whimper of pleasure, opting to bring a hand to your mouth and biting into the flesh of your palm instead as he continues to smack at your ass, unrelenting and unforgiving, never once holding back on you. “getting fucked and used— i know you’re fucking enjoying this,” he adds.

if he continues to deprive you of what you really need, you’re afraid you’ll have to resort to begging for it. “then fuck me,” you groan. “use me.”

you expect him to break, to falter, to finally satiate you, but he doesn’t. instead, he falls forward, leaning close to you with two steady hands gripping your hips. and then, against your ear, with his heavy, wet cock pressed against the small of your back, he growls, “beg for it like the whore you are,” and you find you have no option but to do so.

humiliatingly, you dissolve into a fit of sobs, your hips pathetically and aimlessly rutting and pushing back against him, desperate and wanting as you cry out a chorus of, “please, please, please—“ like it’s the only word you know. his nails dig deeper into your skin as your pleading rises in volume and without warning, he sinks into you, bottoming out. the scream of shock and pain and confused pleasure that tumbles out of your lips is terrifying, and it dies out into a sob, your head falling back down, forehead pressing against the cushions of the couch.

he feels so good. he’s filling you up in ways you’d never imagined you could be, and the pleasure he drowns you in is stupefying you, numbing all your limbs. you feel on fire with how overwhelmed you are, and you doubt the need to feed will overcome you for months.

the drag of his cock against the tightness of your walls is intoxicating, and you can feel every part of him as he pulls out, only to sink back in deeper. with every thrust, a yell is dragged out from your lips, broken, helpless sobs tumbling out. he fucks you stupid, hard and fast and deep, exactly the way you need it. you can feel yourself dripping and drenching your thighs and the couch’s arm beneath you, and you can hear the squelch of your cunt as it sucks his cock in with every thrust.

“so,” you sob, “fucking,” another hiccup, “full.” you yell out again, grip on the edge of the cushions whitening your knuckles.

“taking it like the good, little cum slut you are, hm?” he keens. your eyes roll back at the words, and fuck, who knew you’d be like this? one particular harsh thrust pushes you forward, brushing your clit against the rough fabric of the couch. it has you trembling uncontrollably, how with every thrust your clit is being stimulated, and his cock keeps brushing and dragging along the sweet spot within you until your orgasm is hitting you all of a sudden, sending you into momentary shock before your lower body is shaking terribly, hips pushing and pressing and trembling.

the couch’s cushions are damp with your drool and spit and tears as you gasp and shake and shudder and cry. he doesn’t stop. he’s not stopping.

oh, fuck.  

with a hand in your hair pulling you up, and another hand finding its way around your throat, he squeezes tightly, pressing his lips against your neck and whispering, “i’m not done with you yet,” before sinking his teeth in, marking you in every way possible.

end note; brb gotta cleanse myself 

[newtonsheffield]

For spicy Sunday can we please get the Story behind Kate and Anthony on the stairs...

And Ben and Sophie on the lawn of the b&b please 🤣🤓🔥

I knew as soon as I put those lines in that BWC post someone was gonna ask me about it and... Okay. Yep. Here it is.  And sorry in advance because this post is looooong.

As Much as Anthony had hated it at the time, he’d been attracted to Kate Sheffield from the very first day he’d seen her. He’d been walking innocently through the bullpen and he’d heard her commanding tone drifting through the office towards him, and heat had shot right through him, and when he’d forced his eyes towards her and she’d sat, in her office, her legs crossed behind her desk, her stocking clad legs seeming to stretch on for miles, Her eyebrow arched in question towards him, her fingernails painted black tapping against the desk Anthony had thought he’d die right on the spot. But he’d pushed it down, even when his eyes seemed to be drawn to the seam that ran up the back of her stockings and his hands twitched to touch them, and he woke in the night his heart racing, his body aching for the way his mind had conjured up the image of her writhing underneath him gasping his name in pleasure. 

And then he’d had her. And he truly thought his heart would burst from his chest because the Kate Sheffield his mind had conjured late at night, desperately trying to tell him what his heart wanted, had been his wildest fantasy truly the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. And yet, the Kate Sheffield that lay on his bed gasping and moaning his name like it was the only word she remembered how to say was a million times more so. And he’d thought that perhaps now he’d finally be able to think straight when she was around. Unfortunately for him, that was not the case. He couldn’t see her walking around the office, her stockings pulled tightly against her legs without thinking about how those long legs had felt over his shoulders, miles and miles of soft brown skin stretching on before him as she shattered around him, for him. Couldn’t see her in his house, laughing, smirking, making witty little comments with his family and hers without thinking about how her lips felt against his own, against his chest, her teeth nipping at his collarbone, scraping against his ear, against his stomach. It was enough to drive a man insane. 

And truly, today it had been. Anthony really couldn’t say when it had happened, but he craved Kate’s touch. To feel her skin against his in even the most casual way and she had been a little more casual than normal today. She’d sat on his lap as she spoke with her sister, laughing lightly as her Step mother admonished her sister, her breath fanning lightly against his neck and her nails scraping against his neck, her fingers twisting in the soft hair at the base of his neck, and it was all he could do not to stand from the table and drag her from her family, push her against the wall and lose himself in her. And The way her eyes flicked to him when he shifted uncomfortably told him she knew exactly what she was doing.

As soon as the door had shut behind the Sheffield’s Kate’s lips had been on his. Burning hot against him, setting him on fire from the inside out, as she gently pushed against his chest, forcing him to step backwards, his hands wandering everywhere as she moaned against him. He pulled back suddenly, taking her hand and attempting to tug her up the stairs, and his heart had nearly dropped right from his chest when she’d shaken her head, that wicked smirk twisting her lips as she said 

“Oh, I think we’re fine right where we are. Sit Down, Anthony.” That same, firm voice, that had caught his attention on the first day and had him panting after her ever since and he’d sat instantly, right there on the staircase, ready to burst and he’d barely touched her as she softly commanded him to. 

And really, he wasn’t sure which Kate he liked best. Seeing the strong, confident woman writhing under him, or the one he could see now: Moving powerfully above him, one hand clutching his chest, the other holding her hair back as she took what she wanted from him. And he couldn’t stop the words from coming God Kate, so beautiful, amazing. Perfect. So right, So good I love you babbling mindlessly from him with her name, worshipping like the Goddess she was, His own name falling from her lips again and again until they fell apart together his hands clutching at her like she was the only real thing in his life. And honestly, if Kate Sheffield was going to be the only thing left in his life, he wouldn’t have complained a bit. 

 🔥🔥🔥

Sophie was... more than a little embarrassed by the series of events that lead to them being discovered in a rather... delicate position on the lawn of a bed and breakfast in Somerset. Benedict had been travelling for work and his eyes and looked so pleading, so soft when he’d said Come away with me for the weekend Sophie his lips against her ear as he said I promise I’ll make it very worth your while, his hand maddeningly close to where she desperately needed it as he said Say yes, and you can have it Sophie  what could she say but  “Yes, Benedict.” ?

And truly, it had definitely been worth her while. She’s sat and watched Benedict work for a time, more than a little curious as to what he did all day. And unfortunately, she learned a little fact about herself. Watching Benedict work was... very attractive to her. The way his brow furrowed as he surveyed the scene in front of him assessing the composition, the lighting, the soft way he ordered the models about had heat rising to her cheeks. And then, as he’d packed up his equipment he’d said something that she never would have expected to set her one fire,  “Come on, I want to draw you today.” And she’d been so surprised she’d barely argued as he’d tugged her back to their tiny room, gathered his things and sat, already uncomfortably warm, on the grass in the back garden as he softly moved her into the position he wanted. 

And God he just looked so handsome, in the afternoon sun, his brow furrowed, his hand moving softly over the paper, the charcoal he was using leaving marks against his hand. His gaze when he looked at her over the top of his notebook was practically burning into her. And then he started talking. His voice rough when he told her exactly what he wanted to do to her. How he wanted to press her into the grass, feel her tight around him, the flowers all around them when he made her scream his name. And god help, her she cleared her throat and said, much more confidently than she felt:   “Promises, promises Benedict. Stop talking and do it.”  

 And Sophie watched as the drawing he’d been labouring over softly was tossed to the side, his hands covering her as his lips met hers, the fire that had been threatening to set her on fire all day consuming her. His body slipping over hers as his lips brushed over her thighs, his fingers leaving dark smudges against her skin, marking her. The grass tickling her back as her fingers slipped through his hair as everything shattered. And shattered again when he moaned out her name. 

But yes, Sophie had to admit, it was a little awkward to be served eggs the next morning by a woman who had happened upon you seconds after your boyfriend had swallowed your scream with a kiss.  

Sorry about me.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

oohohoho you just opened the deepest can of worms on the planet

-mod dave, who wrote a fucking ten mile essay

first off, addressing the second anon, no theyre all humans. h., half humans at least. cause yall know me i fucking love my humanstuck aus off my ASS

(that would be funny as hell though. a troll from space walking into a camp on earth going “I AM THE SON OF ONE OF YOUR EARTH GODS. BITCH” like... holy shit)

so first things first their parents. im gonna lay this out, the beta kids and trolls are all greek (EXCEPT sollux hes roman cause his parent has no greek equivalent), and all the alpha kids and trolls are those gods roman equivalents (,,EXCEPT dirk cause he kinda balances sollux being roman out). i havent figured out how thatd happen like 16+ times yet cause in the percy jackson books theres only ever been one instance of two siblings of the same godly descent being greek and roman respectively in HISTORY so like.. i guess th. i guess thats just not a problem in this au

anyway this gets really long so im gonna talk about the beta kids and trolls cause i havent elaborated on the alphas at all ((peep the tags if you wanna see their parents though))

johns the son of zeus, rose is the daughter of athena, dave is the son of apollo, and jade is the daughter of demeter. they were all raised in their respective states, all had to come to new york for various reasons. jades been there the longest, shes been there 9 years and shes been on a couple quests. her biggest accomplishment so far is how she protected the camp from this big vicious angry hellhound that got past the barrier. naturally the girls fluent in Dog Training, so she steps up and instead of trying to kill this thing, she reaches out and tames it as fast as she can. it ends up actually working, and ever since that day she, her cabin, and the camp have a whole bodyguard sleeping right outside the demeter cabin! hes her steed in battle and hes a Very Good Boy. and his name is becquerel

johns the newest kid at camp, he has no idea who he is or why the fuck his school got attacked or why in the hell those anemoi thuellai were so fixated on him or HOW in the hell he absorbed the lightning one threw at him and ended up fine,,, hes just a big mess right now. a big enough mess that when he got claimed by literally zeus, no one else was around, he shrugged it off as some basic magical happening, and he stayed in the hermes cabin far longer than he should have cause no one! fucking knew he got claimed! by zeus of all people! dumbass. he ends up figuring it out though. like an off-hand mention about how this “weird lightning thing appeared above my head a couple weeks ago, haha weird right?” once he figures it out he realizes “hey i might be able to fly” so he sneaks off into the woods to try it. he succeeds fairly quickly but god almighty everyones face the one day the dude just yote himself off a small cliff without warning,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

dave and rose are really tight, theyve been there roughly the same time length, and since their cabins are across from each other they just bother each other all the time. daves the resident Doctor even though he really doesnt look it cause hes got the apollo powers. apollo is the medicine god. so if you wound your stupid ass in battle daves in the ER room patching you up with his glowy hands. rose on the other hand is a very good strategist. shes one of the only athena kids ever recorded to actually have a power - telekinesis. she has no idea how she developed it, she thinks its from birth, but it freaks her out. shes training it though.

so the beta trolls, are also all human(ish). aradias hades kid. but i pulled a pjo trope on her based on one of my favorite characters (im not saying for spoilers, but if you recognize the situation, You Probably Know Who Its Based Off) and aradia died. her mom, the handmaid, had been pulling some Shady Ass Shit and ended up getting herself killed, but aradia tried saving her and ended up going down with her.

so handmaid gets sentenced to the fields of punishment in the underworld, and aradia gets sentenced to elysium, heroes paradise. shes like “no i want my mom to be okay” so they take that away from aradia and they put them both in the fields of asphodel, the neverending grey space for Not So Good But Not So Bad people. her mom becomes a shade (shadow spirit, no human resemblance), as all people do, but aradia. doesnt? and she gets dunked in the fucking river lethe and if you dont know what that does it erases your memory. so she just. comes out of the river like “hello? wgat tae fukc goin on??” but she still remembers one thing. there was an “a” in her name.

tavros is the son of hermes, hes just kinda taken on the role of backup counselor for when the actual cabin counselor is out. hes in a wheelchair, but he also has prosthetic legs for when he needs to actually stand up and fight. hes really good at it too. also catch him in winged converse cause he Owns Those and Uses Them To His Advantage. hes trying his best to keep focused on the camp, cause aradia was his childhood friend, he misses her a whole lot, she never got to camp in the first place. and to his knowledge, shes still dead.

sollux is a janus kid. thats a problem cause janus is roman, and this is a greek camp. he grew up with dave, he showed up with dave, hes been at camp as long as dave. but hes been unclaimed since he showed up so he thinks hes unwanted by whatever parent he has. he knows hes a demigod, he got through the camp barriers, so what the fuck is wrong with him? he also feels shitty cause hes shit at the greek lessons, he cant read a lick of it which literally every demigod without exception should be able to do, he cant name any gods- well, he can, but.. he gets their names mixed up. why does he keep calling poseidon “neptune”? and he has a much, much different way of natural fighting than other kids. they slice, he jabs. he wasnt taught to jab. 

karkat is an aphrodite kid with vitiligo, and to make matters worse, hes ace and on the aro spectrum. to make matters WORSE, the aphrodite kids are kinda notorious for being really shallow, really materialistic, and really mean. karkats been dubbed the “runt” of the cabin, he gets made fun of for his spots to the point where he uses make up and magic to conceal them. worst of all? hes the kid of the goddess of love, for fucks sake. being reminded that “loveless people shouldnt be able to stay in this cabin, mom must have made a mistake claiming you” is kind of.. a blow to the self esteem. long story short he hates aphrodite for claiming him, and would have rather stayed in the hermes cabin. but he eventually goes on this big quest thats vague as fuck right now but Its The Main Plot, he ends up proving to himself that hes worth something and that his siblings are wrong, and my FAVORITE LINE IN THE WHOLE THING i came up with is HIS when he deals a final blow to some big monster: “REMEMBER MY FACE THE NEXT TIME YOU REINCARNATE. MY NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS, I’M THE SON OF APHRODITE, AND LOOKS CAN KILL.”

nepeta isnt anywhere near developed as others are unfortunately, shes a daughter of ares and shes really really good at hand to hand combat. shes small but she leads groups of people in things ranging from camp volleyball games to actual literal wars. shes a tough little shit

kanaya isnt really developed either, i have yet to figure out most of her powers too actually, shes a daughter of iris, the rainbow goddess though. (blatant reference to both kanayas vampirism and. h. her. sh. es ga. gay) ONE THING SHE CAN DO THOUGH is iris message at will without water or drachmas so really shes just everyones go to cell phone and its fucking hilarious cause people just come into the cabin like “KANAYA I NEED TO TALK TO [X]” and shes like “You Better Fucking Pay Me I Am Not Your Personal Cell Phone”

terezi is the daughter of nemesis and she has this really peculiar power she hasnt really gotten the hang of yet. she has synesthesia, so while she cant see she can smell and taste the colors of her surroundings and its really helpful. sometimes though she gets messages from her mom. they dont even come as dreams half the time, they come as almost a different plane altogether. tez has the power to literally tip the scales, pretty much. and when she gets like that, she can see. shes not on earth though, shit on earth stops when shes like that. shes just kinda In Her Own Head, i guess? and in her head she holds the two scales in her hands. she is the arms of the scale. and depending on which one she lifts up, she can literally alter the fate of the battle or happening thats going on By Herself. once she chooses she just whooshes back to real life though and nothing has changed. the only downside? it takes a LOT of energy and cant be exploited for little things. her one thing on her bucket list is to tap into said powers while getting something from a vending machine so like three things will fall out but it hasnt happened yet and shes upset

vriskas a daughter of tyche, the luck goddess, come the fuck on you knew i was gonna, i havent really elaborated on her either and im upset about that. but hey now you get a break from all those fucking paragraphs

equius is a hephaestus kid, and he kinda stays in the background. hes a range fighter, he spends a lot of time in the forge, and even though its been a project looooong since forgotten, hes been excavating the tunnels under cabin nine for years. by himself. he has no idea where they lead, but dammit hes gonna find out where. he has no idea about a certain bunker in the woods though...

gamzees just there for a fucking laugh tbh hes a son of dionysus and i love that cause hes the god of wine and parties and insanity. usually gamzees just zoning out somewhere hes Not supposed to be, and hes not affected by the maenads FUCKED UP BULLSHIT that goes down the forest sometimes. also hes so fucking scared of tavroses wing shoes he tried them on once while he was high and JESUS CHRIST

eridan is the son of kymopoleia, a SUPER obscure goddess. lets just say dont fuck with eridan cause his mom is the goddess of violent sea storms,

and naturally, feferi is the daughter of poseidon. cause who the FUCK else would she be the daughter of. WHO. NAME ONE GOD

OH AND JUST CAUSE I FORGOT CALLIE AND CALIBORN ARE SATYRS IN THIS AU. CALLIE HAS PAN PIPES. and caliborn still has a gun

[broken-clover]

Goretober day 4- Stitches

Yikes!! Cutting it a bit early here, guess I just got sidetracked. Well! I’m already half asleep so let’s get this going quick so I can do a sleep. Another repeat today! While I do love Litchi, I’m not sure if lat year’s prompt for this was especially good. Guess I can say the same about this one, but at least it’s different.

Today I’m using Hazama and Bang! This should be...not fun.

Hazama rubbed his temples as he entered the lower levels of the research lab.

“Clover, I understand the importance of your experiments, but must you do this when I’m trying to sleep?”

“Hmm?” Relius was hunched over his work table, welding something together. His hands were perfectly steady, not reacting at all to the sounds of muffled screaming that seeped through the wall.

“Can’t you shut him up? I swear he’s been yelling his head off for hours now. I can’t get any rest in these conditions!”

“I’m busy, Hazama, must you bother me when I’m working?”

The vessel huffed, crossing his arms. “Well, if you can’t silence him, can you at least give me something to do? I’m so very, very bored…”

“I’m right in the middle of this, can’t you handle it yourself?”

“Ugh, you are absolutely impossible!” Hazama had half a mind to say that Relius wasn’t even listening. He stormed off to the other side of the room and exited into the hallway, making a special effort to slam the door behind him as he went.

”Looks like we’ll just have to find a way to make our own fun.” Terumi’s voice hissed in the back of his thoughts.

“Too true. Any suggestions?”

”I find that pain is a good way to teach a lesson.” Hazama could all but feel the ghost smiling in his thoughts. ”So why don’t we teach our guest a thing or two?”

“Ohhh, very clever, very clever.” He turned back towards the door next to Relius’ lab, padlocked shut with a thick shackle that he knew only Relius had the key to. Ouroboros bit through the metal with embarrassingly little effort, and Hazama let himself inside.

The seemingly-endless stream of curses, death threats, and simple outright screaming only grew louder and more shrill as he entered. The ninja had been quite restless at first, but after breaking his legs and tying him down with numerous chains, he’d finally gone still- aside from his mouth, of course.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it, Shishigami?”

Bang looked even shaggier than usual. His hair was disgusting and disheveled, his clothing was torn, and scrapes and bruises marked a good chunk of his exposed skin. Despite his poor state, a fire still burned in his eyes, and he was all too happy to direct it at the man who had taken him captive.

“Why are you here?!”

“You see, in civilized societies, usually you’d greet people with ‘hello.’ Not sure what sort of things you were taught. Not like I could ask them what they were thinking, anyway, that whole shithole city is nothing but ashes now.”

They both delighted in the infuriated screech that was given in response. While Bang tossed out every possible curse word he knew (and a few that he probably made up, as well) Hazama busied himself by looking around the small, well-lit room. There wasn’t much of note, but he caught sight of something metal and shiny on the countertop. A tray of surgical tools was still laid out all neat and tidy, almost as though Relius had left it as a present for him.

”Well, wasn’t that nice?”

Hazama could agree more. He gleefully looked over the arrangement like a child at Christmas, quickly locating and picking up a curved needle. He was no medical expert, but a needle was a needle, and he had a pretty good idea on the sorts of things that it could be used for.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t you dare ignore me!” Bang snapped from his place on the floor. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I don’t owe you that.” He replied, making no attempt at hiding anything as he found and cut a length of string from the spool.

“Don’t think I’ll give in so easily! You fiends know nothing about the true power of- !”

“Love, friendship, blah, blah, blah, do you ever stop talking?”

Hazama would have asked it himself, even if Terumi hadn’t hijacked him to say it first. Deft fingers threaded the needle and tied a tight knot at the end. Nodding him himself, he brought it over and knelt down in front of his guest.

“You’re thick in the head, but I assume you at least know what this is?”

Bang offered no reply, but the way his eyes widened was enough of a tell. “Good. Now, you’ve been annoying me halfway to insanity, and I’d really like to be able to get a good night’s sleep. I’m a busy man, after all, I need to be well-rested if I want to get anything done.

So,” in a quick, sharp movement, he grabbed the ninja by the jaw with a force that threatened to break bone. “I’m going to shut you up for a bit. Try not to wiggle too much, okay, pumpkin?”

There wasn’t much of a point in asking. Despite his lithe frame, Hazama’s grip was obscenely powerful. Bang couldn’t even squirm if he tried. And he did, straining and struggling with forced-stiff muscles that weren’t allowed an inch of moving space.

”HAHAHAHA! Do it, Hazama! This is going to be so fun!!”

Even while rendered motionless, Bang still did his best to be restless and difficult. In the end, though, Hazama’s skillful fingers dug the sharp tip into the soft flesh of the man’s upper lip, right in the corner.

“I’m actually quite the talented seamster, did you know that?” Asked Hazama, calmly pinching the lower lip out so he could pierce through it. “Not especially good with skin, though. I’m not sure if this is a Lembert or a Cushing stitch. It’s all the same to me. But I’d be more than happy to try and manage a nice blanket stitch for you~”

Bang could still scream even with how he was held. The sound was muffled as his jaw refused to move. A bead of blood dribbled out from the first puncture mark, and his mouth was filled with the taste of iron.

“Oh, perhaps that’s too much detail for someone like you. You don’t seem the fancy type, perhaps a simpler stitch would suit you better?”

“Mmm-mphh!!!"

“Haha! C’mon, why the looooong face?” A wicked smile split Hazama’s face as he pulled the string taut. “Cheer up! Litchi’s definitely gonna like you better like this!”

The strain stained red as it was pulled in and out. For the life of him, Hazama couldn’t seem to figure out which stitch looked best. He undid and redid the lines, not being at all gentle as he yanked and tied and twisted. Even without being able to scream properly, Bang’s expressions were positively hilarious to witness as he flinched and whimpered pathetically.

“Heehee! So many already! If you’re a good boy, you’ll get a lollipop when you’re done!”

It was intriguing how there seemed to be so much blood and yet so little at the same time. Each prick drew blood, and yet Hazama found that his hands were barely stained.

”How dull...why don’t we rip his guts open?”

“Now, now, just think of what Relius would say if his precious little research project got irreparably mauled. Perhaps he won’t object to a few missing fingers, though…”

Ah, but that was for another day. Stained thread trailed in neat zigzags, curving up until Hazama finally pulled the needle back out of the man’s cheek and tied it off.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Bang had a haunted look in his eyes. Thin trails of tears flowed and mixed with the blood as it ran down his throat. The stitches held his mouth shut firmly and cleanly, and combined with the various chains wrapped around his body, the eyes were the only part of him that could still move at all.

Hazama had been right. He did look much better this way.

[touchmycoat]

lev!anon: I will be ecstatic however much or little of this you want to write. If you don't want to get bogged down in the details, you could just use the plot stuff as background flavor the way the team refers to crazy hijinks of a prior job that aren't shown - like the ship wreck and Brazilian spear divers Elliot fought, or the various prior treasures Parker has stolen, etc. It just makes me so happy that you thought this was a fun enough idea to write snippets.

yes ;;; i think that's precisely the direction i'll swerve down (BRAZILIAN SPEAR DIVERS), thank you lovely. see the problem was that i wrote a lil snippet i really liked, but could only exist at the start of a looooong situation. I guess that's why they say kill your darlings, right? TTT

please let me share tho...Xie Lian + He Xuan, Ocean's Eleven vibes

“Have you ever thought about getting a team together?”

It was an evening good for eating, and He Xuan was on his third plate. Xie Lian sat across the table looking stately in his bearing but down-to-earth in the way his fingers were covered with butter from the garlic bread. Wolfing down shrimp, green pepper, and linguini, He Xuan made a low sound in reply.

It meant no, of course. Xie Lian knew the answer before he even asked the question, but he’d asked it anyways. That meant He Xuan would most likely be getting a team together in the next couple of days, because that was just what happened around Taizi Dianxia—he took care of everything so thoroughly that the one mere thing he asked of you became irresistable.

And while He Xuan didn’t like the idea of a team at all, he wasn’t too worried. Last time he got a “team” together, it had really just been him and Yin Yu sitting alone in a tech’d-out van for hours and hours of not-uncomfortable silence.

“Ah, but San Lang and I are going to be out of the country for a bit,” Xie Lian said, fingertips fluttering in apology. He Xuan’s steak knife ground into his plate with a dangerous sound. “So I’m afraid we can’t be of much help for the first leg of this job.”

San Lang being out of the country meant Yin Yu being out of the country, and Xie Lian stating “the first leg of this job” like that meant there were time constraints. Neither Xie Lian nor He Xuan traded extraneous words over the expensive table linens today, but everything that needed to be said had already been said:

There was a job Xie Lian wanted done but couldn’t take care of on his own, so he was passing the matter to He Xuan despite the fact that He Xuan probably couldn’t take care of it on his own. So now He Xuan may have to do the thing he least liked doing in their line of business—socialize—in order to get this done.

Glaring first at the fifth plate of bribery he was scarfing down, then up at Xie Lian, He Xuan bared some teeth and tapped a finger on the table. Xie Lian correctly interpreted the gesture to hurry up and looked grateful, pulling out his phone.

“I’ll send you two files,” he promised, “one on the job and one on potential people to take on—”

“No.”

Xie Lian’s fingers paused over his screen, and a remorseful smile flickered on his lips.

“Ah, am I stepping on your process?”

He Xuan waved the light film of apology away and gestured for a refill on the garlic bread. The waiter nodded calmly, not giving a single indication that she’d noticed the insane amount of food their table was putting away, and He Xuan was mentally increasing her tip one percent for every new thing she got them.

“I’ll get it done,” was all he said. Xie Lian nodded, assured.

“Thank you, I really do appreciate this.” The new basket of garlic bread came and Xie Lian gave his thanks to the waiter as well, digging his fingers into the steaming bread like he didn’t feel their heat at all. “The expenses—”

He Xuan snorted, cutting him off. They both knew exactly how the expenses for this job would be taken care of. Xie Lian’s cheeks lightly pinked, though He Xuan would bet it was from amused affection, not embarrassment.

“Speaking of, San Lang sends his regards.”

“You know you can’t grift me, Dianxia,” was all he had to say on that matter.

[mikayfics18]

Visions of Winter

Chapter 1/(?): In Love with the Shape of You

*not my gif*

A/N: I know I stink at finishing things ;-; a lot has happened in the past year. BUT I’m definitely excited to see where this story goes, and if y’all like it, I’ll continue it. Some feedback is always welcome!

Also, I was recently inspired by that Ed Sheeran song - hence the title of this chapter. And of course this is a modern AU Bucky x Reader story, with some dark backstories, romance, angst, and danger ;P Enjoy~!

He couldn't tell if it was your hips in that tight black skirt or those smokey eyes that caught his attention first - both so sultry and beautiful in their own way. But the glance you gave him while he wiped a shot glass clean as you sauntered by the bar table had him hooked in an instant. "Uhhh, hey, Buck. You got some drool on your chin there." Bucky put the toweled hand to his mouth before he realized his friend at the table was just messing with him. "Oh shut up, Steve," he chuckled, putting the glass away and towel on a hook. Steve put up his hands in mock surrender as the smirk on his face grew wider. "Not my fault I caught you lookin'." "Yeah? Last time I checked, those blue eyes of yours followed her too." "You got me there, but I wish she was checkin' them too," Steve sighed, tapping his hands on the table in a quick rhythmic motion. "Whatcha mean?" "You kidding me, right," he mocked. "Did you not see those lashes bat at you?" The tips of Bucky's ears turned pink as he mumbled, "No, I don't know what you're talking about." With the roll of his eyes, Steve prepared himself for the advice he was going to give. "Look, Casanova, I know you haven't been in the game much since that Miranda or whatever left you for some dentist, but don't be afraid to go after what you like." Bucky let out a short laugh. "Are you for real right now? Steve Rogers, the biggest gentleman I know, is telling me, Bucky Barnes, to go out and hit on unassuming women like a tool to get over an ex?" Steve blushed and shrugged. "Hey hey, I'm just trying to think like you-before-Miranda, I guess. I dunno, you've just seemed a little down lately, and I'm trying my best to get your mojo back." Bucky's eyes rolled. "Excuse me, the mojo never left. I just... haven't seen anyone that's caught my eye yet." "The gal that just walked by seemed to. For a whole five seconds." "You counted?" "Maybe, maybe not." Steve chuckled, placing his fist under his chin and his elbow on the counter. "Now are you gonna give me another shot or are you gonna show me that mojo of yours isn't dead." "How ‘bout both," Bucky uttered with a smirk as he poured his friend another drink. "Watch the bar for me.” And with that, Bucky walked around from behind the bar and into the back hallway towards the bathrooms, ignoring Steve's calls that he honestly was not going to watch the bar for him. After going to the jon, Bucky waited outside the bathrooms, leaning against the wall opposite of the women's bathroom door, which soon opened as the girl from earlier stepped out. He was lighting a cigarette when you paused to look up at him, but noticed he was already looking at you. "The owner lets their bartenders smoke inside?" You say with mock reprimanding. Bucky chuckles and takes a hit, then blows the smoke out from the side of his mouth. "Well what if the bartender is also the owner?" You cross your arms in a shrug. "You got me, then. So you really own this place?" "Yeah, bought it a few years back. It's given me a decent living. I actually live in the apartment just above it too." "Ohhhh, so the studio? Nice place." Bucky nods once, keeping his eyes locked with yours. "You been up there before?" "Yep, the previous owner may have taken me up there once or twice." You grin playfully, biting your lip and reveling in the reward of his pupils dilating against those pretty sky blue irises. God, he was gorgeous. "Ahh I see. And was he - I mean - it entertaining? The place and all... Has a nice view, decent surround sound setup." A playful glimmer flashed across his eyes as he spoke, and you felt your stomach flip - in the good way. "Yeah, I'd say so." You flashed another smile at him. "My name's (y/n), by the way." You held out your hand and he took it, bringing it slowly to his lips, inadvertently pulling you closer to him. "Nice to meet you, Miss (y/n). My name is James Buchanan Barnes." He kissed your knuckles softly, letting his mouth linger while still keeping eye contact with you. "But you can call me Bucky." You were glad you wore foundation that night or else he would've been able to see how flushed you had gotten. "Nice to meet you then, Bucky Barnes." You two probably would've stayed there gazing at each other for longer if a stumbling guest hadn't entered the hallway and tripped over himself between you towards the men's bathroom. You both awkwardly stepped back against opposite walls, looking down at the floor while the man slurred something about his "damn mortgage payments" and walked into the men's room. After watching the swinging door close, Bucky looked up at you and let out a small laugh, "I hope our night turns out better than his seems to be." You smiled widely. "I think it will." Bucky gleamed as he scratched the back of his head. "So, uh, would you like to get more drinks? On the house." "Hmmmmm on the house? How could I say no to that." You winked at him, delighted to see his cheeks turn pink. Getting attractive men to blush always made you pleased on the inside. "After you, Mr. Barnes." You followed him out of the hallway and back into the main room of the bar. He walked behind the bar table and got out a mixture of different drinks while you took a seat next to a handsome blond. He grinned kindly at you and then looked at Bucky. "Aw, you making that for me?" He snickered at Bucky, who rolled his eyes with a laugh. "Yeah you wish. I'm making this for the lovely (y/n) here, actually." The blond turned his head to you again and smiled. "Hi, (y/n). I'm Steve Rogers." Geez, you thought, what is it about this bar? An attractive guy magnet? You returned a small smile and gave a slight nod. "Nice to meet you, Steve." The three of you spent the next two hours drinking, laughing, chatting, and playing with Steve's game cards that he took from his coat pocket. You beat them every time. "Gosh, (y/n), are you a mind reader or something?" Steve breathed out, baffled that you beat him at blackjack for the fifth time. You giggled, feeling a bit lightheaded as you leaned against the back of your stool. "You callin' me a cheater, Mr. Rogers?" "No no," he laughed. "It's just... you're truly good at it." "Well thank you~" you somewhat sang out, and giggled again. He sighed and turned to look up at the clock above Bucky. "Wow, it's 3am? Where does the time go when you're having a good time, huh? I've gotta be heading home." Bucky nodded at him. "Want me to call you an uber?" Steve waved him off. "Nah, I'll walk. I like to think off my alcohol," he chuckled. Bucky grinned at him. "Alright, alright. I'll see you around then, bud." "It was nice to meet you, (y/n)," he mumbled as he turned to you with a small smile. You smiled back with a short nod as he stood up. With a quick wave, he walked out of the bar with the last few guests following behind. You watched until the last person left, then slowly turned back towards Bucky. "Steve's such a nice guy," you say to him as he finishes off his 8th beer. "Yeah, I've known him for a looooong time. He's my best friend actually." His eyes look nostalgic for a split second, but the moment passes and he's then leaning on the table and just looking at you. Heat goes to your ears as you somewhat look away from those intense eyes, and you mumble with feign confidence, "Why are you looking at me like that, Mr. Barnes, hm?" He sighs through his nose and simply states, "I just really want to kiss you right now." Your eyes widen for a split second as you see him lean in, but it's taking too damn long. You close the gap, almost too quickly, as your mouth clumsily crashes against his. Bucky truly doesn't seem to mind because his hands are immediately at the sides of your face, holding you against him. You climb on top of the bar, accidentally knocking over a few glasses, but neither of you really cared the second your legs wrapped around his torso. You kiss each other hungrily, only breaking apart to rip your shirts off each other and toss them to who knows where. Lord, he tastes so good, it's addicting. His stomach grinds against you, and his mouth leaves marks along your jaw and neck, but it's not enough. He lets out a deep groan as you tug on his messy brown locks, and you swear it's the sexiest sound you've ever heard. One hand caresses your thigh while the other digs into your ass causing your head to tilt back with a gasp. Why is this so intense right now? "Ohh, my god, Bucky," you sigh as he nips that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder, urging him to keep going. Bucky's hands slide up the sides of your torso, sending shivers down your spine. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach, and up again while he palms over your red lacy bra. The unexpected teeth dragging and licks are driving you insane. You lean back on your elbows as he goes lower, his hands now both wrapped into the fabric of your skirt, surprising you that it hasn't ripped yet. He tugs on it, just enough so the rim of your matching underwear is showing, but all you want is for him to tear everything off. His tongue swirls around the sensitive skin of your right inner hip bone, causing your hips to buck in anticipation. This man is going to kill me... Holy shit, this is amazing- 

And then he stops. "W-wait, what're you doing?" You breathe out heavily as he stands up, allowing more space between the two of you. "I-I'm sorry, (y/n)," he pants, catching your disappointed eyes with his. "But I can't do this. Not right now." You feel a pang in your chest, and suddenly feel the need to cover up. "O-oh... why?" Catching your mood, he corrects himself. "No, no...! I don't mean it's cuz of you or your body. I mean, I swear, I'm in love with it. Really. It's just... before I do anything with you, I'd rather we be sober." You look down and nod, still feeling slightly disappointed, but better. "Oh. Yeah, I can respect that." Still with chests heaving, you keep your eyes locked on each other. If it felt like that intoxicated, you could only imagine what it would feel like completely sober. What was that even? "So, um... do you have a ride...?" He asks, baffling you that this guy can go from freaking sex demon to caring angel in seconds. "I...uh. No actually. I forgot to set one up." "Oh. You, um... wanna stay with me? I mean like in my bed - I mean at my apartment with me - but not like WITH me in that sense cuz drunk and yeah." "Oh my gosh," you laughed, shaking your head at the blushing dork before you. "Yes, that sounds fine to me. Thank you." He shrugged shyly and smiled. "No problem." After picking up your shirts and locking the front door, you took your arm in his and walked to the hallway, heading in the opposite direction of the bathrooms to another locked door that lead to a stairway. You were shocked you didn't hear any yelling from neighbors telling the two of you to shut up from all the drunken giggling that occurred the entire climb. Once going up a couple stories, you made it to the 5th floor where there was another door. Bucky unlocked and opened it, guiding you into his open studio apartment. It was only a little bit different than you remembered three years ago - more cozy maybe. Being near the water meant the large ceiling-to-floor windows displayed a perfect view of the Hudson River; you remember it looking gorgeous at sunset. "Here, you can take my bed, I'll take the couch. The bathroom is over there to the left of the windows." Bucky grabbed a pillow off his king size bed for himself and started heading towards the couch when you stopped him. "Wait, um, can I sleep with you...? Like in your bed, together, just spooning or something," you ask shyly. Bucky can't help but think you're the cutest, sexiest thing he's ever seen and relaxes his paused stance. With a small smile, he replies, "Of course. Sounds great to me. You can borrow one of my t-shirts if you'd like." "Sure, thank you, Mr. Barnes." "My pleasure, Miss (y/n)." After clumsily washing up and changing into your respectable pjs, the two of you crawl under the covers together. Bucky pulls you in close to him, but not too close as to arouse another bar-incident. You enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms gently wrapping around you, making you feel safe for once in a long time. But he didn't need to know about that. It's not like you were staying with him for long anyways, just another guy on another lonely night. Yet, it didn't feel so lonely this time, and that made part of you hate it, because that meant that it would only hurt once this little - whatever this was - had to end. Bucky let out a content sigh, interrupting your thoughts. "Goodnight, (y/n), sweet dreams." You can't help the smile that plays across your lips. "Goodnight, Bucky. Thank you for this... See you in the morning."