let's play the game of guess what this file is saved as

the ghost in the machine

BUT WHILE IM ON THE TOPIC
I have played undertale A LOT. I’ve gone through the game so many times, looking for every little bit of knowledge or secret info that I thought I missed, and what do you know.

please tell me everyone else saw this fucking thing in the true lab
the HEART IN THAT CONTAINER????

* [puts on tinfoil hat]

i’m willing to bet that’s chara’s soul tbh, AND that it’s powering the CORE.
Human souls don’t vanish on death right? And we can see from the example in game (SPOILERS: azzie) that absorbed/combined souls don’t shatter when UNcombined/let go/freed/ whatever. They’re free to do whatever, unless contained.

Working hypothesis: Chara’s soul did not disappear when Asriel fell down in the garden. Gaster captured and used Chara’s soul to create and/or power the CORE, where Chara’s DT gave the CORE it’s unusual timeline altering abilities (including the power to erase gaster from existence/memory), and the CORE itself kept Chara’s soul dormant, much like the soul containers you see before the battle with Asgore.

( I say that it was gaster and NOT alphys because though the true log files mention the queen leaving, Alphys doesn’t KNOW Toriel, or recognize her on sight. It would keep character interactions consistent, as well as being fully explained within the game’s current canon. I’m not even going to TRY to get into the theory of “mixed authorship” of the logfiles, even though I personally like that theory, because it’s really complicated and I… dont want to look up sources right now. BASICALLY the theory states that the author of the logfiles up til 8? i think? (And seventeen, of course.) were Gaster’s writing, and that after he was retroactively erased from existence Alphys came in as the royal scientist and had to fill in the blanks of what he was working with, cue her inexperience with DT and its extended/slow acting side affects on monster bodies. ANYWAYS……)

This is also how Chara acts as the narrator/flavor text for Frisk, I think. The CORE filled the underground with light, right? They’re literally with you everywhere you go. Frisk’s Determination- the similarity between their souls- is what “woke” chara up initially, while their connection to the ENTIRE UNDERGROUND is why they can tag along with you through your journey. … And it’s also why they can’t follow you when you leave. Their soul is still trapped in the machine. And it’s why they can instigate a TRUE RESET when nobody else can. 

(additionally, and this could just be me rambling: Chara’s soul powering the CORE could provide reason as to why the former six humans could not RESET or SAVE, where you CAN. Chara’s soul was still dormant at the time of the other humans’ passings, and they could not interfere. I mean, they say they only woke up once YOU fell down, so it’s a pretty solid guess. Follow up: They use YOUR determination to save and reset, giving you the power to change fate. You are able to do this Because Chara is helping you. You’re partners. Even in pacifist. ESPECIALLY in pacifist.)

OH!! Another thing I almost forgot to mention. In Hotland, on the “CORE approach” screen, where you see the core in the distance. The music that plays in the background? It’s the same music that you hear at the end of a genocide run when Chara talks to you. It’s a slowed down, distorted heartbeat. 
Might not mean anything, but. :^) It’s pretty unsettling, right? 

Man, what is it with royal scientists and fucking over royal kids?
Chara’s the ghost in the machine, and Asriel’s stuck as a flower. Jesus.
I wonder if that’s why the gaster follower asked if alphys would end up the same way as him…?
That’s pretty chilling.

Fallout 4: All Companion Swap Dialogues

So here are all the dialogues for swapping companions in Fallout 4, taken from both the game itself and the extracted dialogue files on the other Fallout Wiki. I thought I’d put them here since a lot of them are bugged in my game at least, especially X6′s dialogues. (Cut for length)

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Hacker (Peter X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of cheating.

Request: Can you do one where the reader is dating Peter and she’s a hacker who sells information to support herself (her parents are gone) and she knows Peter is Spider-Man and he somehow finds out who she is?


Originally posted by manny-mellark

You were a secretive person. You had been for the majority of your life. People only knew the basics about you, like your name and age. But your wardrobe was overflowing with skeletons, and you were surprised that not one had been found out yet.

You even kept secrets from your boyfriend, Peter.

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anonymous asked:

So... scully is not Mulder's "type"? What about Mulder? Is he her type?

Hooooo boy.  This is an interesting question, Anon, so forgive my long-winded diatribe complete with photos, but this topic fascinates me because Scully’s romantic history was written mostly by men, and therefore very BADLY.  So in answering this question I’m going to rely largely on canon, but also the more fleshed-out, three-dimensional Scully I’ve come to know through fanfiction and fanon as well.  

As far as Scully’s physical type goes, I’m guessing Fox Mulder breaks the mold, and we have a few men to compare him to that supports that assertion.  Here are the men we KNOW she was romantically involved with:

Ethan Minette (Scully’s boyfriend in the Pilot who was eventually written out):

Jack Willis (one of Scully’s instructors at the FBI Academy):

Daniel Waterston (One of Scully’s professors while she was in medical school):

Notable mentions go to Rob (the father of a child who Scully agreed to go on a date with and whom she presumably met while at her godson’s birthday party in The Jersey Devil):

Ed Jerse (who she agreed to go on a date with because she was presumably attracted to him, and who wouldn’t be):

And Sheriff Lucius Hartwell (who admittedly was a vampire, so Scully may have been affected by him because vampires are supposed to be “charming” and “seductive” but I kinda have a thing for Luke Wilson so I’m gonna include him for funsies):

I don’t think I’m forgetting anybody (and I’m deliberately leaving out Phillip Padgett because I don’t think Scully was attracted to him.  Fight me.).  There’s an argument to be made that Scully was also eventually attracted to Walter Skinner, John Doggett, and/or Monica Reyes, but that’s a post for another day.

So, let’s be real, most of the guys pictured above are not the GQ models that this guy is:

Originally posted by spookyymulder

HOWEVER, emotionally and mentally, Mulder abso-freaking-lutely fits the mold for Men Dana Scully Falls For.  Scully has a lot of Daddy Issues, as evidenced by what little we saw of the Ahab/Starbuck relationship in Beyond the Sea and One Breath, and I think that that manifests itself, as it often does, in the relationships she cultivates with the other men in her life.  Scully tends to be attracted to men in positions of power who can be domineering and overbearing.  Scully eventually ends up rebelling against these men because inevitably they think they know better than she does what’s best for her.  

We see that play out with Mulder, too, because he’s an authority figure (as the Agent who runs the X-Files division), he’s brilliant, he’s driven, and he’s passionate.  He also has a tendency to act alone (read: ditch her) or to keep things from her because he believes it to be in her best interest to do so (See: End Game, Emily, Per Manum).  He’s protecting her.  Keep in mind, Mulder is also working through his own family history by trying to save every woman he comes into contact with because of his own issues with Samantha, but again, another post for another day.

Where Mulder differs from all of her previous relationships, however, is that he respects Scully enough to let her make her own decisions, to be her own person.  He pushes her, it’s true, but he pushes her to be better, to do better, to think outside the rigid little boxes she compartmentalizes her life into, and he does so in a way that she finds challenging, if not exasperating.  He teaches her to wonder at the mysteries of the universe, not just to explain them away.  

Is Mulder Scully’s type?  I think the argument can be made that yes, he is, and no, he isn’t.  He might not be what she thought she always wanted, but he became what she never knew she needed.  

Chase

Pairing: Steve reader

Summary: the avengers were being troubled by a vigilante; you. they had been trying to catch you for a while, but had failed in every attempt. You finally decided to end this game by confronting the handsome star-spangled man.

A/N: and I finally wrote something. Please ignore any errors, I’m sleep deprived and have a whole lot of stuff to do. this is an introductory part, it will be kind of steamy, flirty series. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): none! (how is this possible!?)

Word Count: 1504

PART 2

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Tony frowned as another report about the so called ‘hero’ was handed over to him. he read it and sighed. they didn’t mind your help, anything to help save the world was welcomed. but they were still dubious about letting you continue doing so alone. After all, they couldn’t have blind faith in you and sit their believing that you won’t ever cause any harm.

‘it’s her again, isn’t it?’ Steve asked tony as he entered the common room.

‘yup, our new saviour!’ he waved the report at him. Steve took the report and gave it a quick read.

‘we really have to find her. it’s getting a little out of hand.’ he said as he placed the file on the table.

‘a little? On that last mission, she flew right past me with a wink and sent me flying back with her powers!’ he waved his hand in the air. Steve tried to hide his smile as the memory of tony spinning in the air helplessly popped in his mind. ‘I know you’re laughing, cap.’

‘I’m sorry. well, you don’t have to worry about it now,’ he kept a hand on his shoulder. ‘Clint and I are going to make this bust at a warehouse today, I bet she’ll be there.’

‘well, she better be. And can you do me a favour?’ he asked and steve nodded. ‘rip off that bandana of hers from her mouth and burn it in front of her.’ Tony said and he rolled his eyes.

‘come on, tony. You shouldn’t have tried to touch it at the first place.’ Steve said

‘yeah, yeah. Just go bring her here.’ He said before Steve left.

Clint and Steve were crouched near the window of the old warehouse. they stayed in the position without moving an inch, watching the gang members as they loaded their supplies. Steve was growing impatient every minute, he was growing tired of not being able to catch you. being captain America and a former soldier, he was getting very frustrated not being able to complete his mission.

Clint rubbed his arms as the chilly wind blew past him. ‘I am getting really tired of this whole cat mouse thing we have going on with this girl.’ He said getting up.

‘yeah, it’s driving me crazy! Whenever she gets out of my hand I feel so..’ he looked for a better word to describe his anger and frustration but couldn’t find one.

‘useless and frustrated?’ someone suggested.

‘yeah.’ he nodded. they both swivelled quickly as they recognized your voice.

‘you!’ Clint pointed and lunged at you but you dodged him effortlessly.

‘yes, it’s me.’ you grinned but they couldn’t see it because of the bandana tied across your face. ‘hello, darlings. Did you miss me?’ you said in a shrill, flirty voice.

‘oh, more than you think.’ Steve quirked his brows.

‘well, I sort of have that effect on people.’ you said before taking off. ‘I think we can continue this chatter after doing some work.’ They heard your voice from a distance.

‘can I shoot an arrow at her?’ Clint looked at Steve.

‘no, we want her alive.’ he took out his shield.

‘not even a little bit?’ he looked at him before jumping through the window.

It took you minutes to clear the base. it never really took you much time with your telekinetic abilities, super strength and power of flight, it was a piece of cake. You tied the last guy with the pole and faced Steve and Clint.

 ‘you’re welcome.’ You bowed. ‘seems like you’ve got everyone you need, I guess I’ll leave.’ you were about to take off before Steve stopped you.

‘no, not everyone. We need you to come with us.’ Steve said with a tone of authority.

‘oh, and what makes you think I’ll do that?’ you crossed your arms. You flew near him, your face inches from him and your heights equal as you levitated.

‘we have a good opportunity for you, you can help without being a nuisance that way.’ Clint said.

‘well,’ you locked eyes with Steve and he gulped slightly. ‘the offer surely is tempting.’

‘so, you’re coming?’ Steve asked.

‘hmm,’ you pretended to think. ‘on one condition.’ You looked at Clint and then back at Steve.

‘what?’ Clint asked.

‘I’ll be here for five more minutes,’ you said.

‘and?’ Steve quirked a brow.

‘and if you’re able to find me, I’ll be very happy to come with you.’ you smiled.

‘oh god, why…?’ Clint pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘oh well,’ you looked at Clint and back at Steve. You grabbed Steve by the neck of his suit and whispered in his ear. ‘catch me if you can.’ You winked at him and left.

‘alright, let’s get this over with.’ Clint clapped his hands and set out to find you.

‘yeah.’ Steve snapped out from his thoughts and followed him.

Steve was looking in the basement area while Clint searched for you on the upper floor. Steve was determined to find you, it had been too long, he never left a mission or task incomplete. He wasn’t in the mood to let you slip this time too. He sighed as he looked around the storage room, it was filled with old furniture and all kinds of rubbish.

‘I am really tired of playing this hide and seek!’ he finally called out. ‘why do you have to do this!?’ he spoke out loud but received no response. He puffed his cheeks before walking deeper into the room. the place got darker and colder as he made his way in. A certain eerie feeling seemed to have settled in.

‘is she trying to murder me?’ he muttered to himself.

You sidled up to his side and he jumped back a little.‘I would never kill you, you’re Captain America.

‘good god!’ he kept a hand on his chest. ‘okay,’ he straightened up. ‘now, according to your condition, as I’ve found you, you’ll have to come with us.’

‘technically,’ you moved closer to him. ‘I found you.’ you pointed at him and he rolled his eyes.

‘I don’t care! Come with me now.’ He tried to grab your hand but you pinned him to the wall. ‘what the-? What are you doing?’ he tried to get out of your grip but you were stronger than him.

‘try as much you want, darlin’. Super strength.’ You tightened your grip to demonstrate. ‘so, why do you guys want me to join the freak show?’ you asked.

‘so that you can help in the proper way, use your powers for good.’ He said without a line of worry on his forehead. If there was anything he had learned after all these years, it was to keep his calm in such situations.

‘I think we can talk about that, I would like talk to one of you first. I can’t reveal my identity just yet.’ You said and he gave you a confused look.

‘and you would want that person to be…?’ he asked.

‘the man I have in a compromising position.’ You said and he could hear the grin in your voice. ‘alright, tomorrow, 7 pm, at this address.’ You handed him a neatly folded piece of paper. ‘don’t keep me waiting.’

‘I won’t. can you leave me now?’ he tried to wiggle out of your grip.

‘oh yeah, sure.’ You let him go and he rubbed his wrists.

‘you’re strong, you can fly and you have telekinetic abilities.’ He looked at you.

‘yup, I’ve got the perfect package don’t you think?’ you asked and he chuckled in response.

‘you gonna take that off?’ he pointed at your bandana.

‘you have to be patient for such things, love.’ You winked and he felt his stomach flip. Was he attracted to you? it couldn’t be, he didn’t even know you that well he couldn’t…

He cleared his throat and shook off all those thoughts. ‘so, I guess I’ll meet you tomorrow.’

‘you bet.’ You pointed at him and began to walk in the direction of the exit. ‘oh, I almost forgot.’ You quickly kissed his cheek. ‘thanks for throwing your Frisbee thingy at that guy.’ You said before leaving.

‘you’re… welcome.’ He breathed and kept a hand on his cheek. ‘and hey! It’s not a Frisbee!’ he called out and received your laughter in response. ‘that’s a cute laugh.’ He thought. He leaned against the wall with a faint smile. he was liking where this was going.

‘hey Steve!’ Clint shouted.

‘what!?’ Steve shouted back.

‘you found her?’ he asked making his way into the basement.

‘yup, more than that actually. She’s willing to talk.’ He waved the piece of paper at him.

‘good, let’s get going.’ Clint pointed in the direction of the exit and he nodded.

Steve couldn’t help but think about you. it was your images that filled his mind. he couldn’t wait to see you again. It was going to be a long night before a day full of surprises.

Your Sister My Lover

Imagine being Selina Kyle’s sister not knowing she Catwoman and being engaged to Bruce knowing that he was Batman.

Relationship: Family and Lover

Fandom: DC

Character: Selina and Bruce

You and your sister Selina always tried to put each other first, Selina did a better job at it since she could pickpocket. You on the other hands stuck to tricking tourist out of their money with your unwinnable games. Both went to a horrible public school on the east end of Gotham. Working hard you both graduated top of your class and went to college. You worked at nights and saved up money for school. Your boss a sweet man allowed you to live in an apartment above the diner for half price. Selina would often crash at your place and helped pay the bills when she did. You never knew where she got her money but you guessed still from pickpocketing. Once you got a degree you just application for every major company in Gotham and even out of Gotham. Wayne Inc. quickly scooped you up, you started from the bottom but soon climb to the top. That was how you met the love of your life, Bruce Wayne.

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Falling Away

Written for @leiascully‘s XFWritingChallenge Prompt: Resentment.
Slightly NSFW.


The desk was just one of the symbols. The missing nameplate on the door. There were countless others, too. The assumption by those they met in the field that they must be fucking, and good on him. The reports he never wrote. His martyrdom to whatever cause or conspiracy he was chasing that week left her trailing in his arrogant wake with her rationalisations, her science and her questions that sometimes bordered on petty.

And then Diana had placed herself in his line of sight with a motive that was at best dubious and at worst devious. Scully’s resentment of Diana and of Mulder’s trust in her was stretched and thinned so that it shone with a brilliance that sometimes blinded her better judgement.

Sometimes Mulder’s ignorance to the facts astounded her. For six years she had been sceptic to his believer, scientist to his dreamer, brought logic to his theories. He’d told her not so long ago that he needed her, that she made him a whole person. Now, she felt like a shadow.

           She packed her bag with a deal of reluctance. Heading to California to play house with Mulder was not exactly the optimal way to start back on The X Files.

“The Falls has consistently been voted…”

“I read the brief too, Mulder.”

“This case, Scully. It’s like for trainee agents. Kersh was a fuckwit, but I don’t get why we’re being given shit like this.”

“It’s better than the piles of doo-doo we were investigating, Mulder. Just enjoy the fact that this case has unusual hallmarks and we have been given an opportunity to investigate the festering underbelly of middle America, instead of festering piles of manure. It smells a whole lot better from my perspective.”

“It’s still crap, Scully.”

“You’d better not sulk for this whole time, Mulder.”

“Sulk? I think you’ve mistaken me for the other partner.”

“What?” It sounded snarkier than she intended. He turned his chin slightly, enjoying his little victory.

“When we disagree, you get this righteous look of indignation and you give me the silent treatment.”

“Mulder, I am not a teenaged girl. If I disagree with you, and let’s face it, there have been a multitude of times where we have debated a point, I will listen to your argument and offer my own. I do not sulk.”

“Sure. Fine. Whatever.”

He flexed his fingers over the steering wheel and she saw him quirk a smile into the mirror on his visor. She pressed her forehead against the window and watched life on the outside blend and haze.

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Meatballs

PART 2

a/n: This is a quick idea I had and needed to get out of my system, there will be a second part so dont worry too much

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Warnings: Just Boomer getting a little too handsy, basically he goes to a dinner party and flirts with Luce, a girl he probably shouldn’t be flirting with…

Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 2,163

1. The Party

“Finally,” Anita sighed as Luce pushed through the screen door, her arms full with a bag of groceries.

“I bought all the spaghetti they had at the store,” Luce stated as she set the shopping bag on the table. She reached into the brown paper, pulling out a large can of Guinness and crossed to the living room, handing it off to her uncle who occupied the recliner in the corner, his old hound dog curled up at his feet. He was a bitter old man but the one thing that made him smile without fail, was a cold beer.

“You’re a God send,” he stated, cracking the seal and taking a drink.

“No problem, Manny,” Luce replied with a smile. Though she referred to the man as her uncle they were not technically related. “Guess who I ran into on the way back,” she began, returning to the kitchen to empty the rest of the shopping bag’s contents.

“Big Foot,” Her sister-in-law replied. It was obvious by Anita’s tone that she had no patience for Luce, preoccupied with slicing tomatoes.

“Remember last week, Eddie was talking about meeting that guy from Australia at the bar?” Luce leaned against the counter as she spoke, “I met them on my way home.”

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anonymous asked:

Based on your posts, you really want Season 11 to happen. Any thoughts on how it should play out?

Okay, Anon I hope you are ready. You are in for a ride. This is definitely too much to ask for, so let’s just state the fact, that these are my crazy wishes and not my rational demands.😂😂😂 

Writers: Frank Spotnitz, Darin Morgan, Vince Gilligan, Glen Morgan, James Wong. Also, I want a woman writer/director! Rob Bowman should direct at least one episode. Chris Carter is only executive producer!!! He cannot write anything. ANYTHING. For reasons…

Sveta: I have alien DNA. For sure.

Scully: Have you had a doctor confirm that?

Sveta: No.

My Struggle, written by Chris Carter

Anne Simon stays out of this season ‘cause honestly I ain’t scientist but I’m pretty sure this can be done better than season10 was. (And her tweets make me go insane…)

Now, about the stories; I really think that - if there is a news season - it will be the last season. We will see Mulder and Scully for 10 more episodes and then we have to say goodbye. This is how I would prefer to do that:

*I just realised that most of my ramblings are against how CC wrote Season 10. so basically if he will not write, many of these things shouldn’t even come up. Cause the other three episodes from Season 10 were solid….But here we go!* 

We need no Miller or Einstein or whoever else they think should steal screentime from  Mulder and Scully. NO THANK YOU. I’m waiting here patiently, being supportive for decades and it’s not for you to introduce me to new characters. It’s for you to finally give me what I’m waiting for, for what it seems centuries. 

We bring down Mulder and Scully from that damn bridge. No one is being abducted, because that’s just lame, we’ve been there, done that. *Okay, if you really want anyone to be taken by aliens, CSM is good to go. He is dead anyway and we don’t need him*

Scully saves Mulder’s life, they reunite with their son and the plot will make sense. Yes, it is absolutely doable, this fandom’s greatests already came up with scenarios and wrote stories of the ‘How to continue this mess CC left behind’ part.

I need a very solid explanation on why Reyes was working for CSM. She cannot be remembered like this. Her character is so much more and I need an explanation of why she did what she did. Obviously, she was given no choice. Maybe she works for CSM because of William. Give me something good.

More Skinner, Poor guy was barely in the new season. Give him more interactions with his agents. He’s been with them long enough to give him some cool plot-lines.

Could we maybe bring back The Lone Gunmen somehow? They deserved so much better and I want them back and alive. I want them to visit Mulder and Scully in their cute countryside house. They would totally geek out with William and teach him ‘cool stuff’ while Scully would be watching them, smiling and rolling her eyes.

Originally posted by omegalevel

Mulder and Scully are definitely not estranged and they have a big conversation about their past, (Flashbacks) present and future. It can be done with William being there, and asking questions and later on they continue just the two of them. Preferably on the porch of the Unremarkable House. William could be playing with Daggoo. 

We’ve been ripped off of so many great and important MSR scenes and I want to see them. (At least some of them) 

  • Scully’s cancer is in remission conversation
  • The whole IVF plot
  • When Scully tells Mulder that the little tiny being growing in her belly is his baby, it’s his son. They made him together, it’s their miracle what they were waiting for… 
  • Mulder finding Scully and William, bringing them to the hospital. The three days they spent as family, and the conversation of Mulder going into hiding 
  • Scully - no, not Skinner, damn it - has to tell Mulder that she gave William up  
  • When they working through all the shit while being on the run after so many horrible things happening to them
  • When they finally buy the house, whey they move in
  • When they are happy and just adorable, casual Mulder and Scully. Cause, guess what CC, you can write these scenes without them being boring. I mean, not you. But someone else….

I want Gillian and David to play these scenes and I wanna die while I’m watching them. Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny are great actors. You know they will bring their A+ game, given the chance! Let them shine. 

Originally posted by mulderscullyromance

Let them do a brilliant job with brilliantly written scripts. Give them the opportunity to show off their talent. Give them the humour, give them the drama, give them the creepy cases, give them their dynamics. Embrace their skills, their strength and use that chemistry!

Listen to them and let them have a word in what is right or wrong to their characters. If they want to touch or kiss on the cheek, you should bloody let them do just that!

HAND HOLDING, KISSES, and SEX SCENES are a must.

*I’m sorry but just like Jimmy Kimmel said: “You two, should have sex. You should. It’s been like 24 years, everyone knows.”*

And one last thing: 

I really really want David Duchovny to write and direct the last episode. When I say goodbye to Mulder, Scully, William and Daggoo I want it to be a proper goodbye. And if there is one thing I learnt during these years while being a shipper and a fangirl of this show, is that: 

No one knows better, writes better, understands better these characters than David Duchovny. He writes Dana Scully & Fox Mulder in such a unique way like no one else can. And I am so here for it. I’m so here for how David imagines the end of their stories. I trust him more than anyone else with the series finale of The X-files.

Originally posted by mulder-scully-gifs

*Of course, if it is ‘only’ a season finale, that is totally fine, too*

WTF is an Animorph?

Book 1: The Invasion

If this little experiment had a subtitle, it would probably be “never joke about offering to read something that was a touchstone for someone else’s childhood, because sometimes next thing you know you have a gigantic box of 50-odd books in your living room, and a bunch of people on Twitter egging you on to make terrible life choices.”

Which is to say: a few weeks ago I mentioned offhandedly that I do not hold with generational stereotyping nonsense, I love and cherish my millennial friends (who are only very slightly younger than I am, mostly, I’m more or less The Last GenXer born before the generational cutoff), but the one thing that puzzles me about them is how they all have these Deep and Important Feelings about the Animorphs.  Whereas my feelings on the topic are, to date, simply this: WTF IS AN ANIMORPH?

Here is what I know about Animorphs:

  • They are kids (teens?) who can change into animals.  
  • I have a vague sense that they have to have some form of contact with the animal, like, they can’t just morph into any random animal they see a picture of in National Geographic, but I might be wrong about that.
  • The books are about war, or something of the sort?  Something Important and Serious disguised as a children’s book about shapeshifters
  • There are a lot of them
  • They are VERY IMPORTANT to a lot of people I am very fond of.
  • Every time one of these people tries to describe the plot of an Animorphs book to me, it just sounds like they’re fucking with me, and I’m still not sure they’re not.

But now I have a box of Animorphs books, fetched by a friend from her parents’ basement and hand-delivered to me.  And I’ve promised to read and liveblog at least three.  (I’ve made no promises about the rest of this giant box of books. We’ll see how I feel after these three.)

So, here we go.  Let’s launch into book one: The Invasion.  Chapter One recap underneath the cut.

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It’s Magic

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1,476

Jenn’s Christmas Prompts & Gifs Challenge by: @avasmommy224

Summary: Dean and the reader’s son gets into a fist fight over Santa Claus.


“It’s starting.” You immediately say when your husband picks up the phone.

“Do I wanna know?” Dean asks sounding weary.

“I just got a call from your son’s school. He got in a fight. My little baby is now getting into fights. What the fuck?”

“A fight? Shit. Did they say what happened?”

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Developer Retrospective: The God of Crawling Eyes

It’s been a while since I did the last one of these, and Jimmy’s progress is a bit slow right now because I’ve been grading lots of essays, so why not talk about another one of my oldies?

What is The God of Crawling Eyes?

When I first found out about rpgmaker.net, it happened to be around October and rpgmaker.net had a little Halloween horror game contest that was about to start up, so I figured entering it would be a good way for me to make myself known to the community and maybe stir up some interest in A Very Long Rope.  I had about a month to crank out a game, and I ended up producing The God of Crawling Eyes in about three weeks because of work.  I had no clue that horror games had a thriving community, so the game that I spent the least amount of time on ended up being my most played.  Here’s some stuff I learned from the experience:

Nobody on the Internet cares about your development time.  Nobody cares about your limitations or if this was your first game.  If your game somehow manages to break outside of your bubble of friends and fellow devs, everyone is going to judge it based on its own merits and weigh it against every other game that exists.  That doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t make games to learn and grow, but if you put something in a public forum, people might just end up playing it, and you’re going to need to develop some thick skin; luckily, I’d put my work on the line a bunch in creative writing workshops, so I was used to being under the magnifying glass, but I could see how a younger dev might not be emotionally prepared to have their work dissected by strangers.  One of the most shocking things for me when putting The God of Crawling Eyes was that, within a week or so, I saw someone on Youtube playing it and translating it to German.  It’s easy to forget that The Internet gives you a potentially global reach.

Work within your own limitations.  Experimenting is great, and I think that you should stick your fingers in every part of making a game, but when you’re making something that’s expressly for other people or you’re working against a hard deadline, it’s time to use your past experience to make the best game you can.  One of the smartest decisions I made with The God of Crawling Eyes was keeping everything in black and white.  I built the game around a character who was color blind, so there was a clear story reason for it, and it allowed me to get around my weakest area of game dev (art).  Tiles were pretty simple, and character sprites and face sets were simply generated sprites that got thrown into MS Paint and saved as monochrome.  It ended up looking pretty decent other than a few things here and there (I would have cleaned up the giant monster dog sprite, for instance), and it let me focus more on showcasing my strengths.

Never underestimate knowledge.  Like, seriously: if you’re younger, just learn things.  Hell, if you’re older, you shouldn’t neglect learning new things, either.  And, I don’t just mean learn about game dev; you’ll be surprised how often you can reach back into your knowledge base and pull out bits and pieces and synthesize them into something interesting.  You find ways to use what you know–it’s just how your brain works.  A lot of people scoff at math, for example, but using math and, more importantly, the logical way of problem solving that math teaches, will help you do some really interesting stuff in game dev.  For The God of Crawling Eyes’s soundtrack, I was able to think back to what I learned in a 20th century composition course I took in college and pull from texture/density and 12-tone music.  Those aren’t forms of music I would have been exposed to in a normal setting, and the soundtrack kind of makes the game.  Now that I’m working on Jimmy, I’ve been influenced by way more.  It took me a while to get the track I’m working on now heading in the right direction, but what started making it click was thinking about having essentially two different songs playing simultaneously, which is something Charles Ives was doing forever ago and something I didn’t think I would ever use, but here I am.

Spend a long time in the planning process.  I was on a deadline, so I planned out The God of Crawling Eyes in about five/six hours.  Since I didn’t think about the amount of people who would actually play the damn thing, I wish I would have taken another full day to hammer out some stuff.  I would have designed the early game to have more gameplay to better teach the players how the game operates, for instance.  Or, I would have made the lengthy dialogue-heavy scenes skippable and added more to the game in terms of the effect of your choices so as to further underscore the theme and give players more to chew on for multiple play throughs.

Telegraph the properties of interactable objects to your players.  For the most part, I think that the gameplay side of The God of Crawling Eyes is a little rough around the edges but gets the job done, but there are some things where people got stuck that I wish I would have handled differently.  The big one is that, at one point, you have to push a file cabinet in front of a door.  I made the player have to push an object earlier in the game, but I should have made them push a cabinet for some reason.  If a character was looking for a key or something, and I made a shining spot that you could see peeking out from under a file cabinet, players would naturally push the cabinet and “cabinets can be pushed” would be filed into the backs of their brains.  I guess that probably a better way of putting this is “keep player psychology in mind.”

I think that’s about it for this one!  The God of Crawling Eyes was a pretty short game that was mostly in my safe zone, so it didn’t have as much impact on me as A Very Long Rope, but it was still an interesting experience that opened me up to the horror side of the RPG Maker community, which is something that’s coloring my work on Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass in a more nuanced, interesting way.  I’m super grateful that the community picked up The God of Crawling Eyes and gave it a play!

Male MC: Mystic Messenger; Causal Route: Prologue

 This is the regular MM story but with a male MC!! Whoohoo let the romance commence! 

List | Mobile List | Next Hour {7am and 8am}


Zack  shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited for the new app to download. He stared at the screen as he sat in the warm coffee shop sipping an iced coffee as the world outside him turned into a dull grey. Autumn was coming—his favorite time of year— and the outside world was becoming a dark place, well in the sense that the sun was covered. The download completed. “RFA Chatroom” is what it was called. He didn’t know how exactly he found it but it intrigued him nonetheless.

“YO YOU GUYS! HERE’S THE TING! YA!!!” is what the description said. No ratings, no reviews, around six downloads. It was dangerous to download weird apps but his virus and malware protector on his phone said it was clean. Things had been rather lonely ever since Zack moved to this country. He wasn’t exactly a friendly happy-go-lucky kind of man so making new friends was rather hard. The biggest thing contributing to his loneliness was his unhappiness. He hadn’t felt someone need him. Parts of him were wondering why he was even here.

So maybe just faking happiness in some random chatroom would be good for him. He opened the app feeling a bit panicked as the app loaded. Setting up his account he named himself Akane. Yeah why not screw it. He’d fake happiness and pretend to be someone else.  For a moment his screen fritz but then…

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What We Deserve [part 2]

prompt: First off, I just wanted to say how much I love your writing. Especially Death Wish XD I kind of just have a basic idea for a drabble request. What if, when Steve found Bucky in Bucharest, Bucky was with someone in his apartment? Like, he was out at the market being all domestic and when Steve breaks in the reader is there making coffee or something. I just think that has the potential to be really cute/fluffy/angsty all at the same time <3

requested by: @reedsreadsreviews

warnings: swearing (it’s me come on), angst, small mentions/hints of torture

length: 3,081 words

a/n: ugh so at first i was going to rewrite this completely and then decided not to. hopefully you guys like this part as i’m not too certain about it myself :/ there’s going to be one, maybe two more parts at most of this fic. i’m really hoping you guys like this part. 

Originally posted by sam-kaulitz

Time passed. You weren’t really sure how much. They didn’t exactly give you a calendar. They didn’t give you much of anything. You went days without leaving the small confines of your cell. The four concrete walls became your entire world, closing in on you like a vice that just wouldn’t quite shut all the way. It made you uneasy. You probably walked miles around that small little room. Five steps one way. Turn. Four steps. Turn. Five steps. How many times had you done this? Thousands, probably. Enough times that you could probably draw a topographical map of the uneven walls of your cell, right down to the cracks in the concrete. Just from the four steps. Turn. Run your hand on the wall. Five steps. Turn. Follow the fissures in the wall with your fingertips. Turn. But you would much rather be in the cell than out of it, because being out of it was what kept you awake.

So when the cell of your door opened one day (or night, there weren’t any windows so you didn’t know what time it was), you huddled in the farthest corner, doing your very best to melt into the wall. The bright light coming from the hallway hurt your eyes, and you had to turn your head. Ross went a few days without seeing you, just letting you simmer. But then he got desperate, and went back to asking through more physical means for Bucky’s location. Even after you knew the week meet up date had to have passed, you didn’t give it up. You didn’t know how long Bucky would wait for you. How long it would take for him to find the information that Ross had made up. How long would it take for Bucky to hate you?

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Random Yandere Simulator Win Condition Speculation

So the latest update for YanSim came out today and Yandere Dev gave us this image briefly in it. If you haven’t seen it yet this is in the context of Yandere Dev talking about factors that will influence which of the multiple endings you’ll receive.

(Apologies if this is blurry as I had to screen cap it.)

Since I haven’t done a lengthy post in a while, let’s do some speculation, shall we? Most of these are fairly self-explanatory but I’ll touch on the ones I think are significant enough. Also: apologies in advance. I’m going to reference things I’ve heard from Yandere Dev himself through various social media throughout that I don’t have links to anymore.

Collecting Tapes
Using audio tapes is a fairly good way in games to get more of your story across. It lets the writer play around with characters who don’t have to be physically present in order to show plot information to players and has been used in many games in the industry, probably most famously in BioShock and its spiritual forefather System Shock (especially the sequel). So seeing things that will be about Ayano’s parents (Basement Tapes), Headmaster Shuyona (Headmaster Tapes), and Megami’s dad (CEO Tapes) isn’t suprising.

What is an interesting omission here to me is that the Journalist Tapes do not count towards what ending we will receive, which strikes me as odd given that while he won’t encounter him during the course of the game, he will be in 1989 mode as a main character. This says to me that this will be the background information we will be ‘spoon fed’ in the game (i.e., it will be gradually given directly to us as we advance in the plot); all the other material is effectively supplementary and it will be our job to discover it.

What is Yandere-chan’s relationship with Info-chan?

Way back when development on the game started Ayano was going to have to ultimately fight Info-chan as the game’s final villain who had been using you the whole time to eliminate other rivals for Senpai’s affection. This was ultimately changed - and for the better, IMHO, as it’s incredibly cliche - and Yandere Dev has stated before we can complete the final game without using her services at all though I assume it will be quite difficult.

One of the things I think we will have a little more leniency on in the final game, not that anything has been officially confirmed yet, is cleaning up after murdering our opponents or disposing of them in dishonest ways like expulsion. You won’t have to be 100% perfect at what you’re doing at first; it allows players a learning curve. However, the game will keep an invisible tally of what you’re doing and this will affect certain things such as increased security during Megami’s week or even the police keeping open tabs on you before her though they haven’t been implemented yet. Screw up enough and they’re going to crack down on you and I suspect Info-chan’s willingness to aid you in those situations can be affected as well. She’s only looking out for herself and I highly doubt she wouldn’t be willing to ratfuck Ayano if she knew it could save her own hide 

(Just remember snitches get stitches, Info-chan.)

Did Yandere-chan learn the secret of the cherry tree?

In a surprise to absolutely no one we learn that there is, in fact, some significance to the enormous sakura tree behind the school. Obviously, it was given that Ayano is obsessed with it and there are urban legends behind it but every story has a beginning and it does make you wonder: how did it gain the reputation in the first place for two people destined to be together to confess to each other under it?

The sakura is probably the most recognizable, physical representation of Japan you can find in media and it has ironic undertones in the story given that it symbolizes the fragility of life (’beautiful, but fleeting’ essentially). Though I don’t have much to back it up I suspect that it might be yet another way that the Aishi family could be connected to Akademi. It was stated at one point by Yandere Dev that the matriarch of the clan, Ayano’s great grandma, is alive and kicking in 201X (born in 1910) though what role she’ll play is unknown right now. I think that it would be rather fitting to have all the misfortune so many men (or women) have fallen under be the spot where the first Aishi woman had her confession accepted by her senpai.

Did Yandere-chan learn the truth about _____?/Did Yandere-chan discover the ____?

Though Yandere Dev recently confirmed that the demon summoning stuff in the occult club won’t factor into the story (it’s going to be non-canon, basically, unless you enter in codes at the start or something similar to unlock it) he has stood by implementing Phantom Girl into the narrative seemingly; she may or may not factor into a specific elimination method, even, probably Oka’s.

While it might seem superfluous to discover something at first to include discovering Phantom Girl’s identity given that Ayano will find out her mother is just like her I believe there is a deeper meaning to it. Headmaster Shuyona has currently been kept under wraps in regards to what his character is like. The only thing we really know about him is that he was once idealistic early on as headmaster but came to be a misanthrope over the years. Considering that 1989 is mentioned as the year he lost his faith in people I suspect it will be that Phantom Girl was his daughter and that the apparently high profile media trial surrounding Ryoba Aishi and her subsequent evasion of justice caused his sour disposition. 

Speaking of that trial… sort of weird that Ayano has never heard of it before, isn’t it? Especially since it was a big enough deal the whole country was reporting on it and more strange that the police aren’t fingering her as a suspect in the current crimes you can commit at school (disposition to insanity can be genetic, after all, and even while the whole thing has been made hush-hush to the public it seems rather weird the police wouldn’t have a tab on you).

Did Yandere-chan choose to delete the _____?

‘Delete’ implies that we will eventually encounter a file of some sort regarding ourselves or something. This could have one of two origins at the moment:

1) Info-chan. Though apparently a friend to Ayano I suspect that she probably has a back up data in case things start to go south as I previously mentioned to probably nail us as the criminal for our crimes in game. My guess would be is that the catch turns out to be a major plot detail that would give the player pause enough to decide if it would be worth it to continue existing as a threat over our heads or if whatever information it gives us isn’t worth the trouble having the possibility of being leaked to anyone in a position of authority.

2) Saikou Corp. This is the more likely option in my opinion given that in her first appearance to players in the builds Megami tells us over Not Skype that we’re not the only yandere that her father (and presumably grandfather before him) have kept tabs on. If this is the case then they must have the data stored somewhere at their corporate HQ. Given that they seem like they’re going to be big players in the finished plot it seems to me a similar situation where you have the choice to sabotage whatever they’ve been cooking up or allow them to continue going about their business.

Did Yandere-chan reject _____’s offer?

If I’m correct about the above then I believe it will be Megami’s father who we have the option of siding with. He seems completely fascinated with what Ayano is and has been seemingly aiding you enough that you’ve been allowed to continue what you’ve been doing for 9 weeks unmolested before Megami shows up. In an unrelated theory to this I speculated that Ryoba probably works for Saikou Corp. and that it might have been them who sabotaged the trial from 1989 in Ryoba’s favor (probably on the condition that she come under their employ; it would definitely explain how she and Ayano’s dad can leave for 10 weeks to go to a foreign country with little to no explanation). I guess the moral quandary will be for us when we discover that information is something to the effect of.

‘Now you know your family’s been a slave to these guys, perhaps for quite a long time: do you continue that line of work or do you strike it out on your own?’

Did Yandere-chan decide to punish _____?

What’s so interesting about this is the word choice. ‘Decide to punish’ means that whatever this event is is entirely optional; it is completely ambiguous as to just how significant it is to the overarching narrative other than it allows us to role play the sort of person Ayano is a little more. Are you the straightforward sociopath who uses others to further her own goals but doesn’t have much of a dog in Akademi’s affairs otherwise or are you a complete monster in sheep’s clothing?

Anyway, here’s a collection of the endings that have either been theorized about or confirmed/mentioned by Yandere Dev at some point.

Sabotage all interactions with your rivals: Senpai becomes misogynistic.

Do matchmaking for all your rivals: Senpai becomes codependent on others and fears he doesn’t deserve anyone’s love.

SNAP: Senpai is confessed to by another girl or rejects Ayano with a reputation of -100 (both speculative). Ayano kills herself and Senpai probably after a short chase sequence - the original idea for the game’s ending, by the way.

Kill all your rivals: Senpai believes that he’s cursed to bring others bad luck. People may speculate he’s a serial killer if your rivals die soon after they meet Senpai.

Of note: there was an interesting suggestion by someone on the game’s subreddit about a unique game over where Ayano could be taken in by the police for her own ‘safety’ if things got bad enough. 

Kidnap all your rivals: Unknown, but mentioned that Ayano would probably kill them at some point after the story ends, they would just be left to starve to death, or even become her ‘pets.’

“I’ve seen some shit”: If Senpai sees more than 5 corpses, not necessarily Osana’s and/or Hanako’s, he’ll become a vegetable which Ayano won’t care about (as long as he doesn’t reject her confession everything is gravy).

As of today, if he figures out somehow you had something to do personally with either Osana’s or Hanako’s death, it seems he’ll pull a reverse SNAP on us and off Ayano.

Kill ‘Em All: Apparently a joke ending we get if every student but Senpai is eliminated.

Sans’ Battle Dialogue Explained

(undertale spoilers)

During his fight, Sans will speak about the anomaly and timelines. He also speaks about how “everything ends.” What exactly is this referring to? 

SANS:
our reports showed a massive anomaly in the timespace continuum.
timelines jumping left and right, stopping and starting…
until suddenly, everything ends.

This could either refer to the end of the route or the world. If it is the end of the world, the following can be interpreted, 

  • “timelines jumping left and right” refers to loading a previous save point (or checkpoint in the absence of a save file)
  • timelines “stopping and starting” refers to completing or quitting a route and resetting the game

Sans seems to speak as if “everything ends” has happened before, which may imply “everything ends” refers to the end of the route or a reset. However, it is more likely that everything ending is a prediction in the reports, and not something he experienced first hand. After all, he doesn’t seem to be fighting the resets, which will be explained later.

Perhaps his reports can somehow analyze or view the game’s code, thus he would have an idea that something game breaking can occur. (Sans being able to see into the code is conjecture based on how Sans knows when a player cheated the game to acquire the “dirty hacker” ending.)

SANS:
heh heh heh…
that’s your fault, isn’t it?
you can’t understand how this feels.
knowing that one day, without any warning…
it’s all going to be reset.

Here he speaks of resets. He is aware of the resets happening, so it is noteworthy that it is only in the genocide route he would try to stop the player from completing it. This seems to support the interpretation that “timelines jumping left and right, stopping and starting” refers to reloads and resets. Thus, it is very unlikely that “everything ends” refers to the end of the route or reset.

SANS:
look. i gave up trying to go back a long time ago.
and getting to the surface doesn’t really appeal anymore, either.
cause even if we do…
we’ll just end up right back here, without any memory of it, right?

Again, he refers to resets. Sans knows that he will be dragged back underground thanks to resets, even if the monsters reach the happy ending on the surface.

SANS:
to be blunt…
it makes it kind of hard to give it my all.
…or is that just a poor excuse for being lazy…?
hell if i know.
all i know is… seeing what comes next…
i can’t afford not to care anymore.

The line “seeing what comes next” implies that something in the report has him worried enough to step in and stop the player. It almost seems as if it is something he witnessed himself, but Sans does not retain memories in between runs. Rather than retaining memories, he picks up on Frisk’s behavior, as if they have “seen it all before.” There is nothing to indicate Sans keeps his memory like Flowey does.

It’s not merely finishing the game that has Sans worried. After all, he allows Frisk to reach the end multiple times, leaving a voice message with details of the aftermath of Frisk’s journey. However, completing the genocide route results in the one unique ending that will “erase this pointless world.” Resets, although tiring to him, bring back his brother each time. The world’s destruction, however, is final.

SANS:
i always thought the anomaly was doing this cause they were unhappy.
and when they got what they wanted, they would stop all this.
and maybe all they needed was… i dunno.
some good food, some bad laughs, some nice friends.
but that’s ridiculous, right?
yeah, you’re the type of person who won’t EVER be happy.
you’ll keep consuming timelines over and over, until…
well.
hey.
take it from me, kid.
someday…
you gotta learn when to QUIT.
and that day’s TODAY.

Here, Sans speaks of the anomaly “consuming timelines.” At first glance, it sounds like “consuming” may refer to erasing the world. However, the use of “until…” right after seems to imply that something far worse than “consuming timelines” occurs. The worst fate for the underground is its erasure. Thus, “consuming timelines” very likely refers to finishing non-genocide routes and restarting. Rather than see what comes next at the end of this route, he wants the anomaly “to QUIT.”

SANS:
so, uh.
i’ve decided…
it’s not gonna BE your turn. ever.
i’m just gonna keep having MY turn until you give up.
even if it means we have to stand here until the end of time.
capiche?
you’ll get bored here.
if you haven’t gotten bored already, i mean.
and then, you’ll finally quit.

As a last-ditch effort to stop the anomaly, Sans does not end his turn, “even if it means we have to stand here until the end of time.” His hope is that the anomaly will bore and “finally quit.” Even quitting the game is preferable to him than letting this route end. At least with quitting, the player can choose to reset the game and play another route.

SANS:
so…
guess that’s it, huh?
just…
don’t say i didn’t warn you.

Based on this dialogue, it can be inferred that Sans does know the world is on the brink of erasure because of the human. This is why he does everything he can to stop Frisk from reaching the end of the route, even when Papyrus and his friends are dead. Whether or not Sans is aware of Chara is left unknown, but after he’s defeated, Sans says something ominous – "don’t say i didn’t warn you” –  implying the worst is yet to come.

Sans’ knowledge of what happens can only come from his reports because his memories are not retained in between routes, and the genocide end completely destroys the world. The Sans from the destroyed world will not be the same Sans in the next world. However, given this analysis of the dialogue, it seems very likely that Sans is talking about the world’s erasure at the end of the genocide route when he says “everything ends.”

Pretty Boy (Oikawa x Reader)

 Team: Seijoh

Character: Oikawa Tooru

Requests:

Okey but I am the type of person who can’t stand a person like Oikawa, you know, popular with the ladies and all flirty bla bla bla. But I do admire the shit out of his hard working for volleyball, and his jump serves are amaaaazing! But deep down inside me, I can’t help but love him…Do you see my problem?!! Could you make a fanfiction out of that? omg -Anon

Oikawa fanfic with the reader being seijoh’s loud, goofy, smiley, mess of a libero. -Anon

Notes:

Combining these two requests to empty my inbox! I’m sorry I haven’t been as active recently :(((((

I’m taking out the feature that allows you to enter in your name in some fics, mostly because I’m either too tired to put it in or the fic doesn’t really need it.


“Hey, Y/N,” Katsumi called, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Let’s go, practice is starting soon.”

“Just a minute!” Y/N answered, stuffing all her notebooks inside her bag. Once she was done, she happily skipped over to the female volleyball captain.

“How are you always so full of energy?” Katsumi said, while walking across the school grounds. “It’s, like, 4 pm.”

“I just am,” Y/N said nonchalantly, shrugging. “Besides, aren’t you supposed to be the one all hyped for practice, captain?”

Katsumi scoffed. “Easy for you to say. I have college prep classes, I need to tutor my younger sister, and my mess of a boyfriend two hours away by train can’t seem to juggle everything on his own. Try having all those on your butt.”

“Don’t get all high and mighty on me,” Y/N said defensively, as they reached the locker room. “I’m a third-year, too! Besides, I’m going to need a lot of energy for practice. I am, after all…”

Y/N proudly pointed to herself, grinning widely. “Seijoh’s cute, #1 female libero!”

Katsumi sighed as she began unpacking her gear. “Yeah. Okay.”

“But, Y/N-san,” Mayumi, the second-year wing spiker, said as she walked in. “Aren’t you #4 on the team?”

Y/N grimaced, putting her hands on her waist. “That’s not what I meant, Mayumi.”

“I think all liberos are like that,” the third-year female setter, Kimiko, remarked as she walked in on the scene. “Energetic, loud, and obnoxiously short.”

Y/N flinched. “There was no hesitation behind that remark, Kimiko!” she protested. “I’ll have you know that I stand at 164 cm, and that was when I checked three months ago!”

“People just don’t shoot up within a span of three months, Y/N-senpai,” Rika, one of the first-year middle blockers, chimed in.

“Rika! Back me up every once in a while, will you?!”

The team finished changing into their jerseys, and headed to the gym. Y/N skipped ahead of them, a stark contrast to the team’s uniform of white-and-turquoise. Her jersey was turquoise and had white details, proving once more how different she was from her serious teammates.

She was the first to open the gym doors, and instead of hearing nothing but complete silence, she was greeted by the sounds of sneakers squeaking against the floor and the repetitive bouncing of balls.

“What the…?” Katsumi came up behind Y/N, looking around at the otherwise occupied gym.

“Hold on,” Mayumi pointed. “Isn’t that Coach Nobuteru?”

The female volleyball team walked over to the coach in question, and bowed as they approached.

“Ah, Miyamoto,” Coach Nobuteru said, acknowledging the captain. “I was beginning to wonder when you would show up.”

“I don’t mean to be too forward, Coach,” Katsumi said, trying to hide the irritation in her voice. “But why is the men’s volleyball club here?”

“Our gym is under renovation for now,” Coach Nobuteru answered. “And your coach is on leave for a few weeks, so she asked me to take over. Though I’m sure Miyamoto can handle all of you.”

On the other side of the court, stretching off a particularly bothersome cramp in his leg, was Oikawa Tooru. Next to him was Hajime Iwaizumi, the two watching the women’s volleyball team flock the coach.

“That’s Miyamoto Katsumi,” Iwaizumi said, nodding to the girl who was speaking to the coach. “She’s the captain.”

“Isn’t she in your class, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asked.

“Yeah. So is L/N Y/N.”

“Never heard of her. Where is she, there?”

“She’s the women’s team’s libero, so you can’t miss her,” Iwaizumi said. Oikawa searched the team, and just as Iwaizumi had mentioned, it was impossible to not see her.

Besides the libero’s unique uniform, Y/N seemed to have a permanent smile stuck onto her face, a stark contrast to her teammates’ stoic faces. It was proven by the way she chatted with one of the girls, a bright smile on her face, along with ridiculously exaggerated movements as she talked.

“Bouncing ball of sunshine, isn’t she?” Oikawa remarked. “Reminds me of Karasuno’s Shrimpy.”

“They’re about the same height too, if I’m not mistaken,” Iwaizumi said, dribbling the ball in his hands. “But don’t let her height fool you. She might be loud and giggly, but I’ve heard stories of how she plays. Excellent concentration, quick footwork, and commendable game sense. All in all, she might as well be the best libero in the prefecture. For the women, anyway.”

Oikawa looked over at where Y/N stood, taking her place next to Katsumi. She emitted an aura that Oikawa picked up on easily: an aura that far exceeded her short stature. If he wasn’t mistaken, Y/N would probably be the vice-captain of the women’s team.

“They sound like a challenge,” he said, smirking. “Too bad we can’t actually play them in a real match.”

“Like you’d ever beat them.”

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa feigned a hurt expression.

“Don’t “Iwa-chan” me,” Iwaizumi scoffed. “I’m serious. You think the men’s team is the only one to reach nationals?”

“I—what?”

Oikawa’s surprised expression confirmed Iwaizumi’s thoughts, and the spiker snorted. “Knew it. Well, the third years were only first years at the time, and they weren’t regulars, so I guess that’s why they weren’t known back then.”

Iwaizumi shrugged. “Well, other than that, I’ve seen most of their games. They’re good, better than most.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Oikawa watched Y/N give a silly salute to Coach Nobuteru, much to the amusement of the other girls. They began to move to another spot, where they formed a circle and began to stretch.

“Oikawa, Iwaizumi,” Coach Nobuteru called. The two captains walked over.

“After the girls have been warmed up, we’re playing a mixed match,” the coach said. “The captains will be mixing it up, so pick the players of your choice. Make sure there’s boys and girls on your team.”

“That’ll give Kindaichi and Yahaba something to root for,” Iwaizumi mumbled, as Oikawa put on a cheery grin.

Once the girls had finished stretching, the two coaches called everyone over.

“Since we have the women’s team over,” Coach Mizoguchi announced. “We’ll have a special practice match. Captains, pick your teams, and mix it up.”

Oikawa stepped forward, as did Katsumi. They scanned the players, running simulations in their heads and deciding who gets to play what.

Oikawa went first. “Iwa-chan.”

A groan came up from the spiker. “Do I have to?”

“You act like it’s a bad thing!”

Iwaizumi grumbled, but eventually took his place next to Oikawa.

Katsumi went next. “Y/N.”

Oikawa watched as the libero happily skipped over, a big grin on her face. When she locked eyes with him, however, her eyes seemed to glaze over, and she began scrutinizing his figure from head to toe.

He felt as if she was stripping him naked with her eyes, with the way she studied him. Immediately, his senses were on edge as Y/N’s usually cheerful expression morphed into a more serious one.

“Be nice,” Katsumi murmured, as Y/N walked up next to her. “I know you don’t like Oikawa, but he is a fellow athlete, after all.”

“I never said that I didn’t like him,” Y/N whispered back. “I also didn’t say that I liked him, either.”

“Don’t you have an unending dislike for pretty boys?” Katsumi pointed out. “Ones who always have a pickup line up their sleeves?”

“Yes, I do,” Y/N answered. “He just happens to be one of them—in fact, he might be the king of all of them. I don’t like it.”

Meanwhile, Oikawa was having a hard time picking his next teammate. In all honesty, he had a whole lineup of players in his head, but Y/N’s look of disdain particularly bothered him.

Had he done something to make her dislike him? If so, he couldn’t figure out what it was. But with the way she had looked at him earlier, it was as if Oikawa’s very existence offended her.

“Hurry up and pick, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi mumbled.

“Ah, right,” Oikawa said. “Cutie #9-chan, there.”

The player in question was none other than Rika, who nervously stepped forward. The middle blocker was blushing as she walked towards Oikawa’s team, and blushed even more as Oikawa sent her his signature winning smile.

Y/N wanted to cry out a warning to Rika. Her poor junior had no idea of what Oikawa could do, and by the looks of it, she would easily be swayed over by the captain.

She gave Oikawa a dirty look, one that clearly said, I know exactly what kind of guy you are, and if you pull anything funny on my teammates, I’ll turn your head 180 degrees around so you’ll be walking around hooting for a month.

Oikawa, bless him, was oblivious to the murderous stare he was getting.

The first six of the first set were decided, and the practice match opened with a formal bow.

As Oikawa and the others filed into positions, he reached out to touch the girl with the #11 uniform.

“Hiromi-chan, is it?” he asked, putting on a sweet smile.

The girl smiled in return. “You can call me Akane, if you like. I’m one of the second-year middle blockers.”

“Right then, Akane-chan,” Oikawa said, winking for effect. Iwaizumi snorted and rolled his eyes behind him. “Is there anything about Katsumi and Y/N that we should worry about?”

Akane gazed up at the ceiling, trying to think. “Well, Katsumi-san is a wing-spiker, and a really good one at that. She’s our team’s main strategist, aside from Y/N, of course.

“Y/N is our libero, and she won a Best Libero Award back in junior high. Her quick response to any ball as well as her ability to read the opponent quickly saved us in lots of matches, I’ll admit.”

“So, in other words,” Oikawa said. “Nothing gets past, or fazes Y/N?”

Akane shook her head. “Not for long. She picks up easily. Despite her short stature and childish personality, in games, it’s hard to break her concentration.”

“You’re forgetting Katsumi,” Junko, who wore #12 and was a wing spiker, spoke up. “Katsumi’s the best wing spiker that the women’s team has had in years.”

“So, long story short,” Iwaizumi interrupted. “Katsumi and Y/N are not to be messed around with?”

“Pretty much.”

Oikawa smirked, as the opposing team began to serve. “Well, we’ll see about that.”

The ball flew into their side, and was neatly received by Hanamaki. He received it so it was sent back to Oikawa, who geared up to toss.

This is different, he thought. This is Seijoh, too. I can’t afford to let my guard down.

He squinted as three spikers flew up to jump, formulating a split-second decision in his head.

With an accuracy that had been memorized for years, Oikawa set the ball to Iwaizumi, the latter spiking it down with a force that could only be interpreted as the move of a true ace.

Oikawa straightened, grinning. That was a perfect one.

“Nice kill, Iwa-cha—”

“Oikawa!”

Not one second after Iwaizumi had shouted his name, the ball slammed down on the floor, inches away from Oikawa’s side. The startled captain froze, eyes flitting across the room, searching for the perpetrator.

They weren’t hard to spot.

Crouched down, with arms held out to receive, was Y/N. She was smirking proudly as she straightened up, and Katsumi landed neatly on her feet.

Their team had formed a near-perfect arc around the two, gaping at them in surprise.

“Yahaba, you traitor!” Hanamaki complained, pointing at the setter on the other side of the court.

Yahaba shrugged, grinning. “It wasn’t a difficult set. Not when the ball was sent back perfectly.” He turned to Y/N and gave her a thumbs up. She sent him a cheeky grin in return.

“Idiot,” Iwaizumi scolded Oikawa. “What happened? You just let your guard down then and there!”

“Huh.” Oikawa placed his hands on his waist. “Didn’t expect her to receive that, Iwa-chan. Are you sure you’re not going dull on me?”

As Iwaizumi raised his hand, Oikawa flinched, squeaking out hasty apologies.

Oikawa turned to Y/N, and felt a chill run down his spine as he found her already staring at him. He tried for a smile, but it disappeared as she turned abruptly on her heel.

Apparently, his distraught and shock was evident, as Hanamaki snickered behind him. “This is called, “Oikawa Tooru is turned down by an award-winning libero”.”

“Oh, shut up, Makki.”

The succeeding rally ended with Oikawa’s team getting a point, and so he found himself on the end of the court, spinning the ball around and gearing up to serve.

You’re quite the talented one, Sunshine-chan, he thought. Your moods on and off the court switch so fast, it’s giving everyone whiplash.

He smirked as the whistle was blown, and he tossed the ball up neatly in the air.

But no matter, he thought, as his hand connected with the ball. If you can’t get the ball..then you lose.


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She saw it in slow motion.

Her quick, sharp eyes missed nothing, watching his every move from the time he picked up the ball to the moment it connected with his palm.

How much force did he put behind it? she thought. His third step faltered a bit. Is he hesitating? Why is Iwaizumi putting his hands behind his head as he served? Has he encountered his captain’s serves before?

Y/N sucked in a deep breath. Where is the ball going? Akane moved to the left. Is it because she knows where it’s heading?

It paid to have a short attention span and quirky movements—Y/N dashed through every single detail as quickly as she would move from one conversation topic to another. That was what made her a libero: her high stamina and her senses in overdrive.

The ball soared through the air, at a terrifying speed. However, Y/N saw it coming for her frame by frame, giving her time to relax and think things through.

A force that’s more of a spike than a serve, she thought, crouching down. Coming straight towards me. With that force and speed, if I mess up, the ball will bounce off my arms.

It was clear to her: Oikawa was going for a service ace. And he might have made it, if he was going against a regular libero.

But Y/N stepped back, angled her arms nicely, and received the ball in a manner which made it shoot up in the air, back to where Yahaba was.

It was even more clear to everyone: Y/N was no regular libero.

“Nice receive!” Yahaba shouted. “Katsumi-senpai!”

No, Y/N thought, and she rushed forward. Don’t toss it to her!

Yahaba tossed to the right, where Katsumi was waiting. In the air, the opposing team’s blockers jumped up, ready to shut the women’s captain down.

Katsumi spiked, and the blocks completely denied it. It was a sure shut-out, until Y/N dove in to catch it.

She slid the back of her palm under the ball, throwing it back up in the air.

“Nice follow!” Katsumi shouted, grinning at Y/N.

They had been on guard whenever Katsumi spikes, Y/N thought. They were trailing her.

“Damn,” Iwaizumi muttered. “She saw through that. Did you see her run forward earlier?”

“Yeah.” Oikawa smirked. “She even caught my serve too; exciting little thing, Sunshine-chan is.”


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“Good job, Seijoh.”

“You too, Seijoh.”

It was a funny sight as everyone helped clean up the gym. Kindaichi was pining after a third-year middle blocker, getting starry-eyed and asking for her number. Iwaizumi was chatting with Katsumi in the corner as they started wiping the balls that were used. Yahaba was trying to impress Mayumi by leaning on the net casually, but ultimately failed as Hanamaki began to lower the net.

Y/N was back to her cheerful, carefree self, humming as she set the poles back in the storage room. She lost track of the score earlier—a habit of hers whenever she got too into a game—but she didn’t particularly mind.

When she turned around, she spotted Oikawa pushing a container of volleyballs into the stock room. Wordlessly, she stepped aside to let him pass.

“Hey, Sunshine-chan,” he said, and Y/N raised an eyebrow at his use of the nickname. “Great game, huh?”

Y/N managed a polite smile. “Yeah. Great game.”

Oikawa sighed in relief at her smile. He was expecting something else; something that involved twisting his head around, probably.

“You’re a really good libero,” he continued. “Too bad we can’t have you on the men’s team.”

Y/N smiled. “I think you’re more bummed that you won’t get to play us in an official match.”

“True, true.”

Of course, Y/N knew who Oikawa Tooru was. Pretty boys who did nothing but flirt with girls all day irked her for some reason—and that reason might be that it was a clear sign that Oikawa never took things seriously.

It sounded weird, coming from her: a girl with an attention span of fifteen seconds and a hype that would run an EDM crowd out of business. But she had her boundaries, and people who didn’t know theirs irritated her.

How funny it was, that she was talking to the person of the exact description in a storage room.

But Y/N had noticed something. Every toss, every receive, every serve, and every spike that Oikawa hit, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. He obviously put a lot of thought and effort into getting the right angle and force, much like Y/N did.

And it came to her, right smack in the middle of a match.

If there was one thing Oikawa Tooru took seriously, it was his volleyball.

“So, um,” Oikawa said. Where should I start? he thought. Why were you glaring at me like you wanted to kill me? How did you practice volleyball? Was there a time you didn’t want to be a libero? Are you free this Saturday?

“Do you think you could give me some tips on receiving?” he asked. “I mean, I know it’s kind of stupid. But the way you play, well…I want to see how it’s done.”

Y/N’s eyebrows raised higher and higher with every word. Oikawa Tooru, the Oikawa Tooru, a pretty boy which Y/N openly disliked, was asking her for pointers.

This is a bad idea, she thought. Who knows where this’ll go.

“Sure thing. Where do we start?”

Loud Neighbour vs. Short Tempered German.

Warning: This story is very long but well worth it. Also there is “Too Long; Didnt Read” at the bottom of the story.

This was about a year ago. I had just moved into my new flat because the previous one was quite uncomfortable, as the owner and other flatmates were generally dicks. Lots of clashes with them and LOTS of leassons learned on how not to deal with people. Your usual college experience stuff, you know?

Now I had a job and money: Time to live on my own!

I move in and all is fine for a month. But I am exposed to loud gaming noises. I’m a gamer myself, so naturally I am not too annoyed about this. But these game noises would normally not stop until 1am/2am. Which is kinda shitty for my sleep-cycle and the enjoyment of weekends.
Trying to do the civil thing I ask the neighbour to turn it down. Turns out my neighbour is from New Zealand and doesnt speak German. (Hint, this is all taking place in Germany)
My english is good enough to have some chitchat and I try to build a friendly “bond” by idenitfying that he is either Aussie or NZ. He’s amazed by my english and confirms to be a Kiwi. He concludes with saying that it is no problem to game quietly; says he can do that definitely.

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And One To Grow On

Warnings: Smut, Teasing, Spanking, Kissing, Cursing, Possessive!Bucky, Jealous!Bucky, Affectionate!Bucky, Happy!Bucky, Cute!Bucky, Kinky!Bucky, Dirty Talk

Summery: It’s Bucky’s Birthday and you’re nothing if not giving.

Originally posted by youneedtostrut

You blinked yours eyes open as the quinjet landed and slowly came to a stop.

The mission you’d been on had forced you to be away from home and your fellow Avengers for nearly three weeks, but at least it had been a success. It’s not that it had been a very hard mission, but you’d spent a lot of time waiting for intel and information to come through on the enemy military base you’d been assigned to infiltrate; you were a teleporter after all, you couldn’t do much unless you knew where you were going and what you were walking into.

It was early morning and the sun was just starting to rise. Thankfully, you’d managed to get a good night’s sleep on one of the quinjet’s pullout beds so that you could spend some time with the team when you got in. But as you walked through the tower, you noticed it was uncharacteristically quiet; apparently everyone was still very much asleep. Well, almost everyone.

“Y/N? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow!” Steve greeted, flipping a pancake before it burned.

You pulled him in for a hug, “I wasn’t supposed to be, but I was sick and tired of that damn hotel. Figured it was time to come home. I’m not sure my handlers have even realized I’m gone yet.”

“Always givin’ ‘em the slip.” Steve laughed, “Stark’s gonna have your hide if you keep making the handler’s jobs so difficult.”

“I’ll take my chances. Plus, those agents seriously need to lighten up; none of them even got my puns.” You said, pouring yourself a glass of juice, “Also, those pancakes smell amazing. Don’t guess I could steal a few?”

“Of course you can.” Steve said, kissing you on the forehead, “JARVIS, can you please wake up the team?”

“My pleasure, Captain.” JARVIS replied.

“Mind helping me set the table?” Steve asked.

“Of course not, want me to grab the juice, coffee, and milk too?” You asked, motioning to the rest of the kitchen.

“That’d be great! Oh, and there’s bacon in the oven if you could get that out?” Steve asked over his shoulder.

“Aye-aye Captain!” You said, tossing him a salute.

Steve chuckled and shook his head, continuing to set the table.

The team slowly filed in, all in various stages of consciousness; Banner and Stark were bleary eyed but still able to sit up, Natasha was slumped sleepily in Sam’s lap as he twirled a lock of her hair and sipped his coffee, Pietro was leaning against Wanda who was snuggled into Vision’s side, Scott was holding a sleeping Cassie (seeing as he now had shared custody, Cassie spent a lot of her time at the tower) and conversed with Hope quietly, while Thor sat between and supported a sleeping Loki and Clint.

“Where’s the Birthday Boy? I’m starving here, Rogers.” Tony complained.

“I’m here.” Bucky croaked, shuffling into the room and plopping down into the seat beside you.

“Barnes.” You greeted formally, nodding in his direction.

Doll.” Bucky purred, giving you a sleepy smile and tossing his arm over the back of your chair, “Come back early all for little ol’ me?”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself; I obviously came back for Steve.”

Bucky frowned and Steve smirked; he always enjoyed watching you dish it out to Bucky.

“Really?” Steve asked around a mouthful of bacon.

“You heard me.” You said, reaching over and wiping his mouth gently, “Where else am I gonna get pancakes like this?”

“I could make pancakes like this.” Bucky grumbled, “I could make pancakes better than this.”

Sam chuckled, “Be cool, Buck. I don’t think Cap’s trying to steal your girl with his cooking skills.”

“Not his girl.” You commented.

“If I was, the Jerk wouldn’t stand a chance.” Steve said, giving you a swift kiss on the cheek to irritate his best friend.

Steve and you were really just good and affectionate friends. He’d been called to help with a bank robbery in the city and seeing as it was a hostage situation involving three Enhanceds, the police had done the logical thing and called the Avengers. But they’d arrived only to find their jobs had been done for them.

It turned out, you’d been in the bank that day. You weren’t usually one for using your powers and under normal circumstances you’d have let the police handle it, but it had been a really long week and you just wanted to cash your paycheck and go home. Using your powers, you’d managed to evacuate the hostages and neutralize the three threats. After cashing your check and withdrawing all of your savings, you disappeared.

It took the team a month to locate the city you were hiding in. Steve being the one that approached and convinced you to join the Avengers, naturally the two of you became incredibly close. Steve was incredibly kind, respectful, and had strong morals. But Bucky had been a completely different story.

After Steve had introduced you to the team, Bucky had started flirting with you mercilessly. How could he not? You were cute, he was available, there was no question to it in his opinion. The only problem was that you shot him down instantly, and every time after that. You were impervious to his charm, wit, and smiles.

And it nearly drove him up the walls.

It got worse for him when you realized he only got more annoyed when you openly gave Steve affection and tossed his flirty comments back at him.

“Y'know, I can do that too!” Bucky said, swooping down to surprise you with a kiss.

You stopped him inches away from your face by putting two fingers against his lips, “Nu-uh. I don’t think so, Stable Boy.”

You heard Tony chuckled at your new nickname for the super-soldier, “Nice one, L/N.”

“But Dooooooooooooll!” Bucky whined, voice slightly muffled against your fingers, “It’s my birthday!”

You shrugged, “It’s Thursday for me.”

Bucky’s face immediately fell and he slumped back in his seat, the most dejected look you’d ever seen taking up residence on his face. The minute the words came out of your mouth, you had regretted them; and seeing him like this made you feel even worse. It was his birthday, you could’ve at least allowed him a kiss on the cheek. But you knew if you offered it now, he’d refuse; he may have had a huge crush on you, but Bucky Barnes was still a proud man and that would win over his desire to kiss you (and he really desired to kiss you).

So instead, you sat and thought of ways you could make it up to him. Unfortunately, just as another thought popped into your head, Bucky got up to leave.

“Where you headed? Thought we were gonna play some video games before you had to file that paperwork.” Clint asked.

“Nah, you go ahead. I’m sure Loki would be more than happy to go a few rounds with you.” Bucky sighed, “I’m just gonna go back to my room … Maybe read or something.”

You couldn’t let Bucky leave like that because you knew he’d just stay in his room all day. So you went with the last thought that had popped into your head.

As he was about to walk away from the table, Bucky heard a small SLAP! noise and felt someone lightly swat his ass. Bucky whirled around to face the table, ready to tear someone a new one. Only to find you with a satisfied smile staring up at him.

“What the fuck?’” Bucky asked, giving you a confused look as he rubbed his ass; more so out of disbelief than pain.

“Haven’t you ever heard of birthday spankings, Barnes?” You asked, leaning towards him teasingly, “If not, you’d better get with the program. We still got ninety-eight more to go, Soldier.”

Before he could reply, you winked flirtatiously and vanished into thin air; probably teleporting to another level in the building.

Everyone stared in awkward silence at your now empty seat.

“That’s some kinky foreplay if I’ve ever seen it.” Tony said, finally breaking the silence.

Bucky was washing up his breakfast dishes as he tried to think of what exactly you were doing; he was a trained assassin, how could you possibly hope to finish what you’d started at the table?

Steve walked in and set his own dishes down, giving Bucky the widest and cockiest grin he was capable of.

“Not a word. Not one fucking word.” Bucky warned his friend.

But Steve just smiled, making a show of pretending to zip his lips shut. Steve tried to suppress his smile when he saw you pop up right behind his friend.

Just as Bucky was about ask Steve to why he was still smiling like an idiot, the ex-assassin felt another blow to his behind. Bucky tried to turn and catch you, knowing that if someone was touching you they got teleported with you, but you were already gone.

Unbeknownst to Bucky, you’d teleported behind him to give him another and add to your count; you did have dozens more of these to do after all.

“Ninety-six.” You whispered in his ear teasingly before leaving again.

Steve roared with laughed, throwing his head back, “I know its your birthday, but this really seems like a gift for all of us.”

Steve laughed harder as he watched Bucky seethe with frustration.

Bucky was just about to sit down and play some games with Clint (and nurse his slightly stinging ass), when you popped up and managed to get in another spank.

“Ninety-five!” You smirked.

Bucky nearly tripped over the coffee table and dropped the bowl full of popcorn, but managed to recover before disaster struck and turned to glare at the spot you’d just been occupying.

“Can’t say I blame her.” Clint whistled, nodding to Bucky, “You’re definitely on my Top 5 Best Asses On The Team list.”

Bucky sighed and plopped down into his seat, “You had to make it weird.”

“It was already weird.” Loki commented, “Your backside is probably as red as your face.”

At one point Nat tried to land a slap. That didn’t go over too well.

Bucky, Thor, Sam, Pietro, and herself were standing in the hall, discussing something involving a previous mission, when she’d decided to make her move.

Just as Nat’s hand swung forward, you popped up and caught her wrist.

“What?” Nat asked, “I’m not allowed to join in on the fun?”

“Not today.” You shook your head, “That ass is mine until 12:01 AM.”

“I don’t see your name on it.” Nat teased.

You teleported away, leaving the group confused, before popping back in and slapping a sticky note to Bucky’s rear.

“Eighty-nine. Now read it and weep.” You said, noticing how Bucky’s hands flew to his ass and his eyes widened when he felt the edges of the paper.

“Oh God, what’s it say?” Bucky asked, cheeks beginning to redden already.

“It says 'Property of Agent L/N until March 11th. Don’t touch my stuff.’, then there’s a little doodle of a butt with a red star on the left cheek.” Pietro said, pursing his lips to keep from laughing.

“You branded me!” Bucky exclaimed, twisting to try and see the note which only resulted in him turning in circles multiple times like a dog chasing his tail, “I’m not livestock! You can’t own me!”

“Don’t take it so hard, Toots. I’ll treat ya well.” You winked, “Get you outta those tight clothes. They look so restricting. Don’t know why you insist on clothing at all.”

You’d admit it; spanking Bucky had given you a certain edge and made you much bolder towards the soldier. It was pretty fair though, considering he flirted, gave you a hard time, and made you blush every other day out of the year; today was payback

“Don’t objectify me!” Bucky said, crossing his arms in an annoyed manner.

“But I wanna touch the butt too!” Nat whined.

“Hey! I’m here! I have a butt!” Sam said, trying to regain his girlfriend’s attention.

“Well if I can’t touch it at least tell me what it feels like!” Nat said, ignoring Sam’s cry for attention.  

“It’s got this adorable little bounce to it. Great shape.” You shared, “And firm. Sooo firm.”

The men just looked between you and Natasha, a mix of appall, shock, excitement, and interest on their faces.

“Firm?” Nat asked, raising a brow, “Like bounce-a-quarter-off-of-it firm?”

“More like bounce-the-entire-fucking-bank-off-of-it firm.” You replied with a smirk, “Might want to pay Sam some attention; he looks like a kicked puppy.”

Natasha rolled her eyes but stood next to Sam, “Men. So fragile.”

Sam almost protested, but Natasha gave him a spank before he could, making him jolt in surprise and give her a smile.

Thor had Bucky pinned down with his face in the mat when you popped into the gym.

Thor was digging his knee into Bucky’s back as Bucky tried to get out of the hold.

Thor smiled when he saw you, “Lady Y/N! A vision of radiance and beauty as always! Anything I can do for you?”

“Yes, actually. If you don’t mind, could you just not move?” You asked innocently.

“Not a problem, my lady.” Thor said, tightening his grip on Bucky.

“Thor, no! You don’t want to do this!” Bucky said, fighting harder as he realized what was happening, “I thought we were bros!”

“Next time don’t put Nair in my shampoo.” Thor replied.

You got nine spanks in before you heard Bucky using his metal arm to rip through the foam mats and wooden floorboards in an attempt to escape.

“Thank you, Thor.” You said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“My pleasure.” Thor said, just as Bucky released himself.

“Seventy-three.” You said, waving flirtatiously.

Bucky turned on Thor, “What the hell, man?”

None of the boys had been expecting you to pop up in the locker room. But lo and behold, here you were.

They all tried to quickly cover themselves but it was really no use; you’d seen it all before anyway (that of course didn’t keep Steve from having a full body blush. And when you say full body, you mean full body).

Bucky was facing his locker, clad in only his red plaid boxers with his hair still dripping with water from when he showered, when you tried to sneak up behind him.

Keyword being tried. Bucky knew you were behind him and he spun just in time to lock you in his arms.

“Baby, if you’re gonna sneak up on an assassin, try and make sure there aren’t any mirrors around.” Bucky said, nodding to the mirror in his locker behind him, “Now what do you think you’re doing? This is the guys locker room; no place for a Lady such as yourself.”

Bucky’s sudden confidence and demeaning tone made you want to slap him; even more so seeing as the rest of the guys were exchanging knowing smirks. You only had one choice; amuse him.

“Well how do you expect me to stay away?” You asked, your voice dropping to a seductive tone as you let your arms wind around him,  bringing yourself flush against him and stroking the dip of his lower back with your fingertips.

Bucky smirked and bit his lip, “Got a taste and now you can’t get enough, that it Babydoll?”

“Mm-hmm.” You hummed, surprising Bucky with a soft kiss to the side of his neck.

Bucky’s smirk widened in satisfaction and he tightened his grip on you; everything was going perfectly according to plan. Sort of.

“You’ve just got the cutest ass.” You said, letting your hands wander down and grip Bucky’s behind, “Can you blame me?”

“I guess no-AAAAHHHH!” Bucky said, trailing of into a low moan; just as he’d started to speak, you’d sunk your teeth into his collarbone.

Bucky froze in complete shock, his member twitching with need as you ran your tongue over the mark you’d just made.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the taste of his skin for a moment longer before making your move.

You gave Bucky a harsh pat on the ass and whispered, “Seventy-two.” before stepping back and popping away, landing in between Steve and Loki.

“I thought you said I had the cutest ass.” Steve pouted, now using a small towel to cover Little Captain Rogers and leaving his ass exposed.

“No, you have the perfect ass.” You corrected, then leaned back to get a good look at the blonde’s perky little behind, “And trust me; I’m definitely looking forward to your birthday.”

Steve gave another full body blush and you stopped to admire it for only a second before vanishing.

Bucky was in the lab with Tony, Bruce, and Scott getting his arm scanned when he heard a WHOOSH! sound, then a loud CRACK!, followed by the sharpest pain he’d felt on his ass all day.

You’d apparently returned with a vengeance. And a prop.

“What the hell?!” Bucky asked, turning to find you standing a few yards away and twirling a wooden paddle.

“Sixty-nine.” You giggled, your laugh ringing throughout the lab even after you were gone.

Bucky was too stunned to talk to you, let alone make a move to grab you again.

“Was that a fucking paddle?” Scott asked, looking to the other three men for confirmation.

Tony, Bruce, and Bucky nodded in sync.

You managed to get twenty-eight more spanks in with the paddle before Bucky wrestled it away from you and broke it over his knee.

The more you teased Bucky, the more sexually frustrated he became. And to be honest, he wasn’t alone.

Steve had been begging you to give Bucky a chance ever since you’d met the older of the two super-soldiers. It wasn’t until today that you were actually considering it.

Sure, you still thought that he was too flirty, charming, and cocky, but it wasn’t until today that you realized that he had more than just a physical attraction to you.

The way Bucky melted into your soft touches back in the locker room, his genuine curiosity when he asked about your mutation, cheering you on whenever you beat someone at Mario Kart (even when its himself), the smile he gave you when he realized you were home after a mission, and how you were the only one he allowed to touch his hair and play with it.

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to give James Barnes that chance.

The team had just had dinner (pizza, Bucky’s favorite) and watched Bucky open his presents (everyone did incredibly well in that department; Thor and Loki gave an enchanted dagger that would turn anyone cut with it into solid ice, Tony gave him a custom sniper scope that was definitely years ahead of it’s time, Natasha gave him a book of Russian lullabies he used to play for her and the rest of the girls in the Red Room at night, Steve gave him a framed sketch of his he’d done of Bucky in his uniform with his arm around Steve’s pre-serum form that Steve had completed right before Bucky shipped off for the war, Cassie even gave him a coloring book that featured himself; he tried to contain his excitement when he realized companies were making merchandise of him and finally recognizing him as part of The Avengers.)

Finally, the partiers retired to the movie room, balancing snacks and triple-chocolate-fudge cake as they went, everyone more than ready to watch Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs. You stopped Bucky at the door by placing a hand gently on his forearm.

“Can we … Can I … Talk? To you?” You asked, the boldness and courage you’d gained throughout the day quickly dissipating.

“Yeah! I mean … Yes, of course. I’ll always make time for you, Doll.” Bucky said, leading you down a deserted corridor. You knew Bucky would’ve been more hesitant to follow you had you not given him his ninety-ninth spankings before dinner started.

“What’s-” The rest of Bucky’s question was muffled against your lips.

Your hands gripped Bucky’s jaw tightly as you kissed him, the soldier standing frozen in place and shocked beyond belief. Bucky’s hands finally came to rest on your waist and just as he began to kiss you back, you pulled out of his grasp.

“I can’t believe I just did that! I just crossed so many lines!” You said, panicking, “You probably didn’t even want-”

“Gotta say, that’s probably the best present I’ve gotten today.” Bucky said, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, “But, uh, mind telling me what brought this on?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “You know how I’m a teleporter? How I have to know where I’m going to actually teleport somewhere?”

Bucky nodded, leaning against the wall to watch you pace in front of him.

“Well, all day today I’ve been watching you; I had to if I wanted to get those spanks in without getting caught. At first it was just all fun and games, like we usually do, y'know? But as I watched you, I realized you’re not the front you put up. You’re still witty and charming; you can always make anyone on the team laugh no matter how sad or upset they are. But you’re also sensitive and sweet; don’t look at me like that, I know about your visits to the VA. The point is, I misjudged you and I feel really shitty about that. But I feel even worse about not giving you a chance to begin with because you’re actually a really great guy and if you’d still like to, I’d love to go with you to Tony’s party tomorrow.” You said, the words spilling out like a waterfall.

You came to a stand still in front of Bucky, looking into his eyes as you waited for his answer.

“Nah.” Bucky said, shaking his head, “I don’t want to take you to that dumb party-”

You felt your throat tighten and tears form in the corners of your eyes, you looked away from him, “I understand. Happy birthday.”

You turned on your heels and began the walk to your room, but you didn’t get far. Bucky’s hard body pushed yours into the nearest wall, pinning you between it and himself bringing you face to face and forcing you to stare into his beautiful blue-grey eyes.

“I want to take you to my bed.” Bucky whispered against your lips.

Unable to wait any longer, Bucky sealed his lips on yours once again. His left hand wrapped around your waist and his other hand went into your hair, tugging it lightly and smirking against your lips when you let out a strained moan. You fisted your hands into the front of his red Henley to pull him closer and kiss him harder. Bucky licked the seam of yours lips and you parted them to allow him inside, earning a growl from him that you could feel ripple through his chest.

Bucky melted into your touch, tightening his arm around your waist. He simply couldn’t help the growl he’d let loose when you’d opened your mouth for him; you were normally so stubborn and take-charge, so it wasn’t surprising that the submissive gesture turned him on.

Ever since he’d met you, he’d wanted you. At first he was just in it for the chase; he’d never been able to back down from a challenge. But after getting to know you, he’d become absolutely captivated. Your sense of humor, your intelligence, the way your nose crinkled when you laughed, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment whenever someone complimented you, how you refused to make more than one trip to carry the groceries in (“Trippers are quitters, Barnes!”), the fact that you could only sleep if there was music playing, and all the other little things about you. Now, as he held you, he knew he’d never give you up and that if anyone tried to take you away from him, he would fight tooth and nail. Hell, he’d fight entire armies for you if you asked him to.

Your lips were so warm and soft against his own slightly chapped ones, and you tasted so sweet; like hot chocolate and snickerdoodles. Your lips fit perfectly against his, perfectly shaped and plump; he’d be happy to spend the rest of his life in that hallway with you.

But as he felt your hips buck against his, he knew you both needed more.

“Jump.” Bucky whispered.

You followed his command without hesitation, placing your complete trust in him and the fact that he knew what he was doing.

Bucky caught you, balancing you on his forearm while his right hand was still tangled in your locks. You wrapped your legs around his torso and let your lips find his again; you were getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, but the bubbly feeling that rolled through your stomach when the two of you kissed was well worth it.

Bucky walked the two of you into the nearest elevator, he pressed the button for his floor then leaned his back against the wall, all the while holding you as close to him as he possibly could. By now your lips had trailed down to his neck, causing his head to fall back and hit the wall of the elevator with a THUNK!.

“Ow.” Bucky groaned, partially out of pain and partially because you had just pressed a kiss to his Adams apple.

“Careful.” You giggled, nuzzling into the side of his neck, “Don’t want to have to explain this mark to Cho or Banner if you get a concussion.”

“What mar-HHHHHHHHHHNNNNNGGG!” As soon as you began working a lovebite beneath his jaw, Bucky made a sound that was far from human.

Bucky closed his eyes and started grinding his lower half into yours; between your warm body pressed against his, your lips attached to the most sensitive part of his neck, and how amazing you smelled, all of his senses were on overload with pleasure.

“Well get a load of you, gettin’ it up at ninety-nine. Or do I just get you goin’ that much?” You asked, rolling your hips.

“Whatta you think?” Bucky breathed, relishing in the pressure you were putting directly on his erection, “You’ve had those hot little hands on my ass all day; I’ve been suffering since breakfast.”

“I’d say I’m sorry but we both know I’d be lying.” You said, just as the elevator arrived on Bucky’s floor.

“I’d go so far as to say you enjoy the thought of me stuck on edge because of your little game.” Bucky said, walking down the hall, into his room, then laying you down on the bed and hovering over you.

“Maybe just a bit.” You confirmed, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Bucky supported himself on his left forearm and used his right hand to twist a lock of your hair around his finger, “You’re so cute.” Bucky buried his face in your neck, letting his stubble scratch you lightly, “I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

You whimpered, “That a promise?”

Bucky sat up, still straddling you, he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, “You know it, Dollface.”

You took a moment to gape at Bucky’s body; his shoulders were broad and strong, his biceps were just as big as Thor’s and Steve’s, his chest looked like it had been sculpted to perfection, and his abs were beautifully defined.

“I’m sorry about the … scars.” Bucky said quietly, self-consciously trying to cover his chest and abdomen with his left hand and clamping his right one over the scar on his left shoulder where flesh met metal.

You sat up on your knees and gently pushed his hand away from his shoulder; Bucky looked like he was going to argue until you brought your lips into contact with the scarred flesh. All Bucky could do was quiver in pleasure as you trailed kisses along the sensitive skin.

“Don’t be.” You whispered into his skin, looking up at him out of the corner of your eye, “It just means you survived and that you’re with me in the here and now.”

“You’re too good for me.” Bucky said, running his fingers through your hair.

“It also doesn’t hurt that I find these incredibly sexy.” You said, tracing a thick scar on his side.

“I’m trying to be sweet and you’re ruining it.” Bucky said, pouting to hide his happiness with your response.

“Oh, my bad!” You said, pretending to get off the bed, “I thought you were 'gonna fuckin’ ruin’ me. My mistake.”

Bucky grabbed your hips and pushed you down on the bed again, resuming his previous position of leaning over you, “You might wanna go easy on teasin’ me, doll.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” You asked, innocently.

“Because,” Bucky said, pushing the hem of your 'Saving People. Hunting Things. The Family Business.’ t-shirt up, “I can drag this out. As. Long. As. I. Want.”

“Really? What makes you think I’ll stay put?” You asked, sighing softly as the warm skin of his fingers brushed against that of your stomach.

“This.” Bucky said, his right hand releasing your shirt -which was pushed up all the way to the undersides of your breasts- to cup your pussy through the white cotton short-shorts you wore.

“Oo-oh.” You whimpered out, grinding down onto his hand. It was so warm and big, his long fingers brushing the cleft of your ass and his palm digging into your clit. You could probably get off on this alone.

Bucky pulled his hand away much to your displeasure, “Nuh-uh-uh. No way you’re getting off that way doll.”

“Then how will I?” You said, your patience growing thinner the wetter your panties got.

“With my cock buried inside of you.” Bucky said, nonchalantly; right before he ripped your shorts in half.

“Buck-!” You gasped.

Bucky slipped your t-shirt over your head (he would’ve torn it but he knew you’d rip him a new one for tearing one of your favorite shirts), then sat back on his heels (making the denim of his jeans stretch enticingly over his thighs) and stared down at you with his mouth slightly hung open, “Did you fuckin’ plan this?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about, James.” You said, biting your lip and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“I’m talkin’ 'bout this!” Bucky said, popping the edge of the thin, mint green panties you wore that had his member at full mast as soon as he’d seen them, “Or do you mean to tell me you always wear this kinda stuff? In which case, you really shouldn’t be wearin’ stuff like this in front of the rest of the guys, Pretty Baby; what happens if they see your cute little parts? What happens if I do? Can you really expect me to hold back from taking you in front of them if I see you bent over and I get a peek? Or maybe you want them to watch? Maybe you want them to see how wet you are. And your are wet, aren’t you? Bet you’re always wet, ready, and waiting.”

You were panting beneath him and he’d barely touched you; in hindsight, maybe the lingerie was a bad idea on your part seeing as he was taking you apart just by talking about you in it.

Bucky had stopped talking to fully take in the sight before him; the bra you wore was the same thin, mint green material of your panties, and normally he probably wouldn’t have been so taken by a woman in lingerie, but today there were to major differences. 1) It was you wearing the lingerie and 2) the panties had a cut out that started just above your slit and ended just below your ass and 3) the bra had two triangular cutouts; one to show off each nipple as it hardened due to the cold air in his room.

You were looking at him so innocently; as if you weren’t completely bared and exposed to him.  

Bucky leaned down and kissed you, letting out a low growl as your nipples brushed against his bare chest, “This is so much better than that 'Hello My Name Is: Bucky Bear’ t-shirt you got me.”

“Hey! Don’t knock my gifts! I even made sure it was a vest top so the fabric wouldn’t get caught in the plates on your arm!” You said, swatting his right bicep.

“I never said I didn’t love it.” Bucky whispered, brushing his nose against the side of yours and letting his left hand travel down your body, “This is just better … so much better.”

On the last syllable, Bucky let the thumb on his left hand stroke your clit.

You let out a low whine, letting your eyes fall shut as Bucky continued his ministrations on your little bundle of nerves, You were slowly but surely getting lost in how amazing it felt; he’d been with you for less than an hour and he already knew how to play your body like a fiddle. You were so caught up in him that the rest of the Avengers could burst through the door and you probably wouldn’t even notice as long as Bucky didn’t stop.

Wait … Bucky … It was his birthday. Not yours. This was supposed to be about him.

“Bucky … stop … Buck! Hang on!” You said, finally gaining enough will to swat his hand away.

Bucky looked up at you, panic flashing through his eyes as he yanked his hand back, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Oh God, I did, didn’t I? Shit! Let me go get-”

You put a finger against Bucky’s lips, “Shush. I’m fine, Buck. I’m fantastic, actually. But it’s your birthday; let me treat you.”

“Did you just 'shush’ me?” Bucky asked, raising a brow at you.

“If I hadn’t, Steve would probably be in here trying to figure out how you hurt me; no offence to Steve but I’m not sure I’m ready for him to see that much of me yet,” You giggled, scooting back and lowering your torso so that you were at eye-level with Bucky’s crotch.

“I’ll never be ready for anyone else to see this much of you.” Bucky said, then sucked in a sharp breath as you mouthed at his cock over the two layers of clothing he wore, “Shit, Pretty Baby! You don’t gotta do that.”

“No. I don’t.” You said, sliding the zipper of his jeans down and pulling them, along with his boxers, just far enough down to release his member, “I want to.”

You took a few seconds to marvel at his size and admire the pretty shade of purple it currently was before you roughly ran your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, licking up the pre-cum that had collected at his tip; his low moans above you only spurring you on.

Bucky threw his head back and moaned; he didn’t remember ever being this vocal during sex before, but your mouth made him feel like he was in heaven. He could feel you letting your breath ghost over his twitching member, teasing him in the worst way possible right before you took his tip into your mouth completely.

Bucky pulled your hair back from your face and clutched the make-do ponytail, holding back another moan as he watched you with your lips wrapped around his cock, “Ooh! Oh, Babydoll!” Bucky could’ve sworn you smirked around his member, “You look so good with my cock in your mouth; like you were made for it. Made for me.”

Bucky felt you moan around him in agreement and he blinked away the stars that began dancing across his vision as the vibrations from your moans pleasured him. Bucky involuntarily bucked his hips and pushed your head down onto him, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat. Bucky saw your eyes water and after realizing what he’d done, tried to pull you off. But you gripped his thighs tightly and glared up at him in warning; Bucky was sure he’d never been more terrified or turned on in his entire existence.

“Baby, don’t hurt yourse-” Bucky breathed in sharply as you hollowed yours cheeks out, pulling him in more; Bucky knew he wouldn’t last long if you kept at it.

So with that in mind, Bucky harshly pulled you off of him.

You moaned at the delightful sting in your scalp as Bucky pulled you off of him by your hair.

“Hair-pulling kink, Pretty Baby? Really? Gonna have to file that information away for later.” Bucky growled.

“Why’d you stop me?’ You asked, sitting up but keeping one hand on his thigh, "Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Doll, 'course not. Its just … If you’d kept that up, I’d have cum in your mouth in seconds like some horny fuckin’ teenager.” Bucky replied, pulling you up to eye-level with him so that he could place a soft kiss on your lips.

“That was sorta the point.” You murmured against his lips, “It’s your birthday; you deserve a nice mouth to cum in.”

“You sure do got a pretty mouth on ya, no denying that.” Bucky said, trailing kisses along your jaw, “But I can think of another hot, wet place I’d much rather cum in.”

You felt Bucky nip your ear and then he pushed you back on the bed so that you were lying flat and spread open to him. Bucky bit his lip and stared down at you with darkened eyes, still sitting on his knees between your spread legs gave him the perfect view of your hard, swollen nipples and pretty, wet pussy.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” You sassed, the cool air around your exposed areas only arousing you further,

“Nah, I think I’ll just have you in my bed like this every night.” Bucky said, pulling your lower half up and teasing your folds with his cock, “Y'know, to keep the memories fresh.”

Your smart-ass comment died on your lips as Bucky slowly slid into you.

Bucky let out a satisfied hum as you stretched to fit him, your walls fluttering around his member exquisitely. Bucky watched as you arched your back in pleasure, pushing your breasts out even further. So he leaned down and placed a kiss on each of your nipples, hands gripping your thighs to keep you from moving.

“Please. Please let me move.” You whined, attempting to roll your hips.

“No.” Bucky said sharply, slapping your thigh with his right hand, “I’m calling the shots now. If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock later. Clear?”

“Sir yes Sir.” You said, meaning for it to sound sarcastic but it just ended up sounding breathy.

“That’s right, Pretty Baby.” Bucky smirked, twisting one of your nipples and causing pleasure to roll through you, “Respect the Birthday Boy.”

Your eyes were closed as you nodded, biting your lip and practically shivering with delight. Bucky could feel you clenching around his pulsing cock and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer; he was surprised he’d managed to last this long. Bucky slid out just as slowly as he’d slid in, then snapped his hips forward and filled you once more.

A wide smile found its way onto Bucky’s face as you let out a long, low moan of his name, “That’s right, Babydoll, moan my name! Be as loud as you can; I wanna hear all your pretty little sounds. Make those sounds for me. Please. I’ve waited so long. I just wanna hear you.”

You couldn’t have stopped moaning if you tried seeing as with every powerful thrust Bucky drove into you, he hit your g-spot. Tears of pleasure welled up in your eyes and eventually spilled out to flow down your cheeks. Bucky’s eyes widened and he looked like he was going to stop, but you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down on top of you and smashed your lips into his, instantly putting his worries to rest.

You held Bucky against you as he pumped his cock in and out of you faster and faster, his hips pistoning as he chased your release as well as his own. Bucky wrapped his left arm around your waist making you arch of the bed and even closer to his body, while his right hand went down and began to rub your clit in quick, harsh circles.

“I’m so close, Bucky. Don’t stop.” You breathed against his lips, feeling the coil in your stomach ready to snap.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it, Pretty Baby.” Bucky replied, looking directly into your eyes before kissing you passionately.

Your body lit up with pleasure as your orgasm rocketed through you, setting your nerves on fire as you moaned against Bucky’s lips and writhed helplessly against his body. Bucky was still pounding into you so you clenched your walls around him, making him pull out and cum all over your thighs.

Bucky let his weight rest on you, laying his body over your own and burying his face in your neck while you sifted your fingers through his hair.

“That was … Fantastic,” Bucky said, practically purring as your fingernails brushed his scalp.

“I couldn’t agree more.” You replied, using one hand to trace his spine.

Bucky lifted his head to look into your eyes, “Does this mean that we’re … together? As in … a couple?”

“No, I give everyone on the team sex on their birthday.” You said sarcastically, then rolled your eyes, “Of course it means we’re together! As in a couple!”

Bucky smiled genuinely and kissed you softly but passionately, adoring the feel of your body beneath his, “Well then, seein’ as I got her so messy, I guess I’d better clean my best girl up.” Bucky said, sitting up on his knees and smirking at your cum-covered thighs, “No matter how good the looks wearing … Well … Me.”

Bucky snickered as he climbed off the bed, avoiding your fist. He worked his jeans and underwear the rest of the way down his legs (seeing as he hadn’t wanted to waste time with such petty things before fucking you), went to his bathroom and shortly returned with a warm washcloth. Bucky gently cleaned your thighs, placing light kisses on each area after he’d cleaned it.

“That tickles.” You laughed, squirming after he’d kissed a particularly sensitive spot close to your knee.

“Oh? Really?” Bucky asked, mischief lighting up his eyes, “Is my Pretty Baby ticklish?”

“No!” You said, tensing up and jerking slightly when he ran his fingertips over the same spot.

“Liar.” Bucky said, “Don’t worry; I’m gonna let you rest.”

You relaxed, “Thank yo-”

Quick as a whip, Bucky stretched up and gave your still-exposed, sensitive clit a hard kiss, “For now.”

Bucky went to throw the washcloth in the hamper and frowned at the sight before him when he returned; you were opening the door dressed only in one of his hoodies (which was massive on you and nearly reached your knees).

“Where are you going?” Bucky asked hesitantly; he didn’t want to sound clingy but he also really wanted to hold you.

“Oh, I figured you’d want to go and finish the movie; I just have to go get some more shorts from my-” You started, pausing at the door.

“No.” Bucky said, shutting the door to his room, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder; congratulating himself on not getting too distracted by your ass, which was at the perfect level for him to nip.

“No?” You asked, as Bucky dropped you on the bed and fell down into place next to you.

“No. To hell with the movie; I’m not letting you leave this bed for a week.” Bucky replied, pulling his hoodie off of you then carefully removing the lingerie he was hoping you’d wear for him again … Soon. Maybe you’d even let him go shopping with you next time.

“What about food? Water? Steve?” You asked, amusement dancing in your eyes.

“We can leave for nourishment but Steve ain’t joinin’ us; we share the shield occasionally but that’s it. Not sharin’ you with anybody.” Bucky said, pulling you into his side and covering you both with the blankets.

“I mean,” You said, burying your face into his bare chest as he lightly stroked your ass with the fingers on his left hand, “What is he going to do without you?”

“Babydoll; I know Steve looks like a puppy, but he’s actually quite capable of taking care of himself and doing other menial tasks. Such as dressing himself, saving the world, feeding himself, and even entertaining himself. But if it makes you feel any better, Sam does take him on walks every morning.” Bucky said, laughter rumbling in his chest

“Fine, you’ve convinced me!” You laughed, pressing a kiss over his heart, “I’ll stay.”

“That’s cute.” Bucky said, squeezing your ass, “You thought I was givin’ you a choice.”

You felt warm sunlight across your back before you opened your eyes to find it streaming through the windows. You were laying on your stomach with the blankets on the floor and Bucky’s naked body partially covering your own. You turned to face Bucky only to find him already staring at you.

“You know, it’s weird to watch people sleep.” You mumbled groggily.

“If you had as nice a view as I do, you wouldn’t be saying that.” Bucky replied, letting his eyes roam over your body and licking his lips.

“Don’t sell yourself short now; I wouldn’t make just any old slouch my fella.” You said, craning your neck to press soft kisses along his jaw.

“Love it when you talk all 40s to me, Babydoll.” Bucky said, sighing happily and letting you kiss him, “And I love it when you kiss me.”

“Good thing I like kissing you then.” You said, pushing him on his back and moving down his body, trailing kisses as you went.

“Mmm, no. No, Pretty Baby, no.” Bucky said, pulling you back up and hugging you to his chest instead.

“Why?” You asked, pouting.

“Stop pouting, I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” Bucky replied, biting your bottom lip and letting it drag through his teeth.

“Says the guy with his cock rubbing against my pussy.” You retort, “So again I ask: Why?”

“What can I say? I’m insatiable. I like to claim what’s mine.” Bucky growled, gliding his right hand over your ass, spreading your legs, and dipping two fingers into your wet entrance, “As to why, I’ve gotta take care of my best girl. And that means making sure she’s hydrated and carboloaded.”

“For sex?” You asked, an unimpressed look on your face at the predictable answer.

“And cuddling!” Bucky replied, faking offense, “Is sex the only thing you think about? I’m a man, Y/N! I have needs! Cuddling needs!”

“Well if you want breakfast and cuddles, we’re gonna have to put some clothes on first.” You said, climbing off of Bucky to grab the hoodie he’d taken off of you last night so that you could pull it back on.

“What? Don’t wanna go out in our Birthday Suits? Throw the team for a loop?” Bucky asked, jumping out of bed and pulling on some red sweat pants.

“As much as I appreciate the pun, not today.” You smiled, taking his left hand in your own and walking out of his room.

When you and Bucky entered the kitchen, the whole team started clapping and whistling. You blushed and buried your face into Bucky’s collarbone as the guys started howling like wolves.

“Stop it! What are ya? A bunch of animals?” Bucky asked, laughing.

“No, but last night you most definitely were.” Steve smirked, setting a plate of waffles down on the table and kissing your temple on his way back to the kitchen.

“Hey! Punk! You can look but don’t touch!” Bucky shouted after him.

Steve laughed from the kitchen, “You may be her best fella but I’m still her best super-soldier!”

“Nu-uh!” Bucky called back, then looked down at you, “Right, Babydoll?”

“Eh, with the way you left me back in the bedroom, I could go either way at this point.” You shrugged.

“Really?” Bucky asked, quirking a brow, “So I guess I’m gonna have to try extra hard to secure my spot as your number one?”

“Oh yeah; 'cause currently it’s Thor. I mean have you seen those arms? That smile? That hair?” You asked, putting emphasis on the hair part seeing as Bucky always made an effort to make his hair look the best out of all the guys on the team.

“Well I’m pretty fucking sure it wasn’t Thor’s name your were screamin’ last night. Or Thor’s hair you were pulling. Or Thor’s coc-” Bucky started, eye’s darkening.

“Nope! No PDA! No dirty talk!” Tony said, pushing you and Bucky apart, “Not in my tower!”

“Too late.” Bucky snickered, tossing you a wink.

“Don’t make me seat you on opposite ends of the table.” Tony said, pointing back and forth in between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes and went to sit by Sam and Natasha at the table, Bucky coming to stand behind your chair and silently scowl at the other males seated at the table. Especially Thor. You’d never tell him, but his little possessive streak was sexy as hell.

“Sorry, Nat. Looks like you’ll have to settle for my bootylicious assets.” Sam said, happy to find out his girlfriend would be touching no other guys ass’ for the time being.

“Actually, that little note said 'until March 11th’ as I recall.” Nat said, smiling evilly and wiggling out of Sam’s lap.

“Sorry Natasha; this ass is still very much Y/N’s.” Bucky said, turning and pointing to his ass.

“Really?” Natasha asked, acting exasperated after she’d read the note.

The original note read:

Property of Agent L/N until March 11th. Don’t touch my stuff.

But Bucky had used a pink crayon to cross out 'Agent L/N’, 'March 11th’, as well as 'my’, and replaced them so instead it read:

Property of My Pretty Baby until She Says So. Don’t touch Her stuff (That’s me. I’m her stuff.).

“Aww! Buck! I love it!” You said, turning him around and pulling him down to your level so that you could kiss him sweetly, “You’re so adorable!”

“You two make me sick.” Clint said, disgust evident in his voice, “You’re gonna be worse than Sam and Nat; and they’re like rabbits!”

Sam chuckled as Natasha rolled her eyes, taking her place back in his lap and doing nothing to disprove Clint’s statement.

“Ah, go easy on them.” Bruce said, flipping to the next page of the paper, “They’re still in the honeymoon stage.”

“You’ll do well to remember that when you find them pleasuring each other in the lab.” Loki remarked, reading the pages Bruce had discarded.

“Now there’s an idea.” Bucky said, taking the seat next to you and dragging your chair as close to his own as possible, “All those hard surfaces; they’ll leave some nice marks on this sexy body of yours.”

“Or maybe they’ll leave some on yours.” You smirked, turning the tables.

“Please don’t.” Bruce said quietly, making you laugh.

“Okay, Brucie.” You said.

“Thank you.” Bruce said, sighing in relief.

“Yeah, we’ll christen the rest of the tower first.” Bucky chimed in.

“Keep it up, Olaf! I’ll be gettin’ me a spray bottle!” Tony said, sipping his coffee.

“I think you’re gonna need a fuckin’ water hose.” Steve commented, taking his seat.

“Hey,” Bucky shrugged, “The wetter the better.”

With a groan you all dug into the delicious breakfast spread out before you; so similar to yesterday morning’s breakfast but so different in all the best ways as well.

“Oh, Buck! I forgot to grab the hot sauce, you mind?” Steve asked, filling up everyone’s coffee mugs as they passed them to him.

“No problem.” Bucky pecked you on the cheek and slid out of his seat.

But much like yesterday morning, he wasn’t expecting the stinging slap you landed on his ass.

Bucky turned to you slowly as the rest of the team froze, looking to Bucky, then you, then back again.

“What?” You asked Bucky innocently, “One to grow on.”

The third fic and final BuckShot for my Bucky Barnes Birthday Celebration! I know it’s super late, life’s just put me through the wringer these past few weeks so please forgive me! Let me know your thoughts, comments, and opinions as well as any questions or requests you might have HERE!

The Signs at a Sleepover (Part 1)

Aquarius smiles in to the mirror, making sure she looked presentable. The sleepover he’s throwing starts in a few minutes, and she wanted to look nice for- never mind. 

Aquarius sighs angrily. She shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. She’s been friends with Gemini and Libra as long as she could remember, she didn’t wan’t that bond to be ruined by a stupid crush.

She fixes her hair and leaves her house with a sigh. 

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Aquarius knock’s on the door to Gemini’s house. The door flies open,

Aqua!” Gemini exclaims happily, pulling Aquarius into a tight hug. Gemini was very different outside of school. I guess when people said he was ‘two-faced’, they weren’t completely wrong.

“Hey Gem!” Aquarius says, returning the hug. 

“Where’s Libro?” Aquarius asks, referring to the nickname Gemini and Aquarius have for Libra. Gemini pulls away.

“He’s in the kitchen, he’s making ramen.” Gemini says, gesturing to the kitchen. Aquarius rolls her eyes.

“Typical Libro.” Aquarius says, entering the house.

Libro!” she called. Libra ran into the room. 

Aqua!!” he exclaims. “You want some ramen?” 

“Hell yeah!”

“Well too bad i already ate it all!” Libra says, sticking his tongue out.

“screw you.” 

“I rather you not.” Libra says with a smirk. Gemini snickers loudly, giving Libra a fist bump. Aquarius rolls her eyes, taking a seat on Gemini’s couch.

“So when are Pisces, Taurus and Cancer getting here?” Aquarius asks. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot they were coming.” Libra says, sitting across from Aquarius, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

“No no no. Feet off the table.” Gemini scolds, taking sitting down next to Aquarius. Libra groans.

“Sorry dad.” Libra says. Gemini shakes his head. 

“I just don’t want you to ruin the wood finish.” Gemini replies.

“Who gives a flying f***?” Libra yells.

“SHHHHH! The neighbors will hear!” Gemini scolds.

“Really? Will you get in trouble?” Libra asks. Gemini nods.

“well in that case, “F*** B**** S*** F****** A*** MOTHERF****” Libra screams

“SHUT UP” Gemini yells, as the door bell rings.

“I’ll get it! its better then being stuck between you two weirdos” Aquarius says, exasperated. Aquarius opens the door, revealing Cancer, Pisces, and Taurus.

“Hey guys! Gem, Libro, They’re here!” She calls. 

“F***” Libra screams in the background, followed by Gemini’s angry voice. 

“They’re busy.” Aquarius says with a laugh. Taurus laughs.

“You guys are like brothers and sister, you guys are so close.” Taurus says, the smile on Aquarius’s face falters. 

“Brother and sister. yeah” she says, looking down.

“Hey, what wrong?” Cancer says, noticing Aquarius’ sudden change in demeanor. Aquarius smiles quickly. 

“Nothing, i’m fine!” she says quickly. Cancer looks at her suspiciously.

“Come in.” Aquarius says, stepping into the house, holding the door open for the other three. they walk into the living room, where Gemini has Libra in a choke hold. But when everyone walks in, Gemini releases Libra, letting him fall to the ground and gasp for air.

“Hello!” Gemini says happily, ignoring the almost dead Libra.

“He-ll-o” Libra wheezes, hugging his chest dramatically. Gemini rolls his eyes at Libra. Taurus and Cancer look around awkwardly, while Pisces looks at the couch, while quacking occasionally. 

“So what do you want to do?” Aquarius asks, trying to break the awkward silence. Pisces’s stomach rumbles loudly. 

“Pizza.” She mumbles. Taurus nods.

“Pizza sounds really good right now.” Taurus comments. 

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Scorpio looks out her window, seeing a pizza delivery guy bringing pizza to Gemini’s house. she groans, and collapses into her chair.

“What is it the time?” Capricorn says, filing her nails.

Gemini is throwing a party, they just got pizza. I want pizza.” Scorpio complains. Capricorn drops her file.

Gemini?” she says.

Scorpio nods. “That’s what i said.”

Virgo! Leo! Sagittarius! Aries! Get in here! We are going to a party!” Capricorn says with a smirk.

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“This pizza is good.” Libra moans. Gemini laughs. 

“Yeah, and it’s cheap too.” Gemini says, as someone knocks on the door. Gemini stands up,

“Who could that be?” he wonders aloud. He opens the door, revealing Sagittarius.

“Hey Gemini, I brought back the pencil i borrowed from you.”  

“I never gave you a-”

“Ohhh is that a party?” Sagittarius exclaims, whipping out his phone. 

“Hey Capricorn! Yeah, come to Gemini’s, there’s a party!” he says

“Uh no, you weren’t-” Gemini begins,

“yeah, tell them too!” Sagittarius says happily, hanging the phone up. 

“They’re on their way!” Sagittarius says, walking in to the house.

“Come in?” Gemini says, annoyed.

He’s about to close the door, when Capricorn, Scorpio, Leo, Virgo and Aries walk through the door.

“Thanks for inviting us.” Aries mumbles, shoving Gemini, who rolls his eyes in return. 

Gemini walks into his living room to find his friends staring at Capricorn and her friends. Libra looks at Gemini

Gemini, a word?” he hisses. Gemini nods, and walks over to the 5, where they push him into a wall.  

“What are they doing here?” Aquarius hisses.

“I didn’t invite them! they invited themselves in!” Gemini defends

“Well they are here now, so we have to deal with it.” Libra groans.

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The silence was killing Aquarius, everyone was just staring at the ground awkwardly, the only noise was the occasional quack from Pisces.

“So you guys want to play a game?” she asks, trying to bring life back to the sleepover. Libra shrugs, 

“Why not?” Libra asks.

“How about truth or dare?” Scorpio suggests. 

“yeah!” Aries agrees. Gemini sighs,

“Anything to save this party.” he groans.

“So what are the rules?” Taurus asks.

“Well we can play strip truth or dare?” Capricorn suggests.

“That would be interesting…” Aries mumbles.

“What the hell. Lets do it.” Taurus says.

“Okay everyone get in a circle.” Virgo says. everyone sits in a circle.

“Okay, ill go first.” Virgo says, scanning the circle. Her eyes land on Cancer,

“Truth or dare Cancer?”

“Uhh Dare”

Cancer, I dare you too drink the juice from a pickle jar.” 

Cancer gulps. “I don’t want to strip, so, fine. Gemini, where is your fridge?” Gemini points to the kitchen.

“How much do i have to drink?” Cancer asks, wincing at the sight of the pickle juice. 

“Just take a sip.” Virgo says. Cancer winces again, and takes a sip. she stops mid gulp.

“This isn’t half bad!” she exclaims, proceeding to chug the rest of the liquid.

“EW” Pisces screams, while everyone else gags.

Cancer sits back down, licking her lips, “Okay, Virgo, Truth or Dare?”

“dare” Virgo replies while taking a selfie.

I dare you to turn your phone off for the rest of the game.” Cancer says. Virgo looks up from her phone with a frown. she slides her jacket off.

“No. Capricorn, Truth or Dare?”

“I choose Dare.” Capricorn says with a knowing smile. 

“I dare you to kiss Gemini.” Virgo says. 

Capricorn smiles. “Gladly.” Gemini’s eyes widen.

“NO! Why me!?” He shouts, as Capricorn walks towards him.

“Pucker up.” She says, pushing her lips against Gemini’s forcefully. Gemini tries to push her off, but Capricorn pushes him against couch, forcing him to be still.

Aquarius stares at Capricorn. She feels a anger building up in her, It was like a red hot lump forming her throat. She clenched her fists, trying to hold her anger in, but it’s too late.

“YO B***** GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY MAN!” Aquarius screams.

Aquarius’s eyes widen. Everyone stares at her, their mouth open. The secret was out. Aquarius likes Gemini.

“GODD***IT!” Sagittarius screams.

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Okay. so this isn’t my best work, i don’t feel too well, but hopefully it isn’t bad. but it is the first part of the sleepover saga. If you are one of the following signs, please note that the next part will feature more of your sign than in this one.

Aries, Taurus, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Pisces.


Thank you for reading.

SlayZodiac copied this story. This is the original.