#//He's not yelling at you; just the Anon who tried to put the dog down

[girlboypersonthingy]

I GOT AN ANON REQUEST FOR KEITH X READER CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS AND ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT 😩 I’m sorry, anon but here it is! ✨ Keith is so baby 🥹

Keith x reader ~ Childhood friends to lovers ❤️‍🔥

You met at the garrison when you were barely teens, when Keith’s hair was shorter and he NEVER opened his mouth in public.

It’s not that he didn’t like you when you first met, he just didn’t want to like you. He was comfortable being a loner and didn’t want to put in the effort a friendship requires

But you were just so nice to him. He lowkey loved and hated it at the same time. He wanted to ignore you like he did everyone else but you wouldn’t leave him alone and he felt too guilty to tell you to go away. You noticed he was always alone so you tried to offer him some kindness.

He kinda wanted you to leave him alone but you didn’t and eventually, he started to looked forward to seeing you everyday. Seeing you run to him with a smile on your face and an extra lunch bag in your hand for him made him feel important. He’d never admit any of that to you tho.

One day, you weren’t at school and the whole day was just off. He didn’t feel right, he felt sad and invisible as he walked past all his classmates in the hall. He felt like no one truly saw him besides Shiro, who was often too busy to really give Keith attention, and you.

The next day when he saw you, he came up to you first!!!

“Where were you yesterday?” “I had a doctors app-“ “Next time, tell me you’re gonna be gone. I was worried.” He reached out for your hand, holding it between his own cold hands. “Oh…okay. I-I’m sorry, Keith.”

Omfg he was worried about you? After one day??? How cute!

From then on, you two were inseparable, the best of friends. He went to you every time he was really sad and needed support or when he was extremely angry and needed to just rant and yell to you. He confided in you so much, he trusted you more than anyone else. He told you the ugly and embarrassing secrets he’d never told anyone else before.

That day that he punched Griffin, after going to the dean’s office he found you outside reading. You could tell he was upset as he stomped over to you, making you immediately toss your book aside and give him your full attention.

“Keith? You okay? What happ-“ He flopped down in the grass beside you, laid on his side with his head resting on your thigh and began crying. He made sure to keep it quiet and keep his face hidden from you but you could feel him shaking. Unsure of what to say, you just began playing with the hair covering the nape of his neck. He LOVED the physical affection. He didn’t talk to you at all that afternoon, he just cried in your lap for a while then hugged you tight and went home.

That moment was when you both began to catch feelings. He loved that you were so kind and accepting of him, always so comforting. You never pressured him to talk to you, your presence alone was enough to calm him down.

You loved that he trusted you and always protected and checked up on you. He would do anything for you, all you had to do was ask with your pretty smile and soft eyes and he’d comply.

As you both grew up, he came to love your praises. You always told him how smart he was and how amazing he was at piloting, he couldn’t get enough. You fed his ego so much.

He was and still is terrible at returning the compliments. He’d often offer you constructive criticism instead, which took some getting used to but made you realize that he genuinely cared for you and only wanted the best for you.

You’d often walk hand in hand around the garrison and if anyone gave you two a weird look or tried to tease y’all about being a couple, Keith would literally bark at them while keeping your hand in his grip. “Fuck off! Mind your business…” and you liked his fiery personality. He was your scary guard dog.

When Keith got kicked out of the garrison, it broke both of your hearts. He was completely lost without you or Shiro around and you couldn’t sleep well at night for over a month bc you were so worried about him. Just like that, he had disappeared.

It was a while until you finally found him in that shack in the desert. You had gotten a tip from a teacher at the garrison while they were talking about him being a recluse and how he would sneak out to that shack in the middle of the night just to be alone and enjoy the quiet.

You found it one day and sort of just barged in, catching him half dressed and sleepy in his bed. “Keith?” He sat up abruptly, fists up defensively. “(Y/N)? How…what…?” His hands dropped to his sides as he stared at you in surprise. You ran and hugged him tightly, smiling as he hesitantly hugged you back.

He looked different…his hair was longer, he looked like he had been working out a lot and the bags under his violet eyes were very prominent.

You decided the garrison just wasn’t for you and you’d rather be with Keith. It just wasn’t the same there without him so you left it all behind and began visiting him every day.

He had never been so depressed and anxious before you found him and now that you were back in his life, he slowly but surely began to smile and eat more and act like his normal moody self.

The night finally came that you helped him rescue Shiro and he told you he’d be forever in debt to you for helping him save his brother. After getting Shiro to safety and settling everyone down, he pulled you outside his little shack so you could be alone together and he hugged you so tight it almost hurt as he cried on your shoulder. This time, his tears seemed to be from happiness and relief. He finally had his support system back ❤️‍🩹

Once you found yourselves in space together, his attitude changed a bit. He was much more busy and irritated and quiet all the time. Being a young adult out in space with the tremendous pressure of defending the universe took its toll on him.

You just gave him space and tried to keep yourself busy as well. He wasn’t sure if he liked the space or not.

As you all began to get into the swing of life out in the cosmos, Keith began coming around to you more often.

“Wanna come train with me? It’s boring by myself.” You were way too excited to spend time with him. You missed him so much while he was being distant. This moment changed everything. You two were inseparable again.

The whole team noticed that you had a way of getting him to soften up and relax when he was really frustrated. Everyone knew that you two loved each other but would never admit it to the other.

Finally, loverboy Lance steps in. He had to get y’all together. Keith is so dense and only seems to open up to you. You both just need a push from Lance the matchmaker.

He goes to Keith first and Keith shuts down the whole idea. He is terrified to lose your friendship by pushing a relationship on you so he totally rejects Lance’s help. He even tries to tell Lance that he only sees you as a friend but we all know he’s a terrible liar.

When Lance approached you, you couldn’t help but confess your burning love for Keith. You love him more than anyone in the world and you were also scared of making the friendship awkward by confessing to him. But Lance is the best wingman in the world. He would never let you fail.

Lance helped you come up with the right words to say and also tried to get you to practice some pick up lines, to which you just scoffed at him.

Finally, the day had come. You were gonna tell him how you really feel, how you’ve been feeling all these years.

You approach Keith’s door, waiting a few seconds before your shaky hand knocks.

The door slides open and a small smile grows on his lips. “What’s up?” You walk past him and into his room without asking permission, finding a seat on his bed. He was confused as to why you didn’t even smile at him like you normally do. “(Y/N)…are you okay?” He came to sit beside you, watching you with worried eyes.

“Listen…I uh…I have something to tell you but you have to swear, promise me that you’ll always be my friend…” Keith’s cheeks begin to flush as he nods slowly. He’s pretty sure he knows what’s about to come out of your mouth. “I promise.”

“I…I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you since we were kids. You…you mean the entire universe to me and I just want to call you my boyfriend. I don’t want to ruin our friendship so I understand if you don’t-“

“Shut up. I love you too…more than anyone. Let’s just date already.” And now his face is burning red hot as he avoids your gaze.

You guys fell into it so quick and smooth. It was an easy transition from best friends to lovers. You shared your first kiss just a few days after making it official.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since that day you told me you were worried about me when I wasn’t at school.” This makes him smile bigger than you’ve ever seen him smile before.

“Yeah? Funny…that’s when I first wanted to kiss you too.”

There’s no one else he’d rather be with. You are his person and he is yours, forever and ever and ever ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[fcthots]

Okay but I like to think that Jason's helmet has like noise and brightness controls so he can focus when things get bad.

If you ever have a sensory overload day when he's near, and everything is just too bright, too loud, too much, he'll gently plunk his helmet on your head, turned down to block out almost everything but still leave you aware enough of your surroundings to know he's there.

The quiet helps, your eyes don't hurt as much. And you feel safe knowing he's protecting you.

❄️

ANON THIS IS FUCKING EVERYTHING

this may be a little too self-indulgent but, fuck it, I needed this

It started when you fell asleep last night, not meaning to, so you had to take a shower in the morning. Then you had to wear the pair of stiff jeans because you had fallen asleep before you washed clothes. Then the seams of your shirt became incredibly bothersome and ever-present. All of this is to say: you were destined for failure today.

The Wayne family had agreed on a public outing to go eat and keep up appearances. Afterwards, everyone would head back to the manor to either get ready for patrol or just hang out. The entire family was invited and so were the significant others, hence you. It's not something you could cancel and Jason was so happy to ask you to go. You were determined to tough it out. For him.

You sat down at the table and your chair was uneven and wobbly. Ok. Ignore it. Move on. The lights were almost painfully bright. You tried not to think about it. The music was on loop but there was a small static gap when it looped and the song itself wasn't long, so the static was every minute. Ignore it. You were seated with your back to the door so you couldn't see when or where noises were coming from. Ignore it. There was a baby crying somewhere around the back of the restaurant. Ignor-

Someone taps you and your shoulders raise. Jason retreats his hand back immediately.

"Are you ok?" You can see the worry and calculation in his eyes.

"I'm okay." Your words sound grating to your own ears.

He doesn’t look like he buys it. "Do you want me to order for you?"

You nod your head and he has you point to what you want on the menu.

You hold polite small talk with the entire family and try to avoid touching the napkin that's texture felt like sandpaper. You can do this.

You ignore the shuttering of paparazzi photos from the window and the constant buzz of screaming from outside.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. You can do this.

The waiter comes back and hands out the food. Yours is very clearly burnt.

But Bruce is paying for the food and it would be rude not to eat it, right? Yeah that's something that your mother told you.

You put it in your mouth and do your best not to gag at the texture. Jason narrows his eyes at you. Fuck, he's onto you. You smile and put your all into not gagging until he turns back to look at Dick, who is telling a story.

Nailed it.

Eventually. Finally. You get to leave the restaurant.

But it's already too late for you. You can hear cars wizzing by, horns, tires screeching, engines revving, people yelling, and all other sounds of Gotham traffic. You're thankful Jason drove his car today and not his motorcycle ir you think you would have died. Steph and Duke are engrossed in their own conversation in the backseat after they refused to ride back with Bruce after he disagreed with their opinions in some fight you didn’t get the full picture of. Jason eyes you warily, but doesn’t say a word.

It's barely 5 minutes before you're at the manor. You're sitting on the couch, back straight and legs together. Alfred likes the living room to be bright, so all the lights are on. Great for Alfred. Terrible for you. You swear there must be 50 people in this fucking family because you can hear each and every one of their voices.

The sounds are grating, the lights are too bright, Cass and Tim are tossing their gear at each other over the couch and over you head, the dogs are barking, someone is yelling, Dick squeezes your shoulder as he walks past (with good intentions), you can't fucking think-

Jason's helmet is slipped over your head. He's done it before, just not often, so you forgot it even had the function.

Everything is made dark. The noise, instead of sounding like its coming rom inside your skull, sounds low and distant. Cass catches her last piece of armor from Tim and moves presumably to go down to the cave.

It's like a sensory deprivation tank and you think you might just cry of relief.

You see Jason crouch in front of you. His voice, though quieter than it usually would be, is still clear.

"Better?"

You wordlessly nod your head. In doing so, you notice that everyone else is gone. When did that happen?

"Why didn’t you tell me?" You start getting nervous. You just knew how excited he was and didn’t want to ruin it for him. And you know he still would have wanted you to tell him, but you felt terrible. You anxiously raise your shoulders into a nervous shrug.

He sighs. "I shouldn't have asked. Questions only make it worse, huh?"

You nervously nod your head. He laughs.

"'M sorry, baby."

You shake your head no before he can continue that train of thought.

"You wanna go put on one of my big comfy shirts and we can put you in my bed?"

You nod again. That sounds like fucking heaven.

He holds out his hand and you take it.

[alaskan-wallflower]

Hi I don’t know if you’ve answered this before but I just saw the headcanons you made about Soda being sick and I was wondering if you had any headcanons about how everyone likes to be taken care of when they’re sick? And could I be your 🎃 anon if it’s not taken? Thank you!!

Ooh ofc!! I’ll do my best!

Ponyboy

With Ponyboy, he’ll never admit it but he just wants to be held. He probably won’t seek it out but the gang knows to just hold him for a bit. He doesn’t have the weakest immune system? But he does have a VERY weak stomach and gets stress induced stomachaches very easily and it’s always obvious but he tries to hide it because he feels like a burden to his brothers already, even post book he feels like a burden so he just tries to hide it but he has a VERY vocal tummy that has no problem ratting him out. He also likes being red to. It’ll put him to sleep in five seconds flat.

Soda

Soda likes constant cuddles, but unlike Pony he’s VERY vocal about it. I feel like he’s whiny too when he’s sick lol-like you try to get up for even a second and he’s whining for you to come back because he wants more cuddles. Soda has a very strong immune system (probably because he ate rocks and dirt as a kid but shhhhhh) but he too feels like a burden. But it’s very obvious when he’s sick. Sometimes Darry will take off work but it’s kind of rare. If he and Pony have work and school Pony will tell Steve and Steve will up and skip school for him. He just loves being held.

Darry

Darry is difficult. I think he’d want to be left alone because god forbid he gets the rest of the gang sick. He also really just doesn’t want to be touched because he feels gross and sweaty. He does however really enjoy sick foods like soup and crackers. It just makes him happy. He’s VERY stubborn’ tho and Pony/Soda need to literally threaten not to talk to him if he pulls that shit. He has a fairly strong immune system. But when he’s sick it’s really intense. He gets headaches a lot and that paired with chronic back pain it just isn’t pretty.

Johnny

Johnny…it’s hard with him. He’s not really used to being taken care of? So he honestly probably just hangs out in the lot because he doesn’t want anyone else to get sick. However usually Dally or Darry will see him and they’ll drag him to wherever they’re staying. I feel like he just wants to get better as soon as possible to get out of everyone’s hair, but in all honesty it feels good to be taken care of. I feel like when he gets sick it’s like…these really awful things. He doesn’t get to eat often so he probably eats from dumpsters and whatnot (or at least he used to) but he’s gotten worms and shit. It’s intense. But he has the strongest immune system I think. He’s learned.

Dallas

Dallas doesn’t get sick. But when he does he’s a complete ass about it and makes it everyone’s problem. He’s constantly trying to leave and refuses a lot of the medicines and stuff because “he doesn’t need that pussy shit” but he does. And they probably have to wrap it up in a slice of ham like he’s a damn dog. He hates being sick though, like he’ll literally straight up walk out and Darry has to carry his ass back clawing and screaming. He’s silly. shut he has a very strong immune system. Either that or he tries to drink it off but he can’t hold it down and he gets mad.

Two Bit

Two gets really delusional. It’s like he’s high. He’s like his normal self just a lot slower Like he starts having hallucinations and stuff. It’s mildly concerning because one second he’s just staring off into space and the next he’s yelling about the Ketchup Man or something. He doesn’t mind being taken care of though. He probably tries to live off beer and cake but he throws it all up. He doesn’t really have curtesy though and will like…cough on people lmao

Steve

Steve is hard 😭 I think he’s kind of like Dally how he hates being taken care of but the only one who can get through to him is Soda and Soda will drive his ass home from the gas station to just lay down and relax. Steve gets genuinely mad that he’s sick lmao-like he’s so mean to Pony too like Pony will be coming home from school and he’ll just look at Steve and Steve’s like “what’re you lookin’ at” with a puffy nose and watery eyes. He gets lowkey mean but never to Soda (or Darry because Darry will kill him) but he’s SO mean to Pony (well Pony’s probably mean back lmao) but in the end he just wants to be sleeping. He sleeps a LOT. Like seventeen hours a day lmao

I hope these are good!! Had to kinda rush things a bit towards the end, sorry 😭

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Here, Boy ~ X.T.

A/n: I didn’t know exactly how to end this. Hope it landed well :)

Request: “Xavier Thrope x werewolf!male reader where Xavier is crushing on a golden retriever sporty reader...” by anon

Word Count: 2,000+

MASTERLIST

Being friends with Wednesday hadn't been Xavier's first intention, but after bonding over their mutual gloominess and like for quiet and space, it really was inevitable. It had started mostly because she'd thought he was the Hyde, but when that theory was debunked and it was revealed who the real Hyde was their friendship got to form outside of that. Now they both had the habit of tucking themselves away in Xavier's shed - which had at this point become both of their space. Wednesday was allowed to chase any theory and put whatever pictures she wanted up, Xavier didn't mind. He was used to the gore and horror she was so enthralled by, having been plagued by dreams the same way Wednesday had been haunted by visions.

There were a lot of cons to being friends with Wednesday, but the biggest pro was that it came with a bonus friendship with Enid. Enid hated coming to the shed, but as Wednesday and Xavier started to hang out at lunch, during class, and in their free time, Enid started to tag along. By herself she was pleasant enough and Xavier liked having someone a little bit more positive and light in his life. She helped him out of his head, and out of shell, much more. He didn't just hang around Wednesday or his stuffy secret society friends - he branched out a lot more.

That was how he met Y/n.

Officially at least.

Nevermore was a small school, and one couldn't go far without running into at least half the student body in some passive way. Y/n and xavier had shared a class or a friend or a space several dozen times, but they'd never had much reason to talk to each other. The few times they had, left Xavier with a deep appreciation for Y/n though. Like Enid, he was a breath of fresh air to be around. His smile was contagious, and he found joy in the simplest of things. He was a sporty person, and had found his way onto every single team he could, but he wasn't obsessive about it. Sports wasn't the draw; being part of a team was. As a werewolf, he was already strong and had impressive stamina, but he also had a craving for that pack dynamic. He loved being apart of something.

Everyone pleasant loved Y/n. That was why he was friends with Enid.

Everyone unpleasant hated him. No surprise that he was being tormented by Syl then.

Syl was the kind of asshole that liked quiet, but in a way that rather than finding a peaceful moment or creating a space for herself, she tried to make everyone else calm down instead. She made any public space the worst to be in; her looks wiped off smiles and her biting comments soured sweet moments. She was a vampire who apparently came from a really old family, and it reflected in her beliefs. In the way she avoided Wednesday and Enid because of something about the "appearance of evil" even though Enid was dating Ajax, and Wednesday was openly aromantic and intensely uninterested in any kind of romantic relationship.

In the past, Enid and Syl had clashed a lot, because Enid hadn't wolfed out fully yet. Then Wednesday and Enid had become friends, and Syl learned very quickly to keep her distance. And then immediately moved onto Y/n.

Y/n wasn't an idiot. He knew she was being mean, but just didn't care. He knew that when she threw a ball and yelled for him to fetch, or that when she scratched behind his ear and called him a good boy, it wasn't actually a game or a show of kindness or affection. he always let it happen though, and the most he ever did was roll his eyes good naturally and laugh it off. It genuinely didn't bother him.

When Wednesday asked about  it, Enid was the only one who could come up with any explanation. "When you're high energy and good natured, and a werewolf, it just... is a pretty direct comparison," she offered half heartedly. "You already act like a dog - you're friendly and bring little presents and need a lot of affection and can get carried away with playing. They see him rolling around on that field and everyone just sees a house pet most of the time. Not like - like he's less for that. But, a lot of people scratch werewolves behind the ears and give them "treats" instead of "food" or play fetch or platonically cuddle or call us good boys or girls or even use baby voices - just like they would an actual job. I only experience it as little as I do because I go out of my way to do my hair, and my nails, and I put a lot of effort into my clothes and make up, so at a very young age I didn't want people touching me and I didn't play with everyone else." She shrugged. "Y/n doesn't have that luxury. He's just used to it."

Well that bothered Xavier. Used to it or not, he could see the shame and embarrassment Y/n felt every single time Syl made a big deal out of treating him like some common house pet. Like more of an animal than a person. And he could see the way that the more Syl got away with it, the more other people started to do it too. Not always with Y/n, and rarely with any malice, but...

It was still demeaning.

One day they were all at lunch and in the middle of their conversation, Syl called, "Come here, Boy! Come here Y/n!" She pat her thighs, bending her knees a little. Y/n froze mid laugh, his smile wiping off of his face as he cringed into his seat. A sheepish look crossed his face as he went to get up and go over to Syl.

Xavier had had enough. "Would you stop doing that?"

Syl smirked as she looked at the irritated artist, her shades lowering so her eyes could look directly into Xavier's. "What's the matter Thorpe? Claimed this one or something?"

Xavier's face twists with irritation. "I didn't claim him - what the hell is wrong with you? He's not an animal, he's a person."

"Half person," Syl shrugged. The courtyard was suddenly very tense and quiet, half shocked and the other half incredibly uncomfortable. "He's half dog, I'm not wrong."

Wednesday stood from the table, her eyes narrowed. "He's not half-anything, you small minded waste of shadow. He's part wolf and part human, and that's only because he can shift between either of his forms. That doesn't mean that when he's a wolf he loses his ability to think and feel like a human."

Syl's lips pulled back into a snarl as she went to snap something back to Wednesday, but Y/n suddenly stood to his feet to catch everyone's attention. "Guys, it's fine." He laughed off the awkwardness he felt, waving his hand through the air as if to dismiss all the negativity circling him. "I like when she scratches behind my ear, and fetch is actually super fun."

"Of course," Wednesday agreed. "But she's taking advantage of your enjoyment and is using it in a very mean way. She's twisting all the good things you'd usually allow and making them something not good." Her dagger throwing glare turned to Y/n, and then softened. Just a little. “Do you understand?”

Y/n nodded. “I’ll stop letting it slide.”

“That’s a great place to start,” Enid encouraged, and Y/n’s smile was back again. For now that would be enough.

-

The next time Syl tried to pull something, neither Wednesday nor Enid were around. Xavier knew it had been on purpose when she approached, eyes ignoring him completely as if he wasn’t even there. “There’s my favorite boy,” she cooed, reaching up to scratch behind Y/n’s ear.

Y/n leaned away. He frowned at her, not in the mood for this but not totally good at confrontation still. He had gotten a little better when Xavier had sat down and talked boundaries, agreeing that he would be more affectionate with Y/n to show him how it could be done well and not as a cruelty. Now Y/n knew the difference and he didn’t like Syl anymore. “Dont do that.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a drama queen. Come here-“

“He said stop,” Xavier piped in. Y/n looked relieved to have been backed up.

Syl slowly looked at Xavier. “God with how often you little twerps defend this weirdo you’d think he was sucking your dick or something.”

Something set ablaze inside of Xavier in a very ugly way. She thought the only reason anyone would be friends with Y/n was if they were having sex? “What is wrong with you?” He snapped. “You know why we defend Y/n? Because he’s a good person! I know that’s a really fucking foreign concept to you, because when he’s a little slow or misses little details or doesn’t click with the joke that was made or misinterprets tone or whatever - you just think he’s an idiot. That’s a bad thing to you. But it’s not bad, or especially good, it’s just a thing. That’s just how he is and the fact that in a school of freaks you decided that him being different than you was a bad thing? I don’t get it! We were killed in the last for being different, how do you not know that? How is it not ingrained in your blood? How do you not know that you’re just as bad all those people in the past? Like Crackstone.”

Syl hissed, like a mix between spitting and growling. “Jesus maybe I was wrong. Maybe you’re sucking his dick.”

Xavier lashed out without thinking. He shoved her. “What we do behind closed doors is none of your business, you bitch, but just so it can sync really deep in your impossibly thick skull - no, we don’t have any kind of sexual shit. That doesn’t mean I don’t like him though! It’s almost like people have worth just by being people.” He took Y/n’s hand and gently tugged him away. Y/n followed the prompt. “Come on,” Xavier growled. “Let’s get out of here.”

They had gone down several halls and had completely lost Syl before either of them spoke. “You... like me?”

Xavier froze, finally processing all of the things he had said. In front of Y/n. Oh shit. “Uh-“ He turned to look at Y/n and something warm spread through his blood, comforting him but cooling down the raging storm from before. Y/n was smiling. “Maybe.”

Y/n stepped closer to Xavier, changing the palm-to-palm hand hold into a finger laced hold. “I think I maybe like you too. But I’m... slow, with stuff like this.”

Xavier eased, relaxing now that Syl was gone and Y/n was talking about something that he had wanted so badly for so long. “I would be okay, figuring it out. Taking as long as you need.”

Y/n nodded, then rested his head on Xavier’s shoulder. “Is this okay?”

Completely forgetting about Syl now, Xavier chuckled. His smile was shy and small but bright. “That’s more than okay.” He turned his head, leaving a kiss on the top of Y/n’s head. “Is that okay?”

Y/n closed his eyes, sighing contentedly. “That’s okay.” They fell into quiet, but this time it was comfortable and familiar. Like falling into bed after a long day. “If Syl ever tries anything again, I’m going to go to staff. I don’t want to deal with it anymore, and neither should any of my friends. Or you.”

Xavier liked that idea very much. He also very much liked being excluded from ‘friends’. “That’s a good idea. I can go with you.”

“I’d like that,” Y/n whispered. “I’d like that a lot.” The bell rang and they moved off of the wall to head to class. When they had to delegate ways, their hands lingered, fingers still holding onto each other. Then their hands fell away but they still smiled. It wouldn’t be the last time they did that, and until they could come back later they were both just fine waiting until then.

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Male readers tag: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

[bountydroid]

Stitches

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Lucy Maclean (PLATONIC)

Request: Can I please request some hurt/comfort between Lucy & The Ghoul 😩 Like she gets hurt during her encounter with the gulper & Cooper breaks his bad boy/mean character for a minute and helps to stitch her up? Or Cooper gets hurt during a gunfight & tries to hide it from Lucy but fails, & Lucy brings her nice, down-to-earth self and takes care of his wounds (even though he bitches the entire time 🤣)

Notes: Okay anon this is a shorter one. I tried my best to keep him in character but also a little softer with Lucy. I mean he did cut off her finger and tried to sell her organs, so it seemed ooc to have him be all mushy. I hope you like it anyway.

Once the gulper finally retreated into the water, Lucy finally felt the result of her struggle. A large gash on her leg pulsed in pain. Tears fell down her face as she pushed herself away from the water. 

Cooper was in another world entirely as he hurriedly searched his bag for his tin of Radaway. All the vials were completely crushed.

"Motherfucker!" He shouted angrily.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should've just let you use me as bait in a poison river!" Lucy yelled back.

Cooper lowered his gun before turning back around to the water. "Fuck!" He screamed.

"You can't treat people like this!" Lucy shouted angrily.

"Yeah, why's that?" Cooper asked, his mind obviously elsewhere. 

"Because of the golden rule." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Do unto others as you would have done unto you."

"Those gulpers digest real slow. You got time." Cooper said to himself, throwing his bag over his shoulder before pulling out his lasso.

"No. no, no, no, no." She begged as he put it around her neck. "Where are we going? What about the head? I need the head to get my dad back."

"Yeah, well, the wasteland's got its own golden rule," Cooper replied, dragging her along.

"Yeah, what's that?" She asked.

"Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time." Cooper sighed.

"What about the dog?" Lucy asked, scurrying after him.

"He ain't mine." He responded curtly.

It had been hours since they started walking to who knows where. Lucy had no idea where they were going or why they left the head behind. Her leg was angry at the continued use and she was getting worried. 

"Please, sir," Lucy implored. "My leg hurts."

This was the first time Cooper realized she was hurt. He sighed. "Sit." He commanded. 

Lucy quickly did as she was told, looking on with a hopeful expression as he rummaged through his bag before he pulled out a needle and thread.

"But, sir.... don't you have a stimpack?" Her eyes bulged at the needle, never having had stitches before.

He scoffed in response, "Why the hell would I have one of those? Now sit still." He knelt down in front of her as he inspected the wound. It was a large gash across her thigh, angry and bleeding.

She instinctively wiggled as fear settled in her stomach. 

"I said sit still," Cooper said before putting his hand firmly on her thigh. Lucy noticed a decided lack of venom in his voice. The venom he has had since they first met in Filly. She sat as quietly as possible, letting out a few yelps and gasps here and there as he stitched her back up. 

After some time Cooper leaned back on his heels. "There." He said to himself before pushing himself up off the ground.

Lucy stayed on the ground sniffling in pain, staring at the crude sewing job. "That is going to leave a nasty scar." She mumbled to herself.

'Stop your whining." Cooper complained as he offered his hand to her to help her up. She put her bound wrists in his hand as he pulled her up with ease. 

While he was still in a hurry, Cooper let her walk a little slower after that.

Tag list: @v3lv3tf0x

[boydepartment]

can you do sfw (fluff) fic where jungwon and reader are childhood friends and one day while jungwon is out with enha they bump into each other and while they're catching up, reader notices hoon and is like damn who's he and gets all shy

then later on in the day jungwon tells hoon about reader, then they send a selca to her with a message "he says you're cute too" and that's how their love story starts

THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE TBH!!! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS ANON <3

Dog Walker- Sunghoon x Reader feat. Yang Jungwon

MASTERLIST wc- 1k warnings- none :) just fluff

You were walking around the park watching the dog next to you trot happily. A dog walking job for the summer wasn’t really smart on your part but you needed the money. Your family wanted to go on a trip during the winter and you wanted to bring back souvenirs for your friends. You giggled as the dog sped up, you decided to speed up too. That was not smart either!

At some point you ended up jogging then running to keep steady with the dog. He was a bigger breed and at this point you were being dragged. People around you started to become a blur, and unfortunately so did the people in front of you.

Your vision was gone when the dog started running towards a group and got roped up with one of the guys. That led you to knock into him and fall over on the grass next to the pavement.

“I am so sorry!” You spoke in a frantic manner as you tried to get untangled, one of the boys must’ve unleashed the dog because he was not around you.

“Its- Its okay!” The guy was flailing under you trying to get untangled. You kept trying to get out by wiggling but stopped when you realized that he stopped moving.

“Y/n?” He blinked, looking confused you looked up.

“Jungwon!”

Quickly, you both got out and got the leash back on the dog, thankfully one of the guys was holding onto the dog’s collar. Once sat up and brushed off, Jungwon looked at you.

“It has been so long!” He pulled you into a hug and you hugged him back laughing. The dog ended up sitting down next to the two of you, worn out.

“It really has! I haven’t seen you since middle school! What have you been doing?” You asked.

Jungwon let out a small laugh, “a lot actually! um! These are my friends!” He turned to his six friends and your jaw practically dropped, all of them were idol looking. Clear skin, nice hair, jaw dropping, “guys! This is Y/n! My childhood friend!”

“Um hello!” Your voice sounded awkward, you felt awkward compared to these 6 people your age who looked SO put together. Especially the tall one with the mole on his face. He had such nice eyebrows and he looked sculpted out of a museum. You looked back at Jungwon in hopes you weren’t going to embarrass yourself.

“It’s genuinely so nice seeing you again!” Jungwon grinned at you, “I remember when we used to throw wet toilet paper on the ceiling!”

Your jaw dropped, “I- HAHA YEAH!” You shifted awkwardly; you didn’t want his hot friends to think you were a troublemaker!

Quickly, you pulled Jungwon aside, “dude! Who are your friends?”

“Uhhhhhhhhh I met them at work!” He laughed, Jungwon clearly found the whole situation hilarious.

“Its not funny!” You said quickly and shoved him lightly. He went to retaliate but he saw something behind you and quickly shoved you along.

“I will text you, go back home right now. Just trust me!”

Blinking, you and the dog walked back to the owner’s home. What the hell just happened?

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“If I end up on Twitter, I am going to kill you Yang Jungwon!” You yelled at him from across your dinner table. It had been a couple days and Jungwon finally decided to explain to you what he does for a living.

“I am honestly shocked you didn’t know; my face is plastered on multiple buildings…” Jungwon mumbled, “and its fine! If that girl took a picture management will take it down!” He waves his hand around to brush it off.

“Where is the dog?” Jungwon asked, changing the subject. You sighed and sat down again.

“That’s not my dog, I am a dog walker.” He turned his head to the side when you explained your job.

“Why are you walking dogs for money?”

You looked up at him, with your brows furrowed, “because I’m not a k-pop idol like you and your hot friends?” Your statement came out as a question- an annoyed one at that.

“YOU THINK MY FRIENDS ARE HOT?” Jungwon’s jaw dropped, and he threw his head back laughing, “which one do you think is the best looking?”

“I don’t know their names!” You said quickly, “can we please talk about something else?”

Jungwon shook his head no and jumped into a seat at the table closer to you, “I am going to pull up photos and tell me which one you think is the best looking!”

“You are the worst.” You mumbled but gave into his antics.

You watched as he scrolled through his friends, “this is Jake.”

You shook your head no, that was not the guy, “that was the one that took the dog and watched him while we got untangled. That isn’t the guy.”

Jungwon looked at you, “YOU ALREADY HAD ONE OF MY FRIENDS IN MIND?”

Your jaw dropped and you shoved him, “leave me alone! Go to the next guy already!”

“Okay okay! This is Sunghoon!”

Oh man, this was the guy. You saw the photo of him, it was from one of their shoots you guessed. His hair was done and was waved perfectly. The way the light bounced off his figure was insane.

“Y/n? Is this the one you think is hot? Earth to Y/n!” Jungwon waved in front of your face.

“Huh?”

“YOU SO LIKE SUNGHOON! I’M GONNA TELL HIM!” At that, he got up and went to your door. You chased after him, but he was already down to the sidewalk.

“SAY ANYTHING AND I WILL HAVE YOUR MOM KILL YOU!” You shouted out, now standing on your fence. You couldn’t help the small smile rising on your features. You did miss Jungwon a lot, he brought out the kid in you that you thought was long forgotten…

---

As you were in your room scrolling through Instagram you got a text from Jungwon on Snapchat. You opened it and laid your head down immediately after seeing the contents. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t kick your feet a little.

You were going to kill Yang Jungwon… After you add Sunghoon… And text him… And try to make him your boyfriend…

[sunstone-smiles]

May I please request Day 24 Augtickletober2023 (pinned) with Lee!Dimitri and Ler!Claude? Those two have my heart in a choke hold, and I love them

-💎

A Round Winning Scheme

Author’s note: Yaaaas! Absolutely, Diamond anon! My heart is always open for Claude, and Dimitri always needs tickles asap! I hope you all enjoy Day 24 of Tickletober: Pinned! (From August’s Tickletober 2023 list!)

Series: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Characters: Dimitri and Claude

Word count: 791

Summary: During a sparring match, Claude decides to use a playful scheme against Dimitri to gain the upperhand. 

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Dimitri dodges an arrow that flies by his side. There was no threat of injury as the arrow was rounded and wooden, like a cylindrical dowel, but the real “threat” is the one who fired the false arrow.

Claude lowers his bow. “Nice dodge, Dimitri! I didn't think you would see that one coming.”

Dimitri holds his wooden spear by his side. “It’s going to take a lot more than that to take me down, Claude!” Dimitri playfully yells from across the training grounds. He then dashes towards his opponent with the wooden spear trailing behind him as it nearly skims the dirt like a bird flying above water.

Claude grabs another wooden arrow to fire, but he dodges a swing from Dimitri before he can release the arrow. Dimitri takes two more swings at Claude. The swift archer dodges both and ducks on the second swing. He retaliates with a sweep to Dimitri’s leg.

The Blue Lion leader slams back first into the dirt. Claude lunges at him with the intent to pin his shoulders down, but Dimitri swings the lance across his chest just in time to halt the momentum of Claude's hands. Both opponents latch onto the lance, pushing and or shoving like a tug-of-war match.

“Face it, Claude!” Dimitri declares in the middle of their practice struggle, “No matter how hard you try, I will win this stalemate of strength!” 

Claude makes another attempt of shoving the lance down towards Dimitri, gaining little to no movement. Dimitri easily has him beat in physical strength, but Claude can have him beat through the use of schemes.

“Oh yeah?” Claude says with a smirk in his tone. “Let’s see how you handle this!” 

With the swiftness of a skilled archer, Claude drops one of his hands from the lance and plunges it into the Blue Lion’s belly with scribbling fingers.

Dimitri’s frame jumps with a high pitched yip of a small dog. “C-Clahahaude!” Dimitri giggles and his grip on the lance wobbles, as if he was holding up a heavy object prepared to topple over. He tries to wriggle backwards and shake Claude’s fingers from his torso, but soon after, Dimitri’s giggle-filled grip falters and Claude’s pressure on the lance overpowers him. 

The lance crashes on the lower half of Dimitri’s chest, winding him for a moment. Claude repositions to hold the lance down with one hand, while the other hand now has free-range to tickle the entirety of the Blue Lion’s tummy.

“Eek! Wahahahahait!” Dimitri kicks his boots in the dirt through his giggles and reaches up to shove away Claude, only to find out that his arms are stuck. The fall of the lance across his chest has pinned him and his arms down in the dirt. Dimitri might be in trouble now.

“Oh nohohohoho!” Dimitri exclaims out loud upon fully realizing his trapped state. He tries to wiggle his arms out from under the weight of the lance, but they’re not budging. Claude smiles above him.

“Well now, that’s strange. I would think you would be putting up more of a fight,” the golden deer teases. He fakes a sigh. “Seems like this is an easy win for me. Are you really just going to hand me the win?” Claude wiggles his fingers around the upper half of Dimitri’s torso to switch it up. He scratches at Dimitri’s lower ribs, down to his sides, and back to his belly, sending the Blue Lion prince into loud, robust laughter mixed with him squirming like a worm from below him.

“Clahahahaude!” Dimitri snorts through his laughter. He digs his boots in the ground and makes another attempt at scooting himself backwards. He shifts his arms back as if he was escaping a tight squeeze and manages to slip his elbows out from under the weight of the lance. He quickly pulls out his hands, then uses the lance to toss Claude to the side, like the force of an opening door has pushed his friend over. 

“Woah!” Claude lands in the dirt onto his belly with an oof. Dimitri chuckles. He pulls himself into a sitting position, while Claude shakes himself from the ground.

“Okay, I deserved that,” Claude's voice strains as if he was in pain.

Dimitri shakes his head with a smile. He stands, helping Claude up to his feet as well. 

“Are you up for round two?” Dimitri asks. He thinks for a moment before adding, “But no more surprise schemes this time.”

“Ha! You know I can’t just abandon my schemes,” Claude says with a wink in his words. “But I will agree to remove tickling from the mix, just this once.”

Dimitri huffs out another chuckle, “I suppose I should be fortunate for that.”

[justablah56]

Okay I literally can not wait two more day to send you this on your birthday so happy early birthday Aether: D <333(i am also insane about this man and his family)(and yeah i was both of the anons)

“Dad, dad you're home!” Nick yelled running up to Glenn, who had just got home. It was four in the morning, Morgen had been trying to get him to go to bed for hours; she knew it was a mistake to tell him his dad would come home during the night. Glenn was hung over, and probably still a little high, a guitar in a case on his back, a tattered ripped up old backpack hanging off his shoulder, sunglasses making it near impossible to see at night with the lights off. Still he was able to lean over and pick Nick up once he got close enough.

“Hey rock star,” He tried to whisper, but said probably a bit too loud thanks to his excitement. “I got something for you.” Nick keeped his head tucked into his dads neck as Glenn dropped the he was holding on the floor and kneeled down to unzip it and start digging through it.

Morgan flipped the light switch one, announcing her presents, Leaning against the open doorway to the kitchen, hair up in a loose falling apart bun, wearing one of Glenns shirts and his boxers, half asleep.

“Don’t worry I have gifts for you to handson,” He said looking at his wife over his sunglasses before pulling out a stuffed bear and handing it to Nick, who had finally untucked his face from Glenns neck. His eyes immediately light up seeing the bear being handed to him. It had dark red fur and a brown bowtie around its neck. The tiny child didn't hesitate for a second before taking the bear from his dads hands.

In place of a response Nick just yawned and laid his head against Glenns shoulder, while clutching the bear in his arms. “Let's get you to bed red,” Glenn said, kissing the top of his head.

“Forgetting something?” Morgan said just above a whisper, her voice deep and scratchy from recently being asleep. Glenn chuckled at her before moving closer to her to kiss her, both of them smiling into it. Before both of them continued to walk to Nick’s room. Glenn gently leaned over to put Nick in his bed, the half asleep boy pulling a blanket over himself.

“Night rock star,” Glenn said before turning back to the doorway where Morgan was waiting for him.

“No, play me a song first,” Nick begged once he saw his parents leaving his room.

“It’s four fifteen Nicky you need to go to bed.” Morgan tried, even though she knew he wasn't going to give up that easily.

“Pleaseeee,” He said in his best small cute child voice, doing his best puppy dog eyes. With how bad Glenn felt for being gone for the past two months, and how tired he and Morgan were, it didn't take much for them to give up. Morgan made her way over to Nick's bed to lay down on, as she waited. She also wanted to hear her husband sing again to be honest.

Glenn took the case off of his back and laid it on the ground before taking out the guitar before sitting on a too small chair in the corner of the room. The guitar had already been tuned only a few hours ago, but he still messed with a few tuning pegs while plucking the corresponding strings. Mainly for the effect.

“Howdy, tonight you’ll be hearing from the Glenn Close trio. Except it's just me, so I guess it's the Glenn Close Uno today.” Glenn started before he began to play the opening chords to Jingle Bell Rock.

It didn't take much for Morgan and Nick to fall asleep, they were both exhausted. Glenn was a little surprised Nick stayed awake long enough to hear the first chord. He still finished the whole song, because Nick asked for a whole song. He sighed happily while messing around with the strings for a bit before he put the guitar up. His hands moved from a D note to an G and finally an A, before starting the pattern over again while lightly strumming. Quietly humming before he started gently singing to his slumbering wife and son a few feet away from him.

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

The other night, dear

As I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you

In my arms

When I awoke, dear

I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away”

SCREAMING CRYING WAILING ABT THIS OHHHH MY GOD IM WNDBJANSNWJSHDWJJWNZHSIW !!??!!!!! I AM IN PHYSICAL PAIN OVER THIS /POS GOING ABSOLUTELY INSANE ,, ETC ETC ,..,., THE ACTUAL EXCITED AUDIBLE NOISES I MADE WHILE READING THIS OH MY GOD- JUST !! THE LITTLE TEDDY BEAR ?!??!!!! MORGAN WEARING GLENNS CLOTHES ??!!?!! NICK WANTING TO HEAR A SONG ?!!?!!!!! GLENN FINISHING THE SONG EVEN THO THEYRE BOTH NOT AWAKE TO HEAR IT BCS HIS KID ASKED FOR A SONG ??!!??!!?!!!

THE YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE AT THE END ?!!??!!!?!!!

THEY ARE SO D WNNSBSNNSKWS

Vik I am grabbing your face and kissing you on the forehead abt this /p , literally thank you so much oh my god I am going to treasure this forever <3333333

[gamerbearmira]

Dog Anon. Happy Holidays!!! Here's my gift for everyone! Please know I don't know much about Colombian traditions, I tried my best, if I got anything wrong, I'm sorry (thank you Google and Google Translate)

"Feliz Navidad!!" Mirabel shouted as she ran through the streets, her dog Milagro close behind, she danced and waved to everyone she saw, spreading her endless Christmas cheer with her accordion as she played every Christmas Carol she knew. She loved going through town and seeing all the beautiful decorations, each one lit up with thousands of colored candles creating a lovely display. "Feliz Navidad Mira!" One of the kids said, giving her a buñuelo, "muchas gracias Cecilia" Mira said, popping the doughy treat in her mouth before continuing on her merry way.

As Mirabel and Milagro made their way home after celebrating in the streets, Dolores poked her head out of Casita's door "thank goodness your back" Dolores said, sounding worried "Isabella and Camilo are in the middle of an Aguinaldo, it's getting pretty intense, even Strelitzia and Nico are involved" Mirabel giggled and made her way inside, "what are they playing?" She asked, "three feet" Dolores replied, "they're at a standstill"

Mirabel stepped into the courtyard, where Isabella and Camilo were standing, glaring at each other, their dogs right beside them, they watched each other intently, neither one moving an inch. Mirabel smiled mischievously as she silently crept up behind her sister and slowly slipped her foot between her sister's feet, Dolores watching intently, "I finally win Isa" Mirabel whispered so only her sister could hear, Isabella immediately looked down and saw her sister's foot between hers "what?! You're not part of this game! No fair!" Isabella yelled, summoning a cactus while Camilo howled in laughter. Mirabel immediately ran as Isa summoned vines to try and catch her, Mirabel ducking behind Camilo, "wait, what are you doing?" Camilo asked, "you did this to yourself, don't get me involved!" but Mirabel just smiled smugly at him, which caused Camilo to look down and realize her foot was also between his, sending Isabella into her own fit of giggles,"I beat you both AND stopped your standstill, now you two can get ready for Novena and I can finally get one of mamá's special Aguinaldo arepas"

Isabella and Camilo left to get ready as Antonio raced downstairs with his dog Deigo, "Dolores, I'm ready!" He said excitedly, "now can you tell me when El Niño Dios will get here?" Dolores smiled and nodded, "he will come on the 24th Antonio, just like always" "will I be able to see him this year?" He asked, Dolores giggled at his excitement but shook her head, "no Antonio, remember, El Niño Dios has magic, he's invisible and he doesn't let anyone see him" Antonio pouted, but Mirabel laughed, he asked these questions every year, but his eyes widened again as he looked as his dog, "Deigo! This will be our first Navidad together!" The dog barked in excitement.

Abuela Alma came downstairs with Ophelia, holding the Miracle candle in her hands, "is everyone ready? It's almost time for today's Novena" Dolores held her hand up to her ear and listened, "Camilo and Isabella are still getting ready, they had an Aguinaldo, everyone else is ready to go" Abuela smiled, "I'm glad they're having fun, who won?" Mirabel smiled proudly, "they were at a standstill and neither would back down, so I beat them both!" Abuela laughed, "of course you did, Mira, congratulations" "where are we having Novena tonight?" Julieta asked, coming in from the kitchen with a basket of food, "at the Guzman's" Abuela replied, and Dolores smiled, causing Mirabel to roll her eyes.

Ophelia barked up at Abuela and gestured towards the candle, Alma's eyes widened, "oh yes, Mirabel I have a request" "what is it Abuela?" Mirabel asked, Abuela looked at the candle, "since you are the next candle holder, and to make up for what I put you through, I want you to hold the candle and lead us in our Novena prayers tonight." Mirabel's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped, "are... Are you sure Abuela?" Alma nodded, "if you don't want to do it, I understand, but I wanted to offer you the chance to lead in something small, I know realizing you were the next candle holder was a big shock to you, so I'm hoping this could help you get used to it and make the idea of leading the Encanto someday less daunting." Mirabel smiled wide and let a few tears of joy slip down her face, "thank you Abuela" she said, delicately taking the candle into her own hands, "I won't let you down."

Colombian traditions:

Colombians celebrate on the 24th instead of the 25th

El Niño Dios is who delivers presents in Colombia instead of Santa

Novena is a Christmas tradition where for the nine days leading up to Christmas, families and friends pray, eat, and sing together each day at a different home

Aguinaldos are games and challenges Colombians play at Christmas time, where they receive prizes on Christmas Eve if they win, three feet is a game where to win you put your foot in between your opponent's feet without them noticing

Happy Holidays!!!

This is super cool <33 didn't know there was so many traditions, these are all so cool! The only one I knew was the 24th instead of 25th, but even then I only learned it from a friend. ANYWAY. Isabela and Camilo being so intense. That's so real of them <33 Mirabel winning is such a W though. Girlboss 🗣🗣

Also??? Alma letting Mirabel lead the prayer??? I'm gonna cry that's so sweet. THEY'RE MY FAVORITES...RAHHHHH 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

Peak writing les be real

[cjlouwho]

I'm adding more because (for now) I live in a free country.

Tommy rescues a dog (thank you anon) from a backyard breeder and although her tag says "Val" he calls her Buddy. She's the first being Tommy is 100% honest with. She knows secrets no one else ever will, and she never judges him.

Tommy has a list of things he hates about himself. Literally, an actual written out list of all the things past and present that he hates about himself. Every time he screws up at work, he adds to his list. He doesn't recognize how unhealthy this is. It's actually something his dad started doing to him when he was young, so he could "remember his mistakes forever."

We'll call the above-mentioned district captain Eli. Eli finds this list when he's taking care of Tommy after Tommy gets injured on the job. Tucked in a junk drawer in the kitchen when he was trying to find a ladle. He doesn't say anything until after Tommy is healed. This leads to their first fight (as friends).

During this fight, Tommy is pissed at Eli for snooping through his things. Eli's pissed at Tommy for thinking so little of himself. He knew Tommy had issues, but he didn't know Tommy actively hated everything about himself. Tommy asks why the hell it matters?? And Eli yells back that it matters because half the stuff Tommy wrote on that list are reasons why Eli lo- cares about him so damn much!

There's a certain point where someone gives Tommy a compliment and Tommy immediately stresses out because he doesn't want to be thought of as just the "cool guy" anymore. He confides this to Eli who just starts laughing and laughing, and guarantees Tommy that no one thinks of him as the cool guy. Tommy should be offended, he knows, but he's just endlessly relieved.

He starts going to therapy after his nightmares come back. He's not even sure what happens in the nightmares. Doesn't understand them, barely remembers them after he wakes up yelling with sweat pouring down his face. But he can never fall back to sleep afterward.

He actually forces himself to go to therapy because he wakes up so violently from the nightmares that he no longer trusts himself to sleep at work, and he's not really sleeping at home either. He tries falling asleep in his office, and even tries sleeping in one of the firetrucks, but he's too anxious. His exhaustion nearly causes him to make a potentially deadly mistake and that's when he knows something has to be done.

He starts movie nights with his crew. They all bring snacks and sit in his living room and watch a movie. Afterward, they all discuss their favorite/least favorite parts and dissect its deeper meaning (if there is one).

He thinks he's terrible at giving heartfelt advice, mostly because no one ever gave him heartfelt advice growing up, but for some reason every time anyone on his team has a problem they come directly to him and cling to every word he says.

The first time the team sees Tommy get mad, they're terrified. Because he somehow becomes bigger when he's angry?? Thankfully, he's not angry at anyone on his team, he's angry at another captain from a nearby station for putting his team in danger. It's a mistake that captain will not make twice!!

Let me wear my clown mask. 911: Hawaii with Tommy as the lead. Here we go!

Diving into Tommy's family history. His tumultuous relationship with his father. Maybe his mother is dead, or maybe they have a pretty good relationship and she's hurt that he moved so far away from her.

Revisiting his time in the army. How he was there during the height of DADT. How that impacted him, even though he was nowhere near ready to be out at that point anyway.

Leading the team, maybe the first gay captain this station has ever had (it's 911, they'll make something of it). He's not one to really announce his sexuality, so it doesn't come out until they get sent on a call and someone is being a homophobe (or being harassed in some way).

He starts family dinners at his station, because that was one of the biggest impacts Bobby had on him. However, he's not great at cooking so when they have spaghetti night for the fourth time in a row, they decide to all take turns cooking dinner instead.

The first time he gets hurt it's not on the job. He's hiking and he ends up falling down a cliff and has to be rescued. He doesn't expect his entire team to show up in his hospital room with gifts and treats. When he tells them they didn't have to come, he's surprised by the looks of confusion as the probie says, "Of course we came? We're family." He holds off on the tears until after they leave.

There's a District Captain that leads a group of lifeguards that his station finds themselves working with a lot. He's kind, funny, a good leader, and hot as hell. He and Tommy could go toe to toe in a sarcasm-battle any day. No one is ever sure who would win. One thing everyone is sure of, is that these two like each other. If only they'd figure that out themselves!

Said district captain also helps Tommy to loosen up a bit. He sees Tommy for the mess he is, and he likes the mess, and he also likes to tell Tommy his posture doesn't always have to be so perfect.

Tommy becomes fiercely protective of his team in ways he didn't even imagine he ever would. He beats himself up after someone on his crew gets hurt, tries to think of all the ways he screwed up so it doesn't happen again. The team has to remind him that it wasn't his fault, this stuff happens sometimes, and no one blames him.

Oh yeah, when the district captain is hurt one day, Tommy comes over to bring him soup but ends up staying for three days just taking care of him. Doesn't even think about it.

And when Tommy gets hurt (again) that same captain comes to take care of Tommy. Tommy tries to say, over and over, that he can take care of himself. This guy won't hear of it though. Outright tells Tommy to shut up and let him help or he's gonna be pissed. Tommy doesn't fight it.

Tommy Begins.

Shirtless Tommy at the beach.

We could have so many helicopter crashes. So many!

[ask-dangan-if]

I heard shouting what's going- Hey, is that a puppy?! Aww... it's missing a leg. I wonder what breed it is...*kneels down to stare at the pup* Aww. Whatever breed it is it's still adorbs. So what's going on...? What?! But it's only a pup! You wouldn't put a gun to a baby's head, would you? Call that over dramatic but I'm with Mondo on this one. No talk about putting him out and such until bad signs occur.

See?! I told ya! Champion’s as healthy as can be, so you’ve got no other reason ta shoot ‘im besides bein’ a heartless asshole!

I FUCKIN’ MEAN IT! If I catch you near ‘im ever again, YOU’RE FUCKIN’ DEAD, YA GOT IT?!

[justabigassnerd]

Sidekick

Pairing - TASM!Peter Parker x sister!reader

Word count - 2,166

Warnings - little bit of angst but mostly sibling banter n fluff

Summary - Peter's younger sister finds out about his superhero endeavours and longs to be his sidekick. Peter, however, isn't keen on this idea

Sequel - 'The Spider-Man experience'

A/N - hey y'all sorry for the delay in fics, like I said on my last upload, my dog has been put down and tbh I've been struggling to cope and uni & work haven't been helping but I've been pushing through it because I don't wanna neglect this blog. This was an anon request that I thought was adorable and I tried my best to do it justice. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!

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Peter hadn’t planned on telling you about him being Spider-Man. At least not until you were a bit older because even though you were fourteen, part of Peter’s job as your older brother was to look out for you and to protect you. He wasn’t willing to put you at risk because he went out every night patrolling for criminals.

Peter had snuck into his window and had only just removed his mask, grabbing his water bottle off his desk and took a swig before returning the bottle to his desk and turning around. Usually, his spider-sense would warn him of any impending danger but because it was you and Peter had never viewed you as any kind of threat, his senses neglected to warn him of your presence.

“Peter! Aunt May’s been calling you for-” You stopped in your tracks when you saw Peter dive under his cover, but you had already seen the Spider-Man suit.

“y/n, have you heard of knocking?!” Peter yells from under his duvet, silently cursing himself for forgetting to lock his door and for just standing around. He heard the door close, and he knew from the lack of footsteps that you were still in the room with him. He sighed lightly when he realised you weren’t going to budge until he gave you answers. Deciding to bite the bullet, he sticks his head out from under the duvet.

“You’re Spider-Man?” You asked in an excited whisper, eyes wide at this newfound information. Peter knows there’s no other way around this conversation, so he just nods his head.

“You can’t tell May. She’d freak out.” He adds quickly, watching as you nod your head quickly, understanding his words.

“How the hell did you become Spider-Man? What happened?” You question eagerly, grabbing his desk chair and sitting on it. Peter knew you were a Spider-Man fan, ever since he saved the city from becoming lizard people his masked persona gained a following and you were one of them.

“I got bitten by a spider in Oscorp.” He shrugs, sitting up in his bed and crossing to his door, locking it so May doesn’t walk in too.

“What were you doing in Oscorp?” You immediately ask, and Peter never regretted something more in his life than his previous sentence.

“If I tell you, you’re going to have to keep your mouth shut. You can’t tell May. You can’t tell any of your friends. The only people who can know are me and you, okay?” Peter says sternly as he sits down on the edge of his bed, watching with a raised eyebrow as you nod.

“See that briefcase? Pass it here.” Peter says, pointing under his desk behind you and waits patiently for you to grab it and pass it to him. Once the case is in his hands, he unzips the front and finds the hidden zip, unzipping that and pulling out the contents he found in there. He took the photo of Richard Parker and Curt Connors, holding it out towards you and watching as you take it between your thumb and forefinger. He saw your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and he felt a hand squeeze at his heart at your lack of recognition.

“The guy on the right is dad.” Peter says gently, watching as you hold the picture closer, studying the face of your father. Peter forgot you were barely a year old when your parents had dropped you off at May and Ben’s and left, never to return. He forgot you had no memories of them and for most of your younger years believed May and Ben were your parents, growing confused and upset when they told you otherwise.

“That’s dad?” Your now small voice questions, eyes fixed on the image of the man. You tried conjuring up a single memory of this man and you felt tears stinging your eyes when nothing came up.

“Hey, come here.” Peter says softly, gesturing for you to come to sit beside him on the bed. He waits for you to move to sit next to him and once you do, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, tugging you against his side. He gently takes the photo from your hand putting it to the side as you sigh.

“I’m sorry. I forgot you don’t remember as much about them as I do. Look, that guy next to dad is Curt Connors. I went to Oscorp to see if I could find out something about dad or his research from Connors. Then I bumped into this random guy who dropped his papers, and I recognised a symbol from one of the papers on dads desk the day we were brought here. So I kinda followed the guy into a room full of spiders and one of them decided it would be funny to bite me and here we are.” Peter explains gently, jostling you slightly with his shoulder at the end of his explanation in an attempt to make you laugh. He got a small laugh from you and that was enough for him.

“And now you have freaky spider powers?” You say, a slightly teasing tone to your voice.

“And now I have freaky spider powers.” Peter echoes with a laugh. You fall into a comfortable silence before you let out a small gasp.

“I could be your sidekick! I could help you with crimefighting!” You exclaim, your eyes shining with excitement as Peter’s eyes widen.

“No. No, you most definitely can’t.” Peter says, the horror evident on his face at your words.

“Why, don’t you trust me?” You question with a frown, slouching where you were sat and looking away from Peter.

“You know it’s not that. It’s because being Spider-Man is dangerous. You could be in danger just by knowing I’m him. I don’t want you getting hurt. I promised myself that I’d never ever let you get hurt, not on my watch. Besides, I’ve got superpowers and last I checked, you don’t.” Peter explains, wanting to get his point across and hoping you understand where he’s coming from. When you don’t respond and continue looking away, Peter reaches out and quickly pokes you in your side, retracting his hand quickly as you turn around and looking away.

“Peter, what the hell was that for?” You grumble as Peter turns to face you; innocence written all over his face.

“What was what for?” He asks, biting back a smile as you huff under your breath.

“Why did you poke me?” You say pointedly with a glare.

“Me? Poke you? What a rude assumption I would never do anything of the sort.” Peter says dismissively and looks away, sniggering when you reach out to poke him back, his reflexes allowing him to grab your wrist in an instant.

“Cheater.” You say, sticking your tongue out at him as he laughs.

“Got you to look at me though.” Peter grins, watching as you bite your bottom lip to conceal a smile from him. Peter takes the half-smile as an okay to pull you into a hug, he wraps his arms around you, and you mimic his actions, hugging him tightly.

“I just wanna help you.” You mumble, feeling helpless for not being able to assist your brother with his superhero activities.

“I know you do. And you can help me by not helping me. I’ll work so much better out there knowing you’re safe here at home.” Peter replies, poking your side once more, laughing as you jump out of the hug and glare at him despite the smile covering your face.

“But what if you get hurt out there? I could help you.” You insist.

“And risk you getting hurt? I don’t think so.” Peter says, shivering with the thought of every possible thing that could happen to you if you came with him.

“But-”

“Please, just trust me on this. The only thing I’d need you to do while I’m patrolling is just covering for me if May’s home. No trying to come with me. Just staying home and covering for me. Can you do that?” Peter says, interrupting you as his eyes search yours as you sigh heavily.

“Only if you promise to update me during and after your patrols.” You say, holding your hand out in offering.

“Alright, deal.” Peter replies, taking your hand and shaking it with a smile. Just before you can reply, you hear May calling up the stairs for the both of you, wondering where you both are.

“Get changed, I’ll cover for you.” You say with a wink, getting up and unlocking his door, opening the door wide enough so you could squeeze out before closing the door behind you.

Peter stayed true to his word and updated you as often as he could while on patrol and whenever he got back, he would fill you in on what happened between his last message and him getting home. You always stayed up so you could hear these stories, eager to hear what Spider-Man got up to and what criminals he fought that night. Despite this, you still wished that you could help. During the night as you waited for Peter to return from patrol, you started sketching costume ideas for what you’d like if you had Peter’s powers and joined him on patrols. You always hid them, not wanting Peter to find them because you were sure you’d die of embarrassment at him seeing them before he even got the chance to lecture you about wanting to join him on patrols.

One night, you fell asleep while waiting for Peter, exhausted by your long school day, and hanging out with your friends. You had fallen asleep just after finishing a new costume design idea and had left it on your desk instead of tucking it away in a drawer like usual due to how tired you were. Peter climbed through his window, landing quietly in his room so he can change into something comfy before heading to your room.

“y/n/n, I’m back. Some pretty crazy stuff went down since my last text.” Peter says quietly as he opens your door, stopping in the doorway when he sees you curled up on your bed fast asleep. Not wanting to disturb you, Peter goes to turn around and head back to his own room but stops in his tracks when he sees the paper on your desk. Curiosity got the better of him as he reached out and gently grabbed the paper and held it in the light of the hallway. He couldn’t stop the smile that covered his face at the sight of the messy sketch. You weren’t an artist by any means, but it was clear enough of what you were drawing. Peter brought the sketch back into his room and decided to do something for you. Peter sat down at his desk and opened one of his spare notebooks, grabbing a pencil and setting your sketch down beside it as reference. Not many people knew this about Peter, but he liked to draw, he never did it often and never in front of other people. Usually, he’d just doodle things in the margins of schoolwork or in notebooks so trying to draw and do justice to your ideas was what felt like a mammoth task for Peter, after all, he never took art classes he just drew as a hobby. He sketched out your outfit idea, making sure it matched your own drawing and added colour. He took his time with it, wanting to make sure it was perfect. When he was satisfied with his drawing of your costume, he decided to be a little big-headed and add Spider-Man into the picture and when he was done, he scribbled a couple of words in the corner before smiling to himself, satisfied with his work. He then returns to your room, placing both his and your drawings on the desk, and sent a small smile in the direction of your sleeping form.

“Sleep well, y/n/n.” He whispers gently before closing your door and heading back to his own room to get some sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You looked around your room and noticed two pieces of paper on your desk and you were confused, only remembering having placed one piece of paper there the night before. You cross to your desk, picking them up, one of them was your own sketch of your costume design and the other was an entirely new drawing, one that depicted your ideas alongside Spider-Man that had a smile covering your face as your eyes flicked to the words written in the corner.

‘Spider-Man has a cool sidekick, but I’ll let you in on a secret. Peter Parker has an even cooler one because no superhero alter ego could be cooler than y/n Parker.’

[softsergeantbarns]

Can I request one where Bucky gets really clingy and proetctive of the reader when the cuddle, like if anyone tries to bother them while they're cuddling he just glares at them and growls or something? Please and thank you!

Did no one here ever heard about privacy?

pairing: Bucky x avenger!reader

summary: Bucky just wants to have some privacy with you.

warning: none. it's pure fluff.

wordcount: 1200+

No beta read here so I'm sorry for any missing words or mistakes. Hope you like it Anon and thanks for the very first request.

Bucky in general wasn’t the jealous type of guy. But every now and then he did get a little overprotective and clingy. Mostly when you were cuddling.

The first time you noticed was after a long mission. You’ve been gone for almost four weeks and he missed you everyday. So did you. When it was time for you to come back he was already waiting for you at the landing platform. Luckily you weren’t hurt because if so you had to go to medical first. But you didn’t and he could pick you up bridal style to carry you back to your room. When you got there he put you down on your bed and laid down next to you. His head slowly moving onto your stomach. You smiled softly and ran your fingers through his hair. „I’ve missed you!“ He mumbled with closed eyes finally able to sleep again. Bucky hated to sleep alone in his bed. With you next to him he was way calmer and it was easier for him to fall asleep.

„I’ve missed you too!“ You told him softly ready to fall asleep just like him.

Your friends never really heard of privacy. At least that’s what you thought. Your door swung open and Nat, Sam and Steve were standing there. You tried to warn them as you held a finger to your lips but they ignored you completely. Maybe they were doing this on purpose.

„You’re back!“ Sam yelled happily as he lifted up his arms. He was about to jump onto the bed but he stoped in his tracks as he heard growling.

„Don’t even think about it, birdbrain!“ Bucky growled and opened one eye to glare at Sam. If looks could kill, you thought and tried to hide a giggle.

„Give us an hour!“ You told your friends softly. „Let’s watch a movie later.“

All of them left you both alone just the way Bucky liked it. „Finally!“ He murmured holding you close, half of his body sprawled over yours.

Later that evening you met with the rest of the team for movie night just like you suggested. Bucky groaned annoyed as you softly pushed him away. „Come on Bucky, we have to go!“ You told him softly stroking his head.

„You have to, not you!“ He mumbled sleepy. „You wanted to have a movie night!“

If you didn’t know it any better you’d say he was pissed. But he was tired and just annoyed that he had to go as well. Because one way or another you’d be gone.

You changed into some more comfortable clothes, a hoodie from Bucky, some leggings and fuzzy socks. Movie night always was fun. The whole team would get together with snacks and got cozy in the living room. „Come on Buck, we can cuddle there!“ You offered with a smile holding your hand out for him.

With a sigh he slowly got up and took your hand. With his other hand he rubbed his eyes tiredly as he followed you into the living room. Everyone was already there getting comfy on the big couch. You smiled at everyone and waved at them before pulling Bucky with you. You took one of the fuzzy blankets and sat down next to Nat who made some space for you and Bucky. „Thank you“ You whispered at her and leaned your head on her shoulder for a moment. At the same time you could hear Bucky growl again as he moved his arms around your waist to pull you close to his body. Nat shook her head and laughed quietly.

„(Y/N) put your dog back on its leash!“ Sam joked, making everyone laugh.

You just rolled your eyes at him and shook your head, trying to tell Bucky to stay calm. „It’s just birdbrain, don’t you worry about him!“ You told him softly and leaned back against his chest.

After everyone calmed down the movie started. Everyone around you got even more comfy. Bucky as well. He moved his head on your lap and smiled as you started to go through his hair as always. Steve and Nat began to cuddle as well. Steve held Nat close to him, her head on his shoulder. They looked happy. Everyone did.

„Aww look at you guys“ Sam giggled as he watched you and Bucky. „Tinman even looks happy!“

„I swear to god birdbrain, I’ll kill you!“ Bucky growled and stared down at Sam.

Sam giggled even more. „Must be cozy up there!“

„Must be lonely down there while everyone around you has someone to cuddle!“ You said to Sam, still running your hands through Buckys hair. „No need to get jealous. I bet Thor likes cuddling too!“

Sams eyes widen as he looked at Thor who wiggled his eyebrows at Sam. „You know, I’m fine.“ For the rest of the movie Sam didn’t dare to comment on you and Bucky cuddling. You finally could enjoy the movie without any disruptions.

The next time you noticed Bucky getting clingy was when you made breakfast for the whole team. Something you usually did alone. This morning, Bucky decided to join you. Not how you imagined though. He was always behind you, his hands on your waist while you tried to make some waffles. You slowly turned around in his arms and looked up at him, cupping his cheeks in your hands. „What’s going on with you?“ You asked him softly slowly stroking his cheek. „Ever since I got back from that mission you wouldn’t leave my side!“

Bucky sighed as he slowly blushed. „I just missed you!“ He told you and pressed his lips on yours so you wouldn’t ask another question he didn’t want to answer. He pushed you against the kitchen counter, his fingers tangled in your hair. „How about we skip breakfast and go back to bed?“ He whispered against you lips softly nibbling on your bottom lip. „I wanna show you how much I missed you!“

Your knees were weak as he whispered against your lips and your cheeks were slowly flushing as you pulled away. „Bucky“ you whimpered softly. Again he kissed you. You were lost in the kiss until you heard someone clearing his throat. Bucky growled as he looked up.

Tony walked up and grinned at the two of you. „In the kitchen?“ He asked and shook his head. „Get a room you two lovebirds!“

Bucky rolled his eyes at him and let go of you, leaning against the kitchen counter. He crossed his arms and looked annoyed at Tony for interrupting you two. „I swear no one here ever heard something about privacy!“ He mumbled as he sat down at the table.

It didn’t take long until everyone else joined him at the table. Wanda gave everyone some coffee while they waited for the waffles. Peter set the table while you got the waffles ready. Bucky almost swallowed his whole waffle, impatiently waiting for you. His leg was shaking as he watched you.

„Are you okay?“ You asked him and looked at him.

„Yeah sure“ he lied at you and tried to smile.

„(Y/N) did Bucky tell you how much he missed you?“ Sam asked and grinned at Bucky. If looks could kill Sam would be dead by now.

„Yeah, he really missed you.“ Steve told you and smiled. „Not one day where he didn’t talk about you.“

You smiled at Bucky as you put your hand on his leg. „Maybe we should leave!“ You whispered in his ear as you grabbed his hand. With a happy grin on his face he followed you, ignoring the others.

[firelord-boomerang]

Ok, I think Zuko comes home with the pet AND gets mad when it stays. Jet might have some reservations but before he could say anything Zuko already tries to 1) get it out of the house again 2) reason with it that feeding it was just a one time thing 3) physically puts the pet out and then has half a mental breakdown when he hears the pitiful sounds it makes. He argues with the pet through the door (or more like he argues with anthropolized version of the sounds it makes in his head) and in the end he caves.

Jet has already prepared a sleeping place for the pet when Zuko opens the door to get it inside again.

anon, you have the most correct take in the world and i love it. your mind is a treasure.

Zuko, after Jet literally told him not to feed the strays if he doesn't want them to come back, feeds the strays just to spite Jet. Now, the poor little puppy is sniffing around the yard pitifully and Zuko snarls, loses his temper, lets the dog in and now is trying to get the flea infested monstrosity out of his goddamn house.

Jet is sitting in a chair chewing on a wheat stalk pointedly not saying I told you so but he doesn't have to. Zuko glares at him anyway and yells at him to actually get off his ass and help him out. Jet declines.

Zuko finally gets the puppy outside again. He locks the door and doesn't look but. He's smug about it because see Jet? I took care of it, no thanks to you!

Then, the howling starts. It's the sad, utterly desolate yowling that shakes Zuko's ironclad resolve. He picks the puppy back up and marches in the house ready to argue with Jet who already laid out a bowl with water and an old blanket on the floor.

"Shut the fuck up," Zuko snarls at Jet. The puppy barks happily. "You too."

"I'm naming her," Jet says.

"Fine."

As soon as he sets the dog down, she scrambles over to Jet who obligingly gives her all the pets she wants. Zuko is angry about it for a whole month but also his phone background is of Jet and the dog, so he can't be too mad about it.

[badassbuchanan]

My Girl

Request: Could you writer some sort of frenemies thing with Bucky where everyone thinks you hate each other but then Loki starts flirting with you and it makes Bucky really jealous??

Warnings: smut; non!con turned fucking sickly sweet, fingering, slut shaming, unprotected sex, doggy, missionary, dirty talk, angst.

Word count: 7968

A/N: I apologise for messing with your hearts like this - I also strayed a bit from the request (sorry anon!) x

“Buchanan, you fucker!” Y/N yelled from across the compound moments before Bucky strutted into the boardroom with a roll of his eyes.

The rest of the team’s head’s turned to follow the loud noise of Y/N yelling, watching the long haired super soldier enter the room with a smug look on his face.

“Not again.” Bruce sighed softly, his head falling into his hand as he prepared himself for another bickering match between Y/N and Bucky. 

“Don’t you walk away from me.” Y/N followed Bucky into the room, her eyes fixed on the back of his head as he casually made his way over to the others. 

“Guys, cut it out.” Tony spoke sternly, trying to control the two avengers who were constantly at each other’s throats. 

“Just wait until you hear what he said.” Y/N looked over at Tony who’s palms were pressed against the edge of the large conference table. He shook his head, looking between the two is disbelief. 

“I don't ca-”

“Don’t be such a baby.” Bucky retaliated to Y/N childishly before Tony could speak. The super soldier slumped down in the empty seat next to Cap, his eyes focused on her from across the room as his elbows rested on the arm rests of the swivel chair. Neither of them cared that they’d bought the whole room into the argument. “All I said was I’d rather take my chances with spider-boy than have Y/N as my partner on a mission.” 

“This is coming from the guy who couldn’t even hold on to a train.” She growled as she pulled out the seat next to Nat, who was smiling an amusement at how well Y/N stood up for herself. Bucky scoffed at her comment, shaking his head as he thought of something to anger her further.

Peter’s face screwed up in shock after realising his name had been mentioned, his arms coming up to cross over his body defensively. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked as a devious smile appear on Bucky’s face. Peter glanced over at Tony for help, but he was too annoyed to care about the youngest avenger’s feelings. 

“It means-” Y/N words were cut off by a loud bang of Tony’s hand hitting the desk. The sound made everyone jolt slightly, the room immediately silencing.

“Enough!” He yelled furiously, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he glared between the bickering pair. “I didn’t call this meeting to hear you two fight. You’re already late, now stop acting like children and listen up.” 

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, trying to stop the laughter that was building up inside of her from hearing Tony yell as she glared over at Bucky.

“Asshole.” She mouthed to Bucky, who was already smirking at the fact that they’d been told off like toddlers. 

“Snitch.” He whispered back cheekily, secretly liking the way he knew it would make her laugh. Bucky liked being the only reason she got frustrated, wound up and tense. But he also liked being the only reason she smiled, laughed and blushed.

Bucky had this hold on Y/N that couldn’t be explained. She’d tried to reason with herself, telling her inner-self it was just her caring nature that made her feel sorry for him, even when he was a complete dick to her. He was constantly doing things to purposely annoy her or to get a reaction. It gave him a thrill. Like a power trip that sent pleasure to his brain. And he took advantage of that any chance he got.

“Now, over the past few weeks the threats from the Beyonders have increased noticeably.” Tony stood up straight, tugging his collar back into place as he clicked the button of the control he was holding. The screen changed, a mathematical graph appearing to prove Tony’s point. 

Y/N chanced a glance over at Bucky, his fingers on each hand intwined as he swivelled lightly in the chair. God, he was so infuriating. There wasn’t a day that went by without him getting on her last nerve. He frustrated her beyond belief. But for some twisted reason, she loved it. 

“Now we don’t know a lot about who they are, what they want or where they came from.” Tony continued, the room dead silent as he flicked to the next slide.

Bucky bit the inside of his lip, a frown appearing on his brows as he zoned out to what Tony was saying. He was bored already, deciding to look down at his metal hand as he wiggled his fingers to amuse himself, studying the mechanics of it.

He felt a pair of eyes burning into him, glancing over to Y/N. A smug smile washed over his face when he noticed her already looking at him. He gave her a quick wink, pouting his lips into a kissing motion as she rolled her eyes. 

“So, we’ve had to call on the help of an old acquaintance.” Tony turned to face the team again, his fingers lightly tapping on the table in front of him as his eyes darted around the room. Luckily by that point, Y/N and Bucky had both turned their eyes back to the spokesman. 

Tony’s tongue quickly darted out to the corner of his mouth, the unknown reaction of the team was making him anxious.

“Excuse me, Mr Stark. Thor and Loki have just landed. Should I send them in?” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice came through the intercom, immediately causing a few murmurs from the team. 

“Loki’s here?” Y/N’s eyes lit up immediately as she looked up at Tony for confirmation. Bucky’s head shot round to where she sat, eyebrows furrowing as he wondered who the hell Loki was and why Y/N was so excited to see him. 

“You called Loki?” Steve almost shot up out of his chair, a look of betrayal on his face as he stared at Tony, waiting for an explanation. “Tony, he is not an acquaintance.” 

The fact that Steve was so put off by the mention of Loki had Bucky even more concerned. If Steve had a problem with him, so did he. Especially since Y/N liked him. As the room grew louder in outbursts of resentment regarding Tony’s decision, so did Bucky’s brain. 

He watched Y/N try and fix her hair subtly, sitting up straighter in her chair as an unusual feeling flooded through him. He wasn't angry, but he sure as hell wasn’t happy. 

The beep of the boardroom door opening quickly silenced the group, Y/N’s head turning to watch the God of Thunder walk into the room. “Hello everyone.” Thor nodded with a sweet smile, pleased to be back with his friends again. “Good to see you all.”

It was almost as if a cold wind engulfed the room as Bucky watched the dark haired, chiseled faced, pale god strut into the room. Bucky’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he felt a wave of overwhelming hate flood through his body. He noticed Loki’s hair was longer than his own. His eyes brighter. His smile wider. His jaw sharper. 

“Greetings, all.” His voice was slicker. He was charismatic. He was charming. He was everything Bucky wasn’t and he fucking hated him. Bucky felt his heartbeat quicken as he watched Loki greet everyone individually, stopping in his tracks as he reached Y/N’s chair. 

She’d turned to face him, her eyes lit up like fireworks as she looked up at the god of mischief who had put his hands over his mouth. “My god,” Loki gasped softly as he pulled his best puppy dog face, leaning his hands on the arms of Y/N chair to get close to her. “Y/N, you look more beautiful every time I see you, my love.” 

Bucky felt his jaw clench so tight he was sure it would break. His hands closed into tight fists as he sat up a little straighter in his chair. He was livid. Livid at the fact that this green-eyed hot shot thought he could waltz in and steal Y/N away from him. Bucky was the only one that made her smile. He was the only one that got to have her attention. 

“Oh, Loki, stop, you’re making me blush.” She giggled softly and wrapped her arms around his neck like they belonged there. Loki turned his face towards her, leaving a gentle kiss on her flushed cheek before he stood back up. Bucky had never made her giggle like that. He’d never kissed her cheek before. He’d spent every damn day with her and he never got her to blush like a little school girl.

“Maybe later you can show me your favourite spots and we can talk about what's changed since I was last here.” Loki spoke softly, taking Y/N’s hand in his as he pulled it against his chest dotingly.

A few snickers broke out from the rest of the team, not surprised one bit at Loki and Y/N’s interaction. Believe it or not, Y/N wasn’t Loki’s biggest fan. She would never actually progress their friendship to anything more than flirting, deep down she didn’t trust him just as much as Steve didn’t. But Y/N did love the attention that Loki gave her. How he treated her like a princess and devoted himself to her every word. She liked how he complimented her and made a fuss. She liked how he made her feel special in a room full of people.

But all that Bucky saw unravelling in front of his eyes was the start of one of those soppy rom-coms that he despised. “We have training later, Y/N.” His words came out a lot more aggressive than he originally intended. 

The whole room’s attention turned to him, straight faced and stiffened body. Loki stood up straight as a glimmer shone in his eyes. He noticed how on edge the super soldier looked.

“Yeah, we’ll still have time to train, Bucky.” She spoke with a level of concern, noticing the unusual seriousness on Bucky’s face. “I wouldn’t skip on the opportunity to kick your ass.” She smirked, face immediately dropping as she watched Bucky quickly divert his eyes away, not entertaining her with his usual sarcastic response.

“Bucky?” Loki’s voice was low as thoughts flew through his brain at a million miles per hour. He smiled deviously, eyes squinting as his heart jumped at the chance to cause mischief. “James Buchanan Barnes. The winter soldier.” 

Bucky clenched his jaw again as his eyes flickered up to Loki before back to the table, he could feel his anger bubbling over. Loki had been getting under his skin ever since he walked through the damn door. 

“Hydra’s most successful experiment, their deadliest weapon.” Loki made a quick move around the table to stand in front of Bucky, his eyes widening with excitement as he held his hand out in front of him. “May I say what a pleasure it is to meet you.”

Steve noticed Bucky’s metal hand grip tightly around the arm of his chair as he politely lifted his flesh arm to quickly shake Loki’s hand. Bucky smiled as he momentarily looked up at the long haired god, using all of his will power to stay calm. 

“How did it feel to know how many people you killed once you got your mind back?” Loki’s words were slow and full of deviance as Bucky’s metal arm began whirring into action. 

Y/N watched worriedly, she annoyed the crap out of Bucky all the time, but she’d never seen him so angry. Her heart sunk as she watched Bucky’s eyes darken, a soft, lost look on his face that disappeared so quick she almost thought she’d imagined it.

Steve’s eyes widened as he watched the event unfold. “I think that’s enough chit chat, Loki.” He spoke sternly, Loki’s eyes immediately glancing over to Steve. He knew the fact that Steve had to step in meant he’d done a good job of infuriating Bucky. “Why don’t you just get on with what you came here to do.” 

Loki stayed silent, pleased with his work as he flickered quick a smile, striding back up to the front of the room where Tony stood. 

“The Beyonders are a race of extra-dimensional entities powerful enough to collect planets.” Loki went straight into ‘business mode’, his charismatic nature immediately made most of the room forget what he’d just said to Bucky.

But Steve was concerned, and embarrassingly enough, so was Y/N. Yes, she loved to aggravate Bucky, wind him up until he was chasing her down the hallway or whining at her to stop being a brat. But it was never to hurt him, she made sure of that. Not like what Loki had just done. She tried to silently get his attention by glancing over at him every now and then, but Bucky’s eyes didn’t budge from the table. 

“Their nature is so alien that they are unable to leave their own dimension and for millennia were never observed by any being of the Earth dimension.” Loki continued to teach the team about the threat they were facing, the room silent as mostly everyone paid attention. “To interact with the Earth dimension they must operate through agents.”

“So basically, what Loki is saying is, it’s not just one race we’re up against here. It’s gunna be a big ass battle.” Tony interjected Loki’s speech, he’d read the room enough to know he’d lost the attention of three of his avengers already. There was no need for this to continue. “That’s all you need to know for now. We’ll regroup tomorrow for another meeting. Thank you, Loki.” 

The team stood up, casually making their way out of the room after Tony had ended the meeting. Y/N lagged behind, watching Steve and Sam mumbling something incoherent to Bucky.

By the looks of things he didn’t want to listen to what they had to say, the long haired super soldier pushed past his oldest friend with a frown on his face, not lifting his eyes even once as he left the room.

Y/N sighed as she watched Bucky storm out of the room, she’d never seen him act out so much, he was always so internal with his emotions. She didn’t like the way Loki brought up Bucky’s past in front of everyone like that. She almost felt protective over Bucky, like she was the only one who should be able to tease him about that kind of stuff.

The look on Bucky’s face when Loki had mentioned the Winter Soldier’s assassinations made Y/N’s heart ache. It was as if everything came flooding back to him in an instant, like a bad dream he couldn’t wake up from. 

Y/N and Bucky had never discussed such personal things, no way. She didn’t know that he suffered from PTSD, flashbacks and social anxiety. She didn’t know about the nights he lay awake haunted by his past. All she saw was a grumpy looking soldier who only smiled when he was making fun of her.

“Darling,” Loki’s sudden call to her knocked Y/N out of her thoughts. Her head was forced to turn to the side by the god of mischief, whose hands were on her shoulders. He smiled down at her dotingly, eyes bright as he fed her attention-needy ego. “What do you say we make the most of this alone time we’ve been so generously given, hm?”

She smiled softly up at him, although her eyes were glazed over as her mind wandered off again. “Sorry Loki, but I should go and get ready for training.” Her voice was monotone and quiet as she suddenly wasn’t so interested in the attention of the man in front of her. 

She left the room and wandered through the compound, stopping in her tracks when she saw Sam, Steve and Nat talking in the kitchen. “Hey, Steve.” Y/N called out, confused as to why she was suddenly so concerned about the metal armed man. 

As all three of the avenger’s heads turned to where she was standing, Y/N began second guessing her decision to ask if Bucky was okay. She hated Bucky, he annoyed the shit out of her. Even if she asked, the team would just think she was asking to make sure he wasn’t okay. What if they thought she’d take Loki’s side? Or worse. What if they thought she’d set Loki up to hurt Bucky? Even worse than that. What if Bucky thought Y/N had set Loki up to hurt him? 

“Never mind.” She sighed as she bit the inside of her lip, continuing her walk through the compound until she reached her room. 

She quickly changed into a red sports bra with navy detailing and leggings to match. She looked in the mirror after tying her training shoes and tied her hair into a high pony tail. She turned around, shamelessly checking out her ass before making her way down to the training room. 

She waited for a whole half an hour for Bucky to show, but he never did. She stood up from where she’d eventually laid down on the rubber floor mat, she couldn’t help but feel guilty about what had happened earlier. Bucky obviously blamed her, why else wouldn’t he show? He’d never been late before. 

“He didn’t show, huh?” Y/N glanced up as Steve walked into the room, tight grey top and black shorts. 

She shook her head, lifting her arms to tighten her pony tail before placing her hands on her hips. “Any idea where he is?” 

“In his room.” Steve shrugged, knowing that’s where Bucky spent most of his time. He started throwing controlled practice punches at the punching bag in front of him, stopping as he watched Y/N walk towards the door. “Maybe take it easy on him. I know he can annoy you sometimes but, I just think he’s having a bad day.” 

She couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as she turned back to face Steve, he really thought she was going to yell at him for not showing up to training. She couldn’t blame him for thinking that, any other day and that's probably exactly what she would’ve done. “Loki was really out of line earlier, I actually just want to make sure Bucky’s okay.” 

Steve smiled proudly at her from where he was taping up his hands, nodding slightly as if he were giving her the ‘go ahead’. There weren’t many people, even living in the compound, that would be willing to go out of their way to make sure Bucky was okay. It was partly his own fault, he was very stand-offish. 

“Come in.” Y/N was surprised when she heard Bucky’s voice call out from beyond the door after she’d knocked. Honestly, she wasn’t expecting a response. 

She opened the door slowly, noticing his neatly kept room with minimal belongings. She looked over Bucky who was standing by the foot of his bed, he was wearing different clothes from earlier. That, his slicked back hair and the scent of peppermint told Y/N that he’d just had a shower. 

“What do you want?” Bucky mumbled bluntly, turning his back to her as he walked over to his desk to grab a newspaper. Y/N shut the door behind her quietly, watching as he glared at her before diverting his eyes away. He rubbed his face in his hand, sighing out of frustration when she didn’t answer. “I said what do you want?” 

“Woah, at ease soldier.” She chuckled lightly, trying to make a joke to calm her nerves. She’d never been in Bucky’s room before. She’d never genuinely asked him about his feelings. She had no clue how he’d react. What if he made fun of her? “So this is why you bailed on our training, huh?” She smiled softly, pointing at the newspaper in his hand. 

“I’m surprised you even noticed I wasn’t there.” Bucky scoffed out spitefully, referring to Loki asking to spend time with her. 

“Of course I noticed.” Y/N frowned in confusion, watching Bucky roll his eyes as he slammed the newspaper back on the table. 

“Why? Because you and your boyfriend didn’t have anyone to make fun of?” Bucky raised his voice, eyes squinting in anger as glared at her from where he stood. “Is that why you’re here now, hm? Didn’t get enough time to piss me off earlier? Or do you just wanna see how far you can push me before I snap?”

“Loki is not my boyfriend.” She screwed her face up, raising her voice to match his as she waved her hands in the air.

“Yeah, well, you suit each other.” Bucky snapped back sarcastically, a deep crease between his eyebrows formed as he frowned. 

Y/N clenched her jaw, a burning heat rising up in her as her anger took control. “I came here to make sure you were okay, asshole!” She yelled furiously back at him, crossing her arms defensively.

“Oh yeah? Since when do you care about me?” Bucky spoke sarcastically, leaning his shoulder against the wall as he crossed his arms and waited for her response.

“Believe it or not, Bucky, some of us do care about you!” She snapped back at his sarcasm, her chest heaving with fury as she watched him immediately jolt off of the wall. “Normal people care about people other than themselves.”

“And I don’t?” His voice lowered drastically, he started walking towards her as if she were his prey. “Why? Because I have no feelings?” He clenched his fists by his sides, watching her press her back against the door as he stalked closer.

“I don’t know! No one knows what goes on in that cyborg brain of yours!” She argued, agrivated that she had tried to do the right thing by coming to see him, but his stubbornness was causing an argument.

“So that’s how you see me, huh? A robot with no emotion? An empty vessel? A killing machine?” Y/N gasped as Bucky’s metal hand tightened around her throat, pushing her head back against the door harshly. Her eyes widened innocently, trying to regain her breath as his face came square with hers. “You don’t know shit about me. About the constant fucking torture inside my head.”

“You didn’t kill those people, Bucky, it was Hydra. I saw the way you looked like a scared little puppy when Loki mentioned the-“

“The what?” Bucky growled huskily, keeping her head in place as his eyes stared into hers. He watched her pupils dialate as he squeezed the sides of her neck with his metal fingers.

His heart had stopped for a moment when she’d told him that Hydra was the one she blamed for what he’d done. He didn’t expect anyone to think that way, especially not her. A wave of emotion flooded through him, not jealously this time, but...what? Whatever it was, it caused butterflies in his tummy.

Bucky felt his cock twitch slightly at the sight of her submitting it him, for once in her life not fighting him. “The winter soldier?” Bucky whispered into her ear, Y/N’s eyes closing as she started to feel her pussy tingle. “Is that what this is all about? You wanna meet him? Wanna see me turn into a monster? Watch the light disappear from my eyes as I fucking destroy you?”

She couldn’t explain why his threats turned her on, all she knew was that she’d never been so aroused in her life. Her chest was heaving as he whispered in her ear, her panties flooding as his metal arm choked her.

The look she gave Bucky sent his head into a spin. She looked so helpless and innocent beneath his hand, but there was a hint of desire in her eyes. She wanted him, she wanted to please him, she wanted him to take whatever he wanted from her.

“You don’t scare me.” She whimpered softly, her lips parting as she tried to breathe. Bucky’s eyes flickered over her lips as an uncontrollable urge to kiss her washed over him.

“Still so mouthy.” He shook his head with a tut, their lips almost touching as he jolted his hand, pushing her head against the wall with more force. She let out a small cry. “You know there are other ways to get attention, baby.”

Y/N’s arousal was soaking through the material covering her crotch, her pebbled nipples rubbing against her sports bra. “Well it’s not my fault you’re always pissing me off.” She whispered bravely, her eyes fixed on his which had grown noticeably darker.

“Oh?” Bucky arched his eyebrow, tilting his head back slightly to assert his dominance. “You don’t like when I wind you up? When I say things to purposely get you to snap?” He leaned his head down, his lips tickling the delicate skin just behind where his fingers finished pressing into her neck. 

Y/N listened closely to his words, realising that Bucky hadn’t been treating her that way because he hated her. He hadn’t been constantly on at her because he didn’t get along with her. In fact, he did it because he knew exactly what she liked. Exactly what kind of interactions she thrived off of. The kind that would always bring her back for more. 

Bucky took her silence as an agreement, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued kissing her neck softly. “I know exactly what gets you going, don’t I?” He continued, finally letting go of her neck as his metal arm trailed down her chest. 

Y/N let out a shaky breath as her throat was now unrestricted, her eyes dropping to where his hand was on her. Bucky’s flesh palm was planted firmly on the wall next to her head, trapping her there. 

“Is that why you’re always so frustrated around me? Hm? Constantly coming back for more?” He kissed her cheek, almost affectionately as he watched her squirm under his touch. “Such a needy little attention whore.” 

She didn’t bite back, her head lifted to lean against the wall, her thighs desperately rubbing together to relieve some of the tension building between her thighs. She liked it.

Bucky chuckled deeply, looking down at where his fingers had dropped to play with the waistband of her exercise leggings. He hooked the tips of his metal fingers inside, entertaining himself as he looked back up at her. “Tell me honestly, baby, whose attention do you crave most?” 

“Yours.” She whimpered desperately, not even taking a moment to think. His lips ghosted over hers, his eyes big and innocent as he brushed their noses together. 

“Not that green goblin who calls himself a god?” Bucky tested as he stepped closer, their bodies touching as his hand pressed against her lower stomach. She whimpered at the feeling of his cold metal fingers on her bare skin, so close to where she needed him most. 

“No.” She submitted to him instantly, shaking her head as Bucky slowly pushed his hand further down into her pants. 

He stopped when he reached the band of her panties, a loud gulp erupted from Y/N’s throat as Bucky teased her even more. “You sure? S’not too late to go running back to him.” 

“No, Bucky, I want you.” She breathed out shakily, almost crying in frustration as Bucky licked his lips, her words were like music to his ears. Her hand came down to rest on his lower tummy, feeling his muscles through the thin material of his t-shirt. 

“Why, Y/N?” He growled as their breaths hit each others lips, she clawed softly at his stomach, overwhelmed with pleasure before he’d even begun. “Tell me why you want me and not him.” 

She felt exhausted, like her body could collapse at any moment. She was in a euphoric state from his light touches and words alone. She looked down at his lips, her eyes half shut as she grabbed hold of his metal wrist, pushing his hand down into her panties. 

Y/N let out a soft moan as his metal fingers slipped between her slick folds, her head hitting the wall with a thud. She looked up at Bucky, watching his eyes fall to where his hand disappeared into her leggings. His brows were furrowed in a frown, his mouth slightly hung open as he slipped his fingers deeper into her. “Because only you make me wet.” 

Bucky lost control, pushing his lips against hers in a desperate kiss as two of his metal fingers slipped into her hole. Y/N moaned into the kiss, her hand flying up to hold the back of his neck, pulling him down harder onto her lips. If only he’d known. If only he’d known that every cocky remark, every teasing comment left her this wet. 

“God, if Id’ve known all it took to shut you up was my fingers in your wet little hole I would’ve fucked you a long time ago.” Bucky chuckled darkly, his words were condescending. He pushed his tongue between her lips, a growl escaping his throat as she sucked on his warm muscle. 

His fingers moved in and out of her aching pussy, his whole hand drenched in her arousal. Y/N whimpered when he curled his fingers inside of her, hitting a spot of pleasure that she didn't know was there. 

“Bucky.” She moaned against his lips, her hips bucking into his hand as his thumb moved to rub her throbbing clit. She tugged on his hair, her arms resting on his shoulders as she steadied herself. 

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” He asked smugly, tilting his head before pressing their lips together sensually. “You wanna cum all over metal hand, you horny little slut.” 

“Yeah.” She whimpered out breathlessly, sucking on his top lip as she rocked her hips against his hand, pushing them further inside of her. “Make me cum, please, Bucky.” 

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this, you hear me?” Bucky growled into her mouth, biting down on her lip hard enough to hurt. He felt Y/N’s hips rut against his hand again, a smile appearing on his lips as he felt how desperate she was. 

She whimpered, her back arching off of the wall as she rolled her hips toward him. She looked up into his eyes innocently, like he was the only person in the world.

Bucky felt his cock pressing harshly against the material of his track pants, desperate for attention. He watched her bounce on his fingers, her hand moving from his shoulder to pull the tight material of her sports bra over her tits, letting them bounce freely.

Bucky’s eyes darkened at the sight of her boobs, his fingers speeding up inside her tight pussy as he met every movement of her hips. “Fuck yourself on my hand, just like that, make yourself cum.”

Her thighs clenched around his hand, controlling his movements as she clung to his wrist, fucking herself on his hand just like he’d told her to. “Shit, Bucky.”

Y/N clenched rapidly around his metal fingers, his thumb harshly pressed against her sensitive nub as she felt her orgasm taking over.

She leaned in to press her lips against his, hoping to muffle the moans, but Bucky was too fast. He moved his head out of reach, smiling down at her deviously as she came.

Her moans filled the room, her nails digging in to his shoulder as she bucked her hips unrhythmatically into his palm. “Fuck.” She whimpered as she clung to his chest, trying to calm down from the overwhelming sensation.

Bucky pulled his fingers out of her before she could even catch a breath, little moans escaping her lips as she watched him suck his fingers soaked in her juices.

“Shit.” He breathed heavily as he looked down at where his fingers had just been, a noticble wet patch covering the material of her leggings. “You’re so fucking wet, soaked right through your leggings.”

Y/N whimpered in response, tugging his metal hand down to her mouth as she sucked on his fingers. Bucky clenched his jaw as he watched her submissively take his fingers, her soft plump lips wrapping around them.

“Bucky,” she breathed shakily as he pulled his fingers from her mouth to hold her hips. She wrapped her hands around his biceps as she pulled body against hers. “I want you to fuck me.”

He smiled darkly at her desperate state, his cock throbbing as he tilted his head to the side. “It’s gunna hurt.” He chuckled, enjoying the thought of impaling her on his cock. 

“Good,” She pouted as she ran her hands down his muscular form, desperate to feel his cock in her hand. “I want it to hurt.”

Bucky immediately caught on to what she was doing, his hands quickly moving to grab her wrists tightly. He skilfully used his strength to spin her around, her exposed chest pressing hard against the wall as he held her hands behind the small of her back.

Y/N let out a small cry, his body pressed tightly against her back. She felt the outline of his cock pressing against her ass cheek as she ground back into him. 

“Don’t you dare try and take control.” Bucky growled deeply, his head dropping as he watched his bulge rub against her. 

Bucky groaned at the feeling, he let go of her wrists, her palms moving to press against the wall. His hands quickly moved to pull the waistband of her leggings and panties down to free her ass. 

He gulped loudly as he watched the wetness pool down onto her panties. Bucky had to stop himself from dropping to his knees and fucking her with his tongue. 

“Come on Bucky,” Y/N whined desperately as she kicked her bottoms off the rest of the way, almost crying out of frustration. “Don’t you wanna fuck the brat out of me?” She turned her head to look at him, biting her lip as she watched him tugging on his cock that he’d pulled out of the confinements of his pants. 

He was huge. Her lips parted in a gasp as she took in the beauty of his cock. She had to stop herself from turning around and sucking him off. Bucky lifted his flesh hand up to her mouth, watching as she obediently licked a strip up his palm with her tongue. 

Bucky looked her almost naked form up and down, moving his wet hand to lubricate his cock as he tugged himself off. “God, you make me so wet, Bucky.” She moaned sensually, spreading her legs a little wider as she felt her juices running down the inside of her thigh. 

He closed his eyes, letting his metal fingers dig into her hip as he positioned himself behind her, lining his tip up with her dripping heat. He bit his lip, forcing his cock into her tight walls as she moaned like a pornstar for him.

“Oh, yes.” She screamed at the feeling of his thick length stretching her pussy. “Fuck, Bucky.” She felt his cock twitch inside of her, encouraging her to moan louder. She closed her eyes, leaning her cheek against the cold wall as she tried to adjust to his monstrous size. 

“Good girl, let everyone know who you belong to.” Bucky moaned as he stilled, fully sheathed inside of her. Her pussy clenched around him, hugging his thick shaft trying to milk him of his cum. 

“You’re so big.” She whimpered submissively, trying to stop her hips from jolting to get used to his cock throbbing inside of her. Bucky could tell that she was already fucked out, his cock was too much for her to take. But for once, she wasn’t answering him back or being a pain in his ass. She was begging him. 

Bucky bit down on his bottom lip as he suddenly began moving his hips in and out of her, the action easy because of how wet she was. He held her hips in place as she cried out, still trying to adjust to his size. Her tits bounced as she lost control of her body, pushing her palm harder against the wall as she steadied herself. 

“No, Bucky, wait.” She whimpered, moving her other hand back to push his hip back, needing a little more time to adjust. A dull ache took over her pussy as he fucked her relentlessly, easily fighting against where her hand was pushing him away. 

“You said you wanted it to hurt.” He growled dominantly, pulling her hips back against his cock as he fucked into her, treating her like his own little sex doll. His cock twitched at the sound of her erotic moans filling the room loudly, a grunt erupting from his lips as he watched his cock disappear into her pussy. 

Her clit throbbed with pleasure, her ass being pulled back harshly against his skin. Slapping sounds grew louder with her pussy still dripping with arousal, his cock easily slipping in and out of her. 

“I do,” She breathed heavily, her head spinning with pleasure as she dropped her hand from his hip, the feeling of needing to help him feel better overwhelming her senses. “Take it all out on me, Buck.” 

His hips didn’t let up, fucking deep into her as he felt a different feeling flow through his body. He looked at the girl in front of him, so ready to help him fuck away his problems. So ready to help him, where most people would’ve run.

Bucky’s heart felt like mush, a moan leaving his lips as Y/N arched her back into his touch. He moved his body forward to press his chest flush against her back, his metal hand pressing into the wall.

He’d pushed his cock deeper into her with the new angle, another loud moan of his name escaping her lips as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.

Bucky felt her pussy clenching around him again, his flesh arm wrapping around her chest to hug her tighter against him. She started circling her hips on his cock, a deep growl came from his chest as he fucked her.

“Did you mean it?” He whispered into her ear, fucking deep inside of her as he made her moan for him. She whimpered softly, her eyes closing in pure bliss as she felt his cock pressing against her cervix. 

She turned her head towards him, her eyes darkened and fucked out as she looked at his face. His stubble scratched her cheek, his eyes glistening in the dull light of the room. He waited for an answer for what seemed like a lifetime, his thrusts getting rougher as he clenched his thighs. 

“Did you mean it?” He repeated the question, feeling his balls slapping against her skin. Y/N looked up into his eyes, noticing the softness in them which wasn’t there before. “Did you mean it when you said you’re not scared of me?”

A warm feeling flooded Y/N’s heart as she saw that look again - the scared puppy look that she’d seen when Loki mentioned the winter soldier. Her chest tightened around itself, the pain in his eyes was so deep it almost hurt her to see. 

“Yes,” She nodded softly, her hand moving to play with his hair as she watched Bucky’s eyes flicker down to her lips. “Of course I meant it.” Her eyebrows raised, almost to confirm her sincerity as she pressed her lips to his. 

Bucky sighed in relief as he felt her lips against his, embarrassingly too shy to do it himself. He deepened his thrusts, hugging her body as he fucked up into her. But now it was more than fucking, it was like they were connected on a completely different level. Like they understood each other more than anyone else would ever understand them. Y/N had never seen this side of him before and it was making her fall in love. and that scared her.

She pushed her ass back against him, moaning into the kiss as she felt his cock twitching inside her walls. She knew she was close, her clit tingling at the full feeling of his length fucking her. Bucky knew it too, he felt the way she was squeezing around him. 

He felt an overwhelming amount of emotion coursing through his veins, his heart almost beating out of his chest as he slid his cock out of her. Before she could protest, Bucky spun Y/N to face him, his chest heaving as she pressed her hand against his peck. 

“Do you think you could ever love me?” He nudged her nose with his, looking down at the floor as he breathed shakily. Her eyes saddened at his vulnerability, wondering how many times that thought had crossed his mind, thinking the answer was no. “Do you think anyone could ever love me?” 

“God, you’re such a fucking idiot sometimes, Barnes.” She sighed with a sad smile, a little chuckle escaping her lips as Bucky looked up at her eyes in a moment of bravery. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his automatically move to hold her hips. She felt his throbbing cock against her crotch, ignoring the sexual desire as she focused on taking care of his feelings. “Of course I love you.” She admitted shyly, the flush on her cheeks not just from the raw fucking. 

Bucky tried to control the smile from beaming on his face, but he failed miserably. She looked up at the handsome soldier, her heart skipping a beat knowing she was the reason for his happiness. “Why else do you think I constantly bug you? Or instantly forgive you for all the things you do to make me mad, hm?” She played with his hair as Bucky licked his lips, admiring her through hooded eyes. 

She squealed as Bucky suddenly pressed his lips against hers deeply, giggling like a little school girl as he picked her up by her thighs. Bucky’s heart fluttered at the sound of her laughing, her hand cupping his stubble-covered face as she tilted her head into the kiss. 

Bucky turned them around, walking them over to his bed as he flicked his tongue between her parted lips. She moaned into the kiss, feeling herself falling before her back landed on the soft mattress. 

She opened her eyes when Bucky took his lips away, a small pouty smile on her lips as she watched him lifting his shirt over his head. She ran her hand down his bare chest as Bucky threw the material to the floor. 

Y/N took the opportunity to lift her sports bra the rest of the way off, letting it join Bucky’s t-shirt. He sat up between her legs, admiring her now fully naked form as he tugged his tracksuit pants off. 

Bucky hovered back over her, his hands coming to rest either side of her head as he followed her eyes to where his metal arm fused with his skin. He gulped loudly as her hand came up towards the modification, her eyes meeting his to ask for permission. 

Bucky nodded nervously, still in slight disbelief that she hadn’t run away yet. He felt her soft fingers trace the frame of the metal shoulder, following the boarder which connected to his flesh. His heart skipped a beat as she watched a soft smile cover her face, moving her eyes back up to meet his. “It’s so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” He smiled down at her bashfully, moving his hand to grab hold of hers as he leaned down towards her lips. 

“My goodness, did I just hear old man Barnes call me-” 

He cut off her sass with a kiss, a chuckle erupting from both of them as he shook his head. “Don’t ruin the moment.” She scrunched his face up with a smile, looking down at her dotingly. 

“Sorry.” She giggled cheekily, wrapping her thighs around his hips as she pulled him closer. Her nails scratched lightly down his back as she lifted her head to kiss him again. 

Bucky groaned, feeling his cock rub against her pussy lips. A moan escaped Y/N’s lips as she tugged on his hair, feeling his cock pushing back inside her. 

“Fuck.” She let out in a whimper, her eyes big and innocent as she felt him bottom out inside of her. She tilted her head to the side, her other hand holding his chest as she deepened the kiss. 

Bucky started fucking her deep and slow, feeling every clench of her needy pussy. He breathed heavily through his nose, short grunts vibrating in his throat as he twitched inside of her. 

“Y/N,” He moaned deeply, letting their lips brush against each other as her breath tickled his face. “I love you.” He clenched his jaw as he felt his orgasm approaching fast. 

Her tits bounced against his chest, her back arching at the feeling of him filling her sweet cunt with his cock. “I love you, Buck.” She let out with a cry, Bucky’s skin rubbing her throbbing clit as her thighs clenched around his body, a wave of euphoria erupted through her body. 

“Oh, Bucky.” Her hips erratically bucked up to meet his, her pussy pulsing around him as she came. Her nails dug harder into his back, leaving imprints that would at least last a day. 

“Fuck.” Bucky moaned into her neck, his brows furrowing into a frown as he muffled his grunts against her skin. The feeling of her coming on top of him had Bucky’s hands gripping tightly at the bedsheets. “I’m gunna cum.” 

“Bucky,” She whimpered shyly, rubbing the back of his neck soothingly as she hugged him close, rolling her hips onto his. “Can you cum inside me?” 

“You want me to?” He groaned softly, trying to stop himself from cumming so soon, but the feeling of her was too good. 

“Please.” She nodded as Bucky turned his head to look at her, hovering his lips against hers for a second before pressing them against his passionately. He felt his orgasm hit, his hips rutting into her as he filled her with his cum. 

Y/N looked down at where their bodies were connected, watching his cock slide into her overstimulated pussy as he rode out his high. She whimpered softly as she rubbed his shoulder soothingly, his softening cock slipping out of her. 

Bucky looked down too, both watching as his cum dribbled out of her pussy. He smiled proudly before looking back up at her, tracing his finger over her cheek lightly. “Guess the team will be happy that this means our constant bickering will stop.” Bucky chuckled sweetly, looking down at her face. 

“What does this mean?” She prodded him lightly with her finger, smiling up at him as she admired his gorgeous eyes. 

“It means you’re my girl.” He mumbled before kissing her lips softly. 

“Do I get a say in this at all?” She faked a shocked look and giggled in amusement, watching the cheeky smile appear on his face. 

Bucky shook his head before kissing her again. “No.” He smiled softly, the feeling of pure happiness making him kiss her over and over.

“Okay, fine, I’ll be your girl.” She let out a fake sigh of exasperation, her heart thudding against her chest like she’d never felt before. “But I just have one question.” 

“Okay.” Bucky dragged out the word suspiciously, sitting up on his knees as he rubbed the tops of her thighs. 

“Do you honestly think me being your girlfriend means I’m not gunna still constantly annoy the shit out of you?” She let out lowly with a smirk, watching Bucky groan dramatically as he dropped down next to her on the bed, a huge smile on his face.

He knew she was right, but he didn't mind at all. In fact, he never minded before anyway.

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Hello can i request an angsty Mikey x Reader fic? He broke up with her after the disbandment of Toman and after years of depression and closing off her heart, she learned to love someone again and is now getting married to our pretty boy Inupi. imagine the future Mikey wants but wont ever happen.

What it meant to be you

Author’s note 📝: I will write this in Mikey’s perspective...and also add a little fun twist, hope you don’t mind anon~

Tags : Heartbreak! 2k+ words, hurt w/ no comfort, possessive behavior and more

Warnings ⚠️: $uiside attemps, curse words, psychological torture for Mikey, Angst!

“Can you leave? You’re bothering me.”

“Just stop bothering and go!”

“I don’t need it! God, why are you so stubborn…”

I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it.

“M-mikey...what do you mean...this is a joke right? I- i”

Your voice haunted me every single day, interrupted my dreams every single night…

“Mikey please!”

Please… I desperately wanted you as well. I wanted to shout, yell or even just tell you how much you mean to me. But I love you too much to put you through that.

“I f*cking hate you. You’re such a goddamn nuisance.”

The day Toman ended, the night where I saw everything happen right before my eyes. The meeting after, not even lasting a whole 5 minutes.

Trust me when I say it hurt far more for me when I told you those words. It hurt me to see your face etched in pain like that. To see you so broken just because of a no-good man like me…

So, how have you been? I don’t know about you, but it still feels like I'm stuck in time...Do you get what I mean? Of course not, Who am I kidding? Someone like you knows how to get through something like this.

Someone like you who leashed a wild dog like me is strong enough to get past the thorn in the bush that I am.

...But I can’t lie...I want you to only want me, I want to see you hurting like me...It’s selfish...No, it’s the worst possible thought I could have, I don’t even deserve to have such beautiful memories with you…

But, the only thing keeping me going is the fact that I had spent time with a beauty like you. The slight hope that you’ll be looking forward to meeting me again like I had with you. That we could still have the future you had once told me.

“Mikey….”

*crush*

Huh? Oh.

You’re getting married? ...How fun…

Tears slid down continuously down the male’s face. Though he didn’t notice. Sanzu glanced at his leader in worry. Wondering just what he should do. He was about to approach him when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m fine. Stay here. Don’t follow me.” I tried to speak as nonchalantly as I can, though even I wouldn’t believe myself right now.

I left the room without another word.

“Leave him be, Sanzu!” Koko exclaimed.

“Do you realize just how unstable he is right now? For all we know he might go on a killing spree...that’ll be hell for us to handle” Rindou complained, though when he looked at his older brother he shut up.

“Just let the adult do his thing. Look for him tomorrow, let him have a night to himself.” Ran spoke to the rest, hands in his pocket as he turned to leave.

‘I must be going crazy.’ I looked at nothing in particular but the vast infinite space before my eyes.

'I- I’m happy- damn it. I’m not happy at all.' I don’t want you to get married, I don’t want you to leave me. I want to go back to the time where we were happy, when we were stupid and young kids who were ruining their futures.

“...How could you live so happily without me?..How dare you...pfft- agh...how dare I try to corrupt the memories you left me…”  The young lad cried and laughed  at the same time. If anyone else had the pleasure of seeing this broken Mikey, they wouldn’t even believe it.

I stood up, savoring the rushing wind that was threatening to make me lose my balance. Jokes on the world though, that was my whole plan.

I jumped.

‘...Did it work? Did I do it right?’

What the…

I saw myself back at least 10 years ago...I remembered this day. This was the day I ruined my life without a single thought.

“I f*cking hate you. You’re such a goddamn nuisance.”

Did I always have such a cruel tone? Is that even me? Why did I look so cold…

‘You can’t be serious, Mikey…’ I heard someone say. I looked behind me in alarm. Only to be met with the dark opaque space that was similar to the night sky.

‘That was y/n right? That was her!’ “Y/n!!!”

‘I love you….I love you….I love you so much’ I heard her voice begging. What the hell? I don’t remember her saying that?

I’m pretty sure If I heard her say that, it would have changed everything. I would’ve come running back to you that second or the day after.

‘You selfish manipulative little- I hate you so much…’ I heard her utter.

I see…

This is hell, I'm paying for my sins aren’t I?

By watching what you had to go through...this was the price.

It’s not like I didn’t see this coming. I smiled to myself, If hell meant I could keep seeing you, then this would be heaven itself.

‘...We planned our future together didn’t we? You told me you’d marry me, have 10 kids where you’d name each one Mikey jr.’

‘Nevermind. This is hell.’

It hurt. Having to see you cry for me so pathetically, having to sleep on the floor from exhaustion….

It hurt seeing you cry for me every single day for a whole month...It hurt me to see you this devastated over me, an *ssh*le who didn’t even treat you right.

It hurt so f*cking bad seeing you end up in a ditch similar to myself.

‘You’re getting thinner and thinner by the day…’ I watched you inspect yourself in the mirror. Grabbing a familiar hoodie in your closet before you sniffled into it. Sobbing directly into it.

‘That was my hoodie right? The one I wrapped around you on the first date? F*ck’ I hid myself into the nearest corner I could find. Not much can be found in this dark room. I had nowhere to go, everyday I could feel myself losing just about what was left of my sanity, if there even was something left.

“You have to go to school at least one of these days, sweetie” Your mother, who was outside of your room knocked.

‘She’s right...you have to get an education if you want to be successful like you always wanted...What a hypocrite, Mikey.’

‘Mikey...manjiro, how long has it been? It’s been a year hasn’t it? I worry about you so much.’

‘How flattering...has it been a year? You do look a little taller… That means you’ve thought about me every single day then didn’t you? I’m glad.’

‘I heard from Draken you made another gang...I hope you won’t be in so much danger...Who am I kidding you love getting into fights anyways.

‘Draken always had a loose mouth at times...I only loved fighting because you were there to patch me up’

‘Did you forget about me? I’ve been waiting for you, you know? If I see you cheating on me with other girls, even the new gang you’ve been leading wouldn’t be able to stop me’

‘I’d never do that to you...’

‘Mikey, Mitsuya just bought an apartment from pah-chin...He’s on his way to live his dream? Are you happy where you are? I hope you are…..I still can’t get over you.

“Mitsuya was always the best in fixing stuff for us… He stood silent, not wanting to reply to the next stream of words that you thought.

“Manjirou! Just come back please…”

‘Shut up...this was for the best..’

“I miss you so much...you d*ckhead! You promised me!”

‘Shut up, shut up, shut up, just stop.’ He covered his ears with his hands that were shaking tremendously.

“You promised me we’d live and grow old together! Just come back please!”

“STOP JUST STOP IT! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” Mikey screamed into oblivion, his screams and screeches for help so raw and painful that there was no doubt he had damaged his vocal box in one minute.

“...Inui?” He asked himself, seeing the blonde male comfort you in a way that he knew nobody else could.

‘No...no, no, no.’ He repeated, having no more energy left.

He watched as your relationship with Inui progressed every single day. He wondered if he could have done the things Inui did, he wondered if he could look at you so lovingly every time. He wondered if he could be the man you had desperately wanted him to be.

Laying down in the dark, he watched the future you could have with Inui...your children...your grandchildren..until you both died happily in each other’s arms.

He watched it all…

He had no more energy left to even mumble a few words. But tears had miraculously managed to escape his eyes one last time. He closed his eyes, awaiting for what was next.

“....Huh?” It- it’s white?” The room was white? What kind of psychological torture- Sanzu?

“Oi...OI OI! MIKEY OPENED HIS EYES CALL A DOCTOR!!” He heard someone shout, he weakly opened his eyes, taking a look around before he was faced with Sanzu’s obnoxious gaze. But this time, he was more than happy to see him again.

“Mikey, Mikey are you ok?”

‘I’m better than ok...wait- I’m not dead?’

The room he was currently in was in total chaos.

“Mikey, what the hell happened to you last night? Somebody found you in alleyway...Ran was investigating but there was no f*cking clue?”

‘Last night? What? It’s only been a day? T-then It was still the day before your wedding…’

“....Sanzu…”

“Yeah?”

“Get me out of here.”

The real Takemitchy clapped along with the audience, grinning widely along with the other members as they hollered at the way Inupi held your waist while you danced.

He was so happy for the both of you, that was until he saw a cloaked figure near the entrance. It turned away before he could have a closer look.

Of course, the only person who’d try to have a look was obvious. He couldn’t even make an excuse for himself, let alone say something as he rushed out of the building.

I ruined everything again…

It wasn’t a surprise, after all, I lost the most important thing in my life. The reason why I kept going.

I never really had anything to live for after you, knowing that you've achieved the happiness I couldn't give put me at ease.

But it hurt so damn much to see you not needing me anymore. It hurt so much I have to verbally clutch my chest....it hurt so much that my heart felt like it kept breaking.

If this was what I had to leave with without you...then so be it.

“I will end everything here. EVERYONE!!! LET’S DO THIS!”

He jumped once more. He closed his eyes.

‘Let me relive in your memories again...that would make sure you'll never forget me...I'll live on in your memories right?

Even if it means watching you live the life you wanted with Inupi instead of me. I’d rather deal with that than to not ever see you again…’

“I WILL NOT! LET YOU DIE!” A hand grabbed him from the window.

“Takemitchy....Please, put me in peace.”

“SHUT UP!!! JUST SAY ‘PLEASE HELP ME’ DAMN IT!! ...and I’ll definitely come save you...Manjiro”

"It doesn't matter anymore! Just let me die! I don't have a reason anymore! I don't have a purpose..."

"Agh just stop your pathetic groveling Sano!"

Mikey stopped trying to scratch Takemitchy's hand away. He then looked at the said male with begging and pleading eyes, a whole different look from his usual empty ones.

“Then Takemitchy...can you really change the future?

G-give me y/n back. Please...give her back to me...it- it hurts...so damn bad..."

Potential spoilers for Mikey's end in Twisted? Ha ha ha.....I'm kidding I'm not that cruel. 👀 nah legit I'm just trynna promote that fic here KSKKSSKKSKJSJS