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How to spawn the three dragons: Dinraal, Naydra, and Farosh

Recommended gear:

  • Flamebreaker Armor Set**
  • Snowquill Armor Set**
  • Zora Armor Set**
  • Thunder Helm or Rubber Armor Set**

** indicates the armor has been upgraded twice by the Great Fairy to gain the set bonuses Fireproof, Unfreezable, Swim Dash Stamina, and Electric proof.

PLEASE NOTE: No matter which of the dragons and armor sets you are wearing to get the immunity to the projectiles they spawn around them for, if you glide into the dragon’s body you will catch fire, freeze, or get zapped.

The dragons spawn shards that have various effects when mixed with elixirs and are used to upgrade several armor sets and can also be sold for high amounts of Rupees/Mon.

The item you get from the dragons depends on the area you shoot them with an arrow. You can only get ONE item per encounter so if you miss or need multiples you will need to start the cycle again.

Item                       Body Part to Shoot

Shard of ( ) Scale  Body

Shard of ( ) Claw   Foot

Shard of ( ) Fang   Mouth

Shard of ( ) Horn   Horn/Crest (above the eyes at the top of the head)

Dinraal:

There is a stable next to the Tabantha Great Bridge.

Sleep/wait there until night.

Throw on the full Flamebreaker armor set and run up the side of the canyon on the same side as the stable is on.

Between 9PM and Midnight the dragon Dinraal can be found flying through the canyon.

Glide down and shoot him with an arrow in the region specified in the table above.

Naydra:

After getting the item that Dinraal drops in the canyon immediately swap to your Snowquill armor set and warp to the Spring of Wisdom (Jitan Sa'mi Shrine) at the Top of Mt. Lanayru.


Run out of the door and to the left, climbing over a boulder or two to get to the trail that leads up the mountain.

Follow the trail up (noted by white line in the screenshot) until you see the second cluster of ice spires on your right.

First cluster:

Second cluster:

Climb this and jump off to glide down the mountain.

About 1/3 of the way down the mountain you will see a large ice spire sticking up as you descend (light green line).

Land on this and turn around to look at the top of the mountain.

The music will change and you should see the giant blue dragon flying up the left side of the screen to the top of the mountain.

Climb as far back up (following the dark green line) as you can, the dragon will circle the top of the mountain once before descending down the right (towards the Lanayru Road to the west) side, so you have a little time.

Then glide off the side of the mountain towards Naydra’s flight path on the south side of the mountain.

This is the hardest dragon to farm as the shards fly very far away and you must glide to the location to gather them.

The good news is if you glide near the dragon you can drop and glide again to catch her updraft multiple times to fly further.

Once you catch up to the item that spawns from Naydra swap to the Zora armor set and warp to the Shai Utoh Shrine directly behind the Lakeside Stable in the Faron region.

Farosh:

Run past the stable and up the path to the right.

Before the bridge you should see a small cliff outcrop.

Dive/glide from here and to the bottom of the waterfall directly in front of you.

Swim up the waterfall and glide to the ground on the right.

You should see Farosh on the far side of this and may even get caught in his updraft while gliding.

Pause and equip the Thunder Helm or Rubber armor set and then get closer to the dragon.

(Maybe not this close)

If you have any questions feel free to message me.

has anyone ever stopped to consider how terrifying being able to sense the darkspawn must be. it can’t be just a small ‘my warden senses are tingling’ feeling. it has to be more intense than that. 

it starts as a prickling sensation across your skin. a distant hollow heat in your core. you can feel the taint in your blood catching fire and screeching through your body. and the pulse, the pulse of it is what pulls at your thoughts first. your blood beats and rushes out of rhythm with your heart. it is a nauseous feeling.

a buzzing in your ears at first, distant. it builds slowly. building, building as the darkspawn hive mind pulls at your blood you are one of them, hear the song.

and then silence. a silence that fills your head, and the first time it happens you fear your eardrums would burst from the pressure. but then the silence fades and you hear it but barely. hushed, harsh whispers on the edge of hearing, in the distant corners of your thoughts. you turn at the sound, but there is no one there. but you know they are close. they are speaking to you in a language you’re terrified you’re slowly beginning to understand. it is in the hushed whispers you are able to feel how many darkspawn are coming.

but there is a sound that syncs with the pulsing in your blood. a sound that causes your mind to recoil in fear. it is terrifying, clawing, grating, and…beautiful, but always distant. just loud enough for it to set your body stiff and your senses clawing out, but quiet enough where you struggle to hear it clearly, you want to hear it, and that desire fills you with fear.

it is the song. the whispers of a god, tainted in darkness and filth. calling to you. your blood sings with it. a constant reminder that all that separates you from them is the crest emblazoned on your chest.

GOT7 On Cutthroat Kitchen

A.N. I love this show and if you haven’t seen it’s literally that show you scream at the tv. Even though it’s just suppose to be 4 contestants on each episode imagines it’s seven for this one lol

T.W. Cuss words 


JB:

  • Literally only doing this because he wants the money
  • And to prove that he’s a better cook out of the other chiefs
  • His plan is to save his money unless one of the other dumbasses gives him a sabotage
  • Will definitely give the death glare to someone who grabs the ingredients he needs before he can get it.
  • Wants to literally throw a frying pan at Jackson because he won’t stop complaining about how this dish isn’t organic enough and people just want to ruin him
  • Makes it to the final round but doesn’t win because his last one was such a letdown compared to his other dishes
  • Only reason was because Youngjae made him make a cake with no flour and eggs. 

Mark

  • Amateur chef that loves to cook but never has done it professionally but thinks he has potential so he could win this
  • So he’ll just want to have fun over anything 
  • He says he doesnt want to win but he’s lying
  • Forgot to grab one of the main ingredients so plans to buy the sabotage to ruin everyone else’s chances.
  • Will spend about $2,000-$5,000 for a sabotage
  • But if he’s given one, he’ll rock that shit.
  • Get eliminated the second round cause it wasn’t bad but it lacked a little bit more seasoning plus his plating looked terrible

Jackson:

  • The one that everyone loves so much in the beginning but people will start to give the “are you serious?” look to him
  • His the struggling back story about his life before he discovered the organic lifestyle
  • Will spend 20 minutes talking about that “struggling back story” but the show producers decide to cut it out cause it was not as important compared to the show itself
  • Screams while running to grab the ingredients 
  • Panics when people starts spending their money so he screams numbers out loud 
  • Starts yelling in all the languages he knows, just because the timer is freaking him out. He got eliminated after the first round.
  • “I can’t do this but I’m still gonna do it.” That’s his motto from the show or well the only round he was on.

Jinyoung:

  • “Hi, my name is Park Jinyoung and I’m a full time mother of six and I  love to cook for my children all the time, even though I want to murder them.”
  • He literally can’t cook fancy shit like everyone else but can make good home cook meals
  • He excels in desserts though, cause sweets is what makes his kids shut up.
  • Doesn’t care about the sabotages like he’s a mother of six!? Like nothing is bad compared to them especially if he’s cooking against them
  • Like if Bambam wins the sabotage, Jinyoung will give him the death glare and wont get that sabotage.
  • But will throw a fit that Yugyeom spend $3,000 for Jinyoung to wear a dinosaur costume for the second round 
    • a reason why he got eliminated was because he almost caught on fire, who knew full body costumes could catch on fire so easily.
  • Get’s mad at that and pays to take away Yugyeom’s knifes 
  • “GOOD LUCK CUTTING THAT STEAK WITHOUT A KNIFE DUMBASS.”

Youngjae:

  • Aw this poor chief is the newbie to the whole scene and everyone loves him but wants to ruin him
  • Makes a scared face when he’s grabbing food products
  • He suddenly forgets how to make mac n cheese and starts panicking
  • Either way he got a sabotage and had to cook with fake processed food but he made it work and wanted to give the middle fingers to all them assholes
  • Wins the judge over his gorgeous smile even though he’s about to ruin all these bitches
  • Spends a total of $12,000 in this round and just giggles when he gives everyone their “surprises” for the second round. 
  • JB had to cook in a tiny kitchen, Mark had to cook with science instruments, Jinyoung and Yugyeom can’t cook until 10 minutes has passed
  • He wins the whole thing and just does this sweet evil laugh 

Bambam:

  • The hipster chief that isn’t even a chief, he just has a instagram dedicated to food so in his mind he’s a chief
  • Legit doesn’t know what the fuck is going on
  • He just wants the money
  • Like he knew he wasn’t going to win but he wanted to know what it’s like to hold $25,000 in one hand.
  • Doesn’t cook everything properly and even if he did the saltbae thing, it wasn’t enough seasoning
  • Safe to say his ass is eliminated after the first round
  • “This was fun, can’t wait to make a video of this and post it on youtube. Maybe I’ll get a shit ton of views. Watch out for your bbooooiii Double B. Ha! good night.”

Yugyeom:

  • Literally that snooty chief that thinks he’s going to win
  • Mid way through the first round he starts to lose his cool because why are the other chiefs good!? Like wtf!??
  • He makes his plating looks fancy as fuck like it would deserve to be on Bambam’s instagram feed
  • He literally screams and wants to throw a fork at Bambam for taking a picture of his food and not focusing on the challenge.
  • To piss JB and Jinyoung out he takes out all of the ingredients they would need for the challenge but will slip some of them into Youngjae’s basket. 
  • When Jinyoung took away his knifes he was planning on murdering him backstage.
  • Makes a mad confused wtf face when he didn’t go to the third round like his plate was a million times prettier compared to Youngjae’s and JB’s.

anonymous asked:

Hello lovely brown queen~ I'm a slim mulatto girl looking for a rough jealous Jackson smut. Can I count on you?❤❤

“Hey! OFF of me!” You yelled as you and Jackson fell to the floor hands tangled in each other’s hair. He growled biting down harshly on your shoulder sliding between your legs holding you down towards the floor.

“Fucking make me you dirty little slut.” He barked out with rage flipping you over on your stomach. His hands gripping at your hips and pinning you down to the brown carpet on your living room floor. The fight steamed from you both being grocery shopping. Males were looking at you left and right and you didn’t have on much simple spandex shorts and a T-shirt. So, you didn’t know why they were watching you but of course you were one to tease back and flirt because you were a tease and you loved to get under everyone’s skin. Especially Jackson. He was so fucking hot when he was pissed in your opinion. His neck veins would pop out when he was scolding you and if he pointed or used his arms (especially when he took off his shirt) you just had to admit his muscles looked good. He was a sexy beast and yes you liked fucking with him. Once he had gotten you home and put the groceries up, he asked you about the male’s and you denied doing anything wrong. That caused him to growl and walk off. You were the first to shove him and run off causing him to chase you and tackle you to the ground. Now here you were his hands on your hips sliding around to the front to grab at your crotch through your shorts. He pressed his hips against yours grinding against you as he tried to get you still but you could help but moan out. Jackson paused for a few seconds before a growl slipped past his throats and he licking your earlobe.

“You fucking like this. You’re such a fucking cock slut.” He tsked spreading your legs wide rolling his hips down against yours.

“Get! OFF!” You struggled to not let your body betray you, Jackson grabbed at your arms moving them behind your back with one hand the other gripped at your neck as he pulled you back against him grinding his hips harshly against your pussy that was dripping wet in your panties.

“Want me to get off? Hmm want daddy to get off?” He questioned again snapping his hips forward. “Or do you want me to get you off?” He teased cutting off the air from your throat as he snapped his hips forward. “My dirty little whore.” He rasped pushing you down on your stomach, moving to pin you down with his arm against your lower back he let his large hands grab at your shorts pulling them down quickly and tearing your panties off pulling the shreds to the side so that he could spread your legs wide. He moved to push your legs up opening you up a little more. “Look at that! Fucking dripping!” He growled slapping at your pussy causing you to squirm. He slipped two fingers inside of you pounding them in and out hard and fast curling them he bit on your ass cheeks watching the flesh jiggle. The wetness from your pussy sliding down onto his fingers and wrist. “That’s my pretty pussy! Mine. Say it!” He ordered and when you didn’t do it he pulled his fingers back to slap at your clit over and over again until you were crying out.

“FUCK IT’S YOURS JACKSON ALL YOURS!” You cried out feeling the pain from him slapping at your clit. Your hands grabbed at the carpet as you tried to move but instead your body was rocked with pleasure from feeling the wet pink tongue against your pussy. Flicking at your slit over and over before he was licking on your clit sucking on the pink pert bud. He moaned against your pussy, his hands moved to lock around your waist as he devoured you. He soon rolled over grabbing you, and when you got up to a straddling position you tried to move but he only grabbed you and put you in the position to straddle his face his tongue diving back deep into your pussy. Crying out your hands gripped at his hair. You rode his face hard and fast, bringing his face as close to your pussy as you rolled your hips back and forward. Pulling harder at his hair you watched as he groaned and his head disappeared between your legs. His hands slapping on your ass and digging his nails into your flesh he helped you fuck his face. Your body convulsed on top of him his tongue diving deep flicking across your walls fucking you tightly as he felt your pussy tighten up around his tongue. You tried to pull his head back after some time riding it you rolled your head back crying out his name.

“Jackson! Daddy fuck yes!” You shouted out as he stopped his tongue midway through you trying to build up your orgasm. “JACKSON!” You cried out glaring down at him feeling your body become red as you grabbed harder at his hair.

“That’s how I feel when I see someone wanting what’s mine.” Jackson spoke deeply his eyes baring into yours. “Do we have an agreement?” He asked you slapping your ass harder, nodding your head you pouted slightly. “Good fucking girl.” Jackson flipped you onto your slide, slipping up your leg he pulled back to pull down his pants with one hand. He aligned back up behind you and slammed inside of you starting to pound deeply inside of you, he kept your leg up pounding deep inside of you right against your spot. He made sure to fuck you hard and fast, sliding your body up and down against him and his shaft, the carpet was rough on your skin and you sure you were bruised but you didn’t care honestly it felt so good. Your head rolled back and your lips was parted wide breathing deeply as you cried out for him. Your breast was hard and your body was starting to catch on fire. He leaned his hand up to grab at your breast rolling the nipple between his fingers as he snapped his hips against your reddened ass. You were so close, your hips pushing back against his, your pussy was throbbing and you could feel him inside of you as well. Neither of you would last long. Jackson slipped his finger down to rub harshly against your clit aiding in your high and in no time, you were meeting your end cumming on his shaft. He followed suit instantly cumming inside of you burying himself to the brim over and over again. He pulled out of you to slowly watch the cum trickle out of your wet pussy smirking to himself he slapped your pussy again causing you to jolt at the sensitivity.

“Hurry up and clean this shit up. Round two will be in the room.” He commanded walking away from you leaving you stunned and feeling blissful at the same time.

anonymous asked:

So...Can we please have a demisexual Maggie who's never been close enough to any of her girlfriends to develop sexual feelings for them but she's actually opening up with Alex and stuff and eventually realizes that she's actually reached that point for the first time in her life which leads to her and Alex sleeping together for the first time and it's all super emotional and shit. (My grandmother told me she wants me to see a therapist so I can "get over" being demi and I kinda need validation.)

She doesn’t panic when it’s just kissing.

Kissing is nice.

And kissing Alex Danvers is spectacular.

So she doesn’t panic when it’s just kissing.

She loves when it’s just kissing.

And Alex is aggressive in the way she starts things, the way she pulls Maggie into her body – at the bar, in her living room – and puts her lips on hers, but Alex always freezes, like she doesn’t quite know what to do next, like she’s on overload.

Like maybe, she’s like Maggie. Like maybe, she doesn’t know Maggie well enough yet to want to do anything more with her.

Anything more sexually, that is. Because god, does Maggie want to do everything else with Alex.

Late night pizza and Netflix, rainy morning yoga, kissing and cuddling until they fall asleep, shooting pool until Maggie finally can win, movies and books and science and the job.

Saving the world.

Together.

Maggie wants all of it, and apparently – to her perpetual disbelief, because how could someone so powerful, so gorgeous, want her? – Alex wants all that with her, too.

And it’s gradual.

It’s gradual, the way Maggie starts wanting different kinds of intimacy. With Alex.

Gradual, the way she realizes that she’s kissing her deeper, that her hands are slipping under Alex’s shirt, that Alex’s body is arching in response to her touch and her own body catches fire at the sound of Alex’s soft moans.

That she’s breathing her own moans into Alex’s parted lips.

And that’s when Maggie panics.

Because Alex is going to leave.

Maggie’s sure of it.

Because Alex has been teasing – a lot – about how inexperienced she is, about how much experience Maggie must have, how Maggie should feel free to give her kissing tips, touching tips, ladies-loving-ladies flash cards, whenever she wants.

But Alex has slept with men. Not that she loved it, or even liked it.

But Maggie? Maggie hasn’t slept with anyone.

She’s never… wanted to. She’s never felt close enough to anyone, never known someone enough to feel for someone else what she does to herself with her own hands, alone, when she needs to cum before falling asleep.

She’s never wanted to, not with anyone else, but with Alex?

God, with Alex, she’s starting to… to want everything.

But when Alex finds out? That Maggie’s just as inexperienced as Alex is, in some ways moreso, that she’ll probably be an emotional mess – not to mention a physical one – if they keep going in this direction, if they keep taking off each other’s shirts and touching each other over bras and panting at grinding their thighs between each other’s legs?

She’ll leave for sure.

Right? Because everyone leaves. Because Maggie drives everyone away.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, you alright? Did I hurt you?” Alex is asking, jolting her out of their kiss, her thoughts, her terrors, her fears. And, apparently, her shaking.

Alex’s eyes are wide, concerned, and Maggie knows, knows, that even though Alex is amazing, she’s going to think Maggie’s broken. Going to think Maggie needs to get over it. Going to think Maggie’s weird and unworthy and too much, and she should have her coming out affair with someone who can have sex with whomever, whenever.

“I want you,” Maggie chokes out in a whisper, and it’s the first time she’s ever said it to anyone, because getting herself off at night is one thing, but sleeping with another person is completely, completely another.

They’re the scariest three words she’s ever said, and Alex? Alex just smiles, strokes her hair, kisses her forehead.

“You have me,” she tells her, her voice at once a reassurance and a question.

Reassurance because she’s there, she’s there, she’s not going anywhere; a question because yes, yes, she wants her too, but why is that making her this scared?

“I want to have sex with you,” Maggie clarifies, tears in her eyes and her body on fire and her lungs barely working, and Alex’s breath hitches.

“Yeah? Good, because I um… I’ve been thinking about it. Wanting it. A lot. And I’ve been… researching a little, and I… I want to have sex with you, too. I… if you want. I mean, I know I’ve never done this with a woman, but – ”

“I’ve never done it at all.”

There’s silence and Maggie braces herself for goodbye, braces herself for laughter, braces herself for mockery and judgment and all the things that part of her brain, her heart – the parts that have let herself fall in love with Alex Danvers, the parts that have let herself want Alex Danvers – know Alex would never do. But she’s terrified, anyway.

Alex just cocks her head and squints and freezes slightly, but she blinks and she swallows and when she speaks, her voice is soft and her lips are twitching up into the same supportive smile Maggie wore when Alex stumbled her way out of the closet.

“God, you must think I’m such a jerk.”

Maggie blinks. If she was expecting any reaction, it wasn’t that. “What?”

“I’ve been teasing you this whole time about being so experienced, and I… I’m sorry, that must have made you so uncomfortable, I didn’t… I just assumed. I shouldn’t have. Maggie, I’m so sorry. But… can I ask you something?”

Maggie nods because something in her throat might be broken.

“Do you really want me, or do you just… are you just trying to give me something you think I want? And I mean I do. Want it. Want you. But only if you do.”

“No, I… I want… I want you. Alex. I… I’ve never… I don’t get attracted to people. Sexually. If I don’t… know them, if I don’t feel a certain way for them, I…”

She stammers off, because what kind of loser tells someone they love them before sleeping with them? How pathetic can she get?

But Alex’s eyes are light, are happiness, are reciprocal, and Alex’s touch is gentle, and Alex’s lips press against her own so slightly, so carefully, it’s like they’ve never kissed before but she wants to for the rest of her life.

“So you’re saying you like me? Enough to want me.”

“Danvers – ”

“Cause that works perfectly for me. Because I like you, too, Maggie Sawyer. Enough to want you.” Her eyes drag down Maggie’s body, slow and steady and hungry, but also… reverent, somehow. Maggie’s heart contorts into fireworks. “All of you.”

Maggie forgets what breathing is, and her heart’s never raced like this before, but Alex’s hands are warm and comforting on her cheeks, and god, does she want those hands all over her body.

“So take me. All of me.”

Alex grins like it’s Christmas morning – or maybe Chanukah, Maggie’s not sure what the equivalent would be, and makes a mental note to ask her later – and then all thought exhales out of Maggie’s body because Alex is up and Alex is tugging her up, too, and Alex is carrying her to bed, all the while kissing her, kissing her, kissing her like she’s oxygen, and she is, god, she is.

“Alex,” Maggie breathes as Alex lays her down, careful to put a pillow under her head, careful to not put all her weight on top of her, and Alex stops immediately, concern back in her eyes.

“Too much? I’m sorry, we can stop, or slow down, I’m sorry, I just… I’ve been wanting to do this,” she husks, her eyes again raking down Maggie’s body, like they did after she first kissed her in the bar, and the path of her eyes ignites heat in Maggie’s core that no one’s ever made her feel before and no, no, no, it’s not too fast.

Because it’s not fast enough.

“Kiss me,” she begs, and Alex grins again, and Alex complies, and Maggie shifts so her thigh is between Alex’s legs, and Alex tosses her head back and she moans and she looks down into Maggie’s eyes like she’s the entire universe, because she is.

“You are so beautiful,” she says, and one of her hands traces up Maggie’s shirt. “I want… I want to feel your skin. On mine.”

Maggie nods and Alex slips off her, shucking off her own shirt and watching as Maggie does the same, watching as Maggie arches her hips off the bed and tugs down her jeans as Alex kneels and mirrors the action.

“Wait,” Maggie asks as Alex reaches for her own bra clasp, eyes still on Maggie’s. “May I?”

“Yeah.” Alex voice is ragged and wrecked and Maggie imagines hers sounds about the same.

She gasps softly when Alex’s bra slips down her shoulders, and Alex bites her lip.

“Don’t be nervous, you… you’re perfect, Alex. You are so fucking gorgeous.”

“Can I?” is all Alex says in response, nodding at Maggie’s chest, and it’s Maggie’s turn to bite her own lip, because her heart is slamming so damn hard but she nods because yes, yes, yes, please.

Alex smirks when she unhooks Maggie’s bra in one try, and Maggie scowls but gives a laugh that turns into an excited gasp when Alex leans back down on top of her, both now wearing nothing but their underwear, Maggie in boxers, Alex in boyshorts.

The difference in the heat between their legs without their jeans; the difference between being shirtless and topless; the difference between being nearly naked and mostly clothed, makes both of them freeze, makes both of them stare, makes both of them shake.

“I love you,” Maggie breathes at the same moment that Alex says the same, and Alex drops her forehead to Maggie’s as they both giggle, as they both exhale in shaky relief, as tears prick both of their eyes.

“May I… I want to make love to you, Alex.”

“Yeah, same.”

“Good then.”

They have to stop every few moments, every few touches, to catch their breath. To avoid hyperventilating with excitement, with nerves, with new sensations, with overwhelming need. And each time they do, they kiss; each time they do, they stare into each other’s eyes; each time they do, they ask if the other needs to stop;  each time they do, they giggle slightly with relief, with shared nerves, shared excitement, shared exhilaration; each time they do, they press their foreheads together and breathe. Just breathe.

When their need to have skin on skin outweighs their fears, outweighs their nerves, so that they’re completely naked, Alex freezes, and Maggie freezes, and Alex holds most of her weight up on her left arm while interlacing her right hand through Maggie’s fingers.

“All good?”

“This feels perfect. You?”

“I want you so bad.”

“So do something about it instead of talking about it, Danvers.”

They both giggle at that, but Alex swallows their soft laughter in the ferocity of her next kiss, her eagerness to live up to Maggie’s teasing challenge.

Her teeth graze Maggie’s throat, her tongue traces her collarbone, her lips claim one of her nipples. Maggie screams and Alex pauses, and a tear streams down Maggie’s cheek and Alex crawls up to kiss it, to kiss her, before Maggie shakes her head and pushes her head back down.

“Please don’t get all soft on me now, Danvers,” she teases, and Alex grins wickedly instead of pointing out that Maggie’s crying – it would be a useless argument, because she’s got tears in her own eyes, too – and she occupies herself again with Maggie’s breasts, knowing that yep, yep, yep, she’s definitely gay, and she’s definitely gone completely soft on this woman.

She slips one of her thighs between Maggie’s legs tentatively, and when Maggie lets out a gasp that’s more of a scream, she freezes again, but Maggie just raises one of her own legs so Alex has pressure between hers, too. And it’s Alex’s turn to gasp, to scream, and they keep their eyes locked as Maggie arches her hips up, as Alex arches her hips down, each riding the other’s thigh slow, soft, frictionless.

Frictionless, because, “Damn Danvers, you’re so wet,” and “Never for anyone but you, Sawyer,” and “Same, Alex. Same.”

They arch their hips harder, faster, both of Alex’s hands now holding Maggie’s down against the mattress, fingers interlaced, Maggie nodding constantly to let Alex know yes, yes, yes, and when the muscles in Alex’s back tense with her orgasm, she screams Maggie’s name and her eyes squeeze shut and that image, that sound, that feeling of how wet Alex is all over Maggie’s thigh, that feeling of Alex’s body hot and sweating and firm on top of her, of Alex’s leg between hers, giving her all the pressure in all the right places, sends Maggie over her own edge, with Alex’s name on her own lips, but softly, softly, softly, sending up a perfect harmony with Alex’s louder screams.

“Maggie,” Alex whispers as they both come back down, as she untangles their fingers and lifts her body to make sure she doesn’t collapse her entire weight onto Maggie’s, resting her forehead on Maggie’s collarbone, breathing, breathing, breathing.

“Was that okay?” she asks, and it’s tears, not just sweat, on Maggie’s face.

And, she realizes with a start, on her own, too.

“More than okay, Danvers. You?”

“Yeah. Definitely yeah. Uh… was that something you’d… wanna do again?”

“With you, Alex? Definitely yeah.”

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A/N: So I had to cut this into two parts. It was going to be wayyy to long otherwise, but the good news is that you don’t have to wait for the next part ! I’ll post that in a few days, until then part 2 everybody…

Warning: Smut, kind of.

Word Count: 4032

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I Can Manage On My Own (Lafayette x Reader)

(75 where the reader gets into a fist fight over civil rights and shocks Lafayette by winning, please? :)

This felt SO BADASS TO WRITE OH MY GOSH. 

Happy Sunday everyone! Enjoy!

You sat at your table and gripped your glass in anger. Lafayette quickly took notice, placing his hand on top of yours and rubbing gently in an attempt to soothe you. His hand rubbed gently on yours, reminding you that there were more important things than giving some idiot your attention. He was always incredible at calming you down; as fiery and hot-tempered as you sometimes were, gentle reminders from him subdued you instantly. However, this lasted about three seconds. Then the man, slightly tipsy with booze, spoke out again.

“All I’m saying, is if these people are actually looking for equal rights, then why can’t they bother to learn to read or write?”

You felt your blood begin to boil again. Like any slave had ever been given the opportunity or resources to become legible. This man had been at the bar for as long as you and Lafayette had been there, and was trouble since he first walked in the door. He sat and spewed racist, ignorant garbage every chance he found, loudly and obnoxiously enough to reach the ears of every patron in the restaurant, and probably the entire block.

“Their colored, uneducated selves deserve to be kept beneath us!” he continued, as he raised his mug of beer into the air, expecting cheers or applause. Everyone kept silent, and those seated close to him did not even bother to look at him.

You sighed and tried to direct your attention back to Lafayette. You two had a night off, and were trying to enjoy it. This man had other plans.

“And look, the revolutionaries in this bar sit in silence, knowing they can’t argue!” the drunken man called out, directing his attention to your table.

It was difficult to tell a regular man from a revolutionist. Their outfits were very similar, and did not stand out in a crowd. However, you were immediately recognized as one. The fact that you were a woman, not wearing a dress spoke volumes about you immediately, given the time period. Your white shirt, blue coat, and dark brown boots instantly set you apart from the crowd, and you could easily be labeled a revolutionary in the blink of an eye.

You couldn’t hold your tongue much longer, despite Lafayette’s best efforts.

“Sir, we are not agreeing with you. We are simply trying to ignore your idiotic statements, just as everyone else here is.” you stated, bold and unforgiving.

He seemed shocked by your response.

“And why do you, woman, think you have any business talking to me like that?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ah, I’ll speak a little slower so that you can understand, whore. Your. Lips. Weren’t. Made. For. Talking.” he spat, then proudly took another swig of his drink.

You stood up, hands curling into fists.

Lafayette immediately got up as well, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“(Y/N), arrêtez. He is not worth your time.” he said, desperately trying to coax you into sitting back down.

“You expect me to just sit here and take his insults?” you angrily asked, turning back to face him.

Non, we should just leave. Calmez-vous. Let idiots be idiots.”

“My good man,” the man suddenly spoke up again. “The next time you bring your bitch in here, be sure to keep her on a leash and a muzzle.” 

Now, it was Lafayette’s turn to step towards the man, beginning to steam with anger.

“(Y/N), sit down. I will take care of him.” he said, placing his hand on your shoulder and gesturing to the chair for you to sit before he pounded the man.

“I can manage on my own, thank you.” you said, refusing to move. “You don’t have to fight all my battles for me.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, (Y/N), sit d-”

“He’s right, sweetheart! Wouldn’t want to hurt those pretty hands of yours!” the man called out, scooting out of his seat and walking towards you, grinning and preparing for a fight.

You looked up at Lafayette. You’re pretty sure he saw the absolute death in your eyes because he sighed, released your shoulder, and pressed his palm to his face. He knew there was no stopping you now.

Mon Dieu,” he mumbled into his hand. “Just please don’t get yourself killed.”

You looked at the man. He was still smirking, lifted his hand up and waved towards himself in a “come and get me” kind of manner, completely underestimating your abilities. 

The crowd of patrons eagerly watched, waiting for something to happen. There wasn’t a single other sound hanging in the air.

You cracked your knuckles.

“You’re gonna look real funny with your teeth pushed in.” you said through gritted teeth.

He raised his fists, and lazily swung at you. You quickly dodged it, then responded with an uppercut to his chin as he wobbled back into fighting position. He, still impaired by the sudden pain and alcohol, held onto the side of the table as he landed a sharp kick to your gut, followed immediately by his fist colliding with your cheek. You stumbled back, quickly stood up, and felt every fiber in your body catch fire. 

There was no way you were going to let this idiot hurt you. 

You stepped towards him, and almost with inhuman speed, landed a solid punch straight into his gut. He doubled over, and you used the opportunity to grab the back of his head by his hair. You them raised it, and then smacked it down onto the table he was using to support himself. You felt yourself lose a bit of control and you continued whacking his head into the wooden surface, a small pool of blood beginning to gather there.

Smack.

He deserved this.

Smack.

He’s a racist.

Smack. 

He’s a sexist.

Smack.

He is the scum of the earth. 

You suddenly felt arms grab yours, and began to pry your hands out of his hair. You didn’t fight back, knowing that you had done the damage that needed to be done. You were then escorted by two very flustered bar tenders out of the establishment, as the observers of the fight cheered and the man crumpled to the floor, limp with unconsciousness. 

You were shoved out of the door, and onto the street, the darkness of night enveloping your body. You stood there, and began to catch your breath, your heart and adrenaline levels still skyrocketing. Your midsection and cheek throbbed slightly from the punches and kicks he placed on you.

The doors sprang open again as Lafayette exploded through them, quickly making his way over to you. 

“(Y/N)? You are okay?” he asked, cupping your face into his hands and scanning you over and over for visible signs of injury.

“I’m fine, Laffy.” 

“Are you insane? Did you see how much bigger he was than you? Oh, mon Dieu, you are an absolute moron. What if he had hurt you? Really hurt you? Are you such an impulsive person that you risk your well being due to your emotions towards people who don’t matter?” he rambled.

What you had done finally began to sink in, and you realized how stupid the entire situation was. You really had worried Lafayette. You hung your head in shame, regretting the past fifteen minutes.

“But still,” he began. “That was incredibly bad ass.”

You lifted your head up and looked at him, a grin slowly forming on your face as you saw him beam down at you.

“I just wanted to show him his place.” you humbly responded.

“Show him his place? (Y/N) you kicked him out of his place, out of the door and off the face of the Earth! I’ve never seen a more expertly-executed ass whooping!” He exclaimed, excitement and pride in his voice as you giggled, laughing at his choice of words.

He continued to explain his favorite parts of the fights to you: the crowds’ reactions, and the reluctance of the bartenders to step in and stop you, both because they knew the asshole deserved it, and because you were a bit scary. He recounted these facts like a little kid, brimming with animation and enthusiasm. You couldn’t help but laugh at it; he was being absolutely adorable.

“But honestly, mi amour, I didn’t know you had it in you,” he ended, looking like a proud parent.

You shrugged. 

“What can I say? You learn a lot of fighting techniques when you’re building a new nation.”

“You’re absolutely incredible,” he said, still not quite over the excitement of the events that just took place. “But you’re not hurt? You’re okay?”

He brushed his hand along your cheek, and took notice when you winced in pain.

“Just fine, Laffy.” you lied.

He tutted and examined the forming bruise closely. 

“How about you come and stay the night at my place?” he offered. “I know a special remedy for cheek bruises.”

“Oh really?” you asked, having a hard time believing there was any cheek bruise ailment. “And what may that be?”

“This.” he replied, swooping down and quickly pressing his lips sweetly to your cheek.

You blushed deeply as he stood back up, looking down at you, eyes brimming with endearment.

“And there are more of those awaiting at your house?” you asked, flirting.

“Plenty.” he said, cocking his head down at you and waiting for a response. 

“Well we’d better get going then,” you said, taking his hand and beginning to lead him down the road.

He quickly joined your side, arm wrapping around your shoulders as you walked further into the night. The restaurant still shone with light, alive with sound and laughter, as if the brawl had never even happened.

Dreaming (M)

Description:  Johnny and Ten share a room, which would be harmless if Johnny weren’t having wet dreams about Ten almost every night. Johnny’s frustration is growing rapidly and it doesn’t help that Ten’s a little tease.

A/N: There seriously needs to be more Johnten out there… including some other ships I wont name… Anyways, this has daddy kink and some spanking in it just sayin’. This is my oneshot from my aff account, i’m just sharing it on here. There’ll be a part two coming up soon too because this is short.

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Imagine Going on a Hike with Jared Leto

“Hey, Y/N, wake up” I heard Jared’s voice, then I felt his lips on my shoulder. “C’mon babe, we gotta get up” he said and kissed my cheek.

I opened my eyes and he was lying on his right side with his right arm under his head, looking at me.

“Mmmmm, already?” I opened my eyes and started stretching out in the bed. Then I covered my face with a blanket not wanting to get up.

“Ha, ha, yeah already. C’mon sleepyhead, It’s gonna be a great day” Jared chuckled and took the blanket off my head, put his arm over me and kissed my cheek again. “Up. Now” he said and rubbed his nose over mine, then he rolled over and got up first “Don’t make me drag you out of the bed” he pointed his finger at me pretending to threaten me while he was going to the bathroom.

“Fine, fine, I’m up” I said and set on the side of the bed putting my face into my hands, trying to wake up completely.

It was 6 am, and I was not an early bird. Jared on the hand loved the dawn, and morning hikes, which he planned for us today. I love spending time with him, especially doing stuff that he enjoys. It’s the perfect opportunity to get to know him, but this was just too exhausting. Especially considering we can never go to bed early enough.

I’m not hearing footsteps!” Jared yelled from the bathroom.

“Ugh, I’m up you big nag” I said and headed to the bathroom. When I got in, he was finishing brushing his teeth and he rinsed it with a mouthwash.

“I’m never sleeping over again if you plan on waking me up like this” I said and washed my face. As I was putting a toothpaste on my toothbrush I saw Jared looking at me, while he was leaning against the counter folding his arms over his chest.

“What?” I asked and started brushing my teeth. 

“Nothing” he said and bite his lower lip “I was just looking at how beautiful you are when you wake up all cranky” he said, ran his fingers through his blond hair and scanned my entire body from top to bottom. I was wearing his big t-shirt, and a pair of panties. My hair was up in a messy ponytail and I couldn’t think of a less attractive sight than this. While, on the other hand, he was shirtless, wearing only the pajama bottoms. Still, this “bedroom edition” of me turned him on. 

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13, stroking hair, Maeve and Zevran. :D

No one ever said it would be easy, carrying out their quests alone.

Not that they always travel alone; they still have comrades-in-arms willing to join them from time to time.

Today, however, they were alone, and today required slogging through a swamp to the ruin that was their destination; fighting off more than the typical number of undead, including not one but two revenants; facing off with a particularly tricksy demon; and in the end, finding nothing of use but one rather tattered grimoire in a particularly obtuse variant of Old Tevene.

And then, of course, having to slog back out through the swamp again. Just the two of them, Maeve Surana and Zevran.

To make matters worse, there is not even a welcoming inn available at the end of the day, with a fire and hot water for bathing if you pay enough, and stew that somebody else made. There is only their own campsite in a sheltered spot outside the swamp.

They pass the last hour through the swamp in silence. Maeve is too busy fuming and pondering what their next step should be, and even Zevran’s habitual cheer runs dry after a day like today. As soon as they reach the camp, Maeve lights a fire with a flick of her fingers, and with another sweep of her arm, sets the wards round the site so that nothing will disturb them in the night.

Zevran is already stripping off muddy boots and gear; she does the same, spreading out her sodden cloak to dry and sighing over the state of their armor and weapons, all of which will require a thorough cleaning.

But, Andraste’s ashes, not now.

Zev ducks into their tent and emerges with fresh robes for both of them, plus a blanket against the chill. Maeve gladly shrugs on the clean clothing and sinks down to sit by the fire with a sigh.

Zev settles silently beside her and then slowly tips over onto his side, pillowing his head in her lap.

Maeve often thinks that she does not really deserve him: all that tenacious, devoted loyalty, still by her side years after their first group of friends have scattered to the winds, made themselves rulers of nations or whispers in the Divine’s ear. They are neither of them as young as they used to be, but Zev has never sought to deter her from any of her quests for lost lore, no matter how trivial they might seem.

She runs her fingers through his hair, long and fine as silk in her hand. Nearly as smooth, but for tangles made by damp and a day’s wear, which she teases apart with her fingers, gently. She finger-combs through his hair until it all runs smooth and soft.

Zev sighs, relaxing in her lap like a cat. “What next, amora?”

“Somewhere with a library,” she says. “But perhaps also somewhere with baths and sunshine.”

“What a civilized notion,” he says.

“Mm.” The mere idea is tempting, as she succumbs to the lassitude of a tired and sore body and the warmth of the fire.

Zevran catches her hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “Toward civilization tomorrow, then. But first, a meal and rest, and perhaps we shall find a way to amuse each other, yes?”

“You are the sensible one,” she tells him, laughing, as he flashes her a smile and heaves himself to his feet.

It is not so bad, either, traveling with such excellent company.

Sean Cassidy + “They were suppose to be wrong!”

When your fiancee Sean had gone missing, leaving behind ransacked apartment and bloody walls in his wake the police had said not to be too optimistic, that from how everything looked the love of your life might not be coming home. You shook your head at that, refusing to listen to them. They were wrong, they had to be. How could Sean, the ginger boy who helped stop World War Three be dead? How could Sean, who loved aquariums and you be gone forever?

But as days turned to weeks and weeks to months the police stopped looking for what they assumed was a body. Despite your pleas to continue on.  

“Ms. Y/SN,” the lead detective on Sean’s case said to you over a steaming cup of coffee, “We’re giving up on your fiancee’s case.” You felt your heart drop.

“You can’t!” You begged, your hands curling into fists, you could feel your hands starting to heat up as the wind outside the dinner the detective had requested to meet at started to swirl angrily.

“I’m sorry miss,” he apologised, “We have other cases, we can’t spend anymore manpower on-” he cut himself off from saying ‘on a corpse’.

“He’s not dead,” you whisper, even the thought of Sean never coming made you nauseous. The older man gave you a gad smile before tossing down a few dollars to cover both his and your coffees.

“Like I said, I’m sorry.”

You were sure he was wrong. That’s why you went to your old friend Charles. But he was no help either, he was too strung out to help. Hank had said he’d do all he could from the confines of the run down school, only to earn a disgusted look from you. His friend was missing and he’d do all he could from the school.

“Thanks Hank,” You spit, “But I’m not sure how much you can do hiding away in here. I’ll do it myself.” And you did. After nearly a year of driving around the country, following leads, turning yourself into a ghost, you managed to track Sean down.

Or, well, you managed to track the men who kidnaped Sean. The burly men hadn’t expected you to burst into the shoddy farm house they were renting out, arms on fire, brandishing questions.

“Why’d you take him?” You snarled at the shaking man, the two other men were dead, burnt to crisps by you.

“We-we were paid to,” he choked.

“By who?” He didn’t answer, so you, with a flaming hand punched him. Causing the man to cry out. You raised your hand again, ready to strike him across the face once more, only for him sob out an answer.

“Trask, we were hired by Trask to get him.”

“Why?” Your jaw clenched tightly, your molars were starting to hurt but you didn’t care, you were finally getting real answers.

“I don’t know-” you brought your flaming hand down onto his face again, “-I swear I don’t know! All I know is that we- me, I -were, was, paid to get the people off the list.”

“What list?” You growled and he shook his head, “A list, it was just a list!” You sucked in a deep breath, smelling burnt flesh and soot.

“Where’d you take him?”

“DC,” he sucked in a breath, “We took all of them to a warehouse in DC.” You gave him a look and he told you that the warehouse was on the corner of ‘Locust Road and 16th Street’. You nod at the information, you look down at the man before setting him on fire as well. You never promised him mercy, and after kidnapping Sean, it’s what he deserved.

You made it to the warehouse within a day-due to not stopping for sleep or food. It was a high tech facility with armed guards at every possible entrance. It might have been a problem if you cared. Instead of creating a plan like you would have done once upon a time, when the Xmen were a thing and Charles wasn’t a drunk junkie, you let the fire that was usual contained to your arms spread until it covered your whole body, and marched right on in there. Taking every possible guard down with you.

Due to the fact that bullets melted before they got within ten feet of you and humans were easily mowed down, it took nearly ten minutes before reaching the control room.

The men in lab coats squealed in terror as you lit a guard on fire in front of them. You commanded them away from the computers and to stand in the corner of the room.

“Sean Cassidy,” You yelled over his agony filled screams, “Where is he?”

“Who?” The shortest one cried, his eyes were wide and he was shaking in fear.

“Sean Cassidy,” you repeated.

“Th-the one with the sonic scream, correct?” You turned to the lanky man in a lab coat and nodded.

“Ro-room 237-” he gives you his keycard, “Here.” You don’t stick around to hear their screams and pleas of death. You just found Sean. As you run down the hallways, looking at the numbers above hope fills your chest like an inflating balloon, you aren’t smiling but there’s a light in your eyes that hasn’t been there since the morning you bid Sean a goodbye before going off to work.

When you reach room 237 you use the keycard to open the door. You expect to see a malnourished Sean, him in a white hospital gown, alive and ready to be saved, but you don’t.

Instead you enter a room full of bodies on metal slabs, each covered by nothing other than a thin blanket. You stagger back, oth into the hall, the wind knocked out of you. You check the room number-237. The man said 237, right? You know he did. But maybe he’s wrong, he has to be wrong.

You extinguish your fire before you slowly walk into the room. The first body you see belongs to Angle. You cover your mouth as you let out a sorrowful scream. She looked so pale and thin, so unlike the woman you once knew. Her once long hiar had been cut short and her eyes were closed. She looked sick, but resting. Not dead.

You walk further into the room, the only light coming from your body. The next two bodies are males, neither are Sean but they have fresh surgical scars covering their body. You want to puke. The next body is a woman, she has scales running up her body-her right arm is missing and for a moment all you can think about is how scared she must have been.  

The next body catches your eye. It’s the corpse of a curly ginger heart makes your heart drop. You stand there for a minute, not fully turning to it. If you don’t look it can’t be him right? If you don’t check to see that means Sean has to be alive, right?

But you do turn. You see him, Sean, on a metal slab and you can’t breath. You’ve never drowned before but you’re sure in that moment, you are.

“No,” you whisper. You approach the body and see that it is, indeed, Sean. He doesn’t have the scars the other two males have. He’s paler than ever before, the rosy color you were so use to seeing on his nose and cheeks are gone. You can see the faint lines of what would have been crow’s feet in the corners of his shut eyes and smile lines. He doesn’t look like he’s sleeping like Angel had been, he looks dead. Empty. A shell of the man you loved.

“No,” you repeat, “They were suppose to be wrong!

Suddenly it’s like you’re new to your mutation all over again. You burst into uncontrollable flames, the heat on your body intensifies, the fire grows and you let out such an inhuman sound you were sure that if Sean had been alive, he would have made a cute comparison between that and some sound Hank mades when blue and fuzzy.

But he didn’t, because he’s dead. Because he was killed. Because-

Fire starts to overtake the building, metal is melting and the sheets on bodies are starting to catch on fire.

Hank once said you were immune to fire but as you look down at Sean and how empty he looks you can’t help but hope he’s wrong, because you don’t want to be alone. You don’t want want to be in a world without Sean.

@v-writings // @raypclmer 

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Summary: Isak just wants a summer job. Eva’s trying to figure herself out. But it only takes a bouquet of flowers, some newspapers, and some hot blondes to change both of their lives.

Chapter: 1/12

Notes: I have a lot of people to thank for helping me get this fic off the ground. Firstly, HUGE thanks to Vivi (@gayvildeee), my amazing beta! Thanks also to Tallulah (@gayvildelien), for answering all my random questions about tattoo parlors, Ahsoka (@skamda) for answering questions about teenagers in Norway, and all the incredible gays in the @skamwlwnet for being wonderful and supportive. And last but not least, a huge thanks to Lise (@evalienmohn) for encouraging me to write this from the beginning, answering all my questions about Norsk, and being willing to let me yell about any new ideas I had about the fic to her at any time.

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As soon as he arrives, Isak regrets everything. The whole time he’s hanging up his hoodie and tying the strings of the pale pink apron around his back, Isak is cursing Eva for getting him into this situation. Then he curses himself for letting Eva find a job for him. And then part of him wonders if this is a form of payback for the shit that he did to her relationship last year.

But in the end he doesn’t really have a choice. When the person whose couch you’ve been living on for the past month suggests that you should get a job, then you kind of have to take up their offer. And it’s marginally better than sitting on his ass all summer and watching Narcos or playing video games with Jonas and his buddies. But still. A fucking flower shop. Elias would have a goddamn field day if he knew.

“Isak!”

Eva’s voice jolts him out of his thoughts. He can’t help but smile a little at her, leaning against the doorway and smirking at him, her coppery hair brushing her shoulders. “You ready for your first real day?”

“I guess,” Isak mutters.

“You okay?” she asks. “Nervous?”

He hates that question. He hates that she can read him so well. “Nah, I’m fine.” He looks her in the eye and tries to muster a smile. “Alright. I’m ready.”

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Slouchy vs swaggering walk. (Halt and Catch Fire, S2E3)

Company

I need you to take my mind of being in my prime

Summary: Despite having split up nearly three years ago, Taron has always found solace in your company. He’s never been one for being in the spotlight, so when he has a break during promotion for Kingsman he finds himself returning to the one person who knows him better than he knows himself.  

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Confident (Part 5)

Summary: Your best friend growing up was Sam Wilson but with his busy life as an Avenger and your life in the Air Force, you two never really got to spend much time together. That was until you applied to become the new War Machine after Col. James Rhodes retired. Now Sam won’t let you be and a new protective streak has started but will it end your friendship or only make things stronger? Bucky X Reader

A/N: This part took forever! It was like pulling teeth….

Warning: Swearing (This will never NOT be a tag)/Fluff/Romanogers if you’re not into that?

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“Do you ever stop working?” Bucky leaned back on a piece of workout equipment as he watched you, running his fingers through his hair. You were tight shorts and a tank top, easily pulling your body weight as you did pull ups. But while you worked, Bucky was enjoying his view.

“Not typically. Did you have something in mind?”

“Yeah, let’s watch a movie or go out somewhere.” You scoffed, chuckling a little at the random proposal. This was typical though. In every friendship or relationship you had ever had you were the constant worker, entirely Type A. Bucky and you would normally workout or go over files and paperwork together to pass the time. You were constantly working but this was the first time Bucky had proposed actually hanging out. “Come on! We’re both caught up on paperwork and read every file imaginable.” His argument was becoming more and more convincing.

“You’ve never read my file, Barnes.” You smirked, half joking with him.

“And you’ve never read mine.” The looked he gave you was something you couldn’t quite read. His eyes turned dark but it wasn’t out of anger. Was this… sexual tension?

“O-okay, and what would we do?” You asked as you jumped down off the bar, trying to push this conversation towards the previous topic.

“Let’s go into the city! Go to a movie theater!” You laughed as you watched his expression. He was very excited with this idea and with no reason not to go, what could go wrong?

“Sure,” you answered, causing Bucky to fist pump the air.

“Yes! Hey Wilson!” Bucky called out as Sam walked past the training room. “You want to come with us into the city today?” Bucky asked but Sam looked right at him only to turn and walk away. “Damn, your loss. I’ll asked Steve and Romanoff then.” You rolled your eyes at Sam’s behavior but pushed it away. He was a big boy and could take care of himself.

Bucky had convinced Steve and Natasha to join you both to the movies. Wearing civilian clothes felt a little strange but Bucky distracted you. He was funny and goofy, a completely different side than when he was on a mission. You enjoyed this side of him. He even forwent his typical gloves, saying he felt comfortable without them. His confidence was admirable and it almost made you jealous.

“You good, do- I mean, Y/N?” Bucky stuttered as pulled your attention away from the car window. Steve drove with Natasha in the passenger seat, leaving you and Bucky in the back… together. Bucky didn’t make you nervous but the situation did. It almost looked like a double date but that would be silly… right? You weren’t sure.

“You can call me ‘doll’. It’s okay.” You smiled, but it was nothing compared to the bright smile that Bucky flashed you. “And yes. I’m excited for today.” That warm feeling in your cheeks was returning. The car ride was rather slow as Captain America apparently does not drive over the speed limit so the conversation was light, teasing Steve for being an old man. It was really uneventful until you noticed Natasha’s hand on Steve’s thigh while he drove or the brush of their hands and the way he said her name. You pulled out your phone and texted Bucky.

You: What’s going on between Romanoff and Rogers?

Bucky: What do you mean?

You: They’re really touch-y?

Bucky: Well, that’s what happens when you’re dating someone, doll.

You: WHAT? Romanoff and Rogers are dating??

Bucky: HAHAHA You didn’t know? Well, they have been dating for a while.

You: I just didn’t know what the protocol was…

Bucky: We’re all adults here. It’s not like we’re all 18 year old horny, privates in the military.

You: Yeah, I guess you’re right.

You looked up and smiled at him, giggling slightly from your conversation.

“You two are adorable back there.” Natasha teased, making you blush.

“Hey, Romanoff! Watch it.” Bucky growled but you continued to giggle.

“What? I’m just saying L/N doesn’t even crack a smile during missions and training but here she is giggling with you in the backseat.” She turned towards you to shoot you a mischievous grin.

“Nat, leave them alone.” Steve laughed as he warned Natasha. “We’re here anyway.”

“Gah, finally.” You joked but all eyes turned towards you. “I-uh-mean…”

“Did you just make a joke?” Bucky asked, still staring at you.

“I think she did!” Natasha laughed, bending over to Steve’s shoulder as she started laughing harder. You looked at Bucky who was also laughing hard.

“Alright, let’s go to this movie.” Steve rolled his eyes as everyone exited the car and headed towards the theater. It was easier for the more recognizable members of your group to hide under the dim lights of the theater but the lighting couldn’t hide Steve and Natasha’s behavior. They were even closer than they were in the car, like teenagers. It had been ingrained in you since your initial entry into the military to keep your love life and work separate. Once even a rumor circulated that a woman was willing to date another airman, no one would respect her. Yet here was Natasha Romanoff, the woman whom everyone feared and one of the best leaders you could emulate and Steve Rogers, the embodiment of righteousness, making out in a movie theater. Could you finally relax? Be yourself?  

“I shouldn’t have invited them, doll. Sorry.” Bucky whispered in your ear, pulling your out of your thoughts. His breath was hot against your neck, almost brushing his lips against the soft skin under your ear. You could feel your body slowly catching on fire. You were hyper aware of where his hands brushed your arm and where his leg was touching yours. Could you actually have a relationship with someone AND be a respected Avenger? Could that someone be Bucky?

“It’s okay, Bucky.” You turned towards him, not realizing how close his face was until you were looking him in the eyes. You inhaled sharply, feeling your body freeze. Your nose touched his but neither one moved.

“Y/N, may I kiss you?” You could barely hear his request over your heart beating in your ears. Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded as you connect with his lips. It was a sweet, soft kiss, like you two had all the time in the world. When you eventually pulled away you could see Bucky’s smile practically lighting up the theater. You turned towards the movie with the warm red blush over your cheeks. Bucky would have been concerned with your sudden disinterest until he felt your small, cold fingers wrapping around his flesh hand. He smiled again as he looked down at you but eventually towards the screen again, squeezing your hand lightly.

Part 6

So the ending was a surprise. I didn’t really put that in my timeline for the story so HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

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-Love Kate xoxo