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nhasablogg · 7 months

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Icarian (allow the ground to find its brutal way to me)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Summary: Steve is running through the forest. He can feel his hunter closing in.

A/N: Thiiiiiis is some sort of attempt at writing something... Halloweeny? Spooky? Suspenseful? Idk. I was thinking I would try to write some Halloween esque fics throughout the month, but we'll see if I'll write more than this heh. Hope you like it!

Words: 1.3k

Steve was doing his best to not trip over tree roots that had infested the ground of the forest. Seriously, he couldn’t remember it ever being this bad. Only when he was running, which he currently was, when the roots were death traps more than nuisances. Of course that was when they decided to appear. Just his luck.

Heart in his throat, Steve jumped over a fallen tree branch, wondering if the forest was out to get him as much as his hunter was. It was strange that it was just during moments of complete panic that his mind managed to produce coherent thoughts in between all his absolutely jumbled ones. It was nearly funny, hearing the logical ones amidst the screaming and cursing, because that was all that he managed to really think as he ran through the semi-darkness. That and the occasional hunch that told him in what direction to run in, as if that would help. As if he wouldn’t get completely obliterated before managing to get out of this godforsaken forest.

Yet all the time spent among these trees, dates and mischief and the occasional need to just get away, led his feet in what he knew was the most suitable direction. Even though his mind and body were freaking out entirely, one part of him was doing its utmost to get him through this with as few scratches as possible. He could hear his hunter closing in and took a left, going deeper into the forest toward thicker trees, hoping to lose him enough that the noise and movement of the bushes wouldn’t matter. That his panicked gasps for air wouldn’t be audible.

He wasn’t sure how the hell he’d ended up here anyway. A day as any other, foggy and muggy, not at all the fall weather they were used to. Maybe the fog was what had resulted in this chase, was what had given Steve time to flee in the first place and get this far without being caught. But the fog was also making him uncertain, feeling as if he would trip over stones at any turn. Slowing him down, or so he assumed. His form wasn’t what it had been in high school, but he’d run away from enough monsters to know what adrenaline could do.

The mugginess was making his shirt cling to his chest, a piece of hair stuck to his forehead. “It’ll be fine,” Dusting had said, shoving a tree branch out of the way and letting it go before Steve had been able to get past it.

“You’re an asshole,” he’d replied, just narrowing missed having his fucking face whipped. “This will end badly, I’m telling you.”

“Since when were you a pu-”

“Shit, fuck!” The memory was interrupted by his ankle slamming into something and he fell headfirst toward the ground, finding himself lucky to land on something soft. He could imagine how easily he would come out of this with a stick through his eyeball, blood everywhere, excruciating pain turning him into nothing but wailing. But all he got was a scrape over his wrist where he tried and failed to catch himself against mossy bark. He lay there, for a moment, allowing himself to whimper through his heavy breathing once before falling silent. Listening. Knowing damn well no one could’ve missed that fall. Or?

The forest was quiet, sans the occasional rattling of leaves high above, and Steve tried to press his body as flatly against the forest floor as he could. All he could smell were leaves and dirt, all he could feel was the thudding of his ankle and the hammering of his heart.

“You’re not scared, are you?” That voice, only heard in his head, was inevitably Dustin’s, although the tone was different. The tone was playful in a way Dustin never was. Not accusing enough to be Robin’s, although she would probably have told him to stop being a wimp, too. Although he had Eddie’s voice entirely memorized he was grateful it wasn’t his, even though the words so obviously were. Steve’s heart was already frantic enough from the chase.

This was ridiculous. He was never speaking to Dustin again once he got out of here.

The sound of a twig breaking was what made him scramble to his feet again, realizing that if he was to be stagnant he couldn’t do it there, on semi-open ground, and so he started lugging his body through the trees again, his ankle protesting slightly but otherwise seeming uninjured. The fog seemed to have cleared up slightly, or maybe he had simply gotten used to it. It felt as if he’d been running for hours, but he knew it had barely been ten minutes. He couldn’t even have gotten very far. Was running in circles for all he knew.

“It will be fun,” Dustin had said, dumping his bag on the ground as the group gathered around him. “A trial of endurance. Of speed. Of survival skills.”

“Now you’re overdoing it,” Lucas had said and Steve had been glad someone else was voicing their disapproval. But Eddie had seemed excited, and so Steve hadn’t protested again. He was kind of regretting it now.

“You nervous?” Eddie had asked him quietly, breath against Steve’s cheek. Steve had shaken his head, had acted tough about it. But of course he’d been nervous, and now he regretted not being honest. It made him feel pathetic, tripping through the forest, hunted for fucking sport. How he’d survived literal monsters in the past he couldn’t explain.

He stopped in his tracks just before falling over a fallen tree, cursing under his breath as he tried to climb over it quickly. Too many obstacles in too little time. He felt as if his hunter was breathing down his neck now, and he turned around only to prove to himself that it wasn’t the case, and ended up with a hand around his arm dragging him back over the stem.

He screamed in surprise, then in slight terror, and then, finally, in panic as fingers dug into his abdomen, making his whole body twitch against Eddie’s. When Steve got a glimpse of him through his ticklish laughter, he saw that he was just as flushed as him.

“Fifteen minutes,” Eddie said, stilling his fingers and leaning down to press his lips to Steve’s temple. “You might survive.”

“I’ve survived before,” Steve said, feeling grumpy. “That’s why I don’t get this exercise.”

“Eh, it’s good to hone your skills.”

“And entertain the kids.”

“That too.” Eddie curled his fingers over his belly again and Steve tried to shove him away, but the way they’d landed had Eddie hovering over him and it made it harder to get away. “But now you’re at the mercy of the tickle monster.”

“You’re so annoying.” It might’ve sounded serious had Steve not been giggling, exhausted, ticklish, glad this stupid experience was over. “Not there-”

“Oh here?”

“Eddie.”

Eddie laughed, but left his belly alone. Unfortunately it only meant he moved upward, to the sides of his ribs, making Steve squirm into the earth beneath him, feet kicking, profanities flying. But it was all nearly - nearly - worth it when Eddie kissed him, the two of them entangled for as long as they felt they could get away with it.

“Did you fall before?” Eddie asked once he’d helped him up, brushing leaves off of him. “I thought I saw your tumble out of sight.”

Steve sighed. “I did. It fuckin’ hurt.” Not that much, but he felt he needed some sort of sympathy after being dragged into this. “I thought you’d catch up.”

“I got confused and stopped, but heard you once you got up again.”

Steve hummed. He felt as if Eddie had paused on purpose to let him catch his breath, but didn’t call him out on it. “You be the prey next time. See how you like it.”

“Sweetheart.” A hand around Steve’s waist. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to be chased by you.”

#tickling #ticklish!steve harrington #steddie #stranger things fic #steddie fic #stranger things #tickle fic #but like.... barely #n writes #Icarian (allow the ground to find its brutal way to me)

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rainisawriter · 7 months

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A Halloween Miracle – Ice (PSF #16)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, romance, slice of life

Prompt: Wearing each other’s clothes (@flufftober) / Dare: Make a donation to the food bank (@slumberpartybingo Fall Flash)

Word Count: 5,228

Pairing: Reader x Ice

World: High&Low

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You checked your reflection in the mirror again, biting your lip nervously. It wasn’t your first date with Ice yet it felt as if it was. How could you not feel at least a bit self-conscious with him, though? He was such a beautiful man with an incredible, and expensive, sense of fashion.

Not to mention how strong he is or how much money he has. You were his complete opposite. Fashion meant nothing to you and you were perfectly happy just wearing loose, comfortable clothing. You never spent more than fifty bucks on an article of clothing, not just because it felt wrong, but also because you didn’t have that kind of spare cash to blow.

Ice oftentimes tried to buy you things but you always told him no. You felt wrong accepting gifts from him, especially since he seemed to choose the most expensive gifts possible. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you were a gold digger, just dating him for his money.

You even insisted on paying your half of the bill when he took you out to dinner, something that really frustrated him. He knew you worked hard for your money and that it was always tight for you, yet you insisted on paying.

The first time you had gone out together, he had chosen an expensive restaurant and you ended up not having enough to pay for your half. It was one of the most embarrassing nights of your life and you still hate thinking about it.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your keys and headed outside to wait for Ice to arrive. The cold autumn air curled around you like a blanket, bringing goosebumps to your skin and a smile to your face. Autumn was your favorite time of year and you loved the cold.

Ice’s black Bentley pulled up to the curb and he stepped out, smiling when he saw you. “Hey, baby,” he greeted, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leading you to the passenger’s side, pulling the door open for you. As soon as you were safely inside, he closed the door and returned to the driver’s seat.

When you first met Ice, you saw how viciously he fought, how cruel he could be. You never would have imagined that he could be such a gentleman, that he could be so soft and kind to you.

“Where do you want to go?” He questioned, taking your hand in his, fingers lacing together.

You bit your lip, knowing how drastically your interests were. A good date to him was an expensive restaurant before heading to the club to party. A good date to you was staying indoors and watching a movie or going for a walk together at the park.

He waited patiently for you to answer, rubbing his thumb against your hand.

“Can we… visit the autumn fair?” you asked softly.

“Sure.” He pressed a kiss to your hand before putting the car in park and pulling away from the curb. Music was playing softly in the background, the heater turned on low to stave off the chill.

You shifted against the leather seat, turning your gaze to the window as the city passed by in a blur of silver and orange. It didn’t take long to reach the fair and the place was packed, mostly with families and their kids. You felt guilty forcing him to come here and it honestly made you feel a bit childish.

As you climbed out of the car, you offered him a sheepish smile. “If you don’t want to be here, we can go somewhere else…?”

Ice just smiled, putting his arm around your shoulders and tugging you against his side. “Nah. I haven’t been to a fair in years, it’ll be a nice change.”

“Are you sure?”

His dark eyes met yours, fingers pushing your chin up so he could claim your lips. “Positive, baby.”

You nodded, a smile slipping onto your face. He let you take the lead, following you around as you bounced from one ride to the next, tackling each game booth that they had. You weren’t very good at them, not once winning a prize, but Ice dominated each one, allowing you to choose the item you wanted.

The loud sounds of the rides along with the sea of people was enough to cover the soft thunder above, the night sky slowly filling with dark clouds. Though it felt as if you had been there for only a few minutes, several hours passed by and the fair was getting ready to close. Most of the families had already cleared out, leaving only couples and groups of teens.

The wind was picking up, the temperature dropping as rain approached. Despite loving the cold, you were starting to shiver. You regretted not wearing your hoodie, but you worried Ice wouldn’t like the way it looked on you because it was baggy and quite old.

He shrugged out of his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils and you smiled, sticking your arms through the sleeves. It was still warm from his body.

“Thank you.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I can’t let my baby get sick. Let’s get you home before the rain starts.”

“Okay.” You followed him back to the car, sliding into the passenger seat. “Thank you for today. I had a lot of fun.”

He quirked a brow at you before returning his eyes to the road. “When are you going to stop thanking me for taking you on dates?”

“At least once more, Mr. Ice,” you grinned, quoting the Pirates of the Caribbean. It was the movie you both watched on your first date, so it held a special place in your heart. It was also just a really good movie.

Ice chuckled, a smile coming to his lips as he thought back to that day. It had started out as a disaster of a blind date, set up by your friend who Pearl was desperately trying to get with. Bernie was supposed to be your date but he got food poisoning at the last minute. Everyone else was busy except for Jesse and Ice, the former flat-out refusing.

Ice didn’t want to go, either, but Pearl was his family and he needed help so the leader agreed.

He honestly didn’t think much of you, at first. Despite being at a club, you were wearing baggy shorts, a hoodie, and sneakers. You had no interest in dancing or drinking and you acted as if you wanted to be anywhere else. He thought you were cute, but you were nothing compared to the hotties he usually pulled.

He expected the night to pass by in awkward silence, but you tried to get to know him, striking up a conversation repeatedly even when it died out. Usually his dates were all over him by now, complimenting his watch, the diamonds in his ears or the chain around his neck. You didn’t care about any of that. Even when he told you that he owned a club and a bunch of expensive cars, you weren’t interested.

When he mentioned his music, though, you became very interested. You had always admired musicians, not just for their talent but for their confidence. They bore their souls for the world to see and they did so proudly despite the fear of rejection. Ice was surprised by just how animated you became when discussing the topic and, as the night wore on, he began to warm up to you.

He offered to take you home when it became glaringly obvious that you no longer wanted to be inside the club. Rather than fawn over his expensive car, you were hesitant to even look at it for fear of somehow messing it up. He thought it was cute how he had to coax you inside, assuring you that it was highly unlikely that you would.

He found himself driving slower than he needed to because he was enjoying spending time with you. You were so different from the people he usually hung around with and it was refreshing to him. He remembers how relieved he had felt when you spotted the sign for the drive-in movie theater. It was playing the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie and you asked him if he would be interested.

You were surprised when he said yes but you certainly weren’t complaining. He was not your type at all, yet you felt drawn to him, drawn to the strong aura he possessed. You weren’t sure why but you felt safe around him, comfortable even. That’s not to say you also didn’t feel nervous, as well, given the extreme differences between you, but he just had this way of making you completely forget about your worries for a time.

“What are you grinning about?” He wondered, quirking a brow at you as he pulled up in front of your house.

“I was just thinking about the day we met,” you replied, sending him a soft smile. “Things didn’t start out too well, but I’m happy with how it ended.”

He smirked, reaching over to grip your chin in his hand. “Just how happy are you, hm?”

“Very,” you breathed out, finding yourself leaning toward him.

“Show me,” he ordered, lips brushing against your own. A sudden clap of thunder rattled the car windows and made you jump, heart racing within your chest. He clicked his tongue. “The rain’s about to start, you should get inside.”

“Right…” You stepped out of the vehicle, heading toward the door with him close behind. You reached into your pocket for your keys only to frown when they weren’t there. You checked your other pocket but they weren’t there either. Dread filled you. “Shit…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I lost my keys…” you sent him a panicked look and he rested his large hand on top of your head, giving you a calming look.

“You probably dropped them in the car.”

The two of you started back toward the car when the thunder boomed again. The sky opened up, sheets of rain falling down on top of you. You cried out in surprise when the ice-cold water hit you, easily soaking through the t-shirt you wore.

“Get in!” Ice ordered, rushing to the passenger side to open the door for you despite his designer clothes getting soaked. When he finally made it inside, you frowned at the water dripping down his face.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized, lowering your head.

“For what?” He quirked a brow at you in confusion.

“You got wet because I lost my keys… and now your seats are gonna be ruined…”

He chuckled, his voice soft. “You have nothing to apologize for. Do you see them?”

“Oh, um…” you started to feel between the seats, looking on the floor and reaching beneath the seat but your keys were nowhere in sight. “They’re not here. Oh my god, what am I going to do? My roommate won’t be back until tomorrow night!”

“Hey, calm down,” he called softly, resting his hand against the back of your neck. “You can stay with me tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He started up the car, pulling away from the curb.

The closer you got to his apartment, the more nervous you became. You hadn’t ever been to his place before and now you were gonna be staying the night. You took a few deep breaths, hands clenching and unclenching as you tried to calm yourself down.

The apartment building was just as you expected – a twenty-five-story building that sat in the eastern district of the city. It’s where all the rich people lived and the air just felt different there, though it was hard to explain why.

“Welcome back, Ice-sama.” The old man at the reception desk bowed to him but the male didn’t spare him a glance as he approached the elevator.

You hugged yourself tightly, feeling super uncomfortable between the wet clothes clinging to you, your missing keys and the fear of spending the night at Ice’s place. You were honestly scared that he would expect something from you in return and you just weren’t ready for that.

His apartment was huge, filled with expensive-looking furniture and decorations, most of which were music-themed. “The bathroom is down the hall. Go take a shower and I’ll find you something to wear.”

You swallowed nervously, watching as he disappeared down the opposite hall. You knew you had to get out of these clothes and a warm shower sounded lovely right about now, but were you really okay being naked in his apartment? And he was going to bring you some clothes… what if he decided to join you?

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you entered the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Your hands trembled as you undressed, but you couldn’t be sure if it was because of the cold or the nerves. Probably both.

You slowly slid the clothes off your body, turning on the water so it could warm up.

There was a knock on the door and you tensed, waiting for him to try the doorknob but he didn’t. “Baby, I’m gonna leave the clothes on the table, okay?”

“Y-Yeah! Thank you.” You pressed your ear to the door, listening to his footsteps fade before you cracked open the door, snatching up the clothes before shutting the door again. You showered quickly and started to get dressed.

His scent lingered on the clothes, mixed with the smell of the laundry detergent, and you inhaled deeply, feeling a wave of calm wash over you. You picked up your wet clothes, not wanting to just leave them on the floor.

Ice was sitting on the sofa, changed into grey sweatpants and a black shirt that hugged his body. A towel sat around his neck as he dried his short hair. You assumed there were two bathrooms and he had used the other one.

“Um,” you shifted nervously in the doorway when he looked up at you. “Where should I put these?”

“Here, I’ll take them.” He pulled himself off the sofa, taking the wad of clothes from your hands before disappearing down the hall. He returned a moment later, confused as to why you hadn’t moved. His hand found the small of your back, gently pushing you toward the sofa.

You felt as if you should say something but your mind was drawing blanks, too preoccupied with the rising nerves within your system. He settled down beside you, putting his arm around you to pull you closer.

“I have a surprise for you, baby,” he commented softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You watched curiously as he picked up the remote, turning on the TV. you recognized the music immediately, eyes snapping over to see the menu screen for the Pirates of the Caribbean. A bright smile came to your lips and he could feel the tension leaving your body.

“After our first date, I ordered the limited edition set.”

“Limited edition?” Your wide eyes fell on him, knowing exactly what he meant. “But that thing is like 300 bucks!”

He hummed, fingers brushing against the back of your neck. “It was worth it. I’ll show you the set later, if you want.”

“Please! I was eyeing it for ages but they stopped selling it by the time I saved up enough.” You shook your head, folding your arms over your chest.

Ice hummed again as he pressed play, already knowing what he wanted to do. A soft smile came to his lips as he watched your eyes light up, focused completely on the TV screen. He felt so much love for you in his heart and it felt so foreign to him. He had hated it at first because it scared him, but now he craved more.

He pulled you even closer until you were practically on his lap, arms wrapping around your waist. You leaned into his warmth, head resting on his firm chest.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing against your cheek, feeling your skin grow warm.

“I love you, too,” you breathed out, hands resting over his arms.

You made it through three movies before you started yawning and Ice suggested it was time for bed. He didn’t think twice about sharing the bed with you because you were dating, you had been for a while, but you were nervous as hell.

Truth be told, you were a virgin who had never gone beyond kissing anyone before. You figured Ice was the opposite, having quite a few notches in his belt. That didn’t bother you, it was long before you started dating, but you assumed he had an expectation. How long was too long to date without getting intimate? You knew you weren’t ready but you were afraid he might leave you if you refused him.

Your heart raced within your chest as he led you into his bedroom. The bed was huge, fit for a king, with a plush black and white comforter. As he pulled back the covers, he took notice of how tense you were and a frown tugged at his lips. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah!” you replied quickly, forcing a smile.

He knew you were lying. He said your name, hand on his hip. “Tell me.”

You shifted nervously under his piercing gaze, mumbling under your breath.

“What?” He stepped closer to you. “I couldn’t hear what you said.”

You screwed your eyes shut, fists clenching at your sides. “I-I’m a virgin!”

Ice was both taken aback and confused. He knew you were vastly different from the people he usually dated, but a virgin? He definitely hadn’t expected that. Why were you suddenly bringing it up, though? At first, he thought that you trusted him enough to confide such information to him.

His eyes scanned your tense body, taking in the way your fists trembled slightly, how your eyes remained closed, and the deep frown that marred your face. He knew he was wrong. You weren’t confiding in him, you were worried about it.

“Baby,” he called out softly, closing the distance and resting his hands on your upper arms. “I’m not going to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You slowly peeled open your eyes, expecting to see him looking annoyed to some degree, but his eyes were filled with warmth. “You’re… you’re really okay with it?”

“Of course, I am. What kind of person do you think I am?” He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but he was hurt that your mind had even gone there.

“I’m sorry, I…”

Ice exhaled sharply to calm himself before pulling you into his arms. Despite the tense situation, he felt you relax in his grip. “I love you and I’m just happy spending time with you. I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but you have to tell me what those things are, understand?”

You nodded, fingers curling around his shirt. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Let’s get some sleep, okay?” He paused as he considered his words. “Unless you’d like to sleep in the guest room instead?”

“No,” you mumbled against his chest, cheeks darkening. “I wanna stay with you.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Whatever you want, baby.”

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Sun streamed through the cracks in the curtains and you shifted, eyes fluttering open. You instantly felt the lack of Ice’s presence behind you, his side of the bed cols to the touch. With a yawn, you crawled out of bed to search for him but the apartment was empty. Upon checking your phone, you found a new message from him.

-> Had to go deal with a problem at the club. Stay as long as you want, baby.

You quickly messaged back, telling him that you hoped everything was okay. It felt strange being alone in his apartment and, truth be told, you felt kind of happy that he trusted you around all of his items. He had more faith in you than you had in yourself because you feared you would break whatever you touched.

You glanced at the clock and cursed. It was almost time for your shift at the food bank so you needed to hurry up and get ready. You searched for your clothes, finding them in the laundry room. He had tossed them in the washer but hadn’t turned it on and you didn’t have enough time to do it yourself.

You bit your lip, tugging your phone from your pocket. He still hadn’t responded to you so you hesitated to send another. You knew you had no choice but to wear his clothes if you wanted to get to the food bank on time. If you asked to borrow his clothes but he didn’t reply immediately, only to say no later, it would be awkward as hell when he found out you had done it anyway.

“Damn it,” you cursed, returning to his room.

His closet opened up into the next room, overflowing with fashionable clothes from brands you couldn’t even pronounce. Your eyes scanned the items as you slowly walked through the room, looking for something that was close to your style but also something that didn’t look as if it cost a couple of grand.

You found a basketball jersey that was big on you but super comfortable, along with a pair of jeans that had a hole on the left knee. You assumed they were old and not worth much because of it. They were also big on you and you had to roll up the pant legs so they weren’t dragging against the ground. Securing them with a belt, you nodded in satisfaction before grabbing your shoes and leaving the apartment.

Ice had left a spare key for you on the table so you were able to lock the door behind you.

Taking a deep breath of the cold autumn air, you smiled and started to run down the sidewalk, leaves crunching beneath your feet. Because of how far the food bank was from the upper district, you were three minutes late for your shift.

The other volunteers jumped in surprise when you slammed the door open, breathing heavily as your lungs tried to suck in air. Your side was in stitches, heart beating hard against your ribs and your legs felt like jelly.

“You’re late,” scolded Mako, eyes narrowed and arms folded over his chest.

“S-Sorry!” you quickly bowed to him before rushing over to your station.

“Our doors open in five minutes!” he announced, raising his voice so everyone could hear him. “Remember to be kind. These people are struggling and are hungry. Kind smiles, soft words. Be polite!”

The food bank was a large rectangular building divided down the center. On the right side was the kitchen where the homeless could come and get some freshly made soup to fill their bellies. On the left was the food bank where you worked, handing out groceries to families who couldn’t afford the overly priced items at the store.

Kai, your friend and coworker, leaned toward you with a frown. “How are we supposed to act cheery when we’re nearly out of food?”

“Eh?” You looked at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“The supply truck was robbed and all the food was taken. We have enough for maybe two days, depending on how many people show up.”

A frown tugged at your lips, a sad feeling settling in your gut. You were forced to push those negative feelings away as the doors were opened and people began to flood the building. You forced a smile as you greeted the woman at the front of the line, trying not to worry too much.

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“Oi, are you still alive?” Sarah snapped her fingers in front of your face, knocking you from your thoughts.

“Sorry,” you sent her an apologetic look. “What were you saying?”

The two of you were relaxing at the back of the club, far removed from the crowd of people dancing and drinking. The walls were thick enough to block most of the sound, though you could still hear the faint bumping of the bass.

She hummed, sitting back on the couch and crossing her legs. “You’ve been distracted all day. Did you fight with Ice or something?”

“No, of course not!” you replied quickly, holding your hands up as if in surrender. “It’s just…”

“Just what?”

Honestly, you doubted she would care but you needed to get it off your chest because you couldn’t stop worrying about it. “I work at the food bank downtown.”

She sent you a surprised look which you didn’t notice because you were staring at your lap. She knew you had a job and did odd jobs sometimes for extra cash, something she found strange. She had grown to know Ice well and she had been surprised to learn that he wasn’t taking care of you.

She had no idea that, when you weren’t working, you were volunteering. She briefly wondered if Ice knew.

“The supply truck was attacked and we barely have enough food left for tomorrow. What are we going to do?” You frowned, running your hand through your hair in frustration. “All of us pooled together what little bit of money we had but it didn’t buy much. Donations have gone down a lot this year and I don’t know if we can recover from this.”

Sarah watched as you stood up with a groan, pacing back and forth. This was clearly something important to you but she didn’t even have to ask if you had told Ice. She knew you hadn’t because you feel bad using his money. Even if it was for a good cause, you felt guilty asking him to spend his money for you.

Sarah had no qualms about this, though.

She pulled herself off the couch, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

You gave her a grateful smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Thank you and thank you for listening to me ramble.”

“That’s what friends are for.”

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Mako looked worried as he approached you, eyes glancing to the storage room behind you. He tugged you away from the line of people, lowering his voice. “How is it?”

You shook your head with a frown. “Not good. We have two loaves of bread, one gallon of milk, three boxes of cereal and a jar of peanut butter. There’s no way we can stretch that out for all of these people.”

Mako scowled in frustration, running a hand through his brown hair. “Shit. Did you call up everyone on that list I gave you?”

“Yes. All of them said they weren’t in a position to help us right now…”

“Of course not,” he huffed, folding his arms over his chest. “We’ve exhausted all of our options. We have no choice but to close our doors for now.”

“But, Mako-san -” You bit your lip, eyes scanning the room full of people that were waiting for their food. “We can’t just -“

“I know!” He snapped angrily, startling the people nearby. He sent them an apologetic look before leaning toward you. “I know that, but we don’t have any choice.” Mako took a few deep breaths before stepping over to the center of the room, clearing his throat. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?”

The soft voices of the crowd slowly disappeared until the room was silent, everyone staring at him. Your heart ached, the other employees exchanging sad looks because they already knew what he was going to say.

“A couple of days ago, the supply truck bringing us food for the next month was attacked and the food taken. Because of this…” He paused, biting his lip as the crowd shifted nervously, exchanging worried looks.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you tugged it out, seeing your boyfriend’s name on the screen. You tried your best not to sound sad or worried, turning your back to Mako as if that would block the sound. “I can’t talk right now, I’m -“

Ice cut you off. “Come outside, baby.“

“Huh?”

“Trust me.”

With a furrowed brow, you made your way through the crowd, stepping outside. You shivered as the cold wind wrapped around you, but that was the last thing on your mind. You instantly recognized the shiny supercars that sat in front of the food bank and your heart skipped a beat. What were the Mighty Warriors doing here?

The door to Ice’s car opened and he stepped out, eyes locking with yours.

“What are you doing here?” you questioned, watching as the others exited their vehicles and started to direct large box trucks into the parking lot. “What’s going on?”

His hands found your waist, a frown on his lips. “You should have told me.”

“Sarah told you, didn’t she?”

“Yes and I’m glad she did.”

The breath was knocked from your lungs when Bernie opened the back of the truck, revealing boxes upon boxes filled with food items. It was way more than what the food bank usually received in a month’s time.

“Ice,” you breathed out, tears stinging at your eyes. “That had to cost so much, I… I swear I’ll pay you back!”

He scoffed in disbelief. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“Huh?” You looked at him in confusion, cheeks darkening when he took you by the chin, leaning his face toward your own.

“You’re mine, baby. Everything I own belongs to you, too. My money is your money and that?” His gaze flickered to the truck before finding yours again with an intensity you had only seen when he was fighting. “That is a small price to pay for your happiness.”

“Ice, I -“

He cut you off with his lips, hand pressing against the small of your back to bring your body against his. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck.

Mako slowly stepped outside, his eyes wide as he watched the men carrying the boxes inside. “It’s a Christmas miracle!”

The comment made you laugh, breaking the kiss. You sent your boyfriend an apologetic look before addressing Mako. “It’s October, Mako-san.”

“I know that,” he huffed, looking a bit embarrassed and intimidated by the large man you were standing next to. “But a Halloween miracle hardly has the same ring to it.”

“That’s fair,” you laughed, turning your attention back to your boyfriend.

He adored the way your eyes sparkled with happiness and love. He knew then that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life making you happy.

His forehead rested against your own. “Move in with me.”

You looked at him in surprise. “Eh?”

“I want to live with you,” he explained softly, pulling you into a slow, sensual kiss. “For the rest of my life.”

Your cheeks burned at the implication of the words and you were unable to hold back your smile as you nodded, claiming his lips again.

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deathc-re · 2 years

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october "♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ

summary ;; a date in october with your new boyfriend tomura shigaraki

warnings - swearing & slight implications of sex at the beginning ;; 2.9k words !!

wrote this last year in october but i just got to see my man in the latest episode and thought why not share it here ! my writing style is so different from this now tho lmao

you woke up to the sound of a headboard hitting your wall. your neighbor had just gotten a new girlfriend and they obviously couldn't keep their hands off each other. you and your other neighbors had complained about the noise every so often because they did it at the most unconventional times but it never stopped, even though they promised to keep it down.

sucking your teeth you grabbed your phone off your nightstand. 10:14 am, October 23rd.

you loved fall, it was the season of crunchy leaves and slutty Halloween costumes. but also the season of scary movies and pumpkin-flavored everything. the cool air brought you a sort of inner peace that no other season could achieve.

you skimmed through your notifications and smiled at the one from your new boyfriend. though the relationship had just started you couldn't help but feel an intense pull to him. it also didn't help that he was just type. well, not entirely but he fit into a couple of stereotypes that you enjoyed.

sliding your hands down your face you got out of bed and head toward the bathroom. your apartment wasn't that big but it was big enough for you and the very occasional guest.

2 bed, 2 bath, living room with a lovely view of...the building across and a decent sized kitchen. it was close to all the places you needed and not too far from family. your friends lived walking distances away so that wasn't really a problem. well, it was a problem when the weather was being nasty but otherwise not a problem.

You did your morning routine and started your breakfast. you had opened the living room window the night before so there was a nice breeze coming in. staring as the coffee pot did its job you munched on some toast and thought about mindless things.

the thumping from next door had stopped by the time you finished breakfast and you were grateful because you were just about to get ready for your day.

tomura said he had planned a lovely day for the two of you and you were quite excited. it wasn't rare that he planned things for the both of you but you still enjoyed the suspense of what he had planned. it was always something different and you loved the playful glint in his eyes when he denied you the information of your destination.

turning on your speaker you shuffled through your playlist looking for something to get dressed to. you were in the mood for some Steve Lacy. typing the song name into the search bar you picked the song and set your phone down, swaying to the beat as you picked out an outfit.

you got dressed, fixed your hair, and made sure you had everything before walking out and locking the door. tomura had asked you to meet at the park by your house, which was about a 5-minute walk but you didn't mind.

the cool air in your lungs and the sound of your shoes hitting the concrete made you smile. a singular earpiece in you continued to listen to the r&b playlist [preferred music app] created for you.

getting to the gates that welcomed you into the park you searched for your man, only to see him sitting at a park bench; hands in his pockets staring up into the trees. no doubt admiring the browning leaves. he looked so peaceful, so beautiful. you would fight yourself if you didn't capture the moment. moving as discreetly as you could you took a picture of him and quickly made it your lock screen, it was something you were sure to cherish for as long as possible.

you noticed how long you must have been standing there staring at him when an older woman came and asked you if everything was all right. you sheepishly assured her that you weren't planning anything sinister and head over to sit next to him. plopping down and placing your hand on his thigh he glances at you before smiling and returning to looking at the leaves.

"good morning," he whispered, he still sounded tired and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"good morning! shall we get going or is this the plan for today?" you said, pushing him with your shoulder.

"no, no. we have plans I was just enjoying the scenery."

"I can tell."

taking a deep breath he got up and turned to you, offering a hand. you smiled and took it, letting him pull you up. intertwining your finger you and tomura set off for what you assumed to be your first destination.

the two of you walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, ignoring the rude faces and mumbles of passersby for 'taking up so much space'.

you had been to this side of town only rarely so you couldn't do your usual guessing as you made your way. you could tell you were getting closer though by how tomura excitedly swung your hands. he was an intimidating-looking man but he was adorable regardless.

he stopped you in front of a store with a half-burnt out neon sign at the front. you could see from the outside multicolored lights flashing and a fading colorful carpet. the sound of laughter and competitive teasing made you smile as you stepped in.

the arcade.

as much as shigaraki played the newest things he always talked about his love for older games. it reminded him of the good in his childhood. it brought him peace, kind of like fall for you but of course with deeper meaning.

"you know, im surprised you never brought me here before," you admitted while walking to the change machine.

" I've always wanted to take you, it just...never happened I guess." he chuckled airily.

tomura handed you your cup of coins and pulled you in the direction of your first game. the further back you went the older the games got. it was almost like a time capsule, seeing all these games. it reminded you of when you went to the arcade as a kid, racing around the store and yelling about who won with your friends. it brought back so many memories you almost didn't know what to do with yourself.

"...but yeah I think this would have to be my all-time favorite game!" shigaraki beamed showing off the slightly dusty game. yeah, you were totally lost but played it off like a pro.

"great choice! I didn't play it much as a kid but I think I'll be able to give you a run for your money." you pulled up your sleeves and chuckled at the excited smirk on your boyfriend's face.

you both played for a while, laughing and shoving each other like children without a care in the world. when you finally accepted your obvious defeat you quickly searched for another game that you knew you could beat him at.

when your eyes landed on the large structure with flashing lights and tacky music streaming out of it your face morphed into a wicked grin the could put the grinch to shame. pulling a confused and slightly worried man behind you, you marched over to the 'Dance Dance Revolution' machine.

nodding for the kids on it to scarm you hopped on and picked the hardest song you knew you could still win at. you could tell by the small smile on tomura's face that he already admitted defeat and you couldn't help but snicker.

just by looking at him, you could tell that he had little to no coordination and couldn't dance to save his life so you already had this in the bag. moving from arrow to arrow you won with a giggle and kissed him on the cheek to ease the pain of utter loss.

(I'm so dramatic lmfao)

you both went around playing games, smiling and laughing not paying attention to anything but each other and how much you enjoyed the company. you noticed tomura check his phone and audibly gasp.

"shit! we're gonna be late, c'mon!" he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the arcade.

"but we didn't get to cash in our tickets!" you whined, still trailing behind him nonetheless.

you followed him down the road, hands in your pockets as you talked casually. you tried asking where you were off to in such a rush but of course, he evaded the question skillfully and led you somewhere mysterious as always. you finally had enough of the secrecy though when you got on the subway. you loved the fact that he was always surprising you but if where ever he was taking you was so far that you needed to take the subway you needed at least a vague idea of where the fuck he was taking you.

the possibility of him being a murderer and this just being his method was not high but still not zero.

"fine, fine," tomura sighed, grabbing hold of the railing "we're going to one of those haunted houses but the actually scary ones. like the ones you have to be 15 and older to enter." you raised a brow.

"whattttttt!" his whining made you giggle "I thought it would be fun! bonding and whatnot."

"going to a haunted house so scary that they have to put an age limit? totally sounds like a blast!" shigaraki rolled his eyes at your sarcastic remark and you just leaned into him, making him shake his head in amusement.

once you finally got to the building it was taking place in a woman in about 8 inches heals greeted you at the door.

"yo, welcome to the Mad Mansion. you sign your waivers over by the bloody fountain and get your flashlights over by the headless guy with a crowbar. good luck and make sure you use the bathroom before entering. thank you."

wait-

"now WHY in the ever-living fuck do we need to sign a whole ass waiver!?" now you were actually getting nervous, why did you need a waiver? it was just supposed to be jump scares...right?

tomura simply smiled at you, obviously trying to ease your nerves, and pulled you to the blood fountain. you read the waiver very carefully but still signed it. getting the required supplies the both of you made your way to the entrance.

you grabbed tomura's hand and interlocked your fingers, shaving your hands into your hoodie pocket. he squeeze your hand for reassurance and you walked in. it was dark and had a stuffy smell. the sound of water dripping and other people screaming was all you could hear until someone jumped out of a hole in the wall beside you.

yelling and grabbing hold of your shoulder, they shook their head violently. screaming and stumbling back into shigaraki you cocked your arm back and swung boom! the sound of fist cracking bone made the area silent. quickly realizing what you had done you rushed to make sure the person was ok though their hisses of pain made it clear they weren't. they tried laughing it off but when actual blood came gushing out of their nose they were quickly ushered out by one of their colleges.

you turned to shigaraki and in the dim lighting you could make out his bewildered face.

"I told you this wasn't a good idea." you felt bad, it was of course a natural reaction but that probably ruined your plans! what if they kicked you out? or worse?

"babe," you looked into his eyes while he pulled you guys off to the side. "everything is all right, ok? I'm bet they understand. this is a haunted house I'm sure this isn't the first time they got punched on the job." you tried to hold back a smile.

"there you are! now c'mon, let's get going. if you want I can walk in front, keep you from assaulting any more innocent people." he chuckled, stumbling back after you shoved him.

"innocent my ass! goin' around scaring people...the fuck is wrong with them!"

the rest of the time was spent with you screaming, bumping into tomura's back, running, dodging running men with chainsaws, and of course, swearing like there was no tomorrow.

once you finally got out the other end you sighed loudly in relief.

"i ain't never doing that shit again, you hear me?"

you enjoyed yourself but you were never gonna let him know that. while inside he promised to get you apology food and you weren't gonna miss out on a free meal.

walking out you waved at the woman in the heels and head back into the subway.

"what are you in the mood to eat?" tomura asked.

"hm... maybe some tacos?"

"oh oh oh! I know this great spot that sells the best birria tacos!"

"for real? bro I haven't had birria in so long!" just the thought made your mouth water.

•∆•

after eating and thoroughly thanking everyone that worked in the shop you and shigaraki left, large smiles on your faces. you made your way back to your apartment, deciding on taking the long route and going through the park.

the scene was gorgeous. falling brown and orange leaves, people walking their dogs, and jogging along the concert paths. teenagers laying in the patches of grass reading novels, having a picnic, and talking endlessly with friends. you and tomura walked hand in hand down the path, enjoying the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of you. the feeling of content and ease flowed through your body and all you could do was let out a sigh.

when you finally arrived at your apartment the familiar smell of home made you smile. tomura walked in a quickly got settled. he took off his shoes, placed his jacket on the rack, and plopped on the couch.

"movie marathon?" he asked.

"um duh? lemme just get relaxed first cause I'm definitely gonna fall asleep." the both of you chuckled as you head into your room. removing your layers of clothes and putting them away you undressed and walked into the bathroom. adjusting the water temperature you stepped in a sighed at the hot/cold water hitting your back. today was wonderful, shigaraki really was an amazing boyfriend.

you hummed a sweet tone as you did your nightly routine. checking your phone as you head into your room you were shocked at the time. 5:57 pm. still pretty early.

damn I was in the shower for a minute tho!

when you looked up from your phone you were shown a view of tomura in nothing but a towel around his waist. water dripped from his hair and down his skinny but muscular arms. it was definitely a sight for sore eyes. he was rummaging through your closet, most probably looking for a change of clothes he'd left here.

"stop staring pervert. you were taking forever so I decided to shower too." his unbothered tone made the embarrassment even worse. you giggled nervously and said a quick apology before slipping into something comfortable.

a hoodie that surely wasn't yours and some random shorts were what you wore while making something to drink for the both of you. black coffee for tomura with an unhealthy amount of sugar and some plain ole tea for you. on nights like these it always made you feel as though you were in a book, living out your childhood fantasies.

cupping your tea in your hands you walked over to your window and stared out. looking past the building across and all those that followed and into the horizon, watching the sunset and the sky change into a beautiful mix of colors.

shigaraki came up behind you, placing his chin on your shoulder and a hand on your waist. you stayed there like that for a moment, enjoying the view and the feelings of having someone to spend these beautiful intimate moments together. you loved him, though it was still early you really did. you wanted to say it, to shout it at the rooftops but you stayed silent and sipped your tea. giggling while he places gentle kisses along your neck, reassuring you of all his feelings regardless of what he said, or of what he didn't.

when the sun finally disappeared and the sky morphed into deep shades of blue you both settled on the couch. mugs placed atop coasters on the coffee table while you pressed your back into his chest, tucking the blanket securely under your arms.

tomura kept his arm around you, glad that you were comfortable, and pressed play on the movie you guys decided. with the curtains closed and all the lights off the only light came from the tv. he looked down at you, watching to colors dance along your face, and admired the beauty that you held.

god, how he loved october.

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bloodyshadow1 · 6 months

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Just a list of things from growing up in the 90s about media. Things that u don't really see anymore in cartoons or TV. Feel free to add more

Quicksand: growing up every adventure show I watched had some form of quicksand show up and be the deadliest thing ever. Doesn't really appear anymore, at least not in the capacity that it once did

Atlantis and ancient egypt: both of these where focused a lot on in 90s early 2000s media. Every cartoon seemed to have an episode on one if these, or whole series about them. Ex mummies alive, Stargate, gargoyles, Aladdin, prince of egypt, the mummy, real adventures of Johnny quest

Reading and recycling is cool: I completely understand why this fell out of favor, but 90s shows had at least one ep focusing on either or both of these lessons. Ill also admit that they got me because i try to recycle and live to read. Ex wishbone, gargoyles, captain planet, magic tree house

King Arthur stuff: not as much as ancient egypt, but I remember there was tons of king Arthur stuff growing up either about it or having some hints to it. Ex kid in king Arthur's court, gargoyles, Babylon 5, Kids of the Round Court, Magic tree house

Animal stories, animals as people: look I'm not dumb, I know there is still a lot of furry stuff and the anthropomorphic animal stories of the 90s woke a lot of young furries, but it's more of an adult scene today than the kids stuff in the 90's or so. Probably because the kids that grew up with the stuff grew up and bingo bongo. There's still stuff for kids, but it's lessened quite a bit compared to the 90s where there were a lot of shows featuring animal protagonists, either as animals or anthropomorphized: ex Rats of Nimh, Redwall, Bucky o'hare, Disney's Robin Hood, the lion king, Looney Tunes (more Tiny Tunes given the time, but also Space Jam), Alvin and the chipmunks

Disney series based on their animated movies: Obviously I know why this isn't done as much, it's harder to make money off of it compared to the 90's. But they still do this, with Rapunzel and Big Hero 6, it's just not done as much. Compare to the 90's early 2000's where there was Aladdin, Hercules, Timon and Pumba, the little Mermaid. And there were even cross overs between them sometimes.

Martial Arts movies/tv shows: This I know I'm a bit dated on, but there were a lot of martial arts movies growing up, I know most were probably earlier than the 90's but martial arts was just big when I was a kid. I did martial arts for years, a lot of kids did karate even if they stopped after a few sessions, studios popped up everywhere and then closed a few years later. And this was before UFC became big

Mecha, Magical Girl, Super Sentai animes and other media: Again, this isn't a dead genre, especially the later two, but the latter two also tend to be deconstructions or even spoofs of the magical girl and Super Sentai Genre. But in the 90's there were tons of Mecha animes, over half a dozen attempts for America to capitalize on super Sentai/Power Rangers fame. It was easy to capitalize on these genre's of shows because you tended to need several main characters to fill out your roster, which meant the studios could sell toys of them easily, advertising to buy the whole set.

Bullet proof vests: I don't really know why these were a thing so often in 90's media, but they were. of course they didn't work like real bullet proof vests which will still hurt when struck. When I was a kid it seemed like every time there was a bullet proof vest in a show it was basically a magic force field.

Holiday specials: I know that shows and cartoons still have holiday episodes, but it seemed to be such a bigger thing when I was growing up. Nick would have months where they would air Halloween episodes all October and each of their shows from Catdog, Rugrats, to Rocket Power would air one of their episodes, often one of many. Christmas you couldn't escape December when every cartoon would have a Christmas special.

Variety shows: I don't know how to properly describe these types of shows, but there were a lot of Cartoons that didn't have a consistent through line, and they were a bunch of 5 or so minute clips of several different shows or different characters in situations. Sometimes it would fit a theme, other times it would be random, or perhaps random to my kid brain. Ex Tiny Tunes, Histeria, Kablam, Animaniacs

For the record, I am not an idiot, I know why many of these things fell out of fashion. A lot of time it isn't a mystery, just the studios trying to cash in on something popular so they flooded the market with what they saw as the bandwagon to make them money. Once that money dried up or they were wasting more trying to copy and emulate, so did the properties. I also want to be clear that I'm not missing these things, not all of them, I am only pointing these things out as a product of the time I grew up in

I am also aware that these are not strictly the 90's and 2000's things, but I saw them growing up and they molded me and I was born in 91. It was a different time because it was before the internet became big and the only way you could interact with media was either from watching on TV, usually live or catching reruns whenever they aired, or renting movies from the Video store. For me it wasn't even block buster most of the time, it was my local video store when that was a thing. All movies came out when I watched them because I was a kid and that's how my brain worked.

Feel free to add more stuff if only for Nostalgia. I probably will be as well

#90's #90's stuff #90's media #90's kids

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linofy · 2 years

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Note-Worthy

Mike’s laughing so hard, there's water coming out of his nose. He leans forward, desperately reaching for a napkin when the person across from him lifts one up to his nose.

"You're so silly!" They say with a soft smile. Mike looks up at them, but their features are all blurry, 'Who are you?' Looking around, he recognizes his current favorite restaurant, but it looks slightly different. All the flowers are either blue or yellow, not the basic red roses, and leaves on vines have engulfed the brick walls. It's not the same Italian restaurant, this is something from a fairytale.

The world tilts on its axis as his mystery date asks him what he thinks. 'Why did your voice change?' They suddenly had a much higher and more feminine voice.

The world stops spinning. He had been daydreaming. He blinked at his real date for the night. The lighting is much harsher; there is no glow. The flowers are basic roses, and there is no special feeling in the air. 'That might be a good story prompt.' God, you'd think he'd take the hint.

"Mike, what do you think?" She tilts her head at him.

"O-of? Sorry, I must've missed it." Feeling guilty he straightens up and tries his best to look like he's been listening and is interested. He's not fooling anyone.

Sighing she says, "I was thinking of dressing up as a cowgirl for Halloween. It's just around the corner, you know."

Halloween was the whole reason Mike agreed to this date, he was a big fan of group costumes. 'I think that sounds basic and boring. What, did you dress up as a cat last year?' He doesn't say that because he knows it's impulsive and mean, even if he wants to. Plus, he already feels bad enough for daydreaming about someone else. He's doing surprisingly well at keeping his mouth shut.

"I think that sounds nice." He straightens up even more as he sees a waiter approaching with their food. As he sets it down on their table, Mike looks up, about to say thank you, but instead-

"Do I know you?" He blurts out. Nevermind. Although, it works out in his favor here because he would've never said anything.

The waiter ponders it for a minute before quietly saying, "You sit in my section a lot if that helps?" He politely omits that Mike has been here on four dates in the last two weeks.

"Are you sure? Maybe, I know you from a class or just walking through the hallway or the library-" He takes a breath, cutting himself off, "Sorry. You just seem very familiar."

"You're silly." The "mystery" waiter says lightly, then looks embarrassed that he let that slip. Mike was too stunned to say anything. 'Oh.' That is certainly something to think about. 'That might be note-worthy.' Might? For the next twenty minutes, he finds himself glancing at the waiter a lot and racking his brain for where he knows him from. He just moves food around his plate, too deep in thought to eat or give more than one-word answers to his date. My date! He's a multitasker by trade, actually.

His head snaps up to look at her just as she says, "You're obviously not interested in me." She grabs her clutch and stands up.

Usually, Mike would be getting defensive, why is it his fault? Why is he the bad guy? He uses common sense for once and knows she's right, he hasn't been paying her enough attention. Feeling guilty but also secretly thankful for the out she's giving him, he mumbles a lame excuse of an apology.

"It's fine, it's not that much of a loss."

Yes! Drag him! 'That's......fair.' She starts to leave before leaning close to lightheartedly taunt him, "Why don't you actually talk to him instead of just gawking, huh?" Then she leaves the restaurant.

'Am I really that obvious?' Yes, the answer is yes. His ears feel warm as he glances again at the pretty waiter. He catches his eye and starts walking over to him.

"How's everything?"

It went silent for a couple of heartbeats, as the gears in Mike's head started turning and the puzzle pieces started clicking into place. Just give him a moment, he'll get it eventually.

An epiphany crashed into Mike, "Will?!"

"Yes?" He replies skeptically, pointing lightly to his name tag. Mike is really the next Sherlock Homes, isn't he?

"No, no. You're Will! Will from elementary school, you know! Before you moved away."

You could see it click, a lot faster, for Will. "Mike?! Oh my gosh, you look so different, I didn't even recognize you! It's been forever."

"I know right, here come sit down for a moment. She's not coming back."

"I figured." My man can't catch a break.

He gasped. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, nothing." Will giggled while waving his arms, "It's just- You can be pretty absent-minded sometimes."

"I am not!" They continued to go back and forth, lighthearted jabs thrown across the table. A moment turned into many, and they didn't even notice for a long while, too absorbed in their conversation.

"It's been great seeing you, but, I've got to go. Gotta get back to work." Will pointed over his shoulder.

"Um! Maybe we could continue talking another time? Maybe, like over coffee or something?" Mike winced at how awkward his fumbling was. Forget Sherlock Homes, he's coming for Shakespeare next. Believe it or not, he's actually an English major.

"Yeah, that sounds great. Here, give me your phone," He clearly endeared by it. Mike handed his phone over and watches intently as Will typed in it. He's down bad.

"Cool, so-" Mike started but quickly lost confidence. Holy shit, this is hurts to watch.

"It's a date!" Will finished for him. "Bye, Mike!"

'This is way more than noteworthy, shit.' Oh, for fucks sake.

#byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #will x mike #st4 #byler is endgame #st5 #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #byler ao3 #byler ficlet

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Do we know if there was ever really any reason why they broke up the last half of 5 A?? It was weird when it happened but I never revisited it. It was such an odd choice to have the Halloween episode in between the hostage and hospital fire IMHO. Especially because it aired 2 weeks later. Just wondering if there was a significant reason why.

Hi Nonnie!

Yeah, everything around the Halloween ep that ended up being re-edited so it wouldn't be a full on Halloween ep was weird. Two things happened around it: this ep was originally meant to air as 506 (meaning on Oct 25, 911's ep right before Halloween). Eventually no new ep aired on that date, the ep that was supposed to air after it, "Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1" aired the following week (Nov 1, meaning on its original due date, but now being the new 506), and the Halloween ep, "Ghost stories," ended up airing on Nov 8 as 507, two weeks after it was supposed to air.

I heard two versions of why this ep was pushed back. One is that they had a special ep for The Masked Singer (it was the all-time countdown) for which they decided to use 911's Monday slot. The other is that due to covid, they didn't finish production for "Ghost stories" and needed some extra time. The latter explanation always felt off to me, because once they moved the ep, they also had to change the Halloween theme, cut off some scenes they had already shot (we know Eddie was supposed to be in this ep originally), which might mean they also needed to write in and shoot and edit new scenes to replace the ones that were cut off... All of this would have meant they would need even more time to complete this ep. Which might explain why they only took one week off and aired "Brawl" first, but... IDK, feels like this would have made it worse. Since they took a week off in any case, why not just air "GS" on Nov 1 and still leave it as a Halloween ep? It was still close enough to Halloween to pass.

So out of those two possibilities, I'd think the Masked Singer explanation made more sense. But only marginally, 'coz surely there could have been better time slots for that special that wouldn't hurt the production of their #1 scripted drama.

Another option, which I only offer as my own personal guess in hindsight, is that maybe around filming this ep they realized they'd have to fire Michael's actor, so maybe they needed to cut out some stuff with him that was originally meant to be in this ep. It's complete conjecture! I'm only entertaining this option now 'coz 508 was the ep in which Michael and David exited the show. That was surely a drastic change in plans for the show producers, and it seems to fit IMO with the drastic measures they took with their schedule AND filming. But I don't know anything for sure, we have no idea how things went down with the firing of Rockmond.

And yes, I also thought about this quite a bit, 'coz switching the two eps around (506 and 507), plus separating "Brawl" from "Defend in Palce" (508), made certain things not work quite as well.

I hope I managed to kinda help? Have a great day, lovely! xoxox

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What would you say makes Tara and Rocky compatible with each other? What does Rocky find attractive in Tara? What does Tara like in Rocky?

Oh god you're asking a severely ace person about why a relationship works this will not go well

So just to be fair, the pups in the show don't have much personality. Like out of the first 2 seasons (where they had the most character and was honestly up to the point I could sit through the show) these were all the notes I got:

Chase: He’s allergic to both cats and feathers, also flowers. He can be a bit panicky at times. Thinks spooky cursed things are cool. Cries at weddings but won’t admit it. Scared of the dentist but kinda got over it.

Marshall: Good with animals and is very awkward, often speaking when he should keep quiet. Birds REALLY like him. He sometimes struggles with self-confidence and can be really hard on himself when he makes a mistake. He appears to be frightened by snakes or at least big ones. Thinks ghosts and creepy stuff is cool. Scared of flying.

Skye: Likes dressing up for Halloween and spa days. She loves animals though, thinks they’re all super cute. Loves weddings, thinks they’re very exciting. Was sprayed by a skunk before. Scared of eagles.

Rubble: Loves kittens and skateboarding. Sleeps with blinders. Is kinda cowardly of “monsters”. Also thinks old “cursed” ruins are cool. Enjoys naps and adores food. Scared of spiders. Is a DDR MASTER

Zuma: Really likes snacks. Loves legends (specifically Merpups). Also super good at DDR

Rocky: Bit of a morning grump. Hates getting wet. Is a packrat. Is a little scared of wolves.

Everest: Little bit sassy, gets lonely though. She likes jokes and is hungry all the time, her favorite food being liver. She’s a bit of a showoff at times.

This is why fanon interpretations are inconsistent, the pups are usually just generic "nice" without any discernible traits. (This is why Sweetie was such a breath of fresh air. Go forth, sassy queen).

You might notice Zuma and Rocky have the least notes, which means they have the least to go off of. I generally try to stay as close to canon as I can, but I also somewhat feel unqualified to talk about compatibility with a character who's entire personality is hoarding trash and hating baths.

So, let me define my fanon interpretation of Rocky:

He still loves fixing and saving things, but it actually becomes a bit of a problem how much stuff he refuses to let go. Of course with his environmental job, he also likes gardening, a hobby he gets his kids into and even Rita likes helping with, though Kino usually runs the show. He just loves spending time with kids and educating people on how to take care of our planet. He's also a little goofy (maybe not intentionally, but it's hard not be a goober when your hobbies include hoarding literal garbage) and slightly awkward if he gets nervous. He does hate water, but he's able to overcome it when someone he cares about is in danger. He loves his friends and would go to the ends of the earth for them.

Actually that might be why he and Tara get on. He IS her friend and cares about her. It's important to note that they were best friends before dating. Byte kinda became the team dad and looked after her, but Rocky saw someone who needed a friend and didn't give up on her.

They'd work together, Tara would sarcastically tease him and he grew fond of it, even teasing her back on occasion. He'd love seeing Tara in her environment going nuts over a rock, allowing him to learn even more about nature. They probably had a few dates grabbing a bite at Mr. Porter's Tara didn't even realize were dates because she just enjoyed hanging out and eating with a friend.

I don't know if I can say at what point attraction hit Rocky or even what it was, but he knew he wanted to spend his life with her. Tara adored their bond and decided that was fine with her.

Maybe that's not the answer you were looking for, but it's about the best one I can give.

#ask #paw patrol #paw patrol oc #tara

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What do you dislike about the house you live in? I wish we had direct access to the backyard. Like, a door off just our apartment. Right now we have to walk through a common area to get to the yard. It’s not awful, but I’d love to have a little outdoor space right off of our place where I could sit outside with a coffee and not have to get fully dressed to do, lol. I’d also like it if we had a legit front window. We just have those glass blocks and then regular windows on the sides of the building.

Do you prefer iced tea or hot tea? Iced.

Is there a gas station near your house? When was the last time you went? Yes. I vaguely remember going recently but I cannot remember exactly when.

How do you feel right now? What do you think has contributed to that? I feel okay. I’m just chillin doing surveys before I go to meet a friend for lunch.

Do you watch a movie at least once a week? Nope, not even once a month. I’m more into TV shows.

What’s your favourite movie genre? Comedy.

Have you ever been clubbing? Did you have fun? Not really legit clubbing? I’ve been to bars with DJs before though. That was fun.

What were you doing in the year 2013? That was the year my mom passed and also the year my niece was born.

What’s the weather been like lately? It’s cooling off which is nice and depressing at the same time.

Do you check the weather forecast regularly? I do so in the fall and spring more than the summer and winter because summer = shorts always and winter = coats always. But if I have an outdoor plan I’ll check the weather to make sure it isn’t raining that day.

Do you live in a city of at least one million people? Oh yes.

What’s your favourite colour? Purple.

Do you own any clothes in your favourite colour? Yeah.

Would you say faucet or tap? Faucet.

Do you watch any sports? Baseball and basketball sometimes.

Have you ever eaten carob? I think so.

Are there any plants around your house, inside or outside? Yes. We have a couple air plants and some bamboo inside and then we have a whole veggie garden and flower garden in the backyard.

Which bugs do you truly hate the most? EARWIGS dhakjahklfhdlkhfdklshfklsadhfkldsa.

What’s your favourite kind of puzzle? The picture kind? Is there a name for them? I also like word puzzles.

If you were going on a daytime date tomorrow, where would you go? Maybe to play mini golf/the batting cages, but I think that’s closed for the season, so I don’t know.

Where are you right at this moment? I’m in the living room.

Describe the room or place you’re in. Nah.

Is your nose blocked right now? A little, I just sneezed actually lol.

Do you live on a main road? No.

Have you ever volunteered? Yes, a lot when I was a kid.

What colours are you wearing today? Right now I have on an olive green shirt and black shorts but I am actually planning on changing into a different olive green shirt and black shorts lol. That shirt has Garfield on it and I am also planning on pairing it with a red plaid over shirt.

How old were you when you graduated high school? I was 17, almost 18.

Describe your favourite pair of socks. Practicality wise, short black ankle socks, haha. I have a lot of “fun” socks and I don’t think I can pick a favorite of those.

What holidays do you celebrate? The big ones I celebrate are Halloween, Thanksgiving (for the food and family), Christmas, Hanukkah.

If you could dye your hair any colour for one month, what would you do? I’d do it for more than a month. My hair hasn’t been it’s natural color in ages.

Art or science? Art.

Do you own a pair of sunglasses? How often do you wear them? I do. I have a bunch that I can only wear with contacts, but I finally got prescription ones and it’s been a LIFE saver. I wear them every day on my drive home.

What’s your go-to order at McDonald’s? I switch it up the "main” meal but I always get fries and a root beer.

Do you know anyone who was born in the Caribbean? Yes.

What brand is your fridge? No idea.

Speaking of fridges, what drinks do you have in there right now? I think just water right now. Maybe a couple of beers.

Are there any special rules about selling alcohol & tobacco in your country You have to be 21 to buy alcohol, but I think the tobacco rules are different by state? I’m not sure because I don’t purchase tobacco and if I did I’d be old enough to regardless, so.

Do you live in the northern or southern hemisphere? Northern.

What’s your dream car? Something that doesn’t need maintenance ever, lol.

Do you have a best friend? How long have you known them? I have a handful of best friends. Sarah and Randal I’ve known for almost 20 years. Mark I have known for almost 12. Ellen I have known almost 10. And Liz I have known since grade school (like 25 years ish)

How often do you take selfies? Not very often. Usually just when I get my hair done.

Are you hungry at the moment? What are you craving? SUSHI, which I am going to get in about an hour.

What do you think your life will look like in 3 years from now? I’m not sure. Hopefully I’ll get this promotion and then Mark and I can start saving for a house, but I think that will take a little more than 3 years.

When was the last time you received a card? What was it for? Exactly a week ago for my birthday from my friend Liz.

Do you like yes or no questions, or questions that make you think? I like a mixture of both.

#surveys #at home

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none like you (i)

— football player! bucky barnes x sports physio! reader

summary || Bucky Barnes has it all — money, success, looks, fame, women. But when he falls in love with the only woman who doesn’t love him, he starts wondering if he really has it all.

warnings || idiots in love. friends with benefits. fake dating. unprotected sex. rough sex. dom/sub undertones. sex in the locker room. stripping. dirty talk. petname (pumpkin). jealous bucky. possessive bucky. smut. angst. fluff. (the holy trinity) — MINORS DNI

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this series is funny and light and I hope you like it!

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You looked around as the crowd cheered with bated breaths. You could see both the team supporters keenly follow the ball without blinking an eye. And you joined in too from your VIP seat.

There was just something in the air in these matches that made you cheer and shout. Though you didn’t really watch football otherwise, you always got excited to watch your favourite team play, or rather your favourite player play.

Today no matter which team won, they all knew who the man of the match was — Bucky Barnes.

Bucky was currently tackling the ball and with a swift kick of his leg, he kicked the ball into the net and the whole mass of crowd erupted into frenzy, including you. You clapped and high fived Steve, Bucky’s manager, who was sitting besides you as Bucky’s team won.

But the next instant, you choked on your spit as Bucky lifted up his already soaked jersey and wiped his sweat with it, giving everyone a very generous view of his well defined abs.

This wasn’t the first time you were seeing his abs, nope, not by a long shot. You had seen him much more naked than this, but everytime you saw him, you couldn’t help but admire him, respectfully that is.

Because not only it would be utterly unprofessional but also only a fool would fall for Bucky. Bucky was the epitome of playboy. That man probably only did three things — play football, annoy you and have sex.

Literally the entire world was in love with him, and just one less person wouldn’t matter, right?

Bucky was a good man, he really was. He did a lot of charity, was never involved in scandals and was always kind with everyone, except you. Being his physio, you had to accompany him everywhere and apparently he had taken an oath to irritate you.

From constantly teasing you to playing stupid little pranks on you, he was a menace. But he wasn’t evil, it was more like a little kid having fun and trying to enjoy his time.

You saw the teams leave the ground after a celebration and head towards the dressing room. Taking the cue, you left the stands along with Steve.

“Pumpkin!” take the name of the devil… You heard your stupid petname being called the moment you stepped foot into the lockers.

“Bucky, how many times have I told you not to call me that!” Though the fact that a man like Bucky had a nickname specially reserved for you, the story behind it was very embarrassing.

Two years back, when you had first started working for Bucky, you had ended up stepping on a pumpkin in an halloween party and since then, not one day had gone by without Bucky reminding you of that incident.

“Awww, don’t be like this. The name is cute, just like you.” Bucky said with an innocent little grin. Oh, and there was one more thing, Bucky was trying to constantly get into your pants.

“There we are again.” You shrugged shaking your head. Bucky walked into an empty room lined with lockers and you followed him in leaving the rest of the team to celebrate.

“Why do you act as if you’re not interested in me?” He closed the door and folded his arms. You shrugged and pouted, “Well I am interested in you. I mean who wouldn’t be interested in a circus.”

“Did you just call me a circus?” Bucky gasped loudly as if he was hurt. You nodded slyly and an idea came up in his head, “Okay then, I gotta put on a show.” Now that took you by surprise.

Bucky slowly lifted his jersey, giving a delicious view of his body, and pulled it off of him. His body was glistening with sweat and your eye caught the drops that dripped down the ridges of his abs and you wouldn’t really mind licking him clean.

Bucky smiled to himself as he saw you checking him out. Bucky wanted you so bad. There was just something about you that Bucky couldn’t point out.

Maybe the attraction he felt was because you were the only one able to resist his charm for so long. You would definitely get out of his system once he fucked you. Or that’s what he told himself.

You were the one untouchable thing in his life that he craved so badly.

“Bu… Bucky, what are you doing?” You hated that your voice was breaking. “Giving you the show of your lifetime.” He winked and that’s when the realisation dawned upon you.

“Apparently, both of us went to very different circuses.” You were almost out of breath by the time Bucky walked over to right in front of you.

Bucky used to flirt with you, a lot. But he had never been this forward. A shiver ran down your spine when his hand cupped your cheek. He took his plump lower lip between his teeth and your eyes refused to move away from it.

When Bucky pulled you into a kiss, it took you a moment to digest that Bucky Barnes was kissing you. After a minute of shock, you pressed your lips to his.

Noticing that you were returning his kiss, he placed his hands on your hips and held you close. He sucked in a breath as you placed your hands on his hot skin. “What has happened to you?” You asked breathlessly.

“You look so fucking sexy in that uniform. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you’ve got no idea pumpkin.” The nickname somehow always sounded perfect coming from Bucky’s mouth.

No matter how much you pretended to hate it, your heart always fluttered when he called you so. “But this is not professional.” You were so close that your breaths were falling on his face.

“Who the fuck cares about that?” His lips were back on you and this time you opened your mouth to let his tongue in. The kiss was hot and wet, and you loved every moment of it.

“Aren’t you tired?” You asked in between kissing him. This man had just played a match and was kissing you as if there was no tomorrow. Though you suspected it was the result of the adrenaline rush that came after winning.

“I think it’s time to show you my stamina.” His voice was thick with lust and your knees almost buckled with the intensity. “Bucky…” you whimpered out his name.

The urgency between the two of you only grew as your lips met each other’s. Bucky was a good kisser, you had to give it to him. Your lips somehow refused to separate from him.

But you blamed your horniness on the whole atmosphere surrounding the winning. Everyone was hot and horny in the stadium and it wasn’t a news to anyone.

“We should’ve done this a long time back.” Bucky’s hand found your pants and started unbuttoning them. You moaned out as his hands touched your bare skin.

Taking the opportunity, you licked on his collarbones with your tongue. He let out a grunt in your ear and you just knew you weren’t ever going to forget that sound.

With sudden rush, you pushed down your pants while Bucky discarded his. You gulped down your saliva the moment you saw his hard cock. It was thick and leaking, and it stood right up it’s reputation.

“So they weren’t lying huh.” The words left your mouth without a second thought. “Who weren’t lying?” Bucky sat down on one of the benches and pulled you on his lap.

You let out a surprised squeal at the display of his strength. The fact that he could easily manhandle you made butterflies fly in your stomach.

“Well I’ve heard a lot of things about your dick.” His cock was rubbing against your pussy as you grinded over him. “Oh! And are they true?” He asked with a lift of his eyebrow.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you prove it?” You didn’t know how you were managing to stay coherent. “Oh yeah? Don’t worry pumpkin, I’ll show ya.”

He lined his cock to your sopping hole and after rubbing his head over your swollen pussy, he entered you, inch by inch. The stretch felt amazing and you hadn’t felt more full in your entire life.

Your nails left imprint on his skin as you held him tightly. Holding your hips steady, he started thrusting up into you. His hard thrusts were making your eyes roll back.

“Bucky!” You buried your face in his neck where his scent filled your senses. But the very next instant, his hand was in your hair, pulling you up.

“No pumpkin. You don’t get to hide.” He increased the speed of his thrusts and little tremors spread down right up to your toes.

“Scream my name pumpkin. Let everyone hear who you belong to.” You gushed on his cock due to his dirty talking. “You’re so naughty pumpkin. You want them to hear you, don’t you? You want them to know how filthy you are.”

The mental images his words were forming weren’t helping you at all. “But you’re only mine, pumpkin, aren’t you?” Now that Bucky knew how you felt, he didn’t want you to be with anyone else except him.

Bucky himself didn’t know where all this possessiveness was coming from. But he suddenly couldn’t digest being with someone else who wasn’t you.

“Answer me!” He growled in your ear when you didn’t respond. You were actually drooling at this point and forming words was very difficult. Bucky loved seeing you so gone for him.

You whined when he pulled out and made you stand. Your legs were wobbly and you would’ve fallen down if it wasn’t for Bucky holding you.

He turned you around and pressed your face against the cool lockers and entered you from behind. This way, he was deeper in you and could thrust even harder.

“Tell me pumpkin, you’re mine. Tell me.” Licking your lips, you finally answered. “Yes Bucky. Yours. Only yours.” He let out a pleased moan and you were glad for all the noise outside so that others wouldn’t listen.

“Damn right you’re mine pumpkin.” The room was filled with the noise of your moans, the slapping of skin and the rattling of the lockers.

Your legs were shaking and you knew you were close. Bucky could tell that too as he felt you clench around you. “Your pussy doesn’t want to let me go. You shouldn’t have denied me for so long.”

You came harder than you ever had with a shout of Bucky’s name. Your legs nearly gave up and only Bucky’s arms around you kept you from falling. Now you knew why every other person wanted to sleep with Bucky. He was a literal sex god.

Bucky pulled you close impossibly tighter as he came in you. “You’re so tight and warm pumpkin. Fuck!” His hips grinded into you as you felt his hot cum fill you up.

You both stilled for a moment before Bucky sagged down on the floor with you on his lap. You felt his cum trailing down your legs as he pulled out and even after everything, it still aroused you.

After you both had relatively calmed down, you had expected Bucky to let you go but instead he was still holding you close. “Bucky…” he just hummed in your hair.

“Everyone must be waiting for you.” While you still had your top on, your legs were starting to get cold. “They can wait.” Bucky didn’t have it in himself to let you go. You were so warm and perfect in his arms, only a fool would let go.

“I’m.. I’m getting cold.” You complained though you were loving sitting on his lap. “I know a way of warming you up.” He bit your earlobe and whimpered.

“Bucky…. I’m serious!” He finally removed his arms from around you and you got up to wear your pants and he followed. “That was amazing!” A permanent smile was plastered on his face and he suddenly felt like a naive boy.

“Yeah it was.” It was honestly the best sex you’ve ever had, but you hadn’t expected him to be the one saying that. “Come on Bucky, we have to go out.” Your legs were still shaking, and you tried to make your hair presentable.

“I’ll come in a minute. You carry on.” You nodded and walked out of the room. While the others were blissfully unaware while celebrating or getting ready for an after party, you still hadn’t completely digested whatever happened inside the locker room.

Bucky laid back on the bench and just stared at the white ceiling for a moment. He had thought he would stop wanting you the moment he had you, but oh, how wrong he was. You were like a drug, he just had a taste and he wanted more.

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mango-bango-bby · 3 years

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hello i request the halloween costume with yandere tamaki amajiki where the reader is wearing something revealing and went to tamaki house wearing that and said trick or treat to him (kinda like the one you said in ur other account) nsfw pls

♡ Treat ♡

(A/N: Tama is such a sweet boy 💖 He brings out the dom in me so I write a dominate!reader for this fic 💞💞 So for once, a smut fic of mine that is not non-con or dub-con!!! Although this didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to, it turned out ok!! Also I think this is the softest yandere I’ve ever written, but he’s still a yandere)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, NSFW, blowjobs, dom!reader and sub!Tamaki, playboy bunny costume, possible kidnapping at the end it’s up to interpretation, Tama being a cutie pie

Summary: Tamaki gets flustered because of your costume do you decide to help him out (Yan!Tamaki x GN!reader)

Halloween Event ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You ring the doorbell a couple to times, knowing Tamaki won’t mind if you ring it a lot. You finally convinced him to go out with you for Halloween. You know that he’s not a big fan of parties but it was only a small party so you know he wouldn’t mind. Plus he always seemed to be willing to do things with you.

Tamaki’s almost compelled to hide, knowing that you were right outside his door. Yes, you were technically his girlfriend but you two had only been dating for a month. He absolutely didn’t deserve to even speak to you, as much as he was obsessed with you, he felt as if he didn’t deserve to even look at you.

He almost jumps when you ring the doorbell again. Crap! He got lost in his thoughts and kept you waiting. He hopes you’re not mad... What if you’re upset that he took so long to answer? What if you hate him now? He can only think negative things as he approaches the door.

“Trick or treat!” You cheer when he opens the door, Tamaki almost chocks on air at the sight of you. He knows it’s Halloween and you wear costumes on Halloween but he didn’t know that yours would be so revealing! He can see most of your body, although he turns away from you after just taking a glance at you.

You had a strapless one piece in your favorite color, the same colored bunny ears on your head, and white cuffs on your wrists. Tamaki couldn’t even look at you while you wore that, not because you didn’t look good, you looked incredible. And that’s the problem, he could only think of you in such lewd situations when he saw you!

“A sheet ghost? I wouldn’t expect anything else from you, Amajiki!” You smile, noticing the sheet around him but he had it resting around his neck so he could see. “Are you alright?” You ask, noticing his flustered state. His entire face is red, even his ears are red!

“I- I um- You l-look um-” Tamaki stutters, finally taking another glance at you. God, you look so hot. He felt so bad that he felt this way towards you. He was absolutely obsessed with you. “Aww, are you flustered? You’re so cute!” You smile, Tamaki can only hear his heart beating when you call him cute. His heart beats so fast that he feels as if it would shoot out of his chest. Cute. Did you really think he was cute?

“You’re so flustered” you purr, teasing him much to his dismay. “I can help you out if you want, I don’t mind. It’s a Halloween treat!” you say, stepping into his home, giving him a chance to close the door behind you.

You were his girlfriend, so what’s the worst that could happen? “Do you want me to?” You ask, taking a step forward again, being even closer to him. “Y-Yes!” Tamaki says, not even thinking about his answer. You shut the door behind you this time. You were so perfect, and you’re so close to him, your scantily clad body’s practically pressed up against his.

You give him a kiss, his face somehow becoming even more red. You smile at him, once pulling away, making your way onto your knees. You can hear Tamaki whimper when you begin to unzip his pant. He’s avoiding your gaze too, as much as he loved you he felt so embarrassed.

This embarrassment only enhancing when you actually begin, his entire body practically shaking when you lick a stripe up the underside of of his cock. Although Tamaki’s whimpering quickly turns to moans as you keep going. He wants to put his hand on your head to speed up the pace but he doesn’t, he just holds the wall behind him while he trembles.

You bob your head up and down, enjoying the small noises he’s letting out. It’s so erotic, you hope eventually he’ll return the favor. He was always nervous of everything throughout the course of both of your relationship so far. But he seemed to be enjoying this. And you let him have time. Little did you know how much he was really enjoying this, seeing you in this position it just did something to him. He wants you to just use him as you please.

It only takes a few minutes before he finishes, you swallowing and licking you lips afterwards. Could you get any hotter!? You stand up, dusting yourself off. You hook your arm around him, Tamaki still blushing from what just happened. “Ready to go?” You ask, wiping your mouth. “N-No” Tamaki says, pulling your arm closer to him.

“No? What do you mean?”

“Stay. S-Stay here, with me. Please”

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#yandere bnha #soft yandere #yandere tamaki #tamaki smut #yandere!tamaki #yandere tamaki x reader #yandere amajiki #yandere!amajiki #yandere amajiki x reader

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Stood Up

Pairing: Sero/F!Reader

Summary: When you find your dating making out with someone else at a Halloween party, Hanta swoops in and reclaims your evening, rekindling an old flame.

Contains: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Demisexual Reader, Astronomy/Greek Lore Nerd Sero, Old flame

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Demi Problems, Praise/Smidge of Degradation, Name-calling (slut & whore), Pet names (Love, good girl, pretty girl), Car Sex, F Masturbation, Oral M Receiving (Road Head) I think that's everything

A/N: This took me much longer than I expected. It's also my first time writing Sero. Given the season, I decided to add a touch of Halloween and costumes to this one.

If you'd like to read other's in the Stood Up series, here are the links:

Stood Up - Bakugo - WC 3,502

Stood Up - Kirishima - WC 3,612

Stood Up - Kaminari - WC 2,461

Word Count Starting Below: 3,494

Denki Kaminari's annual Halloween bash was in full swing by the time Hanta had arrived. He'd come straight from patrol, wrapping himself up in his own tape making a half assed mummy costume for himself. Not like anyone would notice with the flashing colored lights, loud music, and abundance of liquor.

However, Hanta didn't even make it up to the double glass front doors of Denki's home. Not before doing a double take at the very familiar pirate that ran by him.

"Y/N?" You stopped allowing him the chance to catch up to you, "Holy shit, it is you, when the hell did you get back?"

Three years you'd been gone, working in America. Time differences and busy schedules made it so the two of you barely kept in touch. It was a shame, Hanta thought, considering how close the two of you used to be.

"I- uh- just a few weeks now. I heard you were helping out with the disaster relief after that storm."

It had to be his eyes playing tricks on him, the funny colors of the dancing lights were what made your cheeks look wet, right? Those couldn't have been tears.

"I was, yeah, but I got back yesterday. I didn't know-"

"Get the hell outta here!" His head snapped back towards the front of the house, just in time to see Eijiro, dressed in an impressive werewolf costume, literally throw someone out of the party. The guy drunkenly stumbled off, Eijiro walking over towards where Hanta was standing with you. "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded while Hanta tried to piece together what'd happened. "Sorry, it took me a second to find the bastard. Do ya wanna come back in? I'll make sure he leaves."

"No, Eijiro, thanks though. I'm just gonna head home."

The wolfman frowned but understood. "We'll have a smaller party for ya! Just the gang as a welcome home! You know Denki will look for any excuse to throw a party." He turned his gaze on Hanta. "A mummy, really?"

"You've been a damn werewolf for the last two years! You don't get to give me crap."

Eijiro poked the fuzzy pointed red ears carefully set into his spiky hair. "Mina and I worked real hard on this costume... seemed like a waste to only wear it once."

"We both know you haven't just worn those once, big man."

That got a chuckle out of you while all Eijiro could do was shrug and try to hide a shit-eating grin.

He asked you again if you'd like to stay and once more you said you were going to just head home. It was when you specifically said you were going to be walking home that Hanta spoke up offering to drive you back to your home since it was Halloween and people were creeps.

You were a damn pro hero but he still didn't feel right about just letting you walk home alone.

When you agreed he told Eijiro he'd be back soon and walked over with you to his car.

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A part of you missed the old station wagon Hanta used to drive, not that this BMW he now drove wasn't absolutely amazing, you just sort of missed the comfort of the old car.

He waited until he'd reached the end of Denki's long, winding driveway to finally speak. "So, you wanna tell me what happened back there, or am I just supposed to pretend like Kiri didn't kick someone out on your behalf?"

"You could probably just ask Kiri and he'd tell you."

"I could, but, I'd like to hear it from you."

You knew you could tell him, there was nothing you couldn't tell Hanta. There was once a time when the man knew every single detail about your life. Sure, time and distance had put a strain on that relationship but you were back now. There was no reason why you couldn't at least start rebuilding what you and Hanta once had.

"Y/N, if you don't wanna say anything-"

"I was just casually seeing this guy. You know me and dating, how we don't always work out." You said abruptly and he quit talking, "And so, we weren't like official but we said we'd go to this party together. Well, I got here and went looking for him and found him making out with one of Hawks' sidekicks. I got a little upset when he noticed me and, well, he just said he found someone better."

Hanta actually stopped the car, pulled off to the side of the road, threw it in park, and looked right at you because he knew what found someone better meant exactly. You'd used those words in high school when that guy from Shiketsu that you'd been seeing got pissed off that you wouldn't put out and ended it with you. You went to his dorm crying because he 'found someone better', is what you told him. It took him a few hours to get the truth out of you.

You'd always been the kind of person to love with your entire heart but sexually, you'd confessed that you felt different from all the other kids your age back then. Not having the same urges and desires that everyone else seemed stricken with.

"Hanta, it's fine, really. Kiri heard the whole thing and, well, you saw what happened."

"Doesn't make it right! So, you went on a couple dates with a guy, that doesn't mean he just gets to expect you to put out for him! Even if you weren't demi, no one gets to just assume they deserve sex."

His lips were pressed in a narrow line, nostrils flared once in annoyance. He was usually so calm and laid back that you thought it rather cute when he got overprotective. "It's alright, Hants, really."

He still gave you a look that said he disagreed but then shook his head, dropping the subject for now at least.

"Still like those late-night drives?"

"I love them."

"Good."

Hanta waited for a car to pass and whipped the car in the other direction.

It wasn't long before he had the windows rolled down, conversations filling in the blanks of lost time, in between belting out choruses of your favorite songs. Minutes slipped by the further he drove, you lost track of both time and kilometers, letting him tell you all about the ridiculous antics the group had been up to.

Eventually, you caught the scent of salty air and even in the dark, you had a pretty good idea where Hanta was going. He followed a winding road, making two left turns and then a right leaving you on a stretch of road that paralleled the ocean.

You let your head fall against the seat, eyes falling shut and inhaling that wonderful smell you missed so much. Hanta had just one hand lazily on the wheel, his elbow resting out the open window, a relaxed smile was illuminated in soft orange lights off his dash.

You let your head roll onto his shoulder, not as easily done without the bench seat in his station wagon but it worked nonetheless. "Thanks."

His free hand came to rest on your knee, "Anytime."

He turned the wheel, pulling over and parking in front of a small beach access that you guys had found at 3 in the morning five years prior. Hanta kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the car to avoid them being sand-filled and you did the same with the knee-high boots purely because you longed to feel the sand between your toes.

The wooden planks were worn, parts buried beneath the sand until eventually, none remained. Breaking waves flooded your ears and you made a run for them! Before you could reach the lapping water though, tape had wound around your middle and yanked you backward.

"Not happening!" Hanta said firmly. "Last time I let you talk me into late-night swimming we didn't have a change of clothes either and we both got so sick! I think I might have actually died without Bakugo's soup!"

You chuckled, remembering being nineteen and curled up with Hanta on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you all shared for nearly a week. The sniffles didn't cease for almost three weeks.

"Okay, okay, no swimming." You flopped back down into the sand, his tape still attached meaning the cellophane hero was pulled down with you. "Tell me about the stars then, Hants. Who's out tonight?"

Astronomy was a hobby of Hanta's you learned about after moving into the dorms your first year. It wasn't uncommon to find him out on the roof most nights, laying on his back and looking up into the clear night sky littered with twinkling stars, usually with a joint pressed between his lips. It became almost a habit for him to grab you on his way up, pulling you along because you were more than happy listening to him tell you about each constellation and the stories behind them.

It was around this time of year, in your final year of high school; somewhere between him recalling the greek mythos of Aries and Sagittarius that you noticed your heart beating a little faster. You realized something had shifted between the two of you, and, holy shit, was this what it felt like to have a crush! When the hell did that happen?

You'd entrusted everything to Hanta back then, and now, laying in the sand shoulder to shoulder while he talked about Draco, that familiar feeling stirred again. You remembered what it was supposed to be like when you weren't forcing it for some random guy. How simple it was supposed to be.

You inclined on an elbow and he stopped mid-sentence. "Eh, everything alright?" You nodded but he looked anything but convinced, mirroring your position and asking you again.

It was easy for you to lean forward, to brush your lips against his for the first time in three years. And, when you pulled away, he looked about as shocked as he had the night you'd done it when you were eighteen.

"You- you still like me?"

When you left for America, you'd both agreed to put a pause on your sort of relationship. Free to date and screw whomever you pleased because three years was a long time and it just seemed like a fair decision to make. The realization that he might now have someone else special in his life dawned on you...

"Yeah but I totally understand if things are different now and I shoulda asked- oof!"

He kissed you so hard you toppled back into the sand, quick pecks, one right after another, ending them with a long one that nearly left you breathless.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. I didn't want to make you feel awkward about things or make you think I expected something. I thought that maybe since we didn't talk for a while your feelings might have changed."

"I can say with confidence they haven't."

"Thank fuck." He groaned and captured your lips in another searing kiss.

It was easy to lift his shirt off, the shreds of tape that remained were now covered with gritty sand that clung to your fingers as you traced the chest and torso you knew so well. Gliding over defined muscles, lingering on old scars and mapping out new ones he'd collected in your time apart.

His own hands were busy flicking open the brass fastenings of your corset, huffing about it being so much more difficult to get to your chest and something about it being very unfair.

By the time he'd undone the last one, bright headlights shown across the beach. "Shit."

Giggling ensued from the walkway and you both sighed, at least it wasn't the police or a hero patrol. Hanta gathered his shirt and ran back to his car with his hand in yours.

"I thought our days of being caught were over."

"At least it wasn't Mr. Aizawa this time."

A chill ran down your spine remembering the night and the lecture you'd received when your teacher had caught Hanta sneaking out of your room early one morning.

"So, uh, do you still plan on going to Denki's party?" You asked innocently enough but Hanta knew you far too well.

"I think I'm gonna miss it this year." His hand found a home on your upper thigh. "Apparently, you and I have a lot of catching up to do. Lost time to make up for and all that."

"Too bad you don't have that old station wagon anymore. If you did, we wouldn't have to wait to get back."

Dark eyes glanced over at you not so subtly parting your legs.

"I dunno. It's not too often I travel in the backseat of my own car but I've been told it's pretty roomy. Lots of legroom."

Your hand ran over your legs, dipping down to lightly brush your more sensitive parts, thankful you opted for the thin pair of black leggings rather than the dark skinny jeans. Your fingers danced again and this time you let a soft moan pass your lips. "Eyes on the road, Hants."

"That's a little hard to do when I've got you spread out in the passenger's seat." He grabbed your free hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "You've got me distracted, filthy little woman."

You appreciated him testing the waters, a subtle way of checking if you liked those nicknames he used only in private with you, giving you a chance to protest if your likes had changed. They were one's that only felt right coming from him and you were eager to hear more.

Forgoing your own high, you leaned over the center console as best you could, undoing his belt first, followed quickly by his zipper letting his strained cock be free.

His grip tightened on your leg when you kissed the tip of him. "Just like old times, huh?"

A chuckle turned quickly into a moan, taking him in your mouth, pushing yourself further on his cock, fighting your gag reflex to get him down your throat. Hanta reclined his seat further, giving you more room to work with.

Your legs clenched tighter with every groan you pulled from him, wiggling your hips in the seat, letting a hand fall back between your own legs. There was an attempt of a moan around his cock when his fingers coiled in your hair. "Such a good slut. Keep fuckin' goin'." He let you continue at your own speed, needing to focus as best he could on the road rather than what you were doing but, damn, you were making that increasingly difficult.

He wasn't stopping you though. He rarely did. You'd sucked him off on countless drives before and only stopped when- "That's it." He lifted you off him by your hair at the same time he pulled off the road. There was a convenient turn-off, hidden by overgrown brush you noticed before he shut off the headlights.

Hanta took you by the chin, smearing drool. "Backseat, pretty girl." He reached into the glove box and pulled out a foil wrapper, "What do you say we test out that legroom?"

He wait to watch your smile grow wide before crawling into the back because he had to be the first to go if this had any chance of working. Once situated, pants under his thighs, he patted his lap for you to climb over.

You slid easily onto his lap, hands traveling up and over his shoulders, kissing hard while you rocked your hips against impossibly hard length.

There was so much comfort in the familiarity of him. It wasn't awkward to fall back into rhythm with Hanta, to remember that he loved the feeling of your nails dragging down his chest. And he was just as eager to get your shirt off, reach your breasts he'd missed so much, and get his tongue on your nipples.

Your head tipped backward, loving the pace he set, hips bouncing creating the perfect tug on your nipples between his teeth.

"Love, if I promise to buy you a new pair, can I rip these damn leggings? They're just so thin and-"

"Please." Your breathy moan had him smirking and with a single grunt the leggings were ruined, cool air from the vents had only a moment to touch your bare ass before Hanta's hands reclaimed it.

There was no way he hadn't felt your arousal before ripping your clothes off, you soaked through your panties and leggings, you knew that, but that didn't stop him from commenting on how soaked you were now on his fingers. "Want me inside you, whore? I think you do."

You nodded with a whimper and he slipped a finger in. "Hants, noo- I- I want your cock, please."

"You're gonna take my fingers like a good little slut first." You clenched at the words falling from his mouth. "So fuckin' tight you can barely take a finger. How'm I supposed to fit in here if you can even take a single finger? Need you to loosen up, alright." He pushed another finger in, scissoring the two inside you.

"This gonna make you cum? You need this bad, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how bad you need to cum."

"I want it. Please, please, I need it. I'm so close," You babbled and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it with one hand on his cock. In an instant, his fingers had been replaced with this dick. Sticky fingers on your ass helping you ease down on him with a hiss.

"Fuck," Hanta let out a throaty chuckle, "You still fuckin' feel the absolute best." He dropped a kiss between your breasts, letting you adjust to his girth. "Perfect. Good girl. Such a fuckin' good little slut."

He wasn't about to last long. Not once you started bouncing up and down on him, your tits right in front of his face.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get you home, had to fucking tease me in the damn car." He held onto the fat of your ass, pulling you along him and slamming you down hard.

"Kinda pathetic how desperate you are. Fuck. Kinda hot too."

When the top of your head bumped the roof of the car, he scooted lower, trying to give you as much room to ride him however you pleased.

"What do you need? You wanna cum, don't you, pretty girl, what do you need?"

"Faster, faster please."

Hanta shifted even lower, making you grab onto the two headrests while he thrust his hips up into you at a rapid speed. His thumb on your clit was the additional stimulation you needed to fall over the edge. Nails clawing at the black leather as he continued to moan below you now chasing his own release.

You stayed poised above him, using every last bit of strength to stay upright until his mouth was rambling and his cock pulsed inside of you. Fingers bruising your skin before holding your pelvis snuggly against his.

He was bent in a way that looked entirely uncomfortable and yet he still smiled so widely. Reaching up to brush hair out of your eyes, "You okay?"

"Perfects, Hants. A little sore but I'm sure you are too." He moved off his lap, letting him slip out of you with a groan, "Is your neck gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Having you back, love, is more than worth a little bit of a neck cramp."

As he tied a knot in the condom, depositing it into a plastic bag he had tucked away under his seat, Hanta raised a brow, "Love, really, are you alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you at all."

"No! I'm good, why?"

"You're sitting silly."

You were sitting a little odd, perched on your knees rather than sitting on your ass because the leather was chilly and you told Hanta as much making him laugh. "Wait, I think I can help." He leaned back to the front of the car, flicking a button making it glow. Once he tucked himself back in his pants he hopped out of the car and you could see him rummaging in his trunk through the rear window.

"I keep forgetting to take this out from our camping trip a couple months ago. Guess it turned out to be a good thing." He laid the blanket down over the passenger's seat, declaring that should help a bit.

You wrapped the now toasty warm blanket around your bottom half while Hanta drove back towards the city, your head on his shoulder, his hand on your thigh.

"So, shopping tomorrow? I believe I owe you a pair of leggings..."

"It's a date."

#mha #mha smut #bnha #bnha smut #hanta sero #sero #sero smut #hanta sero smut #sero x reader #sero x y/n #hanta x y/n #hanta x reader #mha x y/n #mha x reader #smutober #kinktober 2021

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nghtwngs · 2 years

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can i request a blurb with a really simpy spencer who is pining over the reader?

“You have three doctorates and you’re doing magic for me,” you deadpan, eyeing Reid curiously.

JJ looks over at you with a grin. “He also loves Halloween.”

You laugh through your nose. “Somehow I am not surprised.”

“Oh, let me show you this one!” Reid exclaims, pulling out a deck of cards from his desk drawer.

You can’t even stop to think about why he has cards in his drawer. He shuffles the cards with great dexterity, and you wonder where it goes when he tries to eat noodles with chopsticks before asking you for a fork with a sheepish smile. You smile to yourself. The memory makes you feel so giddy.

The clicking of Garcia’s heels alerts everyone as she speeds into the bullpen. “Chocolate Thunder’s coming!”

Spencer quickly pulls his Frankenstein mask down and clumsily runs to the entrance of the office, almost tripping over his feet. He hears the sound of Derek’s heavy steps and jumps out. “Boo!”

“Jesus, Reid.” Derek gasps, holding a hand to his heart. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Happy All-Hallow’s Eve!”

“This feels quite familiar,” comments Prentiss, quite amused by the scene.

Morgan frowns. “I still don’t like Halloween.”

“You don’t like Halloween?” you ask.

“It creeps me out, okay?”

“So you’re scared?”

A string of protests leave his lips, but everyone laughs and then carries on with their work. Spencer walks back to his desk, taking off his mask and setting it down on his desk.

“So, are you gonna show me that magic trick?” you ask, wondering if he had forgotten.

“Oh, right!” Reid grabs the deck. “So—”

Hotch strolls into the bullpen. “We have a case.”

Your gazes tear away from your boss, frowning at each other. It would have to wait. “Later?”

He purses his lips, nodding.

The case is pretty open and shut, which you’re all thankful for. It’s within the area too, so you could all go back home and make it in time for your Halloween plans. Well, the rest of the team would. You were just going to put on your costume and pass out candy to kids and adults. (You weren’t one to judge someone for taking advantage of free candy.)

The October air is chilly. You wrap your arms around your body and take the seat next to Spencer in the car, nudging his shoulder playfully. “You still have to show me that magic trick.”

Reid gives you a small smile. “I will.” He scratches his head, unsure of what to do with his hands. “And do you uh, would you like to come over? We can watch old Halloween films.”

“I’d love to, Spencer.”

“And Y/N?”

You hum in reply.

His face is flushed. He’s afraid you can hear the pounding of his heart. “I- I’ve liked you for a while, like since you joined the BAU and you don’t seem to be annoyed when I ramble like the others do and you actually want to see me do magic,”—he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes—“could you please let me take you out on a date?”

“Aren’t we already going on one later?”

His mouth goes agape, but he grins soon after. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, slipping your hand into his. Spencer notices that your hand is much colder than his. He takes your other one, covering them with his.

You hide your smile in the crook of his neck, but he can still feel it. He smells of fresh laundry and peppermint. And no, you can’t hear his heart race. Yours is much louder.

#happy halloween #i’ll edit this later lol #i don’t rly take requests but i already had this in my drafts and it’s halloween season so #hope u see this anon #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fluff

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realcube · 3 years

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characters dealing with a deep sleeper! s/o (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

characters: bokuto, oikawa & saiki k

tw// swearing, fluff, mentions of death, illness, funerals, sexual references

Kōtarō Bokuto

he literally thought you died

this was your first time sleeping over at his home and last night, y’all were stuffing your faces with treats until your stomachs ached

you had mentioned several times how you were feeling sick - even after bokuto took you out for a late-night run - but he just told you to take a pain-killer and sleep it off

but now he was kinda regretting not calling someone to help

like what if the sickness was a symptom to a deadly disease which took you overnight?

plus, he had tried everything he could think of to wake you up: he shook you, he blasted music from his phone, he opened the curtains to allow blinding light to shine on you, he flicked spits of cold water onto your face and he literally wafted cookies around the room in hopes you’d catch the scent

but it was no use as even after all that, you didn’t move an inch

he tried to check your pulse which he believed to be on the wrist but he couldn’t think it

so either he was too stupid to find the exact location or......you didn’t have a pulse

he’ll admit, it was an eerie thought that there could be a dead person in his bed rn but even he considered that a rather outlandish idea

how could a person as healthy as you just die overnight? so he did what any reasonable person would do in that situation-- no, not call a doctor

he held a funeral for his beloved s/o 💀

he gathered all five of the plushies laying around his room (all of which were owls) and lined them up on the foot of the bed

‘we are all gathered here today to celebrate the epic life of my partner, (y/n) (l/n).’ he sobbed into the sleeve of the black blazer he had pulled out of his closet, ‘gone too soon.’

silence. but in his mind he was met by a chorus of ‘aww’s and whimpers from the crowd

‘i loved them. (y/n) was my rock; they helped me through some of the hardest points in my life--’

his speech was cut off upon hearing one of the audience members pipe up, ‘bo, what are you doing?’

a wave of excitement washed over him as he scurried up to the line of guests, closely examining each one, ‘i didn’t know y’all could talk!’

you rolled your eyes before leaning forward and gently tapping the back of his head, ‘it’s me.’

upon laying his eyes on you, healthy and alive, his lips curled into a foolishly large grin as he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, ‘(Y/N), you’re alive!’ he cried

you gasped at his rather dramatic reaction before slowly melting into his embrace, ‘yes, i am.’

as your lips parted from the skin of his jaw and he slowly let his arms fall from your waist, you finally inquired, ‘did you hold a funeral for me?’

bokuto’s eyes-widened at your ‘crazy’ suggestion, ‘uhhhh, nooooo.’

if his elongating of each word wasn’t enough to show that he was lying, the dead giveaway would have to be the sheet of A4 paper with ‘(Y/N)’S FUNERAL 😭’ written on it that was stuck to the door with blu-tac

ignoring his completely false reply, you leaned back on the bed and picked up on the owl plushies, gently stroking it’s soft fur, ‘are these the guests? why are there only five?’

bokuto shrugged, picking up one himself and absentmindedly attempting to balance it on your head, ‘seven; if you count me and you.’

you giggled, about to make a inquire about the names of each guest until bokuto suddenly through his arms around you again

‘why didn’t you tell me that you are such a deep-sleeper before?! i was so worried - i thought you died! please never die on me again, (y/n)?’

you smiled, pulling back to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, ‘i promise.’

Tōru Oikawa

he would take advantage of this opportunity lol

the first time y’all slept over together as a couple, he had no idea that you were as deep of a sleeper as you actually are

like he thought you meant ‘i sometimes sleep through my alarms’ deep-sleeper

NOT ‘IT TAKES A WHOLE NATURAL DISASTER TO WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING’ DEEP-SLEEPER (/h)

anyway, at first, he’d probably just freshen up while you sleep: take a shower, wash his face, brush his teeth, floss etc so he’s no longer effected by that ✨morning crust ✨

but when he pokes his head out of the bathroom and noticed that your sleep asleep, he tries to blow-dry his hair bc he knows how much you like it when it’s all fluffy

but his blow-dryer was quite loud so he put it on for a few seconds to see if it’s wake you up and just as he expected, you were still sound asleep

so he blew-dry his hair until it was that soft texture that you liked so much- all while you were still like (∪.∪ )...zzz even though the blow-dryer was making a racket

you were still sleeping and upon looking at the time, he realised that it was completely fair considering it was currently half past 8 and he had just woken up extremely early for some unknown reason

he didn’t want to wake you so he was just doing to go out for a run or make breakfast until he caught a glimpse of himself in mirror

o.O

despite his puffy hair and pearly-white smile, he still looked sloppy

but it was definitely bc of his stained, torn, washed-out pyjamas tbh

he was just wearing an old T-shirt that he’s had for god-knows how long and a pair of grey sweatpants; it wasn’t a look

he had no idea what possessed him to wear such casual nightwear while you were at his house - especially when you chose to wear something so relaxed yet titillating - but he knew that he needed to change

after a while of rummaging through his nightwear drawer, the best he could find was a pair of white, silk, loose-legged trousers which he had bought for a halloween costume many years ago

it was pretty classy though :)) he was sure that you’d like it

however, he still couldn’t find anything to wear on his top half but there is no fashion problem oikawa can’t solve

thus, he went shirtless ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he also threw on some jewellery too, just for the lols

you weren’t awake yet thought, so after he set up some candles to create a ‘mood’, he just sat next to you on the bed, scrolling on his phone and anticipating your reaction once you woke up

for a moment, he thought that he might’ve went when too far but upon taking a look at himself in his front-facing camera, he realised that there was no harm in spicing things up

once he noticed one of your eyes slowly flutter open, he quickly tossed his phone to the side and turned his body to face you, shooting you a kind smile and he gently ran a hand through his fluffy hair, ‘morning, angel~’ he cooed

you grumbled your greeting in response, then proceeded to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing him correctly, ‘what are you wearing, tōru?’

‘can a guy not dress up for his special someone anymore?’

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest and going to hop out of bed until he pulled you back down against the sheets

a faint gasp escaped your lips but you were quickly hushed by oikawa pushing his finger against your lips, ‘you’re not going anywhere, (y/n).’

Kusuo Saiki

this was the first time you ever slept over at his house or next to him yet y’all had been dating for year and a half

he was just scared that he might accidently do something crazy in his sleep (bc of his powers ofc) and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you 🥺

you were patient with him though but bc y’all had never woken up together before, he had no idea how deep of a sleeper you are

he thought it was cute at first bc you were laying there like the beauty you are, lookin’ all serene and calm and stuff

but after a while, he got bored on his own #•̀ ︿ •́

also, you promised to bake macarons with him for breakfast and he was hungry as hell, still he didn’t want to eat without you but if he didn’t wake you up rn to make macarons, he’d surely starve to death while they were in the fridge

on any other day, he’d just try do it himself but when you helped him make food- it just hit different 😍

‘(y/n), wake up.’ he spoke into your mind using his telepathy, while light nudging your arm, ‘i’m hungry.’

you didn’t reply, seeming completely knocked out

he tried the next best thing, holding his annoying alarm noise near (but not too close) to your ear

still nothing, though

his last human attempt was aggressively pulling your blanket away but even after that you showed no signs of waking up so he realised that he’d have to resort to using his physic abilities

he considered using his astral projection to possess your body but he felt as though taking over your body might cross a few boundaries

but he did try duplicating himself so he could shake you from many different angles but it was still no use

he continued to use his telepathy to try wake you up but it didn’t seem to work either

after multiple different attempts of using his powers to try wake you up; here he was, standing in the middle of some dystopian, apocalyptic scene - alarms ringing in the distant along with sirens, screaming, honking and wails. everything around him seemed to be engulfed by flames which created thick, smoky air

he wasn’t really sure how he got here but he was pretty sure it started around the time he tried to form an energy ball

whatever 🤷‍♂️ it’s no biggie

he jumped back in time so he was standing next to your bed once again, exactly where he left off before he created the energy ball

he stared down at your sleeping figure and let out an exasperated sigh as he realised that he’d have to employ one of his most dangerous tactics

he really hoped it didn’t have to come to this

‘(y/n), if you get up right now.’ his voice rung through your head, ‘i speak with my voice.’

just like that, both of your eyes shot open as you hastily sat up on the bed

‘do it, saiki!’ you cheered, a foolishly large grin plastered on your features

and he couldn’t help but smile too

curse you for being so cute

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I Am Trying to Break Your Heart by Lunar_Pull

Today is the day that Steve received an invitation to the love of his life’s wedding.

Philopatry by Areiton

"I want to be safe," he says. "But I'm not." "Then why come here? Why put me at risk?" Something flickers in his eyes, little boy lost and utterly cold, and it makes Sam want to give the dude a hug and also pull his sidearm. "I have no reason to hurt you," Winter says. "I don't want to hurt you," Bucky adds, earnestly.

farmhouse by Tazmaster

"You know, I think I'd want a farmhouse."

"A what?" Sam turns to look at him, slightly annoyed. This was the first thing Bucky has said in the past hour and a half they've been cramped in this god forsaken car. He had a knack for impulsively voicing his dumb thoughts at the worst times, but whenever you wanted to know what was actually going on in that head of his, he'd never say.

They were staking out the front gate of a large mansion, very much not a farmhouse. It was mind numbingly boring, being stuck in a beetle with absolutely nothing else to do than stare at the gaudy gates of some rich asshole.

"A farmhouse," Bucky repeats nonchalantly, "If we ever get out of this business, or you know, live long enough to retire maybe--- I want a farmhouse. With a lot of animals."

---

Bucky keeps talking about a farmhouse and it drives Sam crazy, that is until he finally asks why.

Employee Discount by bopeep for queenmab_scherzo

Sam Wilson doesn't love working in a store that makes him wear vanity-sized polos and breathe in clouds of men's cologne like the worst kind of GQ aromatherapy, but the view from his cash register across the mall to the Hot Topic and the sullen Dark Prince of Wallet Chains he loves to hate may just beat the minimum wage blues.

In warm water, swimming down by targaryen_melodrama

“Why are you hiding?””Tired.”Bucky raises an eyebrow. “So you decided to swim.”“So I decided to be alone.”Bucky’s quiet for a moment. “I can go, if you want.”It’s the last thing Sam wants.

I figured out what the slashes mean by Teaismycoffee

Sam, Steve and Bucky are all living together in a safe house. Bucky and Sam discover fan fiction written about them. Steve doesn't approve. Sam and Bucky are really into secretly reading fan fiction together, or maybe it isn't the fan fiction part they are really into.

Chicken Soup for the Soul by bioloyg

“S’not my bed time,” Sam says as he buries his face in Bucky’s upper arm. Bucky laughs. “Tough. You’re sick.” Sam lets out a loan groan and says, “But my bed is cold. I was so warm, why’d you move me?” “Because your neck would’ve hated you if I didn’t.” He tries not to be so amused by how fussy Sam is when he’s both sick and half-asleep. It’s cute. ~ A fic wherein Bucky takes care of a sick Sam.

two nights in L.A. by CapnWinghead

Bucky kindly volunteered Sam to be a groomsman for Scott’s upcoming wedding. Of course, that meant Sam and Bucky had to go to the bachelor party.

at the end of the war (what's mine is yours) by notcaycepollard

They don't talk about it: that's how it works.

I'd Like That by honestlydarkprincess

Sam has been up for over 24 hours and has been dreaming about his Coffee Caramel Fudge non-dairy ice cream since about the 18-hour mark. When he gets to the store, there's only one carton of it left and, unfortunately for the guy innocently holding said carton, Sam's not leaving without it.

Or, the one where Sam is sleep deprived, yells at a cute guy, and gets both ice cream and a phone number out of it.

Ready, Set, Date! by bioloyg

Bucky wants to sleep, Natasha wants to find him a date for Steve's wedding (so he'll leave her alone), and Sam is the best thing about this whole speed dating disaster. But, Sam's not in the speed date rotations - he's at a different table weathering through dates just like Bucky is. ~ "Three dates in, Bucky decides he has made one of the worst decisions in all of his life by coming here. His first date had been an attractive enough man by the name of Greg. He introduces himself as “The Big G,” to which Sam laughs at in the middle of introducing himself to his own date. Greg likes to talk about cars a lot, which is fine. Bucky also likes cars. The only problem is that Greg’s love for cars borders on… erotic."

We'll rise up free and easy by Sarsaparilla, woofgender

Steve and Natasha are away on a mission when Sam receives intel about the Winter Soldier’s location. When he follows the lead, Sam finds something unexpected—but despite his initial impression, it’s certainly not all bad. (Post-CATWS, not AOU- or CACW-compliant.)

__________ "'Jesus Christ,' Sam said, 'Are you planning on fighting an entire army?'

Barnes looked up from examining the sights of a sniper rifle. '...no,' he said, a little guiltily, and adjusted one of the--five? Six? guns he’d already strapped to himself."

love is in the air (i smell coffee) by Flora_K, hermionesmydawg

Sam Wilson - graduate student, part-time barista, part-time salesman, and full-time father - doesn't have time to sleep, much less date. At least, that's what he tells himself.

Up at Night by bioloyg for lunaaltare

With Halloween nearing, Sam is feeling more in the mood for a scary movie than usual. He'd never watch one on his own though, so he invites his roommate to pick one out and join in on movie night. or Prompt fill for Samtember ~ "It’s quiet for a while after that. Like always, the two of them start on opposite sides of the queen sized bed with at least a foot of space between them. And, like always, they drift closer to one another as time passes, though whether it’s habitual or instinctual Sam would never dare delve into."

flowers in darkness, the moon above the sea by 27dis

Sam enjoyed his job, really.

But, not when a certain person came in.

A quick detour and a sudden arrival by iwillnotbecaged for heuradys

He found Wilson shivering in the snow, left for dead. Sloppy.

You couldn’t trust the elements to do your job for you. They were rarely so obliging.

A mission gone awry, unexpected help, and close quarters makes for an interesting couple of days.

Don't lock the door on me by TuskFM

Sam’s desperately trying to sleep when he gets a visit from the Winter Soldier at three a.m., bleeding and asking for help. Sam’s not the kind of guy who let someone bleed out on his front door, even if the said someone threw him off an helicarrier and stole his wheel.

and i run, further than before by hermionesmydawg

"What do they call you?" Bucky carefully pulls out an equal amount of caramel and cheese kernels of popcorn and pops them into his mouth. "Birdman?"

"No."

"Captain Canary?"

"Hell no."

"The Winged Avenger?"

"Falcon, dammit, and I am not an Avenger," Sam snaps, and now he's kinda pissed because yes, it's a bird name. He didn't sign up for this kind of ridicule from an amnesiac assassin.

***

Basically, the 5 times Sam actually found Bucky and the 1 time he tried to hide from him. Don't tell Steve.

Exquisite Flavor by enchantedlightningwrites for honestlyfrance

W&M's Grand Corner's growing to be one of the popular restaurants in New York, where Sam Wilson works as a chef for his sister. A wedding's in a few weeks and he has no idea on what to do about it. Notorious for his picky taste and blunt reviews, Bucky 'Winter Wolf' Barnes pays a visit. Little did he know, food could really win one's heart and lands on his stomach.

He's a Beta, You Hear That? by 27dis

Reasons why Sam didn’t realize Bucky was courting him this entire time: 1. He is a beta 2. He is oblivious 3. He thought Bucky is way out of his league 4. He is a beta for fuck’s sake

See? It’s hardly his fault for not noticing it. Why was Bucky flirting with him anyw—

Oh. Oh.

Or; Bucky swore flirting with someone was never this hard before.

stay where we belong by glittercake

He doesn't know what the hell he's doing when he turns around and shouts, "Yo! You know what—" and Barnes turns on his heel in a flash, "It's getting late, man. Looks like rain."

Sam motions to the grey sky above, and Barnes follows his eyes beyond the hanging Willow branches. "Yeah? What are you saying?"

He's got that terribly smug look on his face, the one Sam can't stand but kind of misses when it's not irritating him. But mostly, he can't stand it, "Nothing! Forget about it!"

Arms Spread Out Wide, Turn Falling Into Flight by irisesandlilies

It was easy, nothing has ever been easy for Bucky. Except this, and that terrifies him.

Years in the making by glittercake

Bucky and Sam meet as two young soldiers, but the time is never quite right to make it anything more. Until it eventually is.

Sam refuses to let himself fall in love while he's deployed. Bucky pines endlessly for years about the prettiest bird he’s ever seen. Sam’s no better.

If At First You Don't Succeed by SonnyD

Bucky finally gains the courage to tell Sam about his feelings. He comes up with a list of methods to woo him that were bound to succeed. He didn't account for each and every one of them failing in unexpected ways. The five times that Bucky attempts to woo Sam and the one time that Sam returns the favour.

if i could take us back, if i could just do that... by safelikespringtime

Bucky laughed, cheeks flushing red, “I’m glad you didn't. Don't know what I’d do without my wingman.” Sam groaned, poking Bucky’s side, “That was awful.” Bucky laughed. “You couldn’t survive without me. We both know it.”

How right he was.

***

Sam dies. Bucky mourns.

Strawberries and Cigarettes always taste like you by winterscaptsam

There’s a sweet agonizing simplicity in leaving behind your safe haven, like the thrill of adrenaline, reaching the top of Everest, allowed to admire its beautiful icy view but with the everlasting fear of not making it back down. Maybe that's why it was a natural instinct for Bucky to reach out for the closest thing that felt like home, slowly then all at once falling for the sweet warmth of mahogany eyes, what soon became his safe haven.

Baked With Love by Siancore

Bucky Barnes’ family owns a bakery in a small town. High school has long been over, and Bucky is dying to move to the city to pursue a musical career with his band. And his future looks promising, if he can just persuade his father to let him leave his job behind at their struggling family bakery.

It is no secret that Bucky used to love baking with his father, but things change. He just can’t fathom wasting his life away watching rising dough and hot ovens. With his mind made up to leave, Bucky convinces his father to advertise for a replacement. While interviewing candidates to fill the position he has vacated, Bucky meets Sam Wilson: An easy-going guy who is as eager about baking as Bucky is about leaving. They bond over baking and become close. Love looks like it is ready to bloom between them if Bucky, in his haste to escape, does not ruin it.

Beneath this Crown by winterscaptsam

Sam traces his fingers from James’ hairline, down to his jaw, resting the pad of his thumb on James lips. He will let himself relish in this feeling. Not even the sculptors, painters or poets could carve their words and materials to accurately describe this.

“Do you think the history books will remember us?” Sam had once asked. And James’ words were made of the purest of golds, “my love, we will be legends for the children yet to come.”

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes' love story, one a prince and the other a knight.

make my body come alive (i've got a right to hurt inside) by notcaycepollard

The body is weak. The body is hungry and soft and human. He looks at himself in the mirror, the bones of his shoulders, his cheeks hollowed out from hunger, and he thinks, gentle, you didn’t deserve this.

safe like spring time by quidhitch

“I already told you it looks good. What more is there?”

“I don’t know, man, you’re gonna live here. I just wish I knew a little bit more about how that’s sitting with you.”

Sam knows Bucky feels fine. What Sam’s probably actually after is how he feels about the fact neither of them have anywhere else to go, not with Natasha dead and Steve wrinkly. Therapists. Even the good ones, always so circular.

“I like the terrace,” Bucky offers, mostly to appease him.

Airy Laundry by AmarieMelody

Sam watches what happens when Bucky buys a clothesline.

lucky by CapnWinghead

In retrospect, it took Bucky an embarrassingly long time to realize that everyone and Scott's mom thought he and Sam were dating.

not an end, but (the start of all things) by notcaycepollard

They keep driving, for lack of anything better to do. A mission, Sam had said, and maybe that's true; maybe wherever they're headed is the way out, the way up.

So You Run On Gasoline by 343EnderSpark, ABitNotGoodieBag, OriginalCeenote

Bucky may have bitten off more than he could chew with this job, he thinks, as he ambles along the sidewalk to the cafe after leaving campus. He is running off the fumes of exhaustion and hasn’t had more than 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep in the past week. Between his students and his thesis, he knows that it’s foolish to try so hard to hang on to his barista gig, but DC isn’t a cheap place to live and Bucky can’t live with other people.

Bucky is just trying his best, despite being a human disaster.

we could jump the state lines (we only get the one life) by notcaycepollard

It starts in Paris.

“You can’t steal things just because you like them,” Sam tells Bucky, feeling innately that this is a losing battle, and Bucky cocks his head to the side, considers Sam very thoughtfully.

“Really,” he says. “I’m stealing you, aren’t I?”

we were a fire with no smoke by notcaycepollard

Sam can’t help but roll his eyes. Take the boys out of New York but they’re still Brooklyn Catholics, that’s clear enough. Bucky catches the gesture, smirks hard enough Sam can see his eye teeth. It should be dangerous but he’s beautiful, pale and charming and recklessly easy.

“You wanna come in?” Sam asks, ignoring the noise Steve makes, and Bucky’s smile gets wider.

“Yeah,” he says. Steps up close to Sam. “I do.”

Peace Begins with a Smile by Siancore

Bucky just likes the way Sam smiles.

They're Good Drones, Brent by chase_acow

When Redwing becomes infected with an alien A.I., Sam has to balance the needs of the team with his own curiosity about his new partner. Redwing isn’t the only one acting strange, he also needs to get to the bottom of Bucky’s weirdness. It takes a training exercise gone wrong that Redwing and Sam might not survive for their secrets to be exposed.

Wet Asphalt (This Is What Love Is) by ObviouslyOtter

Soft words in the dark tell us all we need to know about love. Better when they come from the person you need to hear it from most. It's crueler when you don't realize it till afterward.

Sam and Bucky go out shopping for candles.

i'm gone by bi_marvel

After infiltrating a Hydra base, Sam and Bucky are sent to a safe house, and there's only one bed. Oh, golly, I wonder what will happen!

Covert Coffee & Flirtation Special by glittercake

The reporter says "—for Captain America to—"

And Bucky rolls his eyes. "Oh, here we go."

Sam looks at him then tips his head sideways, got a weird grin on his face. "Not a fan?"

"Not that. Just… the guy seems too good to be true, right? Wings and a shield? Come on."

"Uh, is that why your eyes are like glued to the screen whenever he's on?" Kate says. "Is that why you call him Captain Tight Ass?"

"He's a goddamn show-off, and you know it. Tight ass or not."

Just then Sam snorts, real loud, grabs his coffee and suffers a horribly controlled laugh on his way out the door.

The Starting Line by birdlight

A Series

Lone and Level Sands by quantum_consciousness

The almost-smile disappears off Sam’s face and he takes a step deeper into the water, and he starts unbuttoning his shirt as he wades further. One look over his shoulder and he chucks the shirt to shore, and Sam dives into the water. The ache in Bucky’s chest deepens as Sam swims. He supposes, Sam has lost a lot more, he supposes, sometimes Sam feels as lonely as he used to.

in which love doesn’t ruin us by joesnick

“Idiot,” Bucky said, so natural and deliberate that she couldn’t hear well but it was there. Relief and happiness under a small light. “Don’t do that to me again.”

“Hey, I’m here,” Sam said, before getting closer and pressing his forehead against Bucky’s. “I’m here.” They ran out of words. They didn’t need them, not at that moment. Their steadying breaths and their tenderness, saved only for each other and fed by each other, was all they needed.

Ride of Shared Melodies by enchantedlightningwrites for honestlyfrance

Two strangers, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson meet in an unexpected encounter in the airplane. Over the course of the ride, they discover their mutual love for music and connect.

Let's Fly Away by Unclesteeb

"If I could fly, I could go anywhere. I could do anything.”

Sam’s mom gives his shoulder a gentle pat. “You can in your own way.”

“How?”

“Sammy, all you have to do to be as free as a bird is to just do the right thing.”

Sam furrows his brow. “What does that mean?”

“Well,” Sam's mom starts. “The right thing is doing nice things for people. It's treating everyone how you would want to be treated. It's going out of your way to help people and love them, even if they're not nice to you at first or at all. People deserve love, and I know you have plenty to give.” She leans down to give his cheek a kiss. “All you have to do to find your wings and fly free is to just do what you feel is right. You have a beautiful heart, Sam. I know you'll use it the right way. Then you'll fly.”

Been one of those days (can I lean on you?) by hazel_eyed_bi

Sam and Bucky wrap up an exhausting, weeks-long mission, only to go back to their mutual pining while forced to share a bed at a crappy motel. Also, Nat knows what's up.

Find your love and fight for it by winterscaptsam

Sam learns to love again, quiet and composed. Love letters stay in between walls and stolen kisses don’t leave his apartment. It's not that it's a secret, loving Bucky the way he does, lord knows he’d scream it from the rooftops, travel all the way to space to let any living life form know it as well. But that’s the problem, he just doesn’t know how and it aches him to his core to keep Bucky like a secret, like this love is something to be ashamed of.

Sam decides it's about time to come out.

Kings of Everything by glittercake

Twenty-five years after the events at a popular New York Bistro, Timothy DumDum Dugan tells the true story of infamous mobster Jimmy Buchanan and the man he gave it all up for.

arson we commit by winterscaptsam

Bucky seeks adventure, reaches out for an adrenaline rush whenever he can get it and he reckons this fellow will be the one to give it to him. All sweet smiled and dolled up figure showing off his attributes. Like he’s daring anyone to take the rush.

So, Bucky goes and gets what he wants.

“What’s your damage, doll?”

Bucky is the hitman and Sam is the target.

The Boys of Summer by Siancore for avintagekiss24

Sam Wilson returns home to the small town he grew up in to complete his med school residency. He hasn’t been back for an extended amount of time since he left for college. While he only consistently kept in touch with childhood friend, Steve Rogers, he was keen to see the people he had grown up with. With the exception of Bucky Barnes. They had a falling out the summer before Sam left for college. What happened between them? Can they move past it now that they’re adults?

Sam's Plan by OhHelloFandoms123

“I have a plan,” Sam said smugly, hands on his hips. “I have a three-step plan for you to marry me.” At first, he thought he was joking. Then, he saw Sam’s genuine smile.

Bucky groaned, “there is no way in HELL that I’m marrying YOU, Wilson.”

Wreck In the West by OhHelloFandoms123 for honestlyfrance

There’s just something about leaning on his chest as the sun goes down and the smell of tea whilst into the air feels so amazing. And he was a wreck because of it, it tore him apart and put himself back together because it was so blissful, he almost couldn’t breathe at first.

Gay cowboy proposal.

Belonging Season by OhHelloFandoms123

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes have lived their most happy, married life for 70 years. Death won’t stop them today for living an eternity.

neverending; by glittercake

Sam passes away after a long and happy life with Bucky, but Bucky never ages and life keeps introducing him to Sam's reincarnates for the next 156 years.

Lighthouse by glittercake

This guy’s trouble. Bucky knows that in his bones. It’s not bad trouble, is the problem, it’s good. Sam is so goddamn inherently good and if Bucky even touches that with a ten foot pole—fuck if he even looks at it—it’ll turn to shit.

He can’t afford another move to yet another city because his colleagues started recognizing Brock’s fist prints on his face.

But Sam is a ridiculously bright glowing light, a beacon, and Bucky goes toward it like that idiotic moth to the flame.

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