#sorry pals !! maybe i'll add to it later

[randomtwfan]

hey i was wondering can you write a Disney descendants flash back story to how Alexander from Pinocchio met his first wife Princess Eilonwy from the Black Cauldron ?

Alexander is the smart and reasonable one in the group.  He is usually dragged in the crazy bullshit that his friends take part in. 

Princess Eilonwy is  sharp, snippy, strong-willed, and sarcastic, but at the same time talkative and often scatterbrained. How They Met: Eilonwy was off on some sort of royal business and went out on a walk on her downtime. Alexander was on his way home from school. (He goes to Auradon Prep) They agreed to stay in touch. Pen pals to lovers!

Heyyy!!! So, your story is FINALLY out!!!🥰🥰🥰 If you don't like it, I can rewrite it, but I really hope you do. Enjoy!❤

NOTE: I didn't know how to add the royal buisness thing so I changed that???? Sorry if you don't like it, I swear I'll try again if that's the case.

Characters: Princess Elionwy (The Black Cauldron) × Alexander (Pinnochio).

When Princess Elionwy enrolled at Auradon Prep, the school was still living it's first years. With Belle and Adam's idea to unify the Kingdoms and celebrate the victory of good over bad, it was only ideal for them to build a place where their youngest citizens could learn about theis stories and about the basic subjects. Enlionwy was excited about going to school -after upon years of living under the power of the Horned King, she was now finally free; free to make friends, learn new things, tell her story to people and show them who she was.

But Auradon was not what she expected. There was this 12 year old girl, who had been the leader of her own rescue mission, surrounded by people who kept trying to shape her into a damzel in distress. She had gone there thinking that being a princess meant being a warrior, a ruler, and ended up being taught... Good manners? "Your dress is not long enough", "your manners are not delicate enough", "you're not tender enough", every single day she would hear statements like that from all of the adults around her and from the other students. To say that she was frustrated would be an understatement.

One year later, she had already learned to accept reality: those people weren't there to tell her how to rule her state; they were there to tell her how to dress, how to walk, how to eat, how to talk, how to laugh, how to be a good lady who would meet a good prince. But accepting reality didn't mean that she had to strictly follow every rule; oh, no, this now 13 year old princess would make herself heard, and very loudly. She was no damzel in distress, and nobody would ever turn her into one. This is how Elionwy became known as the trouble girl of Auradon Prep; skipping good manners classes, arguing with FMG about things she considered outdated, ocasionally doing something wild with her hair and often sneaking out of the school to take a walk around the woods at night.

On the other side of that story was Alexander, also 13 years old. He had the habit of quietly watching whenever Eliowny was getting herself in trouble and showing off her rebelious persona. She reminded him of who he used to be; that little boy who hated school until he got tricked by the Coachman. Before that man made hell of his and his friends' life for years, before they were tortured. He wasn't that person anymore.

Alexander was, in that matter, the opposite of Elionwy. He was an example student, always on line, never the one to start trouble (though sometimes being dragged into some by his good old friend Lampwick), never loud. Maybe, being turned into a donkey for years does that do a guy; being rebel had been the cause of his torture, and he would not make that same mistake ever again. Life had given him a second chance, and he was taking the best out of it.

But watching Elionwy... It made him want some of what she had. That energy, that fire she carried in her was so beautiful to see. She was unafraid, she was a lot like the boy he would have become if he hadn't been shut down. He admired that about her; that, and her beauty. Her flawless blonde hair, big blue eyes and bright smile. Everything about her was amazing. But he would never talk to her; no, she was way too busu in her own world, and he was way too caught up in his own mental walls for that to happen. Or so he taught.

It was a friday night when he was walking through the halls of Auradon Prep, one of the last students out of his room before cufew, that this changed. There he was, making his way to his dormroom after a little snack, with his head in the clouds, that he bumped into a figure. The shock brought him back to reality, and when he lifted his head to see what on Earth had that been, he was staring at thos blue eyes. Elionwy's eyes.

She was wearing a black cape that covered her head and... Leggings??

—I'm sorry, dude. —She appolagized.

—It's ok. —He assured. —Wait, what are you doing out here?

—I could ask you the same.

—I'm not the one dressed like a spy. —He chuckled. —But I'm going back to my room. And you should be in yours.

—Yeah, I should. —She stated.

—So...

—It's Alexander, right?

—What?

—Your name.

—Oh. Yeah, that's me.

—Nice to meet you. —She smiled. —I'm Elionwy.

—I know. —He mirrored her expression. —You have a reputation.

—I know. —She said proudly. —You too.

—I do?

—Yeah... Your grades are enviable.

—Thanks. -He felt his cheeks gerting warm.

—Now, may I go?

—Not before you tell me where.

She playfully rolled her eyes and looked back at him. He was really cute, now that she thought about it. Green puppy eyes, short blonde curls, a pink-ish shade to his face... And if we're being honest, she had always found his intelligence quite charming.

—I found a little cottage in the woods a few months ago, and it's full of magical objects. I go there every now and then to test some of them.

—Magic is not allowed in Auradon. —He alerted.

—It's only forbidden if I get caught. —She winked.

—That's not how it works. —He replied, unable to keep himself from smiling at how natural she seemed.

—You know, you could really losen up a little bit, Alexander. —She said. —You seem like a nice dude, but you would be even nicer if you allowed yourself to have fun sometimes.

—I've tried that once. Didn't really work out for me.

—Well, I'd love to hear that story. So how about you join me and tell me on the way there?

He froze at that. She was asking him, aka top student and slightly nerdy, to join her in one of her adventures. To not only break the school rules, but also the Law.

—Elionwy, I'm not sure that's a good idea.

—Come on. —She insisted. —You could definitely use someone to teach you how to have fun again. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you be, let's say, a "good influence" on me.

His brain was saying no; screaming, actually. But there was a little voice just begging him to say yes. To take on the chance to let this beautiful girl be the person who would help him figure out how to balance fun and seriousness, and to also let him teach hed the good things about being focused.

—I hope I don't regret this. —He cracked a smile, finally giving in.

—You won't. —She took his hand. —Follow me.

And so they went on what would be the first of many adventures they would face toghether, as friends and then as somethibg more. Turns out that opposites do attract after all.

[multifariousqueer]

Idk if anybody had this idea before but well here it goes: Arvin Russell having a smaller wife -in size- and they are both awkward bcz the marriage was sorta out of business but they are both getting along some fluff will be great (add filth if u want :3 )

P.S: srry rly for being awkward it's my first time to request smth😅

Hi! I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna answer this as a black!reader(bc I don't see a lot of black readers).

TW: Business partners to lovers, mentions of Lenora's death and the serial killer couple, Spoilers for tdatt, slow burn(ish).

Your daddy disapproved of Arvin and so did your momma but you knew this was the only way. See, you had always wanted a house and business of your own but being a young small black girl, you often were looked down upon and often times, given the classic talk of "well, maybe this is outta your league little girl." and told to just go find a black man and stay in your "neck of the woods". When you got away from the person who made these comments, you just rolled your eyes and said,

"Well what does he know? That old shit has nary a business bone in his body. Old hick."

Arvin overheard your personal pep talk and said,

"Umm little girl?"

"JESUS CHRIST." you said, startled.

"I'm so sorry it's just you were yelling and I thought you were hurt, my apologies" Arvin said.

You looked him up and down and immediately knew he would be a perfect pawn to get what you need.

"It's okay." You said with a smirk on your face.

Arvin began to walk away when suddenly, you blurted out:

"Hey listen. How would you like an opportunity to make money and get out of this shit town?"

Arvin stopped dead in his tracks but he didn't turn around:

"And how would I do that? Selling Girl Scout Cookies?" Arvin asked. You could hear the bemusement mixed with genuine interest in his voice.

You chuckled. This wasn't the first time you had been underestimated because of your size.

"Not quite. See I'm fixing to start a business and buy a house but I can't do that since I'm-" you pointed to your skin.

"I don't know little girl sounds like a big ask for someone so small." Arvin chuckled

"Listen here Mister, I am 20 and a LEGAL adult just like you. I may sure as hell be damn small but these dreams and the money I'll cut you will be bigger than the fattest man alive, so what do you say?" you said.

"What are we selling? Arvin said, interested.

"Teas, coffee, specialized refreshments." You smiled.

"You really think people want that?" Arvin said.

"Well not these people, that's why I said we're getting out of here. Now come on, I'll let you taste the product." You said pulling Arvin's arm.

6 months later:

"It says here, we need to be married in order to get the house and the storefront." Arvin said.

"Nice try, pal." You said, believing it but not wanting it to be true.

"Business partners don't lie to each other, darlin' " Arvin said with a smirk.

Over the past 6 months, Arvin had taken a liking to you. You were ambitious, pretty, outspoken, goal driven and not a bad cook either. You two always had moments where it felt like you would kiss but you never did. So Arvin convinced himself that you were off limits.

"Alright fine, I know a chapel we can go to." You said begrudgingly.

"Actually?" Arvin didn't think you'd go this far for what you wanted but in a way, he was kind of happy you did go this far.

"Yes Actually now stop wasting time and get dressed." You said.

"Yes ma'am" Arvin called.

When you two arrived at the chapel, You saw your preacher. It was nice to know that this man who had known you since you were in diapers, is marrying you off. Admittedly, you wished it was with someone whom you had loved for years.

Once he married you off, the next stop was your parents house:

"ABSOLUTLEY NOT. UNDER NO SURCOMSTANCES WILL I ALLOW THIS. HOW DARE THIS THING COME IN MY HOUSE AND TELL ME THAT HE WANTS TO MARRY MY Y/N." Your dad said.

"Daddy I'm sorry, It's all for the house and store. I promise."

"FIND ANOTHER WAY." Your dad said.

"Daddy, this is the way. I'll finally be able to take care of you and momma." you said almost tearing up. You haded when he would yell at you.

"I just don't want you to be unhappy." Your dad said.'

"Than let me marry Arvin and get us out of this place." you said through tears.

"Okay baby. If this is what you need to do then do it." Your dad said begrudgingly.

You hugged your momma and oveheard your dad telling Arvin that he would kill him if he tried anything. You went upstairs, packed a bag, and left. Arvin did the same and both of you were off to New York.

1 year later

You and Arvin had just gotten the title to the store and you couldn't be happier. Arvin was falling more and more in love with you as the days went on. You found out a lot about him too, like he had shot a preacher that drove his sister to suicide, how he almost became a victim of these serial killers, and so forth. You were still sleeping in different "beds"(Arvin sleeping on a sofa):

"You sure, country boy? I don't mind sleeping on the couch. I could fit a lot better." You asked genuinely concerned for his wellbeing on that sofa.

"Ladies get the better bed. Besides, It's comfy enough." Arvin said. You realized that Arvin would never tell you if he was in pain or sick or anything about himself really. You had to pry into him to figure out the serial killer story.

You caught yourself staring at Arvin more and more. You never noticed how veiny his arms were or how big his biceps were. He was incredibly protective over you(even though you didn't need it) and he was incredibly strong, like he lifted a 100lb bag of coffee beans over his shoulder like it was nothing. It was safe to say you were starting to fall for him but this is what made you 100% head-over-heels for him:

One cold night in December, you were shivering in the bed. You had woken up from a nightmare and desperately needed to go back to sleep because you had a meeting the next day. You saw Arvin tossing on the couch and decided you couldn't take it anymore:

"Hey Arvin?" you asked as gently as possible

"What's the matter, Y/n?" he asked groggily.

"Uhm, I'm cold." You said sheepishly.

"What do you want me to do about that?" Arvin asked with a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it.

"You're really gonna make me say it?" you said half embarrassed, half jokingly.

"Mhm. If you want it that badly." Arvin said smugly.

"Arvin can you sleep with me?" You said regretfully.

"What's the magic word?" He said now with a full grin.

"Pleeeeaaaassseeee?" You said.

"Good Girl." He said. This sent butterflies through your body.

You two got in the bed and he brought the blanket from the couch. You snuggled up to him and he planted your face in his neck.

"Is this gonna become a daily thing, darlin'?" Arvin asked.

"I don't know. Do you want it to become a daily thing?" You replied.

"I don't mind." He said.

[dustfiremediafanatic]

Trophy Campaign Update:

Today the Forge had another episode of Trophy, with Danny as GM. Joining us again as players were Steve, Johnny, Justin and Nick! Since this is a Patreon only show when released as podcast, I won't go into specifics but I would like to talk about the experience I have when I join in the Livestream.

First of all, anyone can join the stream chat. Though it's a Patreon only show later, it's free for everybody to drop by on Twitch to take a look! I'll add their usual link to the bottom of the post.

A Dustfire Media Livestream is an absolute riot of a time. Watching people make their jokes live helps add a feeling of realism and inclusivity, like what I'd imagine going to a live comedy show would be like. They're hilarious above table and in character these players know how to be diverse with who they represent, and yet still so very them.

What makes the Patreon episode streams that bit more special is most likely the Devil's Bargain mechanic. Usually, like with the streams for The Professionals (as far as I know, I'm dead to the world when those streams are live because it's 1-3am in my time zone), the GM can present a consequence that must be accepted by the player if a player wants an extra dice. A trade off of sorts to help progress the game with certain actions. If they don't accept, they don't get a bonus dice to the roll.

With the Trophy streams however, a Devil's Bargain is open to ANYONE to suggest - other players, or chat. So we the viewers get to add in our own potential consequences to the plot. This makes for some hilarious twists and turns, trust me.

Another thing in particular I enjoy specifically is talking with chat about the characters and story events themselves. If (SOMEHOW) you're not a Patreon, then there's likely someone in chat more than happy to give you a quick summary of what you've missed so you can join in like the rest of us. Or even if you just have internet connection issues! (Like me! Lagged pretty bad so a pal in chat helpfully posted the important points I'd missed in the 20 seconds of buffering I experienced).

I also find I learn new words, or even new ways to say certain words thanks to differences in upbringing/accent. Like the word Cuirass (Sorry Justin calling you out here for this particular one since it stuck out to me!) Justin was pronouncing it as "Coo-rass", whereas I've always thought it was pronounced "Cure-ass". I've not really heard the word spoken before however so now I'm curious! Is it just a Justin thing, or is that really how you're meant to say it?

I might have digressed a bit there, but the Dustfire never fails to deliver on great cliffhangers and full-depth stories leaving people eager to know what's happening next. Whether it's a one shot base being worked on and brought to life, or a completely new story created with a rulebook of any game, I'm yet to be dissatisfied with any of their content. Not kidding, it's all amazing!! Doesn't matter who is running the game either, all of them tell incredible stories.

Final note, and weirdly enough the reason I started typing this post; one major change between this session of Trophy and the last is that last session the game was Trophy Dark, whilst this one upgraded/morphed into Trophy Gold. The story is still the same (well, as much as we can tell for it!) And the Dustfire guys have assured us everything will make more sense in the end - alas it's only one episode a month!

Maybe if we get more Patreon participants they can stream it more... Come be a White Lotus Agent with me! More agents against the forces of evil is always a wonderful time ♡

I hope you enjoy your time with them as much as I do. Please find a link to both their Twitch page, and their website below (bonus - they've got merch too!)

[remihearst-blog]

(BENEDETTA PORCAROLI, CIS FEMALE) - Have you seen REMI HEARST? REMI is in HER SOPHOMORE year. The COMMUNICATIONS MAJOR is 20 years old & is an ARIES. People say SHE is OPEN-MINDED, CANDID, RECKLESS and DETACHED. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY SOCIETY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE SLEPT WITH HER BEST FRIEND’S DAD AND RUINED THEIR FAMILY. (GEN. 21. MST. SHE/HER.)

second born following the rays of a son, remi is conceived initially to maintain the gleaming facade the hearst’s intend to portray: a family of four, each meant to adorn a politician’s grin of pearls and secrecy

maybe she’s born with the decay, or maybe the saccharine of a honeyed upbringing causes her to rot. whatever the case, she’s bored, so bored. and so she drinks until the room spins, and then she spins with it; a nose carved straight in youth follows a powder line with a hundred dollar bill in some grimy bathroom sticky with transgression; she’s caught bent at the waist of the mayor’s son, on the arm of her father’s business associate the next night. she’s a shell of a girl, empty, attempting to satiate the ache by swallowing whole everything in site.

tethered to a family built on the importance of an image, remi is easily their largest mar; media mogul’s daughter often seen typed to perez or the lacquer of people, paired with a photo to further dig her grave. her parents brush crumbs from their laps and tell their friends it’s just a phase over brunch, a downward spiral that’s bound to be over soon.

she enrolls in yates to follow her friends, a cheque from her father ensuring her acceptance and continued enrolment.  

potential connections:

a tutor! or two. rem is probably near flunking a class or two, and whether the professor decides to stick it to the man and make an example of her or she’s just truly not getting the concept, they tutor her. maybe for extra cash or volunteer hours, or because their professor makes them.

an unknown love interest. maybe they meet on some app, but through using alias’ they have gotten close without actually knowing one another. maybe they’re actually friends in real life, or enemies, or they’ve never met. or one of them does know who the other one is, but they’re in too deep, and don’t want to reveal who they really are.

the rich tend to play together, so someone she’s known for a while

someone who’s into her, but only behind closed doors; they can’t be seen with the girl with leftover powder on their nose ! 

best friends! gal pals of my dreams, please. maybe they’re childhood friends or met at yates— either way, they’re inseparable, stitched to one anothers’ sides. they’ll fuck your dads just for fun, no judgement here. inspo 1, inspo 2, inspo 3. 

current hookups, past hookups, the one she lost her virginity to, the list goes on. rem probably sleeps around and doesn’t really get attached, so they could either be fwb or for once maybe she’s hung up on someone just for the ~angst.

rem’s light! they’re everything good, everything that she’ll never quite be, and she either loves them or resents them for it. could either be the one who holds her hair back, or outwardly judges. either way, they’re her polar.  

and, the opposite, someone who is the same sort of messy. whether they’re romantically involved (these sort of ~vibes) or just pals. 

and literally ! anything ! else! i’m up for whatever!

[lunaralight09]

hear me out;; SCPs with a half-cannibal!S/O (gender neutral or male) that can eat both normal food and y'know, organs,,

(P.s. I'll add picture/images that I add in Tumblr later . And sorry if there is a mistakes in this . I'm not English )

SCP 035

That's ... Unusual . Lucky me . I'm porcelain mask .

It a little shocking when you first thought about maybe eating your enemy ... I don't know what he thought about it . But I can assure that she was really shocked . He didn't expect to see a cannibal in here . Do 05 know about it ?

They are concerned that you aren't fully a cannibal . but it's pretty cool too ! 50/50 should I say ? (You can imagine how you met together . So ... yeah . AND MY INSIDE DEMON NAMED "WRITTER" IS STILL SLEEPING AND DOES NOT KNOW WHAT I NEED OF THEM .)

She's really neutral about it . And I don't think that something will change in your relationships with him (You choose whatever it's platonic/romantic one). They'll be very curious . And if you 2 got out of Foundation and blew the facility and all SCPs got out . He'll be living with you ! And ask you what would you like to eat . Human or normal food . You choose . It will be pretty easy you know 'cause 035 have charism- control of people mind . No problem bestie/lover !

Like I said they're 50/50 and don't worry once you'll know each other better she won't tell anybody about your secret . I'd say 9/10 .

SCP 049

Ahem . Again you choose how you met .

He's intrigued by your diet of eating humans and food that you usually eat which is not again humans ... And the truth is that his patients/zombies eat humans too . Who would've known that ? Almost everybody . So he thinks that it like normal ... don't ask how . He's pretty strange . He's okay with it . And never would tell anybody cause you'll be in big trouble for that . And he doesn't want that to happen to his significant other/friend .

Oh and ... if you get hungry at containment breach ... Well ... he can kill for you . Yeah ... He's loyal to him friends . And he don't have many . It's sad(

Welp I think he'll be 9.5/10 .

SCP 073

Oh ... um . You're special ! Yeah ... Don't worry I won't tell anybody about it . I'm just surprised . When he learned that you are half cannibal ... that's really shocked . Like ... when people eat other humans they get sick/become cannibal . But you're very ... lucky that you didn't become fully a cannibal . So yeah .

Oh and Cain is okay with that . Don't worry . And like with 035 it won't change the relationship with you . And if you 2 live together he would cook human food . He just don't know how to cook human meat or organs . But you can teach him . He'll really try to make a good food .(Welp idk what to write next .)

Probably 8/10

SCP 076

... Okay

He's just neutral about you being a half cannibal . He don't really care . He think that you're a regular human just have a special diet . Or something like that . Like I said neutral . Oh and he'll help you when you want to eat ... human organs.(It sounds weird , but I'm okay with that . I like it- ) He likes to kill people and you can eat the bodies of dead people . That's the plus for 2 of you .

Oh nobody won't ask him about you or something about the cannibals . They don't think that he will talk or be interested in it .

7/10 .

SCP 323

...Do my mate want a heart ?

Yeah , you know a wendigo and a half cannibal . What could go wrong ? Well they would offer you human organs recently , even if you tell them that you're not fully a cannibal . They just like that someone share the same diet as them . Well overexcited . Oh and they will bring you dead people , so you can eat .

... Who wants to ask question to wendigo ? Huh ? No one ... Okay .

10/10

SCP 682

... So what ?

Like 076 he don't care about a fact that you're a half cannibal . He literally like : 'Me too . I eat people too .' . He's a good pal/partner . Well not really , but he's very sarcastic . The sarcasm . SARCASM ... That's not the point of this headcannons ... Let's return to half cannibal y/n . Like I said he don't give a f- about your diet .

Eh if people died and was half eaten . They'll think that it's 682 , 953 or 096. You know why . Not really many people wouldn't suspect you . It really depend on your behavior .

7/10 .

[randomshyperson]

Left Behind - Chapter 8 - Fine Line

Gif was made by my friend @abimess

Summary: The one where you lived in the apartment under the Maximoff family in Sokovia, or, your journey as a Sokovian civilian to Avenger.

Warnings: (+16) Violence, fighting, cursing, civil war environments, abuse of power, assault, torture, underage kissing, psychological torture, substance use, mention of assault/fighting of children, smut, kissing, teasing, insinuation of sexual and moral harassment, verbal offenses.

Words: 4.183K

A/N> I have no idea. Good reading.

All Works Masterlist || Read on AO3 || Series Masterlist

//-//-//-//-////-//-//-//-////-//-//-//-////-//-//-//-//

Chapter 8 - Fine Line

As soon as the jet landed on the compound, things started to change.

Nick Fury was waiting for the Avengers at the entrance, and you exchanged a look with Natasha as you walked alongside everyone.

"I would like the twins to attend this meeting." Nick asks as soon as Steve leads the team into the office. You sit down next to Bucky on the couch in the common room, and he looks at you, as if wondering if you were going to contradict the other man, but you are looking at the Maximoffs.

Wanda and Pietro nod in understanding, and you try to give a reassuring smile when the girl looks at you, but it doesn't seem to help much as she just looks away and walks inside with her brother.

"What do you think they're talking about?" You ask a few minutes after you and Bucky are left alone. The winter soldier sighs lightly.

"Ultron, of course." He says. "Nick will want to know everything the twins have on him since they were working together. And I think some legal questions about them being here, like we did with you."

"Do you think they will want to become Avengers?" You ask a moment later, twiddling your fingers anxiously. Bucky gives a little smile.

"Depends on how much Tony talks."

You laugh, leaning back against the armchair.

"Maybe that will take a while, wanna eat something?" Bucky asks next, and you glance at the meeting room door before muttering, "Sure."

You and Bucky stand up toward the kitchen counter and he reaches into the cupboards, pulling out some ingredients as you prop your elbow on the counter.

"I'm going to make my secret recipe." He comments with a smile, taking two plates and placing them on the wood. "Grab some cheese for us?"

"Sure." You reply as you walk over to the refrigerator.

For the next few minutes, you watch Bucky prepare what resembles a cheese sandwich, but which he calls the Barnes secret recipe, but which is only different about the tomato and the fact that he heats the bread with oregano.

"Are you sure about that?" You ask as you watch him put on even more oregano. Bucky laughs lightly and then closes the bread, handing you one piece and taking the other.

"Come on, tell me what you think." He asks and you grimace uncertainly still biting into it. It is surprisingly good tasting, but deciding to tease him, you don't smile and the man looks at you wide-eyed.

"Dammit, pal, I don't think that turned out so good." You start and he takes a quick bite of the sandwich, and realizing you were joking, he nudges you lightly as he chews, making you laugh.

"Idiot." He grumbles but ends up laughing too.

You are in the middle of laughing when the meeting ends. Distracted by the interaction, you don't see the Avengers leaving the room, much less notice the way Wanda quickly catches the scene of you and Bucky laughing, and misinterprets it all.

"Barnes' secret recipe? Do you still have any for me?" Steve asks as he approaches, and you look at the Avengers who have entered the kitchen, scanning around for Wanda, but she is looking at the floor.

"I'll make one for you." Bucky says as the captain sits down on one of the stools. "Are you going to tell us what happened in there?"

Steve smiles, propping his elbow on the potty.

"For the current time, you guys are looking at the new two members of the Avengers." He counters and you widen your eyes, looking immediately at the twins. Pietro matches your excitement, but all you get from Wanda is a quick, almost annoyed look.

You leave your unfinished sandwich on your plate, and thank Bucky before walking over to the twins.

"Can we talk?" You ask them half-heartedly.

"Of c-

"Are you sure you're not busy?" Wanda interrupts her brother halfway through, crossing her arms. You frown in confusion, but Natasha approaches you.

"Why don't you show them the compound, Y/N?" She suggests with a smile. "They're going to be your door-mates too."

"Okay." You agree and exchange a look with Pietro before waving the direction where they should follow you.

It takes a few minutes to show them around, but you ensured that if they ever got lost, all they had to do was call out "Jarvis" who was already restored to the compound, plus there were maps in every corridor.

And then you led them to the hallway of rooms, and Pietro was the first door.

"I guess that's you." You say, and Pietro takes out the magnetic key he must have gotten from Fury in the briefing room to open the door.

You let the twins in first, and then follow them with your hands in your pockets, smiling at the impressed hiss Pietro gives.

"I know, it's fancy." You comment and he gives a short laugh, looking around.

"I never thought I'd be under the same roof as Tony Stark." He speaks and you bite the inside of your cheek, looking away to the floor.

"Yeah, me neither."

Have a moment of silence as they look around until Wanda, who is standing with her arms crossed and beside her brother, looks at you.

"Did you talk to him?" She asks. "About... Sokovia?"

You sigh lightly.

"I kind of did." You say. "Tony is... difficult. There' s not much to say about it if you ask me. I learned about how he had no idea that Stark Industries bankrolled the war, because he was busy spending his own fortune."

"Great guy." Pietro mutters and you give a weak little smile.

"Yeah, I know." You continue. "I'm sorry about that. I know you guys always wanted to find him and make him pay, but he didn't even know about the whole thing."

You shift the weight of your feet, and then sigh. "I know that doesn't change anything, but he apologized. And then he made me a suit, and let me stay here."

"You're right, it doesn't change or fix anything." Wanda retorts, but her gaze softens, "But, it's a start."

"And now we promise to help defeat Ultron." Pietro adds and you shake your head.

"What did Nick Fury say to convince you guys?" You ask with mild amusement and Pietro laughs, exchanging a quick glance with his sister.

"Your name." Wanda replies and you stop laughing because you feel your heart race, and your face heat up at the intensity of her gaze. Pietro seems to find the whole interaction amusing.

"W-what?"

"It doesn't matter. Can I see my room now?" Wanda asks quickly, already walking away to leave. You exchange a quick glance with Pietro, who just shrugs and then follows Wanda down the hall.

"Is this the one?" she asks as she stops next door and you shake your head.

"No, I'm in the middle." You clarify. "Yours is next."

She gives a smile as she looks at your door.

"I've never been in a room that was yours."

"That's because I've never had a room of my own before." You comment with a chuckle. "Wanna take a look?"

Wanda glances at you and then nods. You move closer to open the door, and try to ignore the way your heart races and your hands tremble because Wanda doesn't move aside and you have to lean in to open the lock.

She walks in as soon as the door opens, and you follow her in silence, trying not to look so affected.

"I think I just have the stuff the Avengers gave me here." You explain as you watch Wanda look around. "Not that I had anything in Sokovia."

Most of the rooms in the tower had a pattern of furnishings, and colors. As they became more comfortable, the team members would add their own personality to the room. In the short time you stayed with them, the most you had were sweaters with the team logo all over the place, or training shoes. There were also, however, drawings. And Wanda noticed.

"What are these?" She asks as she reaches for the small notebook on the armchair. You ran your hand through your hair shyly.

"A hobbie, I guess." You count with a smile. "It's new, it's...therapeutic, I think that's the word."

Wanda looks at you curiously.

"Since I've been here, I've had some trouble getting relaxed." You explain and Wanda frowns slightly. "So Bucky suggested finding a hobby of some sort."

"Who is Bucky?"

"The guy with the metal arm." You say and continue talking, not noticing the way Wanda squeezes the sketchbook a little too hard. "Since we've been through similar experiences, he figured that what his therapist taught him would probably help me too. He cooks, and I draw."

"Got it." Wanda murmurs, shifting her gaze to the notebook again. She opens it and looks at the pages carefully, smiling at some of the drawings. "When you say, similar experiences, what do you mean?"

You hesitate. Wanda doesn't know all about it. Everything you went through to get there. You wonder if you would like her to know.

"Maybe that's something for another time." You say as you look away and she looks upset.

"You used to tell me everything."

"Maybe there are things you don't need to know."

Wanda stares at you with her jaw locked. You look back, not sure what it is exactly that you're trying to hide.

You give in, with a soft sigh. You have waited so long to see them, only to have this strange nervous tension between you two.

Running a hand through your hair, you gesture to Wanda to return your notebook.

"Let me take you to your room..."

"No need, next door right? I'll be fine." She interrupts angrily, tossing the notebook into your hand.

"Wanda..."

But she's out of the room before you're done. You take a deep breath, staring at the notebook in your hands. Wanda never got to see the drawings you made of her.

Figuring that you should give them time to settle into their rooms, and take a shower after a mission like that, you return the notebook to your desk and decide to do the same.

With luck, you will be able to talk properly to each other in no time.

//-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-//

Wanda and Pietro joining the team, seemed to have been the essential advantage for the Avengers to be ahead of Ultron.

Once you were back in the common room, Natasha handed you a mug of coffee while making a joke about Tony bragging about deciphering Ultron's entire plan, and you just laughed when she commented that it was easy to decipher when the twins had already shared the key information.

"We're going to Korea early tomorrow morning." She counters. "I think Steve wants to know if you're still going to be a part of it."

"Why wouldn't I?" You ask confused and she raises an eyebrow.

"You found your friends." She retorts and you sigh.

"Oh, yeah." You say. "B-but I can still help. I...I still want to"

"Is this about Ultron manipulating your friends?"

"Maybe."

Natasha laughs lightly.

"Well, the captain is in the conference room organizing everything." She says.

"I think he will be pleased to know that you are not heading off to Sokovia."

"Yet." You retort with a smile making Nat laugh as you take the coffee mug back.

When you arrived at the conference room, Steve was distracted by some paperwork, and you knocked on the door before entering.

"Hey, kiddo." He said as he turned his head to look at you quickly before returning his attention to the papers. "Everything okay?"

"Sure, Steve." You replied approaching, deciding to stay on your feet. "I wanted to let you know that I can still help."

Steve looks at you with a mixture of surprise and amazement.

"I thought..."

"Yeah, I know what I said before."You interrupt with an almost embarrassed smile. "But I want to help. I don't know what Ultron is planning, and I thought this was not my fight. But then..."

"It affected your friends." He concludes and you nod. Steve sighs and leans on the table, crossing his arms as he looks at you. "You know, I think I should give you a speech about how being a hero is about helping everyone, not just the people who matter to you."

You laugh humorlessly, looking away. You were going to contradict, but Steve quickly adds.

"I'm not going to do that." He says. "I won't because you grew up in a war that wasn't yours, with no one to fight for you. So you three were the only heroes you ever knew."

"We weren't heroes, Steve." You retort with a sigh. "We were just orphans trying to survive."

"My point is, I'm in no position to lecture you." He clarifies and you cross your arms, waiting for him to finish. "Your motive for fighting is nobody's business but your own. What matters is that you will be helping."

"Thanks, Cap." You grumble and Steve smiles.

He grabs a clipboard, and starts telling you about them finding out that Ultron had intention to create a better body made of Vibranium, and how they would be going to Korea to stop that and get the scepter back with the stone.

He is in the middle of the sentence about putting you on the support team when you can hear his heartbeat.

The sudden noise startles you and you frown in confusion.

"Everything okay?" He asks as he notices your expression, before you can say anything, your head starts to spin.

It's not just his heartbeat, but all the blood circulating in his veins that can be heard next. You suddenly find it hard to breathe, and just as you notice Steve's full molecular presence, you're able to know Natasha is in the next room, hear Tony chew in the basement, or feel Clint scratch his back.

It is oppressive and overwhelming and you stumble back in despair.

"W-what's happening?" You ask trying to breathe normally.

"Hey kid, breath, are you okay?" Steve asks worried, approaching you with his hands raised.

His heartbeat accelerates because he's scared for you and you gasp, covering your ears because you feel your head is going to explode.

"Please stop it." You ask in desperation, feeling your eyes fill with tears with all that information at once. "It's too much. please..."

"Tell me what's wrong." He asks but you just sit on the floor, burying your heads in your knees, and covering your ears as you try to breathe. "I'll get help."

Even after he leaves, you can feel his presence in the other rooms.

And it gets considerably worse when all the Avengers are around you, worried and asking what's wrong. Their heartbeats feels like it's going to pop your eardrums, and you want to scream.

"Hey Y/N, I need you to focus on my voice." It was Bruce, kneeling in front of you. "It's your powers increasing, remember how we talked about that? Try to focus on me."

"I can't. " You cry. "Please Bruce, it's too much. Tell them to be quiet."

"This will help." He says and you feel a sting in your thigh.

Little by little, the sounds become muffled, until they disappear. You get a taste of iron in your mouth, and you look up to see the whole team looking at you with concern, and Bruce in front of you, giving you a short smile.

"I'm sorry." You mumble awkwardly, feeling exhausted.

"Do not worry kid." Bruce says. "Can you stand?"

"I think so."

Bruce helps you anyway, one hand around your waist while your arm rests around his shoulders.

"I think you'd better lie down for a while." He says and then you are walking. "Guys, let's give her some space, alright?"

Bruce asks the team and they stop following you two. Bruce takes you to his room, and helps you to bed.

"Here we go." He murmurs as soon as you lie down completely. "How do you feel?"

"Exhausted." You respond weakly, feeling your eyes grow heavy. "Thanks for help."

"Any time." He says. "Rest kid, we have a lot to talk about when you wake up."

You want to tell him you'd like to know what's going on now, but you're falling asleep right away.

You don't know Wanda is standing at your door with a pounding heart.

//-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-////-//-//-//

Waking up is surprisingly unpainful.

You expected at least a headache, but your powers do the job right.

"Good Morning." Bruce greets you as soon as he notices you fidgeting with the sheets. You frown.

"Morning? How long was I gone?"

"Thirty-eight hours and twelve minutes." He responds by placing the tablet he was holding on the table beside him. You widen your eyes in surprise, sitting up quickly. "Hey, take it easy."

"B-but the mission..."

"Do not worry about it." He says as he approaches your bed, sitting next to you at knee level. Bruce assesses you quickly and then sighs. "Are you feeling something? Any dizziness?"

"No." You say. "Where are the others?"

"The twins also went to Korea if that's what you want to know." He responds while looking away to fiddle with his jacket. He takes out a small lantern and holds it close to your eyes, examining something in them as he mutters to himself.

"What was wrong with me?" You ask as soon as he puts the object away. He adjusts his glasses.

"Don't talk like that." He asks. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"I was out for two days, doc." You retort with irony and he gives a short laugh.

"Yes, because you were exhausted." He says. "Don't worry about it, it's not a bad sign."

You mutter, crossing your arms. Bruce clears his throat as he reaches for the tablet on the table and then hands it to you.

"I did some analysis while you were sleeping." He says, and you stare at the graphics without understanding much. "They are good news."

"What did you inject in me back there?" You ask then, handing the tablet back to him.

"An alternative to Hydra Serum." He clarifies. "Without the obeying part, just the controlling of your abilities."

"Thanks, I guess." You mumble. Bruce locks the tablet before looking at you again.

"I'll ask Bucky to cook you something to eat, and then we'll go to the lab." He warns you. "We have some things to talk about."

"Whatever you say, doc."

//-//-////-//-////-//-////-//-//

After eating, and thanking Bucky for the favor, you returned to the lab.

Bruce set up a kind of glass room that made you frown.

"I have a cell now?" You joked and he grimaced.

"It's not a cell." He retorted. "It's a training room."

"It looks like a cell."

"It is not."

"But it looks like."

Bruce sighed and you giggled, crossing your arms as you look at the glass in front of you. He walked over to open the door through the holographic lock and you took a closer look.

"Why did I get a training cell?"

"Your training room is special." He says entering the glass box. You follow him, and as soon as he enters, you notice that the glass muffles all outside noise. When the door closes behind you, you can only hear Bruce. "I needed something that could block out everything else when your powers awaken again."

"But I don't have super hearing, Banner." You retort. "I don't understand why an anti-noise room is the best option."

"That's not what it's for."

You tap the glass with your fingers while Bruce fiddles with the tablet. And then the glass gains a new layer of protection, which glows golden before becoming practically invisible.

"Cool." You whisper and then turn to him again. "But what is it for?"

"Well, as I said earlier, I did other tests on your blood." He counts. "By my calculations, and from your little scene two days ago, you're going to be showing an immediate growth in your healing abilities over the next few days."

"Okay..."

"Shield tries to classify the enhanced humans as best as possible, and after working with Maria, we put you in some of those categories." He counts and with a flick of his fingers, a hologram comes out of the tablet into the air in front of him.

It was your file, and lots of texts and some photographs that you thought were images from your time in Hydra. Those were Shield's files on you.

"Of course we'll just have to wait for it to happen, but you're already classified as an enhanced beta level with biotherapeutic skills."

You looked around the files, surprised about the pics of your young self that Shield managed to recover. Even images from your childhood.

"For now, you've only demonstrated cell regeneration and close-range healing manipulation."

He narrates. "And two days ago, you had a small episode."

"I could hear everyone's heartbeats." You clarified still looking at the files. "I felt them in the next room."

"I understand." Bruce grumbles as he writes something down on his tablet. "This is called biomolecular detection. Depending on how you evolve, you might be able to detect injured people meters away."

You frown in surprise. Bruce is thoughtful.

"Not only detecting the injured, but also being able to tell exactly where the wounds are." He says. "It's impressive."

"You forgot the part where I couldn't breathe and I curled up on the floor like a scared child." You mock.

"That's what this room is for." He retorts with a smile. "You need to learn to handle your powers in a controlled environment."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"It's better than putting you in the middle of the fight, I'm sure of that."

You sigh, crossing your arms.

"What else does Shield have on me?"

"You want to look at childhood pictures, don't you?"

You laugh, shrugging.

"Obviously."

After showing your files, Bruce also explained how the room was designed to block, at a molecular level, your ability to sense other people outside the room.

Since the team wasn't in the tower for the next few days until the end of the mission in Korea, Bruce and Bucky would help you practice with your powers.

And as soon as the serum Bruce developed started to wear off, you felt your powers come back with a vengeance.

"I need you to focus on my voice until we get to the lab." Bucky asked worried as he found you on your knees at the living room floor, hands over your ears. You muttered weakly, feeling him help you to your feet as you heard the air rush in and out of his lungs. He started humming a song, and you whimpered, trying to concentrate, but everything was overwhelmingly noisy.

It seemed to take forever, but then everything went quiet next.

You look up to realize that Bucky has left you in the room, and then close the door.

"Thank you, buddy." You say, adjusting your balance by leaning against the glass.

"Don't worry." He says giving you a gentle smile. "Do you feel better?"

"Fuck, yes." You grumble as you quickly wipe your tears. Bucky watches you carefully.

You sit on the floor, closing your eyes. It takes Bruce a few minutes to get to the lab, but when he does, he looks worried.

"Sorry for taking so long, I was all the way downstairs." He clarifies as he approaches the glass. "How do you feel?"

"It happened again." You count. "But as soon as I got in here everything was quiet."

"Well the room works, that's great." He says and you laugh weakly. "I think we can start your training then."

"But who will train her?" Bucky asks confused.

"I thought you could do that." Bruce retorts and Bucky looks at him in surprise.

"What? I thought you were going to do it."

"I don't know how to train anyone, I'm just a doctor." Bruce argues.

"Well I'm a sergeant who was brainwashed for eighty years, I'm not the teacher type."

"But you're a still a sergeant..."

"I was never a drill Sergeant..."

"Jeez." You grunt humorously, clearing your throat to stop the argument. "I have an idea, as clearly none of you are in the mood to train me, I suggest Bruce give me some more of the special serum until Natasha or Steve get back."

"We can do that." Bruce agrees. "I'll get the serum. Hopefully you'll learn to control this soon."

"I hope so, doc."

/-//-//-//-////-//-//-//-////-//-//-//-////-//-//-//-///-//-//-//-////-//-//-//-////-//-

Tag list> @imapotatao / @aimezvousbrahms/ @ensorcellme/ @helloalycia || @mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch / @idek-5 // @myperfectlovepoem // @helloalycia // @ENSORCELLME // @AIMEZVOUSBRAHMS // @drpepperobsessed // @sighsam // @olsensnpm // @sxfwap // @table57 // @madamevirgo // @causeitswhatjesuswouldfreakingdo // @emptysince18x // @xastrydx || @yuhloversxx || @ymzki-haruki || @wouldirunofftheworldsomeday || @lostandsearching || @lezzzbehonesthere || @musicinourlips || @chaekhan || @diaryoflife

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Cruel Summer (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader

Summary: It's a normal day for Alpha Steven Grant Rogers.

Well, if you don't count the fact that his childhood friend and best pal James Buchanan Barnes is currently on trial for his crimes as the Winter Soldier. Paired with his responsibilities as an Avenger, there's a lot on his plate.

Until he meets you by chance in an elevator.

You're just trying to figure this new world out after being frozen for forty years. You're hoping for a fresh new start. A new normal.

And then you meet Steve.

Life can't get worse... right?

Chapter Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, verbal fights, mentions of war, mutant!reader, allusions to smut towards the end

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! This chapter turned out wayyyy longer than I thought. I hit 8k words, and I was going to add the smut to complete it. But alas, it was 8k words already and I didn't want this chapter to drag on too long, so the smut shall be in the upcoming chapter. Hope that explains everything!

Also, I don't know what's up with Tumblr and its new update, but I couldn't tag almost everyone. So, if I couldn't tag you, I'll try and tag everyone in the next chapter. Sorry for that!

As always, if you'd like to read this chapter on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 8019

A couple of weeks later…

Helen Cho was in a rush.

The dark-haired, Korean Omega was rushing through the halls of Medical, in a hurry to get to the meeting with the Medical Department.

Unfortunately, Chad, or Big Creep Weirdo as you affectionately nicknamed him— would also be there.

Sadly for her, she was the only one who could tolerate sitting next to him. One time you had sat down next to him, and he had said a crude remark. The next thing everyone knew, he had shouted about being shocked. You had sat there, feigning innocence before you snarked at Chad that maybe if he hadn’t wanted to be shocked, that he should’ve accepted your no and fucked off.

Needless to say, the department never sat the two of you together ever again.

And after Helen had threatened to stab him with a needle of anesthesia, he had taken the obvious hint and shut up around her, too.

Really, you really would have thought that he would’ve left her alone, considering she was Mated. Helen had a frigging Alpha. She was taken off the market!

Just the thought had her scowling all the way into the room.

However, seeing the four Avengers in the conference room made her stop in her tracks.

Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, and Sam Wilson were all leaning against the wall, looking as if they were all posing for a photoshoot or something. Hurriedly, Helen made her way to her seat, which was sandwiched between you and Big Creep Weirdo.

Completely ignoring the creepo, she turned to her right, where you were sitting. In a hasty tone, she hissed. “What are they doing here?” To which, you shrugged. “Keeping the peace, I guess?” You chewed on your bowl of grapes you had smuggled in from the cafeteria.

Helen was surprised. You were surprisingly in good spirits today. You were dressed in a pair of mint green scrubs today, and you were leaning back into your chair. Utterly satisfied. After your little tryst with Steve a couple of weeks ago, he had driven you home on his motorcycle and had stayed the night. He even told you that he was going to be dropping off some of his clothes at your apartment before he left the following morning, so you could keep them in your nest. That way, his scent would stay with you.

So now, Steve was a normal contender at your apartment, and your place was slowly beginning to smell like him. Slowly, his scent was seeping into every nook and cranny of your apartment.

And that made your Omega a very, very happy woman. She was overjoyed. Thrilled, even. And slowly, you were finding yourself slowly inching towards the okay camp of allowing more and more of Steve in your life.

Although, you didn’t know if you should tell him.

No.

Not yet.

It was too early. What if he fled in horror? What if he never wanted to speak to you ever again? What if he just thought of you as a fling and hadn’t been taking this seriously ever since the beginning?

Those thoughts plagued you as you continued to chomp at your grapes, popping them into your mouth.

Steve was watching you. Dressed in his Stealth Suit, he leaned against the wall, his shield even propped up on his back. His blue eyes were watching as you popped grape after grape into your mouth, even seeing the turquoise color you had painted on your nails. Thanks to the serum, his vision was practically twenty/twenty. He saw the smooth texture on your nails, and he decided he liked it. The color suited you very well.

“Can you stop eating so loud?”

You nearly squished the grape you had been about to pop into your mouth in annoyance. Your temper had flared up. Your Omega was already on guard. She snapped her teeth at this measly excuse of an Alpha, almost as she was saying, you wanna go, bro? Let’s go bitch. I’m ready for you.

In a controlled tone, “I’m not eating loud. I’m chewing with my mouth closed. If it bothers you that much, then just stand at the wall until everyone else gets here.”

“Can you just stop chewing so loud?” Chad repeated as if you were some small child being scolded by an adult that hadn’t heard what they said. You resisted the growing urge to snap your teeth at him.

“I just said I’m chewing with my mouth closed!” You snapped back at him, ready to throw your grape back into your bowl.

“Should we help her?” Sam whispered. “Nah,” replied Clint, “—she’s got it covered.”

As Steve smelt your scent become thicker and your mood got increasingly agitated, your sweet scent of lilies and lavender twisted and turned into something foul. All the while, your scent was protruding into the room, making a Beta cough. Steve even saw another Omega pull up their face mask, in an attempt to keep your scent from making their eyes water.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t make sounds at all!” He heard Chad shouting at you. “Oh, now I’m not allowed to eat in this conference room Chad? Who are you, Tony Stark? Do you own this building? I don’t see your name anywhere Chad!” You retaliated at the burly Alpha.

Sam stifled a laugh. “She’s funny,” snorted the Black Alpha. “Wait till you meet her cousin. They could do a stand-up comedy on Netflix. It could be a Netflix special.” Clint snickered. Natasha hummed her agreement.

Steve however, was not laughing.

He was watching as your hands curled into fists. For a second, he thought, wow, it was getting really warm in here. Was it just him?

But surely, no one had turned the heater on, right? It was in the middle of frigging April! It was spring already! The weather was nice! There was no way someone had decided to crank up the heater.

No fucking way.

… Right?

Natasha immediately grabbed her Alpha’s arm. Without speaking, she motioned to a very angry Hmong Omega who was about to blow her fuse.

“… I’m not even chewing all that loud! What the hell’s your problem? Are you still salty over the fact that I rejected you? Dude, that was over five months ago! You called me a harlot!” You screeched.

“What’s a harlot?”  Clint hissed to his Omega. “He called her a prostitute. Or, as asshole Alphas call it these days, a whore.”  Natasha looked ready to throttle Chad too. Not that Clint blamed her. He hated asshole Alphas. If he could, he would have throttled Chad into next week. He would’ve had a great time doing it too.

Clint was about to stand up, but a look from Natasha silenced him. It left him to glare at the scene unfolding in front of him, even scowling in dismay like a child whose toy had gotten taken away from them.

Most of the Omega’s and Betas had stood up, wanting to be as far away from this escalating debauchery as possible. Steve didn’t blame them.

The increasing temperature was getting to him again.

Again!

Seriously! Did someone crank up the temperature in the room?

By now, you had gotten up from your chair, standing with your arms crossed over your chest as you continued to verbally fight the burly Alpha, bickering back and forth. Then, Chad got up.

Clint suddenly grabbed Natasha’s arm. Steve caught it.

The blond Alpha looked alarmed. Then, Clint leaned over to Natasha, whispering something in her ear. It distinctively sounded like Russian, because Steve didn’t understand a lick of what he had said. Natasha replied back in Russian in a hushed whisper, the two of them going back and forth for a couple of seconds before Natasha shook her head no. Clint however, shook his head yes, much to her dismay.

The mated pair, too busy arguing back and forth, unfortunately, did not see Chad leaning down at you, contentiously shouting in your face, while you literally started glowing.

Wait.

Glowing?

The temperature in the room started to slowly inch up, and it was there that Steve had gotten it.

He got it.

By now, most of the people in the room had gotten out. Someone saw the glowing Omega from the door, which was wide open, and immediately tailgated it outta there, shouting for security.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit—

“Tasha. Tasha! Come on! We need to stop security before they get up here! Sam! C’mon man, let’s go!” Clint shouted. Sam, having understood what the hell was going on, ran out of the room, while Natasha was shouting at Clint.

“No! I’m not leaving! It’s too far to get the thing!” Natasha yelled.

Thing?

Steve watched as you started yelling at Chad, who, for once in his life, did the wise decision and shut up, throwing up his hands in surrender upon seeing you glowing like a yellow lightsaber. However, you paid it no mind whatsoever, still pissed off at this goddamn Alpha who was scrambling backwards, shouting at him about something to do with your right to eat in the building as your rage began to flow out of you. Light spurred and trembled in your hands, coating your body.

Clint dragged out a shouting Natasha down the hall, jogging down so they could get to security before security came.

“Omega! Come on! We need to go!”

Natasha’s head snapped to attention.

She couldn’t ignore something like that, especially when Clint was using his Tone. With a heavy pang in her chest, she gave him a disgruntled groan.

The two took off down the hallway, dashing to the stairs with Sam. It would be quicker.

Meanwhile, Steve had decided.

With no heed nor warning, he immediately tackled you down like a football player catching the football, sending the two of you to the floor.

You screamed.

“Go! Get the hell out of here!” Steve barked at the Alpha. Chad seemed to be on a roll today with his good decisions, cause he ran the hell outta there.

You were still squirming. Still putting up a fight in his insanely tight grip. You clawed and snapped your teeth at him, snarling.

“Let go of me! Let go of me, Captain Rogers!” Your screechy voice made him pause. Even though your light had dimmed down a bit, you were still thrashing around in his arms.

Your Omega was faring much better. She was very determined to hunt down Creep Weirdo Alpha to give him a piece of her mind. But smelling her Alpha’s scent, her temper simmered down a little. She was slowly coming around, while you weren’t.

Steve hadn’t been focused on your light. Considering it was dying down, he deduced that he wouldn’t be going blind anytime soon.

With that in mind, he roughly grabbed at your shoulders, barking out your name.

You continued to fight in his arms. Squirming. Moving. Desperate to try and hunt down that Alpha who wouldn’t allow you to eat in the conference room because apparently, he thought he was fucking Jesus Christ or some shit.

However, in your current position, you could not do that.

Why?

Because you were being fucking pinned down by Steven Grant Rogers.

Who, was very determined to have you stay down. He was a hell of a lot stronger than you. And, despite your affirmed status, you quickly figured out that unless you blinded him for a quick second in order for him to get off of you, you unfortunately did not have many options.

So, that left you clawing at him in desperation. Like an angry cat.

“… Let go of me!” You continued to shout. Pretty sure knowing that your voice was probably being heard down the hall because you were that furious.

Steve was slowly fuming. His Alpha was roaring at the audacity of this Omega, his Omega not obeying his orders. With nothing else left to lose, he bared his head like he was a velociraptor going in for the kill, wrapping his mouth around the inflamed gland on your neck, and sucking on it.

Hard.

A harsh shriek came from you. You probably even sounded like a banshee.

Your Omega, oh your Omega. She had slid into the con camp of hunting down Creep Weirdo and laid down daintily like the little smug bitch that she was, a little pleased rumble came from her.

A small cry, maybe even a whimper came from you as you slowly gathered all of your wits back.

You gasped.

Your scent was slowly coming back to you again. You could smell the lovely scent of lilies and lavender. But, you could also smell something else.

Wood. Black pepper.

Steve.

You couldn’t explain it.

You were having weird flashes of your old self. Not the old you, the one that had been the eldest child of your family back in Laos, frantically keeping your family together because your father was off at war and your first stepmother had been pregnant with her pup.

No.

It was the you had that been stuck in that stupid Hydra lab in Siberia with your cousin and Bucky, whenever you entered your weird trances. You’d get all concentrated on your negative emotions and then after calming down, you couldn’t remember what happened. Over the years, you slowly remembered what you had done whenever you entered one of your episodes.

So this one… you remembered. You remembered this one. You remembered bickering with Chad until your anger had taken over you, and you had started glowing like a freaking beacon. You scarcely remembered Clint, Natasha, and Sam leaving the room, but you remembered…

… oh no.

No.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

“… Don’t call me that anymore,” growled Steve.

It was the first time you had ever heard him growl. Even when he’d pass you by in the rare chances the two of you were in Medical at the same time— you had never ever heard him growl.

Until now.

“W… W-What?” Was all you managed to croak out.

“Don’t call me Captain Rogers anymore. Call me Steve.”

You blinked.

You just blinked up at him. You couldn’t really move anywhere, because freaking Steveo up there was caging you in, like some crazy Alpha.

“Why? Does it bother you, Captain Rogers?” Your sassy remark did not fly past Steve. If anything, it just made him scowl down at you deeper. You let out a soft little whimper that traveled down all the way to his dick. Steve swore when you whimpered that his dick twitched.

He was for certain that had been his dick.

“Don’t,” he warned you. You, being you, had decided to poke at the angry bear a little bit more. “Or what, Captain Rogers? You’ll discipline me?” your clap back had Steve getting even more enraged. “If you don’t stop,” hissed Steve, “I will put you over my knee. And I’d feel really bad for the security guards that have to see me disciplining my Omega.”

Okay.

You should have not been that wet when you heard him say that. You should have not. Truly.

But you felt that gush of slick. Steve must have smelt it too, because his nostrils suddenly flared, and his eyes darkened. Another growl ripped out of his throat. “Omega,” Steve snarled through his teeth.

“Steven,” you snapped back in the same tone. His blazing eyes were still fixated on you. Your body was trembling, your Omega thrown in for a loop as she shrieked at you from her cage, practically yelling at you to shut the fuck up and quit with your attitude. That if you continued, you’d soon find yourself in some deep shit.

For a moment, both of you just stayed in that position, him on top of you as you heatedly glared daggers up at him. If looks could kill, he probably would have been six feet under by now.

Really, it seemed like the two of you were locked in the most intense staring contest. All while your scents were pungent as hell and stinking up the room.

“You’re incorrigible,” hissed Steve.

“Says the little shit,” you bit back at him.

Another hiss came from Steve.

Your Omega was throwing the biggest fit ever, making you have a headache. “Alright alright,” you said with a slight groan as you tried to fight, “—we’ll call a truce for now. Please get off of me. My Omega’s giving me the worst headache ever and I’d like to have her calmed down.”

The heavy weight known as Steve Rogers got off you, and that heavy weight lifted off of you.

You breathed out a sigh of relief, cause Holy Gotham City, he had been freaking heavy.

Slowly getting back up onto your feet, your gripped your head as your Omega slowly stopped throwing her temper tantrum.

“… Shit…” you groaned. Who knew an Omega could be so stressful?

Getting your forebodings all back in order, you slowly regained your senses.

And a look of pure horror overtook your face.

“Did… did I…?” you trailed off, your voice coming out in a horrified whisper.

“Did you what?” Steve repeated.

“Did I glow like Rapunzel from Tangled?” You suddenly burst out.

For a moment, Steve looked utterly helpless and confused.

Who was Rapunzel from Tangled again?

Then, he got it.

Oh, right. The blonde-haired princess whose hair glowed when she sang. From that one movie.

“You were glowing. Not just your hair.” Steve said to you. Still horrified, you desperately made a run for it, to which Steve followed right behind you, shouting your name as you ran down the hall.

You had started to panic.

Which, had made you literally start to glow, just like Rapunzel from Tangled. Except, it wasn’t just your hair that was glowing. Your entire body was glowing, making you appear like an ethereal being. Because you were giving off so much distress, your scent had spread out and started to pollute the room, making it smell so floral. Steve nearly choked and coughed when your scent hit his nose. He felt as if your scent was like a bulldozer that he was heading his way so quickly.

Due to the serum, he managed to catch up with you. Just like before, he had tackled you down to the floor, making you shout.

Several times, Steve tried to call out your name.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four times.

Until…

“Omega! Look at me!” Steve roared.

Almost immediately, you snapped back. Like a rubber band snapping onto your wrist. Or a Frisbee coming back after being thrown. Or even Percy’s sword Riptide, coming back into his pocket after he had thrown it in the grass in the first Percy Jackson and the Olympians series.

There was no more squirming, no more fidgeting when Steve used that Tone.

His Tone.

The Alpha Voice.

Your Omega stopped thrashing in you. Her Alpha had given her a Command. Why wouldn’t she follow it?

You were looking at him.

You looked so small, so helpless to Steve that he felt bad for you. He could smell your fear. He could smell it all around.

Your eyes were watery, and a lone tear rolled down your face.

“You have to go.”

Never had you sounded so broken in your entire life. This was why you didn’t want to get close to Alphas!

This was why!

“No. I’m not leaving.” Steve’s voice was strong. Full of resolve.

You still squirmed in his grip. “You have to,” you protested. “No I don’t.” he snarled through his teeth, his canines poking through as his tongue licked over them.

Your heart was pounding.

A gust of air smacked you right in the face as Steve picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

You made a noise.

“Steve? Steve? Steve! Put me down!” You screeched.

Steve, however, did not listen to your pleas. He continued to trudge down the hallway while carrying you at the same time. Even while you had pounded your fists on his shoulders, he wouldn’t budge!

Not one bit! None!

It infuriated you!

Your shouts of protest followed Steve all the way down the hall until he reached the elevators, and once he smacked the button to go down.

He put you down as you let out a huff. The elevator doors closed with a ding as you brushed yourself off.

“I meant it. You should leave while you still can.”

Your words had Steve whipping his head towards you. “And I meant it when I said I wasn’t leaving.” his clap back made you sigh. Instead of putting up a fight, you smacked the button that was the numbered floor to Medical. You still had to work, after all. You presumed that they would just reschedule the meeting with the entire department at a later date.

“You should, though. It’ll keep you in less danger. And I’d rather not be a burden to you.” you remarked.

Steve’s jaw tightened. Luckily, there were still a couple more floors to go. So, he could say the next thing. “And that’s what you think you are? A burden?” He snapped at you. You didn’t say anything.

Because yes, some part of you did believe that. You still could remember the horrified screams from your younger siblings when you had arrived in the States, whenever you glowed. You glowed like a frigging beacon. And when your other cousin had shown similar symptoms of her mutant ability too— it was as if the world had changed even further. Suddenly it was just you and your cousin against your families. The two weirdos.

And then Hydra had taken the two of you away from your families for so many years. It had taken the two of you so long to reconnect with this new world, this new era. After going to school, there was a small little part of you that still looked behind your shoulder, that secretly looked out at this huge family that had thrived while you had been frozen and kept away.

Your family had moved on.

You hadn’t.

You still looked the same. You still looked as young as you had been when you had been an immigrant, being told to “go back to your country” and being asked if you ate cats and dogs, just like your Chinese neighbor that lived down the street from you, only because the frigging white kids thought the only Asian there could be was Chinese.

Even when you had told your parents that you were moving out of the family home to New York so you could work at Avengers Tower, you still felt like you still needed to look over your shoulder.

Always looking. Never stopping.

The elevator dinged, causing you to snap out of your depressive thoughts.

When Steve’s hand shot out, you quickly blocked it.

“No, Steve.”

He stopped. You turned back to gaze at him. To look into those blue eyes that were desperately searching in yours, to try and possibly rectify the situation, to tell you no. That you weren’t a burden.

And you wanted to believe it.

You wanted to.

You wanted to fool yourself into believing that you still deserved love, even after all the shit Hydra had done to you.

But you couldn’t.

You just couldn’t.

You couldn’t fool yourself into believing that shit again.

Letting go of his hand, Steve had to watch hopelessly as you stepped out of the elevator, walking into the floors of Medical, desperately ignoring the hushed whispers and curious glances that were being sent your way.

Just like the first time that you had stepped out of the elevator that faithful morning, Steve couldn’t help it.

He just knew it.

He was falling for you.

He just wished you were falling with him too.

Later that day…

You were ready to fully just go home and hide yourself in your blankets and watch Netflix.

Never had you ever gotten so many stares that you had since coming to the Avengers Compound.

All day during your shift in Medical, everyone looked at you funny. They sent you weird looks and whispered behind your back as if you simply did not exist.

It made that hole in your heart become bigger. And by the time lunch rolled around, you were ready to just take the rest of the day off and go home so you could watch your crappy Netflix shows.

You were so fucking ready.

… until you saw Steve walking towards you, lunch tray in hand. You watched with a horrified expression on your face as he strolled up good-naturedly before he sat down next to you. His lunch tray was placed on the table with a loud thud.

“I thought I told you to stay away from me.” you hissed at him. “And I thought I told you I wasn’t going to,” was his smooth reply.

This little shit!

“I was being serious,” you snapped at him.

“So was I.”

You watched as he dug into his food, beginning to eat. It led you to look down at your own bowl of food that you had made this morning. Your cucumber salad stared right back up at you as you started to pick it up with your chopsticks, starting to eat.

Both of you ate in silence, even though the cafeteria was loud and full of people today. Your cousin had texted you once lunch started, saying that she was “running an errand.”

Which basically translated to “she was going to see James.”

Good for her. Maybe she’d have better luck in the love department than you.

You had been nearly halfway into your salad before you heard Steve speaking.

“You were one of theirs too, weren’t you? Hydra’s.”

An awkward stretch of silence echoed after that. You nearly cracked your chopsticks because you were gripping them so hard. Your gaze darkened.

“Yeah. Me. Me and my cousin.”

You put down your chopsticks. You even pushed your bowl of cucumber salad away from you a little bit.

There were too many people.

It was too loud.

You couldn’t risk anything.

“I can’t tell you here. It’s too many people. Later, Steve.”

And that was that.

Meanwhile, with your cousin and Bucky…

“I’m here to see James Buchanan Barnes.”

The Alpha guard might have squinted his eyes at the Omega woman who was standing there right in front of him. He noticed she smelled like cinnamon and brown sugar. She smelled sweet like most Omegas did.

But there was something wrong with her pheromones. If he was right about his little hunch, it reminded him of Rogers. Steve Rogers and Barnes over there smelled different. Almost as if they didn’t belong here. Not in this century. Not in this era.

And this chick, she smelled like that too. The Alpha guard deduced it to just some weird magic shit and simply gave your cousin a nod.

She followed him down different hallways, keeping her head straight forward as she ignored the leering comments from the other prisoners that were inside.

Her Omega was disgusted. Disgusted! Appealed even! She bristled at hearing another leery comment being thrown her way as she settled into her cage, glowering. She even hissed at your cousin to rip someone’s throat out.

Sadly, your cousin did not do that. Instead, she followed the guard down to Bucky’s cell.

“Barnes. A woman here to see ya.” Bucky heard the guard bark at him.

He hadn’t known when he had fallen asleep exactly. But he could faintly smell the sweet scent of his girl. It made his Alpha up and alert. That deeper primal part of him was happy that his Omega had come to see him.

She watched as the dark-haired Alpha Supersoldier yawned and stretched, flexing his arms back. She even heard the metal plates on his arm readjust, which made her suck in a breath. She deeply inhaled at the sound.

Sweet lord baby Jesus.

“Twenty minutes, Barnes.” he heard the guard bark.

Twenty minutes?  Bucky thought, clearly bewildered.

That was new.

“Hi,” she said shyly.

“Hi,” Bucky chuckled. He watched as she just ran up to you, gripping his hand. She switched to Russian, in order to keep their conversation private. “Something happened earlier today.”

“What? What happened today?”  He sounded concerned.

“Creep Weirdo Alpha decided to fuck around with my cousin. They got into an argument because apparently, she was ‘eating too loud’.”  She even kindly made air quotes around “eating too loud” to establish her point. Annoyed, your cousin scrunched up her nose in disgust.

“… so after he got her really pissed off, she started glowing and shit. Captain Rogers got everyone out before anything else happened though. From what I heard via gossip from Janice in Accounting, he might’ve also calmed her down too. But that’s just a rumor.” By the end of her speech, your cousin still looked pissed off and annoyed.

All Bucky could do after that was blink in surprise. “So… he knows now,”  he said softly. A small nod was sent his way. He let out a snort. “Knowin’ the punk, he’ll just keep askin’ questions and pesterin’ her for answers. He ain’t one to give up from a fight.”

“And said fight is going to be my cousin’s rights to her precious kitty. Wonderful,”  sarcasm dripped from her voice as Bucky saw her audibly roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Stevie hasn’t gotten game since nineteen-forty-five. But don’t worry— he’s a fast learner.”

She rolled her eyes again. “Yay,”  her voice was dry.

Bucky broke out into snickers.

Leaning her face into the bars, she asked— “Have they decided on a verdict yet?”

Bucky’s face dropped a little. This week, they will,” he said softly. She squeezed his hand in reassurance. “There’s been a switch since Natalia dumped all of the mission reports on the Internet. I heard one person serving on the jury that they’ve never gotten so sick to their stomach before. Another person said that they were gonna stab General Ross with their pen.”

This time, your cousin was the one who snorted.

“Oh yeah. That’ll just go down well. Maybe I can ask Friday if she can replay that the next time Tony hones us in for our annual Compost vs Recyclables reminder.”  She remarked with a slightly annoyed tone in her voice when she brought up the unfortunate Compost vs Recyclables meetings she attended every month.

Like okay sure, she was probably considered in her forties at this point. If she had never been frozen and taken out to do the repairs and keep Sasha company.

But shit, for her older age, she could still point out the goddamn fricking difference in composts and recyclables!

“Speaking of that horrid meeting…”  her phone had dinged with the most earth-crushing news.

It was a message from Tony to everyone in the compound, stating that they were needed for that stupid shit again.

“You gotta go?”  asked Bucky gently. With a designated look on her face, she gave him a solemn nod. “Our paths have crossed but now, I gotta bounce. Wish I could stay longer with you, Sasha.”

She might have blushed and giggled a bit like a teenager when Bucky pressed a kiss to her knuckles. However, she did smile when they touched foreheads. A little sigh, and then that feeling of safety seeped into her bones. Her Omega was practically content.

… until she moved away, stating that she’d attend his verdict later that week.

And just like that, she was leaving.

A little bit later in the afternoon, with you...

“Okay guys,” you heard Tony boom later that day in the mid-afternoon, sitting in the huge auditorium. The dark-haired Alpha held a huge ass pointer stick that reminded you of conducting sticks that your younger niece followed in her Orchestra classes. He was pointing, nay, gesturing to the green bin that said COMPOST and then the blue bin that said RECYCLE on it.

“… I don’t know how many times I gotta tell you this shit…”

Then, the PowerPoint on the projector changed to COMPOST VS RECYCLABLES.

Several groans echoed around the room in dismay. You saw your cousin who sat with the engineering department openly facepalm herself a few rows up from you.

“I can’t believe I gave up doing what I did for lunch for this,” Steve heard your cousin swear under her breath.

If looks could kill, he easily imagined your cousin laser beaming his fellow Avenger all the way down to the floor. Definitely could hit six feet under with no problem.

“I gave up a nail appointment for this,” Steve heard Natasha groan from a couple of rows in front of him. He also heard Clint muttering something along the lines of “I’m taking away Stark’s car keys.”

Which, in his opinion, would be a humorous sight if he ever saw one. He would totally pay to see that happen. But he would never tell Tony that.

Early on, Steve had tuned out Tony’s ramblings about people fucking up the differences between compost and recyclables.

You knew he was sitting next to you.

Of course, you knew he was fucking sitting next to you. The spicy scent of black pepper and the familiar woody smell had penetrated your nose.

And, it also helped to note that he was also taking up the entire seat. His huge beefy form made him look so freaking big in the theater chairs. It was nearly almost comical how huge he was because the theater chairs were so freaking small.

Even without looking at him, you knew what he was doing.

His hand had strayed towards the armrest that the two of you shared, his arm brushing against yours. And then, as if it was just a normal thing— his hand fell into yours. Both of your hands fell together, your fingers lacing over the others.

You were holding hands with Steve.

Steve.

Steve.

Steven Grant Motherfucking Rogers.

Captain America.

Steve.

Oh yeah, this was going to give your Omega a complete and utter meltdown. Not to mention, your siblings would all be having a field day. Even your niece and nephew would be jealous. They loved Captain America. They had all the merch. Cups, blankets, hell— even your nephew had a backpack with Steve all over it. Captain America was his favorite Avenger. Your niece on the other hand, well, she was more inclined to be in the Hulk group. She too wished she could smash things and it be socially acceptable.

Either way, you knew Christmas was gonna be a huge blowout.

You just knew it.

That night in the Avenger’s Compound, with Steve…

Steve had been fully ready to go to your apartment, to go and finish the conversation from earlier today when he heard a knock in his personal, private bedroom. It was a separate wing, really high up in the Avengers Compound. Tony had made sure to install personal necessities, like the rooms being supersoldier proof. And soundproof, considering there was Bruce and the big green guy, and Clint and Natasha. Which Tony dubbed lovingly as “Clintasha” for some weird reason, but everyone just rolled with it.

Tony was just… Tony. There was no simpler explanation than that.

Adjusting his jacket while he looked at himself in the mirror one last time, he moved to unlock and open his door.

What he saw on the other side surprised him.

It was Tony.

Tony looked very terrified, and disheveled. Honestly, if Steve didn’t know any better, he probably would have suggested he go down to Medical or something.

“I saw the security footage. I heard all of the gossips. Get your ass in the conference room right now.”

Which was why he was unfortunately not at your apartment and instead stuck in a conference room, waiting for you and your cousin to arrive.

Approximately about twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Jumping up so fast Steve might have mistaken Tony for a supersoldier or another Enhanced individual himself, Tony skidded to the door and opened it immediately.

On the other side were you, and your cousin looking very annoyed.

“Stark, I gave up watching my annual marathon of Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth for this,” your cousin snapped in a scathing tone.

“I also gave up our annual marathon watching Pride of Prejudice for this,” you admitted in agreement. You stood next to her, looking as sad as she was.

Steve had no idea what Pride and Prejudice was, but the two of you looked bummed out.

Well… just you, really. Your cousin looked like she was ready to throttle Tony right then and there.

Waving away any mention of Pride and Prejudice, Tony ushered the two Omegas to sit down before he grabbed yet another pointer.

“Friday, please pull up the security footage from this morning. And dim the lights while you’re at it, won’t cha?”

“Yes, Master Stark.” Friday’s disembodied voice echoed around the room. The lights in the room dimmed until it was pitch black, and then the projector started rolling.

The security footage was HD, which was something Tony had personally done himself. If there were to be any culprits sneaking about in the Compound, he wanted to make sure he could see who it was.

So, HD it was.

The footage had been normal. You had walked into the Compound, flanked by Steve. The two of you walked into the Compound together and headed for the elevators.

“Aw, you guys look so cute. Look Tony, he’s whispering something in her ear.” Your cousin teased the Avenger good-naturedly while you shot her the ugliest look you could muster.

Tony just snickered.

Steve however, remained silent.

You and Steve walked into the elevator together with Clint, Natasha, and Sam. Then, Tony had called out, “Friday, speed up to the good part.”

Your cousin raised a curious brow. Quietly speaking in Hmong to you, “You didn’t blind the guy, did you?”

“I should have,” was your only grumbled response.

The security footage was sped up to show Helen and the rest of the Medical Department in the conference room. You were sitting at your chair, just minding your own business as you chewed on your grapes.

Your grip on the armrests of the chair tightened significantly. Steve noticed. How could he not notice? How could he not look?

Like earlier in the huge auditorium, his hand slipped into yours. You gripped his hand tight. So tight, if it weren’t for the fact that he wasn’t a supersoldier, you might’ve broken his hand.

Good thing Steve was a supersoldier honestly. If he still had been small, you probably would have crushed him easily.

The shit hit the fan when freaking Chad got up and started arguing with you. The two of you argued back and forth as you watched your temper slowly rise.

As your argument with Chad continued over the security footage, you started glowing. It looked a little weird on the cameras, almost grainy, considering it was grey. But nonetheless, you had begun to glow. People started to scream and run out of the room as they noticed your glow.

“Next time I need you to scare away any creepos or the stinky ex, I should sing the flower gleam and glow song,” your cousin snickered to you. “Oh definitely,” you nodded in agreement.

After all the people had left, and Steve had shouted at Chad to get the fuck out, he tackled you down to the floor.

“Oh my,” said your cousin. “What a scandal. That looks like it hurt a little.”

Yes.

It definitely had hurt a little bit. After all, it wasn’t every day that you were tackled by a supersoldier.

And then after Steve had gotten off of you and explained what had happened, you bolted down the hall, only for Steve to shout for you. Like in the conference room, he tackled you down again right onto the floor in the middle of the hallway.

“Wow. Two for two. You’re a lucky duck cous,” your cousin remarked. Although, her facial expressions changed, and she scrunched up her nose when she heard you whimper.

“I came here to see you looking badass as shit, not for me to witness the Greatest Sexual Tension since James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal from the Secretary.” If possible, your cousin looked like she was gonna call it a night and go to her apartment and officially not come back for a couple of days. Knowing her, she was probably going to hole herself up in her apartment watching

“Shut up,” you hissed. She just stuck her tongue out at you like the mature adult that she was.

Tony raised a significant brow, giving all the eyebrow action as he watched Steve throw you over his shoulder like you were just a mere rag doll. He continued this pose when you started shrieking for Steve to put you down, to no avail. He watched as Steve took you to the elevators, a considerable look on his face.

He whistled lowly. “Capiscle’s not gonna take you over off of him any time soon. If he decides something, he’s gonna get his results no matter what it takes. Hey, did you really punch Adolf Hitler in the face?” Tony inquired of the blond Supersoldier. “No I didn’t Tony,” Steve sighed. “But I would have loved to.”

Tony let out a gasp, as if the words hurt him. “Oh my lanta!” He exclaimed. “Well! Between the four of us, we’ll agree that you did. It paints a very nice image in my head.” the Alpha decided with a solid nod.

“Whatever you say, Tony.” Steve shrugged.

Steve and you were in the elevator, having your discussion. There was no sound— it was just security footage after all. But, Tony noticed your face change as your face dropped at the words you had told Steve echoed in your head at that very moment.

“I meant it. You should leave while you still can.”

“You should, though. It’ll keep you in less danger. And I’d rather not be a burden to you.”

“That’s all Friday. You can stop the security footage.” Tony’s voice rang out. “Yes, Master Stark.” Friday’s voice floated out.

The room was dark for a second before the lights turned back on. The three of you watched as Tony stood up, striding his way to the front of the room.

“Cap. Can you leave the room for a sec?” Tony asked.

“No.”

Tony blinked. “Cap?” He said again. “I said no. I’m staying here,” stated Steve firmly.

Tony let out a sigh as if he had been anticipating this. “Okay,” he said with a shrug.

Then. Tony’s face changed.

“Okay. Seriously. You guys are real, right? You’re a real doctor, right? Right? And you’re a real engineer, right? Right?” he started to panic.

“Yes. Yes we are Tony,” your cousin spoke through her snorts and muffled laughter. “We have our degrees to prove it,” you added helpfully.

“Oh! Good. Okay. Then you guys need to sign these. Please put everything in.” Tony was relieved. He pushed two stacks of paper, the cherry on top being the two pens that were laying on top of the paper.

You and your cousin shared a look before both of you smirked at one another.

Later, Steve dropped you home.

Your cousin bid the two of you adieu after the paper signing and headed off to her apartment.

Leaving Steve to drive you home in his motorcycle.

Even when you were walking up all those damn copious flights of stairs up to your little crib— you could feel the tension. You could feel the energy between you and Steve changing.

For a second, you were nervous. Your Omega was crooning, knowing exactly what was about to go down.

And alright. Fine. She would admit this was quick for her, but who gave a shit! This Alpha smelled nice! This Alpha would protect her! This Alpha was perfect for her!

You just needed to see reason, was all she was concerned about. After you’d see reason, you would understand with her.

So when you reached the door of your apartment, your hand might have lingered on your apartment keys.

Your keys jingled and shook nervously in your hand.

Your tongue darting out to wet your lips, you managed to get your door unlocked. And then you were pushing your door open, followed by Steve who walked in behind you. The door closed and Steve made sure to lock the top and bottom. When he spotted you taking off your shoes at the front near the door, he did the same.

It was only polite, after all. And his Ma taught him to be a gentleman, even when he had been tiny as shit.

Or maybe that was just a forties thing?

Anywho, Steve followed you into your apartment, trekking behind you as you padded your way to your living room. It was nice and cozy. You had a few plants in the space, a pathos plant chilling and living its best life as it coiled against the wall.

“Oh, my baby grew!” You cried out in happiness. Steve blinked. “Is that a plant?” He was surprised. “Oh yes,” you nodded enthusiastically, “—she’s my baby. She’s growing very well. Pathos plants are the easiest to grow because they don’t take all that much work to maintain. And it’s pretty easy for her to have… babies.” you had an awkward smile on your face at the last bit.

“Okay I need to stop referring to my plants as my children,” you hastily muttered under your breath as Steve barked out a laugh. Like a bee following the sweet scent of nectar, he followed you down the hall.

You were still very nervous. At first, you were lowkey kinda beating yourself up about it.

This was Steve.

Steve.

He had been in your apartment many times before. You had always felt safe around him. He made you feel safe. Maybe it had been that deep part of you, your designation as an Omega that craved a companion. An Alpha. Maybe it had been that. There were just some things Hydra couldn’t wipe away, like your designation's deepest needs.

That had been one thing you had been able to keep after Hydra had wrecked your life.

Ironic that another super soldier and the America Virtue of Justice would be the one to make you feel safe again.

But you couldn’t help yourself. Your Omega was happily content as she watched the blond Alpha stride to be closer to her. Steve wanted you. He had made his interest clear. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon either. And, you weren’t inclined to find another Alpha. Deep in your soul, you knew.

Steve was the right one. He was gonna be it for it.

So why not give it a try? Give it a whirl? It wouldn’t hurt.

Steve came from behind, gently pulling you back so your back would smush right up against his front. It allowed him to breathe in your scent, allowing him to inhale the sweet floral smell up close. He even buried his face into your neck, his tongue darting out to lick at your gland. When you started to whine and whimper against him, grinding your ass against his erection, Steve couldn’t even swallow at the feeling of him getting hard.

Because how could he? How could he, when you smelled this good? When he could smell your slick oozing out of you, trickling down your inner thighs and you suddenly had a very strong urge to kick off your jeans.

The tension in the air was so freaking thick you could cut it. Preferably with a butcher’s knife.

“You wanna move this to your nest?” Steve helpfully suggested.

You couldn’t agree more.

To be continued...

Taglist: @bxnnywriting, @greeneyedblondie44, @hawsx3, @sunflowerfive

Fic Taglist: @openup-yourmind, @captainson-of-coul

[ahshittywriter]

Ashy AU Dump No. 1

"A Bouquet of Newly Sharpened Pencils" Gojo Satoru x Utahime Iori

I am obsessed with Meg Ryan movies and to celebrate the end of fall.

Preface: Big hotshot real estate mogul Gojo Satoru plans on building a new condominium and baker Utahime Iori who put up a lemonade stand in front of the building site as protest. But they're both internet besties.

She starts ranting about this insufferable piece of shit from Wall Street who is grating her nerves. Meanwhile Gojo has both his hands on his head, veins popping out, sweating like a hooker in church because he's the piece of shit from Wall Street.

Also, he is in love with her.

Now, here's what I'm thinking:

Gojo's trying really hard not to go down in one knee and beg for her forgiveness every time they're arguing in front of her lemonade stand. Meanwhile Nanami is just standing behind mildly repulsed because Satoru is really really bad at flirting.

Every time they argue, it would always go off tangent. For the first three minutes they're debating on how his building is closing down small businesses and affecting the neighborhood. But then five minutes later Gojo's asking for her apple crumble recipe.

Eventually, Utahime starts feeling guilty that she's spending time with the enemy and that she's neglecting her online penpal (who she thinks is much much much better than Gojo Satoru...theoretically). Meanwhile Gojo is walking on cloud nine.

Gakuganji notices that he's not showing up to board meetings and when he does his mind is off somewhere thinking about buying lemons for after work because Utahime is making lemon tarts later.

A few weeks of seeing each other (as friends!) Utahime reaches out to "kikufuku89" and tells him that she met someone. She starts raving about Gojo. Meanwhile at the other side of the screen Yaga becomes more suspicious because Gojo is smiling while looking at spreadsheets.

Through email, Utahime confides in "kikufuku89" and admits that a part of her wants "kikufuku89" to be Gojo Satoru. "It would make things much easier." She writes. "I don't have to feel guilty. What was I even protesting about in the first place anyway?"

"Maybe I was just frightened that my tiny, peaceful neighborhood in my childhood is quickly changing. This Gojo guy, you should meet him kikufuku...he's..." The cursor blinks waiting for her to finish her sentence. How can she encapsulate this enigmatic man in one word. "He's...." A man my mom would've loved to meet. Satoru didn't know how to cook but at least he tried. Utahime recalled his burnt apples with a fond smile. "He's a good man." She types instead.

Gojo could only respond with "I'm sorry." Utahime found his apology sweet and a part of her wishes it was Satoru on the other side. A crazy idea permeated into her thoughts and before she could stop herself and think that her idea is insane and its violates their online-pen pal rules , Utahime's fingers were already flying across the keyboard. "We should meet."

"Who is baseballbabe21895?" A man behind Gojo asked making him jump. Yaga watched with a raised eyebrow as his COO scramble in his desk not realizing that his monitor is still very visible. Yaga unplugs his computer putting Gojo out of his misery.

"Satoru," Yaga took one look at him before exhaling a tired sigh. "We have a meeting at six." Yaga looks like he wants to add something but opts to give Gojo a searching look instead. "I know, I'll be there." Gojo quickly replied. Yaga harrumphed, giving him a pointed look. "Right, just make sure you're actually present."

With the atmosphere already reaching suffocating levels of awkward, Yaga somehow makes him feel even more uncomfortable by asking "So...that your girlfriend?" Gojo gives him a weak grin but doesn't answer. Yaga leaves, walking away as if nothing between them had happened.

Gojo finishes his meeting on time and he sees Utahime. Her apron is off and the white bow that she usually ties to keep her hair away from her face is nowhere to be found. Instead, her hair falls in delicate waves that Gojo knows she didn't curl using a curler (He knows this because Utahime once told him through their email correspondence that she had once burnt off a chunk of her hair during college. She's wary of hair curlers now)

Gojo chickens out. Starts pacing back and forth outside, hands in his hair, just like before. Meanwhile Utahime's inside oblivious to Satoru's dilemma. She rolls up her sleeve and checks for the time. "Relax, he's only five minutes late."

Fifteen minutes pass and Utahime's already eaten two baskets of complimentary bread and she's pretty sure the waiter is out to grab her third. Her thumb hovers over kikufuku's name but she calls Gojo instead. One ring...two...three...four... Utahime's heart starts to sink.

Gojo answers at the fifth ring slightly out of breath. "Hey, you called?" "Yeah." Utahime answered, her eyes looking at him through the glass window. "I did. W-where are you right now?" Unconsciously, her hand curls up in her lap. Anticipating. Just making sure that its him.

"I'm..." Gojo looks around until his eyes stop on her. The heavy weight on Utahime's shoulders fall just as Satoru's left hand goes limp, the store bought bouquet in his hand falling to the side. Utahime ends the call and she sits. Very still. "I'm right here."

She's got the bottom part of her lip tucked in between her teeth as she tries not to let a smile spill out. She sees the restaurant door swing open. He enters, taking the cold autumn air with him as well. He dusts himself off. (Utahime knows he's stalling because he's nervous)

The more she watched Satoru fiddle around with his coat, the more her shoulders began to relax and she's no longer sitting as stiffly as before. Why should she? He's seen her in her kitchen, flour in her hair, chocolate in her teeth. She can he herself around him.

He sits on the opposite side. Bouquet on top of the table between the two of them. Utahime thinks it would have been better if he sat right next to her because she wants to see his face. Even though she's seen it every day...even in her dreams.

It was nice. To finally put a face to the name. "Sorry....I'm late..." Utahime is glad she's sitting comfortably in her chair or she would've turned into a puddle of rainbow goop. Rainbows meant elation...right?

"No," she managed to get out. "You...you arrived...just in time." Her lips broke out into a smile. "Hi." Gojo whispered, as if the restaurant isn't already busy enough to drown out their voices. Utahime leans forward and over the flower bouquet. "Hi."

"After this, do you want to go watch a movie..." For as long as we both shall live? Satoru wanted to say. I'll do anything because it's you. Utahime wanted to say. Because I hoped it'd be you. She says "Sure, I'd love that." instead.

End 💌

[bryan360]

My reactions through my Nintendo E3 2021’s highlight picks

Hey guys! You know me from what been checking on E3 announcement last week. I even did my other posts to mention it of 🐰Mario + Rabbits sequel game and 🏁🏎Forza Horizon 5 as my interests picks.

June. 13th, 2021 - Link Here

June. 14th, 2021 - Link Here #2

Now it's finally time that I can talk through Nintendo E3 2021's announcement of games and content; after reveals back in June 15th that I should've bring this sooner, but due to working on my other tasks that I'm gonna save it til today. Hoping that I had time for free time to explain of what I feel for Nintendo E3 2021 Direct reveal for this month of June; especially which one that I finding most interested so I could added through my wishlist on eShop app. So today, here's my interesting picks for Nintendo E3 reveal this year; whether you agreed or disagree of how it goes when you suggest other was. I know if everyone so close to look forward the Switch Pro reveal, but it seems that it didn't happen anytime soon. Anyways, now get into my picks that I screenshot and edited through last week's Nintendo Direct I've managed.

First top left - ✊😈Kazuya Mishima joining Super Smash Bros Ultimate

First off, I knew that there will be at least one Super Smash Bros DLC Fighter reveal; before saving the last one for coming months this year soon. What's really unexpected to see though is a second Bandai Namco fighter after 👻PAC-MAN, but sadly its not Lloyd that if everyone hoping he would've upgraded from a Mii Costume to a true fighter yet. (Like we ever getting another sword fighter once again. 😒) No, it was actually ✊😈Kazuya Mishima from the Tekken series. My reaction was caught my attention since it started when he carrying Ganondorf to the lava pit and so does other fighters that is really dark. Except for Kirby that thankfully knows how to get away, but still. If I remember his origin through reading wiki site though, at time he used to be good until his father Heihachi sees him as his weakness. Later when Heihachi kills one of the family members that Kazuya been fond of and being thrown by his father in the cliff until he eventually climbs back up when his devil gene activates. Ever since then, Kazuya is now antagonist for the recent Tekken games so far and seeing him to match fight against Smash was an unexpected sight. I remember the time after hearing Masahiro Sakurai's interview where he consider Heihachi to be playable for Smash 4, but pass over due to implement his moveset to be difficult. But here we are seeing for Kazuya instead that it really sure takes time to deliver. After his moveset through his reveal could be challenging to work it out on command. Let's just wait to figure out once Sakurai will finally bring us his next presentation next week, but for now knowing this Tekken fighter joining Smash was a unique idea that Sakurai managed to work it out.

Second top right - 🌟Mario Party Super Stars

How about that when where seeing the next Mario Party game brings us? Despite the recent 2018 Super Mario Party, this will be the twelfth installment to be heading Nintendo Switch this year's 🎃October 2021; this time having 100 remastered minigames like I've seen them before on previous Mario Party games. My reaction was good to see how it continues on, but sure miss that time I remember from my childhood for the original first Mario Party game on the N64 console. So what's get me attention is the recognized boards such as 👑🎂Peach's Birthday Cake makes a comeback! It looks the way that I remember from playing the N64 game when the layouts off frosting goodness and the song to match as well. It was really something when it comes from Nintendo and their past N64 games I have memories fond of. 🙂👍🏼

I give this Nintendo a good move when trying to bring back Mario Party again as a E3 reveal, but maybe just maybe if it will be this good from previous Mario Party games in terms of selling copies. Who knows? *Shrug*

Third middle left - Metroid Dread

However, if you really looking forward a new Nintendo game coming to October 2021 early is a most recognized franchise making a return....meanwhile Metroid Prime 4 is still in development. At least knowing this game can take us time before the fourth prime game can be finished, but man that everyone went crazy after the reveal of Metroid Dread! It the return of 2D Metroid game in action after the success of Samus Return for 3DS back in September 2017. My reaction was surprised and impressive for the looks and feels about this game's tone; especially the haunting part where the robot named "EMMI" (but don't be confused with the word Emmy as an Emmy Award like if would funny. 😅) trying to catch up with Samus and it's game over....😵 I think I could add this into my wishlist and it would be the first time I'll be owning this Metroid game for my Switch system. Fact: Metroid Dread was originally plan as a Nintendo DS title way back in mid 2000s, but sadly being cancelled due to technical limitations.

Fourth middle right - 💣WarioWare Get It Together

I was hoping if Warioware could come back for the lastest Switch system and they finally called. However, this game will take a different approach than doing minigames of yourself, but with your characters do it for you. For this latest Warioware game of picking noses, it'll be having one of the characters such as Wario, Mona, Jimmy T, 9-Volt, and others to do on all minigames with their strengths and skills they can managed. My reaction was pretty good knowing that Nintendo is making this a unique idea than doing a same microgame gameplay style from previous ones, but in a fun way. Cross my fingers if I'll be saving this as a digital download version. Like that time I actually got "Warioware Touched!" for my 2DS/3DS handheld system back in April 2016, but sadly lost it of deletion unfortunately....😧 Link Here #3

Fifth middle bottom - Game & Watch The Legend of Zelda

And finally is something that we're hoping to expect during almost halftime of their E3 direct reveal. Knowing this year is The Legend of Zelda 35th Anniversary, you probably hoping they can bring something to celebrate one of the most recognized series run. While it was shocking to know they won't be having plans to do; even for me that I finding baffling for Nintendo would do this. At least they wanted to make up for it by having to released the HD remastered version of Skyward Sword coming next month and giving us a second look for the upcoming Breath of the Wild sequel until it'll be released next year....eventually. What's my pick though is the Game & Watch version for The Legend of Zelda; the same thing of what it made for Super Mario and during its 35th Anniversary run last year. For this next one will have 3 related Zelda games: 1987 original, Zelda 2: The Adventure of Link, The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening, and a special Game and Watch version of Vermin, but playing as Link as he trying to clobbered the octoroks instead of moles. Looks like it'll be a different take from what the Super Mario version have, but hoping it won't be the limited edition once maybe I could get one of those a try. So for my reaction was pretty alright. 🙂👍🏼

Overall:

Man that is the list for my interests picks I gotten, but after watching Nintendo E3 Direct for this year sure worth it at the end. It was very impressive direct despite of absent games not being showed like Bayonette 3 or Metroid Prime 4, but with other announcements such as Metroid Dread and Mario Party Super Stars does give us something for the win.

What did you think about this list of my interesting picks for Nintendo E3, though? Give yourself some likes and reblogs for this post I bring. Anyways, I'm just gonna check on my P-Pal's secret art trade part for me that I should've done it early. Sorry about making this post that I took hours to finished, @murumokirby360

[captainjanegay]

Where I’m Meant to Be | Stucky | Meet-Cute, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Kid Fic, No powers AU | Chapters 7/? | total 29k words | Ao3

Summary: Bucky is a single dad coming back from a work trip with a very bored, very whiney 7-year-old girl. A mysterious stranger with a kind heart and a notebook full of doodles comes to the rescue.

A/N: It's been... so long since I've updated this fic. I'm sorry but life got in the way and I couldn't bring myself to write anything. Here I come with apologies and hopes that you haven't forgotten about the adventures of Bucky, Alex and Steve. I'm gonna treat you with the longest chapter I've ever written (it's like 5.3k). I hope you'll like it, I got a bit carried away and my space-nerdiness is showing every now and then.

The chapters will probably come very irregularly from now on but I'll try my best not to have too long gaps between each update. I love you all and — as always — thank you so, so much for your continuous support. I cherish every single reader, every single like and every single comment you leave here :')

Chapter 7

(5.2k)

When Monday rolls around, Bucky faces New York’s chilly morning as he makes his way to work. It’s been only a few days since he got sick, but he feels significantly better now. His nose might still be stuffed and his throat might feel a bit scratchy, but he is mostly fine. No more coughing fits, no more fever. And it’s not like he could say no when his boss called him to check how he was doing and ask if he’d be able to come by before Christmas to do some required maintenance work.

But it’s fine, since the work at the Institute has slowed down, many people have already taken their days off for the Christmas break. It’s calmer than usual and Bucky can do whatever he’s supposed to do in peace.

It's a bit past noon and Bucky's mindlessly staring at the progress bar on his screen and enjoys his coffee. The peace and quiet — excluding his Christmas playlist playing in the background — is disturbed by the ringing of his phone. Slightly startled, Bucky looks around, searching for the device. After a quick glance at the screen, he answers the call.

"Hi, Buck!" Steve says, his voice soft and warm. "I hope I didn't wake you up or anything. Just wanted to check up on you, see how you're feeling."

"That's very sweet of you," Bucky says, his lips spreading in a smile. "And I'm fine, thank you. Currently waiting for the data backup to finish so you've disrupted my staring contest with the progress bar."

Steve doesn't appreciate the joke. Instead, he asks, "You're at work?" After receiving an affirmative hum, he lets out a slightly annoyed huff. "Why? You should still be in bed! Three days ago you've been barely able to get up for longer than 10 minutes. You should still rest, Buck."

"It's been six days ago, thank you very much," Bucky answers. "And I'm fine, Steve. I promise. I wouldn't come if I was still feeling sick, but the fever's been gone for a few days," two but Steve doesn't have to know that, "and I'm not coughing anymore. I'm as fit as a fiddle."

"I can hear you sniffle."

"It's the allergies," Bucky lies and that makes Steve laugh, although a bit exasperated.

"You're horrible," he says. "Bet you haven't even eaten breakfast or drink enough water or like... didn’t even wear a hat even though you’re sick."

"I did have a toast while I ran to catch the train. And now I'm having coffee for lunch. And it’s not even that cold."

An honest-to-God gasp escapes Steve's mouth after he hears that. Of course he's a Mr. Healthy Lifestyle, Bucky shouldn't even be surprised.

"How are you even functioning? You gotta take care of yourself, Buck."

Bucky's heart skips a bit. It's nice to have someone worry about him. Even if he's being dragged in the meantime. And it was nice when Steve took care of him and Alex back when Bucky was too sick to do this. Of course, he has people who do that. Clint, Tasha, Scott -- he can always count on them. But somehow it feels different with Steve. Steve hasn't been around for years like the others, he's known Bucky for just a few months and he still decided to offer his kindness and care. This thought made Bucky's heart do somersaults in his chest.

So did the fact that Steve had a nickname to Bucky's nickname. And he's been using it a lot. Bucky really likes it.

"I'm functioning very well, thank you. And so is Alex, because I'm not as hopeless in taking care of her, luckily," Bucky chuckles. Before Steve can't say anything, Bucky adds, "Besides, I've been able to survive 28 years like this so don't be overdramatic. No need to go all mother hen on me."

"Oh, you think this is overdramatic?" Steve asks, amused. "You clearly don't know what me being overdramatic is, pal. This is just some simple, friendly check-in."

"Okay, now I'm kinda curious," Bucky says. His cheeks hurt from smiling so much. "Hypothetically, what would one have to do to see what is Steve Rogers's definition of overdramatic?"

It makes Steve let out another laugh. "Careful what you wish for, Buck." It sounds like Steve wants to say something else but there's some noise in the background and his voice becomes distant and inaudible for a moment. When he comes back, he says with a sigh, "Sorry 'bout that. I need to go back to work. I'm glad you're feeling better but eat a proper meal or I'll hunt you down."

"Oh, so no mother hen anymore, were going straight to threats, okay." Bucky nods to himself and Steve huffs out a laugh. "Thanks for the call, Steve. It's very sweet of you. Have a nice day."

"You, too. Say hi to Alex from me."

"I will. Bye, Steve."

.

A small smile is still present on Bucky's face when a few hours later he's picking Alex up from school. It grows bigger when she runs towards him down the stairs, her haphazardly wrapped scarf fluttering behind her. He takes a moment to tuck it properly and then takes Alex's backpack from her.

“How was school today?” Bucky asks as they head home.

“Fine. We played soccer and I scored once!” Alex answers proudly. “Even Adrian didn’t and he’s very good. Maya didn’t want to play ‘cause she says girls shouldn’t play soccer.”

“Jokes on her, because we have a women’s national soccer team and they’re the best. They’re the world champions.”

A gasps escapes Alex’s mouth. “Really? That’s so cool! I want to be a soccer player when I grow up!”

“Not a ballerina, anymore?” Bucky asks, with a small smile.

“No, I’m gonna be a ballerina but I’m gonna play soccer sometimes, too. But that’s after I’ll fly to the moon!”

Bucky only nods and grins at her. He wouldn’t be surprised in the least if she actually pulled that off in the future. There weren’t many things that could stop her since she decided upon something.

“How’s space?” Alex asks, swinging their hands back and forth.

Bucky chuckles. It’s a bit of a tradition at this point. He doesn’t really remember how it started but now she never asks him “how’s work” but it’s always “how’s space?”. Personally, Bucky loves it. It makes him feel like he’s doing much cooler things that he really does.

“Pretty boring, sadly,” he admits. “Didn’t have much to do today and many people are on their breaks so no fun space facts to share today. I chatted on the phone with Steve and he wanted me to say hi to you.”

“Oh, is he coming over today?”

Slightly confused with the question, Bucky shakes his head. “No, he’s not. We just talked on the phone. Why?”

“I don’t know, I thought you liked Steve.”

“Well, I do. I like uncle Scott too but we don’t hang out with him every day, either. Steve has his own life and stuff to do, so we shouldn’t bother him all the time.”

Alex makes a small hum and Bucky’s not sure if it’s a dismissive or an agreeing one. After a moment, she adds, “I bet he wouldn’t mind though. He told me he really likes you.”

“What? When?” The revelation almost makes Bucky stop in the middle of the pavement. The biggest surprise is not that Steve likes him, Bucky has figured out this much after all those times they’ve hung out together. What really takes him aback is that apparently his daughter and Steve are having conversations about him when he’s not there.

“When you were sick and Steve went to ballet class with me. I told him he’s cool and I’m happy you have him so you’re not so lonely. And he said he thinks we’re really cool too and that he likes us a lot.”

This time Bucky slows down and eventually stops. There’s a furrow between his brows when he looks at Alex.

“Why would you think I’m lonely, munchkin? I’m not, I have you and mama, uncle Clint and Scott. And now Steve. I’m more than fine.”

“Well… Okay, maybe I didn’t mean lonely. But sometimes when you have a lot to do and you worry and mama or uncle Clint are busy you do this—” Alex furrows her brows and pouts, apparently imitating a worried Bucky “and you’re quiet and worried. And now you smile even more than you did. You smile all the time when you text Steve.”

For a moment, Bucky only gapes at her, not sure how to react. That’s a lot of information coming at once from his 7-year-old daughter.

“I’m— Well, I’m okay, even if I worry sometimes. And I couldn’t be lonely, having such a sweet little munchkin by my side,” he smiles, bopping her on the nose and getting a smile in return. “But thank you for caring about me, sweetheart. I love you to the moon and back.”

“And I love you to Jupiter!” she answers.

“But not back?” Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Nah, it’s already so far away, it’s enough.”

The conversation with Alex stays in Bucky’s head for the rest of the day. It’s gnawing at him enough that before he goes to bed, he takes out his phone and calls Natasha.

“How’s my favourite co-parent doing?” she greets.

“Do you have any more co-parents?” Bucky asks instead of answering.

“Nope. That’s what makes you my favourite.” Bucky only sighs so she continues. “Did something happen? You’re usually in the mood for late night conversation when something’s on your mind.”

There’s no point in denying it since Natasha would see right through him. “It’s nothing bad. Apparently Alex thinks I’m lonely.”

“Well, she’s not wrong.”

“What? Tasha, no. I’m not lonely, where did you two get that idea?”

“James, it’s not my fault that you’re an idiot. I know that you have people who love you around. You know that, too. But I know and you also should know — but here’s the ‘idiot’ part — that it might not be enough sometimes. And I’m pretty sure we’ve had a similar conversation like a month ago, so I don’t know why you act all surprised now.”

“Remind me, why did I even call you?”

“Because I am incredible and you value my opinion like no one else’s and also you love me deeply,” Natasha explains dutifully. 

Bucky huffs out a laugh as he sits heavily on the side of his bed. His eyes land on the comic from Steve, still laying on Bucky’s bedside table, propped against the lamp. “Sounds fake, but okay.”

“Did our daughter have any more revelations for you?” Natasha asks.

“Well…,” Bucky hesitates for a moment. “She and Steve gossip about me when I’m not around. And apparently I’ve been smiling more lately. But that’s about it.” 

Natasha hums but even through the phone Bucky can hear that she’s rather amused. 

"What?" Bucky asks.

"I didn't say anything!"

"I can hear you laughing, just say whatever mean thing you're going to say and let's get this over with."

"I'm not gonna say anything mean! I was just wondering when we'd mention Steve in this conversation," she chuckles. "But really. Even your daughter can see that a relationship would be good for you. And that you like Steve a lot. Why not kill two birds with one Steve?"

Bucky sighs. "Because one Steve is also enough to kill this friendship we have."

"Why do you always just automatically assume that things will get fucked? It doesn't have to be the case. I'm serious, you'd better take a grip on yourself and ask him out or I'm back in three days and I'll do this for you. And I'll be as obnoxious and embarrassing for you as I can."

That's actually a pretty horrible threat. She would do that. And it would be both mortifying and horrible to experience for all the involved parties — maybe except Natasha. Bucky laughs, trying to imagine it, but the laugh is short-lived.

"Come on, Nat," Bucky starts after a moment, getting serious. "Steve is great and it's great having him around. But what if I make a move and he's not interested? I don't want to freak him out. Or remember that message I accidentally saw on his computer? He might be seeing someone already or be interested in someone else," Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose. "Plus, I know from experience that no matter how much he might seem to like me, a guy with a kid can turn out to be a bit much for people. I don't want to get hurt. I don't want Alex to get hurt. She adores Steve and I don't know if I can risk it."

"But I'm telling you, nobody's getting hurt anytime soon," Natasha chimes in. "You're overthinking, Yasha. Those are all valid concerns but you know what the counterargument is?" She takes a small break but she's not expecting Bucky to respond. "Steve's a good guy. He likes you. He likes Alex. He came to a primary school dance recital after knowing you for like a week just because you and Alex asked him to. Even if he doesn't want a relationship, it doesn’t mean that your friendship has to end. From all you've told me, he doesn't seem like the kind to trample on your hearts like this. Give yourself some time, but promise me you're gonna think about it, okay? And call me if you work yourself up into an anxious mess again, okay?”

“I will try not to be an anxious mess, but I’ll let you know. And I’ll think about it. Thanks, Tasha.” Bucky says.

“I love you no matter what, you dumbfuck. Bye.”

Bucky barely manages to say it back before she hangs up. He shakes his head with a small smile and retrieves his charger cable from behind the bedside table. As he plugs his phone, he accidentally knocks down the drawing from Steve. He picks it up, staring at the soft lines for who-knows-which time. His thumb gently traces the “Get well soon, Buck! x” scribbled at the bottom.

Looking at it, Bucky imagines the moment when Steve was writing it down. In his mind, he sees both Steve and Alexandra at the kitchen table, both leaning over their respective pieces of paper, focused on whatever they’re drawing. They are smiling, chatting about whatever common interest they’ve currently discovered. It’s a very nice picture. Enough to make Bucky’s heart ache.

Because Natasha is right. This is exactly what Bucky craves and what he’s been ignoring for years. That domesticity, that warm feeling one gets when looking at someone they care about. That happiness. He can almost imagine himself joining the picture he’s created in his head, walking over to that table and dropping a kiss first on Alex’s head and then on Steve’s, before he starts preparing the dinner. It feels right. 

Maybe it’s not usual to imagine this calm, family life with someone he’s not even in a relationship with. Most people probably think of tons of other things, things that are not so… settled. Not as serious. Sometimes they never reach this part. But Bucky has figured a while ago that it doesn’t really work for him. He already has a family. And this family means everything and more to him. If he ever was to date, he has to make sure that the person would fit into his and Alexandra’s life. He has to skip ahead to make sure it’s worth going through the dates and the passion and all the work a relationship requires, without it all ending in a heartbreak. But Steve… 

Steve fits so well into this picture, it scares Bucky a bit. Because this would be even harder to let go, if things didn't work out.

It's pretty clear, now that he allows himself to think about it, that he has some feelings for Steve. Besides the friendliness and sympathy, that is. They're the romantic kind and they're still fresh and shy but they're here. And Bucky has absolutely no clue how to deal with them. It's not even that surprising, he realises. Because how could he not catch feelings for Steve? For the kindest, most thoughtful and most selfless person in the world? For someone with his heart made of gold, who always knows how to make Bucky laugh? Someone who gets so passionate about the things he loves and just as much about the ones he despises? Who cares deeply, laughs with his whole body and who next to all this softness and kindness, is also a stubborn little asshole? Who — and this is the most important of all — adores Alex and whom she adores just as much?

Bucky's heart was a lost cause from the start.

Steve has a lot of qualities that Bucky would fall for if he looked for a partner. And that he accidentally might have fallen for anyway. And that's all without even mentioning that Steve is so ridiculously attractive that it might've skewed Bucky's view on beauty forever. 

The point is — Natasha is right. That this could be a good thing. They could be a good thing. But what they have now is already good and Bucky really values this friendship. He isn't sure if pursuing a hypothetical picture in his head is worth putting it at risk. Because he still can't be sure if Steve's interested. For what Bucky knows, he's kind and caring towards all of his friends. It doesn't mean that Bucky and Alex are special. 

He can almost hear Natasha's voice in his head, calling him an idiot and yelling that he won't know until he tries. Which is right, since Natasha always is. It doesn't help him stop the — partially excited but mostly terrified — somersaults his insides make. With a small sigh, he puts the drawing on its place by the lamp, flicks off the lights and burrows himself under the covers. He doesn't have to have everything figured out straight away. Letting himself even consider it is a big enough step for now, he decides as he drifts off to sleep.

.

The next day is Bucky's last day at work before the Christmas break. He doesn't really have much to do, just finishing some last updates and dealing with whatever paperwork he was putting off earlier. Most of the time, he chats with Scott, who has been wandering aimlessly around the institute for the lack of work and eventually landed in Bucky's tiny office. They've been chatting about their Christmas plans — nothing too elaborate for both of them, just simple time at home with their families — and now they started discussing where they should go to grab some lunch. Just as Bucky almost convinced Scott that they should go to this sushi place down the block instead of the Italian place, there's a knock on the door.

Bucky sends his friend a confused look.

"It wasn't me," Scott raises his hands in defence.

"Come in," Bucky calls after another second passes. It's probably someone having a last-minute computer problem or one of his co-workers wanting to drop by with Christmas wishes.

Except, when the door cracks open, Steve's head pokes in. Its hair is messy, its cheeks reddened from the cold and its lips spread in a smile.

"Hi, Buck. And hi Scott, it's nice to see you again," he says. "I'm not interrupting?"

And because Bucky's brain is still processing the fact that for some reason Steve's come to visit him at work, Scott's the one who says, "Not at all, come in."

Steve hesitates for another second. Bucky's brain finally kicks in and he smiles which is apparently the invitation Steve needed, because he finally fully walks into the office.

"Hi, Steve. I didn't expect you here," Bucky says, his smile growing bigger.

"Well, you should. Because after our talk yesterday, I decided to bring you lunch," Steve says, proudly showing a big paper bag in his hand. "I told you you haven't seen shit, and especially not overdramatic me."

This makes Bucky laugh out loud as he shakes his head in disbelief. How is Steve even real?

Scott is watching them with a slightly confused but endeared smile on his face. Before anyone can say anything, he gets up from the chair, slapping his thighs as he does.

"Okay then, I'll leave you to it," he says, walking towards the door.

"There's plenty to share, if you want to join us," Steve offers, because of course he does. His gold-heartedness wouldn't have it any other way.

But Scott only shakes his head at that. "Nah, I'm in the mood for some sushi today. Thanks, though."

"Asshole," Bucky narrows his eyes at Scott. "I hope you'd choke on it."

His friend only laughs at that, "Enjoy your lunch date! It's been great to see you, Steve. Merry Christmas."

"You too, Scott. Say hi to Hope and Cassie from me."

With one last grin aimed at Bucky — and a very pointed look behind Steve's back — Scott leaves them alone. Bucky tries not to dwell on the fact that Steve didn't even bat an eye when Scott called it a lunch date.

"Why should he choke?" Steve asks with a chuckle.

"I've been trying to talk him into going to that sushi place for almost twenty minutes before you came," Bucky sighs and then notices that Steve is still hovering by the door. "Come on, take your coat off and sit down. I can't believe you've brought me lunch."

Steve shrugs off his coat and leaves it on the hanger by the door, next to Bucky's. Today he's wearing a maroon sweater that really suits him and a pair of dark jeans. He pushes his sleeves up before he digs into the bag and Bucky tries not to stare too obviously.

"Someone's got to make sure you eat, since after yesterday I've gotten an idea you're not good at it yourself," Steve says. "Guess it wasn't necessary. Sadly, I don't have sushi but maybe you're in the mood for Thai?"

"Depends on whether you've brought me the dumplings or not," Bucky answers.

Steve laughs in response and takes out one of the boxes and hands it to Bucky. "I did. I also have green curry for you? I hope I remembered correctly that you like it? If not, I'm sorry, we can switch—"

"Steve." Bucky says solemnly, placing his hand on Steve's forearm, to stop him from fumbling with the food. "You not only brought me food but you remembered my favourite after I mentioned it one time. You are an angel. You should hide it better, because you make us mortals look bad."

He's only half joking. Steve does seem like a higher being of some sorts and it's unfair that Bucky's poor heart is supposed to handle it. It doesn't do a great job. Especially not when Steve laughs, his eyes crinkle so much they turn into thin slits.

"And I am the overdramatic one?" Steve asks, unpacking the last things and finally sitting on the chair across from Bucky. He's still smiling but there's a blush colouring his cheeks and creeping down his neck.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek to contain a grin but the truth is, he's immensely proud of himself for pulling this reaction out of Steve. To stop himself from saying something stupid, he digs into his food.

"By the way, how did you find me here?" Bucky asks, his tongue sticking out a bit in concentration as he fishes for a dumpling with his chopsticks. 

"Clara let me know where your office is, she was very helpful."

Bucky furrows his brows. The surprise makes him drop his dumpling back into the container. "Clara, as in Clara Oswald, our receptionist? How do you know her?"

"I don't. We've chatted for a few minutes and I explained why I'm here and she told me how to get to you."

"Ah, of course it took you about five minutes to charm her and get into a government building just like that," Bucky chuckles.

"I didn't charm anyone! I just politely asked and she helped!"

If it wasn't Steve, Bucky would take it as fake modesty. But the truth is that Steve really seems to be completely oblivious to the effect he has on people. It’s endearing to see him do this.

"So here's when you do your cool space stuff?" Steve asks, changing the subject.

"Here's when the real scientists come searching for help when there's some IT-related issue," Bucky corrects him. "I don't do anything cool. I make sure all the data is where it's supposed to be and that whatever equipment they need is ready and working properly. Or part of it, Scott's an engineer and he takes care of the rest. I do get to read some space facts first hand, though."

"That's still cool space stuff for me," Steve shrugs with a small smile. "What kinds of things are you researching here? Like some particular aspects of outer space, or—?"

Normally Bucky would just give the shortest answer possible. People usually get bored quickly when he starts talking about it. But something in the genuine interest on Steve's face, the way he is looking around the office — which is nothing special, the only nice things are the sky maps and some spaced themed art  — makes Bucky think that maybe Steve wouldn't mind getting the longer answer.

"Well, we mostly study the weather. Both the Earth's and the one in the solar system, like the solar winds and magnetic storms, stuff like that. We study exoplanets and try to discover or guess as much as we can about them," Bucky says. "I helped to create simulations that predicted how they could look like and develop, to see if there's a possibility to inhabit them. We did it by basically dumping all the data we have into an elaborate computer programme and waiting to see what comes out." Bucky laughs and Steve does too, but he has the look of utter fascination on his face as he listens. "And all this helps with some more down-to-earth stuff — pun not intended. Like, we've done tons of studies in climate change."

"That's—," Steve starts when he makes sure that Bucky's done. "All of this sounds incredible. And you're a part of all those amazing things, how great is that?"

Bucky feels that his cheeks start to burn. There's another reason he usually sticks with the short answer. As much as he's proud to be working here and as much as he loves it, the impostor in him always makes sure that he understands the difference between his work and the actual research, analysis and all the heavy lifting that the astronomers do. He helps, of course he does. He does a great job at it, but there's still a difference. And such praise usually makes him squirm uncomfortably.

"And don't even try to get all modest with me again," Steve warns as if he's been reading Bucky's mind. "You've said that you don't do cool space stuff and then admitted that you've helped to create a program to imagine how exoplanets can look and change. So I know you're full of bullshit."

Steve raises an eyebrow in what's supposed to be an unimpressed look but it's not even close. The smile and the curious, bright eyes that are stating right at Bucky are destroying the effect. The blush on Bucky's cheeks only deepens, especially as Steve adds. "I've been impressed before but— Wow. Really, you guys are doing such incredible things here, I can’t wrap my head around it."

"We really do," Bucky agrees, eventually.

The beaming smile Steve sends him feels like a reward Bucky didn't know he deserves.

"So you've always liked space? Or was it an accident that brought you here?" Steve asks.

"No, I've always loved it. It's just so fascinating and there's always so much more to learn about it," Bucky doesn't even try to hide his excitement. "I've never fully understood all the science behind it but I loved staring at the sky, trying to find all those constellations and planets and galaxies. I've figured a way to somehow connect it to what I was good at and make it my job. Which is amazing. But now I mostly stare at the computer screen instead of the stars. "

He doesn't want to sound ungrateful but he must admit that it does kill some of the fun. But not even the astronomers simply state up at the sky to admire the view.

Steve only nods in response. "Alex mentioned that you guys went on a trip out of town to watch the stars. It must've been great."

"We did! It was like… almost 2 years ago, I think? I borrowed one of those fancy telescopes they have here. I needed to pick Alex up every time, cause she was too small to reach it," Bucky laughs as he brings out the memories. "It was fun, we should do that again, sometime. But I don't have much time now, so it’ll have to wait."

"It does sound great," Steve smiles that soft smile again. "I hope you'd find some time as it gets warm enough for such trips. I bet Alex would be delighted."

"Yeah. I'll let you know if that happens, in case you'd like to join," Bucky says before he can think better of it.

There's more of the childlike excitement on Steve's face as Bucky mentions it so maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea.

An actual bad idea comes out of Bucky's mouth a bit later, just as Steve is getting ready to head out. Bucky's lunch break is long gone and forgotten, because it's been two hours that Steve spent here. He apologises for staying so long and the assurances that Bucky didn't have any more work to do doesn't help.

"I'm sorry for taking your mind away from your responsibilities, but it was great spending time with you," Steve says.

So of course, because Bucky's heart doesn't get any chance to regroup, he doesn't have time to think before he blurts out. "We should have dinner together."

It's certainly not something Steve was expecting to hear. He just stares at Bucky. Before he has a chance to say anything, Bucky continues, "I mean. You should come for dinner. Clint and Nat are always around for a dinner, sometime between Christmas and New Year's. If you don't have any plans, it would be great if you came. But it's okay if you can't or don't want to."

Another moment passes and Bucky tries not to squirm under Steve's gaze. Luckily, Steve finally blinks and smiles as he says, "No, Buck, of course I'd love to come! I don't have any particular plans, will probably hang out with Sam for most of the break but I'll have plenty of time."

"You could take Sam with you," Bucky adds. He desperately tries to regain the control of his own mouth. "It'd be great to finally meet him."

"I'll let him know, I bet he’d be happy to come, too. Thanks again for the invite," Steve smiles as he cracks open the door. With a little wave, he walks out of the office. "Bye, Buck. Have a nice day."

"You too, Steve," Bucky says to the already closing door.

When Steve's gone, Bucky exhales heavily through his mouth as he leans back in his chair. Both of his hands go up to thread through his hair, tugging at it lightly.

Apparently, he has a dinner to prepare.

taglist: @steverrogers​ @till-the-end-of-the-line-punk​ @buckyshappyending

[shsl-fluff]

uhh,,, saw your reply to my ask and i- snsjs thanks a lot, ur really nice. i guess I'll request something to get ya started, I hope you don't mind! 👉🏻👈🏻 could i get sdr2 boys w/ a fem! shsl baker s/o? s/o is really affectionate and sweet too, she wears pink and pastel clothing with her baker outfit, + firmly believes in the phrase "sometimes kindness is enough" + that even bad people deserve a second chance. just trying to ship my cute af oc with my fav boys, don't mind me.. 👉🏻👈🏻 >u< 💐

This was really fun to write! I'm so sorry that it took a while. Also, some of these are more based in the middle of the relationship, some are more meeting to the beginning of the relationships. I hope you don't mind :)

Sdr2 boys with a fem, shsl baker S/O who is very kind, patient, and affectionate

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

People aren't normally very patient with him, especially due to how on edge he can get

It's a bit shocking for him to see that you've stuck around, even before you started dating

When you two first cuddled he was so embarrassed. Blushing bright red and muttering a few reluctant insults before going quiet and just being a bright red mess. 

You don't remember if he fell asleep in your arms, or if you fell asleep in his, but it didn't matter.

You kiss him every morning. Sometimes it wakes him up and other times it doesn't, but it makes you happy either way. 

He really has a sweet tooth, even if he doesn't like admitting it. Peko and yourself might be some of the only ones who know.

You often surprise him with sweet things. Cakes, cookies, cupcakes, and especially doughnuts.

He always acts a bit annoyed at first but the facade collapses as he eats

"You didn't have to make me anything, you know? I don't like sweets"

"Thank you, (Y/N)... This is amazing, as usual" 

Gundham Tanaka

The Lord of darkness and a sweet baker never seemed like they'd be the best pair, but they were. 

Even before you got together, you would surprise him with small cakes you were creating recipes for to get his opinions

"A Lord of darkness such as myself does not need such worldly goods!"

Yet he still eats them and showers you with compliments

Apparently, all the horrific forces at play in the many universes would enjoy them

When you found out about his demonic beasts, you found them absolutely adorable

You went to your recipe book to see if you could find any treats for hamsters but couldn't find any. 

The same went for online

So you made that your mission. Making a sweet for only the most ferocious of hamster beasts.

You tried to keep it a secret, but gundham found out, and declared he must join you on your mission in life. 

Every afternoon he would meet you at your kitchen and you'd both work on recipes to find something that would be easy to replicate and mass produce that brings the dark devas powers to their fullest potential. 

You would work until the early hours of the morning. What was once going to be a small present had spiraled out of control, but you didn't mind. 

It was fun to spend your time with someone as passionate as the ultimate breeder.

When you had finally cracked the code, it was early in the morning. He was so happy that he looked like he was about to hug you

"(Y/N), I often wish you weren't a mere human." He said as he watched the devas eat their sacred meals.

"Even a human of your strength would perish by simply touching me, and it pains my heart"

He continued to ramble about how his power had the ability to destroy any human, and how he sometimes feared making companions for that reason

And then you hugged him

He was caught by surprise, and shocked when you didn't turn to dust in front of him

Maybe you weren't human after all

He decided you would be a perfect companion to rule the underworld with someday.

He crowned you the princess of darkness and unwavering determination.

Hajime Hinata 

Though he was a reserve course student, Hajime would often spend time with your class after school. 

He just became one of the pals.

You loved giving out treats during homeroom, so you would make sure to save him some to give him after school.

"I'm so sorry that it isn't warm, Hinata! Oh! What if you come with me? I'll make you some of whatever you want!"

You dragged him off to your room. 

"What do you want? I'll make anything!" 

He reluctantly said he'd have some chocolate chip cookies. 

You whipped them up instantly and gave them to you nice and warm. 

He thanked you generously.

You continued the habit of making him things, making them more and more creative.

His favorite was your orange zest cupcakes

He had wanted to ask you on a date for a while, but was too shy to. He was a reserve course student, why would you go after him of all people? 

Mahiru ended up being sick of him being so shy, so she asked for him.

You laughed and accepted. 

You both went out to dinner a few days later. He was flustered and yet also a little frustrated that Mahiru rushed him. 

The dinner went overall well, and he walked you home that evening. 

He thanked you for coming out with him and being so kind and sweet 

And then you suddenly 

Kissed his cheek

He went deep red and flustered as he sorta blanked out

He kissed you back quickly as you parted ways.

You both couldn't wait for tomorrow

Imposter (Byakuya)

You decided to hand out brownies to your class one morning, when they were nice and warm. 

Almost everyone showered you with praise for the baked goods, but one person especially. Byakuya Togami. 

He told you it was the best food made by a commoner he had ever tasted. 

You two slowly grew closer as you brought in baked goods once a week. 

At first he had treated you with overall indifference, yet as you talked to him more he slowly opened up to you. 

He talked about his favorite foods, his favorite brands, and even his hobbies. 

As you two started to talk out of school, you noticed some things that didn't seem to fit in with the way he normally talked. He wasn't calling you a commoner anymore.

He started to treat you like an equal. 

One morning when you were handing out baked goods during class, he gave you a note. 

Meet me at my locker after school today. I have something important to talk to you about -Byakuya Togami

He didn't say anything else, besides a quiet thanks. 

When you went to his locker after school, he looked surprisingly anxious

"Follow me, we're going to the park, (Y/N)" he said coolly 

He sat down on the bench next to you under a cherry blossom tree. 

He let his secrets spill. That he always wanted to be someone else. Someone who would be noticed. That he wasn't even sure who he was… 

He spoke quietly and with a steady voice as he stared you in the eyes

"Would you really care about someone who you don't really know?" He asked. 

"Yes, yes I would Byakuya. Because even if that isn't your name, I didn't befriend a name or a face… I befriended you for your heart" 

He looked like he was about to cry as he pulled you into a soft embrace. 

Kazuichi Soda

Souda really, really loved touch, and was surprisingly easy fluster.

He loved it when you held his hand in public, it would make his heart thunder out of his chest.

Not to mention cuddling

Running your hands through his hair

He would rub your back sometimes, too. 

Whenever your kitchen gadgets broke, he would rush over and fix them.

He tried to add some mods, too. To make things faster or more efficient.

They were often to fast to use reasonably, but you thanked him for them anyway

You loved surprising him in his garage when he was working. 

You would always bring him his favorite- death by chocolate cupcakes. 

Sometimes you'd get grease on your clothes. He'd rush to help you clean them and try to get the stains out. 

When he realized they wouldn't be able to fully get it out, he took her to the store and bought the same outfit, along with something else.

He adored spoiling you.

You were his princess.

Nagito Komaeda 

You had heard some of the things your classmates had said about one of the ultimate lucks. That he was creepy and had an obsession with the other ultimates

You didn't believe them. You didn't think they were lying or anything, just that they didn't understand him. 

You decided to introduce yourself to him, and he was so excited.

An ultimate would talk to him?

He apologized in advance for having to put up with trash like himself.

You assured him he wasn't trash, and even invited him to hang out after school. 

He asked about what your ultimate talent was.

When he heard baker, he was awed. Oh the hope that you would be able to bring into others with your treats!

You two would gradually hang out more and more and become better friends. 

You would bake him something every time, but something always turned out wrong.

A bit of eggshell somehow got in, the vanilla would slip out of your fingers and dump into the batch, the baking time on the recipe was wrong, or something had spilled on your cookbook

Nagito had to anxiously explain the way his luck worked. Terrible luck had to come before good luck, followed by even more terrible luck.

"Well then, I don't mind! As long as you're getting some good luck, I don't mind having to bake something a few times to get it correct for you due to bad luck"

He was shocked by your amount of hope and kindness. 

"What do you think the good luck is, by the way?" You asked him suddenly

"To be honest, I think its spending time with you after school, (Y/N)"

He asked you out, and you accepted. He thought it was all his luck, but it wasn't. 

You loved giving him love and affection. Even small things like holding his hands in public, to cuddling him on the couch when you watch tv together. 

The bad luck would really be inconvenient, yet you got through it if it meant you got to spend time with him. 

He often rambled about how much he didn't deserve you, yet you always cut him off and tell him how much you loved him. 

He loved you so much

You loved him so much.

Nekomaru Nidai

You two were both rather sweet to others, so it made sense that you got along right away. 

You quickly became the power couple of the school

He would pick you up and carry you on his shoulders all the time and make up little excuses for why he'd do it

Maybe it'd be faster if he just took you

It was for his workout

You had to grab something on the shelf

So on and so forth. 

You didn't mind, you just loved being carried by him. 

You would have movie nights with him all the time. 

You'd make cookies and pop some popcorn, and then cuddle with him or sit on his lap as the movie started

His favorite movie was Rocky

His favorite movie snack was your oatmeal bar cookies.  

Sometimes he massages you during the movies. You swear that those are the best things in the world.

He invites you to work out with Akane all the time. You aren't very athletic but accept anyway!

He has a list of exercises to help different parts of your body so you get a balanced yet not painfully difficult workout. It's one he had once used for a beginner's team, but it works well for you too. 

He makes sure to work out at a pace you can handle and gives you tons of tips before going off to spar with Akane

Sometimes, the winner gets your cookies. 

Those are the most intense any of their battles get

Teruteru Hanamura

You and Teruteru had something in common before even knowing each other, as both of your ultimates were centered around culinary

He hadn't really tried to bake before

You decided to invite him to your home so you could show him what he was missing

He treated it like it was a date, and kept making inappropriate jokes the whole time, but you didn't really mind too much. 

He was having fun after all. 

You guys kept inviting each other over, either cooking or baking with one another. 

You realized he had feelings for you, but didn't reciprocate for a while

One day when you were cooking together it just hit you that you loved him

You loved his passion for his craft

You loved his kindness

You loved his humor

You loved him.

You asked him out

He accepted

Some things- a lot of things- stayed the same.

You would cook and bake every day together and search through recipe books to find new things to make

Other things changed

You were both big on cuddling and affection and couldn't get out of eachothers arms at night

His accent totally changed too. You didn't expect him to speak in a southern accent, but also didn't mind

It was nice to hear him talk about how beautiful you were in that voice. It showed you he didn't have to put up a front around you.

He would buy you aprons and dresses with light, pastel colours.

He just loved how everything looked on you. 

He would also buy some risque clothes, but if it made you very uncomfortable, he'd stop.

You realized why some of your classmates hated him, he could be pervy at times, even bordering on creepy. 

But that was just one flaw about him. 

His passion was almost unrivaled by your classmates, not to mention how funny he could be.

You just had to stick around to see that passion. Your patience went a long way. 

[punkscowardschampions]

Ali & Carly

Ali: Heyo boo Ali: thanks for Rocky wrangling with me today, you're now also his fave so, add that to your tally Carly: its k i had fun Carly: hes a cutie & cool kid Ali: me too Ali: yeah, he's alright, but cocky enough so I ain't telling him Ali: dunno where he gets that from 😏 Carly: ha Carly: yea idk Carly: no clue Ali: i'm sorry Ro was being off btw, I'm working out why but trust it wasn't you, babe Ali: been neglecting her lately, everyone wants a piece of me Ali: hard life Carly: idc its me too Carly: nobody wants a piece but you Ali: I just told you that ain't true, and Rocky is ruthless, he called one of my customers a 'big bum witch' the other day Ali: no tip for me, thanks dickhead Ali: but I want all of you regardless Ali: willing to throw hands Carly: aw Carly: this town is full of big bum witches tho Carly: my ma back for one Carly: but are you willing to use those hands for good too or Ali: awks if that was your Ma, like hey gurl, I think you rock it Ali: your daughter ain't bad either Ali: you know it, IOU 'cos we couldn't make like we were in the backrow of the cinema Carly: unless she been lying about where she at i think youve avoided meeting the in laws again Carly: k cuz you kno i need to collect soon Carly: bored Carly: just back and zoned out so fast Ali: ain't even got exciting stories from their galavanting? fucking rude Ali: at least when we go AWOL we also go wild Ali: make things happen, lads Carly: my ma's good for nothing but hairspray and peroxide Carly: only use if i get beat up again Carly: my da's good for cash tho if you wanna get wild w me Ali: or you wanna single white female me Ali: which would be a disappointing outcome to say the least Ali: can't tonight babe, I've gotta have some sister time Ali: go hard for both of us Carly: k Carly: try not to miss me bad when shes talking about me Ali: oh babe, she will not, and if she does I'll set her straight Ali: gonna let the world know you're my 😇 Carly: whatever her issue shes gotta air it and youre her sister so you gotta hear it Carly: idc shes not gonna hurt me w it Carly: and setting peeps straight is the opposite of how you do, babe Ali: true Ali: idk what issue she could have though, you're a literal ray of sunshine Ali: true again 😏 Ali: ugh, imma miss you Ali: maybe i can sneak out when she's gone to bed, the 'rents too Carly: i miss you now Carly: cant hear my parents say shit Carly: i just wanna talk to you Carly: dont tell me maybe & keep me waiting tho Ali: i will Ali: promise Carly: i dont wanna make trouble for you Carly: w anyone Carly: you can stay w her if you need to stay Ali: You won't Ali: I can do both Ali: be back before first light Ali: even if I'll miss watching the sun rise on your face 😔 Ali: we've got the night, baby Carly: but you kno if ive got you for the whole night youre gonna fall asleep Carly: thats what im good at Carly: feel free to tell your sister thats why you like me ha Carly: fun & tiring its magic Ali: hmm, we'll see who wears who out first, babe Ali: and if I am that husband, then you'll just have to wake me up with morning sex like the good little wifey you are 😘😂 Carly: always bringing that confidence i like it Carly: k but if my parents wake up too you can explain its a duty thing yea i had to like Ali: i like you Ali: for so many reasons and imma show you all of 'em tonight Ali: fuck that Ali: stay out with me, its warm enough Ali: i'll trace all the constellations out with my tongue so you won't ever forget Ali: educational Carly: my ma is asking me what im blushing about Carly: i told her what you said but she's not a believer Carly: support my education bitch Carly: ha Ali: i mean, i'd offer to let her see the benefits for herself but Ali: not gonna win me any brownie points 'cos she won't take me up on it Carly: she dont kno what she's missing but i do Carly: wish you were here Ali: me too Ali: start the party without me babe, i don't mind Carly: too late if you do Carly: gotta get through this reunion some way Ali: they aren't making you watch a slideshow, are they? Ali: fate worse than death Ali: Maybe you could go to Ronan's? Lmao, he's been up in my pussy way too much since he found out about us...didn't think we were THAT loud but ok boy Carly: yea Carly: might do cuz same Carly: but what if i miss you he can really make a night of it when he wants Ali: Nah, I won't let you face that disappointment, babe Ali: my spidey senses will tingle like not on my watch, fuckboy Carly: aw Carly: you gonna come get me? Carly: thats no way to get him out your pussy babe fyi Ali: yeah Ali: I know but I like the idea of showing you off as mine Ali: but no sharing, he only gets to watch and be mad he fucked it up Carly: i like it too Carly: youre hot when youre oneupping fuckboys Carly: i thought i knew how to do it best but k youre flipping the script Ali: as long as i'm besting them i'm doing my job right Ali: gotta keep you on-board Carly: speak of the devil Carly: how he know i was alone & horny Carly: my parents have only gone to the shops its uncanny Ali: know your neighbours but bit stalkerish, pal Ali: i'll text him to fuck off, freak him out Ali: how does she know, ha, two can play this game fucko and I'm more committed Carly: ha Carly: you gotta Carly: hes smoking im gonna bum one see what line he tries to lay on before the text sends Ali: On it Ali: gotta let him know there's a queue to court the princess now and he's at the back, soz Carly: he likes hitting it from the back he wont be put off Carly: im gonna show him some of the hot pics i took of you tho Ali: when is he ever tbf? 🐶👅💦 Carly: true Carly: that fucking cute tho aren't i Ali: you know it babe Carly: hes talking to my da now Carly: kill me Ali: how fucking dare he Ali: knowing he has the upper hand with the man bants Ali: i know how to change a tire too! love me! Carly: if my ma invites him in for tea im out of here Carly: she will think hes hot under the collar for her & bitch thats my groundwork Ali: Run baby run Ali: what kinda moron is he tho Ali: coulda had a private show if you just waited, now its all saturday night telly and flat lager Carly: you kno i have nowhere to go if you dont want me babe Carly: facts Carly: he likes me now he cant have me what a fucking Carly: like i wouldve fucked you but im not getting w you Ali: i do, is this full sos crisis mode though? 'cos i need to be good for a lil while longer yet Ali: such a typical bloke move that Ali: bet he ain't the only boy in ur inbox, not a pun Ali: 'cos he ain't in mine like 🙄 Carly: its k your sister needs you Carly: i can keep walking Carly: loads of other lads on site as well as in my inbox Carly: & they arent trying to say hi to me before we get down to it nevermind my parents Ali: 😾 Carly: why so sad blue eyed boo Ali: i don't like how lads treat you Ali: i'm not jealous, like swear to god, even though i obviously want you all to myself, i get it Ali: but i'm not about how shit they are to you, even if you don't care, they should care to be decent humans Carly: thats not lads its everyone Carly: youre the only one treating me different Carly: they dont know how else to be Carly: made my bed babe Ali: nah Ali: you don't deserve half the shit you get, that's bullshit Ali: and even the rest, people just don't wanna try to understand or be good, heaven forfend they inconvineince themselves for one second, like Carly: if im a slag im a slag i dont get to put conditions on it Carly: if it was a film maybe Carly: but theres no romance coming my way from theres and i dont want it Ali: why can't you just be you? someone who likes fucking, among other things Ali: not romance just like...not being a cunt Ali: idk Ali: pisses me off Carly: cuz you don't run the world even tho you strut it like you do and i love it Ali: not yet, babe Ali: one day, and you can be my right hand woman Carly: yea? Carly: take me w you & ill take you to all your fave places k Ali: k Ali: we'll be fun forever, I promise you Carly: gotta be Ali: you know i like you even when you ain't tho Ali: don't tell Carly: who would i Carly: ronans got enough for his wank bank & nobody else is chatting to me rn Ali: exactly, ruins the illusion and fantasy when they realise i care about you Ali: so unsexy of me Carly: youre sexy to me Carly: idc what they think Ali: good Ali: me either Carly: i like you too you kno Ali: yeah Ali: i had my suspicions Carly: i dont have any subtlety sorry about it Ali: Don't be Ali: I love it Ali: not enough people say what they mean or want, ever Carly: waste Carly: k i wasnt shouting how bad i wanted to kiss you before i did but not cuz i was bothered about me Ali: agreed Ali: sometimes you can't know you want something until you've got it Ali: i get it Carly: you get me Carly: its weird Ali: 🔮 Carly: ha Carly: k what am i thinking now Ali: wouldn't be proper to say Ali: tut tut bad girl Ali: like how you think though Carly: fuck Carly: youre good Ali: 🤷 don't mean to brag but remember that phrase you'll be screaming it later Ali: such a Ronan line, I can't 😂 Carly: but true Carly: not like when he says it Ali: 😍 Carly: what you doing w your sister Carly: gotta live through that cuz bored Ali: Fixing my weave Ali: getting into a white girl dread territory over here Ali: then gonna do some 🔮 forreal Ali: get ready for me to be even more of a know it all baby Carly: cute Carly: tell me my future i got some shit from another neighbor & im waiting for it to kick Carly: hows it gonna treat me Carly: needing a good trip Ali: we'll see who gets the answer first Ali: you got anything for me? Carly: yea Carly: they mystery but i kno you arent scared Carly: & you got me doing a test run rn lying on here on the grass Ali: 🌌 be there before it fades away my space explorer Carly: if you find me at a bad end prob dont take it Ali: is one of the lads trip sitting you Carly: so he reckons but hes drinking so theres no trust Carly: & he gave me it Carly: his game could be me lights out idk Ali: keep texting me, okay babe? Ali: if shit gets too real, tell me and I'll come early Ali: my sis is cool now, she gets what we're doing, she was just confused Carly: aw Carly: youre sweet Carly: you told her you like me Ali: 'course I did Ali: I ain't ashamed Ali: I'm proud Carly: youre gonna make me cry Ali: You're special, Carly Ali: You're gonna see Carly: I just wanna see you tho Ali: Me too Ali: I'm gonna make her some chamomile tea and then I'm coming, yeah? Carly: but thats not fair to her Carly: she's not gonna be a fan of me Ali: I've promised her more time tomorrow Ali: You need me rn Carly: but what if i want you to stay Carly: what are we gonna do then Ali: i'll stay until you're ready for me to go Carly: you mean that? Ali: yes Ali: promise, imma take care of you Carly: but theres nothing in it for you Carly: youve already got me you dont have to Ali: i wanna keep you Ali: and not just selfishly Ali: you gotta stick around, you're too cool to go anywhere, okay Carly: k Carly: im here & if you wanna be im not stopping you Ali: good Ali: i wanna be wherever you are Carly: i kept you pills back the lads didnt want me to but idc about them & you can follow me in now Ali: fuck them Ali: just me and you Carly: yea Carly: ill look after you too Ali: 😇 Ali: i know, i trust you Carly: idk if you should Carly: but i like it Ali: willing to take my chances Ali: you're worth it Carly: thats you Ali: i'm so glad i met you Carly: me too Carly: not that i met me thats weird Carly: you know what i mean Ali: i got you Ali: not high yet 😉 Carly: id seen you around before you guardian angel'd me that night Carly: thats weird too Carly: that i didnt see you how i do now Ali: it is Ali: you were always cute but Ali: idk, i can't claim to have seen this in my crystal ball Carly: thats cuz i wasnt cute i was a state Carly: & youd have more likely seen me sucking ronans dick Carly: look away babe you dont need to have that image in your mind Ali: don't need him reckoning he plays part in any of my fantasies, nah Ali: you can't not be cute, no matter how you try, soz babe Carly: you can't not be so sweet to me can you Ali: dunno Ali: not tried Carly: idk what id do if you did Carly: i got used to it Ali: got no plans to stop Ali: unless you ask me to, like Carly: thats not gonna be what i ask you to do Carly: trust me Ali: you can tell me all about it Ali: 5 minutes, tops Carly: okay

[victorluvsalice]

Day 3 of our time with Eric and company, and -- well, I’m sorry to report that this is kind of a sad day. Because, well, today we lose a family member. Though maybe not in the way you’re thinking. . .

First, though, let me provide the context -- Spookfest! Yes, Sim Halloween has rolled around again, meaning it’s time to celebrate. Andy took care of breakfast while Eric got the decorations up. . .but what I really wanted was to finally add a certain cat to my family. And as inviting Sprig over to my place hadn’t worked last time, I decided to try my luck having Andy invite him to a community lot! Surely THAT would finally lead to the option to adopt popping up, correct?

Noooope. Sprig was happy to play and be cuddled, and I got confirmation that Eric’s wellness treat had cured his illness, but there was STILL no option to adopt! If you read my tags from last time, you’ll know why, but if you didn’t (as I didn’t before looking it up during this update) -- turns out that you CAN’T adopt a stray if you invite said stray anywhere, because then THEY’RE NOT CORRECTLY TAGGED AS A STRAY. I dunno WHAT is going on in the background code to lead to this state of affairs but I DO NOT APPROVE. *grumbles*

So yeah -- turns out if I wanted to adopt Sprig, I had to basically just keep going to Brindleton Bay and HOPE he showed up as a correctly-tagged stray. Disgruntled, I had Andy bid him adieu at the Pawspital and head back home, to play with the dog -- oh, and entertain Caleb! Yes, everyone’s favorite friendly vampire is apparently a pal of Andy’s, and stopped by for a chat! Eric isn’t really THAT keen on vampires (after many, many chomps), but it is Spookfest, so he went ahead and welcomed him in. . .