Scar Face Marston

Sure! Here is one of the few other examples I have of me writing Sadie, (Some are NSFW)if you're interested. I don't receive requests for her often, so I'm hoping I did okay.

You're aware that Jake will always be Sadie's number 1 love in her life, but as long as you can accept that, you're already on the road to a healthy relationship.

You approached her as a friend first. Not as someone to coddle or look at her with pity, and Sadie appreciated that immensely. Sometimes, the two of you would sit silently, listen to the birds sing, or enjoy watching the streams nearby. This is something that the two of you would openly seek later on in the relationship - sometimes with better or worse results. The bogs of Lemoyne were not exactly date-worthy, but you enjoyed the flower fields, the rolling hills, and the mountainside. Sadie was always on the lookout for new locations to show you. It was always a great way to leave camp and spend some alone time.

Sadie actually likes mystery novels and has a bad habit of trying to guess the ending the entire time, or worse, she'll sneak a peak at the end of the book and smile smugly as you were surprised by every twist in the book.

She would NEVER admit it, but she enjoys the occasional romance novel. She never considered herself a romantic person, and she never will. Still, she would be lying to herself if some books didn't remind her of her relationship with Jake…………or the occasional Sapphic "friend" novel reminding her of you. She may or may not borrowed an idea or two from the books to try out on you. Think Cassandra from Dragon Age.

She loves jerky of any type. She used to dry and cure the meat, testing out various mixtures with the different animals that were hunted. She'll buy as much as possible, but it still pales compared to the jerky she's made. She does not understand why people don't appreciate jerky more. It is certainly not a boring food. Modern Au Sadie has a hatred for Whole Foods, but especially finds their jerky selection pretentious.

She's not a particularly religious woman, but she has prayed before for your safety when she felt like there was nothing else that could be done. She hated the helplessness, and at least praying was something, even if it wasn't necessarily meaningful to her.

Favorite fruit is blueberries. She's always loved popping them in her mouth in between picking them from the bushes. Jake used to bake pies with them. She'd be overjoyed if you baked for the two of you………….but she can try if you ask nicely enough.

Loves her harmonica. She is constantly asked to play "Clementine". Usually, it's Jack that asks for it, but she'll play for you……..but prefers you pick a different song.

She will come up with any excuse for you to share her horse. "Your horse looks tired," "You look tired," "My horse is already tacked," "Bob is faster,." "Bob spooks less."

Has a weakness for hats. She is very economical, but if she sees a good hat, she won't hesitate to loot it and dust it off. She has at least four different hats…..so far. It makes it easy for you to pick out a gift for her.

MINOR SPOILERS FOR END GAME Here are my original! Feel free to request more!

*She loves the tango. "Did you expect her to say ballet? Nyet! Do not stereotype me!". She usually takes the lead, but is incredibly impressed and bashful if you lead, especially if you can dip her. (or attempt to)

*She prefers tea to coffee! She really loves black or blueberry tea, but she will drink coffee sometimes. It's usually something sugary, but no one is supposed to know that. 

*Loves to paint her nails, usually grey, blue, or black, but she wants to branch out! She's just a little shy about going past her normal color scheme, but she's so beautiful; she'd look wonderful in any color.

*Yes, her hair is a natural color, but she added the blue herself. Like above, she's not used to change, but she's thought about pink in her hair. 

*She wouldn't mind trying a skill like welding, or something she can do with her hands and strength, but also requires the mind. 

*She is superstitious, so things like knocking on wood are important to her. She gets worried about jinxing things.

*Her love language is acts of service, followed closely by words of affirmation. She gets flustered by words easily, but that doesn't mean it's her love language. Acts of service will always shock her, though. She's used to working so hard; someone turning around and doing something for her is a welcome surprise every time.

*Her favorite holiday is a tie between Christmas and Halloween. She loves it when the desk is decorated with cute decorations, and later on, you let her pick out some of her own ornaments. She would love a snow globe.

*Would personally prefer to visit Bev than go to the Breaker Box. She's fine with going to the Breaker Box sometimes, but she prefers Bev's place because it is quiet, cozy, and friendly. The Breaker Box can be too dramatic for her if someone like Jean Loo gets rowdy. She'll feel like she'll be expected to help fix it. (This is just in her head - but her help would likely be appreciated.) She also doesn't like the chaos of the other patrons or put up with the booing of acts like Johnny Splash.  She just wants something lowkey. (Although she does find Amir's skills to be kick ass.)

*(realized) Part of her likes the idea of traveling the world, but at the moment, she'd rather you all stay together. However, she'd like to travel a little before attempting to travel farther away. *(realized) She'd be a great mother, but the thought of having her own child never really hit her. If you're up to it, she's willing to try parenting.

*Both realized or not:  Your anniversary is incredibly important to her. She will write a love note, give you a gift, and make a playlist of your time together. She will be very upset if you forget it, more than many other datables.

we called them musk-ox because we thought they must be some kind of cow thing, but they are actually a goat thing; this is to a normal wild goat what a woolly mammoth is to a normal elephant, only these things survived.

and i absolutely cannot help myself because of the tizzy my brain goes into over the twin facts of

1: ice-age megafauna that is still alive! and

2: EIGHT HUNDRED POUND GOAT

you can see the goatishness a little more in their babies

i just, i am crazy over the fact that these guys are still alive on our planet

Can I get a FATWS era Bucky x Gender Neutral/Nonbinary Reader where they're in the bath? Nothing smutty just Bucky, in the tub, getting his hair and body washed by the person he loves, who's giving him little kisses as they clean him up. Then maybe once he's all cleaned up maybe they go lay down in bed and cuddle, with Reader playing with his hair until Bucky falls asleep?

Thank you! 💜

I hope you like it!

You knew the moment you saw Bucky lumber into the threshold, locking the door behind him that it had been a doozy of a day. It was now 8:00 pm.  You knew better than to ask what happened. It was often Avenger's business that the two of you agreed shouldn't be discussed. It made you worry and wonder, but sometimes, knowing was worse. You knew he struggled enough without you smothering him, but he knew you loved him, and that's what mattered.

Bucky's shoulders slumped as he dropped his bag half haphazardly on the floor before plopping down on the couch with a sigh. You shook your head as you eyed the bruises forming on his cheek and neck, and you knew there were plenty more that you couldn't see. 

You slowly approached him, running a light hand through his hair, and kissing his forehead. He turned to you with a tired smile as he pressed your lips to yours. You pulled away, gently pressing a hand to his chest.

"Come on, let's get you a bath. You'll feel much better. We can get your favorite takeout tonight," you promised as you led him into the bathroom, Bucky reluctantly following. 

You turned the taps on to a steaming hot temperature—hotter than you liked, but something Bucky adored. You chalk that up to him being in Cyro for so long and craving that warmth. You poured some Epsom salts and lavender oil into the bath. 

Bucky couldn't help but grin. Some insecure people might have called it feminine, but what did either of you care? It smelled and felt great, and that's what mattered. You appreciated Bucky's shift to a more gender-neutral mindset, as he also supported your identity as a gender-neutral person. It was something that surprised you from the over 100-year-old man.

"Clothes off, sweetheart. I'll look away" you promised as you heard the drop of his shoes, the clink of his belt, and the rustle of clothing drop to the ground. Usually, the sight and the sounds of his undressing filled you with excitement, but it wasn't about you. Not now. It was all him.

You heard Bucky sigh as he sank into the water. You turned to see he had closed his eyes. You shook your head fondly, opening the shampoo bottle. "I'm going to wash your hair now." You explained. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm more than capable, darlin'."

"I know, but sometimes, having someone else take care of it for you is nice. " You countered.

He quit his grumblings as soon as your fingers began to work their magic, causing him to sink lower into the water with a moan. You leaned over and kissed his temple, causing him to crinkle his nose. 

Bucky opened an eye, cupping your cheek, leaning to press another kiss upon your lips…and another, this time deeper. You had to stop yourself from slipping into the water as he deepened it, a low rumble coming from his chest. You pulled away with a laugh.

"No, not right now. I gotta rinse your hair out!" you said, gently slapping his human arm. Bucky pouted as you took a washcloth, wetting it into the water and squirting his body wash onto the rag. 

You inhaled, taking in his scent—woodsy with an almost mint note—something uniquely him.

You began with his neck, allowing the hot water to run down, before moving to his arms, careful of his scarred shoulder. You peppered small kisses along his neck and leaving a few for his shouler.

You grinned as you reached his toned chest, soapy hands using the cloth to massage the muscle. You looked over to see Bucky grinning at you cheekily.

"Like what you see, gorgeous?" he said with a wink.

"More than you know, " you muttered as you kissed him tenderly. The cloth reached his stomach, and Bucky's breath hitched.

He gave you a pleading look as your hands reached further.

"Maybe later, handsome." You grinned as you ghosted your hands over his thighs.

"Well that's just cruel!" He said with a groan. You knew if you teased him any further where this would lead. The two of you would have your fun…..after he ate and rested.

You cupped the water into your hands, rinsing Bucky off. 

"What service". He muttered. 

You were pleasantly surprised to see him in a lighter mood than you thought he would be in. A bath really could do wonders. 

You gave his cheek a kiss, standing up.

"I'll order our food now. You just relax," you said, running a hand through his hair.

He grabbed your hand before you could leave.

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