#rarely does the last part happen but i actually got my first ever colored bruise this way😭💀cut myself once too with no sharp shit

[punkeropercyjackson]

Me when i get the urge to stim out of nowhere so i do zoomies around the house and end up eating shit

[takemealivelh]

midnight city || gang!luke

gang!luke, rival gangs, mentions of drugs, alcohol and violence. smut. 2k. part 1.

feedback is appreciated

he wiped the blood off his knuckles. the feeling of beating the shit out of someone is a rush of adrenaline. it’s like getting high on coke, but he doesn’t deal with that shit. he’s known many people who do hard drugs and then end up in trouble, or dead. he appreciates his life so much. luke likes being the leader of the diamond forsaken. a mafia that dedicates its time to drug transactions and occasionally prostitution. luke doesn’t fuck with that either, at least not recently. he met this girl in a bar and he’s been thinking about her for over a month. they’ve been on a few dates, and the sex has been great. she has a great sense of humor and he can tell she’s got street smarts, which he likes. he couldn’t fathom the idea of being with someone who gets scared about his job.

“you good, bro?” ashton, luke’s right-hand man, looks over at the bruises and leans against the sink of the bathroom, lighting a joint. their day is done and it’s time to go party. luke beat the shit out of a dude who didn’t give them their money and he threatened to go to the police. there was no way they would let him leave the storage unit without a warning. luke choked the man and broke a few ribs. he’s used to the job. it’s not like he was always like this. he used to have big dreams about forming a band and become a good musician. but he fell into the wrong crowds, and now here he is. dealing drugs and other sketchy businesses. everyone in la who knows about their mafia, knows not to fuck with them. they would end up dead. the police don’t do anything, they know how dangerous they are.

luke dries his hands with a paper towel and runs his fingers through his golden locks. “yeah,” he says. he’s never walked out of a fight with anything more than a few bruises. he does boxing on his free time, so he knows how to throw a lethal punch, and knows how to avoid poor kicks.

“i heard the grey lilies will be there tonight. i swear to fucking god those girls... i would bang every single one of them, but... you know...”

the grey lilies were a girl gang. they dealt drugs, too. that’s why they were a rival to the diamond forsaken. they never got into a physical fight, but there were many times they were about to. having the best clients was a problem for the male gang, but at least they had more people wanting their goods. but still, luke was pissed that they had a quality over quantity problem. he’d grown accustomed to the luxurious lifestyle. a good place to live, the most delicious takeout, and fancy cars. 

“for real?” luke looks over at his friend. he hides his excitement. sure, the grey lilies were trouble. but their top dealer, jackie, was the most fascinating creature he’d ever seen. their dates had been fun, exciting, thrilling. the idea of a secret hookup with their enemy was another rush of adrenaline. one that he actually preferred, if he was being honest.

- 

it’d all started at one of the parties. luke knew jackie, or at least he knew her face and what she did for a living. he was jealous she did so good with clients. she was charming as fuck. they didn’t mean to show up at the same place at the same time, but sometimes the gangs coincided. “did you get the dresnners?” she’d asked him as she took a seat on the stool next to him. her caramel-colored hair was in a ponytail and her eyeshadow was pastel blue. she wore ripped jeans, an oversized white t shirt, and high-heeled boots. the look suited her. she looked like the vocalist of an 80s inspired punk band.

luke scoffed. he knew what she meant. they had been fighting over the dressners for weeks and they decided to go with the grey lilies. that night, the diamond forsaken got blackout drunk. “no, but you did.” he finally said, looking down at the glass of vodka in his hand. 

“yeah,” she chuckled and ordered a beer. luke had always thought jackie was pretty interesting, but they’d never talked. not much, at least. just a few words here and there, mostly passive-aggressive shit. but the bickering was also part of the job. that night, though, that night neither felt like fighting. they were already buzzed. jackie took a swig of her beer and looked at him. “you wanna go outside? i got a joint. it’s legit shit, this.” she smiled.

it’s not like he frowned, but something among those lines happened. but fuck it, he thought. “sure. lead the way.”

they went to the terrace of the bar and lit up the joint. luke coughed a little and she laughed.  “i told you it was legit.”

-

luke and ashton walk into the club like the kings they are. everyone stops to look at them. but shortly, they resume their activities. which mostly consists of getting drunk and high. the two men make their way towards their usual booth. michael and calum are already there. calum’s with his girl. a black beauty who gives incredible head, his words. luke takes a seat and drinks the beer in front of him, swiftly drifting off the conversation to look around. he hasn’t seen the grey lilies, but he hopes they get here soon. bathroom sex sounds good right now.

“how was the guy?” michael asks as he throws a couple of fries into his mouth. ashton tells him that luke did a good job in silencing the motherfucker. “three ribs? man, that’s dark. but cool.” he laughs.

everyone seems to stop talking again, and luke shifts his gaze towards the door. the grey lilies have arrived. they look like a grunge band. their leader, lea, wears combat boots and net tights. but his eyes are focused on the girl whose moans keeps him up at night.  she looks gorgeous in that oversized that jacket that seems to swallow her whole, but still barely covers her ass. he wonders if he looks okay, sexy. he didn’t have time to change, and he hasn’t shaved in a few days. his motorcycle jacket has a few stains, but at least they’re not blood.

jackie finds him staring and she puts on a smirk. she pats the pocket of her jacket to let him know that she’s got weed on her. they rarely ever not get high together. that makes her wonder if this, this between luke and her, is just a side effect of the drug. but she doubts it. she actually likes him, even if she despises his friends. they all seem idiotic to her. luke notices the action of her hand and he immediately looks down at his drink. “imma go to the bathroom.” he announces, even though no one is hearing. they’re too into the story about the miami trip calum and his girl took last weekend.

luke stands up from the booth and snakes through the crowd. he catches a glimpse of jackie, who’s making her way towards her regular booth. “meet me outside in five,” he texts her. he watches her check her phone and smile down at the screen. 

-

“they’re gonna kill us if they see us together,” jackie says as she pulls out the joint from her pocket. she knows the grey lilies hate the diamond forsaken. they think the other gang are all egocentric assholes. she used to think that, too. but she met luke. and he’s actually a sweet guy. he’s really smart, too. the strategy they use to get more clients astounds her. but it’s nice to know that the grey lilies have the better clients.

luke watches her light up the joint and he leans against the wall outside of the club. it’s dark outside and the air is cold. there aren’t many people in the terrace, but he doubts anyone will say anything about them being together. getting high together. “then we’re just gonna have to keep it a secret.” his smile is shy, and jackie thinks he’s the most adorable man. even if he has bruises on his knuckles from probably beating up some shady guy. she passes the joint and luke takes a drag. “you wanna come to my place later? i got some cds i wanna show you.” they’re both big music nerds, and he loves that. they sit on the floor of his room, high out of their minds, and they listen to oasis, jane’s addiction and red hot chili peppers. 

“i don’t know. lea wants to do some kind of after party tonight. and i kinda want to be there.”

luke nods his head, he’s sort of disappointed, but it is what it is. he knows the gangs come first. it’s all about loyalty. that’s why he’d be fucked if anyone of the diamond forsaken members came out right now. but he knows they don’t smoke, except for calum occasionally -rarely, actually. so he’s not worried. 

“come here,” jackie smiles as she plays with the zipper of his jacket. they’re incredibly close and she can feel the smoke coming out from luke’s mouth. she kisses him softly, licking his bottom lip. with eyes closed, luke feels stars bursting inside his lungs. he really likes her. “give me that,” she orders and he hands her the joint.

they keep smoking until there’s nothing left and they stare into each other’s eyes. jackie isn’t one to maintain eye contact, but she feels safe with luke. even if he’s forbidden fruit.

-

the men's bathroom is empty. they had to sneak in so the others couldn’t see them. luke made an excuse about going to the bar to get more drinks even if the counter was crammed. jackie said she was going out for a smoke. it’s all hands and sloppy kisses as they lock the door of one of the stalls. luke bites his lower lip as his back is pressed to the white door and jackie drops to her knees. “you gonna make me feel good?”

“imma make you feel so good, baby,” she grins and unzips his pants. he’s already hard from all the making out in the terrace. so it’s not surprise that his cock springs up as soon as his briefs are pulled down to his thighs. jackie licks the tip and he shudders. he’s gotten a fair amount of blowjobs in his life. the first one from one girl that attended his school and she thought he was going to be a musician one day. but nothing compares to jackie’s mouth. her tongue slides down his length and he closes his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. she’s ecstatic that she can make him squirm in front of her. she likes being in control, even if it doesn’t always happen. luke can be pretty dominant in the bedroom. taking her from behind roughly and choking her. jackie puts his cock in her mouth and she starts bobbing her head to the rhythm of the loud bass coming from the other side of the bathroom door. luke appreciates the little detail. his senses are heightened and it feels like she’s one more instrument adding to the song.

“fuck,” he curses under his breath as he feels the tip of his dick hit her throat. she takes him in so good. she’s an angel. luke looks down and he sees her eyes staring up at him, a subtle smirk on her lips. “you’re- you’re-” he’s trying to say something but his brain doesn’t work. the pleasure is too intense. he hits his head against the door and closes his eyes once again. he’s about to cum. exactly at the same time he hears someone come into the bathroom. fuck. “stop, stop,” he whispers to jackie and cups her face to get her off his dick. she looks through the slit of the door and sees someone she recognizes washing their hands.

“shit,” she mouths. “michael.”

-

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[thgreatestblue]

seven

➜ pairing: genya shinazugawa x gn!reader ➜ warnings: fluff, manga spoilers ➜ words: 2.1k ➜ a/n: i was listening to seven while writing this, and guess who’s birthday is today, january 7th? that’s right, genya’s! tell me if this wasn't meant to be. happy birthday to my boy who definitely deserved better! ➜ ao3

summary: You run your thumb over his hand, feeling the rough texture of calluses, small cuts and bumps. If that meant sticking with him even if death was at your door; so be it.

I.

“Ouch!”

“Stop moving or I'll never get it clean, Y/N.”

Genya gently rubs the damp cloth on your left eye, the clean water enters your open wound like a knife and you have to hold yourself still to not flinch again. Now that the adrenaline had unfortunately left your body, you felt like trash. Pain takes over your body as you clench your fists over your thighs; the cloth rubbing on your skin is like rubbing salt on an open wound. It was still a miracle that the cut didn't need stitches — you hate feeling pain, so you were more than fine having to bandage it instead.

Sanemi’s punch managed to make a really ugly damage on your left eye, and even though you haven't take a look at it, you knew it was an awful shade of purple and very swollen — and by the way Genya glanced at the injury every time the cloth came out red, you didn't want to see the bruise just yet.

It stings really bad, but you could endure the pain if it meant having Genya taking care of you with such tender touch. Even though your face was going to be a mess for the next couple of days, at least you had the attention of the boy who was always so timid around you. It was rare the times he really talked to you, however, you enjoyed his presence nonetheless. You close your eyes as the cloth wipes the last spot of blood.

“As if Tanjirou getting involved wasn't enough…” Genya sighs, putting the cloth aside. He holds your face in the light, taking another look at the cut, a shade of pink coloring his cheeks as he continues to speak, “Honestly, Y/N, why did you get involved?”

His fingers are rough, but his touch carries kindness and tender care, tracing a path from your eyebrow along your cheek. It’s enough for you to forget the pain; and with that, all of your surroundings as well, because his face is so close that you can see the texture of his scar, his dark eyes with hints of purple depending on how the light hits his iris. If he noticed the way your eyes traveled around his face — absorbing every little detail — he didn't comment on it.

However, Genya’s face wasn't the best either. Not because of any injury, though. If rejection was a physical wound, then he would've been totally wrecked  — and you didn't like that look on his face, at all. It twisted something in your stomach that would make you want to punch the Wind Pillar until he accepted his brother back. Or, would make you want to just wrap your arms around him in a tight hug — two contrasting states of mind that often thinking which one was most likely to happen.

The worst part was that you wished you were there from the beginning, so you could say one thing or two to the Wind Pillar. Instead, you arrived a little bit too late, being able only to shield one of his punches that were meant to Tanjirou. You can’t even remember the chaos that followed after, only that there were too many hands and feet. Tanjirou was still receiving a long scolding from the higher-ups, and you highly suspect you and Genya were going to be receiving one as well.

“Well maybe if your brother wasn't such an asshole, then we wouldn't feel the need to get involved in the first place!” You shout frustrated, “Ouch!”

Genya’s finger hovered over the cut, slightly pinching the skin a bit rougher than it was necessary. You shoot him an accusatory glance, but he doesn't look guilty. You grunt at his boldness; sometimes he would act as the shyest person you’ve met, but would act totally different when it came to his brother; always protecting his name and honor.

He picks the adhesive tape and starts to cut in small portions, concentrating on his task to cover the cut on your face. You watch his skilled hands arranging the gauze; probably used to take care of others because of his brothers and sisters. Used to take care of himself, since he grew up quite alone.

It pains you to remember that Sanemi was the only one left in Genya's life. And as much as you would tell yourself that you didn't understand his actions towards his older brother, the truth was that you did — you really did. It was his only family left, after all.

“Nemi is just… He is dealing with a lot right now, has always been.” He says, voice weak as the words come out of his mouth. His shoulders are curved and you can practically feel the weight of his guilty bringing him down, “It was my fault since the beginning, and it's still my fault for not being strong enough…”

“I swear Genya, If you start that bullshit again I'm going to stick this cloth down your throat.”

The boy stops his work, fingers still holding the half-finished bandage, there’s pain in his eyes as his lips tremble a little. Your words come out harsher than you intended to, and now you feel like you actually did deserve the punch. All you wanted to say was that he was wrong; that he didn't deserve the treatment he got, that he was enough.

But of course you could never find the right words.

Genya was haunted by his past, by a mistake that was still fresh like the open wound in your face. Even after years, it still hasn't healed — not even a little — and you suspect that everytime he thought about his brother the wound would get bigger and bigger, until he was bleeding all over himself. And no matter what, only Sanemi held the keys to his recovery.

Tanjirou once said that Sanemi didn't hate Genya, it was far from that. And even though it made things slightly better, planting a seed of hope inside his heart, it didn't make it any easier to accept that Genya still got rejected. But if the boy was okay with that, not letting the cold and harsh behavior of his brother get to him, you would have to do the same.

“Look, I know you want to get back to your brother, and i really hope you do but…” You trail off, thinking about how Genya talks about his brother compared to the reality; the contrasting behavior still made your head and heart ache, “I just can’t stand the way he treats you. It’s so mean.”

“Y/N, please don’t talk bad about my brother.” He says with no heat on his voice, going back to his work.

You loundly sigh, rolling your eyes. No one truly knew about the Wind Pillar; no one was close enough, nor anyone ever tried — not that he would have given the chance nonetheless. He was a short-tempered guy with violence running in his veins instead of blood.

You just couldn't understand his reasons, if he didn't hate Genya, then why push him away so harshly? You and Tanjirou once sat down analyzing everything, trying to come up with a solution for this disagreement, but as much as you two thought about it, nothing came up, and eventually you let it go — only Genya and Sanemi could resolve this.

Though, It must be lonely living like that, always angry and ready to snap at everything, not having anyone at your side, not even a friend. Who held him close when the world became too dark to even dream? At some point, your heart not only ached for Genya, but for Sanemi as well.

It remind you of the past; how Genya had the same behavior at the beginning of your relationship. You two used to pick up a lot of fights over silly things, he was so insufferably angry at everything. Himejima once had to intervene in a fight because it was getting out of hand — you, with your eyebrow bleeding, Genya with a deep cut on his lips.

But like the rain, a storm always comes to an end, it never lasts forever. The shore brought you back to him after his fight against the Upper-Moon Four and Five. And as much as you two fought, you still cared about the boy — not knowing exactly what made you feel so drawn to him in the first place.

After receiving the news, you went to see him, against your better judgment. You expected to be received with the same harsh and angry behavior, but to your surprise, he was another person; more mature. Pelling a new skin and showing his true colors, and they were quite beautiful.

The bangade is finished quickly, he fixes the adhesive tape on the edges and motions for you to come closer. You stay still, watching him with only one eye open as he puts the bandage over the wound. It covers your entire eye, but it’s necessary to prevent an infection since you didn't want to get stitches.

“I… care about you, Genya.” You suddenly confess.

Genya’s hands freezes on your face that were still fixing the bandage. He doesn't look you in the eye but his face is a shade redder since the last time you glanced at him. You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling your neck and face warm up with the confession. It definitely wasn't the right moment for something like that, however, the words just flew out of your mouth; and you wouldn't take it back. Because they were the bare truth.

The silence eats you away, making your heart beat faster in your chest. You try to read his expression but the only thing you can see is how the redness scalleted to his ears, and now he looked like a tomato and it would have been funny if you weren't in the same state.

“A-And that’s why I’m going to fight your brother as many times as needed if it means you not getting hurt.” You finally say, trying to remedy the situation.

Maybe mentioning that you would hurt his brother — even if it was impossible — would take him out of this flustered state and make him say something? It doesn't work. Genya retreats his hands from your face, holding them on his lap. He looks away, watching the birds flying in the yard as the day passes by. You would appreciate their singing if the beating of your heart wasn't all you could hear.

“That’s what family does...” Genya whispers, still gazing through the window. He looks to be far away from the moment, lost in some memories from the past that you knew so little, but enough to understand his feelings, his actions.

“I can be your family.” You say without thinking.

If Genya was quiet before, now he went totally still. He was still looking away but his flushed face was still very visible under the light coming from the window. It seemed like the filter you always had when talking about emotions suddenly decided to not work anymore — spilling your thoughts out in the open with no type of restrain.

“I mean…” You clean your throat, running a hand through your hair. How many times are you going to embarrass yourself today? Maybe the Wind Pillar did give you a concussion after all, “I will look after you, and you will look after me, just like a family does.”  

It wasn't as if you weren't already doing that; if those years growing up with him under Himejima care taught you something, it was that you cared about him, a little bit too much. It took you long enough to finally come to terms with your feelings — and even though you decided to do it right in front of him, they were still strong as ever. Genya finally shifts his gaze to look at you, a ghost of a smile decorating his lips, and it’s enough to put you out of your misery.

“We’ll stick together,” You confirm, grabbing his hand in a rush and squeezing slightly.

“No matter what?” Genya whispers, squeezing your hand in return, making your stomach flip with the touch.

You run your thumb over his hand, feeling the rough texture of calluses, small cuts and bumps. If that meant sticking with him even if death was at your door; so be it.

“No matter what,” You promise.

“I-I would like that.” Genya smiles, and it’s the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

You move closer without a second thought, placing a hand on his cheek and gently kissing it — his face was so hot you could feel through the sensitive skin of your lips. Then, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face on his neck. It takes quite a few minutes for him to finally relax, returning the hug.

It takes even longer for you two to separate from the warmth of each other's embrace.

[1-800-smash]

could u do the alphabet with bakugo?🥺

「 learning the alphabet. 」

feat. bakugo.

summary: bakugo isn’t the most patient person in the world, but he’s going to take his time teaching you things you won’t ever forget any time soon ;)

warnings: nsfw content.

[ all character’s are aged up appropriately. ]

word count: 2k

request: @anon — ❝could u do the alphabet with bakugo?🥺❞

@anon — ❝hey! can i get bakugou with a, b, i from the alphabet? thank you so much :)❞

@anon — ❝your writing is so nice! can i request the alphabet for Bakugou plz?❞

@anon — ❝Can you please do the alphabet for bakugou?🥺❞

a/n: here is a little treat before kinktober! i hope you all enjoy it, and i can’t wait to write more for you all! ♡ — shelbs.

submitted — [09.30.20]

nsfw below the cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

⚘ for bakugo, aftercare depends on the sex.

⚘ during more intimate moments he’s more willing to care for you after, showing you just how much he loves you through these smaller actions.

⚘ giving you an extra pillow or rubbing small circles into your back, you name it.

⚘ but if you two are just fucking?

⚘ good luck with that.

⚘ he’s much more focused on catching his breath and getting comfortable under the covers but regardless, cuddles are a definitely happening.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

⚘ he’s absolutely obsessed with your thighs.

⚘ the way he sees the muscles in your thighs work as you sink yourself down on his cock over and over, your breasts bouncing in every direction as you set the hard pace.

⚘ he loves gripping his fingers into them as he tries to control your movements, your breathy moans urging him to go faster.

⚘ for him, his favorite body part is his arms.

⚘ he spends a lot of time working out and toning his body for hero work, so when he sees you enjoying his handiwork, he gets pretty smug.

⚘ but also because he loves the feeling of you wrapped in his arms after, protecting you from anything and everything that might try to hurt you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

⚘ bakugo never has a bad orgasm with you, he’s always giving you everything he’s got.

⚘ there’s no way he couldn’t, with just how your walls milk him after every time he makes you cum around his cock.

⚘ when bakugo cums, he cums hard.

⚘ and that means an even bigger mess to clean up.

⚘ honestly, it’s a surprise how you haven’t ended up pregnant...

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⚘ he secretly likes when you take control in the bedroom.

⚘ he’d never tell you this, of course.

⚘ but sometimes, he likes the idea of you throwing him back onto the bed and just fucking riding him until he’s a whimpering mess.

⚘ other times, he wants to feel loved too.

⚘ instead of making love to you, he wants you to make love to him.

⚘ if that makes sense.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

⚘ now this is just my opinion here but-

⚘ i think bakugo wouldn’t be very open to having sex with just anyone.

⚘ he’s very tsundere when it comes to liking someone, and his personality can be a bit much for people at times.

⚘ not to mention he’d be so focused on surpassing deku and becoming the number one hero, that relationships wouldn’t be something he’d want to commit to.

⚘ so depending on when you two become an item, bakugo might still be a virgin.

⚘ now that’s not say he wouldn’t ever have sex before you, but the possibility is there.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

⚘ he loves fucking you from behind.

⚘ his fingers gripping onto your hips so hard that they leave bruises, while he pounds into you until you can’t even see straight.

⚘ he gets better leverage this way as his hand comes down to force your head into the mattress as he continues slam his hips into you.

⚘ he’s also really into sixty-nine.

⚘ your mouth wrapped deliciously around his cock and he delves his tongue into your slick folds.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

⚘ he wouldn’t be humorous AT ALL.

⚘ unless he’s teasing you, but that’s another thing all on its own.

⚘ he’s too in the moment to be joking around, wanting instead to focus on you and all the ways he can make you scream his name in ecstasy.

⚘ would definitely still call you ‘dumbass’, even in your more intimate moments.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

⚘ bakugo likes to keep his pubic hair trimmed and not too messy.

⚘ doesn’t mean it might not get out of hand sometimes.

⚘ but he’s pretty good at keeping everything neat and well groomed.

⚘ it’s the same color as his own ashy blonde hair, with a little of the same jaggedness to it as well.

⚘ although, since he keeps it trimmed, it’s not as messy as his own hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

⚘ he’s not very romantic when it comes to sex, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be.

⚘ when it comes to special moments between the two of you, he’s more likely to slow down and take his time with you.

⚘ but bakugo likes having sex.

⚘ like a lot.

⚘ so more often times than not, he’s going to be fucking your brains out, feelings be damned.

⚘ that’s his way of showing you how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

⚘ he doesn’t jack off as often when he’s in a relationship.

⚘ why should he now that he has you?

⚘ like i said, bakugo likes sex.

⚘ he’d much rather be making you cum all over his cock than simply fisting it by himself.

⚘ the only time he really takes the time to touch himself is if you two are doing it together or he’s away for work.

⚘ otherwise, your pussy is the only thing that he wants wrapped around his dick.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

⚘ teasing is a big one for him, he loves to make you all hot and needy for him.

⚘ and the way you practically beg him to just put it in and fuck you already, well...

⚘ let’s just say, you’re lucky bakugo still has some restraint.

⚘ otherwise, there is no way you’d be walking straight ever again.

⚘ because when it comes to you, all he wants is to show you whose cock you belong to.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

⚘ get him aroused enough in public and there’s a good chance he’ll fuck you as soon as he gets the chance.

⚘ and especially if you’re acting like a brat.

⚘ he likes how easily he can take control in situations like these, you being too caught up with his actions to protest.

⚘ but on the other hand he doesn’t want anyone seeing you in such a vulnerable state that’s meant for his eyes only.

⚘ but god, if he doesn’t enjoy hearing you desperately hold back your moans as he’s fucking you.

⚘ “shut up, dumbass... you don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

⚘ i think the better question is, what doesn’t turn him on?

⚘ he’s down to fuck whenever and wherever, doesn’t matter the circumstance.

⚘ it’s hard enough for his to resist you as it is, with you being so goddamn sexy and all.

⚘ sometimes he just can’t help himself, he just HAS to have you right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⚘ while bakugo can be rough at times, there is no way he’d want to actually hurt you.

⚘ he cares about you too much to see you in any significant amount of pain.

⚘ now that’s not to say he won’t punish you, of course.

⚘ especially when you’re being a goddamn brat.

⚘ spanking your ass until it’s nice and red, maybe a little love bite here and there.

⚘ but at any point if you’re in pain or crying, he’s right there to calm you down and whisper sweet words of affection while rubbing circles into your back.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⚘ he won’t lie to you, he definitely prefers receiving than giving.

⚘ that’s just how he is.

⚘ doesn’t mean he won’t take his sweet time sitting himself between your thighs, lapping at all your sweet juices as he holds you down in place.

⚘ bakugo is NEVER one to half-ass things, especially when it comes to you.

⚘ and while he would much rather receive than give, he’ll never disappoint you in the slightest.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

⚘ bakugo likes to keep a hard and fast pace when he’s slamming his hips into yours.

⚘ he’s fascinated by all noises that he can draw out of you when his cock is buried into your heat all the way down to the base.

⚘ and god, does that not feel so fucking good.

⚘ sometimes he’ll want a slower and more sensual pace, but that’s usually saved for special moments.

⚘ like when the two of you are celebrating your anniversary, or when you both decided to make a little brat of your own.

⚘ but, on rare occasions, he just wants to make love to you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

⚘ he really likes quickies.

⚘ like i mean, he really likes them.

⚘ you two have some extra time to yourselves? might as well let him fuck the shit out of you.

⚘ and he’s not going to stop until you’re practically begging to cum.

⚘ then, and only then, will he reach his fingers down to press tiny, fast circles to your clit.

⚘ he’s going to give you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your entire life.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

⚘ he’s down for some experimentation.

⚘ as long as it’s nothing too extreme and you both agree to do it, he’s more than willing to go along with whatever you might want to do.

⚘ remember kids, safety first!

⚘ however, i don’t think bakugo would want to be pegged.

⚘ at least not without some solid convincing on your part.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

⚘ he can last for about 2 hours maximum.

⚘ what can he say? he’s got a lot of stamina, especially for the woman he loves so goddamn much.

⚘ he’d be more than glad to fuck you for two hours straight, and god only help you if you let him.

⚘ needless to say, you won’t be walking for a few days.

⚘ now for bakugo, the rounds depend on how needy the both of you are for each other.

⚘ and for that, the highest he can go is five rounds in one night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

⚘ he would be totally down to use sex toys with you.

⚘ i mean, this man can fuck you good enough on his own, but sometimes you got to throw something new into the mix.

⚘ he’d even be down to go with you when buying them, but he’d probably not say much.

⚘ as much as bakugo would want to do it, he still has his shy side when it comes to certain things.

⚘ especially when it comes to buying something as lewd as sex toys in public.

⚘ he’s a tsundere, after all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⚘ this can go one of two ways; he gets too worked up himself and gives in or, he teases you until you’re absolutely begging for his cock.

⚘ there is no in-between.

⚘ sometimes bakugo doesn’t have the patience to tease you.

⚘ but other times, that’s all he wants to fucking do.

⚘ either way, he’s going to be making you cum so many times that you’ll both lose count.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

⚘ he’s not very vocal when it comes to moaning during sex.

⚘ expect a few grunts and curses here and there, but moans...

⚘ nope.

⚘ he’ll get louder the closer he is to cumming as he pounds his hips into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating around the room.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

⚘ something bakugo would never tell you, is that he really wants to start a family with you.

⚘ as i said before, bakugo would need to like you a lot to even consider dating you let alone have sex.

⚘ so if he’s with you, it’s for the long road.

⚘ and that includes having kids of your own.

⚘ this is probably not until much later in your relationship though, as kids are a big commitment and he doesn’t want to get into that right away.

⚘ but thinking about you all big and regnant with his kid, is definitely something he won’t want to stop picturing any time soon.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

⚘ he’s 5.8 inches, circumcised.

⚘ his cock is a bit on the thinner side, with a nice, long vein running from the underside all the way to the tip.

⚘ he goes absolutely feral whenever you run your tongue up and down along it.

⚘ and don’t even get him started on when you swirl your tongue around the tip, he fucking loves when you do that.

⚘ just know what you’re getting yourself into if you even tease him the slightest, you’re asking for a whole world of trouble.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

⚘ bakugo has a pretty high sex drive.

⚘ no no, i still don’t think you understand.

⚘ he has a pretty HIGH sex drive, like he wants to fuck ALL THE TIME.

⚘ it’s almost surprising... almost.

⚘ but really just give him an inch and he’ll take a fucking mile.

⚘ he doesn’t even need an excuse to fuck you, he just HAS to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⚘ he can be pretty quick to fall asleep afterwards.

⚘ especially after you two just had a round of rough sex.

⚘ what can he say? you take a lot out of him.

⚘ in only the best ways, of course.

⚘ he loves showing you just how much he cares about you when it comes to sex...

⚘ and with bakugo, there’s no way he’d ever let you forget it.

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2nd part than.

8: (This ones longgggg) Their rooms all have the same beige (like brown mushroom color) walls and floors. As their not allowed to change that. But Watson has some bookshelves in his room along with a old adventurer cape that goes in front of his body and hangs to his ankles (Item-Ya Adventurer Cape is a perfect example. Idk the actual name for the kind of cape it is), some display cases featuring his strongest bows and arrows, along with a sword and axe, along with pictures of the group toghere and pictures from his travels on the walls, he has a single lone desk that is only used when designing new bows or arrows. Ran also has bookshelves, but his is bigger and takes up a whole wall, he also as a winter cape with fur on its shoulders hung up (he lived in a snow biome for a little while and made the cape himself), along with a single weapon case that features a lone damaged neitherite sword, he also has chests stacked along a wall filled with random stuff that he sometimes gives as gifts or uses to throw at people. Jackie has a few paintings and posters in his room, along with the only carpet in any bedroom (that he totally didnt steal from Grievous), a panting easel, he has a single display case in his room that displays the sword Porkius gave him for winning, theres also pictures of the group toghere and a small chest next to his bed filled with things that belongs to someone in the group. Grievous has a small bookshelf (one book is a naming book Watson jokingly gave him), a chest filled to the brim with blankets and pillows (cause for him comfort is a necessity), he also has a desk that he tends to fall asleep at when doing literally anything on it. Everyone also has a good sized wardrobe somewhere in their room that is filled with different outfits and w statue stands with either iron armour or empty. There is also a four-way-bunkbed in the living room/area, they typically use it when someone is having or had a very bad day and needs comfort, or when Jackie's separation anxiety is bad and needs to sleep with everyone nearby. 

Ran loves reading and sometimes gets mad when someone intrupts his reading. Watson loves designing new bows and arrows and just designing weapons in general (Grievous does too and helps him sometimes). Jackie likes to paint and has a interest in adventuring one day. They are well known but only in Subbin and surrounding cities. Though word does travel about them at times which can bring people to Subbin. They have 2 titles actually! First is used in typical matches, while the second is used in more formal or serious matches (like those for general). Ran: The Enderman, Partikel Tari (Dancing Particles, referencing how when he fights when serious its like he's dancing as he teleports around the field). Watson: The Archer, Multi (Referencing how he has more experience than anyone in the use of all kinds of weapons and can quickly adjust to situations). Grievous: Multi-Named, Unpredictable (referring to how he is by far the most unpredictable person in serious battles). Jackie: The Child, Diremehake (Underestimated, referring to how he gets underestimated a lot during any battle). They get recognized quite often and get called their stage names, when they dont want to deal with people recognizing them they often either yell at them to go away or just run away. 

9: They do all of the above! It depends on the match up (Jackie and Watson stay out of eachothers way mostly, Ran and Grievous make it one on one, and Ran and Jackie take them out quick). Oh the first time Ran threw Jackie was hailours. You could hear Watson screaming from the stands in fear and Jackie just head-butted the guy in the stomach. Then when Jackie recovered he just yelled for Ran to throw him again, and once again you could hear Watson screaming no and threats at them from the stands. Ran agreed and threw Jackie at the last person, who he just bear hugged as he hit and held them down. Then after the battle Watson smacked the two and chastised them.

10: At first he drops stuff and trips over his feet on a regular basis. But after about 3 weeks he fully regains his balance, and is able to finally walk without tripping at the start. While the attempts at bonding do work to get Ranbob and Cletus closer the two never get as close as the rest. Neither can really name what's stopping them from getting closer though. For the first week people need to constantly remind Ranbob to do all of those things. As he thinks the constant hunger, thirst, and tiredness is all normal when its not and their trying to get him to understand that. And while he eventually starts to do it himself, theres still some nights where he doesnt eat or drink or sleep. They just leave the two in the house, but later they do start to expand the house a bit to fit the new addition. He does not get his own place up, he just gives up after some time. He doesn't fall asleep out there to often thankfully, but since the house keeps falling on him he does get cuts and bruises quite often. He gets stuck in a rain storm only 2 times which isn't bad, but he does get semi-bad burns from them sadly that Benjamin has to sit him down for and have Charles distract him for long enough to wrap his wounds properly. And it only took Benjamin like 4 weeks before he finally got fed up and forced him inside and had him stay with them. He has dealt with a storm before when he was young! But it was when he was about 12 so its been a long while. 

11: He spends all of his free time glaring at them. And for the first few days whenever he sees someone from his group hanging around his brothers, he'll go over and pick em up and just carry them away. The fishermen worry for a bit that Ran may hurt them, but Watson assured them that Ran knows the two groups like eachother and wouldn't hurt them incase that could hurt his families feelings. 

12: Ranbob is extremely happy about potentially getting new members of his family! And eagerly tries to talk with them. But Ran is far less happy and actively avoids them (and drags his family away at times).

13: At the start they have no idea where their going. But when Grievous brings up about Rans damaged sword they decide to find a nether portal so they can find whats needed to repair his sword! And Watson decides on the way he can show them all the different biomes in the world, which Jackie is extremely excited for. 

14: If the fishermen get separated from Ranbob for too long he actively goes and searches for them. And refuses to stop until he finds them. When upset Ran loves to pick up members of his Haunting, though he doesnt do them often as he knows his Haunting doesn't like it when he does it to often. He and Ranbob also pick up blocks though as it's a comfort action and soothes them. Cuddles piles do happen! They happen more for Ranbob to comfort him after a nightmare or just a bad day, or when he basically relapses and wants to go back to Dream. But cuddle piles are more rare in Rans group, as cuddle piles only happen when anyone is doing really badly mentally or physically and just need comfort, or when they all just need some comfort. But their much more sentimental and have more meaning than Ranbobs groups. 

15: Oh definitely. I forget if I included it when I first introduced my Au. But soon after Ran escaped Mizu, he was hunted for his pearl and respawn ability. Though he killed the people hunting him. Every year he was out of Mizu and every year before he entered Subbin he was hunted by multiple groups. He's become legend just for avoiding so many groups and killing a vast majority of them. He's known as the "Green Eyed Enderman." and is a top goal amongst hunters. There are some times Ran got jumped in Subbin for being a hybrid but he quickly defeated them. 

Karl has played his role in this! Though maybe I could make it so he comes in later on during a really difficult part between the  brothers, and helps out. Using his own experiences in the SMP and seeing what ruined relationships like brothers does to someone and others, to make sure their relationship doesn't stay so broken and hurt so many people. Maybe at the end I'll have them go back and face Dream so Ranbob (and even Ran slightly, with how Dreams presence affected him) can finally be completely free. As of rn no one has a pet. But that question made me really want to give someone a raven and idk who. I want to have bits of the other Tales in it! Im not quite sure how yet but I want this to be a mostly Tales ONLY au (no main SMP stuff unless needed or necessary) as the Tales don't have enough love. He does write down the experience he had with the Dream Experience and writes down very important things, but other than that he leaves it behind. 

Im really happy to hear that you like my au. I love world and story building a lot and can't control how much I write sometimes, again im sorry this is so long and I'll do my best to not make anything this long ever again. Sorry if this bothered you

8: Sounds pretty interesting, overall. Was Watson-as his cape suggest-perhaps an adventurer? And he designs his own bows and arrows? Very cool. What kind of things does he come up with?  Ran also sounds like he’s traveled a bit. He knows how to sew? Has he ever made anything for anyone else? Where did he get his sword? Jackie’s got a carpet? Very nice, he deserves it. And a painting easel? How good is he at painting? Or is it more of something he’s just trying? Grievous sounds like he could build a very good pillow fort, and honestly, good for him. How often do they camp out in the bunk bed room? 

Ran not liking being interrupted is understandable. Does he ever read to anyone, or is it more some alone time for him? Grievous and Watson must design some terrifying weapons. Where is Jackie looking at adventuring to? Anywhere specific, or just around? And what language(s) is Ran and Jackie’s secondary titles in? Latin? 

9: Very smart of them, means it’ll be harder to pick up a pattern. And hearing about Ran tossing Jackie-I’m laughing. I’m not going to lie, kind of assumed it was planned pre-match, but hearing that they just decided to throw him? Watson’s reaction? Just...hilarious. Was Jackie even prepared for it, or did Ran just toss them without warning? Honestly, it kind of sounds like people might come to the Pit for the comedy just as much for the fighting. If this was the kind of thing that went down, I’d probably come to watch.

10: Oh no, Ranbob! At least he’s getting better. So Cletus and Ranbob never quite click, huh? Well, that’s alright. Sometimes people just don’t. Doesn’t mean they don’t care about each other! Ranbob thinking it’s normal, oh god. Does he ever say something along those lines, or get confused why the others are so worried about it? If so, how do the fishermen react to that question, and how does Ranbob react to the answer. As for the house, well. He can say he tried if nothing else-and hey, funny story to share with the gladiators later on. It’s good that he wasn’t caught in too many storms, less that he was caught in some at all. I’m sure that was a big help in convincing Benjamin to finally just put his foot down, which, honestly good for him. You go, Benjamin!

11: Ran, bud, chill. I like how you said his free time though-my first thought was that he immediately finished a book and went over to glare at them. Probably not true, but a hilarious mental image. Very glad Watson has reassured the fishermen-how did Ranbob react to that worry of theirs?

12: Ran’s actions are pretty understandable, but still a bit sad. How does Ranbob feel about them? Is he resigned? Determined? Upset?

13: Adventure! Into possibly dangerous places! How fun! Can’t wait to see where it goes. What do they see? What’s the first stop? How long are they heading off?

14: He won’t stop? Like, potentially will work himself into the ground won’t stop? Ran just picks up his members like blocks. And, oh boy. Ranbob wanting to go back to Dream? That’s just. Oof. Very much oof. How do the fishermen deal with that, and how do they feel about it?

15: Ran sounds like he’s had a less than enjoyable time out there. Do these hunters ever go after them once they leave Subbin? Do they target Ranbob? I mean, he’s another Endermen hybrid, and one who definitely isn’t as skilled as Ran, or as used to them. He’d be a much easier target.

So Karl’s gonna come in towards the end. Nice. Ran was also affected by Dream? How so? Obviously less than his brother, but did he ever notice? Did Ranbob? Sounds like it’d be a good final showdown, over all.

As for that pet raven, may I offer some suggestions? You could give one to Jackie and Grievous, so it can help them cause havoc, or maybe one to Benjamin, so it can help him keep an eye on his dorks. Maybe even Cletus, to help snag things, and mess with people, or Isaac, maybe to help find things. Even Watson, or one of the brothers, to help keep watch over their groups. Really, you could give any of these guys a raven. Depending on said bird’s personality, it could fit anywhere. Just depends on what you want to do with it.

I completely agree with you, we need more Tales AUs. Ranbob and Ran did come from what was basically a city of historians, perhaps you could use that to tie in the other Tales? Or even have them across the old ruins of areas on their adventure. Even chunk in more time travel, via Karl or otherwise, if you want to toss in more characters.

Ranbob pretty much starts over then. Good for him. How does Ran feel about that? Actually, who was Ran’s idol, and his general life on Mizu, before the Dream incident?

Other questions:

One thing I’d like to know is how the groups react to each other’s experiences and general life styles. Like for one, Ranbob and the fishermen generally seem more physically affectionate with each other, while Ran and the gladiators seem fairly less so, but no less close. 

For another, the fishermen probably still remind Ranbob to eat or sleep, which would probably seem a bit confusing for the gladiators. How much do they know about both sides? Obviously enough for them to want to help get the brothers back together, but like.

How much do the gladiators believe Ranbob’s side. Are they wary, or skeptical, or do they believe it completely, and if so, why? 

How long was Ran left running, evading hunters, and how has that affected him? How many times do both brothers say something concerning, and how do they react to what the other says?

You’ve said Ranbob occasionally relapses and wants to return to Dream. Does this happen on the trip? And if so, how do the gladiators react to such a thing-depending on how much they know about the whole thing, I can imagine mixed reactions. How does Ran react?

How do both groups react to the new endermen hybrids? They seem to have dealt with different instincts before now, so seeing Ranbob trail the fishermen and Ran just pick up the gladiators must be a bit strange. 

What can Ranbob keep down? Not only was Dream in control, and not particularly careful with his body, but supplies were probably also somewhat limited when he did eat. So how has that affected him? 

Are there any nicknames within in the groups? How do the gladiators react to the schedule change, considering they had set times for so much before? How do the fishermen react to the new areas? What habits are/become shared, and what habits are restricted to one group.

In general, just...how the fishermen and the gladiators differ in lifestyles, basically. 

For another, in one of the earlier post, you mentioned both Isaac and Cletus wanted to return to Mizu. Isaac kind of gives me a historian vibe himself, or some sort of archaeologists. Just a kind of person who wants to learn about history-perhaps something to do with the fact that he was played by Karl, and the whole time traveler thing. 

But anyway, what exactly did those two want to do down there? Explore, learn, steal?

And how would you say everyone’s personalities are like? Will you be introducing anymore characters, Tales or otherwise. It’d be interesting to see a Pit version of Tommy, or Puffy, or such.

How does Ran react when he finally accepts the truth, and what exactly pushes him to that? 

Hope this isn’t too many questions. I’m pretty invested, not gonna lie.

And seriously, I don’t mind the length. Long or short, I’m really just happy to hear more about your AU, and I look forward to more.

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Pass Out

38 for sprace—requested by @just-a-gay-meme

I’m injured and I came to you because I didn’t want to tell my mom/Jack/whoever.

((So I guess this would be canon era, pre-strike when Race was selling at Sheepshead, so he and Spot did know each other, but they aren’t really even friends yet. It’s not the same universe as the one fic I’ve written with her in it, but it includes one of my ocs. Don’t worry, you didn’t forget about her. Bluebird just isn’t canon.))

...

Race would normally not be confused by the fact that he was waking up in a Lodging House, but today, he had an excuse, because he was waking up in the Brooklyn Lodging House.

“Well, well, well,” a voice said, and Race jumped, “He lives.”

There was a little girl sitting by his bed, holding a bowl and a wet washcloth that was suspiciously red, and Race didn’t think it was because that was Brooklyn’s territory color.

And Race was only 15, but this girl couldn’t be any older than maybe 10, so he got to call her a little girl, even though, as was visible because she was wearing one of Brooklyn’s signature red tanktops, she was probably stronger than he was. She had features kind of similar to Romeo, with black hair and brown eyes, so Race guessed she was Asian, or at least one of her parents was.

“What the fuck?” Race mumbled under his breath.

“Oh, no,” the little girl said, sounding genuinely concerned, “How hard did you get hit? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Three,” Race said, because she clearly was.

“Hmm...” the little girl tilted her head as she put her hand down, “Do ya remember how you got here?”

“Brooklyn Lodging House? No. Got no clue. What the fuck am I doin’ here?”

“You got your ass kicked,” the little girl said flatly, “At least, I think ya did. You kinda just showed up, asked for help, and passed out. That was two hours ago.”

“Thanks,” Race said, “Um... what was your name again?”

“Bluebird. Ya didn’t know it in the first place. You’re Racetrack Higgins, right? The ‘Hattan boy Spot lets sell at Sheepshead?”

Race shrugged sitting up halfway and leaning back on his elbows, “The one and only.”

Bluebird wrinkled her nose, “No wonder ya got your ass kicked. All you Manhattan boys can’t fight to save your lives.”

“Hey!”

“It’s true! Manhattan’s probably the—“

“Blue.”

Bluebird looked at the floor as Spot called to her from the doorway.

Race sat up all the way as Brooklyn’s King walked over, putting his hand on the little girl’s shoulder.

“What did we say ‘bout antagonizin’ people for no reason?” Spot asked.

“To not to,” Bluebird mumbled.

“You’s a big girl, now, right, Blue? Your cute factor ain’t gonna get you out of fights much longer. Ya gotta learn not to pick fights you can’t win.”

“Bet I could win against him.”

Race laughed, “She’s probably right.”

“Maybe,” Spot reasoned, “But, Blue, appearances can be deceivin’. Race, here, happens to be really good at makin’ friends. Which means he has friends in every borough, this one included. Half the Newsies of New York’d go to war to defend him, so in short, Racetrack Higgins is either a good friend to have or a bad enemy. Take your pick.”

Bluebird snuck a glance at Race, “I’d rather be friends.”

Race smiled, “I’d rather be friends with you, too, kid.”

She smiled at him, and Race didn’t at all see what Spot meant. She wasn’t losing her cute factor. She probably wouldn’t for a couple more years.

“Run along, Bluebird,” Spot said, “I think Hotshot’s waitin’ for ya.”

“I’m sellin’ with Rafaela today!”

“Raf’s... busy. Go find Hotshot.”

“Okay!”

Bluebird hiked up her skirt to run faster, and Race laughed.

“So, I’m guessin’ I know what you meant by busy?”

Spot shrugged, “Yeah, she’s got a sweetheart, but I don’t know who it is. I’m pretty sure it’s either York or Joey, but Raf ain’t the talkative type, so I don’t know which. She asked me to watch Blue this afternoon, but I don’t need a little frontin’ for me.”

“And Hotshot does?”

“He’s an intimidatin’ lookin’ kid. He probably don’t need her, but with winter comin’ up, I’d rather be safe.”

Race nodded, then winced as that hurt, “That makes sense.”

Spot stood there silently for a couple seconds, then asked.

“So, what happened?”

Race shrugged, “Wish I knew. Thinkin’ back, it’s all kind of fuzzy.”

“There’s been some thugs ‘round Brooklyn lately, thinkin’ it’s funny to beat up on workin’ kids,” Spot muttered, “They targeted my kids at first, but learned to avoid us when we soaked them instead. I probably should have sent someone over to warn ya. Bluebird’s right. Only one of you Manhattan boys who can fight good is Cowboy.”

Race decided to ignore that last comment, “I don’t think I got soaked.”

“Hmm. You’re probably right. It’s just the one head wound, right? Nothin’ else hurts?”

Race shrugged, “It hurts to breathe a little, but...”

He looked down his own shirt to check.

“Not that many bruises.”

“I should check for broken ribs, anyway.”

Race honestly didn’t know what to think as Spot Conlon, the King of Brooklyn, sat down on the edge of the bed Race was still sitting on, putting up one hand.

“Can I? I know what I’m doin’.”

“I’m sure ya do,” Race admitted, knowing Brooklyn’s reputation for getting in fights with local gangs, other boroughs, even each other.

Of course, his mind was hyper-focused on the fact that Spot wasn’t known for being friendly, and he also happened to be less than a year older than Race.

He was kind of attractive. If Race was the type to go for badasses, he would be very flustered right now, which... he wasn’t. He totally wasn’t even a little flustered by this.

In the end, Race nodded, “You can check, but I’m pretty sure nothin’s broken.”

“Okay. Tell me what hurts.”

Spot gently put his hand against Race’s lower ribs, slowly increasing pressure before moving up, then checking the other side. And sure, it twinged in some places, but nothing hurt enough to actually be broken.

“Why’re you helpin’ me?” Race asked as Spot finished up.

The other boy shrugged, “Ya ain’t one of mine, Higgins, but you sell in Brooklyn. That makes ya at least partly my responsibility.”

Race wanted to protest that—he was one of Jack’s seconds, for fuck’s sake—but Spot was still talking.

“Also, that head wound wasn’t so bad that ya forgot what borough you’re from. If you really wanted to go back to ‘Hattan, you at least would’ve tried. Probably gotten run over on the way, but you’d have tried. Ya came here. Judgin’ by what little I know... you’s close with Kelly, right?”

Race nodded, “He’s like a big brother to me.”

Spot shrugged, “There ya go. Winter’s rough on every leader who actually cares about their kids, and it’s comin’ up fast. Jackie Boy’s probably stressed enough as it is, makin’ sure everyone sells as much as they can before it gets really hard, and ya didn’t want to worry him. So, you came here instead of goin’ home.”

Honestly, that sounded about right. Race still didn’t remember everything, but not going home when hurt so as not to worry Jack sounded like something he’d do.

“Well, that explains what I’m doin’ here,” he admitted, “But it doesn’t explain why ya actually helped.”

“Like I said, you’s partially my responsibility.”

“Bullshit. I’m Manhattan and you know it. Hell, I’m second in command along with Crutchie. Ya didn’t have to help me beyond makin’ sure I don’t die on your doorstep, so why? Do ya just want me to owe you a favor?”

Spot shrugged, not looking Race in the eye, “I might collect a favor later, but that ain’t why I did it.”

“Then why?”

They locked eyes, and Race could see that he was being completely serious.

“Genuinely nice people are few and far between. Bluebird ain’t the only one who’d like to be friends with you.”

Race smiled, “Well, if ya wanted to be friends, you could’ve just said so. I’m always open to new friends.”

Spot snorted, “One of these days, that’s gonna get ya killed.”

“Possibly... but I should probably be gettin’ back to Manhattan. Before I do, I have one question to ask you.”

“What?”

Race pointed vaguely at a throbbing area just above his temple, not wanting to actually touch it.

“How bad is it?”

“Your hair covers it, mostly, and Blue cleaned off the blood. It ain’t super noticeable, so if you avoid Cowboy for a bit to give it time to heal, he probably won’t have to find out.”

“Okay, great. Thanks, I guess. Thank Bluebird for me.”

“I will.”

Spot stayed close as Race stood up, probably expecting to have to catch him.

Race didn’t actually feel that bad. His head hurt, sure, but he didn’t feel like he was going to pass out anymore.

“I usually hang out under the stands when I take a break from sellin’,” he said, “If ya ever wanna... hang out, or whatever, come find me.”

Spot nodded, “Yeah. Sure. Maybe I will.”

Honestly, given that Spot Conlon was known for being hostile to pretty much everyone outside of Brooklyn, Race hadn’t expected to ever be able to befriend him. He was friendly on the rare occasion they saw each other, but he’d always seen Spot as kind of cold and distant.

Maybe it was just being in his own Lodging House—home turf—that made him drop his guard a little.

Whatever the case, Race couldn’t deny that a part of him was thinking about how if he could be friends with Spot Conlon, maybe he could slowly get closer and maybe even be more someday, but—

But this was a thought train for another day.

Well, this should be interesting.

[teodorefms]

 GREETINGS  ,  angels  !   i  literally  suck  at  everything  relating  to  introductions  ?  so  please  don’t  mind  how  much  of  a  mess  this  is  going  to  be  .   im  gianna  ,  or  gi  ,  and  i  go  by  she  and  her  pronouns  !   im  super  excited  to  be  here  ,  and  even  more  excited  to  write  with  all  of  you  !!    below  the  cut  you’ll  find  trash  that’s  suppose  to  be  a  bio  asdjf  .  

&&.  announcing  his  royal  highness  𝓉𝑒𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑒   𝓋𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑜   𝒹𝒾   𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒶  ,  the  twenty  year  old  prince  of  𝙄𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙔  .  he  is  often  confused  with  lorenzo  zurzolo  .  some  say  that  he  is  imprudent  and  petulant  ,  but  he  is  actually  intrepid  and  scrupulous  .

*    STATISTICS .

FULL  NAME.    teodore  vincenzo  di  savoia  .

NAME  MEANING.   god  gift  (  teodore  )  ,   to  win  or  to  conquer  (  vincenzo  )  .

REASONING.     honeyed  cries   and  sapphire  hues  ,   angelic  innocence  concealing  the  burning  urge  of  freedom  ,  the  birth  of  teodore  was  seen  as  a  gift  from  god  before  mischievousness  captured  those  sapphire  hues  and  recklessness  settled  in  .   and  what  was  a  better  name  then  teodore  who’s  meaning  is  just  that  ?

NICKNAMES.   teo  ,  teddy  .

PREFERRED  NAME.   teo  .

BIRTH  DATE.   january  thirty  first  .

AGE.   twenty  .

ZODIAC.    aquarius   .

GENDER.   cis  male  .

PRONOUNS.   he  and  him  .

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION.   heterosexual  .

HAIR  COLOR.    a  soft  chestnut  brown  ,  develops  almost  blonde  streaks  during  the  summer  season  .

EYE  COLOR.   blue  ,  in  certain  lights  they  tend  to  look  more  on  the  grey  side.

DOMINANT  HAND.   right  .

HEIGHT.  five  ft  eleven  .

USUAL  EXPRESSION.    in  the  center  of  those  who  share  the  same  elite  title  as  his  ,  boredom  drips  from  his  features                  evidence  in  rosy  lips  that  remain  in  a  straight  line  and  hues  that  search  the  room  for  anything  to  rid  him  of  the  suffering   .   if  you  happen  to  catch  him  in  a  presence  of  non  royals  ,  or  even  those  he  simply  just  cares  about   ,  a  light  will  awaken  in  brunette  features  .  a  arrogant  smile  and  trouble  screaming  in  his  eyes  .

TATTOOS.   none  .

PIERCINGS.   none  .

DRUGS  /  ALCOHOL  /  SMOKING.   yes  to  all  of  the  above  .

LINKS.  pinterest  (  i  still  had  a  lot  to  add  but  just  so  yous  have  it  )

*  AESTHETICS  .

calloused  digits  pulling  at  bronze  locks  .    unread  text  messages  .   diamonds   covering  pearly  whites  .    bright  lights  .    a  racing  pulse  .    thunder  disturbing  pleasant  dreams  .   arrogance  spilling  into  rosy  lips  .   bruised  knuckles  .   skin  covered  in  love  bites  .    messy  sheets  .    burned  cigarettes   .  

*  DON’T  GET  CUT  ON  MY  EDGES  

                    the  contagious   echo  of  your  laughter  ,      tiny  footsteps  that  dance  across  polished  floors  .  even  as   a  small  child  house  rules  and  expectations  could  not  contain  you  .   you  ran  to  FREEDOM  ,  escaping  the  hands  of  servants  that  warned  you  of  the  consequences  .    silky  pajamas  that  clung  to  your  body  as  you  raced  from  room  to  room  ,  finding  the  excitement  you  so  desperately  craved  .   when  masculine  arms   caught  you  ,  you  presented  innocent  expressions  and  that  charming  smile  older  women  swore  would  be  the  cause  of  heart  breaks  among  many  when  you  were  older  .  in  return  ,  you  were  always  greeted  with  false  sternness  and  a  head  shake   that  spoke  for  itself  ,  you  were  going  to  be  TROUBLE  .  

star  filled  eyes  and  crowds  that  parted  ways  for  you  ,  SOVEREIGNTY  wasn’t  a  term  you  were  old  enough  to  understand  yet  but  it  was  carved  into  your  skin  .  the comments  that  floated  above  your  head  then  ,  did  not  bother  you   .  sculpted  by  the  hands  of  gods  ,  young  teodore  ,  you were  DESTINED  for  greatness  .  you  never  knew  exactly  why  ,  but  understood  enough  from  the  looks  others  gave  you  that  you  were  of  importance  .  it  didn’t  take  long  for  you  to  catch  on   however   ,  no  .  as  much  as  you  have  everyone  fooled  ,  you’ve  always  been  a  smart  boy  .  though  concealed  ,  rather  use  that  space  in  your  head  not  for  irreverent  facts  that  held  no  interest  to  you  but  how  to  get  away  with  murder  and  come  out  unscratched  .  

because  of  that  ,  disappointment  and  disapproval  came  early  for  you  .  you  were  a  wild  soul  stuck  in  a  PRISONERS  body  .  escaping  only  to  be  caught  when  the  sun  rose  and  the  light  of  dawn  gave  away  the  pillows  disguised  as  you  .   you  rolled  pretty  blue  hues  and  stood  your  grounds  at  the  bark  of  orders  .    STUBBORN  ,  aren’t  you  ?      ungrateful   is  what  they  called  you   .   shoved  their  fingers  in  your  face  and  raved  about  how  you  were  a  disgrace  ;  but  if  there  was  one  thing  you  ever  listened  to  that  was  worth  anything  it  was  to  let  words  bounce  off  of  you  .   you  always  thought  you  were  UNTOUCHABLE  ,    evidence  in  the  form  of  ,  “   shove  it  !    “  .    

estranged  relationship  rooted  in  lectures  that  reminded  you  that  you  would  never  be  what  people  wanted  you  to  be             even  the  sting  of  red  marks  painted  across  your  skin  could  not shake  the  recklessness  that  sat  on  your  shoulders  .     no   .  instead  you  allowed  it  to  create  an  ocean  between  you   ,    questions  about  a  place  you  did  not  feel  as  though  you  belonged  to  dismissed  faster  then  they  could  leave  lips   .     you’d  never  admit  it  ,  how  LONELY  it  could  be  .  hide  it  behind  a  cocky  smile  and  the  sound  of  your  heart  beating  in  your  ears   .      hand  over  chest  just  to  feel  it  ,  the  adrenaline  .     like  as  long  as  you  had  it  ,  you’d  never  be  alone  .    privileged  with  a  lifestyle  without  boundaries                          you  would  take  advantage  of  everything  it  had  to  offer   .    a  life  full  of  no  regrets  ,  just  a  lifetime  of  memories  you’d  never  forget  .

tear  stained  cheeks  ,    grief  became  a  new    friend               whispered  in  your  ear  until  you  understood  what  it  was  like  to  grieve  a  relationship  you  would  now  never  get  to  form   .    the  lost  of  your  father  didn’t  hurt  as  much  as  the  lost  a  future  with  him  ,  did  it  ?   distractions   were  something  you  yearned  for   ,    slurred  words  and  feet  that  forgot  how  to  walk  was  the  answer   .    hide  sadness  behind   impulsive  decisions   ,    mistakes  behind  black  colored  frames    .    gravity  was  sinning   ,   it  held  you   up   .     your  father  was  no  longer  here  ,  but  you  were  still  ALIVE   .  you  made  sure  to  remind  yourself  of  that   .     the  same  old  teodore  ,  that’s  what  the  headlines  said  .  not  even  the  death  of  your  father  could  calm  reckless  ways   

it  got  easier  ,   in  a  way  .  and  soon  ,    you  escaped   .   ignored  phone  calls  and  indulged  in  a  culture  unlike  yours   .  a  fresh  of  breath  air  you  reported  on  the  phone  when  older  siblings  threatened   that  if  you  didn’t  answer  they’d  send  someone  after  you  .     made  up  stories  about  classes  you  rarely  attended  and  left  out  details  about  friends  that  were  no  good  for  you   .    ignorant  to  the  world  you  grew  up  in  ...   but  nothing  lasts  forever  does  it  ?    because  you  ,  teodore  vincenzo  di  savoia  ,  are  home  . 

[monsterlovinghours]

Incubus!Beej angst where reader gets upset because ‘you only want to be around me when you’re hungry!’ And beej can’t deny it but then when they storm off he realises he actually has deeper feelings, something rare for a demon like him. Reader probably comes back later anywhere from tipsy to totally smashed, and beej takes care of them and reminds them that they’re /his/ pet breather and he does really care about them, why else would he not want to feed on anyone else?Your writing is amazing btw

all aboard the feels train

Rain pattered against the window, blown against the glass by cold gusts of wind. You could feel the chill outside through the glass, the branches of the tree and your hands shaking to the same irregular rhythm, as if the gale outside was blowing through you as well, whistling through the empty parts of you. You wondered as you watched the rain how emptiness could ache so much. 

Today had been hard. He was gone when you woke up, you didn’t know when he would be back, and you had been gutted to realize that you missed him. It had been a few weeks since Beetlejuice had first appeared in your dreams, filling your head with erotic promises, cajoling whispers, visions of obscene acts that made you moan and writhe in the bed. You had no choice but to surrender, to end the sweet torture by whispering his name three times, and open your eyes to the very real incubus crawling over you. Every day since then had been occupied by him, plans you had made abandoned to appease his seemingly bottomless hunger. Never in your life had you ever felt so desired, so wanted, but in the spare moments when he let you out of his sight to clean up or change the sheets, you had to steady yourself, take a deep breath and remind yourself that this wasn’t the same thing as love. His lust was born out of necessity, not from any real emotion; you were a source of nourishment, and that was the extent of it. There would be no point in trying to look for something that wasn’t there, or to develop feelings for someone who could never return them. Sound advice, but you could no more stop yourself from growing attached to him than you could stop the earth from turning. When you had roused from sleep, the taste of him still etched on your lips and your thighs still sticky with his spend, to find your bed cold and empty, your eyes stung and your chest ached. You almost said his name, almost called him back to you, but something stopped you, a small but insistent voice.

He left because he doesn’t care. 

He got his fill of you and now he’s moved on. 

You’re pathetic, clinging to any shred of attention just so you can fool yourself into thinking someone wants you. 

Don’t humiliate yourself. Suck it up and accept that you’ll always be alone.

So you had stayed silent, moping about the house as the stormclouds began gathering outside, finally folding yourself against the window to watch the rain fall. It was easier here, somehow, with your cheek against the cold glass; it was easy to pretend it was the rain that made you sad, the gloom outside that brought the tears to your eyes, and not the gaping loneliness.

When you felt a hand on your shoulder, sweeping your hair to the side to expose your neck, still covered in his marks, for a brief moment, you felt a tiny flicker of hope. At the press of his mouth just beneath your ear, his hands dropping to curve in your waist, that flicker died out, and your hurt tripled. He was just hungry again. That was the only reason he returned. Biting your lip, you shrugged away from him, willing the tears back. Beetlejuice huffed, then wrapped his arms around your middle and dragged you back against him, teeth scraping across the juncture of neck and shoulder. Suddenly, that cold, emptiness turned scorching, anger at his casual use of you searing through your nerves, and you jerked out of his grasp. 

“Leave me alone.”

He growled. “What’s your problem, snack cake?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Fucking clearly.” He grabbed your arm, turning you to face him and yanking you forward, spilling you against him. “What’s with the cold shoulder all of a sudden? You didn’t seem to mind being touched last night-”

You couldn’t help yourself. Your hand felt cold, numb as you drew it back and slapped him hard across the face. Shocked, his grip loosened, and you backed away from him, your face contorted in uncharacteristic rage. 

“I said, leave me alone!” You remembered what he had said that first night, smirking down at you, hand outstretched but not quite touching you. I can’t take what isn’t offered. “I revoke my consent!”

He snarled, but stayed where he was, hands clenching and unclenching uselessly at his sides. “Start talking, feeder. What the fuck’s gotten into you?”

“Why the fuck do you care?” You shot back, eyes narrowed, shaking from head to toe. “Don’t insult me by pretending to care; you don’t give a shit about how I feel and you never have. The only reason you’re even here is because you’re hungry!”

He had the decency to look a little taken aback, brows furrowed in confusion. “Well...yeah. I’m an incubus, babe, this is how it works. You know that.”

Knowing it was one thing. Hearing him say it out loud was another, and you couldn’t stop your lip from trembling or your breath from hitching in your chest. He tried taking a step towards you, but you skittered back, wanting to stay as far from him as possible. You couldn’t take it, you couldn’t stay here another minute, couldn’t bear to even look at him; you turned on your heel and ran for the door, bolting outside and into the rain, ignoring his shouts for you to wait, to come back and talk to him, dammit! The door slammed, leaving him alone in your empty, silent house.

Beetlejuice paced in front of the windows, the floorboards creaking beneath him, hair that had been baleful crimson before now a deep, bruise-colored violet. You had been gone for hours. He growled to himself, and although the sound was angry, not a hint of red appeared in his hair. He couldn’t find it in himself to be mad; if anything, he was worried. Worried about a silly human feeder out in the rain, and wasn’t that absurd? Why should he care what happened to you? Why did the thought of you storming off with tears in your eyes make his chest hurt? Why hadn’t he gone after you? His hands raked back through his hair, not used to the strange tumble of different emotions crashing through him, not sure that he particularly liked feeling this way. This wasn’t how these things were supposed to go; he had certainly never felt this way about any other human he’d fed from. Maybe...maybe it wasn’t just hunger that led him back to you. Maybe it was...something else? Something he couldn’t name, didn’t want to name. 

He heard the door open, and saw you tumble through the doorway, soaked to the skin and swaying on the spot. Swearing beneath his breath, he rushed to you, ignoring the burn on his palms as he touched you, steadied you. You were mumbling something, your words slurred and garbled and indecipherable, and Beetlejuice rolled his eyes as he caught the strong smell of hundred proof whiskey on your breath. “Fucking hell, snack cake, what did you go and do that for?”

“Rather be drunk than be sad,” you slurred, leaning against him. In your inebriated state, you couldn’t give consent to be touched, and every contact burned, but he grit his teeth and picked you up regardless, ignoring the faint sizzling of his skin as he brought you to your bed. He laid you out on the blanket, knowing it would be nearly impossible for him to remove your wet clothes, and settled for draping two more blankets over the top of you, lying over your form and hoping that his weight would warm you. At least now, you didn’t seem to protest his nearness, and for that, he was grateful. Beetlejuice sighed, the violet in his hair fading back to green at the roots. 

“If I wasn’t already dead, I’d say you’re going to put me in an early grave,” he muttered. His tail swished through the air as he watched you grow still and silent under the blankets, drifting off into alcohol-assisted slumber. He could only imagine the headache you were going to have when you woke tomorrow. “Jesus, babe...I’m supposed to be the messy one.” His mouth quirked in a dry smile, unsure if you could still hear him, if you could understand him. “You’re the good one here, the one with your shit together. I’m a thousand year old demon with mommy issues who has to fuck to survive. And I can’t even do that right.” What had begun to fade to green now turned deep blue, and he lowered his cheek to your blanket-covered shoulder. “I’m not supposed to have feelings for my food. I’m not supposed to worry about you. But you...you’re mine, you know? I want to keep you. My own little pet breather.” He chuckled, but the sound was devoid of humor. “I don’t wanna feed on anyone else. No one else tastes like you do, no one else...makes me feel things the way you do.” He buried his face in the blankets, a frustrated sound muffled among them. “You’re not even going to remember this, you’re going to wake up tomorrow and still hate me, but fuck it, I’m not leaving again. If you’re gonna hate me, I’m gonna stick around and take it. I’d rather have your hate than your nothing.”

[jbbuckybarnes]

Distant Connection - 2/11

Pairing: Bucky x Harmonia (OC) Warnings: a bit of angst, a lot of domestic fluff Summary: After an unknown group of goons took her mom’s life and tried to get her for the dark magic powers she possesses, this untaught witch is saved by the Avengers and brought to the compound where her new life unfolds.

MASTERLIST || Distant Connection Masterlist

Harmony was about to see the student area of the Stark Tower for the first time. Tony provided all the kids with wifi, laptops, food, medical help and tutoring there. She overheard it in a few conversations and she really wanted to draw in an environment like this again and also learn more about her witchcraft.

As she walked in she could see a lot of concentrated students sitting on laptops and others sitting together talking. She walked into the little laptop area with all the desks to see Steve sitting there drawing concentrated. There weren’t a lot of students in there and most of them had headphones on so she sat down beside him with a “Looks beautiful.” His head went up and he gave her a soft smile back “Thanks. Still trying to get into all the new markers from this time.” He had drawn a pink Starbucks drink with alcohol markers, the page he was currently working on was a view of a NYC street and he was painting with gouache. “Can I join your little art session?” she asked pulling out a watercolor sketchbook and watercolor from her backpack. “Of course. What’s your art project today?” he asked after finishing another window. “You…...that sounded like I was flirting. I was not. Just need to get better at watercoloring humans.” she chuckled. They both looked down and worked on their little projects for a while. “I heard you called me big energy ball?” he said and couldn’t take himself serious. “Yup, the outside finally fits the mindset.” she giggled with him. “You changed something in James’ mind?” he asked a bit softer about the thing he overheard. “I tried to bring more positive memories in the main focus again. You were doing a lot of dumb shit in the 30s and 40s” she smiled at him because he had stopped to listen to her. “I was...I can’t even lie about the fact that I wasn’t much different back then. A little less mature, but now I’m just that with the actual body fitting to the mind of a tiny human taking on the world alone.” he laughed about himself. “I saw some of the memories. They were hilarious.” she was thankful that it was way easier to talk to him than she expected.

“Can you...do that with me too?” he asked curious. “Yes, but that means I see everything you saved into your long term memory.” she said a little more awkward. “Oh please don’t tell me you saw all of the assassin stuff...please…” he was concerned for her and looking at her frowning. “I did...that was my first try. It was a spontaneous thing.” she went back into shy mode but he pulled her onto his lap to give her a big hug. “Don’t do it with Nat, Sam or Tony. They are good people but that would hurt you more than you could probably take.” he mumbled against her forehead. “Do you still want me to do it?” she looked up at him. “Only if you’re comfortable with it...why does this sound like we’re talking about something different.” he realized all of a sudden and both started laughing. “Something’s still off about the painting.” he said pointing towards it trying to change the subject. “I think you just need to feel out the colors better. Darker gouache tends to dry lighter and lighter gouache tends to dry darker. Should’ve done a color test. But I think you need to correct the glass reflection on the ground floor here a little bit.” she gave him advice still sitting on his lap. “Would you stand up, or?” he gestured at her initial seat. She reseated. “Hmpf, was so comfortable for once,” she said with a fake pout and got a chuckle back.

After correcting his painting in silence he put down his brush and looked over at Harmony doing her second painting which made the first one fully visible to him. “Simple but I can definitely see it’s me.” he said smiling at it. “Just the first layer. Needs another one or two.” she smiled while painting her flower. “You wanna draw something into my notebook?” he asked a little bit more shy. “Like a notebook switch? Sure.” she said finishing her last petal before turning to him and interchanging the notebooks. He grabbed some normal pencils and an eraser before leaning over the next page while she grabbed some of his alcohol markers to start drawing one of the memories she saw in James’ mind of young and small Steve. There was a comfortable silence between them and the only thing audible were the laptops of some of the students around them and the kids laughing outside of the computer room. He made sure she couldn’t see what he drew with his pencils and was way too concentrated to look over at her beautiful 40s painting.

After about 30 minutes both of them finished their drawings almost in sync and looked up at each other. They put both of them between each other and held their breath for a second. “You drew me? Wow. That’s...so detailed.” she said in awe before reading the little note below “for the small energy ball, from the big energy ball ❤” “This is the cutest thing ever.” she said while giving him a hug and he was so concentrated on her liking it that he looked at her drawing just now over her shoulder while breaking the hug again. “You drew me from Bucky’s eyes?” he was in awe, this was a gift so rare that he couldn't grasp it. Seeing through someone else’s eyes was almost impossible but she put it into a drawing. “When I went through his mind this is one of the memories I made clearer for him again. I think it’s very you.” she said soft and with her guard up. “Wow. I remember that day. We got in big trouble for spending all our money on unhealthy stuff but the whole day was so much fun.” he smiled down at his notebook with the most genuine smile in weeks. “You have such an unique bond. I wanted to put that into a drawing.” she said fidgeting with her fingers. “You two also have a very different connection. I’ve never seen him protect someone like that.” he tried to look into her eyes but they stayed on her hands. “I feel like he’s the only person that can relate to how I feel and also keep me save, you know?” she said very vulnerable. He grabbed her hands and made her look up at him, “I might not be able to relate but I would definitely keep you save too.” A weak smile formed on her lips and a slight nod gave him an answer.

“Can I see the rest of your sketchbook?” she ask shyly again and he grabbed it and put it on her lap with a smile. She grabbed it and slowly went from page to page. There were a lot of 40s related paintings but also a lot of new ones. He drew James and Natasha a lot, sometimes the whole team, there was a little sketch with all of them sitting at the kitchen table laughing, a drawing of her and James when they sat in the corner of the common room, food with recipe notes, a page filled with uniform designs, a sketch of Peggy Carter, a watercolor painting of Grand Central Station, two hands holding each other, a bruised Thor and a closeup of his hammer, a street in Brooklyn back in the day. He didn’t seem to use the notebook chronological and just opened a page and started creating. Meanwhile he looked at her notebook. The outside was filled with stickers of potions, black cats and flowers. She was into witchcraft before she knew she was gifted.

There were a lot of watercolor and marker drawings, her mom, the campus of Syracuse University, a stranger in a coffee shop, part of what looked like her room, two people kissing, fashion sketches, crystals and moons, braided hair, two people hugging, a collage of the different parts of her outfit, sneakers, a sketch of the library in the compound, a sketch of James, an unfinished sketch of what happened to her mother, a sketch of sleeping James, a detailed painting of hands doing blue magic, a painting of James with black eyes and a smile, a sketch of the common area, the flower she just painted, the first layer of the painting she made of him and the sketch he made of her. She was very organized in the way she drew. 

She looked at his concentrated face and noticed he finished going through the sketches but showed him the last page of the notebook. There was a big sticker of his shield on the little pocket in the back of the book that held little nicnacs. He looked at her with a smile and a little bit of pride “Was that always there?” he asked. “Yeah.” she said smiling back at him, taking her sketchbook back. The moment was interrupted with a 10th grader coming into the room looking straight at them. “Could you help us with world war stuff? We’ve been sitting here trying to get it into our heads and…” Steve smiled and nodded.

He left his stuff with Harmony which started doodling little things onto another page. A little shield, a bit of magical stuff, hearts, stars, moons, dots and a little note. *Always prefered you over Stark. Thought you wanted to know. Guess I have a soft spot for old grandpa Avengers. -small energy ball* After looking around at the concentrated students she picked up her brush again and started doing the second layer of her painting of him.

“Harmony?” she heard from a computer voice above. “Yeah?” she said a bit weirded out. She still wasn’t used to FRIDAY at all. “Captain Rogers has been called to the compound for a mission and asks if you could bring his belongings with you back to the compound.” the voice asked. “Sure. Tell him to stay safe.” she said with a little smile. “I will make sure to do so, Harmony.” the voice stopped. Once of the students had took his headphones out to listen to the interaction and got a shy smile from Harmony. “You are allowed to take his things with you?” she asked in awe. “I’m just bringing them back where they belong, I guess.” Harmony answered softly. “Can I ask you something?” the girl, probably around 16, asked. “Uuuh, sure.” she smiled. “Is he really as serious as everyone thinks. He seemed to be very childish and funny with you.” she asked with a nervous voice and a shy smile. “Nooo, he is a total dork but he knows when to be serious. If you ever have a problem with anything just ask him. He’s super nice and wants everyone to feel comfortable.” a smile came across the lips of both females. Harmony continued to put his sketchbook and art supplies into her bag, stood up and grabbed a bottle of water and a pack of chips from the food shelves behind her before turning around. “See you around?” she asked the girl and got a smile and a nod back before she walked out of the room and made her way back to the compound.

[cancerousjojian]

eddie brock fluff alphabet!

a/n: i saw venom again last night and was DYING to write some eddie fluff. also please send me eddie requets because i’m literally in love with this man so LET”S GET ONTO IT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Eddie loves your eyes. They’re the perfect color, and they always seem to reflect your mood. He loves your legs, and how the skin there is always so soft. You think his smile is adorable.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Well, yes and no. After he’d just gotten his life back together after the whole Life Foundation thing, he wouldn’t want to have a baby quite yet. Also with the whole monster-living-inside-him situation, that’s something to consider.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He cuddles you like a koala. Seriously. He wraps his arms around your torso, and hooks his legs around yours, bringing your entire body closer to his. Eddie would never admit it, but he loves to be the little spoon as well. It’s actually quite endearing.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

So fun and unique! He takes you places around town you’ve never heard of that end up being phenomenal. He once took you to a hole-in-the-wall sushi restaurant for one of your first dates, and it ended up being one of your favorite places to go to on date night. Eddie actually exceptionally well at planning dates. It surprises you sometimes.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my rock.” Thats one that you hear a lot from Eddie. He’s always telling you how you were the only thing that made him keep going every day, you were the light at the end of his tunnel. You didn’t know it at the time, obviously. But Eddie swore up and down that you were his good luck charm.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

There was one time where he got hurt, really really bad. His face was a scarred mess, his hands were bruised and bleeding and his knuckles were busted. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and you were crouched down next to him. You had a first aid kit sprawled out on the cold tile floor, tending to his wounds. He was so thankful for you in that moment, how you so delicately cared for him. He fell in love with you at that moment.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Listen. Eddie is so gentle with you. Like all the time. He almost doesn’t know how to behave any other way around you. It’s not that he feels he has to be gentle with you, it’s that he wants to. You’re the only calm part of his life, he feels like sometimes. That’s not to say that there isn’t a dark side to him. Of course there is, thanks to Venom. That dark side is rarely released, as Eddie does his best to reason with him.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Constantly and intimately. When you’re walking, laying in bed, driving. You hands usually sit in his lap and he traces the edges of your fingers with his free hand.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He thought you were awkward, kind of shy. Which you were, but only because you developed a major crush on him instantly. You thought he was dorky and cute, which proved to be constant through the duration of your relationship.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not really. He doesn’t have anything to be jealous about. He gets insecure sometimes, but that’s about it. You’re the same way. You both feel secure in your relationship.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

A kiss from Eddie starts with a knowing look and a smirk. He leans in incredibly slow, forcing you to complete the gap between your lips. His kisses are warm and passionate. They seem to spark something in the pit of your stomach every time. You initiated the first kiss, though, since Eddie was too cautious of losing you to make a move just yet.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Eddie did. So much for not going too fast. He actually was talking to Venom and you overheard it. “Yes, we love her... No, I can’t tell her yet!” You happened to hear from the other room. You waited for him to tell you properly before you said anything about it.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

He remembers once when he couldn’t sleep. He had a huge interview the next day, and was too anxious to rest. You found him to be awake in the middle of the night, sitting alone at the kitchen table. You made him a nice mug of chamomile tea to help him sleep, and massaged his shoulders until he could relax. He loves moments like those.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Eddie spoils you when he can, yeah. He doesn’t so much as spoil you with tangible items rather than experiences. He takes you on business endeavors with him whenever he can so you can experience the world with him. It’s really sweet.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Neutral colors remind you of him. Black, grey, white. It’s just kind of his aesthetic. But yellow also reminds you of him, because it carries the same energy as his personality. Reds and blues remind him of you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

You call each other babe, obviously. In the privacy of your own home, he’s partial to calling you more cliche pet names like sweetie, honey, darling. Of which Venom makes fun of him for, obviously.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Polaroids. Taking polaroids of you, specifically. You brought a vintage one home one day. You found it at a thrift store and decided to buy it to show Eddie. You tested it out on him, so now he loves using to take pictures of you when you look especially beautiful, he claims.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On rainy days, he likes to stay in and hang out with you. He wants nothing more than that. He curls up with you and watches marathons of old TV shows that don’t come on anymore. Sometimes he’ll put on a song and bop around the kitchen with you. It’s cheesy, but you love it.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He cheers himself up by distracting himself with work. Or, he’ll read a book. When all else fails, he turns to you. You’ll come over and make his favorite meal, which never fails to cheer him up in any situation.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Everything and nothing. Some of your best conversations occur when you’re laying in bed, about to go to sleep. Pillow talk became a nightly occurrence for you and Eddie. You would start off talking about your days, and your conversation would evolve into something completely different. All of the sudden, you’re talking about New York vs Chicago style pizza, or something of that nature.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You always know how to help him relax. When he’s stressed, you cuddle up with him at the end of the day and knead his back, his shoulders, to relieve the tension built up there. When you do this, he find himself sleeping soundly in minutes.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He’s proud of you and your relationship. He likes to show off your relationship without exploiting it. He does this through small displays of affection out in public; holding hands, kisses on cheeks, etc.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Eddie thinks about marrying you all the time. He can’t wait to propose to you. He does it one night after a really sweet and planned out date. He does it inside your house, actually. He was fat too nervous to do it in public, he also wanted it to be intimate. He planned on asking you as soon as you got home, but he hesitated because he was so nervous. You went to the bathroom, already in pjs, to brush your teeth and get ready for bed when you heard Eddie whispering to himself in the living room. When you turned to see what was going on, Eddie was on knee in front of you with the ring in his hand. You were both so happy. Your night didn’t end until hours later if you know what I mean. *wink wink*

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Your Love - The Outfield. It came on over the speakers of your diner on your guys’ first date and you both claimed how much you each loved the song.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes. Eddie wanted to marry you pretty much from the day you met. He planned on him proposing for a while, he always knew he was going to marry you.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

You guys adopt a cat together. You find it roaming the streets one day, and it followed you home. You brought it home to Eddie, which he was a little apprehensive of keeping it at first. After begging him over and over to let you keep the cat, he finally caves. You name her Boots.

[ilovemesomekillianjones]

Happenstance 4

A/N: I’m glad there are a few of you enjoying this story, the reviews here, ffnet and ao3 make me squee. @csmarchmadness thank you for kicking me into gear so I could finish this story. @hookedonapirate  thank you for being my second and all seeing set of eyes. I want to give a shout out to @kmomof4  whose live reviews and reblog reviews are food to my writer’s soul. You are the sweetest of sweets!

Summary: Killian and Emma become a little closer as Emma opens herself up by confiding in Killian about her past.

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Chapter 4

As the adrenaline began to wear off, Emma’s ankle and hip began to throb, she’d fallen harder than she thought. “Can we stop for a minute.”

“Aye, everything okay?”

The pain was radiating throughout her ankle, but she put on a strong face, not wanting to appear weak. “Yeah, I’ll be fine, just let me rest for a minute.”

When they attempted to start back to Ingrid’s he noticed she was limping. “Come here, Swan.”

“What?”

He stepped in close and unceremoniously swept her into his arms.

“Killian! Put me down,” she laughed, “I’m fine.”

“No you’re not, you’re limping. If you continue to walk on it, you’ll just make it worse. Let me carry you home, we’ll get some ice on it.”

She nodded, looking at him and knowing there was no use arguing.

When they arrived home Killian put her down just before entering the house. “What, you’re not going to carry me over the threshold?”

“Maybe one day,” he joked right back, delighting in the small blush that colored her cheeks.

“I want to shower before I go to bed,” she said, “you can go first if you want.”

“Go ahead,” he answered. He walked to the kitchen and made a few ice packs wrapped in dish towels, then he put them on her nightstand. He was still worked up from the evening’s events, so he headed out back to clear his mind. He was so proud of her for ending things, especially that she’d done it of her own accord. Apparently that is what she’d needed to speak to Neal about tonight. He was angry that he hadn’t walloped the shit out of the bastard though. Breathing deeply, he began to relax his frayed nerves, choosing instead to focus on the fact that everything had turned out okay in the end.

~~~

After his shower, he decided to check in on Emma. Figuring she’d be asleep, he quietly opened her door. She had her back to the door, and her hair was still a wet, tangled mess from her shower. He shook his head, chuckling at the fun that would be for her tomorrow. He quieted when she rolled over and looked at him.

“Sorry, love, did I wake you?”

“No, I haven’t gone to sleep yet, trying to let it all soak in. What were you laughing at?”

“At how much fun you’ll have brushing out that golden rat’s nest.”

She just rolled her eyes. “I’m going to brush it, I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Far be it from me to interrupt your nightly routine. Good night, Swan.”

“Killian?” She waited for him to make eye contact.

Stunned by the openness and vulnerability in her eyes, he nodded silently, encouraging her to say whatever she needed to say to him.

“Stay? Please.”

He nodded again, stepping into her room and closing the door behind him. Killian sat on the floor next to her bed. “May I have a pillow, or am I to sleep on the cold hard ground?”

Emma looked at him, brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“I’m attempting to lay down, possibly get comfortable if you wish me to stay,” he answered, friendly sarcasm lacing his tone.

“Umm, yes, I want you to stay,” she laughed at his misunderstanding, and lifted up the blankets on her bed. “Come on, there’s plenty of room,” she patted the spot next to her, “I promise I don’t snore or flail in my sleep.”

Killian felt warmth creeping up his neck at the prospect of sleeping in the same bed as her. But if she could handle it so nonchalantly, then so could he. He grinned, noticing she was using the ice packs, as he crawled in next to her. “Nice jammies, Swan,” he teased.

“Shut up,” she grumbled, looking down at her Peter Pan themed pj’s. She’d always had a soft spot for the Neverland crew and all the lost children. In her opinion, the real villains were Tinkerbelle, the spiteful fairy, and Pan, the manboy himself.

Emma wanted to wipe that smirk right off Killian's face. Instead, she reached out to touch the puffy bruise that had started to form along his jawline. “You’re not going to be so devilishly handsome if you don’t get some ice on this.” She sat up, removing the ice pack from her hip, then delicately placed it over his bruise. Grabbing the brush off her nightstand, Emma brushed her hair quickly, then turned out the light and snuggled back into her blankets.

They lay facing each other in the pale light of the street lamp. Maybe the darkness was what gave her the courage she suddenly felt.

“You once asked me why I stayed with Neal.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, I wanted to try to explain that to you.”

“You don’t ha-”

“I want to.” Emma paused for a minute to gather her thoughts. “I stayed with him for exactly the reason that he mentioned tonight. I didn’t think there was anything better out there for someone like me.”

“What does someone like you mean?”

She closed her eyes, feeling the embarrassment burn at her cheeks, even in the darkness. “An orphan, unwanted by own her parents. We were found on the side of the road, is the only thing I remember hearing. They didn’t even care enough to take us to a hospital, or a church, or a goddamn gas station.”

He wanted to interrupt, wondering who she meant by we, but he dared not stop this rare glimpse into her life before they’d met.

“If that wasn’t shitty enough,” she said, bitterness coloring her tone, “when I was almost 3, a family adopted me… they only took me, not my brother.”

Killian could see the tears falling from her closed eyes, making their way down her cheeks. Cradling her face in his palm, he smoothed away a tear. Then he hugged her, surrounding her in his embrace, wanting to soothe her and hoping it would be enough.

“For a year we were a real family. I remember missing my brother so badly at first, but I selfishly forgot about him, the color of his eyes, his hair, even his name. They took me for a fucking year, then they decided to give me back, no explanation.” A harsh sob escaped, wracking her body. “I was dumped back into the system, and the worst part was my brother was gone. I never found him again, Killian.” Her breathing was shallow and erratic, as if she couldn’t get control, and her words were frenzied as she continued her tale. “I couldn’t even remember a name to tell them so they could look for my brother. That family only took me, and I had the nerve to feel abandoned by him, and then he disappeared forever. Maybe if they had taken both of us, we would still have each other, maybe then-”

“Emma, you were 3, you had no choice in anything that happened to you, or your brother.” Killian wanted her to see the illogical blame she was placing on herself. He could feel his own tears burning his eyes, as he thought about a little Emma, abandoned time and again. “Shhh, I’ve got you, Swan” he whispered as he tried to comfort his friend, she was balled up, eyes still squeezed shut, and shaking.

“Did I ever tell you I gave myself the name Swan?” Emma looked up at him then, eyes puffy, red-rimmed, and wet with more tears.

Killian’s eyes had adjusted to the dimness and he could see that her eyes were almost clear they were so glassy. She had never been more beautiful than in this moment of utter vulnerability. “You did not.”

“The family who adopted me was the Browns. When I went back into the system, I’d forgotten my actual last name, and the records were all lost in transit to a new facility, so I remained Emma Brown. I was never taken in by another family. My real family didn’t want me, the Browns didn’t want me, so what did it really matter what my name was?

Years later, at one of my group homes before Ingrid, there was a pond not too far away. I’d go there to get away from the other kids, I would watch the swans. There was one that stood out, she had a scar along her neck, but she was still beautiful. Every time she’d try to swim with the group, they would chase her off. I knew what she felt like, not being wanted, but then in the blink of an eye, something miraculous happened. She flew away. She didn’t look back. She left it all behind. I never saw her again, and I wanted to be that swan.” Emma’s voice broke again. “I wished more than anything that I could just fly away. I decided then that my new name would be Emma Swan, and I would fly away just as soon as I could.”

Emma looked up at Killian realizing how much she’d just revealed. He now knew more about her than everyone else in her life combined. “Sorry, I’m rambling,” she murmured as embarrassment burned along her cheeks.

“I quite enjoy listening to you, lass.”

“My original point was, last year when I met Neal, all I knew was that no one had ever wanted me, and he did. I didn’t care that it was unhealthy.”

Fury trembled under his skin for the hardships she’d faced, indignation rankled him for the incompetence that had led her to becoming a lost girl, and his heart broke for her. She had buried her face against his chest again, taking comfort, he hoped, in what would always be the shoulder he’d provide her. “Emma,” he whispered. When she still didn’t look at him he tried again, “Emma.”

She finally opened her eyes, willing herself to trust that he understood, and wouldn’t pity her.

“Who you are has no bearing on why those people aren’t in your life. Who you are has nothing to do with how Neal treated you. You deserve better. That is their fault, and their loss, not yours.” And even though he knew firsthand exactly how she felt, he knew with certainty what he said was true.  

“How do you know that?”

“Because I know you,” he stated simply.

“I’m being serious,” she huffed.

“So am I. Don’t ever sell yourself short, Emma. You are worth someone’s unconditional love, someone’s whole heart. I promise.”

Emma’s tears overflowed again, but for a different reason this time. A small smile pulled at her lips, even through the tears. Not knowing exactly why his words rang true, she couldn’t think of anything else to say, other than to thank him. “Thank you, Killian. I think that’s the best thing anyone has ever said to me.” She hugged him tight, trying to say more through body language than she could verbally. Letting go of him and drying her eyes she felt a tingle of something she hadn’t for quite some time. Hope. “Maybe you’re right.”

They lay in silence a few moments before she spoke again, “Now you know my story, when do I get to know yours?”

“It’s actually quite boring, so if you’re looking for a tale to put you to sleep, I’ll tell you.”

Emma knew he used humor as a deflection, just like she normally used her mile high walls. “That’s okay, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, Emma. I will tell you, just give me time,” Killian said, sincerity clear in his tone. Eventually, he thought, eventually he would tell her everything.

“Okay, when you’re ready to talk about it, I’m here.”

“Thank you,” he answered, relieved that she understood he was not trying to shut her out.

“I should be thanking you, Killian. Thank you for the best birthday ever, and for being there tonight when I needed you.” Still in his embrace, Emma pulled her arm out from between them and wrapped it around him, hugging him tightly.

“Happy Birthday, Emma,” he murmured.

“When is your birthday?” she asked him.

“Still a couple months off, old lady.”

Emma elbowed him as best she could, “I am not old!”

“Oi, no need for violence, it’s in December,” he chuckled at her little outburst.

“December what?”

“December 31st, why?”

“I don’t know when my real birthday is. This is the day that the Brown family took me home. It was like a new beginning, and they told me it was my birthday. Since all my records were lost, I just decided to keep this day.”

Killian held his friend a little tighter, not knowing how to respond to her admission.

They fell asleep not quite understanding, but marveling in the comfort they felt, something reminiscent of home, whatever that was.

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[fernwehbookworm]

Woke The F*ck Up- Chapter 12

Kara threw herself into both her jobs. The gym opened and so she was training people during the day and hunting Cadmus at night. She stopped even bothering to go to her apartment. When her lease ended two weeks after the break up she just moved everything into storage instead of renewing it, keeping the essentials and living in the Super Cave. Alex grew worried, dragging Kara to her apartment once a week for movie nights that usually ended in both sisters drinking. And crying.

Alex was slowly getting over Maggie but it still sucked, loving someone and knowing they loved you but being torn apart by different futures. After the crying, Kara usually painted. Most the time she didn’t remember them but she would wake to paint splattered on her clothes and hands in Alex’s spare room. Most of the time they were of Lena in some form. Others were just full of angry brush strokes and harsh colors.

Lillian hadn’t returned to National City as far as Kara knew and they had only located a couple warehouses with even fewer arrests. Even though the secret organization Alex worked with, she was still tight-lipped about, knew about Kara’s activities, she had had no contact with them. They were able to keep the Cadmus agents in prison which was a good thing. Kara didn’t know how but at least she didn’t feel like she was stuck in an endless episode of Roadrunner where she was Wile E. Coyote. In the third week since the break up she called Lena. Sent straight to voicemail but she was drunk enough to leave a message. Alex had passed out and couldn't stop Kara like she usually did. Kara was proud that she was able to keep her voice steady and not slur her words. Rationally, she knew she should just focus on her mission here in National City, but her heart wasn't rational. She wasn't even very angry anymore. Just sad and hurt. But even then, she just blamed herself. She should have told Lena earlier. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened because then Lena would have known why Kara was missing all the flights and phone calls. Even now the flimsy excuses for not telling Lena held up like wet paper towels under the weight of her heavy heart. She just wanted to tell Lena in person. So Lena could see her face and know it was the truth. Christmas came and went, then New Years.

When nights were slow in crime, that's when Kara found herself in her own criminal activities. She stumbled upon it on accident while patrolling. It was stupid, she knew, but it helped her with forgetting in a way she couldn't with alcohol. She became the rawest forms of her emotions, letting her anger at everything that had been happening in her life, out. The fight club was a TV cliche, but it pulled her in anyway. Dark warehouses and underground places, seething with angry people yelling and shaking fists. Placing bets on outcomes. She didn't fight as Power Girl, though she still wore a mask to hide the lower half of her face. She went by the name Andromeda and was currently undefeated. Bringing in major cash, donating most of it back into the youth centers that were hit hardest by Cadmus’ cruelty. By the fourth week after the breakup, the name Andromeda was whispered through the underground scene as much as Power Girl was shouted about above.

Kara rarely slept. Sleeping met seeing Lena’s face in a way she couldn’t avoid like when she was awake. Sleeping meant dreaming about soft pale skin and sharp green eyes only to have it torn away by waking up. Sleeping wasn't the nightmare, waking was. It hurt every time so it was easier to just stay awake. Sleeping came in the form of passing out with her sister or until her head throbbed and her eyelids drooped shut without her permission. The shadows under her eyes were beginning to be harder to hide. Makeup could only do so much when she sweat it off one way or another almost as soon as it was on. But still, Alex said nothing until two months after the breakup.

She had stopped drinking with Kara, only taking care of her sister when she had too much in the safety of Alex’s apartment. But Alex had enough when she walked into Kara’s office in The Power House as Kara desperately tried to cover up a black eye.

**

January 11th, 2018

Kara went to one of the underground fights the night before and the guy got in a lucky hit. It was the first time she had been hit in the face during a fight since high school. Kara still won but it hurt like hell. Kara jumped in her chair when her sister burst in unannounced an hour before Kara’s first class. Alex took in the dark bruising and her eyes hardened.

“What happened?”

“Nothing, just some thug last night.”

“Don’t lie to me. Winn invited me to hang out with him and James. Power Girl was not out last night.” Alex crosses her arms, somehow she seemed bigger as she stood in the doorway, physically blocking Kara’s escape.

“I can go out without Winn and James,” she says defensively.

“Lie.”

“No, it's not.”

“Tell that to the crinkle in your forehead.” Damn, she knows me too well. Kara thinks.

“It's nothing Alex, I’ve had black eyes before.” Alex uncrosses her arms and Kara can almost feel the anger rolling off her sister.

“If it was nothing, you would tell me. And the last time you had a black eye was when you and James were trying to fight off twenty heavily armed, well trained, men. What happened?” Alex’s tone left no room for argument. Kara stares at her sister trying to find a way out of this. Alex raises an eyebrow pointedly.

“It was just a fight.”

“Just a fight?”

“For money.” Kara mumbles.

“Kara! Are you fucking kidding me? Those underground clubs that usually end with someone in critical care?” Alex raised her voice and Kara stood, suddenly very defensive of her actions.

“Those people are the idiots who refuse to tap out. I know my limits and I have been nowhere near them. No one can beat me. This was just a lucky shot from a desperate man who bet more than he should have on winning.”

“No one can beat you?”

“I’m undefeated.”

“Of fucking course you’re Andromeda. Of course, you would paint a bigger target on your back because you couldn’t just have one secret life, you need two.” Alex says, exasperated.

“What I need is a sister who doesn't look down on everything I do.” Kara spits back.

“Don’t you dare. I have been nothing but supportive since you came back from London.”

“Yes, since I had my heart fucking broken. But you haven't been supportive of Power Girl. Not even really Le…. About her. You have indulged me in everything I've done but you haven't been supportive. You are critical and condescending. Just waiting for me to fuck up so you can be right.”

Alex gaps at the accusation. Then she peers closer at her sister. Alex walks around the desk and begins pulling open drawers, despite her protesting sister. The last draw opens with a loud rattle and the whiskey bottle slide to the front. Half of it is gone. Alex sniffs toward her sister, then cringes away.

“Really Kara? Drunk at 7 am?”

“What does it matter.”

Alex ignores her sister, she rummages around for a pen and paper scrawling ‘ Closed for Family Emergency’ across it before adding tape. She unexpectedly pulls Kara into a painful hold with her sister’s arm twisted behind her back.

“What are you doing?” She spits angrily. Alex continues to ignore her and proceeds to dial a number into her phone.

“It's me… I need an emergency session... We are on our way now… No, she isn't coming willingly, but this has gone on long enough… We will be there in ten.”

“Where are we going?” Kara resigns to her sister's strength. In her current state, she wouldn't be able to beat the older Danvers.

“To see Dr. Hamilton.”

Kara tries to protest but her sister twists her arm harder and forces her out of the building.

Kara sits on the leather couch with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around them. Dr. Hamilton sits patiently with a notepad in the chair just out of Kara's direct line of sight. Kara stares blankly ahead, not wanting to be here. Although, there is a strange sense of comfort. The office hadn't changed since she had last been here. Warm wood paneling with a large oak desk. It had the comforts of a sitting room with fresh flowers in the window. Kara had pretty well sobered up on the drive over as she prepared to see her therapist for the first time in years. After fifteen minutes, Dr. Hamilton breaks the silence.

“Kara, I know you don't want to be here. That much is clear. But you know your sister won't let you be unless you say something. Anything.” She's met with silence. She tries again after a few minutes.

“You opened up a gym, right? How is that going? Any members?”

Kara ponders speaking. The gym was a safe subject. She clears her throat.

“Yeah. It's doing really well. For the most part, it's just a gym but I'm also offering different sessions. The Crossfit one is really taking off. I'll need to hire more trainers soon.”

“Well, that's good. What made you want to start one?”

“Jeremiah, actually. If he hadn't started me on the path he did, I wouldn't be able to… I wouldn't be where I am in life. I hope that when this takes off I can start scholarships for teens to bring them in. Take then to competitions. Help teach them control and get them off the streets. A lot of different fighting competitions will offer college scholarships. I got that idea after…” Kara trails off. She got the idea when Lena talked about getting STEM and music programs into LGBT shelters so that those kids would be able to get scholarships that way.

“After what?”

Kara snaps her mouth closed and buries her face in her arms. Tears sting her eyes. Kara takes a shuddering breath.

“After my ex-girlfriend started doing the same in children’s shelters.”

“Is that what has your sister worried? This break up?” Kare shrugs, non-committedly.

“Or is it the vigilantism?” Kara’s head snaps up and she glares at the dark haired woman.

“Don’t worry, Alex had me sign the most airtight NDA I have ever seen. Plus Kara, I figured it out a long time ago. I treated you through one of the hardest times in your life. I am just surprised you didn’t start sooner.”

Kara cries. She cries for a long time. Then she just talks. She talks about all her frustrations. It feels good not to have to watch her words or feel judged. All Dr. Hamilton does is listen, offering a few words here and there to keep Kara going. One hour turns into two before the doctor calls it a day. Kara makes another appointment for two days later and finds Alex in the lobby dozing in an armchair. She starts when the door opens and stands to greet her sister.

“Hey,” she says shyly.

Kara pulls her sister into a tight hug.

“Thank you.”

“Breakfast?”

“Please.”

**

January 19th, 2018

It takes four sessions for Kara to open up about Lena. It starts easy. Kara talking about how they met and all the places they went. Kara talks about Lena’s smile and how the color of her eyes changes from a seafoam green to as deep as a pine tree. Kara laughs so hard she starts to cry. Then she does cry. Over the hurt of how they ended. Over Veronica. Even if Lena didn’t expect Kara to come, that was the worst part. Anyone else would be better, a stranger would have been better. But it felt like Lena was saying that Veronica was better than Kara so she ran straight to her arms.

“Do you still want to be with her?” Dr. Hamilton asks.

“I-I don’t know. I- she- I love her. But she didn’t give me a chance. She was so scared of me leaving her, that she left me. No matter how much I told her that she was wonderful and beautiful she still doubted it. She doubted everything.”

“That seems like a very one-sided relationship then. That is a lot of pressure to have to constantly reassure your partner.”

“Sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes she made it so easy. The rest of the time it was hard. Like I might say something that she would take wrong.” Dr. Hamilton nods at Kara to keep her talking. It was almost good to start picking out Lena’s flaws. It helped to break the perfect image Kara had of the Singer. Well, not perfect, she knew Lena had flaws, but it helped break the glowing bubble she had placed their relationship in.

After three more sessions, Kara agreed to just start meeting once a week. Regular sessions so Kara could stay on top of her feelings and have a safe place to talk about all of her secrets.  Andromeda disappeared with great speculation from the underground fighting clubs. That chapter of Kara's life was at an end. She couldn't believe how stupid she had been about the whole thing. Alex was right, one secret Life was enough.

Power Girl had been needed less also. Since Lex Luthor's arrest, Cadmus had settled down. Weapons sales had been becoming fewer and fewer and the technology had been less and less sophisticated. It was clear the LexCorp was the main reason that Cadmus was able to stay afloat. Crime was on the decline so Kara was able to focus on The Power House. It was a busy place now, with Kara able to hire on four other trainers and some part-time high school students for simple cleaning and customer service.

The gym was bright and open with a red and blue color scheme. James had even found old photos from Kara's competition days and printed them out. They hung on the walls proudly, even if the one that had Jeremiah pained her to look at. This was something he would have been proud of, he would have been sitting at the front desk every day, if he was still alive, talking to new members and telling awful jokes. Kara can almost see his phantom, the future that could have been. She shakes her head and makes a mental note to talk to Dr. Hamilton about that. She finishes strapping on her gloves before stepping into the small boxing ring with the woman who hired her for private lessons.

**

February 23, 2018

Kara’s days fall into a simple rhythm. Gym, vigilante, sleep. Once a week Alex kept up their sister nights, nither drinking anymore, and also Kara would go to therapy once a week. It was comfortable and simple. As simple as being a vigilante could be. Her art collection was growing too. Dr. Hamilton had suggested Kara try painting each stage of her and Lena’s relationship to help her process everything better. The rhythm was broken when Lena’s face was plastered all over National City. She had been named the new CEO of LexCorp because her brother had ensured the company would fall to her before he was even arrested. Now, several government agencies were investigating her and the company. Slander and rumors were circulating the last remaining Luthor and Kara wanted so badly to reach out, to call her, to make sure she wasn’t spirling as hard as she admitted to after Lionel killed himself. She hasn't even tried contact Lena since the drunken voicemail that received no response, not that Kara was surprised. But she wanted to now, even just to hear her voice. Kara canceled her private session that day and went to see Dr. Hamilton.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Howlin’ For You - 5/?

Description: When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she doesn’t fully understand what gave Bucky Barnes such a bad name.

Pairing: AU - Biker!Bucky x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,305

Part Four

Y/N quickly broke her slumber with the ache in her chest. The doctors said it would be hard to sleep for awhile. The slightest movement or deep breath caused a jolt of pain. Her eyes remained closed, but squeezed tightly from the discomfort.

When she finally managed to even her breathing, her body seemed to sense another body in her room. Her mother and sister had already exhausted her with their visit earlier. Y/N wasn’t ready to deal with them so soon. So, keeping her eyes closed, she listened to be sure it was them.

However the breathing was different and then she caught his scent. It was the same smell that had lingered on his leather jacket.

Y/N instantly went into a battle of deciding whether or not she wanted to continue faking her sleep or actually face him.

Her heart won the battle, for her eyes flickered open. She was able to watch him for a moment since he wasn’t looking up. Instead, Bucky was leaning forward in the chair, with his forearms resting on his knees. His hands were clasped together. Y/N noted that most of his knuckles were bruised and split. There were even a flew splotches of of blood staining the skin.

Bucky was wearing a black t-shirt with the short sleeves messily rolled up.

Once again, Y/N was caught off guard by the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm that he rarely exposed. She hadn’t been this close before. It made her see that the flesh was different; there was something off. It took her a moment to realize it was because the skin was burnt. The tattoos were hiding the scarring all up his arm.

“What are you doing here?” Her raspy voice surprised even her.

Bucky’s head shot up. “Hi!” He accidentally blurted out. Then he awkwardly got up from the seat next to her bed. He looked around and wiped his hands on his pants. For as large and tall as he was, Y/N had never seen him as anything other than graceful… until now.

“I…I…” He ran his hands through his shaggy hair. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ll leave you alone now.”

It was obvious from his body language that the last thing he wanted to do was leave her.

Y/N watched him with her brow furrowed. A part of her wanted to let him go.

“Bucky?” She interrupted quietly, mostly because her voice and ribs wouldn’t allow her to talk any louder.

He froze.

“You can stay.” She stated. “On one condition: you answer all of my questions.”

Bucky’s entire body relaxed. Then he nodded and slowly made his way back to the seat next to her bed. “That seems fair.”

But Y/N watched him wearily. There was no playfulness to her expression or voice now. She didn’t trust him anymore.

Bucky took in a deep breath and leaned forward. “Can I just say something first?”

She watched him for a moment before finally nodding.

“I can only imagine what you thought when you saw Dot at my house.” He cleared his throat. “But I just…I just need you to know that nothing happened between me and her. Before you came over, she drove to my house completely wasted. I wouldn’t let her go home until she sobered up. She was wearing my clothes because she got sick and threw up all over her dress.” He tried to gage her reaction after giving his explanation. “Do you believe me?”

Y/N kept her expression passive. “Why does it matter if I believe you?”

Bucky’s face dropped. “Please don’t do that…”

“Don’t do what?”

“Push me away.”

Y/N scoffed at that. “Isn’t that your job?”

Bucky shook his head firmly. “That’s not what I was doing.”

“Then what were you doing, Bucky? Because I can’t seem to follow anymore. One second your giving me these looks that no man ever has and then the next you act like I don’t exist.”

Bucky knew exactly what she was talking about. “The night at the bar…I didn’t expect you to be there. As soon as I saw you, all I wanted to do was talk to you. But my life has made me enemies. I was trying to leave you out of it. I thought I was keeping you safe. Clearly that did nothing.” Then he gestured angrily at her body. “I mean look at you! You could’ve fucking died! And it only happened because you’re associated with me!”

“I shouldn’t have been out by myself. Like you said, this town gets dangerous…especially at night.”

Bucky glared at her. “Y/N, none of this is your fault. Rumlow did this because he knows I care about you.”

She ignored his comment. “How did you get into a biker gang?”

“Huh?”

Y/N stared him down. “You never explained how you and Steve went from the military to a biker gang. I said you could stay if you answered all my questions. So answer.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smirk a little at her stubbornness. “The motorcycles were always a part of our friendship. We’ve been breaking them down and building them since we were in middle school. The gang part didn’t happen until later…”

“You’re not doing a really great job of explaining this.” Y/N pointed out rudely.

Bucky chuckled at that. “Yeah, doll? Well, it’s not like it happened overnight.” He took a deep breath and ruffled his hair. “We had our friends and we became a family. Sometimes bad things happen to your family. Like Steve’s dad beating him and his mom. Or Wanda’s twin brother getting hit by a drunk driver. Or my sister falling in love with a man, who mentally and emotionally abused her.”

Y/N’s cold demeanor broke.

But Bucky continued. “The law doesn’t always protect the people you love. The police are never there when you need them. Judges let guilty people go free and imprison innocent ones. So we started doing what we had to in order to save the people we love.”

“We threatened Steve’s father, scared him so badly that he left town and never came back. We hunted down the drunk driver that killed Wanda’s brother. He ran out of state lines, so we caught him ourselves and handed him over to the police, just a step away from death.”

Y/N looked down at her hands in her lap. “And your sister?”

Bucky frowned. “I figured it out before it was too late. I was going to kill him, had a knife to his throat. But my sister was crying her eyes out, begging for me not to. I’ve never heard her so desperate. I knew she wasn’t in the right state of mind. But I couldn’t do it after listening to her like that.”

He took in a deep breath. “Soon people caught wind of what we’d been doing. Strangers in town ask us for favors…to do things that law enforcement ignores. Then the town catches rumors, people just hear what they want to hear and assume the rest. Overnight, my friends and I, who just happen to ride motorcycles, start getting called a biker gang. Eventually you become the thing that people expect you to be.”

Y/N eyed him. “You don’t sell drugs?”

“No.”

“Kill people for money?”

“No.”

“Own a sex trafficking ring?”

Bucky can’t help but laugh. “No, Y/N.”

She doesn’t find it amusing.

He leans forward even more. “Look, doll, I know it’s hard for you to believe…but we do have a moral code. It doesn’t match the law. But we still abide it.”

Y/N’s satisfied with this answer, but she doesn’t let it show. “What happened to your arm?”

Bucky sits back in his seat and shifts, clearly uncomfortable by the question. “It happened when I was in the army. Steve and I were on patrol. A grenade was thrown right in front of him. I panicked and managed to shove him out of danger. But I was still too close. I held up my arm to shield myself and my sleeve caught fire. I got third degree burns from my shoulder and down to my wrist.”

Y/N gave him a sympathetic look. “Can…Can I see?” Her voice was surprisingly sweet.

Bucky gave her a shy smile and nodded before reaching his left arm out. He rest it on her lap, making sure to avoid her ribs, in fear of hurting her.

She put her left hand in his palm and squeezed as if to comfort him. Her right hand traced over the sleeve of tattoos. There were so many elements to it, but somehow all the different tattoos looked like they were meant to be together. There was a skull on his forearm that had a snake coming out of its jaw. It was slightly cut off by three roses. There was also a star right at the center of his shoulder. It was a piece of art that Y/N was amazed Bucky could imagine for an artist to create.

“Steve did it.” Bucky pointed out softly.

Her eyes flickered up to his.

“After the military, Steve went to college. He double majored in mechanical engineering and fine art.” Bucky smiled at the absurdity, but there was clearly pride there too. “He has a tattoo parlor in the auto-shop.” The smile dropped a little. “I figured I’d rather have some art to look at every day than a scar that reminds me of that grenade going off.”

“It’s beautiful.” Y/N accidentally sighed.

But it earned her a shy smile from Bucky.

Then she frowned. “The doctors said the cut at the edge of my eyebrow might scar…”

Bucky’s stomach dropped at how sad she sounded about it. He eyed the cut she was referencing. It was a straight line that when through the edge of her right eyebrow and stopped just above the corner of her eye. The doctors had put hot pink stitches in it. Bucky liked to think she requested the color.

“Doesn’t really matter though, does it?” He said like it was a matter of fact. Her face scrunched in confusion. “You’ll still be fucking beautiful.”

She chuckled at his charm, but then immediately winced from the pain. “Oh. Please don’t make me laugh.”

“I’m sorry.” Bucky panicked. “Do you want me to get a nurse? Do you need more pain killers?”

She shook her head. “No. They’ve given me all they can. Just…just keep distracting me. Your voice is relaxing me.”

Bucky’s cheeks tinged pink.

Y/N smiled. “I wish the world could see that I just made Bucky Barnes, the dangerous and scary lead of a biker gang, blush like a little schoolgirl.”

Bucky’s laughter quickly died when he heard scuffling in the hallway and whispering. His expression darkened. It was in the middle of the night. Visiting hours had been over long ago and Bucky was only here because people feared his wrath and Natasha had wooed a few doctors.

He got up quietly from his seat and tiptoed to the door surprisingly silent for someone as big and heavy as him.

Y/N’s body tensed as he saw Bucky disappear around the corner.

But then she swore she heard giggling.

Bucky returned with a smile on his face. “Doll, I think you have some visitors.”

Suddenly four children came scurrying into the room. “Miss Y/N! Miss Y/N! Are you okay?” They were all dressed in some variation of hospital gowns or pajamas. One didn’t have any hair. But they all looked delicate and sickish.

Y/N immediately recognized them. “What are you troublemakers doing out of bed?”

“We heard that you were in an accident!” One of them cried out with concern.

“We made you cards! And Bobby even brought one of his balloons for you!”

Bucky stood back and watched the interaction with amusement. The children were careful of her injuries when they crawled on the edge of the bed. They were talking a mile a minute and seemed very concerned for Y/N’s well-being.

After a half hour or so, a nurse came into the room. “As soon as they went missing, I knew they had found their way over here.” But she didn’t seem the slightest bit mad. She apologized to Y/N and herded the children out of the room.

Bucky cleared his throat once they were alone again. “Your friends are a lot younger than I imagined.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the joke. “I work for a non-profit organization. We coordinate and fund after school art classes for schools that can’t afford to keep their art department running. We do activities in hospitals for sick children too.”

“You really are a saint, aren’t you?” Bucky said in awe.

“Definitely no saint.” Y/N sighed. Then her attention was brought back to Bucky’s hands again. “What happened to your hands, Bucky?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“We had a deal.” Y/N reminded him.

But Bucky remained silent.

“Did you go after Brock?” She asked carefully.

He still stayed quiet, looking at the ground.

“Bucky?” She whispered. “Did you kill him?”

“I would’ve if Steve and Sam hadn’t been there.” He finally spoke. Y/N opened her mouth to scold him. “He shouldn’t have laid a hand on you, let alone looked you in the eye.” Bucky growled.

She didn’t know what to say.

“I told you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.” Bucky mumbled in shame.

“But you can’t protect everyone all the time.” Y/N told him gently.

His brow wrinkled at that idea. He didn’t like it.

Silence filled the room.

“I have one more question.” She muttered.

He waited patiently.

“What am I to you?”

Bucky slowly moved to her side, opting to sit on the edge of her bed instead of the chair. He smiled as his mind went back in time.

“The first time I saw you, you were wearing overalls and that Calvin Klein top. Which wasn’t much of a top, I’d like to point out.” He added with a playful smirk. She wanted to correct him and clarify that it was a bralette. But she stayed quiet. “You were painting that front door pink.” He paused. “And…And I just thought you were so beautiful. It felt like some cruel punishment that you lived across the street, because I assumed there was no way you hadn’t moved in with your boyfriend or husband. Then I kept seeing you go on those dates. You always dressed differently. Somehow I knew you weren’t yourself with them. It just made me want to get to know you…the real you.”

“So you were watching me?” Y/N teased.

“Hey, now. That’s not what I was doing and you know it. It’s just hard to take my eyes off you, doll.” Bucky chuckled. “But that first night I saw you at the bar, I was too excited for an excuse to finally talk to you. I just wish it had been under better circumstances.”

Y/N’s eyes lowered, too scared to ask her next question while looking into his blue eyes. “Why didn’t you just ask me out?”

“Because you’re too good for me.” He answered instantly, further proving that he believed it.

“How can you say that?” She whispered back.

“Your mom and sister will know it too.” He laughed darkly. “Every date they set you up with has a fancy sports car, makes six figures, wears a suit and tie, probably works in finance or law…”

“Exactly.” Y/N spat. It caught Bucky off guard. “That’s not me. All of those men, they want a trophy wife. Some girl that’s pretty and indifferent. I’m just another box to check off on a list that means they’ve lived a successful life.”

She took in a deep breath. “You asked me why I moved here.”

Bucky nodded.

“All my friends… they’re married or engaged. Some of them have started having kids. They moved out of the city and back to the suburbs. I felt like I was suffocating as everyone in my life waited until I joined in too.” Her eyes locked with Bucky’s. “I wasn’t running away, I was trying to run towards something. My friends… they’ve started the new chapter in their lives. Yeah, I might still be in it, but my part is hardly important. Moving an hour away didn’t make a difference. They don’t have enough time for me anyway.”

Y/N reached for Bucky’s hand. “My point is that I’m not too good for you. In fact, I think you actually might be what’s best for me.”

“So you just want to date me to piss off your mom and sister?” Bucky mocked.

“Oh, get over yourself. As soon as they hang out with you, they’ll realize you’re not as much of a tough biker as you pretend to be.” She chided.

Bucky leaned in closer. “Shh. Don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” He whispered.

Someone cleared their throat from the doorway.

Both of them looked over to see that Steve was standing with a nurse at his side.

“You’ve officially terrified all of the staff.” Steve scolded Bucky. “So I’m here to relay the message and tell you that Y/N needs her rest.”

Y/N smirked. “Just give us a few more minutes?”

Steve looked down at the nurse for approval. She nodded her head and then disappeared.

But Steve lingered in the doorway. “I’m glad to see you’re okay, Y/N.” She thanked him and he too disappeared.

“Y/N?” Bucky grabbed her attention with his delicate tone. “Thank you for letting me stay… and for listening to me.” Then he leaned forward and surprised her with a kiss on the cheek. “Get some rest.”

“I love you two. But you’re driving me fucking insane. The doctor said I’d be able to get around fine on my own.” Y/N tried to remain calm as she kicked out her mother and sister. She’d been discharged yesterday. But she made an oath to herself that she’d only let the two of them stay over one night. Otherwise her sanity would never be saved.

“But your hand…” Her mom began.

“Is a minor annoyance and inconvenience!” Y/N finished. “Please guys. I’m just exhausted. All I wanna do is sleep in my own bed and not have to breathe in that gross hospital smell. If I need anything, I’ll call you. I promise.”

They finally agreed and started grabbing their things to head out.

Y/N swore her heart lifted with relief when she heard their car drive away. But it was short-lived when her doorbell rang. Had they forgot something? Or worse, had they changed their minds?

She swung open the door to find Bucky standing on her front porch. His hair was in that messy bun that she’d grown addicted to. His jeans were slightly distressed, tucked into his combat boots, and he was wear a white Led Zeppelin t-shirt.

“Christ. I thought they’d never leave.” Bucky exhaled. Then he let out a laugh when he saw the look of relief on her face.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, trying to hide her happiness from seeing him.

“You’re ribs are still healing and you have a broken hand…” Bucky pointed to the cast as if his appearance was the most obvious thing ever.

“Yeah?” She answered, still confused.

“Nurse Bucky at your service.” Bucky smirked. “I already ordered pizza…should be here in 20 minutes or so.”

“Bucky, you really don’t have-” But she was interrupted with his lips pressing to hers. She moaned softly into the kiss with surprise. But her body reciprocated almost at once. The hand that wasn’t in a cast, cupped his cheek as their lips continued to dance.

Eventually they pulled apart for air. But Bucky leaned his forehead against hers, just like last time.

“What was that for?” Y/N whispered, not that she was complaining.

“I figured it might cure your stubbornness. You know, distract you enough to stop you from brushing my offer aside.” He grinned shrewdly. “And I think our first kiss got a little ruined, don’t you think?”

“You’re evil.” Y/N scolded.

But Bucky had the audacity to wink and move around her. He made himself at home, sitting on her couch and immediately picking up the remote to change the channel.

Y/N paused to watch him for a moment. It was strange to see how much Bucky looked like he belonged in her house. Despite her quirky and brightly colored home decor, his dark and grungy aesthetic didn’t clash with it. Y/N wish she could take a photograph of that moment. But to actually do that would taint it.

“You gonna join or just check me out, doll?” Bucky asked without taking his eyes off the television.

The rest of the night was filled with movie watching, Netflix binging, and pizza eating. Sometimes the TV was just background noise as the two of them talked and other times they couldn’t take their eyes off the screen as the fictional story unfolded.

Eventually the pizza box was empty and the credits of another movie were rolling. Bucky looked down. Y/N had cuddled into his chest at one point. She was breathing evenly, fast asleep. Her head was resting over his heart and Bucky’s left arm was wrapped over her shoulder.

A shy smile formed on his lips at the sight of her. Y/N was so beautiful. He’d never met another woman that made him feel more like himself. When he was with her, he didn’t feel like the scary biker that everyone else saw. He just felt like Bucky. He could let his guard down, be himself. There wasn’t a reputation to protect because Y/N was only interested in the real.

“Doll…” Bucky whispered into her ear.

“Hmm… I’m sleeping.” Y/N mumbled and buried her face further into his chest.

“Your bed is going to much more comfortable.” Bucky continued whispering.

“No.”

Bucky chuckled. “Alright. I’ll carry you.” Before he got an answer, he ever so carefully brought her body into his lap and then stood with her in his arms. He was cautious of her injuries and scared of holding onto her too tightly.

Once he gently placed Y/N on her bed, he took off her fuzzy slippers and pulled the covers over her.

“Bucky?” Y/N mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Yeah, doll. I’m right here.”

“You should stay.”

He chuckled at her forwardness, suddenly remembering that she’d taken two heavy duty painkillers before falling asleep. “As tempting as that is, I think you should rest in your bed alone.”

“Tempting?” Y/N groaned in annoyance. “You’re one to talk…walking around all hot and badass, wearing leather jackets and combat boots. Can’t you just let me live my life?”

Bucky tried to suppress his laughter as he sat on the edge of Y/N’s bed. “Are you saying you think I’m sexy, doll?” He pushed.

She sleepily scoffed at that. “Sexy doesn’t even begin to cover it.” But then the room was filled with the sound of Y/N’s cute snoring.

Bucky chuckled again, then made sure the blankets were all straightened and covering her body.

“For the record, I think you’re sexy too, Y/N.” He whispered in a laugh, even though he knew she was now sleeping and drugged out.

Bucky cleaned up Y/N’s living room and kitchen before leaving and made sure to lock the door behind him.

When he started walking across the street, he saw Steve’s motorcycle parked in his driveway. He looked over to see Steve sitting on the first step of his front door.

“How long you been sittin’ here?” Bucky asked when he was finally at his door. But instead of going inside, he sat next to his friend.

“Not too long. Figured you were at Y/N’s.” Steve shrugged. “How’s she doin’?”

Bucky sighed. “She’s a tough girl… just wish it never happened in the first place.”

“I’m glad you two worked things out.” Steve credited.

Bucky nodded to himself. “I wanted to ask you something actually.”

Steve looked at him, urging him to go on.

“How did you know what to do with Peggy? Weren’t you scared something was going to happen to her?”

Steve’s wife was their gang’s best kept secret. No one outside of The Howling Commandos knew Steve was even married, let alone that he had two kids. Steve’s family was outside the biker life. He didn’t want them to be in the dangerous side of his life. It had to be done in order to keep them safe.

“I didn’t.” Steve finally admitted. “I just knew that I loved her and I would do anything to keep her in my life.”

“People have already found out about Y/N. We all know Rumlow’s face is walking proof that he crossed me.” Bucky sighed.

“We’ll all look after her, Buck.” Steve vowed. “You know that, right?”

Bucky looked at him with a smile. “Yeah, punk. I know that.”

Steve pat him on the back. “Like we always say…”

“…Till the end of the line. Yeah, yeah. I know, Stevie.” Bucky playfully rolled his eyes.

Steve chuckled at his dramatics. “So are you going to actually ask her on a date or just keeping wandering over to her house like a stalker?”

But Bucky’s only response was wrapping Steve in a headlock and messing up his hair in a noogie.

Part Six

[fantasticworldoffanfics]

DEREK/STILES FEATURE FIC

Fandom: TeenWolf

Just an exceptionally adorable fic that I thought is too good to be ignored….

We Den Our Hearts Here by ladylade

PROMPT: Derek accidentally adopts a litter of orphaned wolf cubs (they can be werewolves if you are so inclined, but are too young to change into human form. Maybe that can be like an age thing, like, Derek walks in one day to check on them and sees a human baby sitting there and he’s like ‘the fuck? Where the hell did that come from? wait a second….’) 

 Stiles is weirdly good with the cubs. They love him. Scott is kind of a mess with them. No one leaves him with the cubs unsupervised. Jackson turns into a big pile of mush when he’s with them. Danny is like 'why does Miguel have all these puppies?’ Stiles explanation of 'Miguel! He does…that thing. In college. Where you study animal…behaviour. For his… dissertation. On wolves. I mean dogs.’ doesn’t really make sense.

Derek hates his life sometimes. 

He doesn’t even know how this happened. One moment he was picking up pamphlets on wolf behavior at the closest wildlife preserve (if Scott and Jackson won’t listen to Derek—or Stiles—then he’s going make this as embarrassing as possible for them), and the next minute he’s discussing wolves with one of the caretakers. And then suddenly he’s got five wolf pups in his back seat as he’s driving home. (On towels, of course, because balls of fluff or no, nothing is allowed to ruin his seats.) 

Aren’t there wild animal laws or adoption wait periods that make this illegal? But Derek’s teenage pack must be influencing him too much, because he doesn’t even try to take them back. 

>>> 

Scott comes over, which means Stiles comes over, despite the numerous times Derek has tried to…dissuade him. (Derek had tried the whole, you’re not pack thing, even though it’s not really true, but Stiles had chosen that moment to become the most insightful person ever, practically glowing as he exclaimed, “Oh my god, I totally am! You lying, lying sour wolf!”) The pups are blockaded in the kitchen, which makes Derek very grateful that he’s rebuilt the house because that means he actually has a linoleum floor in his kitchen, which is much easier to clean piss off of than rotting boards. 

The moment Stiles catches sight of the pups, though, it’s like he’s been given the answer to life or something. Derek thought he’d seen how hyperactive the kid could get before, but Jesus. 

“Ohmygodpuppies!” Stiles says, and then he leaps over the baby-gate and into the kitchen.

Leaps over it, like he’s a deer or something. Derek didn’t even know that Stiles was capable of not being clumsy, much less being graceful.

It sets Derek on edge, because it took even Derek some time before the pups warmed up to him, and Derek’s afraid that they’ll take one look at Stiles and see squeak toy. 

Except, when Derek steps into the kitchen and finds Stiles on the floor, they’re not chewing on him. They’re licking him and squirming happily and rolling around on Stiles like Stiles is the best patch of dirt ever. 

What the hell is going on? 

“Making friends, Stiles?” Scott says from where he’s poked his head into the kitchen. He’s acting like this isn’t the most abnormal thing he’s ever seen. 

 Stiles just makes a happy noise, and the pups yap excitedly, licking at his jaw and tugging at his shirt. 

The ‘what the fuckery’ must be obvious on Derek’s face, because Scott says, “Stiles is really good with animals, especially when they’re young. When we get really shy or scared puppies at work, Doc asks Stiles to babysit them for a few days so that it’ll be easier to find homes for them.” 

Okay. It’ll take some work to fit in this new ‘Animal Whisperer’ Stiles with the Stiles that Derek currently knows, but he can do it. Maybe. 

 But the babysitting thing, well, that’s promising.

It turns out that, while the entire pack would like to watch over the pups, Stiles is the only person that Derek actually trusts to do so. Scott is complete mess; every time that he’s left alone with them for more than five minutes, something gets broken and, more often than not, Scott gets peed on (how Scott is able to work in an animal clinic, Derek doesn’t understand). Jackson fares better with them, but he’s also the biggest pushover in the world and everything they do is completely adorable, even if it’s chewing up Derek’s new kitchen cabinets. 

And sure, Stiles may be a pushover with them, but he doesn’t let them chew on anything except their toys. 

Stiles probably spends more time with the pups than Scott and Jackson combined; every day after lacrosse practice, Stiles is there, even if Derek doesn’t want him to be. Stiles also, much to Derek’s annoyance, names them. It happens without Derek knowing, and by the time Derek finds out the pups already answer to the names. 

“Who said you could name them?” Derek says, and tries to glare Stiles down. 

“Stop pouting, I take care of them just as much as you do,” Stiles says, and initiates tug-of-war with the runt of the group. 

Derek would argue, but Stiles is right. Except about the pouting part. Derek does not pout. 

The runt is Stiles’ favorite, a little grey pup with charcoal streaking back from his face and onto the top half of his body. He named him Timber, and the largest puppy, a grey with tan tints who picks on Timber, ended up with the name Brutus. (“It’s not funny,” Derek says when Stiles keeps trying to insist it is.) He named the two light greys Artemis and Apollo, because the only real distinction between them is their sex and their eyes. All of the pups’ eyes have changed golden except Artemis’, and though she’s still young enough that it might happen, Derek has a feeling that her eyes will stay blue. The last pup, a quiet thing whose coat is black, gets named Fell. 

“C’mon, these are the most badass names ever,” Stiles says. 

“There is something wrong with you,” Derek says, but after Stiles leaves Derek calls the pups by the names Stiles has given them. 

>>> 

This is why Stiles gets to look after the pups: he will corral them in the back of his jeep and watch them at his house. When Derek wants to have a training session in or around his house, Stiles takes the pups because they’re too young to follow the pack when they hunt, and usually the sessions inside the house freak them out. 

Jackson makes a joke about marital separation and custody, and the glare Derek sends the Beta has him in his car before the front door finishes shutting. 

Stiles even watches them when he has lab homework with Danny, which meant that Derek had to buy Danny two pairs of shoelaces before the kid got smart and started leaving his shoes outside of Stiles’ room. 

(“Why are there puppies?” Danny had asked the first time. 

“Uhh,” Derek heard Stiles say from Derek’s perch on the roof, “they’re De-Miguel’s. He’s, uh, he’s doing a study for college. Dissertation! He’s doing his dissertation on early…early behavior development.”) 

It means that, because Derek is not the kind of asshole to need Stiles to watch the pups at last minute, pack meetings and training session have become regular, instead of the haphazard sessions that Derek pulled together whenever he felt the Betas needed to be shown that no, they aren’t in complete control of themselves. Now sessions happen at the same times and same days each week, and pack meetings are set a week in advanced. The structure seems to work even better than Derek’s approach before, especially with Stiles badgering out of Derek what Derek thought the Betas needed the most work with, and then coming back a day later with a monthly schedule that organized each session in color codes for different activities. It scares Derek, because he didn’t even know that Stiles had organizational skills like this. 

Somehow, having a pack of wolf pups has made Derek’s life easier.

Alison comes over with a camera one sunny day, wanting to take pictures of the pups. Derek doesn’t mind, as Stiles is watching over them in the yard and he’s mostly in the kitchen hacking up frozen venison. 

Two days later, there’s a stack of photos on his porch and one framed photo of a shade-dappled Stiles, walking the tree-line with all five pups trailing behind him like goddamn goslings. Derek rolls his eyes, but he puts the picture up on the mantle anyway. 

>>> 

There’s a horrible thunderstorm, which would be okay, except that there’s also golf-ball-sized hail. 

The pups are all in Derek’s bed, and while they’re not big, at just over three months they’re also not small anymore. All five of them have finally been housetrained (Brutus was a stubborn, stubborn pup about that, and Derek understands why Stiles has nicknamed him “Brute”), so they’re allowed the run of the house as long as someone (Derek or Stiles) is in the house with them. And even though the pups have been through thunderstorms (Artemis and Apollo like to watch lightning at the window), the sound of hail snapping branches is like a gunshot. 

With five pups trying to suffocate him and thunder and hail trying to kill the entirety of Beacon Hills, Derek’s lucky he hears Stiles’ jeep pull up. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Derek says after a moment. 

He manages to wriggle out of the bed, and when he leaves the pups don’t follow him downstairs. Stiles is already putting his slicker in the kitchen sink, and Derek can smell the bruises forming on his shoulders from getting hit with ice chunks.  

“What the hell are you doing here?” Derek says, and Stiles jumps. 

“Are the pups okay? Were they inside when the story started? They’re terrified, aren’t they?” Stiles says, mouth and hands flailing a mile a minute. 

It creeps Derek out sometimes, that Stiles seems to know when the pups are in trouble or are scared (this is in no way the first time that he’s done this; the last time Timber got his paw caught under a log and Stiles drove from school, in the middle of the day, to hover over him). 

“They’re fine,” Derek says. “Where are they?” It’s rare when Stiles can be deterred, unless Derek distracts him with something shiny or tootsie rolls. 

“In bed, where I should be,” Derek says, then, “goddamnit,” when Stiles goes sprinting up the stairs. Derek sighs, scrubs his hands over his face, and follows the kid. When he makes it to his room, Stiles’ shoes are in the middle of the floor and he’s curled up on the bed with the pups trying to burrow into him. 

“Get off my bed,” Derek says, and then he has six pairs of eyes glaring at him and judging his entire existence. 

“They’re scared,” Stiles says, as if Derek is the one who has terrified them. 

It’s then that Derek realizes that, somehow, Stiles has become the den mother. Oh no. No. This has not happened. Derek is not essentially stuck in what Jackson somewhat accurately described as a marital separation with Stiles. 

“Fuck,” Derek says. It’s late and this is giving Derek a headache. 

“What? What happened? What’s wrong?” Stiles says. Derek just shakes his head and climbs on the bed. 

“You had better stay on your side of the bed, and you better stay quiet,” Derek says as he finds a comfortable position. 

“You, I—oh,” Stiles says, as Derek resolutely keeps his eyes closed, “yeah, I. Yeah, okay.” 

>>> 

Stiles does not keep quiet, as the kid (unsurprisingly) mumbles in his sleep, and no one keeps to their side of the bed. Derek wakes up in the morning to sunlight and a tangle of pups and Stiles, all wrapped around him. He tries to wake Stiles, or even get the boy off of his chest, but Stiles sleeps like he’s a hibernating bear. 

Derek sighs, and glares back when Artemis glares, one-eyed, at him for jostling her; then she falls asleep again between one breath and the next. Derek decides this isn't the worst thing in the world to wake up to, and follows her into sleep.

[conor-sorbet]

Answer questions 1-100!

o m g, Jason is this you? or Nick? hahahahahaha jfc okayyyyyyy

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life? - yes! tons of ‘em, i love my friends. ;p nobody who’d treat me any special though, i think 2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? - hell no, i was forgiving this person for way too long since i was a kid.3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” - of cats obviously, my love for cats, cats as purest creatures on planet earth. CATS.4: What’s something you really want right now? - good breakfast. i’m stick with stale bread and tomatoes.5: Are you afraid of falling in love? - yes. it’s hard for me to trust anybody, and also as soon as i fall for you i get, like, twice as affectionate and clingy bcos i love showing you that i love you and care, and that’s how people run away from me. also i have an intense sex drive which can scare ppl away.6: Do you like the beach? - YES! esp in the evening. but i don’t live nearby any.7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? - yup, actually like, a month ago, with my roommate’s sister. like, not WITH her but we def shared the couch. she’s a gem.8: What’s the background on your cell? - currenty it’s some sunset with “til the birds return for spring cleaning” lyrics underneath9: Name the last four beds you were sat on? - my old one, my roommate’s and i think the one in my roommate’s house... idk, this question is weird10: Do you like your phone? - yeah! it’s like, the best one i could get that was not and iPhone.11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned? - meh really. when it comes to short planning then yeah. and with school as well, but as for family, friends, relations and personal bullshit, i’m totally disappointing everybody including myself.12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? - my long-term friend’s, she’s changed her number.13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? - both, pups are good, but I think Rottweiler would suit me better, like, mentally lol14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? - emooooooooooooooootional. depends on how strong the physical pain is, but yeah, you can always get meds for that, but for emotional pain? hella mate, hmu if you find any that aren’t leading to utter self-destruction15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? - art museum. animals in cages make me sad.16: Are you tired? - like, now? a bit. it’s too early for my and i just finished my shift at work and yeah.17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact? - 21 years.18: Are they a relative? - It’s my momma.19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? - No, NO, ever. well, maybe if I got in touch with Dee again... but nope, I hurt her too much, I don’t want her to have any throwbacks.20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? - hang on, lemme check my fakebook account. - two days ago!21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? - if I knew 100%? also knowing the future? hell yeah, if they wanted to, too. but that’d be a problem if it was a girl cos gay marriages are still illegal in my shithole country.22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? - nope, thanks, i’d have to be as drunk again.23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? - one, which is still a lot cos i rarely wear any24: Is there a certain quote you live by? - that’d be ‘el cielo es azul’ which is a SO to Conor obviously. but yeah, lots of quotes from conor, or john darnielle, or sufjan. toooo many 25: What’s on your mind? - upcomming off festival26: Do you have any tattoos? - no, but i want one sooo bad27: What is your favorite color? - purple, green, gray and black. i guess purple28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? - i don’t know. there’s few people, who, i guess, would want to kiss me like that, so it’ll be long, long, looong29: Who are you texting? - my mutuals now! love ya30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? - yeahhhhh. he’s not a good person though, i’m bored talking about him31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? - ALL THE TIME, MATE, ALL THE TIME. I’m a massive intuitive.32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? - 99% of my friends are of males, so yeah.33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you? - nope, i don’t think so.34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? - yes. a drunkard begging me for cigarettes every morning would mention so. but i’d always share a cig with him anyway. so yeah, that was him and... him.35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? - I’d tell that someone to RUN AND SAVE THEIR LIVES. i swear.36: Were you single on Valentines Day? - yeah37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed? - nope, don’t want to be38: What do your friends call you? - I’m Gandalf cos supposedly I’m the brain of the group, but I think they do so ironically cos i’m a dumbass most of the time39: Has anyone upset you in the last week? - hell yeah40: Have you ever cried over a text? - too many times41: Where’s your last bruise located? - on my head. it’s not a happy story.42: What is it from? - from my brother punching me. as i’ve said, not happy.43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? - everyday. but 2 days ago the most.44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with? - my friend Suzy from uni45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes? - nah, i don’t really give a damn about clothes46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? - nope, i wash my hair once more47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style? - nope, my hair is like... the only good feature, the only good... part of my body lol48: Do you make supper for your family? - sometimes49: Does your bedroom have a door? - of course50: Top 3 web-pages? - reddit, reddit and reddit. there’s no better web-page. well, pornhub sometimes, too.51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping? - YES! I DO!52: Does anything on your body hurt? - my back, i’m sitting in a weird position atm53: Are goodbyes hard for you? - hate to say it, but yes54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? - beer about a week ago55: How is your hair? - red, sweaty and smells like fried chicken bcos of my job56: What do you usually do first in the morning? - i pee.57: Do you think two people can last forever? - yes. my parents for example58: Think back to January 2007, were you single? - I was 11 duuuude, of course59: Green or purple grapes? - purple60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug? - my dearest friends next week at the festival and possibly Conor if i don’t chicken out lol61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? - yessss, as always62: When will be the next time you text someone? - possibly soon, one of my mutuals63: Where will you be 5 hours from now? - at home, in the kitchen possibly64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.  - at McDonald’s, working65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked? - i don’t remember whom i liked and if there was anyone but i def remember i started to dislike my ex66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? - hmmm, i guess so67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today? - nope, but i’d do love to. i’m super affectionate and always in need for hugs and smooches68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? - i was wondering if i get the book i ordered recently today. and i just got the message from post office that i will haha69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? - all my life, friend, all my life. esp with people.70: How many windows are open on your computer? - 3 atm71: How many fingers do you have? - the correct number72: What is your ringtone? - some random android ringtone73: How old will you be in 5 months? - stillllll 21.74: Where is your Mum right now? - at her friend’s i think.75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? - oh, the story is long. 1) we were 15, madly in love for the first time 2) she was also a girl, my mom is kinda homophobic, her parents were even worse 3) our parents made us part tbqh 4) my mom e.g. told me that Dee (that girl) didn’t want to see me anymore but I don’t believe that. her parents possibly told her the same about me and yeah. 5) It all happened when my mom found out cos I wasn’t careful enough and yeah. Even though we’re adults now I fear contacting her even on fb, but I sometimes visit her profile, yes76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? - nope77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? - YES!78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? -  still on my first girlfriend, i think.79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike? - nope. i mean, there is mike mogis hehehehe but i don’t know him personally80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? - yes.81: How many people have you liked in the past three months? - hmm, idk, like 4-5? i mean, like, plathonically82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? - yeah, my mom i guess83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight? - idk, possibly not, they’re not well and i don’t want to bother them84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? - my roommate haha85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care? - depends on the kind of drugs. if they were addicted to serious shit i’d try my best to help them get out of that. but no, i wouldn’t abandon them or anything like that86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? -...i don’t think my movie trips are ever that eventful haha87: Who was your last received call from? - my mom88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? - OMG WHAT IS THIS QUESTION. ughhhh no, no, no, no. that’s the amount of money I get working for 3 months I think, I’ll rather do that.89: What is something you wish you had more of? - records and books.90: Have you ever trusted someone too much? - yeah, way too often91: Do you sleep with your window open? - always, i can’t stand he heat92: Do you get along with girls? - depends. i mean, i love girls and all but somehow idk, i have more male friends93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? - yeah94: Does sex mean love? - just sex? nope. when you do it with somebody you love the most then yeah, can be one of the best things ever. but there’s lots of way to show, express and share love, sex can be just one of them. but sex is great generally sooooooo95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? - yes, that is, that person is a creep ugh96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? - yup97: Did you sleep alone this week? - i sleep alone nearly always98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? - yeah, my friends and mutuals99: Do you believe in love at first sight? - somehow, yes100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise?  - hooooooonestly, we don’t pinky promise in here, I think it’s an american thing haha

jfc THAT TOOK SOME TIME 

[mr-logiemars]

Honestly I’m just bored as fuck and want to write but idk what about, so I’m gonna answer questions. Below the break ~

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life? Kinda? There’s a guy in my program I kind of like, but I highly doubt anything will come from it.  2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? Not completely, but for the most part yes. 3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” KITTY  4: What’s something you really want right now? To be able to sleep 5: Are you afraid of falling in love? At first, yes, but once I know someone and trust them then it just kind of happens without me even realising.  6: Do you like the beach? Ugh, yes. I don’t get to go very often, but it’s so nice there. I wish I could live there. 7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? Yeah 8: What’s the background on your cell? It’s a galaxy backdrop with a screen shot of a tweet (by raytoro) saying “Some days you wake up, and every ounce of self doubt, self loathing, and fear you’ve been feeling for months clears away. Today is that day.” 9: Name the last four beds you were sat on? Uhh, mine at rez, mine in guelph, my sister’s, and my parents’.  10: Do you like your phone? Honestly, yes. It’s starting to crap out just because I’ve had it for two years, but it’s still pretty good regardless. I’ll most likely be sticking with apple when I upgrade. 11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned? Aside from me randomly deciding to go to college, yes. I’m working on music, building my setlist possibilities, and getting some incredible feedback from amazing directors. Music is everything in my life and that’s exactly what I’ve been working towards for the past 5 years. 12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? Someone that I don’t talk to anymore. 13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? Rottweiler  14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Emotional. Physical (for the most part) will heal, but emotional could go on forever. 15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? This is so mean. Why can’t I say both? I guess I’ll go with art museum ‘cause zoos just make me want to cuddle the animals, and I’d rather not support something that could possibly be harming animals behind the scenes. 16: Are you tired? Yes. In all meanings of the word. 17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact? I think we met for the first time like... 3 years ago? Maybe? But we really only started actually talking and stuff about a year and a half ago. 18: Are they a relative? Nah, just a friend 19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? Definitely not. 20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? Halloween ish 21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? If I actually had some sort of confirmation that they were the right person then yes. I’d want to spend every possible day with them in my life. 22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Probably not 23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? Zilch 24: Is there a certain quote you live by? ”There is no truth in the lie that you don’t matter.” 25: What’s on your mind? The guy I like, the performance I’m doing tomorrow, the assignments I have due this week, this bitch from school I really don’t like and have to collab with, thinking about sleeping 26: Do you have any tattoos? I’ve got 4 rn 27: What is your favorite color? Purple 28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? Idk 29: Who are you texting? No one right now 30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? Yeah 31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? Literally every time I think something bad is gonna happen, something bad happens???? 32: Do you have a friend that’s a different gender that you can talk to? Yep, two of my best friends are. 33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you? Doubtful 34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Several people have 35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? I don’t care 36: Were you single on Valentines Day? Yep, and probably will be again this year 37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed? No 38: What do your friends call you? Lil Gucci 39: Has anyone upset you in the last week? Yes. 40: Have you ever cried over a text? Is that not normal? 41: Where’s your last bruise located? On my hip 42: What is it from? No clue 43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? This weekend with family 44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with? My sister 45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes? Yeah, but they vary depending on my outfit/style that day. 46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day? What else are hats for? 47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style? No. I would seriously die 48: Do you make supper for your family? I make food for myself and that’s it 49: Does your bedroom have a door? Yup 50: Top 3 web-pages? Tumblr, Facebook, Ultimate Guitar/Ukulele Chords 51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping? My sister lol 52: Does anything on your body hurt? Right now? No. Which is surprising. 53: Are goodbyes hard for you? Very 54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? Oh, god. I have no idea. And now I’m totally gonna spill something on myself (: 55: How is your hair? I LOVE IT. It’s exactly what I’ve wanted for months and I’m so happy with it rn 56: What do you usually do first in the morning? Hit snooze on my phone at least 3 times, then make myself get out of bed by drinking a lot of water. 57: Do you think two people can last forever? It’s rare, but yes. I know some people who are meant to last. 58: Think back to January 2007, were you single? Pretty sure, yes 59: Green or purple grapes? Green 60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug? Idk 61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? Tbh I’m pretty content with where I am rn 62: When will be the next time you text someone? probably after I finish answering these questions lol 63: Where will you be 5 hours from now? Sleeping B) 64: What were you doing at 8 this morning. Sleeping B) 65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked? I think I still liked my ex because they had just broken up with me, like, 3 weeks before now last year. 66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? I’d say that’s Veronika 67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today? I hugged my girly Ana 68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? Actually I got out of bed last night because I couldn’t get an image out of my head for a rune I wanted to draw meaning “I return the respect I expect.” 69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? LOL you mean every day of my life? 70: How many windows are open on your computer? 2 71: How many fingers do you have? 10 72: What is your ringtone? Just some tone that came on my phone, it makes me think of x-files 73: How old will you be in 5 months? 19 and a half lol 74: Where is your Mum right now? Asleep probably 75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? Because they left me when things started getting serious, claiming they couldn’t be in a relationship right now, then started seeing some chick not even a week later.  76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? Yes 77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? Like.. one of them? 78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? Yup. Her name is Faith and she was my first girl-crush, but I totally freaked out and didn’t know what to do and ended up just throwing away all feelings lol 79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike? Well, my mac is named Mike, but human-wise? I don’t think so. 80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? Yeah, it’s kinda the best. 81: How many people have you liked in the past three months? 2 82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? Nope 83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight? Like, 99.999982% sure that’ll be a no 84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? Damian and Lisa probably lol 85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care? Only if they wouldn’t share lol 86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? The seats fucking moved and I had a panic attack because it made me feel like I was on a roller coaster and I had turned it off but it reset somehow??? So my seat was moving in time with the movie and I did not like that at all nope nope nope 87: Who was your last received call from? It was a group call thing on facebook from some people I’m collaborating with this week. 88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? Butterflies are a huge symbol thing for me, so no. I’d never be able to do that. 89: What is something you wish you had more of? money 90: Have you ever trusted someone too much? Yes 91: Do you sleep with your window open? I do if there’s no air flow in my room. 92: Do you get along with girls? I get along with pretty much everyone unless they’re annoying. 93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? Kinda, yeah. 94: Does sex mean love? No.  95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? Yes. Big problem. Like get me the fuck out of there, kind of problem. 96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? Lol yes 97: Did you sleep alone this week? Yup 98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? Yes. I have a couple somebodies lol 99: Do you believe in love at first sight? I think it’s possible. Usually there’s something that catches your attention right away and makes you drawn to them to find out more. 100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise? My sister. Like two weeks ago, but I can’t remember what it was lol

I’m like super duper positive that no one’s gonna read this, but I was bored and needed something to help me become tired.