#nods knowingly...........................

[vel-vet61]

letting the right one in (little remmick bite-sized smUt)

explicit 18+, oral, dirty talk, filth, period sex brief brief mention, no vampire horror in this one really just soft soft yearning <3 might do other bloodier ones later. this was supposed to be brief head canon style beats but got uhhh carried away….

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remmick licking his fingers before stuffing you full

remmick getting giddy whenever you’re on your period to eat you out the entire week to ‘get rid of the pains’

knowing right when the sun goes down that remmick will be crawling up through your bedroom window, whether you’re asleep or awake

tonight specifically he comes in when you’re already passed out, creeping to your bed and throwing his legs over you to trap you underneath him, sitting himself gently on your waist and leaning down into your neck to breathe your scent in

rem…. remmick…

your body tries to toss and turn under the weight of him but he grabs your wrists, lying kisses on your jaw

s’me, baby, s’just me. wake up, beautiful, I’m here for you.

you blink up at him before it registers who’s above you

let’s have ourselves some more fun, ey? you miss me during the day, love?

he gently licks and pecks your neck, joining your wrists together to pin them above

know I’ve missed you. feels like I finally get to breathe again…

sniffs your hair, nuzzling his nose into your scalp while you grin through a laugh

just gonna breathe on me then, are you rem?

he knows you’re teasing but he can’t help but play along

mmmhm, all night. just gonna.. just gonna breathe on each other. breathe you in.

remmick keeps digging his nose in you. your neck, collarbones, shoulders. even goes down as far as your ribcage and your hip bones, scooting himself down to kneel to you, reaching your hip bones

where he noses along your waistline, turning his head to the side after a while and making an impatient gesture of sticking his pointer finger in the waistband of your panties

staring up at you with drool dripping out of one corner of his mouth

you want me down here as bad as I wanna be down here or what, angel

your hair is sprawled out on the pillow before you lift your head up to meet his hungry eyes with his same exact expression mirrored back at him

his nails begin gently tracing your thighs, mesmerized by the feeling of your skin

you let me in your home, you gonna let me in these panties again too?

he waits for that breathy moan and that affirming nod to snake your panties down your legs, both at a time

wearing these pretty ones for me?

your scoff mixes with your laugh. those old ones? you nod to the plain cotton pair now getting pulled off your feet, probably now shoved in the back of his pocket

still sexy to me, he shrugged. planting needy kisses all around your pussy, feeling proud of the rewarding squirm your body trembles around him

lie back, lie back for me. or what, you wanna sit up and watch me lick you? huh?

you keep your legs spread as you sit up enough for your back to take leverage to the headboard behind you, eagerly waiting to eat up the show he gives when he goes down on your pussy, feasts on it

mmmkay, dirty girl… always wanting to watch…

remmick intends on exciting you visually just as much as he already can physically

peering up through his eyelashes at you as he takes the first teasing lick, swiftly flicking it around and around

briefly closes his eyes to savor the taste

hums like you’re the one that’s pleasing him by opening up

fuck… fuck, oh, god—

remmick just hums knowingly, flicking your clit around some more before smoothing his lips on your own, warming them up before slipping the flat of his tongue along your open slit

it’s filthy how much sound he makes as he’s feasting, drinking everything in that your cunt drips

the hard on begging in his pants bulges out like it wished to be touched for relief, but he ignores anything in favor of just touching you

licking and suckling

your hands paw at his scalp and gently grasp his locks between your knuckles, whining while his tongue swirls around your button rhythmically

only swapping his speed for a slower, more agonizing one when he felt like you were getting too close to the finish line

baby, you’re too good to me. too fucking good….

it pleases him to hear any sort of praise, growing his devilish grin by miles even as it’s busy licking your sensitive spots again and again

only treat you the best cause you deserve the best, baby, he quips, kitten licking the side of your clit, keeping the hood pulled up with two of his fingers

taking long strides and wiggles of his tongue in zig-zag form to feel your pussy clamping down on any part of him he gives you

a singular digit of his joins a moment later, teetering over the rim of your pussy before plunging in and curling up

his lips wrap around your clit and suckle, pistoling his pointer finger in and out with the helpful slide of your arousal dripping down his own jaw and lips

ffffuck, remmie please, please don’t stop—- don’t tease me this time baby, I’m about to-

I know you need it sweet thing, go on. cum on my mouth

as he dives back in face first he deliberately keeps the pace of his tongue and his one finger steady to the one that got you close in the first place, flicking his tongue and gliding it along your flushing skin

cum on me, cum on me baby, fucking better cum hard

his voice reverberates between the sounds of his mouth on your pussy, quenching his thirst as your posture straightens up. your throat seizes, your toes now curling and your aching pussy leaks all over his face

leaving his own lips shiny with your slick while he cleans the mess up with probing licks

yeah… yeah that’s it, love. relax for me. rest, he heaves, leaving messy wet kisses along your open thighs

fucking beautiful laid out like this under me, all fucked up from my tongue, remmick wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a sloppy mix of your cum and his drool

he goes in to lick it up off his hand too before pausing

sheds his pants just below his waistband to take his throbbing cock out and pull on it with the added lube of the mess still slathered all over his hand

love feeding off you, fucking riles me up every time…

his cock bobs up to slap him in the stomach, still unencumbered by the man who’s eyes are glowing as they stuck to you and longed for your tantalizing body spread out in the open beneath him

so sexy… mmmph, I got so lucky…

his murmurs are half assed while his wet fist glides up and down his cock, aiming the head just centimeters away from your weeping pussy

I’m the luckier one, you grin, tickling your fingers up his hip until your palm finds his and strokes with him

leaning down only to spit a glob on the head, adding more to the mess on his dick

the veins on his cock twitch, balls tensing up and his whine accompanies your name while you swiftly pick up the pace he lost for him

yeah, yeah that’s right sweet thing… help me cover this pussy in my cum. that’s it

he guides you along, shoving and canting his hips right in your fist like it’s your pussy he’s fucking

stuttering his hips and twitching like a mad man when you tease a lick down the crown of his head

you don’t even get ten licks before he’s ready to burst, shooting ten strong ropes of cum across your mouth and eventually landing a couple stripes on your naked pussy

his head goes down as he’s pulsing, howling almost like he was in pain

grabbing you by the thigh before leaning down to smash his lips down into yours

messy and possessive as he claims your mouth with his tongue, dancing shapes along your back with his fingers

the face planting collapse he does in your bed after every orgasm you ring out of his cock visibly deflates him, arm only coming up to snatch you up and keep you locked onto his side

just when you think his battery was out for the night, he swoops back up and lays a kiss on your cheekbone, fingers delicately moving your hair back from your face before murmuring

don’t worry love, I’ll lick the mess off you

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[pazzi5351]

Bria's Interlude

Paige x Azzi

“I just wanna touch you, but I’m so far away”

AN:ok so this isn’t what i was planning on putting out but i was rereading it for inspo bc unfortunately ya girl is inexperienced in this field. But here u go since i’ve been baiting y’all accidentally. I also don’t rly like this bc it’s short as hell but it’s from like mid may so I’m giving myself grace BUUUT I hope yall like it (yall will bc yall freaked out too so) enjoy!

WC: 1.3K

Warning: 18+

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After basically living together for four years, Paige and Azzi grew accustomed to having each other around at every waking moment. So, when Paige was drafted number one to the Wings. To Dallas, the two kind of freaked out.

Even though she was super happy for Paige, Azzi couldn’t help but be sad that her girlfriend was moving back across the country.

Away from her.

It’d been two weeks since Paige moved and Azzi had felt every second of everyday that Paige was gone. Despite constant facetimes and texts, Azzi missed Paige in ways she’d never thought she could miss someone— she missed her hair, her smell, her laugh— she mostly, however, missed her touch. God, Paige’s touch that could make her melt the second Paige’s hands were on her.

The way she missed Paige was nobody’s problem, but her own— but, she still made it everyone else’s. One particular afternoon, while getting lunch with Caroline, Azzi decided that today, her missing Paige was Carol’s new problem.

“How do you deal with being single?” She asked flatly, to a now choking Caroline.

“Wow Az, thanks for asking if I’m good,” Caroline said, sipping her water. “Um, I don’t know? Some of us don’t have the luxury of meeting the love of our lives at fifteen.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, “Seriously Care, I genuinely don’t know how to function without her. I’m actually so touch deprived and it’s only been two weeks. I don’t know if I’ll make it to the end of the W season.”

Caroline shook her head incredulously at her friend. “Call her? Watch her edits? Book a flight to Dallas? Make her book you a flight? I know she’ll do it. Or, y’know, do it yourself? I’m sure you have enough pictures of her.”

Azzi’s eyebrows shot up, as she was the one choking now. “Carol!”

Caroline put her hands up in mock surrender. “What? You made this my problem today. I’m just giving you solutions.”

Azzi wiped her mouth with a napkin, still lightly coughing. “You’re the worst.”

Caroline grinned. “I know. But you love me.”

Azzi didn’t respond, she just glanced out the window, her mood going back to normal. She missed her girlfriend. Not just in a “we’ll text everyday” way. But, in a gut wrenching way.

And it had only been two weeks.

Later that night, after failed study attempts and a painfully cold shower, Azzi gave up, grabbing her phone, and facetiming Paige like it was muscle memory.

She answered on the first ring, lounging on her bed, bare shouldered in a tank top, her hair tied up in a messy bun, and a soft smile on her face. “Hey baby.”

Azzi leaned back into her pillows, exhaling. Seeing Paige’s face on a screen, not next to her, made her chest ache. “Hi. I miss you.”

Paige tilted her head, still smiling. “I miss you more mama. You okay?”

Azzi hesitated. “I was at lunch with Carol earlier, and I may or may not have had a breakdown.”

Paige smirked knowingly. “Bout me?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but nodded. “Yeah. I was saying how I miss you and she asked why I couldn’t just call or book a flight or—” she trailed off, embarrassed now. “She also made a very Caroline, very inappropriate suggestion.”

“Oh yeah?” Paige raised an eyebrow. “Please, enlighten me.”

Azzi sighed, burying her face in her hands. “She said I probably have enough pictures of you to… y’know… help myself.”

Paige burst out laughing, leaning back against her pillows. “Bro. Carol’s wild for that.”

“I didn’t say she was wrong,” Azzi muttered, barely above a whisper.

Paige grinned slowly, “I can send you pics if you wanna do it yourself.”

Azzi sat up straighter. “Paige. No, like– please. I’m good—it’s fine. You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” Paige’s voice dipped, soft but firm. “I’d rather be the one touching you, but if this is what we’ve got, I’ll make it work. Let me help you out, mama.”

Azzi looked away, biting her lip, already warm from paige's offer.

“Okay…” she whispered.

Paige leaned closer to the camera. “But only if you stay on the phone with me while you do it.”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

Paige’s tone becoming slightly more demanding. “I could hang up. But then you’d have no one to talk you through it. And I know that gets you off.”

Azzi didn’t say anything, but her silence was answer enough.

Paige smiled and picked up her phone, tapping away.

Seconds later, three pictures came through.

One of her hand, fingers spread, knuckles sharp and veins popping slightly. Another of her abs, and the last… her face. Hair messy, lips parted, sweat along her collarbone. She looked wrecked. And so stupidly beautiful it made Azzi hold her breath.

Paige watched her reaction. “You like ‘em?”

Azzi nodded slowly, barely breathing. “Too much.”

“Good. Now…” Paige leaned back and looked at her. “Take your shirt off for me.”

Azzi hesitated for half a second, then obeyed, slipping out of her oversized tee. Her nipples were already hard, her skin itched with tension.

“Play with your nipples first,” Paige instructed, her voice low. “You know how much I love watching you touch them.”

Azzi bit her lip, letting her fingers roll over each one, moaning softly.

Paige watched closely. “Good girl.”

The praise hit instantly—Azzi let out a small gasp, her hips shifting beneath the sheets. Paige clocked it.

“You like that baby? You like when I call you my good girl? When I remind you that you're mine?”

Azzi whimpered. “Yes.”

“You’re so easy for me mama. One word from me and you’re wet.”

Azzi moaned again, louder this time. Her hand slid lower, but Paige caught her.

“Hey!” she said softly. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Azzi paused, breathing heavily.

“Ask me.”

“Can I… can I touch myself now?”

Paige tilted her head. “Beg for it.”

Azzi’s eyes fluttered shut. “Please, Paige. Please let me touch myself. I miss you so much, I need it. I need you.”

“That’s better,” Paige murmured. “Go ahead, baby. Show me how bad you miss me.”

Azzi’s hand slid beneath the waistband of her shorts, finding herself soaked and desperate. She moaned again, this time with Paige whispering right in her ear, “That’s it. Keep going. You’re already dripping, aren’t you?”

Azzi nodded breathlessly, her fingers circling slow, just how she liked.

“Such a dirty girl,” Paige cooed. “You’re on the phone, playing with yourself for me. You’re so desperate for my touch you’ll take whatever I give you.”

Azzi whimpered again, her legs twitching.

“Say it,” Paige commanded. “Say you’re my filthy little girl.”

“I’m your—your filthy girl,” Azzi breathed out.

“Good girl.”

That undid her. Azzi’s body jerked, but Paige’s voice held her there.

“Don’t come yet.”

Azzi nearly cried. “Please—Paige—please.”

“I said no,” Paige growled. “You come when I say you can come. Now stop moving and lick your fingers clean.”

Azzi obeyed, licking slowly, eyes closing.

“Back in,” Paige whispered. “Two fingers. Do it for me.”

Azzi slid them back in with a shaky sigh.

“Now,” Paige said, voice deep and soothing, “I want you to go slow. Let me hear every sound. Let me hear you fall apart for me.”

Azzi moaned loudly, her other hand returning to her chest, rolling her nipple as her hips bucked into her hand.

Paige whispered filth and sweetness in equal measure—calling her a good girl, a mess, a slut, her baby. Azzi didn’t know which she loved more. The praise made her melt. The degradation made her feral.

When she finally begged again, Paige’s voice turned velvet.

“Now, baby. Come for me.”

Azzi’s orgasm hit like a crash wave—legs shaking, fingers stilled, her back arching as she sobbed Paige’s name. Her whole body went limp.

Paige was smiling, soft and smug. “That’s my girl. You did so good.”

Azzi laid there dazed, her hand still on her stomach, body humming. “That was amazing,” she whispered. “But… holy fuck, it made me miss you more.”

Paige chuckled gently. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Paige said, “I already booked your flight.”

Azzi blinked.

“I’m getting you right soon, mama. Promise.”

[thecowboyfiles]

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ⓘ Bob Floyd x Male Reader

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"Hey there, flyboy," you grin, walking into a bar in Rhode Island. Bobby had always been the one to surprise you, coming home from deployments and always making sure you were none the wiser so he could always see the surprise and the delight on your face. You wanted the chance to see that exact same look on his face, so when your boss asked if anyone wanted to attend a conference in the same place that Bob was stationed, you jumped at the chance.

“Oh my god, oh my god wha- what are you doing here?!” He jumped up from his stool, abandoning his beer on the bar and wrapping his arms around you.

You chuckle against his ear and hug him as tightly as you can, every inch of your bodies touching before you pull back to cup his face. "Here for a conference, came up a day early to see my favourite weapons systems officer." You smile.

He wraps his arms back around you again, holding you close and you take the opportunity with your lips right at his ear level. "I gotta have you right now, Bobby," You murmur lowly in his ear.

No matter how bold or forward you were with Bob, he always seemed to be surprised by it.

He pulls back and his eyebrows, go up to his hairline. "Really?” he smirks, "Right now, huh? You couldn't possibly wait another moment?”

You know he's only teasing, and it's all too easy to tease him right back. "Hey, if you wanna stay here and drink with your friends, I'll just go back to my own hotel by myself. I’ve been getting reacquainted with my right hand since you’ve been deployed, so I think I’ll be fine."

"Whoa, alright, no need to go that far, you've convinced me," He grins, sliding his hand into yours and threading your fingers together.

"Don't you wanna pay for your beer?" You chuckle, nodding toward the half-full bottle still sitting on top of the bar, though you couldn't blame him for being a little distracted.

"Nah," He shakes his head, then fixes his glasses. "It's all on hangman's tab tonight — he lost a bet." He snorts lightly and just starts walking toward the door.

You were almost home free, you could see the parking lot outside of the propped open door when Bob is stopped by phoenix who is just coming out of the bathroom. “You're leaving?" she frowns looking between him and you.

“Yeah, sorry, I got a date with a handsome man and a hotel room." Bob grins even as you swat the back of your hand at his chest.

Phoenix snorts at both of your antics but she smirks knowingly "Have fun you two" She says just as she walks off.

The car ride back to the hotel was excruciating. You had told Bobby that you would take his truck and come back for your beetle later. It made sense that Bob would be the one to drive; it was his truck after all, but now he was driving so slowly. Normally, you loved that Bob was such a safe driver; his job may be dangerous, but at least you knew that he would never be killed in a car crash.

You place your hand on his knee and then slowly slide it up, halfway up his thigh, before you stop and squeeze lightly, then drag it back down and do it all over again. Bob doesn't comment; he's got surprising restraint, even though you know what's coming once your room door closes behind you.

His lips are on you as soon as the latch clicks shut, murmuring soft words about how much he missed you into your skin and sucking what you knew what was going to be a big red mark onto your pulse point— you'll deal with it tomorrow. Once he seems satisfied with branding you, he pulls away and goes over to his suitcase, pulling out a condom and a small bottle of lube.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "You brought condoms and lube on your deployment? Planning on getting laid without me, Bobby?" You try to keep your tone light even though there's a pain in your chest that really doesn't want to know.

Bob frowns at you, then looks back at his bag, back at you and shakes his head. "No, absolutely not, baby. The condoms have been in here since that vacation we took on my last leave, and the lube..." He suddenly ducks his head, and his cheeks flush pink. "Well, I've also been getting reacquainted with my right hand since we've been apart."

That makes you laugh, and the tension is immediately broken, both of your bodies subconsciously relaxing. "I'm sure your right hand will miss you, but tonight, you're mine." You grin, stepping forward and unbuttoning his uniform.

It takes less than a minute for both of you to shed the rest of your clothes, and Bob's got the bottle of lube in his hand as he directs you gently toward the bed. "On your hands and knees, baby, gotta get you ready for me." He spreads the lube on his first two fingers and then gently pushes them into your asshole while you grunt softly at the intrusion.

He takes his time, pushing, pulling, curling and scissoring his fingers inside of you. "Fuck, Bobby, I'm good, I can take you." You insist. By this time your skin was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, your breath was ragged and your cock hangs heavy and hard between your thighs.

"Sorry, baby, it's been a while, gotta be sure, I don't wanna hurt you." It was times like these that you wished your boyfriend wasn't so big, you could be feeling him inside of you already, if you didn't need so much prep to take him.

"Maybe next time I plan to surprise you, I'll wear a plug, I'll keep myself open and wet, ready for you," You pant out, looking back over your shoulder so you can watch him and the way his tongue flicks over his lips.

"I'll buy you one in the morning, and you'll wear it to your meeting. I need to think about you all, open and waiting for me, surrounded by your coworkers who have no idea how well your greedy little hole can take me," He punctuated those words by pushing his thick cock into you and you couldn't think of anything better, even as both your moans echoed off the walls of this hotel room, paid for by the U.S. Navy.

[captain-clueless]

More Dangerous Off the Field

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Avengers Doctor!Reader) SFW

Genre: Soft Slow-Burn, Flirting, Tension, Emotional Recovery, Hints of Romance

Summary: Being assigned to monitor Bucky Barnes’ recovery wasn’t supposed to affect you. But then again… you hadn’t seen the way he reattaches his arm.

Working with the Winter Soldier was supposed to be a career-defining moment.

You were the Avengers’ lead medical specialist—trusted to patch up wounds, assess injuries, and quietly observe from behind glass. You never expected to be placed on personal watch. But when James Buchanan Barnes was brought in, recovering from Hydra’s grip and his fractured past, everything changed.

It had been about a month now. You were tracking both his physical recovery and psychological stability, reporting closely to Steve and Natasha, and checking in daily. He was doing well—faster than expected. But there were still moments where his stare lingered too long on shadows, where his reactions flinched too sharply.

That’s why you were currently standing in your office above the training floor, watching him spar with Steve through the reinforced window.

He was fighting without his metal arm today—at your request.

You needed to see how he coped without it. Whether the muscle memory of the Winter Soldier kicked in… or if he was just a man defending himself. So far, he was holding his own. You made a note of it, fingers tapping at your tablet.

The match ended with Steve giving him a pat on the back. Bucky gave a breathless nod, walking over to the bench where his arm rested.

And then he did it.

In one fluid, practiced motion, Bucky grabbed the prosthetic by the bicep, swung it smoothly around his back, and locked it into place on his shoulder with a solid click.

Your knees went a little weak.

You had no business reacting like that, but the grace, the confidence in the motion—it did something. You swallowed thickly, heart skipping as you shifted your weight.

“You good, Doc?”

A voice behind you. You jumped.

Natasha stood leaning against your office doorway, arms crossed and smirking knowingly.

“I’m fine,” you said a little too fast, “I’m fine”

Nat’s eyes glinted. “Uh huh.” She looked through the glass toward the gym. “Might want to sit down next time. Just in case he really turns on the charm.”

You blinked at her, mouth slightly open.

With a teasing wink, she turned and walked away, leaving you pink-faced and flustered.

You looked back down to the gym—just in time to see Bucky glancing up at your window.

He caught your gaze and offered a little wave before toweling off and heading for the water dispenser.

You sighed and sank into your chair, rubbing your temples. Five minutes. That’s how long you had before he came upstairs for his post-session evaluation.

Spinning slowly in your chair, you pulled up his file and glanced at his photo.

You are a professional. You are not allowed to be affected by sharp jaws or broad shoulders or perfect goddamn eye contact.

Another sigh. You opened a new report and began typing your observations, noting stamina, coordination, emotional stability, restraint.

Just as you hit “Save,” a knock echoed on the door.

Right on schedule.

“Hey, Doc,” Bucky greeted as he stepped inside like he owned the place. He perched on the edge of your desk without waiting for permission, towel still around his neck, his dark hair damp with sweat.

“So,” he said, plucking a stress ball off your desk and giving it a squeeze, “I heard I’m more dangerous off the field than on it.”

You froze, blinking at your screen.

Your gaze flickered to him—only for a second—before returning to the monitor.

“And whom have you heard this from, Mr. Barnes?” you asked evenly.

He shrugged, still fiddling with the stress ball like it didn’t look like he was flexing on purpose. “Y’know. Words go around. Some redheads whisper things. And apparently… someone’s been a little distracted by my moves.”

Your brow arched. “Mr. Barnes, I’m concerned about your recovery, not your choreography. I should hope you understand I am strictly professional. Everything I do is for your health and safety.”

You stood, grabbing a stack of papers and aligning them neatly with a few taps on the desk before stapling them. A nice distraction.

But when you looked up, he was still staring at you with that maddeningly soft, amused expression.

“You sure you’re not secretly impressed, Doc?” he asked with a lazy smirk.

Your cheeks warmed. You turned quickly, walking over to the file cabinet.

“I see you’ve been making steady progress,” you said curtly, filing away the report. “Although I may have to keep you under observation longer if you keep imagining things. Hallucinations are rarely a sign of good mental health.”

You shut the drawer firmly and walked past him toward the door, trying to keep your voice level.

“Please excuse me, Mr. Barnes. I need caffeine.”

⸻

Coffee in hand, you returned ten minutes later, still trying to shake off the heat in your face. You pushed open your office door, half-prepping your next report in your head—until something shifted in the corner of your eye.

You flinched.

“Jesus Christ, Buck— Mr. Barnes,” you gasped, hand over your chest. “I thought you’d left. What are you still doing here?”

He didn’t turn. Still facing your wall calendar.

“Hey Doc,” he said casually, “you’re free Tuesday night, right?”

You raised a brow, stepping around him to place your coffee on your desk. “Why do you ask?”

He looked over his shoulder at you, and there it was again—that smile. Soft. Sweet. Completely unfair.

“I’ve got tickets to a new exhibition,” he said. “But I’m gonna look real lonely if I don’t have a date.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “This isn’t the 1940s, Mr. Barnes. People go alone all the time.”

He spun around and walked toward you with quiet determination, like a man on a mission.

Before you could say a word, he gently—so gently—lifted your chin with his fingertips. His touch was barely there, but it was enough to stop time.

“One night,” he murmured. “I promise it’ll be worth it. I’ll make it worth your time.”

Your breath caught. You stared at him, trying to muster some kind of resistance. Anything.

But your heart was already pounding in your ears.

You cleared your throat and stepped away, brushing invisible lint off your sleeve.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt,” you said, focusing very intently on your coffee cup. “I’ll be attending for medical purposes, of course.”

You walked briskly back behind your desk. “If that’s all, Mr. Barnes, you may leave. I’m quite busy.”

He chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying himself. He made it to the door, hand on the handle, then glanced back with a grin that could only be described as smug.

“I’ll pick you up at 6:30.”

Then he slipped out, the door clicking shut behind him.

You sat in stunned silence.

And then leaned back slowly in your chair, hands over your face as your heart thudded against your ribs.

What have I gotten myself into?

[ollypopwrites]

For "the first time" prompt: the first time Emmrich realizes he's falling for both Lucanis and Rook 🙏💕

Prompt from this post!

Thank you for encouraging my Emmrookanis brainrot. 💜💜💜 i’m not sure how i feel about this but here you go!!! Once again this written with my Rhyea Laidir in mind but Rook is pretty non-descript (she/her pronouns).

Emmrookanis

He sees the inevitable plummet first with Rook.

Simply because she’s open about her admiration, open about her attraction — unafraid to look him in the eye and tell him she likes to hear him talk. Even if he’s certain that she often has no idea what he’s talking about.

It’s far too soon, but he is familiar with that. The nature in which they are thrown together exacerbates it all. It is hard not to fall a little bit in love with someone who throws themselves in front of Darkspawn, Venatori and Antaam to make sure he doesn’t get hurt. Especially when he’s already quite smitten with her smile, her cheerful adaptability and her kindness hidden behind a jester’s grin. She’s crass, mischievous and he’s half in love with her by the time he kisses her the first time in the gardens. He does his best to temper his heart.

Lucanis is…unexpected. His attraction makes itself evident much later. Emmrich cannot pretend he never noticed how deeply attached Lucanis was to Rook. Despite how adamantly she teased and flirted, there was a brief moment of insecurity that perhaps he was the one Rook actually had intentions for.

But despite the way Lucanis clings to Rook like a shadow, she had turned to Emmrich. Let him kiss her, let him take her hand to assist her over puddles even though she’s more than capable of walking around them. Everyone has a comment to make about this new romance between the two of them, except Lucanis who seems to just linger too far ahead or behind when all three of them are out in the world together. Which is often.

It isn’t until Emmrich realizes that his favorite tea is always stocked, or that there’s a cup of it next to the pot of coffee on late nights brewed exclusively for him. Lucanis asks questions, even if he doesn’t like the answers, even if it makes him uncomfortable to hear the truth about the connection between him and Spite. The ingredients to his mother’s hazelnut torte recipe are always on hand. After a quite humiliating bout of his typical dread that had him stuck frozen in the streets of Treviso, Lucanis is nowhere to be found after but there’s a tray with tea, a slice of the desert and a flower on his desk.

Quiet, but no less sentimental, Lucanis’ affection is something to be cherished. Emmrich is half in love with him then, riddled with guilt about it, considering himself selfish for even entertaining the idea while his just as strong feelings for rook are so new in bloom.

By some stroke of unprecedented fortune, Rook simply nods her head in understanding. Admits that despite how unresponsive he has always been to her advances, there is something she can’t explain about her friendship with Lucanis. Something that dances on a razor thin edge. Something that feels inexplicably amorous. It sparks an entirely different conversation about previous relationships (something Emmrich had been quite closed off about before) and the number of partners involved.

They don’t decide to court Lucanis, he seems mostly closed off to one partner let alone two, but they glance knowingly at one another when he isn’t looking.But that was all before it happened that Lucanis fell into their bed.

Now, despite the uncertainty of what will happen once… or rather if they succeed, Emmrich is wholly incapable of taming his wild heart.

The realization is simple. Incredibly mundane.

Despite the looming threat of the apocalypse, he still has Watcher duties to attend to. When he isn’t part of the outing parties, he tries to attend to his work back at the Necropolis. But he always ends up back at the Lighthouse.

It’s one night, after the two of them have set out with Neve for Minrathous and he’s spent all day in Nevarra. By the time he makes it back the rest of the inhabitants of the Lighthouse are asleep, the library is still in solitary and quiet except for the whir of the astrolabe. When he comes through the door to the Laboratory and heads up the stairs towards his bed, Manfred wanders off to find some way to entertain himself for the evening. He’s got his coat off and put away before he notices.

He turns and stops, in the middle of unbuttoning his waistcoat. Rook is laid in his bed, eyes closed as she is pressed into Lucanis’ side. Silent, and still, Lucanis is asleep still sitting up. A coffee cup still in his hand, moments away from spilling onto Emmrich’s bedding, with his head tilted to rest atop Rook’s. There’s only a moment for Emmrich to stand in silent admiration before Lucanis’ eyes open, purple in hue and still unmoving save for his mouth, Spite using his voice to speak.

“‘Tried to wait. Stay awake. For you.’”

Emmrich’s chest feels too tight for his pounding heart. Lucanis rarely sleeps to begin with, and with a closer look both of his paramours look a little worse for wear. There’s a bruise at Rook’s jaw, a wrapped bandage around her arm that he can see she’s bleeding through slightly; Lucanis has a black eye, and a burn on his hand that is blistering, the wrap around it unraveling. They’ve come back to the Lighthouse looking worse, and so has he, but his heart aches with the knowledge they tried to keep their weary bodies awake just to see him.

He moves forward, gently takes the coffee cup from Lucanis’ hand and when he glances up, the assassin is awake, blinking and then his expression becomes soft, a smile creeping onto his lips.

“You’re late.”

“Hush, go back to sleep, darling,” Emmrich murmurs, hand coming out to caress his face with a gentle bit of healing magic to ease the way one of his eyes is partially closed due to swelling.

“Spite —“

“Will behave himself for one night,” Emmrich keeps his voice low, so as not to rouse Rook. “Won’t you?”

Lucanis’ eyes slip past Emmrich, just over his shoulder at the spirit unseen but felt beside him. ‘Me and Curiosity. Keep watch.’

“There you have it.”

Emmrich straightens out, trying not to wear the realization on his face. Unbuttons his vest, unclasps chains and sheds gold from his hands. Lucanis abandons his coffee, fingers coming out to trace lines on Rook’s face, stopping over the bruise climbing up her jawline. His focus on her is as welcome for Emmrich’s pride as it is exacerbating the problem at hand. Lucanis is achingly gentle with her, with him, when he allows himself to touch.

“How is Neve?”

“Safe, a few burns. She opted for elfroot potions.”

“We have more than enough, the two of you ought to have patched yourselves up.”

“She insisted you do it.”

“And you?”

A noncommittal shrug, eyes anywhere but on Emmrich. When he climbs into bed, heart hammering, he realizes there’s more room than there had been months ago. The Fade produced this bed, nearly identical to his own back home, in size, and firmness.

Months prior the three of them had to squeeze in, pressed too tightly together with limbs falling off edges and elbows bumping soft spots. But now, they fit comfortably together, enough room on either side of Lucanis and Emmrich; even with Rook in the middle.

The Fade had figured it out before him. Molding his space to accommodate them the way Lucanis accommodates his meals, the way Rook accommodates to soothe his fears. The Necropolis is home, has been home since he can remember, but somehow home feels less like a place than a presence. Their presence. It is what he keeps coming back for, despite not needing to.

Emmrich touches Rook’s cheek, healing away the edges of discoloration of a bruise. She takes a deep breath, blinks her eyes open a few times and closes them again. Then she’s curling into him.

“What took you so long?”

Rook’s ability to know what to say even when she has no clear indication of what her words actually mean is something to be studied. Some kind of mystical intuition that even he has no explanation for. What took him so long? Why was finding an assassin and a treasure hunter in his bed after a long day the lighting of a candle that illuminated what even the Lighthouse seemed to have known?

He could answer, find something to say, but Rook is already snoring. Lucanis is curling around her with a hand reaching to make contact with Emmrich, and he reaches back lacing their fingers together. She’s soft between them, Lucanis’ callouses scratch slightly against his hands.

Emmrich Volkarin, too romantic, too sentimental for his own good, is the last to fall asleep. Terror is typical, for him, but this conflict of fear and euphoria has him wide eyed as the night goes on.

He’s in love.

[mcrdvcks]

thank you to @cheekybarnes for the tag! :)

i've been working on a 40s!bucky x stark!reader fix-it fic. it takes place during the first avenger and after (yes, bucky doesn't fall off the train and steve isn't frozen for 70 years because i said so. so here's a little sneak peak! it was going to be a oneshot, but i fear i've wrote too much and it'll have to be split into two parts, but we'll wait and see when i actually finish it

Bucky walked around the SSR headquarters—it was filled with shelves, files, maps, weapons, people. Almost nowhere was empty. Steve had gone to talk to Howard about testing some equipment out, which left him with the current task of nothing but wandering. Bucky drifted past a row of radio sets waiting for calibration, then ducked into the quieter side corridor where storage crates turned the hallway into a maze. Voices thinned out here. At the far end, a little glass‑panel office glowed with one lonely desk lamp. You sat behind it, half‑hidden by a stack of requisition forms. Pen twirling between your fingers, you murmured numbers to yourself, cross‑checking the manifest. You didn’t notice him until the door hinge squeaked. “Didn’t peg Stark Industries for running a ghost division,” Bucky said, leaning on the frame. The pen stopped mid-spin. You looked up, blinking, before turning both ways to look beside you and behind you. "A-are you talking to me?" Bucky flashed a gentle, teasing smile, pushing off the doorframe to step further into the small office. "I don't see anyone else buried under paperwork in here. Unless you’re hiding someone."

You swallowed, glancing nervously down at the mess of forms and schematics spread before you. "N-no. No one's hiding. I'm just—I wasn't expecting—" You cleared your throat softly. "Um, sorry. Can I help you with something?" His gaze traveled thoughtfully around the cramped office, pausing briefly on the open notebook filled with scribbled equations. "Not really. Just waiting on Steve to finish up with your brother." He tilted his head slightly. "You're Howard’s sister, right?" You nodded, fingers nervously fiddling with your pen. "Yes. Y/N Stark." He stepped forward, offering his hand across the desk. "James Barnes. But everyone calls me Bucky." You hesitated, then carefully shook his hand, your palm warm against his steady, confident grip. "Nice to meet you." "Likewise." His eyes were warm, observant as he leaned casually against your desk, curiosity piqued. "So, what exactly do you do around here?" Your cheeks warmed slightly as you gestured towards your notes. "Mostly mathematics, schematics, things Howard needs for equipment. I’m… not really front-line material." He chuckled softly, the sound comforting rather than mocking. "Well, the front lines aren't exactly as fun as advertised, trust me. Schematics sound pretty good right now." You smiled shyly, relaxing a fraction. "I suppose we all want what we don’t have, right?" Bucky's gaze softened thoughtfully. "Guess you're right." He picked up a sketch gently from the desk, eyebrows raised. "Did you come up with this?" You nodded quickly, cheeks burning even warmer now. "It's just a stabilizer for—Howard needed something to keep vibrations down in engines. It's really not a big deal." He tilted the paper gently, examining it with genuine admiration. "Looks pretty important to me. You know, Steve mentioned something about you keeping Howard's stuff from blowing up." A small, embarrassed laugh escaped your lips. "Oh, well, that part is true. Howard gets carried away sometimes." Bucky grinned knowingly. "From what I’ve seen, 'carried away' might be putting it lightly." You nodded in amused agreement, finally feeling a bit more comfortable. "It's practically my second job to make sure he doesn't set the building on fire." He laughed outright, the sound easy and warm. "Sounds about right." He glanced back toward the hallway, briefly, then met your gaze again, more serious. "Hey, it’s getting pretty late. You staying here all night?" You shrugged softly, glancing back at the mess around you. "I lose track of time sometimes. There’s just always so much to do." "Well," he stood straighter, a small encouraging smile on his lips, "you should get some rest. The world won't end if Howard's next invention is late by a few hours." You ducked your head, smiling softly at your hands. "I'll keep that in mind." "Good." He tapped the desk lightly. "Maybe I'll see you around?" "Yeah," you murmured quietly, glancing up through your lashes. "Maybe." He turned with another easy grin, strolling back toward the hallway. He paused at the door, glancing over his shoulder. "It was good meeting you, Y/N." "You too, Bucky." And then he was gone, leaving your heart thudding gently, your cheeks hot, and your mind curiously lighter than before.

npt tags: @princessanglophile @rosenclaws @wchswift @buckytakethewheel @pandapetals + anyone else!

[layla4567]

If Only

Summary: You own a small esoteric shop where you sell incense, energy crystals, etc. But no one knows that you also practice alchemy and enjoy experimenting with potions. One day, a small mistake will turn your life and someone else's upside down.

Warnings: Love potion, Idiots in love(?, Fluff and corny, Inaccurate information about alchemy or tarot, English isn't my first language, No proofread, Love confession, Fem reader, Y/n use, Thunderbolts spoilers (it's been a month but just in case), The group protecting Bob, Long plot/fic

Wc: 7k (so sorry! 😭)

A/n: Yep, this is inspired by the Descendants song "If Only" (and a little bit by the movie itself). I don't know why I'm mentioning this, I think it's pretty obvious lol

Dividers credit: @rookthornesartistry and @sister-lucifer

You sat comfortably behind the mahogany counter, waiting for new customers, tapping your fingers to the rhythm of an imaginary song. Your small shop was warm and comforting, the walls made of dark wood to absorb heat and repel annoying noises. Potted thistles and pothos hung in the entrance, and every time someone opened the door, the melodic tinkling of an angel caller could be heard.

The walls were decorated with pictures of motivational quotes and dreamcatchers of all colors and sizes. Several shelves were filled with quartz, amethyst, and other crystals, as well as some Buddhas. On the floor, a large burgundy Persian rug with intricate gold and turquoise details. Anyone would have thought they were in a witch's cave. You laughed at that thought. But in truth, maybe they were right. Could alchemy be considered magic, or was it just science? You'd heard of many alchemist witches, more in stories than in real life.

If that was the case, you were more than happy to be a witch—a good one, that is. One who found gratification in helping others and experimenting with glittery liquids and powders, just for fun. That's what you were doing when the metallic sound of the angel caller caught your attention. You straightened up and looked at the door. A man with wavy brown hair wearing a blue sweatshirt and camel-colored corduroy pants walked through.

He first looked around in admiration, as if he were in an aquarium. That reaction was very common; every customer did the same thing, and you liked it. Then he settled his gaze on you, noticing your presence. He approached hesitantly, his hands in his pockets. He seemed shy, but he smiled politely and in a friendly way.

"Hello! Welcome to the house of the lady in red. What can I do for you?" you said kindly with your best smile

The man looked at you confused and before he could say anything, you sensed his question "The lady in red is a character in alchemy and has to do with tarot too" you clarified and winked at him knowingly

He let out an exclamation of understanding as he nodded several times, still smiling, then looked down at the counter, searching for something. "Well, I was looking for incense, if you have any..."

"Of course! They're right here." You then headed to a small counter with several shelves one under the other where boxes full of incense could be seen at first glance. The brown-haired man followed you and stared, mesmerized, unable to decide.

You decided to help him. "Were you looking for something in particular? I have mint, vanilla, coconut, myrrh. Which do you prefer?"

He just shrugged, giving a low, nervous laugh. "I don't really know much about these things. I don't know, whichever smells the best?"

You smiled at his lost attitude, it was sweet "Okay, let's do this, I'll give you some samples to smell and you decide which one you like best, does that sound okay?"

The man seemed relieved and smiled gratefully at your suggestion, agreeing. You handed him the incense sticks one by one, and with each sample, he gently held them to his nose and inhaled deeply with his eyes closed, letting the scent penetrate his subconscious and enjoying the soft notes of the fragrance. Finally, a little dizzy from smelling so many incense sticks, he decided on a six-pack: two mint, two jasmine, and two orange.

"Excellent choice"

You took the scented sticks and placed them in a brown paper bag with a small card inside. You sealed the bag tightly while he watched your hands working quickly but gently. With a smile, you handed him the bag.

"Do you have a stand to put the incense sticks on?" you asked suddenly.

He was perplexed by the simple but sudden question. "Uh, to be honest, no" he replied embarrassed.

"Oh, don't worry, there's a solution for that. I also sell the stands, but since it's your first purchase, you'll get it as a gift. Consider it a courtesy."

The man with dark blue eyes smiled pleased "Thank you very much, that's very kind of you."

You waved your hand as if shooing away a fly, dismissing it as unimportant. He took his wallet out of his pants and paid. You wished him a good day, and he said goodbye as he left the store. You watched him walk past the glass window to the right until he left your field of vision. That man had left a lovely feeling in your body, similar to the warmth radiated by the energy crystals in your store, only this energy knew how to speak, and he had silkier hair and softer, bluer eyes. You sincerely hoped you'd made a good impression on him and wanted to see him more often.

Bob, for his part, walked down the street, clutching the paper bag still imbued with your scent. He felt a little dizzy, and not exactly from the effects of having smelled so many incense sticks—no, that feeling had passed. But what you had caused in him, not. Your smile and your kindness had left him stunned. He'd met many people in his life, but hardly any as polite and kind as you, especially to a stranger like him.

When he arrived at the tower by the elevator that stopped at the top floor his friends were already waiting for him there, gathered, watching a large screen that showed outer space.

"Zoom in progressively to the top left corner," Yelena ordered an artificial intelligence.

On the screen you could see a supernova but not much else.

"Okay, it seems there is no news" bucky said

At that moment Bob walked closer to them, he was so quiet that almost no one noticed his presence, it wasn't until Alexei greeted him shouting "Hey! Bob, man! What do you have there? Lunch?"

Yelena and Bucky turned to look at him and now all eyes were on him, Bob felt a little self-conscious and gulped "Uhm no, no. It's just a couple of incense sticks, I thought it would be a good idea to make the tower smell nice"

Everyone looked at him in amazement and Yelena made an indifferent face "Fine, as long as you don't choke us with the smoke"

"Oh, don't worry, I'll put one in my room to start with."

And with that, he headed to his room while the others continued with their tasks. Suddenly, Alexei became thoughtful.

"Wait, he didn't mean me, did he? I know I sometimes clog the toilet, but..."

Ava looked at him with the best disgusted face she could muster.

- - - - - - - - - - -

In his room, Bob grabbed a lighter and lit the orange incense, placing it in the holder you had given him. Immediately, the entire room was filled with a pleasant, sweet, citrusy scent. Bob closed his eyes and let the perfume fill his lungs, smiling contentedly. The smell reminded him of summer afternoons, fruit salads, and fields. He could almost taste the orange on his palate. In a good mood, he began to take out the other incense sticks to organize and store them when his fingers touched something at the bottom of the paper bag. When he took it out, he realized it was the card you had put inside. It read the name of your store, adorned with drawings of laurels entangled with roses, and underneath, a dedication.

《Thank you for shopping at "The House of the Lady in Red" Please come back soon, I love having you here!》

XOXO

Bob read and reread the card several times. He told himself that the card and those words on it were simply a form of good manners and part of your work ethic, and that you gave them to each of your clients. But for some reason, they felt personal to him, as if you had dedicated them specifically to him and no one else.

The blue-eyed brown-haired man took this as an invitation to return to your shop with the excuse of buying more incense or something else. Although he would soon run out of excuses, he didn't care; as long as he saw you again, he would invent anything.

The days passed, and Bob always excused himself from the tower to go buy more incense (even though he still had plenty). The group complained every time he went out.

"You ran out so fast? You just bought a dozen two days ago!" John yelled

"Yeah, and the smoke's starting to make my eyes sting and I cough!" Said Ava

"And I think I developed a mild allergy to the smell of roses" Bucky sneezed.

Each teammate said something against Bob's purchases, but he ignored them and headed out to your shop. You were already sorting through some crystals and replacing pendulums, secretly longing to see that handsome man from the other day again. So far, only an old woman with a noisy poodle and some curious teenagers had appeared through that door, but there was no sign of the brown-haired man.

Suddenly, out of your peripheral vision, you saw him approaching through the window, his eyes on his shoes. In your impatience, you almost dropped a tiger's eye crystal, which you caught before it hit the floor. As he entered, this time, his gaze fell directly on you, and his smile widened. You immediately felt your heart flutter, unable to stop it.

"Good morning, how nice to have you back here" you said without thinking

Her face flinched slightly with a pink blush and you realized that what you said might have sounded too kind, you bit your tongue and quickly added "What are you going to buy today?" you said still smiling

"Incense, again" he laughed.

Oh, what a sweet laugh! It could have made a baby smile. You nodded and headed to the sideboard, and he followed you like last time, even though it wasn't necessary since he already knew where things were. Lately, he discovered he loved being around you.

"Can I recommend a new one today?" you asked politely.

He nodded vigorously. "Yes, please."

You returned to the counter and pulled a large box of new incense out of a drawer. You thrust three into his hand. "These just arrived today; they're lemon, sandalwood, and linden. The last two are very good for clearing bad energies."

You waited patiently for him to finish smelling them and then with a shy smile on the side, he replied, "Then I'll take those, I trust you."

You smiled, pleased with his confidence in you. You put everything back in the same brown paper bag as before, and when you placed the card inside, he pointed at it. "I really like the card.."

"Really? Thanks! It's handmade!" you said with enthusiasm and joy since no one had noticed until now.

"Oh then you have very nice handwriting" he said slowly

You blushed slightly, looking down and smiling as you shrugged and thanked him. Bob thought it was cute that he was able to make you blush for the first time and how your cheeks looked like apples. You said goodbye, and both of you spent the afternoon thinking about each other.

The days passed, and his visits became more frequent, so much so that you already knew what he was going to buy and always asked, "The same as always?" Although sometimes you recommended buying something else, not because you wanted to get more money from him, but because you both realized that the excuse of visiting you to buy more incense no longer held water.

Even those in the tower were starting to get suspicious. It was unusual for Bob to go out so much, since he'd often made it clear he preferred to stay inside. So that only meant one thing: he'd met someone.

"Who is it? Come on tell me!, who is it?"

Suddenly, Bob's private life became a topic of conversation in the tower, and every time they asked him about it, he covered his ears in shock and went to his room, huffing and puffing in irritation. Bob didn't want to talk to them about you; he'd only earn the others' ridicule, and even if it wasn't with bad intentions, he knew they wouldn't leave him alone for a few weeks. When he lay down on his bed, exhausted, the memory of when he dared to ask you your name crossed his mind. He felt it like a great achievement, a step forward.

He fiddled with his fingers more nervously than usual as he watched you put a deck of tarot cards in your bag. Bob didn't know what to buy anymore to keep seeing you, so he had the stupid idea of ​​​​hesitantly choosing a deck of tarot cards. What did he need them for? He had no idea how to use them, he had been a fool. But you patiently and lovingly taught him everything he needed to know.

"They're a form of divination; you simply shuffle the deck, ask a question, and pick a card. Depending on what comes up, you'll interpret it based on your question. The deck comes with instructions, though."

He nodded, trying to pay attention to your explanation, but you noticed his gaze was lost. When he was about to leave he swallowed and scratched his forehead, closing his eyes. "Hey, sorry to ask, but what's your name?"

You definitely weren't expecting that question but it didn't surprise you "Y/n, and yours?"

"Bob, I mean Robert, but you can call me Bob!"

You smiled "Alright, see you Bob"

Bob thought that day that your name was as beautiful as your person and that it suited you perfectly. Meanwhile, you were in the back of your shop, which served as an alchemy workshop. On the large table were funnels, thin, elongated flasks, and a small black cauldron where a fuchsia liquid was boiling. Fat bubbles slowly and thickly broke on the surface. You stood up, taking a grimoire-like recipe book from your library. There you had written down a bunch of potions you had successfully experimented with, along with their respective ingredients.

Potions to cure the flu, potions that make you always tell the truth, etc. Everything was written down there. But today you decided to create something new. You still didn't know what it would be or what it would be for, but it was all trial and error. You took a pair of tweezers and grabbed crushed bay leaves from a jar and added them to the cauldron. You did the same with four drops of seawater, a spoonful of honey, and other ingredients. But every now and then your mind wandered to memories of Bob's visits to your shop, or his face floated into your consciousness. Distracted by these thoughts, you accidentally spilled a small bottle of rosewater. You gasped and uttered a small curse under your breath. Well, you were experimenting anyway; you just hoped it wouldn't upset the mixture too much. Suddenly, the liquid began to change color, from pink to fiery red and then to a bluish violet. It looked like a kaleidoscope of colors. You leaned closer to take a closer look, and when you did, a small explosion erupted from inside, filling everything with white, glittery smoke. How strange.

Now the air had a woody smell, a mixture of musk and honey. You hoped you wouldn't have an allergic reaction or any symptoms from inhaling that smoke. You added the new potion to a small, square bottle with an eyedropper and examined it closely. It was a bright violet, and when you shook it, golden and pink sparkles swirled around slowly and ethereally, resembling a galaxy.

"Okay, now have to test it."

You put a cork in the bottle's cap and slipped it into your jacket pocket. You didn't label it because you didn't yet know what it would be used for; you were thinking about who to use the potion for. You couldn't drink it because if it caused any untoward side effects, you might not be able to remedy them immediately. For example, if your hands developed blisters, you wouldn't be able to handle the most delicate alchemical objects. And if you developed three tails? How would you serve customers like that? No, it's better not to even think about it.

What if... maybe? No, no, too risky, you'd never forgive yourself for it. But... you had to try it on someone, and who better than Bob? Of course you couldn't tell him, you'd have to make up any excuse, anyway the effects were never that serious, nothing you couldn't solve.

So the next day it was no surprise when you saw Bob with his big smile and his eyes fixed on you when he passed through that door, you were already expecting him.

"Hi!" He said timidly

"Hi" you replied smiling

"I think you know what I'm buying today," he laughed softly.

You laughed, but you felt nervous. You had the little bottle of potion in your pocket, and your fingers nervously brushed the cold packaging. You bit your lip, considering what you were going to say.

"Listen uh, I was thinking about selling new products in the store, and I've been experimenting with concoctions. Nothing too complicated..."

You noticed Bob looking at you confused so you hurried to take the bottle out of your pocket "Look, it's for drinking, it's like a detox, it's good for the kidneys" you lied a little blushing

He took the little bottle and examined it carefully. "What a beautiful color!" he exclaimed, dazzled, seeing the small galaxy inside the liquid.

"It's edible food coloring and glitter." You felt bad lying so blatantly, especially to someone as good as Bob, but in this case the truth would be worse.

He was about to put it away to drink later when you stopped him a little abruptly. "Would you mind drinking it now? It's a new product and I want to know what it tastes like since I haven't been able to drink it myself yet."

"Sure" he shrugged

He uncapped the bottle and drank it in one gulp. At first, he wrinkled his nose and pursed his lips slightly. "It's a little sour."

You wanted the earth to swallow you up as you grimaced at his annoyed expression, but then his features softened and a small, sideways smile formed on his mouth until it widened. "Oh now it's sweet, very sweet! And I feel a tickle behind the roof of my mouth," he giggled.

You sighed in relief and smiled. Bob wanted to give you back the bottle, but you insisted he keep it and also assured him that you didn't need to pay him anything.

"And Bob.. you no longer need to keep coming to buy incense, you can simply visit me whenever you want for no reason or just to talk to me about your day" you said with surprising affection and gentleness

The brown-haired man looked at you in astonishment but then his eyes softened.

"Besides, I dare say you have a room full of them." You laughed

He imitated you, "Good thing you said that, my friends were already starting to hate me."

Laughter filled the place and then Bob (this time without buying anything) said goodbye to you. He was walking calmly through the streets when, unintentionally, the image of your face stuck in his mind. It was nothing new, but the closer he got to the Watchtower, the harder it was to stop thinking about you. His thoughts were more intense than usual; he began to remember small details, like the way your eyes shone when the sun hit them, how the corner of your lips slowly curved upwards in a smile, the way your fingers moved, sliding on the surface of the counter, and your nails scratching the wood.

When Bob entered the main room he looked so stunned that the others thought something bad had happened to him.

"Bob are you ok?" Bucky said a bit scared and worried

He just nodded, unable to meet anyone's gaze.

"And what happened to the incense this time?" Ava asked.

"Uhh.. they ran out of stock" and after saying this Bob fled to his room before the perplexed gaze of everyone

The brown-haired man abruptly closed the door behind him and leaned back against the wood, sliding slowly until he fell into a sitting position. He looked slightly agitated, as if he had run a marathon, and his face was flushed. A hellish heat rose up his neck, and his stomach felt tickly like the fluttering of hundreds of butterflies. What was wrong with him? Frightened, he put his hand to his forehead, thinking he had a fever, but no, he was fine; at least he wasn't sick. But something was wrong with him. Had he eaten something bad? He wasn't sure.

But despite those annoying symptoms, deep down, he felt a great joy every time he thought of you, as if he were capable of doing anything. Your face invaded his mind again, and suddenly he began to laugh with happiness. At first, it was a soft, airy chuckle, and little by little, it grew into a real belly laugh of joy. Bob couldn't stop, but after a minute, he stopped and became serious again. Something was definitely not right with him.

The following days were an epic journey in the tower and in the lives of everyone around Bob (including himself). He seemed more distracted than usual; whenever someone spoke to him, he would focus his gaze on a fixed point, lost in thought, paying no attention to anything else. Occasionally, in this state, he would let a shy smile appear on the side, and it wasn't until someone snapped their fingers in front of him that Bob would come out of his trance and ask what had happened. But his attention lasted only a few seconds because his gaze would once again wander off into some point on the horizon.

Sometimes he was seen wandering the halls like a zombie, with an erratic and gloomy gait. Other times he sighed so deeply it seemed as if he wanted to test whether he could blow objects away. The other members of the team believed the void wanted to come out again and that Bob was having a bad time again, but nothing could be further from the truth. Bob felt like he was on cloud nine, but he had a strange way of showing it.

"Hey man, are you alright?" Walker asked, genuinely concerned.

Bob shook his head and looked at him as if he was seeing him for the first time, not quite understanding the question "Yes, why?"

But it didn't end there. His visits to your shop became more frequent, and the blue-eyed man was becoming increasingly affectionate with you. His eye contact was prolonged, the touch of his hand against yours was more brazen, and the compliments poured from his tongue like a torrent. You only thought he was beginning to feel comfortable, and in part because you let him know he could come see you as often as he wanted. But when Bob arrived back at the tower, it was a different story. He talked about you all day long, which was strange since he'd never been that talkative.

"She's very kind and has very beautiful hair, she also smells very nice. And her skin looks so soft..." he said, sighing with love.

The others couldn't help but look at him suspiciously, the only one laughing was Alexei clearly understanding what was happening

"Oh come on guys! Our Bob is clearly in love, in fact he's over heels"

"We've never seen him like this before" Bucky said, crossing his arms.

"Well to be fair we never saw him in love" Ava said

Yelena shook her head, agreeing with Bucky: something was strange with Bob. And they all agreed that from that day on, they would keep a close eye on him. And so it was. Every time they were near him, they asked him specific questions about this person, and he would start talking nonstop while Yelena wrote down all the strange symptoms in a notebook. They even noticed that Bob's body was getting slightly warm, as if he had a fever. Alexei noticed this one day when he touched Bob's arm and noticed it was hot.

"Okay, enough, I think we have enough evidence to suspect that Bob is not well," Yelena said sharply.

"Do you think so? I still think he's just yearning for this unknown person.." Walker said, shrugging

"Oh really? And how do you explain the sudden fever in his body? And how sometimes he breathes fast as if he's been running, huh?

To calm the waters and avoid an argument, Bucky raised his voice. "Even if Yelena has a point, we still need more conclusive evidence. While I also believe Bob has something, what we have isn't much."

The blonde huffed, putting her hands on her hips. She hated to admit it, but he was right. What other proof could they get? They sat there mulling over a plan for several minutes when suddenly, Yelena's eagle-eyed gaze noticed a small object on the ground.

"Wait, what is that?" she said pointing at something

The Russian woman trotted behind the sofa and picked something up from the floor. As she held it up for a closer look, everyone noticed it was a glass jar with a cork, no bigger than the palm of her hand and slightly square in shape. She joined the others to look at the object more closely. They all inspected it critically. She uncorked the jar, and even though it was empty, a strong smell of various spices filled everyone's nose. It was so strong that everyone closed their eyes and wrinkled their noses.

"Geez, it smells as strong as Bob's damn incense sticks" Bucky said, covering his already tickly nose.

Click. Now Yelena understood. Bob had started acting strange after returning from the store that time, and that time without buying anything. She shared her theory, and everyone agreed.

"This was the proof we were missing, we have to analyze the bottle" Ava said.

Upon reaching the room, they placed the corked vial into a small, round machine and closed the lid. There were still a few drops of contents inside, which needles began to suck out, while data and files began to load on a screen nearby. The ingredients were displayed before them: honey, rose water, etc. Nothing out of the ordinary. But when they finished loading the data and the machine described the liquid, everyone gasped.

《LOVE POTION》

The only one who laughed amusedly was Alexei, again. "I knew it! Someone has Bob wrapped around their finger. Ha ha!"

Everyone looked at him angrily and he shrugged. Yelena rolled her eyes.

"Can you be serious for once? This is bad, dad."

"Why? Isn't it good that Bob found love? he asked, genuinely confused.

"But not like this! Love can't be forced, Alexei..." Bucky said

"What we have to do now is locate that person and settle a couple of scores" John said threateningly.

They started searching the internet for all the esoteric shops in the area, which in fact weren't many. Two of them had closed permanently, leaving only one left, a couple of blocks away from the building. They all got into Yelena's father's limo and headed there. They were trying to discuss a logical plan.

"We can't all rush in like the army, okay? We'll just scare her off"

"I wouldn't mind doing it, she messed with Bob, now she'll mess with us."

"Maybe she didn't mean any harm!"

Discussion follows discussion, they arrived at the store. It had a sign that said open. The facade was pretty, a large red and white striped awning covered the entrance where various vines and creepers hung.

"It looks like a grandmother's house," Ava said with disgust.

Yelena turned to see her group. "Alright, I'll go in first, okay? And if things get ugly, I'll signal you from inside to come in."

"Wait, wait, why do you have to come in?" Walker complained.

"Uh maybe because I'm the leader, duh?"

"Oh yeah? And who decided that?" Ava confronted her.

"It was literally Valentina, come on Ava don't start now.."

And before anyone else could say anything, Yelena quickly entered the store, leaving the others to grumble. Upon entering, the blonde expected to see someone standing there with a shy or unfriendly expression, but she was surprised to see your sweet face crowned with a friendly smile. The blonde began to doubt whether it was you who had really put Bob under that spell. She approached the counter slowly, looking around with feigned curiosity.

"Good morning and welcome to the house of the lady in red, how can I help you today?"

Yelena thought your kindness was over-rehearsed and felt a little nauseous at how polite you were. She was about to open her mouth, but suddenly the door swung open violently, and John, Bucky, Alexei, and Ava burst into the store, arguing, of course.

"I told you we had to wait for her signal!!"

"I don't give a fuck, I wasn't going to wait out there for two hours!"

Yelena closed her eyes and sighed "сукины дети" (motherfuckers)

You jumped slightly, feeling uncomfortable with so many eyes on you. The shortest of the group turned to the others and raised her hand in a signal to stop, then turned to you. "Listen, we're looking for the owner of this. Do you have any ideas?" she said, taking out the empty vial.

Your smile faded as you stared at the bottle, your face paled, and your features turned deadly serious. Had something bad happened to Bob? You prayed it hadn't. Everyone was waiting for your answer, analyzing your movements. You swallowed nervously. "N-no, I don't know who it belongs to, why?"

You wanted to sound confident, but your nerves betrayed you, and your voice came out choked and shaky. The group looked at each other, and you felt nauseous; you felt like a prisoner about to be shot.

"You're not good at lying, you know? It'll be better for everyone if you tell us the truth." said the man with the metal arm

You paused for a moment, staring at him, and then you realized. You looked at each of them. They were the New Avengers! Of course, how could you have missed it before? But wait, Bob's friends were the New Avengers!? Okay, now you were in serious trouble.

"Wait I know you.. yo are the New Avengers!"

"Don't try to change the subject, tell us where you got this and what you did with Bob or else-!"

"Walker!"

The US agent's words were interrupted by Bucky's bark, which he reluctantly restrained himself from. You looked at everyone in fear; you definitely didn't like that John Walker. Yelenante looked at you, trying to calm things down. "Just tell us everything you know. We promise there won't be any consequences for you. We just want to help Bob."

"Is-is he alright?" You asked worried

"Not really, he's always sighing and talking about you, he says he feels like he's on cloud nine when you look at him," said the brown-haired girl known as Ghost.

Yelena continued. "We analyzed the sample from the bottle and concluded it's a love potion." Her words hit you like a bucket of cold water. What had you done?

The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place, which was why Bob was more affectionate than usual. You covered your mouth, completely horrified. Yelena asked, "Do you have any experience with magic or potions?"

You nodded slowly "Yeah... well I don't consider myself a witch.. I just like working with alchemy, you know, mixing chemicals and stuff" Then as if you had hit the wall of reality you covered your face and said anguished "Oh my God I'm so sorry!! I swear I didn't mean for any of this to happen! I didn't mean to cause any trouble and especially not for Bob!!"

"I don't believe her" John whispered, earning an elbow from Ava.

Alexei took pity on you. "Hey kid, it's okay! Just help us solve this."

"I promise to investigate and do everything possible to reverse this" you nodded vigorously

Everyone was satisfied and left through the door, except for Yelena who placed a hand on yours and said in a low voice "Hey, I really think you're a good person, and Bob thinks so too, please don't lose him."

When she left, you pondered her words. Were you really important to Bob? But it was only because of that stupid potion, right? When it was time to close your shop, you ran to your workshop and desperately searched your entire library for books on love potions, but you found nothing. You had to turn to the internet and an alchemy and witches forum. You searched: love potions, symptoms, and cure. To your horror, you discovered that the ingredients were the same ones you'd used, and rosewater was the most important and key.

Rose water? Something clicked in your mind. Yes, you remembered that time, when you accidentally dropped that bottle because you were thinking about Bob. You quickly read the description of this ingredient.

《Since ancient times, the rose has been considered a symbol of beauty and love. Many legends and stories point to the rose as a symbol of eternal love》.

"Oh come on! Damn it!"

You quickly searched for the cure for this disaster, but as you continued reading, your mood didn't improve. The cure for a love potion was...a kiss of love, of course. A kiss of true love.

"You're fucking kidding me..."

You clutched your head in despair, regretting the day you'd ever wanted to learn alchemy. You swore under your breath, wishing you could disappear. Yeah, maybe that was for the best; you'd move far away, close your shop as if you'd never existed. But you couldn't do that. How stupid was that? It would only make things worse. You sat there, defeated, feeling the weight of the world on your body. How the hell would you explain this to Bob?

. . . . . .

Meanwhile, in the tower, the group exited the elevator, pensive. Bob was already in the lobby. "Where the hell were you? I've been waiting for you all day!"

"Settling scores with someone"

Bucky glared at John, "You don't know when to shut up, do you?"

"what did he mean?"

"Nothing, Bob. Just a last-minute mission"

Bob looked at Yelena frowning "I know when you're lying, tell me the truth"

Everyone sighed and Bucky took charge of explaining everything, Bob looked at him perplexed and a little annoyed "Have you gone crazy? You went to harass someone just because of that?!"

"Didn't you hear what we said? She put a spell on you! Besides, it wasn't harassment.."

Bob raised his hands to the heavens, gathering patience so as not to lose his temper. "I'm a grown man now, I don't need to be babysat! And I didn't need you to butt into my business!"

"Hey, we just wanted to make sure you were okay. We're worried about you."

"Well, you see. I'm perfectly fine."

Bob stormed off to his room, slamming the door shut, leaving his friends alone in the living room in an awkward silence. Inside, Bob threw himself onto his bed, grumbling. Love potion, ha! Yeah, right. He didn't want to even imagine such nonsense; he didn't believe you were capable of doing something like that to him. But doubts began to creep in. What if they were right? What if all those symptoms and ailments really weren't due to an illness, but to your potion? Just thinking about it made Bob feel betrayed and hurt. But he knew perfectly well that you didn't have any bad intentions, and even though his friends had made it clear to him, he'd already sensed it beforehand.

The next day, Bob wanted to clear up that stupid matter once and for all. With a confidence he'd never seen before, he walked into your store. He tried to remain firm and imperturbable, but as soon as he saw you, it was as if his body had dissolved into jelly. His serious expression softened, and his tense body relaxed with a sigh. Despite your smile (this time sadder than usual), he noticed your nervousness. Bob approached you hesitantly. The two of you stood there staring at each other, looking like shy, hormonal teenagers about to confess.

"Uh hello again..." you said awkwardly, avoiding his eyes.

He didn't quite understand why, and suspicions began to swirl inside him. Before he could speak, she blurted out, "I think I know why you're here, and I'm glad you do because I have something to tell you..."

He just looked at her, listening intently with his heart in his hand. "Remember that bottle I gave you a few weeks ago, that was supposedly a detox? Well... I lied." You bit your lip, embarrassed. "You see, I like experimenting with potions. I think you've noticed that my shop is heavily related to alchemy. I was creating a potion recently, but at first, I didn't know what it was for! It was when I gave it to you to try, and well, you know the rest... I'm sorry, it was a love potion. But I swear I didn't know that until yesterday!"

Your face was red with embarrassment and Bob noticed the regret in your voice. Despite all of that, he couldn't get mad at you. On the contrary, he still thought your blushing face was cute. "They visited you yesterday, didn't they?" he simply asked, referring to the New Avengers.

You nodded slowly "But that's not the worst of it... I've checked the cure for this potion, luckily there is one but..." you stopped, you didn't want to tell him

"But..?" He invited you to continue, moving a little closer to the counter, resting his hands on the wood.

"It's just... ugh. The cure is... a kiss of love," you said in such a low voice that you thought he hadn't heard you, but he did.

And now he looked at you, perplexed, now he was the one blushing. You covered your eyes and quickly said, "This is crazy, I know, right? I'm sorry, I know this is awkward. I promise to find another solution!"

He shook his head a few times and touched your arm. You flinched. "No, no, it's okay." Bob cleared his throat nervously. "I mean, if there's no other option... it's not a problem."

Now Bob didn't dare look at you because if he did, he'd start sweating and his blushing would increase. You pushed away from the counter and stood in front of him, noticing he was taller than you. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

He nodded vigorously and dared to look at you, his eyes glassy. Your lower lip trembled slightly, and you stared at your hands, unsure of what to do. "C-could you close your eyes... please?"

He did so and took a deep breath. You stared at him for a few seconds. He was standing there in front of you, his face so far away yet so close at the same time, all it took was a movement to close the gap. You stood on your toes and placed your hands on his shoulders. He trembled slightly at your touch. Your eyes stayed fixed on his lips, hesitating. You looked back at his eyes, making sure they were closed, and slid your gaze back to his closed mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as if you were about to be hit, and gently placed your lips on his. Bob almost opened his eyes in surprise, but he simply raised his eyebrows and held back a moan. At first, it was a light touch that you didn't intend to prolong, but the longer you remained like that, the more you realized how warm and comforting the sensation was. His soft lips parted slightly, giving you room to deepen the kiss. Their faces relaxed, as did their bodies, and Bob placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. Neither of them sped up their pace; it was a kiss as tender and sweet as morning dew that it wasn't intend anything else, nothing lascivious, just pure love.

You broke the magic and moved only a few inches away, your gaze on his lips. When you looked up, he was already looking into your eyes, smiling. You didn't want to part; you could stay in his arms forever.

"Well, it wasn't bad," you said, laughing shyly. "Are you feeling better?"

Bob's eyes expressed a genuine love, never seen before "I've never been better"

You looked at him, smiling a little confused. "You know, I don't think the potion had that much of an effect on me. I mean, I did feel a little different, but I think I always felt the same way about you. And it all started the moment I met you."

Your breath caught in your throat. "You mean..."

"Yes, I didn't want to admit it, but the more I denied it, the stronger it became. I think the potion only intensified what was already there."

You wanted to be pinched, but if it was a dream, you didn't want to wake up because it was too beautiful to be true. You didn't know how long you stood there staring at him in shock, saying nothing. Bob laughed softly.

"Don't worry, you don't have to say anything. I understand if it's not reciprocated, it's just that..-"

You shook your head vigorously, as if trying to get those misconceptions out of his head, and you kissed him again, interrupting him, this time more intensely. With your hands on his neck, Bob kissed you back, hugging your back, and you smiled against his lips.

From that day on you understood that there is no greater magic than true love, because it is capable of breaking invisible barriers and uniting two hearts into one.

Okay, this was really fun to write 🤭, and I'm sorry if it was really long, my hand started writing by itself. Lmao

[thatoneangel222]

finally - t. fushiguro

fluffy aftercare to repent for the sin that was my last post </3 actually tho people seemed to love it which is superrrrr encouraging and I plan on writing for a bunch of different characters from a bunch of different shows and movies so stay tuned!! :p

kind of a pt 2. to a previous work but totally can be read as a standalone, lowercase intended, and @kodaswrld for the bow divider!!

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“baddie! baddie! shot o’clock!!” 

the sound of the notorious girls fills the bedroom where the balcony doors are open, letting in the gentle breeze of the summer night and letting out the smoke of your shared joint. your head is laid against’s toji’s shoulder, pink bonnet on and face finally cleared of your ruined makeup among… other things after your steaming hot shower. toji had slipped into the bathroom, leaving one of his shirts and a pair of boxers for you to wear when you got out, opting for a pair of boxers and a tank top himself, before quickly changing the sheets for the two of you to relax in after. 

here you were now, your warm body practically draped over his with your legs entangled, your chests pressed together, and your head laid on his shoulder as baddies africa plays on the screen of your tv. one of his strong arms lies on your lower back, holding you close with a hand resting on your butt while the other holds the joint away from you, careful not to let the ash fall onto your bare skin. you sit up again, hand sliding down his arm to his hand to softly take the joint with a lot more contact than necessary and he eyes you knowingly causing you to look back towards the tv with an innocent grin. 

“haven’t you seen this already?” he murmurs softly as he shifts to sit up too, still keeping you in his lap. you smack your lips quietly, taking a drag from the j before jumping into your explanation for the billionth time “so no- basically each season brings in new girls but keeps some from the last season which is probably why you think i have seen this season but really i'm just trying to catch up on the…” and suddenly you’re knee deep in a baddies discussion and to be quite frank toji honestly couldn’t care less about natalie’s nuns and he never knew you hated summertime so much but he’s nodding along because he loves to hear your voice. 

whether it’s talking about silly things like reality television or celebrity drama, toji enjoyed the rare moments like this where you didn’t have to rush through conversations before you had to get back to work or he had to tend to your son. he loves especially though when you’re nagging away at him, chewing him out for whatever he did this time and before you know it his mind drifts back to the earlier hours of the day. your spoiled date, the awkward car ride, your sharp tone when the two of you got home, the cute pout on your face when you’re mad, your legs folded up next to your head, the face you made when you finally forgave him, the feeling of you stretched around him, god-

“shit! im sorry, baby!” your worried voice cuts through the haze.

he snaps back into reality, quickly doing a once over of you with sharp eyes to see where you’re hurt before it hits that it’s him instead. you’re brushing the hot ash off his shoulder as quickly as your soft hand can move and a laugh is rumbling through his chest before he can help it. “didn’t mean to! it just fell off-” you’re trying to explain sheepishly and the look on your face only makes him laugh harder, taking the joint and setting it on the ashtray gently. 

“you gonna kiss it better doll?” he asks with a grin and his bicep is wrapping around the back of your neck pulling your face inches from his own. you’re giggling like a teenager, bracing your hands on his chest before turning your head to peck your lips against his shoulder. “better?” you ask sweetly, smiling harder when he nods his head. “crybaby…” you mutter as you lay back on his shoulder, squealing with laughter when his hands immediately move across your plush hips, tickling you suddenly. “says you” he utters back, throwing his head back in laughter when your jaw drops dramatically and you smack his chest playfully, laughter bubbling from you as well. 

—

it’s late now, definitely too late for the two of you to still be awake. imagine toji’s surprise when he looks down to tell you just that and you’re already fast asleep against his chest. your bonnet has started to slip off and he knows that no matter how many times you try the garment is bound to fall off in your sleep, but he fixes it anyway. he reaches out to turn off the lamp on your nightstand and then his arms are wrapping around you once more, pulling you into his chest and getting comfortable, his head quickly finding your pillow. with you safe in his arms, nobody has to know that toji fights sleep just a bit longer to finish the episode of baddies playing quietly on the tv. 

“hm” he hums to himself thoughtfully, “gotta tell her they took a trip to scotland.”

how I felt writing this

[toasttt11]

ejected

March 28, 2025

Allison skated over to Luke who was leaning on the boards facing the bench after he warmed up a bit. He had missed practiced this morning because of an injury he’s been dealing with.

Devils were close to the clinching a spot in the playoffs and they didn’t want to worsen Luke’s injury.

“Not a 100%.” Allison stated knowingly as she could read his face well enough, he could play through the injury but they aren’t at place where he needs to worsen anything not yet.

Luke nodded softly not even blinking at how easily Allison understood.

“Then get off the ice Moose.” Allison said firmly knowing he has the option and the coaches don’t want him doing more damage.

“You’ll be aright?” Luke looked a bit worried as Allison has never played a game without Jack or him and it did made him a bit uneasy leaving his nineteen year old sister on the NHL alone even if it also made him proud.

“I’ll be fine.” Allison reassured even if it’s gonna be weird without Jack and Luke as it has been a bit now since she hasn’t played with one of them. but she would be fine.

“Okay.” Luke agreed and gave Allison a pat on her shoulders and got off the ice heading down the tunnel to get out of his equipment.

Allison wiggled her shoulders out biting her lip feeling the tightness in her collarbone from the bad fall in the Canucks game. She had probably the worse bruise she has ever had in she collarbone and it was very tight and tender.

“You ready?” Nico tapped his stick to her shins knowing this is her first NHL game with out Jack and Luke.

“Definitely. It will be nice to be the only Hughes on the ice.” Allison teased with a mischievous smirk making Nico just laugh shaking his head.

“I can agree to that.” Timo piped up with a very serous look and smirk as he skated over to his two line mates.

Allison snorted at his comment as Nico looked half exasperated at Timo.

Allison groaned as the Jets scored their third goal in the second period. The Devils were not doing great and were down 0-3.

Allison was in a shift towards the end of the second and had passed the puck behind the back of net to Nico and once she passed there was suddenly a stick shoved in front of her feet tangling with skate making her trip and fall into a Jet’s player both of them falling into the boards.

Allison huffed as she stood back up and winced feeling her bruise on her collarbone throb from falling again she was barley back up for a couple of seconds before got shoved from behind by the player she fell on.

“Really?” Allison spun around giving the older player a deadpan look. She literally got tripped and fell into him, she didn’t shove him into the boards and just accidentally fall down too.

Timo came over and shoved the player away before he could shove Allison again.

“What the hell.” Allison’s jaw dropped at the referee handing out penalties and she got a boarding penalty for getting tripped and then falling into the player.

“Oh come on!” Timo protested looking angry at the call.

“Ejected?” Allison scoffed annoyed as she was told to leave the ice for the rest of the period and the rest of the game.

Nico was arguing with the referee who didn’t care and just skated away from Nico.

Allison grabbed her gloves tossing them to the floor annoyed but making sure they landed no where near anyone and were easy for the staff to pick up as she hurried down the tunnel.

Allison gently tossed his helmet in her stall groaning out, “Fuck.” Allison cursed running hand through her hair.

She has never had such a bad call against her. The player who tripped her didn’t even get a penalty but she got a boarding and an ejection.

Allison shook her head and got into the shower during the second intermission.

Allison came back out ringing her hair out and saw Luke sitting her stall with a small grin, “Not right now Luke.” Allison muttered sounding annoyed still especially seeing the Devils not down 0-4.

“That was a shit call.” Luke told her ignoring her words, “But woah two Hughes with boston ejections in a season so far that’s a record.” He teased as she reached over him grabbing her hairbrush and gave him an annoyed look.

“I will smack you.” Allison quickly muttered seeing Luke opening his mouth again, she knew he was channeling his Jack and being annoying on purpose.

“You’re no fun.” Luke gave her a pout and moved over to Jesper’s stall as she shoved him but of her stall so she could sit and slip her boots back on.

“Oh well.” Allison quipped back with an eye roll.

“It was a bad call.” Luke gave her a soft nudge and softened his voice.

Allison let out breath and slowly nodded, “Yeah.”

Luke rested his head on her shoulder as they waited for the team to finish the game.

Allison couldn’t wait to leave Winnipeg.

[queenofshenanigans]

Steve: from now on we'll be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One.

Nancy, code name Been There Done That (he dodges the book she throws at him).

Eddie is Currently Doing That (they high five).

Argyle is It Happened Once In A Dream. (Argyle gives him a knowing nod)

Jonathan code name: If I Had To Pick A Different Nerd (Jon looks equal parts touched and confused).

Robin is - Eagle Two

Robin: Thank God

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

And for the holidays I give you memes! Memes everywhere!

I hope that all of you are having a wonderful time, but if not, I at least hope these silly doodles brought you a little joy!

I'm going to keep this short and sweet today, so to round this of: These doodles are based off of the fanfic Apex Polarity, which is written by the lovely @naffeclipse and Eclipse' design is based off of @themeeplord 's fantastic design!

And as a bonus, you will find an alteration and a bunch of Yeti slogans/puns under the cut:

and if you're wondering why I made so many gd yeti puns, it was for michael's mug. You gotta have some fitting and funny slogan for all mugs. Btw If any of you know some good yeti slogans and/or puns, please call me, I've been struggling.

Michael; local cryptid believer, but not cryptid enjoyer

Vanessa; POLAR BEARS

Eclipse; I'm having the best time of my life! :D

Y/n; I'm having A TIME :')

[smittyw]

my finished piece for the limelight agape oc zine!!

(organized by @/baovihnim on insta!)

ive been holding off on this one for a while now and im so excited to see it in print.. everyones art is so GORJUSSS im honored to be part of it ^_^ and repping weird long term codependent friendship no less!! oh yeah!!!! oh yes siree!!

[tiredseverin]

it's him! it's the gappy and vacant! <3

[mushymushhh]

You’re on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of the cabin is a Princess.

You’re here to slay him.

If you don’t, it will be the end of the world.

[crimsonshadesblog]

Also, I was thinking of Seofon and Djeeta when I made that post.

This one?

Yeah, those are 100% her feelings on the matter. She would absolutely say that.

Seofon is fine with that as long as she doesn't publicize it, because he thinks he still has a reputation to lose. The fool. The absolute idiot.

[half-a-life-left]

PULLING BACK THE SLIDE WITH THE TEETH. I SEE YOU POINTS AT YOU POINTING AT YOU

by the way your loyalty comic is lovely and oh my god i wish to see more I HOPE YOU KEEP CREATING MORE YOU WONDERFUL SOUL

HEHEHEHEH THANKS :))))))