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For your moden hc/requests for Nikolai;

- He’s probably on the hockey team, the most wild sport he could pick

- He does sailing as well

- Usually walks around in sweatpants and a loose sweater but god damn does he dress up well in a suit 🫠

- Also, he’s got a dog. Probably a mix between golden retriever and a border collie because that just Nikolai in a dog isn’t it

hey love!

do you have any specifics/details you want? like a college au? or something else? or should I run wild with this?

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for your modern Nikolai request:

figure skater reader x hockey team captain Nikolai :)

🎄🎄🎄

noted!

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Masterlist

Nikolai Lantsov

Theodore Nott

Hetalia

Dcu

Bucky Barnes

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Bucky Barnes:

Frailty and Strength

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# HOW BATBOYS REACT TO YOU WEARING THEY'RE COLOR ── .✦ ( eg. nails, clothes, anything ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ )

a/n: so I first did a small idea of this (here) and then I thought why not do it based off this anon (here) so yeahh, anyways I kinda fell so off course like genuinely I need to make more batboys content, tags: (batboys x reader)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Dick notices instantly. He’s hyper-aware of the blue.

“Wait, are those nails painted Nightwing blue? Babe, did you do that for me?” Cue the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

Compliments you non-stop. He’s not subtle about how much he loves it.

“You’re really pulling off my color, you know. Almost makes me think you’re trying to steal my spotlight.”

Gets extra touchy holding your hand, brushing your hair back, etc. “You’re so cute I can’t even deal right now.”, “It’s just blue and black colored nails dick.”

If it’s a clothing piece, he’ll joke, “Matching outfits for day? Say the word, and we’ll be Gotham’s most fashionable duo.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Jason notices but plays it cool at first. “Nice color choice,” he says casually, though he’s dying and resurrecting inside.

If it’s your nails “You’re carrying my whole brand on those hands. Should I start paying you royalties?”

If it’s clothing, “Careful, babe, wearing red this well might make you a target and you might be mistaken for me.” But his smirk shows he’s all for it.

Low-key proud you’re repping his colors but doesn’t know how to express it well. Might just stare a little longer than usual.

Ends up pulling you closer while murmuring, “You look good in my color. Too good.”

Secretly starts thinking of ways to return the gesture, like wearing something in your favorite color. (He’s hoping it’s not absurd neon colors😭)

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Blushes immediately. He’s not even subtle about it. “Wait… is that red because of… me?”

Obsesses over the details. “Did you match your nails to the exact shade of my suit? That’s, like, the coolest thing ever.”

Super flustered but also unbelievably touched. “I didn’t know you liked my colors that much.”

If it’s a clothing item, he’d be stunned for a moment before saying, “You look so… wow. You’re killing it.”

Gets a little shy but can’t stop glancing at you all day. Ends up fiddling with your hand if it’s your nails.

Might text you later "Thanks for making my day with that. You didn’t have to, but I really, really loved it.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Notices instantly but acts unimpressed. “Hmph. So you’re inspired by me today?”

Low-key thrilled but refuses to let you know. If it’s your nails, he might sarcastically say, “Subtle.” But he’s secretly staring.

If it’s clothing, “Green suits you. Perhaps you should wear it more often.” It’s his way of saying you look amazing.

After some time, he’ll let his walls down. “It’s not awful… You look better in my colors than I do.”

Will absolutely brag to Alfred or the others about it later. “Clearly, they understand quality when they see it.”

Ends up gifting you something else in his colors—maybe a scarf or bracelet—just to see you wear it again.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Bruce notices immediately but doesn’t say much at first. He’ll just give you that classic Bruce Wayne smirk.

If it’s clothing, he’ll subtly comment, “You look good in black. Suits you.” (High praise from him)

If it’s nails, he’ll gently take your hand and examine them. “Interesting choice. Are you sending a message, or…?”

Deep down, he’s really touched but doesn’t know how to express it. Might make a dry joke like, “So you’re my sidekick now?”

Later, when you’re alone, he’d admit, “It’s nice seeing you in something that reminds me of… us.”

Low-key loves the idea of you wearing his colors often. He’d never say it outright, but his actions like buying you more black and yellow pieces make it clear (to a point half your dresses were either black or yellow even you’re gold jewelry has yellow hints and accents😭😭)

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HOW BATBOYS COMFORT INSECURE READER ── .✦

a/n: I celebrated my birthday and i had a fun time and tysm to all the people who wished me a hppay birthday (a lot tbh I was shocked and so happy) but this was a request by @cup-of-doodles !! so yeah (enjoyy)

(Tags: batboys x insecure!reader)

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Compliments for Days: Dick would not hold back. “You think I look good? Sweetheart, you’re the real catch here.” He’d follow up with a series of exaggerated compliments, like, “If beauty were a crime, you’d be serving a life sentence.” And then yk he’ll be like your hype man of like this tiktok audio (here).

Goofy Distraction: To lighten the mood, Dick would do something ridiculously goofy, like pretending to be a terrible dancer and saying, “See, you’re already doing better than me.” He’d shimmy awkwardly across the room just to make you laugh but if you cry even more he might feel guilty.

Overprotective Vibe: He’d pull you into a hug, ruffling your hair. “You’re perfect the way you are, and if anyone says otherwise, I’ll literally punch them in the face. Just give me the word.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Grumpy Compliment: He’d cross his arms and look you up and down, pretending to be unimpressed. “You’re lucky I love you, because damn, you’re fine as hell, and I can’t even look at you without getting distracted. It’s annoying.”

Jokes to Distract You: Jason would then casually add, “But if you keep saying you’re not perfect, I’m gonna start charging you for all these therapy sessions I’m giving you.” His face might be all grumpy, but the look in his eyes is soft, reassuring you.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Logical Support: Tim would approach it in his usual, logical way. “Okay, so you feel insecure about that? Let’s talk it through. Statistically speaking, you’re practically flawless, the ratio between your lips and eyes are perfect with your nose calculating right in the perfect spot.” He’d likely pull out a notebook, listing all the reasons you're amazing, with a dry, humorous commentary.

Techy Distraction: To cheer you up, Tim would start showing you funny memes or videos he’s saved. “See? This is how you should feel—unbothered and hilarious.” He’d give you his best attempt at a cute smile, which might look a bit awkward, but he means it.

Self-Deprecating Humor: He’d then add, “And if you still don’t believe me, let me know. I can hack into the Batcomputer and get a list of all the things you’re absolutely amazing at.” He’d wink, though you know he’s completely serious.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Confused, but Caring: Damian would be initially confused by your insecurity. “What is this nonsense? You’re perfect.” He’d cross his arms, giving you a disapproving look. “You don’t need to change a single thing. If you insist on thinking otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to lecture you on your obvious superiority.”

Unintentionally Hilarious Comfort: In his usual serious tone, he’d continue, “Whoever made you feel insecure is an idiot, and I will make them regret it. Though, I’ll do it in a proper way, without any unnecessary violence—unless it’s truly necessary.”

Small Gesture: Despite his serious demeanor, he’d take your hand, pulling you closer with a soft, “You are the best thing in my life, and I will ensure you never forget that again.” (Then he’d mutter under his breath, “And if you need more reassurance, I’ll just have Alfred tell you how amazing you are again.”)

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Stern, But Loving: Bruce would give you a soft, stern look, his voice gentle but firm. “You don’t get to think that way, not about yourself. Not ever.”

Overprotective Vibe: He’d pull you into a hug, patting your head like he’s telling you a secret. “If I’m going to let anyone be insecure, it sure as hell won’t be you.” His touch would be gentle, that way he makes sure you feel seen and heard.

Dry Humor: He’d add, “Now stop trying to make me talk more than I need to. But if it makes you feel better, I’m always here to remind you how amazing you are, even if I have to do it in my very limited free time.”

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Jealous Dick Grayson x reader, where reader is popular among guys and tends to get love letters and confessions along with boys flirting with her

Jealous! Richard Grayson x Reader

Jealous! Richard Grayson who constantly notices when other guys are giving you extra attention, whether it's in person or online. He'll try to play it cool at first, but you can see his jaw tighten whenever someone flirts with you, even if they don't mean it seriously. He might even make an offhand comment like, "Some guys really have no boundaries, huh?"

Jealous! Richard Grayson who doesn't care if you're just being friendly with someone—if a guy compliments you, he's already thinking about ways to subtly remind them that you're taken. He’ll go out of his way to walk you to class, making sure everyone knows you’re with him. He’s not afraid to "accidentally" bump into someone who's getting too close to you.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who gets super quiet whenever you mention receiving a love letter or a confession. He’ll pretend it doesn’t bother him, but the way his hand clenches into a fist betrays his feelings. You’ll catch him staring at the letter with a look of frustration, like he's ready to track down the guy who sent it.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who becomes hyper-aware of every little thing when you're around other guys, his eyes tracking every move. He’ll hover a bit too close when you're talking to someone and casually throw an arm around your shoulders. His protective instincts come out, and he just wants to remind everyone that you're his.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who tries his hardest to make sure you feel appreciated and special—because he's not going to let any guy steal your attention. He’s always the first one to plan surprise dates or little thoughtful gestures. It’s his way of making sure you know he values you, especially when he sees other guys doing the same.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who will straight-up glare at any guy who tries to hand you something—a love letter, a bouquet, anything—without even trying to hide it. He’ll offer a tight-lipped smile before ushering you away, keeping you close to him as if to say, "You're mine."

Jealous! Richard Grayson who acts like he’s okay when a guy confesses their feelings for you, but his eyes will narrow and you can feel the tension in the air. When the guy leaves, Richard will lean in close and quietly say, “You know I don’t like when people think they can just claim you like that, right?”

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, when someone sends you a flirty text or message, will just casually swipe your phone away before you even have a chance to respond. He doesn’t mind being playful about it, but deep down, he’s a little annoyed that someone thinks they can get your attention like that.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who might seem like the calm, cool guy everyone loves, but when it comes to you, he’s more like a fierce protector. If he even thinks someone’s crossing a line with you, he’s quick to step in. He’ll calmly remind them that they’re crossing into dangerous territory.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, after a guy compliments your appearance or says something nice, will immediately take your hand and guide you away. Once you're out of earshot, he’ll casually say, “You don’t need them to tell you how amazing you are, I’ve got that covered.”

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, when a guy tries to confess their feelings for you, might smile and nod politely, but his body language will immediately shift. You’ll catch him standing a little straighter, his posture becoming more rigid as if silently claiming his territory.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, after receiving a particularly romantic confession directed at you, might joke, “I guess some people don’t know when to take the hint.” He tries to make light of it, but you can tell by his expression he’s a little more upset than he’s letting on.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, when he sees another guy trying to buy you a gift or treat you in any special way, will jump at the chance to one-up them with something even more thoughtful. It’s not about the gift, but about showing that you're his and no one else can outdo him.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, if he catches someone giving you too much attention, will insist on being extra affectionate in front of them. He’ll wrap his arm around your waist, kiss the top of your head, and make sure everyone knows that you're taken.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, despite his usual confidence, might get insecure when you talk about receiving a lot of attention from others. He’ll try not to show it, but you’ll notice how his gaze becomes distant, as if he's comparing himself to all the other guys vying for your affection.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, when a love letter is slipped into your gym locker, will act as though it’s not a big deal—until he reads it. Afterward, he’ll give you a pointed look and say, “We need to have a little chat about boundaries and respect.”

Jealous! Richard Grayson who will give a teasing, yet protective grin when someone tries to flirt with you in front of him. He’ll place a hand on your shoulder or back, claiming you as his without saying a word. His eyes will make it clear that you belong to him.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, if you tell him you got another confession, might hide his frustration by pretending it doesn't bother him. But later, he'll make sure to show you how much he values you by planning a grand gesture that only you would appreciate.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who will joke about how many love letters you get, but deep down, he’s keeping track of every single one. Whenever someone else confesses their feelings, he’ll say, “You know, I’m pretty sure you’ve got a whole fan club at this point.”

Jealous! Richard Grayson who might act overly protective when you're just talking to a guy—like standing too close to you or being a little more possessive than usual. If someone makes you uncomfortable, he’ll be the first to step in and defend you, even if it’s subtle.

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Wanted

Bucky x Y/N

Y/N takes care of Bucky in a way that makes him feel a different kind of “wanted” than he’s used to….

Requests Open!

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff.

The front door creaked open, the faint jingle of Bucky’s keys cutting through the quiet of the apartment. You glanced over your shoulder from where you stood in the kitchen, a wooden spoon in hand, stirring the bubbling pot of tomato sauce. The scent of garlic, oregano, and freshly baked bread filled the air—a warm welcome compared to the chill that seemed to cling to him as he walked in.

“There’s my handsome man,” you greeted with a smile, setting the spoon down and wiping your hands on the dish towel slung over your shoulder.

Bucky stepped inside, his movements slower than usual, his posture slightly slouched. He let the door close behind him with a soft thud, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the hook by the door. His lips curved into a small smile at your words, though the edges of it seemed weighed down by something unseen.

“Hey, Doll,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

The sound tugged at your heart. You left the kitchen and crossed the room to meet him, your bare feet padding softly against the floor. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He stiffened slightly at first, as he always did, before his body relaxed into yours. His vibranium hand hesitated at your back before settling gently there, his flesh hand curling around your waist.

“Rough day?” you asked, your cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

Bucky hummed in response, his chin resting lightly atop your head. “You could say that.”

You pulled back just enough to tilt your head up and meet his eyes. There was a storm behind the blue—a weight he wasn’t ready to put into words yet. Cupping his face, your thumbs brushed along the faint stubble on his jaw. “Good thing you’re home now,” you said softly. “I’ve got lasagna in the oven and a bottle of wine breathing.”

His brows lifted slightly in surprise. “Lasagna?”

“Homemade,” you added with a wink. “With extra cheese, just how you like it.”

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You didn’t have to do all that, Kitten.”

“I wanted to,” you replied, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his jaw. “You deserve to be spoiled sometimes, you know.”

His smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “I’m not sure about that,” he muttered under his breath, but you didn’t let it slide.

“Hey,” you said, your voice firm but kind. “Go change into something comfortable, and let me take care of you tonight. Dinner will be ready in twenty.”

For a moment, it looked like he might argue, but instead, he gave a small nod. “Alright, Doll.”

When Bucky reappeared a while later, he was dressed in his usual gray sweatpants and a worn hoodie that you secretly loved on him. He lingered in the kitchen doorway, watching as you set the table with mismatched plates and lit a single candle in the center. The warm glow of the flame bathed the room in a soft light, making the space feel even cozier.

“Smells amazing, Darling,” he said, his voice softer now.

You turned to him with a smile. “Wait until you taste it.”

Dinner was a quiet, intimate affair. The lasagna was rich and cheesy, paired perfectly with the glass of red wine you poured for each of you. Bucky’s shoulders began to relax with every bite, the tension in his jaw easing as you filled the silence with lighthearted stories and little quips.

“Okay, but you have to admit, I’d make a terrible spy,” you teased, twirling your fork in the air.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. “You? A terrible spy? Never.”

“I’d trip over something or accidentally blurt out classified information within the first five minutes,” you laughed, your eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Maybe,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “But you’d charm your way out of it. No one could say no to you, Kitten.”

His words made your cheeks flush, and you reached across the table to playfully swat at his arm.

After dinner, as you cleared the plates, Bucky stood and began to gather the glasses. “You cooked. I’ll do the dishes,” he said, his tone leaving little room for argument.

You placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. “Not tonight, Bucky. You’ve had a long day. Go sit down—I’ll take care of it.”

“But—”

“Ah, no buts,” you interrupted, giving him a mock-stern look. “Go. Couch. Now.”

He hesitated, his blue eyes searching yours for a moment before he relented with a small sigh. “You’re too good to me, Doll,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple before retreating to the living room.

By the time you joined him on the couch, the dishes done and the kitchen cleaned, Bucky had already queued up one of your favorite movies. He lifted the blanket draped over him, inviting you to curl up at his side. You didn’t hesitate, snuggling into him as his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

For a while, you sat in comfortable silence, the movie playing softly in the background. Your fingers traced idle patterns on his chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing lulling you into a sense of peace.

“You’re always taking care of me,” he said suddenly, his voice thoughtful.

You tilted your head to look up at him. “Of course I am. That’s what you do when you love someone.”

His gaze softened, the vulnerability in his expression making your heart ache. “I’m just not used to it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” you said gently, your fingers brushing a strand of hair from his face. “But you deserve it, Bucky. You deserve to be loved and cared for. And I’ll remind you every day if I have to.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he processed your words. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Kitten,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“You just have to be you,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him softly. “That’s more than enough for me.”

His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your hair. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice muffled but full of gratitude.

You smiled softly, your fingers instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair. The strands were soft beneath your touch, and you gently combed through them, your nails grazing his scalp with deliberate tenderness. He melted into you almost immediately, his breath hitching for a brief moment before it steadied, slow and content.

“You know,” you began, your voice low and soothing, “you’ve got the kind of hair people would pay good money to have.”

Bucky chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your chest. “Doll, you’re ridiculous.”

“No, I’m serious,” you teased, continuing to card your fingers through his hair. “It’s thick, soft, and so perfect. I could play with it all day.”

His only response was a quiet hum, his body relaxing further against yours. His head rested more heavily in the crook of your neck, his vibranium hand curling around your side as if grounding himself in your presence.

The way his eyes fluttered shut, the tension slowly melting from his features, made your heart swell. It wasn’t often that he let himself feel this kind of ease, this kind of safety.

“You’re really good at this,” he murmured, his voice drowsy, like the gentle rhythm of your touch was lulling him to a place he rarely allowed himself to go.

“At what?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to press a kiss to his temple.

“Making me feel…” He paused, the words caught in his throat, as if they were unfamiliar or too heavy to say aloud. Finally, he whispered, “Wanted.”

Your chest ached at his admission, and you tightened your hold on him, your fingers still gently weaving through his hair. “Oh, Bucky,” you said softly, your lips brushing against his skin. “You’re so much more than wanted. You’re cherished. Adored. You’re my whole world.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond, his breath warm against your neck. But then he shifted slightly, lifting his head just enough to look at you. His blue eyes, soft and glassy, met yours, and you could see the gratitude and wonder swimming in their depths.

“You’re too good to me, Kitten,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“Never,” you countered, smiling as you traced a thumb over his cheekbone. “You just have to get used to being loved, Bucky. Because I plan on doing it for the rest of my life.”

His lips twitched into a small, almost shy smile before he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and tender, filled with every unspoken word he couldn’t yet find the courage to say.

As the night wore on, the two of you stayed curled up together, the movie long forgotten. For Bucky, letting down his walls wasn’t easy, but with you by his side, he knew he could learn.

And for now, that was enough.

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does anyone have any headcanon requests for/with modern nikolai??

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Frailty.

Frailty and strength.

Your frailty and his strength.

Had he ever been this aware of them?

Had he ever been this aware of how easily he could kill you?

Bucky refuses to meet your eyes; the sound of your gasp echoes in his ears and a fresh wave of disgust rolls over him.

You were standing in front of him, scrolling through your phone to show him something you'd thought he'd like and he wants to throw up.

Bucky had been having nightmares as of late and their repetitive nature was of no comfort.

They'd start off sweet enough; always with you turning back towards him to beckon him. you'd reach out for him, his name on your lips and then he'd crush your throat.

He'd reach out for you with his vibranium arm and choke you. You'd gasp and sob and choke on your own saliva; all your effort futile against his grip and he'd wake up the moment he saw your eyes roll back in your head.

Bucky was no stranger to nightmares but he was a stranger to this dream's repetitive nature.

Who knew why his subconscious had decided to torture him!?

"Bucky? Bucky, look" you quickly bring your phone in front of him and he quickly forces a chuckle at the video you were showing him.

Was it a 'toktik'?

He wasn't paying attention.

The two of you were standing in the kitchen; hovering over the ingredients for sugar cookies and Bucky was trying to push the images of you out of his head.

His arm and mind were completely in his control.

He knew as much but he couldn't help feeling scared for you.

What if he reached out to touch you and crushed you? What of he forgot to temper his strength?

Your throat.

Your shoulders.

Your ribs

Your skull.

Your spine.

Were you aware of how frail they all were?

Were you aware of the things he could be made to do?

Did you trust him?

Or were you waiting till you found a reason good enough?

Did you like him? As a person?

Did you believe him capable of kindness?

Or were you waiting for something ugly to show up?

Were you with him of your own will?

Why?

He's not a man of philosophy and even less a man of courage.

He decides to stick with you till you decide to kick him away.

With that decided and sugar cookies that needed making, the two of you get to work.

You don't miss how absent minded he is, nor do you get mad when you have to repeat yourself during the cookie making process but you do worry.

You knew Bucky had been having nightmares.

You often found him sitting on the sofa -staring at the wall with a scowl to slaughter millions - in the middle of the night. The more it happened, the more you worried.

The more you worried, the more you felt helpless and he was so quick to flinch when you brought it up.

It all came to a headway when he woke up with a gasp and tears pooling in his eyes and running down his temples.

"Doll?"

The light switched on.

"Bucky?"

"Doll"

He turned to look at you.

His eyes took you in - from your head to your stomach. You were fine.

You were wrapped in blankets and groggy with sleep.

You were fine.

"I'm sorry"

"Wha- Bucky, what happened?"

You get no response.

Bucky presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, muttering apologies over and over as he chokes on his sobs.

He hears your footsteps walk out of the room.

Were you done with him?

He was sure you were.

He was so, so sorry for ruining your night.

You walk back in with a glass of water in your hands.

he sits up to take it from you and finishes it off with a few large gulps.

He puts the glass away and refuses to meet your eyes.

You'd noticed that he'd refused to meet your gaze for a while now and while you understood the need for, tonight you were out of patience.

You kneel by him and duck your head to catch his eye.

"Bucky-"

He flinches and closes his eyes.

You lay a hand to his knee instead of holding his shivering frame.

"You have to talk about this"

He says nothing.

"Is it me?"

He says nothing.

" Am I the problem?"

He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes.

You feel a lot like you'd just gasped in a breath after being held under water.

His baby blue's were still teary.

"No, no, no, no ,no ,no, no, not at all."

"The why won't you talk to me? You don't even look at me! What is it? What's eating away at you?"

Eating at him?

That was the perfect phrase for this, wasn't it?

Hi nightmares were eating away at him and he didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry"

"What for?"

"I hurt you"

At that, a watery giggle escapes you.

"Bucky Barnes, you did nothing. I'm right here."

"I - I did"

"In your dreams?"

He nods " I did"

"I'm sorry"

His eyes snap to yours.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to do or what to say. I'm sorry you're so troubled"

"I'm sorry too. I don't even know how to use an atm machine"

You giggle at the terrible joke.

"Will you talk about it?"

"To the therapist? I will"

"Okay"

"Okay"

He sucks in a breath through his teeth and says "Don't ask. About the nightmare. Don't ask"

"Okay"

You shuffle to get up and he flinches

"Are you leaving?"

"No. But I don't think either of us is gonna sleep"

He rubs at his drying tears. " No. No one's sleeping."

"You wanna make cookies?"

"Okay"

You stand beside him in the kitchen as the two of you tackle a fresh batch of cookies and while he can still hear you choking, he can also hear you humming under your breath.

It loosens the cool knot in his stomach and a thought niggles it's way to the front of his mind.

Maybe you weren't leaving or waiting to leave.

Maybe you were willing to stay.

He's not the man to philosophise over the 'if's' and 'but's' of your affection but, maybe, if you were willing to stay up and distract him from his nightmares, then maybe you were someone who wanted to stay with him.

He marvels over the possibility and works with you.

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Jason grunts.

"Sorry, sorry.." you mumble. You're on your knees, unstrapping Jason off his leather and armor as you try to get at the wound on his thigh.

He sits with his legs spread open and his head thrown back, waiting for another slice of pain as you work. His palms are sweaty and he knows he's going to get shivers soon.

For now, he only flinches as you work; trying to hold back more sounds to keep you from panicking.

You carefully pull out whatever shrapnel he'd got stuck in there and though you can't see his face, you know he's in terrible pain. Thighs were such a delicate body part and thinking of him limping his way through work fills you with dread.

"I'm done. You need bandages" you say as you walk away from him. Your words are clean of any sadness, trembling, shivers, tears but he can hear the underlying panic in your calm.

He wants to cradle you in his arms and soothe your worries but he can't get up, nor can he pull you onto his lap. He settles for taking off the rest of his clothes and finds himself shivering at a completely new kind of vulnerability.

Had he bared his body to anyone before this? And in such a vulnerable state?

You come back with the bandages and are quickly on your knees again.

Jason wonders at why he's so weirded out as you work on him.

The realisation is a slap across his face.

You were on your knees.

Tending to him.

The situation looked an awful lot like a devotee with an object they admired!

You looked like you were devoted to him!

Guilt suffuses him as he takes in this new milestone in your relationship. He never did think twice before showing up to you...

You finish your work and lay your head against his knee.

"Jason"

He runs his hands through your hair.

"Yes?"

"Nothing"

"Okay"

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Oliver loves children when they're smiling and happy. Unlike most adults, he has the energy to keep up with children but sometimes they don't see eye to eye and those sometimes cause huge problems.

You were a nursery teacher and loved children. It was evident in the way you worked and even in the way you talked about them when you were at home, with your boyfriend, Oliver. No matter how tired you were, your passion showed through and he loved your passion and your kindness.

He loved you.

So when you came home, only to break down into tears, he was ready to shed blood.

You'd cried and told him about work and although Oliver loved your kindness, he knew he could never be as kind as you.

He'd always known that he was cruel - he poisoned people he didn't like, after all but he hadn't ever known he could feel anger this deep or this cold. He didn't know because he had never cared about the struggles of other people.

This was another thing he loved about being with you; learning new things about himself.

So, naturally, being the caring boyfriend he is,  he set about to poisoning the cupcakes you were going to bring to school tomorrow.

He didn't poison them to kill the children but he did lace them strongly enough that they would be troubled for days. It would be a good lesson to the parents that had scolded you and made you cry.

It was an eye for an eye.

After all, why send your kids to school if you were to object against the teachers?

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You were just his type!

Absolutely perfect for him and he considered himself lucky to have found you.

You were so perfect! Letting him kiss you even as tears ran down your cheek.

So soft, so pliant... just a little timid for his taste but it's no fault of his!

He'd train you out of it... make you absolutely perfect!

You were his, after all and it was his duty to make sure you weren't scared of him, even when he had his knives in his hands...

And what better way to do that than knife play?

It was risky, but it was fun!

"Hush now, darling" he whispers as you whimper at the feeling of his knife against your skin.

"L-Luciano-" You sniffle his name, hoping he'd stop but he doesn't.

He drags his knife up your thigh and hip.

"please..."

"I know, love. I know"

You'd be fine in just a second..

Luciano was an expert with his knives and if he'd wanted to hurt you, he would've done so already..

Why didn't you trust him?

"It gets better, I promise"

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It was his birthday and you had no idea of what cake flavours he liked, so, like the smart cupcake you were, you got a box of cupcakes with each cupcake in a different flavor.

You didn't know what he'd be doing with his day but you knew you'd be on a date to celebrate his birthday. This meant that you had to get home early.

You get home early to find a surprise.

A box had been delivered to you with a note by Jason. It opened to a beautiful dress with matching accessories.

How thoughtful!

It was no secret that the two of you were of different social standings. For him to care and send you something meant that you'd be going someplace fancy...

A pang of insecurity goes through you...

Would your cupcakes be nice enough?

Wouldn't he be used to better and finer things by a michelin chef or someone equally fancy?

Was your effort pointless?

You shake your thoughts off and proceed to get ready.

This wasn't about you! It was about him!

You'd try your best to fit in with his crowd!

As your putting your shoes on, you hear the doorbell ring.

"Just a minute" you call out.

Opening the door, you find Jason waiting for you with a small bundle of flowers.

"These are for you" he says, holding them out to you.

the two of you walk back in as he focuses on breathing deeply. It was a reflex to time his breath in an effort to control his heartbeat. Only, this time, his life wasn't in danger.

He was just nervous.

You lead him into the kitchen where you pull out the box of cupcakes and let him pick his favourite flavor.

He picks the one he thinks looks the prettiest and you stick a candle and light it.

"Make a wish"

If Jason were a different kind of person; someone more expressive, he might've cried. But he wasn't.

So, he blows the candle out and splits the cupcake with you.

With a bit of frosting still on his mouth, he kisses you.

He kisses you with a mixture of guilt and gratitude, love and pain, anger and joy.

Kissing Jason was always an experience. He wasn't the most cuddly but even touch was laden with color and kissing him meant tasting a kaleidoscope on his tongue.

When the two of you part, you're out of breath and he's trying to hide a smile.

This was going to be a good birthday.

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He tries to be quiet as he shuts and locks the door with his one free hand; the other was holding a huge bouquet.

You'd gotten ill recently and had taken to spending most of your time in bed.

You'd gotten ill like this before so he's not too worried as he goes about buying groceries and flowers. He was sure he'd find you sleeping and he did.

He laid all the groceries away and arranged the bouquet in a vase in the kitchen and got ready to climb back into bed with you.

He'd been careful and quiet as he'd climbed into bed and snaked his arm around your waist but you stirred and turned towards him anyway.

"Toni?"

Would he allow anyone to be this close to you?

"Yes, my love"

"Did you head out?"

"I did. I bought us a big bouquet to spruce up the kitchen and I'll be making us food later"

You mumbled something he didn't catch and snuggled closer to him.

He held you closer and kissed your forehead as you slipped back into sleep

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You'd think he had grown tired of it by now, but he hadn't. He still loved celebrations and was quick to throw a party whenever it was needed. He'd thrown a fest for Halloween, Christmas, his birthday and now he was  throwing a celebration for your graduation.

Of course he'd attended the ceremony and beamed so brightly at the camera.Suffice to say, he was more excited than you were on your own graduation day but that's just who Alfred was; a golden retriever in human form.

He loved parties and he loved you, so why shouldn't he celebrate your milestone?

He'd decided on taking you for a picnic. You weren't so fond of how loud clubs were, nor the kind of crowd for the parties Alfred usually threw but you did like to celebrate things. You just preferred them to be quiet and with loved ones and what better way than spending the day with Alfred?

He'd been your boyfriend for two years now.

You'd met at the world academy and had been inseparable ever since. It had been a silly, beautiful journey, going from friends to lovers.

He'd seen your hard work and your struggles; the way you'd break down of frustration or stress. He'd also seen you smile wide and hold him tight when you got good grades. Naturally, he took a lot of pride on your graduation day.

He loved you and you were all he could think of as he bought you a giant bouquet.

It was filled with flowers that signified good luck and new beginnings and it was for your new beginning together.

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Pets

Human divisions were far beneath him or far beyond him; either way he didn't care for rules of propriety.

It was just a pet guinea pig and the servant kids were curious and whispering amongst themselves.

What was the harm in a little fun?

Antonio sneaks in and picks up on of the many royal pets; all taken care of by servants and sneaks it to the kids.

It was a tiny thing; fitting in his palms easily and yet it kept the kids attention as though it were much much bigger. They shrieked and squealed and cringed and came closer; absolutely mesmerized and wanting more.

In a lot of ways he preferred kids. He didn't want any of his own but they were so much more direct than human adults and not half as snot-nosed.

In an hour or so, the kids tire and he sneaks back in to put the guinea pig in it's rightful place.

He doesn't even know the little things name.

Things could sometimes be so easy and sometimes so difficult...