#imagine her with the headphones that have cat ears on the top
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And lo, sass spaketh unto the void and said:
Twitch Streamer Sevika AU.
I don't think it'd be her full time gig. She doesn't strike me as the type to do that kind of shit full time. But she makes decent money off it because of all the poor, simping sapphics that follow her sldfjlsdkfjdlskfj.
She vapes on stream. She can smoke other shit, too, but please give me Sevika with a vape pen. It's so funny sldjflsdjfldsjfldj.
Also drinks on basically all her streams because this is her time to decompress.
She knows her followers are simps and she makes a point of flustering the fuck out of them because she thinks it's both flattering and funny.
I had a hell of a time figuring out what she'd play. Resident Evil 8 is a shoo-in, though. Probs plays a lot of horror or shooter games.
Sevika playing Among Us. Please. I need it.
gonna shout out @peppermint-squirrel for "Susvika"
She wouldn't use any of the accessories for her character bc she doesn't give a shit about it.
Plays Mario Kart once and never touches it again bc Jinx and Vi hop into the lobby and obliterate her and just generally shit all over her sldkfjsldfjsdlkfjdslfj.
I can absolutely see her breaking a controller in a moment of sheer rage.
I'll add onto this as I think of more, but yeah, Twitch Streamer Sevika, my beloved.
#sass speaks#sevika#imagine her with the headphones that have cat ears on the top#her set up would be so trash#like her tech equipment would be good#but no background decor#no cute chair or headphones#to be fair her appeal really isn't about set decoration#i want sevika and the reader to meet in an among us lobby#that way i can have the reader react to sevika's voice#like how everyone reacted to corpse husband's voice back at the start of the panny d#i so badly want sevika to play the cute relaxing games too#sevika playing stardew valley i cANNOT
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The Crow
Once again, I am using a fictional Chicago Grand Prix street race. Vegas GP doesn’t exist.
There’s a superstition among AlphaTauri fans that involves a correlation between how often Yuki’s girlfriend is seen, and how well race day goes.
formulawhat
formulawhat Salem’s appeared twice in the paddock this weekend. It’s gonna be a good one.
yooooma Our very own cryptid
kikiyeah counting her appearances like Yuki’s weekends depend on it.
formulawhat He’s gotten points every time we’ve seen her twice.
kikiyeah Start luring her out with cheese or something every weekend to make sure Yuki has a good race
spooks.mcgoo That’s insulting. I hear she prefers little cut fruits.
yukitsunoda0511
yukitsunoda0511 starting P16, Ready Chicago!
spooks.mcgoo Blocked
formulawhat The most loving death glare I’ve ever seen
yeeheehee She’s like when you see a cat about to knock a glass off of the counter and tell it to stop.
eeehhhh She doesn’t even look happy with him
yeeheehee You’d be surprised
spooks.mcgoo
spooks.mcgoo good luck sweetheart
yukitsunoda0511 I don’t need it today 😏😏
spooks.mcgoo I am the luck. 🫡
zhouguanyu24 Can you come to our garages next week?
formulawhat Fr. man needs all the help he can get
Yeeheehoo Ferrari needs you next
Salem watches from the garages. Everyone rushes around her in the race start, before settling down for a moment to watch as Yuki climbs the grid from his p16 starting position. With Liam close on his tail the two seem almost unstoppable.
Or as unstoppable as an AlphaTauri team can be.
Like a pair of tractors they mow into the midfield and up into the top ten.
Radios from both drivers play in the set of headphones Salem has on her head. At 27 laps, yet to pit, Liam is the first to experience problems. He started with softs, while Yuki is on mediums. Salem never got what the strategy was initially, but she can only hope it was a good one.
“Box box, Liam, box for mediums.”
At only tenth place, wether or not Liam would recover was a toss up. But they have 45 laps left and the car has performed well so far in the weekend. Yuki is left to push harder into the top ten, creating a buffer so that as he pits he can quickly recover.
“Time to see if Salem’s good omens can cover me too,” Liam’s tone is unsure. A nervous laugh covered the anticipation for a potentially botched pitstop.
He’s in and on his way in record time. Mechanics rejoice, celebrating what is possible the smoothest pit stop of the season.
alphataurif1
alphataurif1 double points in Chicago. Looks like liamlawson30 is finding his own stride flawlessly.
spooks.mcgoo 🐦⬛🐦⬛
formulawhat Get this woman some fruit alphataurif1
alphataurif1 formulawhat She already has plenty
formulawhat I am so fully intimidated by Salem.
Yeeheehee Imagine in nine-ish months we get a baby Tsunoda
spooks.mcgoo we will not be speaking this into existence.
Yeeheehee You right. That’s after a podium.
Salem makes herself busy. She left the paddock as soon as the race was over, planning some sort of homemade dinner. Her whole drive back to her hotel room was spent debating between picking up a pizza and putting together some pasta.
Her choice would be the Chicago style pizza. However, Yuki has been really into Italian lately.
However, there’s also a pizza place down the block from the hotel that’s known for their Chicago style pizza.
Salem sets the pizza box on the little hotel desk to the side of the bed. Yuki has already texted her a couple times, letting her know when he was done, asking why she left already, and letting her know that he’s on his way over.
She sits, cross legged, on the foot of the bed scrolling through Netflix as Yuki makes it back to the room and onto the bed beside her. Her attention doesn’t move from the tv.
“I got us pizza.”
Yuki takes her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her wrist, then her shoulder. “Not hungry,” he whispers in her ear.
If anything racing usually builds a ridiculous appetite. Even more than Yuki has. Salem doesn’t say anything. Nothing that her accusatory stare can’t say. His brown eyes are innocent. Kind of blank. But innocent.
“Not feeling pizza?”
“It looks great.”
He’s pulled her into his lap, his head on her shoulder and arms wrapped tight around her waist.
“You already ate,” Yuki avoids eye contact. Like a puppy that knows he’s done something wrong.
“Yeah,” he says, “Redbull had a lot of extra food.”
spooks.mcgoo
spooks.mcgoo that’s my guy
formulawhat Petition for a baby Tsunoda
spooks.mcgoo I will find you
formulawhat You said you wanted a baby Yuki. I’m just manifesting
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spooks.mcgoo Manifesting my foot in your back
lilymhe Name her after me
spooks.mcgoo Blocked. The whole of yous
kikiyeah it should’ve been me
yonerd Get this woman some Fruits
#yuki tsunoda#Yuki Tsunoda x OC#the streets said they wanted to know alt!reader’s name#Salem McCullough#yt22#f1 x oc
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happy pride! this is my second summer without tits, third on testosterone. sometimes the enormity of the international, intergenerational, interconnected, intersecting systems of privilege, power, marginalization, and oppression that shape who i am feels overwhelming and incomprehensible. gender-affirming care saves lives, as in i was unable to do the work of figuring out who i want to be until i could exist in a body that felt like my own. gender-affirming care saves lives as in i could not imagine a way to continue forward in the body i was in.
i grew up in a world that fundamentally failed queer kids like me, where the main comfort organizations could offer was the idea that "it gets better". i've spent most of my life dissociated, a messy combination of gender and neurodiversity and cPTSD, trying to make it to the "better". and now i'm here! in adulthood, learning to feel my feelings, trying to imagine a way forward. and it's still hard and it still sucks and sometimes i want to throw up hands up say this is it!? "it gets better" and this is all there is?
i believe all people should have access to the care that i've been lucky enough to access. i recognize it's an enormous privilege that i'm able to exist comfortably as myself now, but it really shouldn't be. it's so frustrating how obvious it feels that things don't need to be this way. but im also realizing that guilt and shame and self-flagellation won't actually contribute to the systemic change necessary to extend this privilege to more people.
i am committed to building towards a world where self-determination isn't a privilege at all but the baseline. and im still learning how to do that work in a way that's sustainable and realistic.
for today, i'll let myself take pride and joy and comfort in asserting. i am queer. and i am still here.
(she/they butch lesbian)
1. selfie, moss is outside with greenery in the background. they're wearing a black tank top that says stonewall in white font. she has long wavy black hair, an undercut, and faintly visible facial hair
2. selfie, moss is wearing denim overalls and her top surgery scars are visible.
3. mirror selfie in a dirty round pink mirror. moss is wearing jeans and a brown leather bulldog chest harness, visible top surgery scars and body hair. moss is also wearing over the ear headphones and is holding a blue journal. calico cat naomi is sitting on the corner of their bed. her room has strong autistic vibes, including a stuffed dragon on a shelf and posters of garnet from steven universe, superknova the korean trans girl musician, and ones that read "mutual aid is the future", "queer til death", and "rest is productive".
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My Choir Designs
Ocean
-Design mostly based on Tiffany Tatreau’s Ocean
-Straight orange hair that will go insane in the humidity (She always wears her hair down, like nobody has seen her with her hair up. Constance saw her in a ponytail ONCE.)
-Wears glasses (She literally just looks like the nerd emoji.)
-Has buck teeth (She was supposed to get braces but her parents spent lots of the dental money on a new bong.)
-Freckles everywhere
-Iconic headband
-Acne that she’s desperately trying to treat
-Wears her uniform very neat with a red bowtie.
-5’2
Noel
-Design mostly based on Kholby Wardell’s Noel
-Black hair (He cannot get it wet because he will literally just look like a wet cat)
-Black nail polish that always ends up chipping by the end of the day (He picks his nails).
-He has acne but tries to cover it with foundation.
-Foundation is the only makeup he will wear and he spends all morning trying to make it look less noticeable because he doesn’t want to get bullied.
-He has hairy legs because he’s too scared to shave (He does everything he can to hide them)
-Wears his uniform neat with a black tie.
-5’11
Mischa
-Design mostly based on Chaz Duffy’s Mischa.
-REALLY REALLY REALLY dark blonde hair.
-Iconic backwards hat (He cannot enter a public space without it).
-Promise ring from Talia.
-He has stubble because he hardly ever shaves.
-He has lots of body hair in general. (He hit a growth spurt at an early age)
-Eye bags because he just doesn’t give a shit about sleeping.
-He is a bit muscular but also a bit chubby.
-Wears his uniform in an unorganized way, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his top couple buttons are unbuttoned.
-6’0
Ricky
-Design mostly based on Scott Redmond and Yannick Robin Eike Mirko’s Ricky.
-Curly dark brown hair.
-They have noise-cancelling headphones that look like cat ears.
-Wears glasses
-Mostly uses a wheelchair because it makes communicating easier, whether it’s through ASL or through the AAC device.
-Speaking of their AAC device, it has stickers all over it, they’re mostly sci-fi themed, space themed, comic book themed, or cat themed.
-Wears their uniform pretty much the same way Noel does but they’ll occasionally wear the girls jumper under the sweater vest (They also always have cat hair on them, so they need to carry a lint roller in their school bag).
-5’8
Jane Doe
-Design mostly based on Emily Rohm’s Jane Doe.
-Light blonde ringlets + a black headband with a little bow.(Just imagine the 2016 wig)
-The doll has a white lacy dress with a black ribbon around the waist and black buttons.
-Her face is completely white minus her pink cheeks. Her lips are red and small. Her eyes are big and completely black (Light doesn’t even reflect off of them).
-The separation between her head and neck is cracks.
-There are cracks that start from the corner of her mouth and end under her chin. These cracks allow her to move her mouth to speak (They look similar to a marionette’s mouth).
-Her body is curvy and looks like a corpse.
-Her white shirt is replaced with a white blouse with puffy sleeves that get tighter around her wrists + platform Mary jane’s
-6’0 (6’4 with platforms)
Constance
-Design mostly based on Lillian Castillo’s Constance.
-Coiled black hair that fades into purple at the end (She always plays around with her hairstyle, sometimes its in space buns, half-up half-down space buns, one big bun, or just down sometimes.)
-Wears pastel jewelry.
-Her glasses are rounder than Ocean’s and Ricky’s.
-Nails always painted in pastel colors.
-She just likes decorating herself in lots of pastel colors in general (when she gets pimples, she wears those smiley face pimple patches).
-She is plus-sized (if you draw Lillian’s Constance, draw her plus-sized for the love of god)
-Her shirt is buttoned up but she always forgets her tie.
-5’4
Penny
-Design. Mostly based on Emily Rohm’s Penny.
-Really long brown hair (She hasn’t cut it since she was 14) usually done in twin braids + bangs obscuring her eyes.
-She wears goth jewelry that she always fidgets with (goth Penny is real TO ME).
-She secretly carries her doll in her backpack (Only the choir knows).
-She got pushed down the stairs a lot (before people started ignoring her) so she still has some injuries and bandages on her.
-Her body is curvy.
-She has hairy legs because she HATES how itchy her legs get after shaving.
-Again, her white shirt is replaced with a white blouse with puffy sleeves that get tighter around her wrists (the reason her shirt is different is because of her sensory issues) + platform Mary jane’s.
-6’0 (6’4 with platforms)
#ride the cyclone#rtc#st cassians chamber choir#ocean o'connell rosenberg#noel gruber#mischa bachinski#ricky potts#jane doe rtc#constance blackwood#penny lamb#legoland jacob richmond#rtc headcanons#ride the cyclone headcanons
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Hey, Is our bands name "Infamous" or can we choose ourself? I really like the idea of naming a Band "OverRated" just imagining going on stage and screaming "WE ARE OVERRATED!!!!" and everyone cheering. It's the kind of thing I find funny.
Anyway I like the characters so far, they have me all intrigued, I marked Seven with a big X bc I'm a sucker for enemy to lovers trope. Do you have any fun facts for our bandmates?
lol thats so funny and yes, you can choose the band name yourself. My friend has plans to call them "THE BAND"...just the band. So when they get introduced, "give a round of applause to the band!"
fun facts...
G: has a tattoo on the bottom of their foot of a cartoon cat sticking the finger lmao they also have one in the inside of their bottom lip that just says their name, they're very unserious (shouts to my sibling who has a tattoo in her inner lip lol)
G is also banned from a bar called Peekmans because they kept jokingly (and drunkenly) suggesting putting glory holes to the boss and the boss got so irritated by their persistence (they would find a way to slip it in any conversation. literally every one) that they just told them to never come back
August: August finds comfort in their headphones and they've had it for years and it only barely works. There's been multiple instances where someone walked in on them slamming their headphones against the wall and being like "???" only for August to put it to their ear and say "yeah, works now" and walk away
Victoria got scouted to model when she was getting groceries with her mom. She was around 16. At first she thought it was a scam but went through with it and the rest was history.
One of her biggest and most consistent rumors is that she isn't a natural redhead? She's threatened to show them the carpets match the drapes but obviously her team is like "absolutely not" (G finds the prospect and the fact that it bothers her that much hilarious))
Sebastian: Sebastian failed his driving test 6 times. cried actual tears of joy when he passed on his 7th. Also, he and his girlfriend at the time conceived Maya the same night he lost his virginity. talk about bad luck. (the fact that he had a baby before getting his license is a reoccurring joke between him and Maya)
Seven: Seven's favorite bands are Rancid and The Clash (they also secretly love like top 40s pop but their mUh ImAgE). When Seven was in the band with MC, they sucked really bad at the guitar. Now, they're pretty good in their new band, but they still don't do it often since their guitarist is miles better.
they can also play 'twinkle twinkle little star' on the piano and they're very proud of that
Orion: Orion used to work for a very popular record label before he saw MC's band and quit on a whim after the record execs said MC's band doesn't have the 'it-factor' Orion believes otherwise. He's very athletic and wakes up at five for a run and drinks those nasty egg yolk and blended food shakes. Terrifyingy disciplined man.
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Okay you all really liked both my Monster High costume re-design(?) and my Ever After High costume proposal, soeh... I'll just keep going! I refuse the connection of Winx and Netflix' Winx Saga, so I made some costume proposals for a show that would actually be just loosely faithful to the cartoon show. Enjoy!
(This is based on the 1st and 2nd season)
Bloom
I always saw Bloom as a down-to-earth (there's a joke in there somewhere, but I can't find it...) girl representing just the average teen discovering her magical abilities! I think the blue would clash on screen, so I decided to amp up the yellow accents.
I think this makes for a casual, modern Y2K-inspired outfit with trumpet-style denim pants (is that what they're called? honestly, I don't know anything about fashion), a yellow knit crop-top, yellow platform sandals, heart earrings and a heart pin, and a dark blue hair band.
Stella
I'll be honest, I never liked Stella's design all that much as a kid... I feel better about it now, but I still wanted to put her in a yellow sundress instead of her two-part outfit. I added a green cardigan to keep her original color scheme, and I thought those heels with sunflowers on were just to die for!
I would love to see her with a lot of sun and moon-imagery, and I think they'd be really subtle accessories in a live-action show - a chain belt, a necklace, earrings, and perhaps a bracelet. They may look like much, but since the dress and cardigan are plain, I think it'd end up looking quite lovely!
Flora
With Flora, my OG favourite, I went for a more bohemian style with a loose, knit crop-top and a ruffled, flowery pink skirt. I liked the idea of a more earthy color palette, having even the pinks muted.
I gave her flat shoes, which are more practical for gardening, and a scrunchie she could have around her wrist. I know her gardening is magical, but I just love the idea of her growing things organically too, and for that, long hair is better tied back a bit <3
Tecna
This one was soooo difficult to make, because there was a risk of making her look like a young Polish boy who just discovered Adidas... I think a light purple pixi cut would look so good paired with an angular, purple crop top and checkered (striped?) green shorts. I think the triangle earrings would work so well with this!
Her shoes are bigger, and I'd imagine they'd have some tech in them, just like the green watch - they're magical, of course! But also electronic? The glasses are just for inspiration on what she might be able to conjure with her magic, that's for CGI to work out tho xD
Musa
I honestly don't know if I could've made a more direct result... I don't think an IRL Musa would look good with those high pigtails, so I went for space-buns instead. The denim jeans are still baggy (why did I never notice you can see her underwear??), but I chose some that were stone-washed to give them some flair.
The top is more Chinese-inspired to make a connection to her heritage - I searched for almost an hour to find something I liked, and uh... the internet's nasty... I added a lot of musical elements, like a hairpin and a charm bracelet, since I don't really think it's obvious from her design alone that her magical connection is to music. Also, cat headphones. Because why not?
Layla/Aisha
I'll be completely honest, I've never liked Layla's (and yes, I'll refer to her as Layla, that's the name I heard when I grew up with the show) outfit - on itself, it's fine, but I was so confused by her magic when she first appeared. It was waaay later that I learned she has a connection to water (I know it's not directly water-magic).
I looked at her other outfits, and I don't really think any of them did her justice. She's such a cool concept, but I don't think the creators fully knew what to do with her from the start... Anyway, that's just speculation, that's not what you're here for!
I kept her original outfit with a pink crop top, but changed the cargo skirt for shorts (that's just more practical). Of course, we keep the leg warmers; they're iconic! I also added pearl earrings, because... ocean.
Yeah, I struggled with Layla, but I think she could be a JEWEL given a re-design - also in the plot. Keep her personality and backstory, tweak the powers, and the wardrobe changes would come naturally <3
#winx#winx redesign#winx saga#winx club#winx bloom#winx stella#winx flora#winx musa#winx tecna#winx layla#winx aisha#tv shows#nostalgic tv shows#2000s nostalgia#2000s kid#early 2000s#winx club fanart
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26. Feast
The Superhero Fest in Paris got off to an epic start. Especially when the villain mistook the cosplayers for the heroes and then went to great lengths to prove to Ladybug that she wasn't real. Only Lucky Charm convinced him, falling straight on his head.
All this time Alya was eager to film the battle, and Nino did not let her go. First of all, there was someone to film the battle, moreover, with much better technical means. Secondly, Alya also cosplayed as Ladybug today and risked being caught by the villain.
She somehow felt that it was worth making another costume. But friends, not yet initiated into the heroic secret, could not understand why she ignored the most popular heroine? So I had to spend several evenings looking through fanart on the Internet to find an option that would not look like either Ladybug, or Scarabella, or Mr. Bug - just in case. Fortunately, the imagination of the fans was working at the highest level, so there was a lot to choose from.
It turned out to be more difficult to change Nino's clothes. And this was one of the reasons why Alya still agreed to skip the battle and stay close to her Cat. So that no one would be jealous, she made her boyfriend her partner! And the fact that headphones with cat ears were bought on sale in a supermarket is already an insignificant detail.
- Let Ladybug win the battles at least sometimes, - Nino laughed softly.
He stood behind Ali, hugging her and resting his chin on the top of her head. His hair could be affected by this, but Alya looked at his clawed black gloves and somehow did not dare to look away.
As if the real Cat Noir never did this to his Lady.
- As if she can't win! Alya reminded, involuntarily looking in the direction from where the sounds of the battle were coming.
- But you can't, - Nino insisted. - So let's just have fun today. Now everything will return to its place, shops will open, and we will go to a photo shoot.
- What other photo shoot? - Alya was surprised, because she associated this word exclusively with Adrien's model life.
Her personal Black Cat fell silent for a moment, then cautiously continued:
- Have you forgotten? It's our turn to shoot with fans!
This was the idea of the organizers of this year's festival. The authors of the best costumes took photos as a souvenir with everyone who came - and there were enough of them to keep the pavilion empty almost 24 hours a day.
- If they didn't run away after the villain's attack, - Alya warned.
Although she also wanted to pose - she just had to watch herself so as not to accidentally act like Scarabella. When Alya put on a Ladybug costume - it doesn't matter if it's real or fan-made - it's like she becomes a different person.
- Taking into account the kind of advertising that Mark and Nathaniel did for us, on the contrary - everyone will gather, - assured Nino.
It was already a little alarming, because Alya had not seen that flyer and was afraid to imagine what her inspired friends had come up with.
- When did you make it?
Nino didn't even think to make excuses:
- Relax. It's our time to have fun!
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G'day Munsty!!
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You're a menace!!
1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?
Water bottles. I have a collection. It's starting to become a problem 🤣
4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?
"quiet" "a pleasure to teach" but also "has great potential but needs to apply herself more" "needs to focus in class" "excels at x but not yz" AKA all the classic struggles of an undiagnosed child with ADHD.
5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?
Tumblers count as plastic cups right?? because every drink I consume is put in one.
7. earbuds or headphones?
Headphones. Earbuds irritate my tragus and daith piercings and i have little ears so they're always falling out.
9. favourite smell in the summer?
The bush. Specifically the bush at our cabin in Echuca.
12. name of your favourite playlist?
"Car Songs" on my Apple Music.
13. lanyard or key ring?
Key Ring. I'd get caught left and right if I had a lanyard.
16. most comfortable position to sit in?
Cross legged. It's the only position that doesn't cause pressure on my hip so I'm always in it.
19. sleeping position?
On my back like a dead person 🤣
22. role model?
My grandma. I've looked up to her since i was about three. If I ever need advice, she's my first call.
25. first song you remember hearing?
The Little Mermaid soundtrack. That movie was on in our house on a daily basis.
27. favourite activity to do in cold weather?
Curl up on the couch in my Oodie and read
31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?
Honestly, no idea. I don't go out very much. Probably jeans and cool printed tee
34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?
NOT HAPPY JAN - Yellow Pages Ad - YouTube
Reading Writing Hotline.mpg - YouTube
Carlton Draught | "Big Ad" - YouTube
37. suitcase or duffel bag?
Duffel bag. I have become skilled at fitting a lot of clothes into one
43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?
Hoodie. Storm Hoodie to be exact
44. favourite scent for soap?
The Body Shop Satsuma and Lush Snow Fairy
48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?
I’d probably be a Mango because of how much I eat Mangos 🤣
54. what did you learn from your first job?
That Child Care is way more than just playing with kids all day. Some aspects of the job can be extremely hard.
59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?
“For Fucks Sake”
60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?
Ummmm… I don’t think I’ve ever seen any type of Anime. My brother would be so disappointed in me 🫣
63. five songs that would play in your club?
65. any permanent scars?
One on my left shin from where a top a chunk of skin out when I was shaving, a few in my knees from being a clumsy child and two puncture scars on my left hand from that time I rolled into my cat in my sleep when she was a kitten and squashed her
68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?
Sarsaparilla and Aniseed. That’s shits nasty AF 🤢
71. least favourite pattern?
Those bright trippy ones that make your eyes go funny. They give me migraines.
72. worst subject?
Funnily enough, English. I am a terrible speller and nothing ever made sense to me.
77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?
Pothos. It’s the one plant I can completely neglect and will continue to thrive if it’s in the sun.
84. podcasts or talk radio?
Podcasts. I can skip them if the topic is boring. Can’t do that with live radio.
88. your greatest wish?
Happiness. It’s basic yes, but all I really want in life is to be happy.
93. nicknames?
Munsty, obviously, and Chicken Lips or Chick. Thanks Mum 😐
96. desktop background?
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Good Little Pet
Satan x F!Reader - NSFW
WC: 2.5K
TW: pet play, anal play, choking, master/pet dynamics, maid outfits, light degradation, unprotected sex
A/N: I’ve been on a huge Satan kick lately. I roast the hell out of him, but would I still die to be his kitten? You bet! Sorry I’ve been MIA for a bit. I have so many fics I’m working on, and not enough time in the day. Thank you for all the support friends. <3 I see your tags and they honestly make my entire life! Also I did proofread this, but I’ve also been staring at it for a week so plz don’t hate me if there’s typos! :D
All characters are 18+
The House of Lamentation had been unusually relaxed today. Most of the brothers were out, leaving only three home. Surprisingly the room was mostly silent as Levi had his headphones on as he played his game and even Mammon had been quiet, as he fiddled with his D.D.D.
Satan thumbed through a mystery novel as he sipped his tea. Though he usually preferred to read in his room, the ambience here was relaxed enough for once, that he could focus.
Until the door opened and Asmodeus walked in, dragging you behind him laughing. The two of you had been out shopping and the stack of boxes you held towered above you.
"Ah, Satan could you help me with this?" You asked, giggling about something Asmo had said. Sighing as he placed his bookmark, Satan reached over to help you with the boxes, revealing your smiling face and the cat-ear headband you had on top of your head.
"Satan, isn't MC adorable as a cute cat?! Nya for us MC!" Asmo asked. You rolled your eyes, but put your hand up in a paw shape, letting out a sweet "nya". Satan's eyes widened and he could feel heat rising into his cheeks. He quickly turned around.
"Uh, yes of course. I'll be going back to my room." He placed the boxes on the floor and hurried away as you and Asmo looked at each other confused.
Satan closed his door behind him and pressed his back to the wooden frame.
Satan often considered himself to be more level headed than most of his brothers, but he couldn't deny his attraction to you. Still, he showed less emotion outwardly than the rest of the brothers and he prided himself in that. However, seeing you in those cat ears, giving cute little meows as your eyes gazed up at him? Satan could feel his growing erection tenting his pants.
He had seen one of Levi's games a while back that featured a cat girl in a scantily clad maid outfit on the front cover. Now, he pictured you in the same outfit, cat ears atop your head, your skimpy dress leaving little to the imagination as you knelt in front of him, your lips parted waiting for your master's orders.
Fuck. He let out a shaky breath as the image of you bent over his desk, collared and begging for him to fuck you now entered his mind. His hand slid down to his throbbing cock, desperately wanting release.
A knock at the door interrupted him.
"Satan? You left your book and your tea. I brought it for you." Your voice called out, tentatively.
Shit. Satan looked around wildly. before sitting at his desk to hide his obvious arousal.
"Come in." He called out hoarsely, hoping you didn't notice the quiver in his voice.
You opened the door, still wearing those damned ears and looked concerningly at him.
"Are you feeling alright? You rushed out of there and your face is really red." You placed his things on the desk as you walked towards him, avoiding the precarious stacks of books around the room. He quickly grabbed a book from the top of a pile and placed it on his lap as you approached him.
"I'm fine, just got lost in thought." He lied. You raised an eyebrow but didn't press it. The pile of books next to him chose that moment to clatter to the ground and before he could react, you knelt down in front of him to pick up the fallen books.
He looked down at you and bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. You looked up at him innocently, identical to the naughty visions of you in his mind.
You placed a hand on his knee and he let out a low groan. Your eyes widened.
"Satan? I-"
"Come down for dinner!" Asmo's voice chirped out from outside the door. You stood up and turned.
"Do you want me to let them know you're not feeling well? I can bring you something back."
Satan nodded. He had to really take care of the very pressing issue at hand and knew he wouldn't be able to sit through an entire agonizing meal.
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"Pass the salt, Asmo."
"I didn't hear a 'nya', MC." Asmo giggled, poking his tongue out at you. Your hand flew to your hair.
"I forgot I had these on!" You laughed.
"Let's hope Satan doesn't see those." Levi muttered.
You cocked your head. "What do you mean."
Levi's face flushed. "Uh...no reason, er, nothing!!!"
You narrowed your eyes at the reddening demon.
"Satan's obsession with cats doesn't stop at real cats. Didn't he get obsessed with that stupid cat girl game?" Belphie yawned, sliding his half-finished plate to Beel who dug in happily.
"You mean Neko Magic Maid♡. It wasn't even that good of a game!" Levi said, "It definitely wasn't as good as SuperStar Magic Maid…"
"Yeah. I don't think he was interested in the storyline." Mammon interjected, laughing.
Lucifer scolded the brothers for being crass but your mind wandered. Was that why Satan was acting so weird? After dinner, you headed to Levi's room.
"Hey Levi! I was wondering more about that game you were talking about? The catgirl one?"
Levi didn't even turn from his computer screen. "Yeah it's on that shelf. But if you really like the Magic Maid series you should start with Springtime Magic…AHHH HE'S RESPAWNED!" He yelled, ignoring you again for the game he was currently playing.
You grabbed the game and slipped out of his room quietly. Glancing at the cover you saw a cat girl dressed in a ridiculously short maid costume. Her ears and tail were perked up and she donned a black collar around her neck with a little bell and tag that read 'Master'.
You grinned as you headed to your room. This would be fun.
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"Satan?"
"Come in."
Satan turned the page in his book. Thankfully after that disastrous night, you hadn't worn that headband again, though he'd be lying if he said the image from you that day hadn't been filling his mind as he jerked his cock each night.
He heard you step into the room, but you didn't say anything. Looking up, his jaw dropped.
You were dressed in a maid outfit somehow more revealing than the one from the game. Your breasts were practically popping out of the dress, and the short skirt barely covered your ass. He could see the slight bulge of your thighs over top of your sheer thigh-high socks and he had the urge to bite that spot over and over.
You had the cat ears on again and as you walked towards him, he could hear a jingling noise. Glancing at your neck he saw a simple black collar with his name on the tag and a silver bell.
"MC what are you doing?" He breathed out shakily. You placed your hand on his chest, gently pushing him into his desk chair.
"Taking care of you…Master." You knelt down on the floor and looked at him expectantly.
Satan blinked rapidly. He had to be dreaming.
"Can I please you, Master?" You asked. He nodded, at a loss for words, and you began to unbutton his pants, freeing his rapidly hardening cock. Your hands wrapped around it squeezing, and you slowly moved up and down. Satan let out a groan.
You moved closer, pressing your lips to the tip of his cockhead before lapping at the beads of precum from the slit. You slid his length into your warm, wet mouth and looked into his eyes, swirling your tongue around his cock. This elicited another grunt from the blonde demon.
As you bobbed up and down on his length, he rested his hand on your hair, gently pushing you deeper on his cock. You moaned around him and the vibrations made his heart race. He looked down at you, and noticed the tail that led to under your skirt.
The realization set a switch off in his brain. He bucked his hips, forcing more of his cock into your mouth.
"Ohhhh fuck. That's it kitten. You like choking on Master's cock?" He asked, his fingers gripping tightly to your hair. You could only gag around him as a response, and the noises you let out were absolutely sinful.
"Such a good little pet. Your throat is squeezing me so well, kitten. But you can go deeper, can't you? Don't you want to please your master?" He asked.
Frantically you nodded and forced even more of him down your throat, trying your best to breathe out of your nose. As you tried to pull back, his grip tightened, holding you firmly in place. Your eyes watered as you felt his cock throb in your throat and your vision blurred, from tears or lack of oxygen, you weren’t sure. He pulled back and you gasped for air, tear streaked face looking up at him. Satan panicked, apologies already forming in his head before you grinned and pulled him back into your mouth.
“Fuuuuck, such a good kitten. Addicted to master’s cock.” Satan groaned out, his eyes closing as you found your pace on his length. He could feel his release creeping up on him, a fiery feeling in the core of him as your mouth enveloped his cock. The room filled with soft pants and the jingling of the bell around your neck. He met your eyes as you continued to take him deeper. He wouldn’t last much longer if you kept like this.
“That’s it kitten, that’s it. You want master’s milk? Want your cute belly full of your master’s cum? Tell me, kitten.”
You whined around him, releasing his cock from your lips.
“Please master. Need to please you. Want your cum.” Your eyes were glassy with tears and drool dripped down the corners of your plump lips. Satan wished he could snap a picture of you looking so lewd.
“Good girl. Milk my cock kitten. Milk my fucking cock.” He gasped as you sped up around him, sloppier and more vigorously than before. Spit coated your chin and spilled onto his thighs as you wrapped your tongue around his cock.
“FUCK! Fuck, just like that!! Oh fuck, cumming!! Take it all, kitten. Fucking take it.” Satan wailed, his muscles tensing as he shot load after load down your throat. You struggled to swallow everything, with some dripping off your lips. Breathing hard, he scooped it with his finger, pushing it back into your mouth.
“Don’t waste a drop kitten.”
You sucked on his finger, a content smile on your face. He reached down, tugging your wrists and pulling you to your feet.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you kitten? Oh no...I want to explore every little bit of you.” He whispered, bending you over his desk. Flipping up your skirt he admired as the tail slid into your ass and gently tugged it, pulling a low moan from you.
“Such a naughty kitten. I can’t wait to fill all your holes with my seed.” He said, his hand palming your ass, before smacking you hard. You jolted forward with a soft whimper. He tugged at your tail again, chuckling as you squeezed your thighs together.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already squirming.” His fingers pressed against your drooling cunt. “Already this wet, just from a few tugs on your tail? What a slutty little pet you are.”
You moaned as he pressed his fingers into your cunt, the slick arousal easily letting him into you. He slowly pumped in and out of you as you attempted to grind against his palm, whining when he gripped your hips, stilling you.
“Look at you, kitten. Debasing yourself just to get off. How filthy.” His voice was sadistic and yet your body trembled with desire under his touch. Your brain was hazy with his fingers rhythmically plunging into you and all you wanted was for him to use you for his pleasure.
“Please Master. Please touch me.” You pleaded, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled his fingers out of you. He pushed you down on the desk, as he pressed his cockhead against your entrance.
“Beg.”
“Please fuck me master. Please let me cum around your cock. I need you so bad, sir – FUCK!”
Satan slammed his cock into you, causing you to cry out. His hand gripped your hip as he fucked himself deeper into you.
“Scream as loud as you want kitten, no one is going to hear you through the spells in this room. You’re clenching around me so deliciously, pet.” His fingertips bruised your skin and papers and books were knocked off the desk as he slammed into you over and over.
Your body shook and you felt so full with his cock in your pussy and the plug in your ass. You felt stretched to your limit and still he pressed on, fucking you until you saw stars.
“I can feel the pressure of your tail plug through your delicious cunt, kitten. Doesn’t it feel good to be so full? You’re such a lewd little kitten, aren’t you?” As he taunted you with his words, his fingers danced around your clit, causing your legs to feel like they were giving out. Relentless, he continued pounding into you as tears fell from your eyes.
“So, so full. So good, master! Your cock is so perfect, Master.” you babbled, your brain delirious with lust. The fire burning in your core was so overwhelming, your body ached for more and you needed him, needed your master to push you over that peak.
Satan growled, feeling his demon form activate. His tail wrapped itself around your neck, holding you in place as he wrecked you.
“Your lewd little pussy is fluttering around my cock, kitten. Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum for your master’s cock?” He panted out. He was close, apparent as his thrusts became harder and faster.
“Yes please Master. Let me cum on your cock!” You choked out, his tail tightening around your throat. Your eyes fluttered as you felt back arch.
“Cum for me, pet.”
That was all it took. You wailed as your cunt clenched around him, creaming around his cock. Your body convulsed and you felt dazed as you gushed around him.
“Fuck, kitten!” He groaned out. His hand slammed you down as he unloaded into you. He was so deep, you could practically feel his cum in your belly as he shot ropes of his hot seed into your body over and over. After what felt like a lifetime, he slowly slid out of you.
Picking you up he delicately placed you on his bed, wiping aways the traces of cum that dripped onto your thighs. He gently worked your tail plug out and placed it on the desk before covering you with his sheets.
“You did so good for me, kitten.” He whispered into your skin. Your eyes were too heavy to open, so you just smiled sleepily and curled into his chest. Running his hand through your hair, he undid the cat ear clips and placed them on his nightstand before succumbing to exhaustion, his whispered words barely audible.
“Good little pet.”
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modern!au random quirks headcanons for the aot veterans
i’m back bitches with more brain rotting headcanons (if you want to see the ones for the 104th they’re here and if you think i should do some for the warriors then let me know!) - mac
masterlist
erwin smith:
erwin has the loudest fucking sneezes, like you jump out of your skin when he does it.
definitely texts with proper grammar and punctuation. never used an emoji in his life.
eats pizza with a knife and fork.
don’t ask him to take a picture of you. it will be blurry and his finger will be in the frame (why do all my headcanons make him sound like a grandpa lmao.)
doesn’t have spotify/apple music because he still listens to cds!! he’s got a massive collection of them hoarded in his house and car (don’t you dare put a cd in the wrong case unless you want to feel his wrath.)
levi ackerman:
he has every group chat he’s ever been invited to on mute. would only ever open them just to get rid of the notification bubble.
talks to children and babies like fully grown adults.
wears headphones even if he isn’t listening to music so strangers don’t disturb him.
levi’s also the master of untangling headphones, or anything that needs untangling for that matter (he’s petra’s go-to necklace untangler.)
paints his nails black and wears a few rings on each hand “because it will hurt more if i ever need to punch someone.” (“okay but the nail varnish??” “oh that’s just because i think it looks hot.”)
hange zoe:
never shuts up about conspiracy theories - even if they don’t believe them they’ll spend hours watching videos about them on youtube (“moblit did you know that beyoncé is part of the illuminati-” “go to sleep hange it’s 3am.”)
is double jointed and isn’t afraid to show people at the strangest of times (“hange no one at the store wants to see how you can twist your body into a pretzel!”)
refuses to go to a doctor unless they’re on the brink of death. not to mention they’re the most accident prone person on this planet (moblit suggested that they wrap them self in bubble wrap - they actually did it much to his dismay.)
has three cats with really human names if that makes sense?? probably called phil, sandra and dave.
will only eat cereal at night. they will refuse it for breakfast but will eat 3 bowls between 9pm and 11pm.
mike zacharias:
i saw this drawing once of mike doing woodwork and i have come to the conclusion that yes, he is a DIY husband! he makes gifts out of wood for his friends but he will also put together your IKEA furniture, fix your boiler and put up that shelf you’ve been meaning to put up for 8 months. he’s just the best.
go-to person if you ever can’t open a can or a lid. mike is undefeated when it comes to opening things.
he and erwin definitely got drunk and dressed up in drag (petra did the makeup and nanaba has pictures.)
cracks his knuckles like 5 times a day. if you ask him he’ll crack your knuckles for you.
is the person who will ask what drinks people want and make them for everyone (he’s a sweetheart.)
moblit berner:
definitely has a karaoke sesh every time he’s in the shower. hange has secretly recorded for blackmail purposes.
is that person who locks their car doors twice for good measure.
bought a pregnancy pillow because he likes to be comfy.
took a first aid course because he was sick and tired of hange burning them self every time they cooked dinner.
mixed a bunch of spirits together once and called it his ‘cocktail of death.’ he had to get his stomach pumped the very same night.
nanaba:
get her to braid your hair, she’s amazing at it. she can do really cool french braids and fish braids and it looks so pretty !!
definitely the ‘mom’ friend. always the designated driver (okay but imagine nanaba having to put up with a drunk erwin and mike that’s so funny - “erwin did i ever tell you that i fucking love you so much?” “oh mike, buddy, i love you too.” “okay lovebirds it’s time for bed.” )
bakes a lot and makes the best fucking brownies and cakes ever. every weekend she will bake and bring whatever she makes into work on monday and everyone loves her for it.
can fall asleep anywhere. mike once found her asleep on the floor next to her bed because she was too tired to get into the bed itself.
has a knack for interior design. knows what looks good and what matches. her house looks like an IKEA showroom.
petra ral:
okay but why can i see petra going to zumba twice a week?
snorts when she laughs. she’s also got that kinda laugh that makes you laugh yourself so you just spend 10 minutes laughing for no reason.
wears cute dangly earrings all the time. always got the perfect manicure too (”just in case i need to scratch oluo’s eyes out for looking at my ass for the tenth time today.”)
you know when you walk past a stranger and get a whiff of their scent and it’s like, really nice? yeah, petra is that stranger.
organises the birthday cards and secret santa for her friends and workplace every year.
oluo bozado:
probably drives just over the speed limit because he thinks he’s cool (until he gets pulled over and given a ticket lmao.)
drenches every meal in mayonnaise. doesn’t season his meat either (disgusting.)
won’t open doors for people unless he thinks they’re attractive.
obnoxiously yawns loudly and probably chews with his mouth open (apologies to oluo fans, i just see him as being super fucking annoying ahahah.)
cuts the crusts off his sandwiches. also refuses to eat the crust on pizza.
gunther schultz:
made an instagram for his dogs. doesn’t even have a personal instagram, he just wants the world to see how cute his dogs are.
if you’re on a roadtrip, pass gunther the aux cord, he’s got the best taste in music.
always wins card games - from poker to UNO, he will always win.
has loads of old gaming consoles for nostalgia purposes. he is unbeatable on smash bros and mario kart, don’t even attempt to challenge him - you will lose.
such a good cheesy party dancer. pulls out the moonwalk and the robot every time.
eld jinn:
always wearing plaid?? does he own anything else? We will never know.
gives everyone head pats and fist bumps.
will do that really annoying thing where he goes ‘what’s that on your shirt’ so you look down and he flicks your face with his finger.
touches the top of the door frame every time he walks through one.
if anyone ever asks him to do something, he responds with ‘yes chef’ (and on that note, watches loads of gordon ramsey. quotes him at least 6 times a day - including calling oluo an ‘idiot sandwich.’)
#this was so much fun to do#i love these losers so much#i hope the rest of you enjoy these#also nanaba doesn't have a last name and that upsets me more than you can imagine#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#snk#erwin smith#levi ackerman#hanji zoe#mike zacharias#moblit berner#nanaba#petra ral#oluo bozado#gunther schultz#eld jinn#attack on titan headcanons#tw alcohol
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picos school trauma coping head canons because this is how I decided to spend my Thursday afternoon!
obviously CW for the events of picos school, drug use, discussion of trauma, self harm and also repressed memories.
pico
pico often copes through a sort of exposure therapy by using his guns, it also helps to let off some extra steam.
he also tends to use weed as an escape but he does this far less often due to how often he gets really bad trips
one thing he does a lot a lot is try and find some high up area like a rooftop or something and try to take in the view. pico either does this to get his mind off things or so he can mull over his thoughts in a constructive manor away from anyone who he could lash out on.
this one is a really niche one but I have this really specific hc where he wears cat ears and a maid outfit as a comfort blanket. it makes him feel pretty :3 this one probably doesn't happen often tho.
one of his big ones is making humor out of his trauma, not all of the jokes are funny but y'know, you can't win e'm all. he does this most frequently with nene who tends to be the best with this type of banter.
Nene
Like i said earlier she often tends to talk to pico about these types of things, jokes, vents, whatever she’s feeling at the time she finds most comfort in pico’s company when upset or stressed.
Nene used to self harm often(but you already knew that) but recently she has been getting far better and instead of knives n shit she tends to use a slap bracelet and rubber band so she can negate the damages. Of course it isnt as good as not harming herself at all but its doing well.
She definitely takes self care days, yaknow all the good shit. Bubble baths and manicures, the works. One of her favorite face masks is a sparkly pink one that is labeled “bubblegum rose” scented.
She definitely pulls the other two to do this stuff with her (sometimes a makeover too if they aren’t too prickly about it)
Nene probably also hugs her plushies really hard when she has trouble sleeping at night, i can imagine she also keeps on a nightlight.
Darnell
Darnell doesn’t actually remember the shooting due to repressing those memories, despite this he’s deathly afraid of the sounds of gunshots and blood.
This gets really bad around fourth of July because he suddenly gets really stiff and starts shutting down from all the noise, but he doesn’t even know why. So usually what he does is put on some noise canceling headphones. gets under his covers with a notebook and recites mathematic equations, or just looking at whatever’s online.
He often finds most comfort in holding his friends or being held. Being touched in general brings most comfort, hand holding, shoulder tapping, using other people as an armrest(mostly pico) whatever is most convenient. As long as he is touching someone and knows they’re present. Its never in a sexual way tho Darnell is just a clingy man.
Lots of stimming, all the stims. He often scratches at his jeans or something else rough, but he also does the classic arm shaking stim a lot too but he tries not too since carpal tunnel is assumably not fun.
One of his biggest stims is probably flicking a lighter on and off (i think i talked about this earlier)
Similarly to pico he also likes getting on roofs to sit and reflect, he also stares at camp/bonfires frequently because fire pwetty.
One long night darnell got worried for pico since he had been gone all night when they had plans. He went looking for pico the entire night and soon found him on top of a skyscraper just staring at the city scape. Darnell asked him what he was doing here pico simply told Darnell “has the best view in philly, i come here to think sometimes” Darnell was invited to join him with a quiet patting of the concrete right next to pico. They sat there quietly, thinking and pondering for most of the night. This quickly became one of their favorite pass times.
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Five More Minutes With; Diego Hargreeves
A/N: Hey again! Another little imagine I’ve had in the drafts for a while. This came a little later than I thought it would because I have the idiotic and infuriating tendency to not save my work when adding onto drafts. So I had to write half of this shit over again and I was pissed. On another note, there’s a POV change once the reader wakes up, because writing in third person gets annoying and mundane sometimes. Anyways, I know it’s kind of not supposed to happen in writing but...There’s no rules here! Enjoy!!!
*Gif by @sebastianstaan
Diego’s eyes flutter open, blinking quickly in an attempt to get used to the morning light shining through the room’s window. The alarm clock beside him lets him know it’ll sound in twenty minutes. There’s really no point in even setting it, he thinks, because waking up with the sun is just about second nature by now. The habit of waking up this early has been instilled since childhood, so why bother trying to rid of it now? Besides, getting up at dawn means at least half an hour of just laying in bed. Which might be completely mundane and boring if it weren’t for her.
She has a leg thrown over his abdomen and an arm haphazardly splayed across his chest. Her skin is hot, despite only wearing his shirt and some shorts. It’s a bit suffocating, the way she’s rolled practically on top of him during some odd hour of the night and found it comfortable enough to stay there. But Diego doesn’t mind. With her face on his chest, he can adjust himself just right to admire her squished left cheek and pouted lips against his skin.
He glances at the alarm clock one more, letting out a sigh knowing he may as well turn off and get up considering it’ll sound in another seven minutes. He moves his hands the her waist, gently pushing her in an attempt to move her sleeping form off of him. It takes a little effort considering the dead weight from her slumber, but he’s almost moved her enough for him to be able to squirm out from under her. Just a smidge more and-
“Mmmph” Her frustrated huff startles him, but he grins anyway as her long eyelashes begin to flutter open. She rubs her eyes with a yawn, squinting her eyes as she looks up at him with a tired smile.
“Watching me sleep Hargreeves?”
“Can you blame me? Look at you.”
You roll your eyes with a scoff, knowing damn well you look like a hot mess with your curls all over the place.
“Ever the flirt. Are you leaving?” You can’t help but let your smile drop when he nods.
“Gotta get a workout in before I run some errands. But I’ll be back in an hour to shower before then.”
“Errands?” You question through a yawn, narrowing your eyes when he shifts uncomfortably underneath you before he speaks.
“There was a home invasion last night, and I think it might be connected to a break-in from the other wee-”
“Save it Batman, can’t you just sleep in for one morning? It’s Sunday, normal people don’t wake up at the ass crack of dawn on Sundays.”
“Well I’m not normal baby, I’m Batman.”
“Just five more minutes, please Di?” You’re still groggy, but that doesn’t stop your arm reaching up to run your fingers through his bed head, smirking triumphantly when he hums at your touch.
“You’re evil, you know that? You know exactly what you’re doing right now.” He rasps as you giggle, shuffling so you’re back on top of him as you were before. Tracing soft kisses along his jawline, the familiar sensation of his morning stubble soothing you.
“And you haven’t slept past 5:30 since you were born, just rest baby. The gym and the cracked out criminals will still be out there when you wake up.”
“Fine. But j-just five more minutes.” He manages to mumble out as his eyes close, the steady work of your fingers and lips lulling him to sleep before he can hear your response.
“Five more minutes.”
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Diego stirs to the sound of humming and a familiar blend of scents permeating the room. Is that bacon and...pancakes? A surge of panic momentarily floods his senses, anticipating his father’s shout calling him and his siblings to rush to the table for breakfast before morning training.
He’s reminded of his surroundings mere seconds later when he opens his eyes, stretching with a dopey smile as he stares at the woman in front of him. Bare feet pattering around his kitchen as if it’s her own. His shirt on her just covering her shorts, the fabric swaying with her as she moves her hips and bobs her head softly to the music playing through her headphones.
“Shit! Oh, sleeping beauty rises. You know, I’m starting to think you have a staring problem.” She teases as she looks up after knocking a measuring cup on the ground.
“Just taking it all in baby.” She feels her cheeks heat up under his gaze, head propped up in his hand as he lays on his side to admire her. Skin illuminated by the morning light in an angelic golden brown glow.
Y/n opens her mouth to quip back but is interuppted by the mans sudden panic once he glanced at the bedside clock.
“Shit! It’s half past ten, why didn’t you wake me?” He scrambles out of bed as he speaks, hurriedly tugging on the sweats he had discarded the night before. Frantic movements coming to a haunt when a steady hand is placed on his chest.
“Hey, relax. Just sit and have breakfast with me for a bit. Gotham won’t fall apart with a couple hours to fend for itself.” His mind is still racing with things he has to do while she speaks, tasks he’s been meaning to get to for the past week whirling through his head. His troubled thoughts are ceased when her soft lips connect with his.
She’s evil, because he’s melting into her touch when she wraps her arms around him. Deepening the embrace and effectively consuming each and every one of his senses. Pushing against him lightly so his knees hit the back of the mattress so she can settl herself on his lap. Neither pulling away for air as his fingers trace the soft bare skin just under the hem of her shirt.
“Morni-oh! Kinky!” An all too familiar voice calls out as they burst though the doorway. Y/n pulling away with a chuckle as Diego groans.
“Morning Klaus.” She chuckles, not having to turn around to know the eccentric number three has already thrown himself into the armchair by the stairs and made himself comfortable.
“Go away Klaus.” Diego grumbles, frowning when the woman above him dodges his attempt to continue their make out session.
“Seriously, don’t let me interrupt. I’m fine to watch if-Christ on a cracker!” Klaus is interuppted by the whizzing of a blade just barely missing his ear and hitting the wall behind him with a clink.
“Diego! Play nice, I invited him.”
“Yeah Diego, play nice.”
The knife wielding brunette rolls his eyes at Klaus’ childish echo of his girlfriend’s scolding, tugging on her forearm and pulling her back into his lap when she tries to get off of him. She narrows her eyes at his actions, but leans in to place a couple short pecks to his lips nonetheless.
“Again, I hate to interrupt you two horny love birds...But I think the bacon is burning.”
“Son of a bitch!” Y/n scrambles off of Diego, him letting her get fully off his lap this time as she rushes over to turn off the stove. Tossing the contents of the pan into the trash bin and putting on a new batch with an exasperated sigh. Diego hurriedly searches for a shirt while her back is turned, thinking he can sneak out the door whilst she’s distracted.
“Diego Hargreeves, if you leave this room without eating you’ll be a very horny lovebird for the next two weeks.” The woman informs him without looking, Klaus giggling as he ceases his search for a shirt with another groan. The two brothers silently fighting to sit at the head of the small table. Klaus able to dig a bony elbow into Diego’s stomach and sit down as he blows a raspberry at him. Offering his brother’s girlfriend an innocent smile when she turns around with full plates in her hand.
“Eat.” She mumbles to a very grumpy looking Diego as she kisses the corner of his mouth. He sits down with a huff, willing his pink tinged cheeks to return to normal as Klaus smirks beside him.
“Alright, bacon will be a bit late but the waffles and hashbrowns are done. Klaus put more on your plate, when was the last time you had a hot meal?”
“Hmm, I don’t know...What year is it?”
She rolls her eyes, but adds another waffle onto his plate anyway. Smacking his hand and ignoring his cat-like hiss when he tries to scrape the assortment of chopped fruit off his plate.
Diego can’t help but let his heart swell when she ruffles Klaus’ hair as he stubbornly shovels a forkful of strawberries into his mouth.
Even when they give her shit, she truly cares about them. She’s much too good for him, too patient, too kind. He has to take her out more, he thinks. Buy her dinner, a new dress maybe. But all the money in the world wouldn’t be enough to express how he feels about her in this moment. Wearing his shirt, sleeping in his bed, it’s all too much for his heart to handle.
“Take a picture Diego, it’ll last longer.” Klaus teases through a mouthful of waffle, whining when Diego smacks the back of his head at his words. Was he staring at her for that long?
Y/n sits beside him, taking a bite of her food in hopes that it will hide the blush of her cheeks at Klaus’ words.
“Is the food okay?” She inquires when Klaus begins bickering loudly with the wall behind him, Ben no doubt having scolded Klaus for his comment.
“Hmm? Yeah, it’s great. Really good.” Diego rushes out, mind trained on the thought of her always being here instead of staying a few nights a week.
“Good, I presume it’s better than raw eggs and-”
“Doyouwanttomoveinwithme?”
“W-what?” Y/n raises her eyebrows in shock, not sure if she’s heard him right since he’s blurred the words out so fast.
“You know, do you want to stay here. S-sleep here. Not just sometimes, l-like every day. Do you want to move in?” He stutters out, the arguing going on only white noise as he tries to read her facial expressions when processing his words.
“You don’t have to, I-I I’m just saying you’re here a lot and...I like when you’re here. And I w-want you to be here not just sometimes, I want you here all the t-
“Yes, yes I’ll move in with you Di.” She interrupts with a laugh at his rambling. The man no doubt looking and sounding like a nervous wreck at his attempt to find words.
“Cool.” He deadpans, grinning when she giggles more at his change in demeanor. Nerves washing away when she kisses him.
“Now help me with the dishes Hargreeves.”
Maybe sleeping in isn’t so bad after all
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Bucky Barnes Oneshot
Warnings: some language, excessive sun exposure, nudity (but no smut)
Word count: 5.4k (why am i like this)
A/N: This fic is very self-indulgent - it’s short on plot and long on summer vibes. Also, this is a reader insert fic, but I hate writing Y/N and using second person narration, so reader has been given an ‘Avenger alias’. Hope you like it. :) Basically, Bucky deserves this, and we deserve for summer to never end. <3 I hope you all enjoy it, and as always let me know what you think!!
P.S. here’s the playlist inspired by this fic
“Geronimo!”
Sam’s battle cry is the only warning before he takes the plunge; Bucky scrambles from his place on the boat deck, shielding his book with his towel and his hands in a last ditch effort to save the pages from water-logged ruin. He scowls as Sam resurfaces, breaching the water with a laugh and blinking to clear his eyes.
“Hey - watch it, bird brain.” Thankfully, his copy of Ender’s Game remains safe and dry, despite Sam’s carelessness. Wiggling his hips, Bucky scoots further back on his towel, away from the edge of the boat and hopefully out of the splash zone.
“You’re the one complaining about getting wet at the lake, Barnes,” Sam quips back, lazily swimming towards the ladder. “I’m not to blame here.”
“Doesn’t mean I want my book getting wet,” Bucky mutters. A bead of sweat slides down his neck - several beads actually; he can feel how flushed his face is in the dog day heat of a July afternoon. As he lays on his belly, pineapple printed beach towel spread underneath him; his sunglasses slowly slide down the bridge of his nose, his face too slick with sweat to hold them up properly.
“C’mon, guys,” Steve sighs. He couldn’t look less concerned if he tried - long limbs sprawled in the water, his star-spangled ass wedged firmly in a neon blue floatie, a can of beer in one hand. A pink patch of color has bloomed on his chest and spreads across his shoulders with each passing hour, despite regular reapplication of his sunscreen. “Can we not do this all weekend?”
“Mm, I’m with Steve,” a voice pipes up, languid and sleepy, from the sun deck along the top of the boat. “I don’t wanna listen to you two bickering for the next three days.”
Bucky’s mouth goes even dryer and his cheeks burn with a different kind of heat, tongue thick in his mouth at the sound of her voice. Embarrassment creeps up in him - why does he always let Sam’s ribbing get to him, damn it?
“Hey - he started it, Angel,” Sam holds up his hands in surrender, his own towel draped across damp shoulders. There’s a crystal droplet of water on the tip of his nose. “I’m just trying to have a good time.”
She peeks over the ledge from her coveted sunbathing spot, pushing her oversized sunglasses up on her head so she can fix him with a skeptical pout. Bucky rolls a couple inches sideways, leaning on one elbow to lift his gaze up to her. The sun blazes behind her, casting a vivid white corona of heat; the baby blue lurex of her bikini glitters against her skin, her limbs shining with coconut oil and sweat. She’s gathered her hair up on top of her head, but a few adorable baby hairs have escaped at the nape of her neck and her temples, curling sweetly in the humid, hazy air.
She’s only been with the team for a few months - new to the Avengers, and to superhero-ing in general. Operating alone for years, and cleverly flying under the radar, she’d found Tony Stark waiting for her in a refugee camp on the coast of Greece with a disturbingly complete dossier on her, as well as a job offer. Within moments of meeting her, the team dubbed her “Angel” - in slight awe at the way her glowing fingers healed Clint’s broken ones during their brief introductory handshake. From then on, she’s been their undisputed MVP, saving their accident-prone skins so many times they’ve already lost count.
“You know - that smells like bullshit, Sam.” The barest hint of a smirk tugs at her mouth, and even squinting in the sun her eyes are bright.
Sam sputters, playing at mock offense.
“Excuse me?” he says, a hand pressed to his heart.
“Just leave Bucky alone,” Angel rolls her eyes, letting her sunglasses drop back to shield her from the glare off the water. “And Steve? You might want to use a higher SPF, or you’ll need me to heal that later.”
Satisfied, she stretches back on her towel up on the sun deck, one arm long and lazy above her head, the other reaching for her phone - restarting one of her podcasts, Bucky thinks. Tiny wireless headphones tucked in her ears, she’s always listening to them; there’s a true crime one that she loves, but he can’t remember the name. Looking down at his chest, Steve seems to just notice the ripening sunburn on his skin. With a sigh, he flips himself out of the inner tube and into the water, swimming the short distance to the boat and pulling himself up the ladder in search of sunscreen.
Bucky ducks his head back down to his book. He tries to read, focus his eyes on the words in front of him - but, surprisingly, he’s almost too relaxed. He feels heavy, lazy, down to his bones; his eyelids droop and the words on the page run together. It’s not unpleasant, though - the heat has soaked right through his muscles, and for the first time in ages he finds that he’s not sore, not aching. Just a little tired, like a cat in the sun. Stretching and settling on his towel, he tucks his head in the nest of his folded arms and closes his eyes.
When Angel had proposed a lake weekend, inviting the team out to her family’s place in the woods, everyone had leapt at the idea. A few days spent in pure laziness, hours wiled away on the water or with a book, with no one to rescue and no battles to fight - it sounded too good to be true. Pure summer paradise.
Beneath him, the boat rocks dully on small waves. He feels himself lulled into a trance as his body sways gently in the same rhythm, back and forth. Paradise, Bucky thinks as he drifts off.
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That night, the sun lingering late in the sky, cicadas humming in the trees, the guys grill out on the deck at the cabin. It smells like heaven, fresh corn and burgers and mushrooms; inside the house, Wanda slices tomatoes and Angel stirs caramelized onions on the stove. At the island, Natasha patiently mashes avocados for her famous guacamole - made famous by the fact that it’s frequently her only contribution to family dinners.
“Wow, Nat, I think you actually got a tan,” Wanda smirks. “Right there, on your arm?”
“That’s just a freckle,” Nat scowls. “Which is why I use high SPF and don’t lay in the sun for hours.”
“Hey, at least you won’t get skin cancer,” Angel laughs, not looking up from her onions. Their smell wafts through the kitchen, mouth-watering and tangy sweet, mixed with the fresh and smoky air from the open window to the deck. Outside, the laughter around the grill bursts in a loud crescendo, Sam slapping Clint’s back as he doubles over in a fit of giggles.
“Sounds like they’re having fun out there.” Nat raises a sarcastic eyebrow as she glances out the window. Angel turns to look, too, her eyes pulled to the soft glow of the porch under the string lights overhead, the setting sun just beginning to burn red and gold through the trees.
Sliding off her barstool, Wanda skips over to the sliding screen door that leads out to the deck, pulling it open just enough to stick her head through.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, nearly shouting to be heard over the boys’ loud hoots of laughter. None of them answer, still caught in the flush of whatever hilarity had set them all going. Rolling her eyes, Wanda tries again. “Hey! Are we at least ready to eat? I’m starving.”
“Yeah, yeah, kid, we’re pulling ‘em off the grill right now,” Clint sighs, wiping his eyes. Even from her place by the stove, Angel notices Bucky���s bright open smile, so rarely seen it makes her do a double take. His color his high, his tanned cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink; his hair is still wet from the shower, combed back from his forehead in a way that’s almost boyish, the tips just beginning to dry in soft brown curls.
Swallowing thickly, Angel drags her eyes back down to the onions and turns the burner off.
They gather around the long picnic table on the deck, sliding and shuffling around each other, a veritable summer feast laid out in front of them. The boys at the grill didn’t disappoint: Sam proudly slides a platter of corn on the cob next to the kebabs he made, while Clint carries a tray piled high with fresh burgers (and turkey burgers, at Nat’s request). Toppings and sides come single file from the kitchen - fresh sliced tomatoes, crisp lettuce, fried plantains and guacamole. Bucky’s mouth waters with each new dish that arrives at the table, his knees jammed underneath the table next to Steve.
“This spot taken?”
Angel smiles as she slides into the seat across from him; she had washed her face when they got in from the lake, fresh and clean, and pulled an old college t-shirt over her swimsuit. The scent of her coconut lotion drifts across the table. Bucky clears his throat.
“N-no. Go ahead.” He wishes his smiles were half as warm as hers, half as easy and sweet.
Her nose scrunches as she beams a little wider at him and stretches her legs underneath the table, her ankle resting against his calf. The brush of their skin sets Bucky’s nerves on fire, and he keeps expecting her to move, to flinch away. But her leg stays where it is, resting against his, as they laugh and eat with their friends; and every so often when her eyes catch his he wonders if he’s imagining the spark in them.
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If it’s possible to get a concussion from tubing, Sam will have one by the end of the day.
Bucky’s head is already swimming and dizzy from being thrown from the inner tube half a dozen times, skipping across the surface of the lake like a stone - he’d always thought Steve was a wild driver on a bike, but in a boat, with two of his friends pulled behind and gripping the handles of a rubber tube? Steve is an absolute maniac.
Inside the boat, Angel leans against Steve’s seat and grips the railing to keep her balance, watching the boys behind them on their wild ride from hell.
“Are you sure you should be going this fast?” she speaks up, a little nervous. “Do you even have a boating license?”
“Don’t need one - I was born before the cutoff date, got grandfathered in,” Steve yells back over the engine and the rush of the waves underneath them. Glancing back and seeing Bucky and Sam still hanging on, he cuts the wheel sharply, the boat arcing through the water in a donut that sends them cutting over their own wake. From the boat, it’s a mild discomfort, the deck bouncing on each wave; from the tube, it’s game over.
She winces as it happens - the two of them go completely airborne on the tube, and with a final scream Sam loses his grip and tumbles sideways, knocking Bucky off into the water with him. Without their weight, the tube sways in the wind for a moment before it drops back to the water, upside down and empty.
“They’re down!” Wanda laughs, and Steve cuts the throttle down, idling slowly back to where the bright blue and green of life jackets bobs in the water a hundred feet away.
As they pull up alongside Sam and Bucky, Wanda drops the ladder and Angel makes her way to the back of the boat, pulling the rope to bring the tube back up to the boat.
“Oof,” Sam huffs as he hauls himself up the ladder, immediately unsnapping the buckles on his lifejacket. “I think I’m done - yeah. Yeah, I’m definitely done.” He shrugs the lifejacket off his shoulders and drops onto a seat at the front of the boat. “Hey, why don’t you get out there and let me drive, Steve?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Steve smiles innocently behind his sunglasses, his hair windblown and spiky. “I think I’m just getting the hang of driving this thing.”
“I think you need a little more practice, punk,” Bucky groans from the ladder. “But not with me back there. I thought Hydra scrambled my brains enough but-” he grabs a towel and scrubs the side of his head, trying to shake the water from his ears. “-you’ve got me mixed up like a fruit salad up here. Jesus.”
There’s always a downbeat, an awkward breath, when he makes jokes about Hydra. Steve winces a little, and Sam purses his lips; Wanda looks away, pushing her hair behind her ears. Bucky feels his cheeks flush, frustrated and embarrassed.
“It’s probably just early-onset Alzheimer’s,” Angel giggles, breaking the silence. “I mean, you’re pushing 102? 103?”
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Bucky narrows his eyes at her.
“I don’t look a day over 30, you know,” he huffs, feigning offense as he hip checks her on his way to the cooler for a beer.
“Ok, boomer,” she sighs. She’s wearing a necklace today, a single cowrie shell nestled at her collarbone, and she’s changed out the blue bikini for a tie-dye one that makes him thinks of cotton candy. With his metal hand, he snaps the cap off his beer and takes a swig, raising a brow towards her in question. Angel shakes her head. “I’m good - but I’ll take a water.”
They pass around the bottles of water, and a couple of snacks; it’s only early afternoon, and they’re loathe to waste any of the beautiful day, all of them sprawled across the boat, sunning themselves liberally. Wanda wonders aloud what they should do, if everyone is done getting roughed up on the tube.
“Well, we could drive around to the waterfall - maybe go cliff jumping,” Angel suggests, wiping watermelon juice from her chin. The huge Tupperware bowl of fruit they brought has gone down swinging between her and Steve, Sam picking through to find the strawberries.
“There’s a waterfall?” Steve sits up, a slice of cantaloupe in his hand. Angel nods, picking a seed from her teeth.
“Yeah, it’s around that way - not too far from here,” she turns and points around a bend in the shoreline, towards the north end of the lake. “We could at least just take a drive over there - the breeze would be nice.”
They all agree on that - it’s a cloudless day, brilliant and sweltering without the slightest wind to stir up the air across the water. Sam swipes his brow, more damp with sweat now than water, and takes a swig of his beer.
“Let’s go, Angel.” He raises his bottle in salute. “Before we all die of heatstroke.”
It’s a small waterfall, just a stream coming down from the hills surrounding the lake, and running faster today because of the last week’s rain; but the cove is lush and blooming with trees overhead, humming with the lazy buzz of insects and busy calls of birds. Angel kills the engine near the entrance and lets Steve drop the anchor - the water here is clean and deep, and the cliff face rises stark and bright out of the water, the rocks stained with age.
“Oh, wow - it’s so pretty,” Wanda smiles, snapping a picture of the waterfall with her phone.
“And quiet,” Bucky observes. He can’t hear the sounds of other boats on the water, the cries of other swimmers on the lake.
“Yeah, nobody ever comes back here,” Angel shrugs. “It’s kind of a secret little place - my family are always the only people here.”
One by one, they peel off their shirts and tug their lifejackets on, diving into the sun-warmed water. Angel leads the way towards the waterfall, showing them all a small break in the rocks with a natural set of steps and handholds she found with her brothers, and they climb up the rocks bit by bit, happily exploring.
“You ever climb all the way up there?” Sam asks, pointing to the top of the waterfall, where an outcropping of the rock juts out over the water.
“Yeah, a couple of times,” she nods, looking up. “We used to jump from the top. I never liked it much - I’m a little scared of heights.”
“Race you Tin Man,” Sam punches Bucky’s arm, and without waiting for confirmation, takes a running head start at the cliff wall, jumping up to the first handhold he sees and working his way up bit by bit. Bucky scowls, but not one to ignore a challenge, he follows close behind, overtaking Sam in a matter of minutes as he scales the wall with just his hands.
Hauling himself up over the edge, he stands above the waterfall, looking out over the lake. It’s still only mid-afternoon, and the glare of the sun on the water is nearly blinding. Far away, tiny boats circle and weave across the surface, their paths leaving figure 8’s in the waves. Below, he hears Wanda and Steve and Angel talking, cheering Sam on as he climbs the last few feet to the top.
“I win,” Bucky smiles as Sam’s huffing and sweaty face appears over the edge of the rock.
“I hate you,” Sam pants, but he takes the hand Bucky offers and scrambles up to stand beside him.
“Hell of a view.”
Sam props an arm on Bucky’s shoulder, an endlessly annoying habit he has, but Bucky refrains from smacking his hand away. They stare out at the water as Sam catches his breath.
“Yeah, it is.”
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When they finally make their way back to the boat, the sun has crept along the horizon towards the late afternoon angle, and their arms and legs ache from climbing the cliff walls over and over. Wanda massages her shoulders, slicking her hair into a little wet bun on top of her head. Angel follows behind her, dropping her lifejacket on her seat and wrapping a towel around her shoulders.
Last one up the ladder is Bucky, his arms heavy in the water, eyes stinging, but happily tired from a long day spent doing nothing important. He can’t remember the last time he got to do something like this - just be, just have fun, nothing hanging over his head and no thoughts of tomorrow. He pulls up the ladder after him, folding it onto the deck, and perches on the edge of a seat next to Angel, wondering where his towel has gone.
“Oh - oh, Bucky, you’re hurt,” Angel sits up and leans closer to him. He holds his breath, her face inches from his own - but her eyes are down on his hand.
His flesh hand, which is currently bleeding all over his bright blue swim trunks.
Shit. He hadn’t even noticed - hadn’t felt it at all, but he must have cut it on the climb. The cut runs cleanly through the pink flesh of his palm, welling blood that trickles down his wrist, mingling with the water that still clings to his skin. It triggers something, makes his brain stumble, the bright stain on his thigh - his shorts are probably ruined. He opens his mouth and starts to say something, but the sound sticks in his throat.
Smooth, soft fingers slide over his as Angel grabs his hand. Covering his palm with her own, she frowns down at the wound, as her hand starts to shimmer and glow. He feels the heat of her power soaking into his skin, brighter than the sunlight overhead. It starts to flow down his wrist, and he wants more of it - he wants to bask in it.
Too soon, though, it’s over. The cut wasn’t all that bad, and it only takes a moment to heal. But her hand lingers, palm brushing his, the tips of her fingers tracing his pulse on the delicate underside of his wrist, where the pale pink stain of blood lingers.
“Better?” she asks, looking up at him, long lashes shading her eyes. Tentatively, he allows his own fingers to trace her wrist.
“Yeah. Thank you,” he smiles.
“Any time.”
**********
That night, as the sun sinks down and the fireflies float lazily up from the warm ground, they gather around the fire pit in front of the house. Spread out in canvas lawn chairs, they toast their marshmallows on wire coat hangers, squishing them between graham crackers and chocolate squares. Steve is suspicious of the treat at first, unsure about the pairing and perpetually wary of sweets.
“Just try it,” Wanda rolls her eyes. “It’s the perfect treat, trust us.”
Skeptical, he sinks his perfect American teeth into the crackers, through the gooey marshmallow chocolate layer, the melted treat sticking to his lips as he pulls away. He chews thoughtfully, quietly, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb as he considers. The rest of the group awaits his verdict, nestled in their chairs with their own s’mores.
“Yeah, okay,” Steve agrees, shoving the rest of the dessert into his mouth. He licks his lips appreciatively. “You’ve got a point there.”
“You know, I think you would’ve had to give up being Captain America if you didn’t like them,” Clint smirks, one cheek stuffed full. “I mean, who doesn’t like s’mores?”
“Yeah, but is that technically an American thing?” Sam wonders, reaching for the package of graham crackers.
“Well I’ve never had them anywhere else,” Wanda counters. She’s nursing her second pineapple ale of the evening - a drink she discovered when they stopped into a grocery store for supplies, and insisted on buying 2 packs to bring to the cabin with them.
Bucky isn’t paying attention to the Great S’mores Debate, not even a little bit. He can hardly hear them talking; he stares across the fire, warm sparks drifting like the fireflies above, as Angel licks chocolate from her fingers. The bright pink tip of her tongue darts out against her fingertips, savoring what’s left of the treat; he finds that his own mouth is parched and dry, a curious kind of hunger growling low in his belly, despite having had his own fill of dinner and s’mores. As she slips her pinky finger into her mouth, her eyes catch his from the other side of the flames, the firelight dancing in her eyes as she holds his gaze. The corner of her mouth twitches up just slightly, and she winks.
She winks.
Then, as the conversation takes another twist towards some kind of dessert or another, she quietly slips from her chair and walks away unnoticed, picking her way down the familiar trail to the dock in the dark.
Bucky glances around the group, and gauging that their conversation should serve as enough of a distraction, mutters some kind of excuse about needing the bathroom before getting up to follow.
Seconds later, Natasha turns to look at them - Angel’s form just visible between the trees and Bucky trailing along behind. She smiles widely over her beer, before settling back into her chair with a sigh.
“Finally,” she huffs, taking a sip. “Took them long enough.”
“Oh my god, right?” Sam raises his hands in exasperation. “I thought I’d hit my 100th birthday before that dickhead made a move-”
**********
She’s sitting at the edge of the dock, past where the boats are moored for the night, one knee tucked up under her chin as her other leg dangles with her toe in the water. She must hear him coming, his footsteps intentional and loud to his own ears on the wooden planks, but she doesn’t turn around. The lake is soft and still, wearing moonlight like a a silk robe, rippling reflected light across the surface. Above them the sky is cloudless and star-filled, cooled to a rich deep blue after the blazing bright day.
“Sometimes I would come down here at night with my dad,” she says, when he stands right behind her, unsure if he’s allowed to sit, if he should ask. She tips her head up over her shoulder. “We’d fish a little - threw them all back, though.”
“You didn’t keep ‘em?” Bucky asks, settling down beside her on the dock, letting his legs hang over the edge.
“No,” she shakes her head, scrunching her nose. “I felt sorry for them. Didn’t wanna hurt them, you know?”
He just watches her, the soft line of her profile in starlight, a smile blooming in his heart.
“Always been an angel, huh.” He doesn’t mean to say it, at least not out loud, but once it’s out he finds himself glad.
She looks at him then, not answering, but searching out his gaze with her eyes - they flit between his own, pupils wide in the dark. He licks his lips, wonders what she’s looking for, what she sees.
“Have you ever been night-swimming?”
Her question comes out of the blue, catching him off guard. He blinks - her mischievous eyes never leave his face.
“Um. I-I don’t remember,” he fumbles. “I think so. Way back, during the war. Not so much for leisure though,” he smiles ruefully. “I just knew I smelled awful and didn’t wanna risk being caught with my pants down, literally, in broad day.”
It startles a laugh out of her, a loud one, and his pride swells, inflating in his chest. The smile stays fixed on his face as he looks back out at the lake.
“Wouldn’t mind sometime, though,” he hints. “It’s beautiful out there at night.”
“Let’s go then,” she grins, using her hands to push herself up to stand above him. He blinks up, dumb at the flash of her smile.
“But, well…” he falters. “I should run back up to the house, I don’t have my trunks-”
“So?” she interrupts with a careless shrug. There’s something in her smile, and he doesn’t quite understand what she means until she reaches for the hem of her t-shirt and-
Oh. Oh.
Easy as that, smooth as a wave, she peels her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Her soft cotton bralette comes next, unhooked and slid down her arms, dropped onto the pile with her shirt. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he swears, but he can’t bring himself to lower his gaze. She turns away with a little smile as she shimmies her shorts down, kicking them behind her to join the rest of her clothes, and he thinks he might combust if, oh god, there go her panties-
The cool splash of water as she jumps in jolts him back to himself, wakes him from the trance he fell into at the display of her body, her sweet summer skin, still smelling of coconut and watermelon. Her head bobs up a couple of yards past the dock, treading water.
“You coming or what?” she dares, feeling less bold now, but what the hell - she made her move. The water has cooled since the sun went down, and a little shiver runs through her. Yes, she certainly made a move. She bites her lip and watches him, waiting, hoping.
When he stands, she holds her breath - will he leave? Will he turn her down? Will he still be her friend? Then he reaches a hand behind his back and tugs his shirt up over his head, throwing it down onto the dock next to hers.
He’s every bit as beautiful by moonlight as he is in broad day - she’s always thought so, but kept it to herself, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Now though…she admires him, as she allowed him to admire her; watches closely every long line of his body revealed to her as he undresses, the golden tan he’s earned the last few days on the lake, the course hair covering his chest, the sliding shadows of muscle beneath his skin…
Before he can second guess himself, Bucky dives in and joins her, popping up out of the water just a few feet away and slicking his hair back from his face. She smiles, playfully backing away; he grins right back as he gives chase, following slow but determined.
“See? Fun, right?” Angel giggles, feeling her heart beat a wild rhythm and hoping he can’t hear it. Bucky chuckles back, not answering, swimming just a few inches closer. The outline of her body glows in the moonlight, though he tries not to stare beneath the water.
“You’ve definitely convinced me,” he agrees. They drift out a little further - still not too far from the dock or the shore, but their little game of cat and mouse leads them out several yards. “You bring all the boys out here? Is it gonna be Sam’s turn tomorrow?”
“Hm…I haven’t decided yet,” she muses, pretending to consider it. “I think I’d ask Steve first - unless you think he wouldn’t be game for it.”
“Trust me, I know Steve Rogers,” Bucky laughs. “He’d die of embarrassment.”
“You’re probably right,” Angel grins. “Then maybe it is Sam’s turn.”
“Aw, you’re breaking’ my heart, Angel,” Bucky pouts, giving her the full force of his baby blues, a look he only ever reserved for his mother. Angel doesn’t fall for it; instead, she rolls her eyes and splashes a handful of water right in his face.
“You’ll be fine,” she shrugs, but hides her smile by ducking her head half down, nearly concealed in the water.
“No, I won’t,” he insists. He’s barely a foot away from her now. “I’m wounded, Angel. Really. I’m real hurt - I need your help.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah - I may not survive. You gotta help me.”
“Well, I think that’s in my job description.” Her eyes are full of moonlight, her face inches from his own. “Where are you hurt?”
He grabs her hand and places her palm firmly over his heart.
“Right here, honey,” he whispers, silly grin firmly in place. “You hurt me real bad.”
On cue, her palm starts to glow, the light filtering up through the water in glittering ripples that flicker across their faces. Just over his heart, his skin warms at her touch, a surge of energy and light and life straight into him, deep and true.
“Anywhere else?” she asks, her own voice so soft, barely heard over the cicadas in the trees.
“Yeah…here.” Taking hold of her other hand, he draws her arms up around his shoulders. His smirk twitches. “Must’ve pulled something climbing those cliffs.”
“Uh huh, sure,” she rolls her eyes, but ignites her hands anyway, the healing warmth soaking into his sore muscles and the ever-tender skin surrounding his metal arm. Not one to complain, he never mentions the trouble it causes, constant weight on his shoulders and neck, often giving him tension headaches at the base of skull. But here she is, melting it all away with a touch.
Slowly, cautiously, he lets his hands slide around her waist, thumbs gently brushing her last rib. Beneath his palms he feels her breath stutter and catch, her heart picking up. Their feet accidentally kick one another as they attempt to keep treading water, and she lets him wrap one of her legs around his waist to keep from kicking her.
“Anything else?” she whispers. He traces her face with his eyes, unable to distinguish her own glow from that of the moon beaming down on them. With a slow nod, Bucky rests his forehead against hers, shares a breath.
“Here,” he says, and tilts his head the last couple of inches until his lips meet hers.
In an instant, he feels warm all over; though his eyes are closed, he can see the light behind them like sun through closed blinds. It nearly burns, hot and holy and aching sweet, and his toes curl with it. She breaks away for a moment, just to smile so blindingly, sunbeams breaking beneath her radiant skin - and dives back in, laughing into his mouth as he tightens his hold and her hands go to his hair.
Adrift in a summer-warm lake, under a swollen July moon, they kiss and laugh and touch and play.
Under a moon half as bright, they glow.
#bucky x reader#bucky x y/n#bucky x you#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader fic#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes one shot
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TBHK CHRISTMAS HEADCANONS
It's Christmas ! They are all having a great family celebration
It’s Sumire’s birthday too (not the real date but I like to think she was born on a holiday)
Tsukasa eats mistletoe
He also plays with garlands and almost electrocutes himself with the string lights
Teru has a horrible Christmas sweater but he thinks he's on top of fashion with
But no, tell him no
Besides, he made sure to match his sweater with his siblings
Mitsuba cut Nene's hair shorter
Mitsuba wears a golden garland instead of his scarf
Tsuchigomori tied Hanako's tie knot
Tsukasa couldn't tie his tie on his own so he had to ask Sakura to do it for him, but Natsuhiko said he took care of it.
Think for two seconds that we've never seen Natsuhiko with a tie, why? He just doesn't know how to tie a tie
After an hour he gave up and he ended up putting on a bow tie and suspenders in Tsukasa instead.
Aoi and Nene both have candy cane earrings
Kou makes the meal
Teru wanted to help him, but we kindly sat him down at a table instead
" NO ! OUT OF THE QUESTION ! WE WANT A WARM PARTY BUT NOT A FIRE !!! GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN NOW "
Mitsuba stole the star from the tree bc: "I am the brightest star in this room! "
Akane and Amane argue over who is more beautiful between Aoi and Nene
"Yashiro is so radiant that she could replace the star on the tree! "
"Well, Ao-Chan is so bright she shines brighter than all the fairy lights on the tree! "
Then Aoi and Nene said it was Teru the brightest in the room
So we tied Teru to the top of the tree to light up the room instead of the star
"We" in fact it was Akane and Amane out of revenge
Tsuchigomori is disguised as Santa Claus
Teru taught him how to make a good "Heave-Ho!" "To stick to the character (but Teru remains the God of "Heave-Oh!")
He also smokes in a pipe with candy cane color
"WHO PUT A FIR BRANCH IN MY PIPE ??!" "
Tsukasa beheads gingerbreadmans and glue them back together to make characters with multiple limbs / Heads
Sakura is sitting by the fire reading a large, beautiful, ancient storybook with sumptuous gold bindings
Natsuhiko had put mistletoe over her chair before the reception
He was going to go under to try to kiss her but ...
Tsukasa comes running ahead of him (dropping the mistletoe in the process) because Sakura is reading Christmas tales and he ABSOLUTELY wants her to get him over it
Mission failed.
Kou, Aoi and Nene distribute Christmas hats to everyone
Hanako put on a Christmas hat over his own hat
At one point Amane asks Tsuchigomori to do Christmas carols on the piano (I like to imagine him playing the piano, the flute and the saxophone) and he manages to convince Yako to sing too.
She has a beautiful voice, she looks like an angel
Then after she clinks glasses with Tsuchigomori
Then they toast once again to their sucks
And again, they drink again!
Okay, by then they're both totally drunk and Tsuchi ’dancing rock with Yako
Flash Info: Music is a slow
Lemon improvised himself Dj, besides his turntables have a lemon motif
Mitsuba eats all the coconut rock fereros (Rafaelo I think?) he can find, anyway nobody likes it so it's okay
Tsukasa and the Mokkes steal the mandarins and papilottes which are placed on the guests' plates
There are firecrackers in the wrapper paper but they don't make much noise: Tsukasa is very very disappointed
So instead he hides behind Mitsuba and explodes crackers behind him to scare him
Almost all the gifts are for Aoi or for Nene
In fact Akane and Amane made a competition to find out which one would give the most gifts to his sweetheart
Perfect equality
"Hanako-Kun ... Did you really get me a Daikon plush ?! "
Aoi received ALL Pandora Hearts, Vampire Knights and Black Butler tomes from Akane
Natsuhiko also gave Sakura a lot of gifts, but they were mostly books.
He gave her some handmade silk gloves too (Mitsuba gave him the patterns and he managed to sew them himself, it's wobbly but it's pretty anyway and Sakura likes them a lot), a pretty refined and expensive tea set, and books on medicinal plants, on precious stones and on healing but he also offered her science fiction books because he knows that she is secretly a fan of this kind of reading
Sakura does not show it but she is very touched, especially since she had never spoken about the fact that she has a weakness for science fiction books.
Sakura gives Natsuhiko a kiss on the cheek
Simp.Exe stop working
"There was mistletoe above us, that's the tradition"
She gave him a dangling earring with an amethyst stone (I can say more if you want but the meaning of the amethyst is based on a hc of Sakura that I have, if you want hc a this to better understand why this stone, ask me ^^)
Nene gave Amane her rocket keychain, lost about 50 years ago
Hanako remains silent then he hugs Nene, he almost cries
Akane offered Hanako milk
“It's good for growth"
Kou gave him a cat ear headphones
And Sumire gave Hanako a bell necklace
"I AM NOT A F****** CAT! "
"Hanako-Kun… You meow while sleeping and sneezing…"
Tsukasa donated handmade pottery to everyone
He accidentally broke one on Amane's head
"My head is… Spinning… Ho I see… The Stars… THE STARS, BROTHER! THE MOON IS NEAR! "
But he offered Yaoi to Mitsuba while whistling
Mitsuba turned all red and stuttering after that
Hanako gave Akane a math manual with his name written on it
"But ... is this my manual ??? It's been something like… Seven months since I look for him! "
"Yes, I thought you would be happy if I gave it back to you for Christmas"
Teru gave everyone the lobster plush toys he won this summer, his stock was too big for Tiara's room (which by the way is really big for a little girl room!)
Aoi gave Nene pretty hair clips and Nene gave her some lily seeds
Sakura gave Nene gaiters and an hourglass and Nene gave her a set of tea scented with autumn flavors and a scented with flavors of winter
The Toilet Trio donated cups to Tsuchi ’
Tsuchi' and Yako both treated themselves to first-price perfumes found in supermarkets
He also gave her a fake fox fur to annoy her
Yako bought her a ferret, (don't ask me why I don't know, she thought it was a good idea)
So now we have Tsukasa and Mitsuba running behind the ferret to play with him since half an hour
And Hanako wants the ferret to be called "Rocket"
Sumire received luxury jewelry, clothing, shoes, fan and perfume
Tsuchigomori donated a telescope to Hanako
Kou received overalls, a multicolored sweater and items and clothes with egg designs on them
Mitsuba received a mirror and polaroid paper for his photos
He also got a whole bunch of kawaii items and clothes with peaches, including an orange skirt and a pink winter dress with soft faux fur.
And Mitsuba gave everyone the same thing: A photo of him with a cute face: “So am I not the most beautiful of gifts? UwU "
Lemon offered Akane a Netflix subscription, but he plans to squat his account too
All the gifts that Lemon has received have… Lemon… designs.
"We should stop the joke one of these days guys, once it's going but every year it gets long by force ..."
Someone (obviously unconscious!) Offered a jumping stick and stilts to Tsukasa, who had the wonderful idea of combining the two, before eventually dashing headfirst into the table.
A little more and he landed in the fire ! ! !
Akane donated a plush, a Hawaiian shirt, glasses and a pen all with pineapple designs for Teru
Teru gave him some sushi candies to make together
He also gave her a watch without hands because: "You don't need any object to tell the time, after all you're a bit of a clock yourself, aren't you? "
"After the party we'll have to throw out the tree, but do we throw Teru with the tree too? "
I hope you like it, I took a long time to write it <3
#mitsuba sousuke#sousuke mitsuba#mitsuba#kou minamoto#minamoto kou#kou#teru minamoto#minamoto teru#yashiro nene#nene yashiro#yashiro#aoi#akane#akane aoi#aoi akane#yako#tsuchigomori#amane#amane yugi#yugi amane#jibaku shounen hanako kun#hanako#hanako kun#toilet bound hanako kun#tbhk#jshk headcanons#jshk#tbhk headcanons#toilet bound hanako kun headcanon#sakura
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