#Can you imagine my actual disbelief when I got to this scene expecting to finally see his grave

[dahliadreamcraft]

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

Okay, finally, we’re at a gravesite. Time to finally put this vampire Maxim theory to rest because I’m pretty sure now he’s just dead. I am ready to accept that and move forward treating it as an AU, just show me his grave.

…??? Why is there only one grave?

Okay, yeah that’s Lydie’s grave. That doesn’t surprise me, she literally died in his arms so we know for a fact he saw/held her body at some point with no indication that he lost track of it. Until it’s explicitly said that the grave is actually empty, it’s safe to assume that this all but explicitly confirms Juste buried her body.

So where the fuck is Maxim’s grave??? It should be somewhere nearby?!

This is the wall of graves they showed in that original teaser, is he there in—HIS NAME ISN’T ON FUCKING ANY OF THESE?!

IF THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE HIS GRAVE WHY THE FUCK IS HIS NAME NOT HERE?!?!

MAXIM DOESN’T HAVE A GRAVE?!

HE DOESN’T HAVE A GRAVE?!

The way the tree is positioned in all these shots implies the tree might be a substitute for Maxim’s grave, especially in this last shot where it that branch is acting like an arm wrapping around Lydie’s grave.

We know Juste held her body, Lydie’s grave all but directly confirms he eventually buried that body.

Having a tree in place of Maxim’s grave implies HE DIDN’T BURY MAXIM’S BODY.

IF HE DIDN’T BURY MAXIM’S BODY THEN

THEN THAT MEANS—?!

Oh my god, Justebox might actually be canon. Holy shit.

[c-o-t-o]

Shower scene, Aki arc (Denji x reader -> Aki x reader) PART 1

(Takes place after Part 1 with Denji here)

(Part 2 here)

(Part 3 here (end) )

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: transitions from Denji x fem reader to Aki x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, explicit language, choking, BDSM/dominance (some CWs apply to different parts

Misc: ~3.5k words, Part 1. ***Alternate story line that deviates from Denji Shower Scene, please read Part 1 of that (linked below title)***

About: After helping a weak Denji shower and giving him your blood to heal him, things take a turn when Aki interrupts the shower. Instead of spending the night with Denji, you go to Aki's room after he insinuates that he'll be waiting for you.

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Denji's face hovers just above yours with his hands on the floor on both sides of your head. The realization fully hits you now that you and Denji are both lying naked on the shower floor together and that he's fully conscious now. Your chest rises and falls quickly as your breath quickens. Actually, Denji is so close to you that you can see your breath moving his hair. You remain frozen in his gaze, unsure of what to do now. 

You see small amounts of blood flowing from your neck down the floor to the shower drain. It makes you wonder if your wetness absolutely pouring out of you would be noticeable flowing away from you as well. You want nothing more than to lean up and kiss him, but now that you're in the moment, you freeze. 'Why? Why can I bring myself to do it? What's stopping me…?'

Denji's mouth slightly drops open at the sight of your boobs, your nipples hard from being out of the water and getting cold. With his free hand he starts moving his hand down towards your chest but stops right above them. He looks back up at you and swallows hard, practically drooling at the prospect of finally getting to squeeze a girl's boobs. You know that Denji's had a few girlfriends, but nothing ever got serious enough for him to cop a feel or sleep with one of them.

Although you still can't bring yourself to look at him, you manage to nod your head up and down, caught up in the heat of the moment. Immediately Denji's face becomes flushed and his mouth opens more in disbelief that you're letting him do this.

He gently cups the side first and lets out a slight gasp at how soft they are. His fingertips seem to melt into them as he tests the suppleness. His thumb slowly drifts over to your nipple which hardened even more at his touch. Not realizing how hard your nipple is, he unintentionally ends up flicking it with his thumb as you let out a moan.

So loud, in fact, that it echoes through the shower.

"---? Denji?" You hear a muffled voice coming from somewhere… 

Suddenly the shower door swings open, Aki standing in the doorway. All he sees is Denji pinning your wrists above your head on the shower floor, him grabbing your boob, and blood seeping from your neck.

"Denji, what the fuck??! Get off her! What did you do?!" Aki grabs Denji's arm pulling him off of you. All you see before they're out the door is Denji reaching out to you with the saddest look on his face.

"Aki, wait, she-!" And in an instant they were out the door, Aki slamming the door shut behind them. You lay there on the shower floor, water still running… face beet red and soaking wet between your thighs. You grab your boob that Denji was just touching and sigh.

"How far would Denji have gone if Aki didn't stop him?" Sure you've both flirted, but you didn't expect this to take the turn it did. 

Later on while in the living room, Aki hands you a cup of tea while you and Denji sit at the kotatsu. "You have to imagine what was running through my mind when I opened the door, your blood washing away and Denji pinning you down…" Aki clears his throat and sits down with the two of you. "I didn't realize he was weak and you offered him your blood." He takes a sip of his drink and looks away from you, slightly flustered. "I didn't know I was… interrupting something."

You and Denji both wave your hands out as if to assure Aki nothing was happening, insisting that it was a misunderstanding. He looks at you, then turns and glares at Denji.

"What??" Denji asks, annoyed.

"Nothing." Aki swirls his finger around the rim of his cup. "I'm glad it was just a misunderstanding."

Suddenly you feel a hand on your leg, but don't know who it's from.

"Because you don't treat a lady like that, DENJI." Aki retorted to Denji's attitude. "Or anyone, for that matter." Aki faces you, cheeks flush, but you don't know if it's from the tea or if he's blushing at you.

"I'll be in my room," Aki says at the same time that you feel the fingers lazily drag down your thigh and grip your knee at the end. As the hand pulls away, Aki stands up at the same time. You put two and two together easily enough, but… why?

"Who cares." Denji mutters, face looking away. Aki locks eyes with you for a moment, then leaves. 

"Shuuuuuttt uuppp!!" Power groans, sliding off the couch upside down. "I'm tryin ta sleep here! What are you all doing in my room?!" Denji rolls his eyes.

"You're in the living room, Powe-"

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!“

"SHUT UP POWER! Ughh… I'm gonna go to bed." Denji looks back to you with a pout on his face.

I'm… I'm sorry if I scared ya before. But thanks for helping me." Denji mutters. 

"Denji, please… you didn't…" you plead. As you affirm for him that you're fine, you can see relief spread on his face.

"Kay, cool." Denji smiles and throws up a peace sign, then leaves for his room.

You think back to when you and Denji were in the shower and start shaking your head. 'It's for the best that Aki stopped him. Me and Denji might have gone too far and who knows how that would've changed the dynamic of me living here' you think to yourself. 

But now your thoughts turn to Aki, almost forgetting how he was just running his fingers down your thigh. The fact that he brought up the shower thing all these hours later… was he thinking about this all day? You feel your cheeks start blushing in slight embarrassment when you wonder if he saw you naked after he pulled Denji off of you. You squirm a little in place as your sensitive areas tingle for a moment.

"What am I doing…" you say out loud to yourself and fall back to the floor with your legs still under the kotatsu. Sure you and Denji have flirted plenty while living together, but nothing ever came of it. You've tried to flirt playfully with Aki, too, but he never seemed to understand that's what you were doing. He always responded so matter-of-factly to you.

'Does he want me to go to his room?' You wonder, and at the very least you decide to go so that you can thank him for stopping Denji.

As soon as you knock on Aki's door he opens it immediately, you wonder if he was standing there waiting for you.

"Come in," he gestures to his room and closes the door behind you two. "Please, sit." He motions to his bed while he sits at his desk chair. Aki's room lighting is very dim, but you can see that it’s so neat and organized, save for the messy pile of work papers and documents on his desk. 'Was he home the whole time until he heard us in the shower?'

You both begin talking at the same time, but Aki lets you go first.

"I wanted to thank you for stopping Denji earlier. I'm sorry you had to see that. I only meant to help him shower and give him blood because I… I thought nobody else was home to help me…" you let your voice trail off, hoping Aki will chime in, which he does. He has his hands folded, his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. 

" I, um, I'm embarrassed to admit that I fell asleep at my desk working on some paperwork. But I woke up to some… sounds… I heard. I'm glad I pulled Denji off before he went too far." Aki clears his throat and looks somewhat embarrassed.

"I also need to apologize. I may have accidentally…" he clears his throat again, "I may have seen… some things… after pulling Denji off. I thought you should know. It didn't seem right for me to keep that a secret to myself." Your face immediately reddens as you look past Aki, eyes fixated on nothing, as you process the fact that he saw you naked.

Aki sits next to you on his bed. As if trying to boost his courage, he straightens his back and looks at you straight in the face.

"I wanted to say that I think you're beautiful. So… please don't be embarrassed. Also, I thought it would only be fair-" his voice stops abruptly as he kneels before you, taking your hand. "I thought it would only be fair and make things right if you were to see me, too."

Aki brushes your hair from your face, searching you for an answer.

"All those times you'd say nice things to me or try to flirt with me around the house… I've never really flirted with anyone before, so I never knew what to say back. But I was thinking about how many times you'd say those things and how much it made me want to find a way to reciprocate that. I…" Aki straightens up again and looks you right in the eyes, still holding your hands. "I really like you."

"Oh, Aki, I…" you are at a loss for words. Of course you liked Aki, too, how could you not? Living with him and Denji, you couldn't help but feel attracted to both of them. Although you had a bit of a crush on Denji, you had a deeper attraction to Aki. He was older, mature, muscular, and strong. He also took care of everyone and you loved seeing him whenever he let his guard down. So now you wonder what it would be like to see him in a moment of vulnerability, offering for you to see him naked.

Before you can even answer, Aki takes your hand up to his lips and kisses it, eyes still locked onto yours. It's an incredibly sweet gesture and it makes your heart skip a beat.

"Aki, you don't have to let me see you like that, it's fine. It was an accident."

He kneels up on his knees, fingers delicately sliding up your cheek to cradle the side of your face. "Then you can consider this an accident, if you want." Aki whispers in your ear, and kisses your cheek. Your heart aches in your chest and you feel such a sudden yearning for him, a burning urge to kiss him. Would this be his first kiss? Has Aki ever been with anyone? You think that he's been too dedicated to work to spend time with anyone else, and you've never heard about him ever dating anyone.

Without you even meaning to, your face turns halfway towards Aki, your cheeks and temples nuzzling each other's. He slowly slides his face over, lips dragging across your cheek until you are forehead to forehead. You hear him swallow hard and breathe out nervously.

Aki brushes your hair out of your face and behind your ears, then gently cups your face with both hands. He tilts his head to the side, his nose finding its place next to yours, when your lips slowly (and kind of sensually) meet. As your lips delicately part there's a faint smacking sound. Aki holds position right in front of your face, looking down at your lips, waiting to see if you'll kiss him back as a sign for him to continue everything.

Heart racing, you give in to your desires and kiss him back. You didn't know what to expect from Aki or what he would be like romantically, but you find him far more sensual and gentle than you expected. Treating you as if you're something to be cherished. The way his thumb rubs against your cheek as he kisses you deeply, or runs his fingers through your hair… even when he slips his tongue into your mouth, he lets out small delicate moans that make you want to whimper. You run your shaky hands over Aki's arms and feel the firmness of his muscles through his t-shirt. You slide your hands up his sleeves and feel your heart twinge, feeling his smooth skin and defined muscles. 

Noticing you feeling him, Aki leans back and calmly lifts his shirt up over his head, gently placing it on the chair behind him. He takes your hands and places them on his chest. Your heart melts as you get the chance to touch him like you've always wanted to. You feel the rigidness of his collar bones and sternum, and sleek, soft skin beneath your fingers. You look down at his toned body and gasp quietly. Your hands slide over his strong shoulders and run your fingertips into his shoulder blades. He lets out a small moan.

Aki stands up, again clearing his throat. He looks down at you with his hands on the button of his pants, hesitating, to make sure that you're okay with this. When you don't protest, Aki nods his head.

"Well then," he unbuttons and unzips his pants. "I'm going to take these off now," he announces so properly, taking such precaution as to not upset or startle you. He slides the pant legs off, stepping out carefully, then folding his pants in half and placing them on the chair as well so they don't wrinkle. 

Even in the dim, ambient lighting in his room, you can still see that Aki is wearing black boxer briefs. Making sure not to rush anything, he kneels down before you again. 

"Aki, this is fine, you don't have to undress just to make this even. This is good enough-" you get cut off from him kissing you again.

"Fair is fair." He stands up, ready to pull his underwear off when you grab his wrist to stop him.

"Wait, why don't you…" you try to think of some kind of alternative so that he doesn't strip openly in front of you. Not that you don't want to see that (because you really do), but you know it'll make you look so embarrassed to just sit there watching him. "Why don't you come under the blanket with me? And we can ease into me seeing you." You pull the blankets on his bed back and get underneath. As Aki watches you get into his bed, he swallows hard and you notice a bulge forming in his tight boxer briefs. He nods, still finding it hard to believe that you're in his bed.

He slides in under the blanket with you, sandwiching you between him and the wall. He lays leaning on his arm, head resting in his hand, and you can't look away from his chiseled torso and muscular arms. You could practically drool from the sight. In this moment you make up your mind that you'll put yourself out there with Aki and see where it goes. You like him so much that with him undressing in front of you, looking the way he does, it was enough to validate those feelings in you.

You try to nonchalantly take your shirt off as well when Aki stops you.

"You don't have to do that, I'm doing this to make things fair…" Aki pleads. You put your hands on Aki's to lower them from you.

"I want to." You look away blushing with a shy smile forming on your lips. "I… I really like you too, Aki." Seeing red spread across his cheeks, he freezes as you continue to lift your shirt up off of yourself, following your movements with just his eyes. He looks all around you, taking in the sight of you up close, blushing again. 

His fingers drag along your shoulder, moving straight down between your breasts to your stomach. 

"You're so beautiful," Aki sighs at you, leaning forward and kissing your shoulder. He stops when he sees the bitemarks left behind by Denji, groaning. "I can't believe he did this to you, I wish I had come in sooner. Does it hurt?" Aki asks, concerned.

"No, not anymore." You reassure him.

Aki nods his head and kisses the mark gently, as if trying to make up for the pain that was there before. You both lean back onto the pillows, you laying on your back, Aki still on his side. He keeps kissing your shoulder, making his way down to your chest. You feel him hesitate and you reassure him that you want to do this.

Aki begins by kissing your breasts, feeling the suppleness with his lips. As your nipple hardens, he takes it into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. He delicately sucks and licks it, causing you to moan out loud. He does it really expertly but so gently at the same time, practically massaging it with his tongue. You try to run your fingers through his hair but forget that it’s up in a ponytail. You'd take it out, but… you really like how he looks with it. You feel his bulge against your leg and without even thinking about it, find your hand moving down towards it. You graze your fingers along the length of it over the fabric, and you feel his entire body twitch in response. Your nipple pops out of his mouth when he looks up at you, face completely and utterly red with surprise and slight embarrassment.

“Wh- what are you doing? You don’t have to, I’m doing all of this for you…” He looks somewhat guilty, when you lightly grip his bulge in response. You love seeing these expressions on his face because you never have before.

“Aki, I think we’re already past that, with you… doing that to me…” you look down with your eyes as if to gesture to him sucking on you. “I told you that I really like you, too. And I’m topless in your bed with you. So…” You both look at each other for seconds in silence. “Well, do I really have to say it, Aki?” Your face blushes and you pull the blanket up to cover your face out of embarrassment. He finally gets the hint and moves back up to you, hands on both sides of your head, leaning above you. The sight of him holding himself up above you turns you on so much that you immediately feel yourself getting wet.

“Do you really want to do this with me?” His eyes lit up with disbelief and excitement. While still covering your face, eyes looking away from his, you nod your head up and down.

“I have for a while,” you speak into the blanket, slightly muffling your voice. It was still clear enough for Aki to hear, though. He tilts his head affectionately. Aki lowers the blanket, holding your face, kissing you slowly and deeply. With him above you like this, you run your hands down his abs and under the waistband of his underwear, slowly sliding it off of him. Aki drags it down the rest of the way, letting it fall off the side of the bed, unable to take his eyes off of yours all the while. He rests his head in the nape of your neck kissing it, when you reach down and find his incredibly hard cock with your hand. You wrap your fingers around it, fingertips barely able to meet around the other side of it. His breath hitches in his throat and you hear him moan into you. His moans are so deep that you can practically feel them vibrating into you. It makes you shudder and cringe.

You begin pumping up and down, Aki kissing your neck more fervently as you pick up the pace. You gasp out loud when, all of a sudden, you feel his fingertip rubbing on your underwear. He somehow got his hand up your shorts without you even noticing because of the way he was kissing your neck, almost making you feel drunk with lust. You stop stroking him to pull your own shorts and underwear off, throwing it over the side of the bed. Getting caught up in the heat of the moment, Aki immediately reaches down and starts sliding his fingers up and down through your wetness, making you gasp out loud. You cover your mouth to stifle your voice. Aki laughs breathily through his nose.

“You don’t have to worry, I want you to enjoy yourself. Even if it means letting your moans out.” Aki says into your neck.

“I don’t want anyone to hear me, though…” Your voice cuts off with a gasp as Aki licks the outside of your ear, tenderly nibbling on your earlobe.

“And if they do? They won’t dare bring it up. This is my home, and I’ll do what I like here,” Aki says with a voice so deep it makes your body shudder. You gasp loudly, feeling Aki slide his fingers into you, slowly moving them in and out with a curl. “Including you.”

---------- To be continued ----------

[muffythemuffin-bp]

BEHOLD, a really good idea imagined in my head but really poorly executed and 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ...

This sucks so much oml 😭

🥲

Story time bcuz I'm a tiny bit better at writing!:

Our scene opens up with nugget ranting about his problematic relationship with Lola...

"Like, dude. Every time we go on a date, I need to spend all of my damn money! How is this even possible??"

"... Can't you just break up with her?"

Max blurted out.

"It's not that easy! Besides, what are my parents gonna think..?"

"The way that this has been going is like you wanna stay! Geez, you can't stand up for yourself anymore?!"

He looked to the side.

"Yeah right... So what now?"

Max then thought, he had to think of the stupidest plan ever to get his boyf- I MEANT best friend and break up with that crusty musty dusty woman... when Max had the perfect plan!

He grabbed him from the "shoulders" and said with a loud voice

"Nugget, I have the GAYEST idea EVER!!"

Later that day...

Lola was sitting on the bench, bored as day while scrolling through her phone; waiting for her beloved "boyfriend", Nugget to show up for their date...

She recognised his scent and didn't even open an eye! Then spoke with a giddy voice.

"Hai nugge-"

Once she opened her eyelids she immediately shot an eye at the other's gesture. She was confused and suspicious... She got off the bench, moving closer to them as Lola spoke in a disgusted yet aggravated tone

"Oh.. I see you brought your buddy Max to our DATE."

She got off the bench, moving closer to them as Lola spoke in a disgusted yet aggravated tone

He answered smugly.

"Yeah, thought my..."

As he was about to finish that sentence, he trailed down his hand towards Max's lower area and gripping it! Sending the other into shock. Max put his hand on his mouth, looking at Nugget with utter surprise, he never expected this to happen... it wasn't according to the plan!!

"Friend, could tag along!"

Lola immediately knew what was going on...

"You don't even have to say it, f@ggöt!"

The male's eyes shot wide open, feeling the quilt of his actions. Lola screamed in anger as she left the scene, shedding tears.

Max knew that bitch was playing all this as a fake thing, unamused.

"Lola, wait!"

Nugget tried to stop her but it was too late, Max grabbed Nugget's shoulder, catching his attention and turning him around as he then rested his hands on his shoulders, gaining Nugget's full attention.

"Let her go, okay?! She was fake all along and I bet those tears were too!..."

Nugget stared at him in disbelief.

"Yeah, right. Like you know her-"

"STOP BEING SUCH A BRAT AND LISTEN TO ME!"

Nugget was shook, he didn't know what to say so he remained silent..

"I had a relationship like that too! It sucked, yeah; and I had to realise that!! I let her go with a thought in mind, "if she uses me, I'll let her go. And some day someone that actually fucking cares will love me back!"! You understand?!"

Nugget just stood there, realising many things as he processed everything in his mind, piece by piece..

He calmed down and spoke with a soft voice of his.

"I guess you're right man, I gotta let her go."

He silently smiled as Max hugged him

"Glad you finally freaking understand, hah."

They both pulled away as Nugget thought and spoke,

"So, wanna head over to my place? We can have a sleepover if ya want, parents are out for a vacation."

"Sick!"

Max agreed, as they started making they're way to the gedagedigegagedaio thing's place...

The end~

Even if I write this it's still cringe 🥲😔✨🦅

[escarlatafox]

Okay so here’s some more substantial kfp4 thoughts/opinions (Kung fu panda 4 spoilers!)

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Overall, as a movie experience, I mean, I didn’t have high hopes going in. I carefully kept my expectations low, so it wasn’t like, a complete and total disaster imo but it certainly had its issues. I was someone who sincerely enjoyed the third movie and didn’t actually really mind the third movie’s pacing, and while the third movie showed certain cracks of lowering quality, they could be looked past well enough. Like, for me, the final fight/villain showdown etc with Kai in the third movie, him getting beaten by Po, etc, was all narratively really satisfying to me and I was chill with the pacing for it. This most recent movie was like, kind of decent in parts… but fell apart towards the end with the villain confrontation scene and takedown. I was fine with movie 3’s pacing but this one’s was off. While 3 was narratively satisfying to me, 4 wasn’t. There was insufficient build-up, and so much of it felt unearned. The final confrontation was too quick for me, it was just… not great. Didn’t really pack the same punch that 3 did for me.

As for them bringing past villains back… man.

What was Kai even doing there. Like, my understanding of 3’s ending is that Po obliterated him within the spirit realm, thus utterly erasing him from existence entirely. You could make an argument for him just being like, kaplowey’d into spiritual Bits which could eventually make their way back together again hence him coming back into existence, but uh yeah… His presence in 4 actually cheapens the final confrontation in 3 for me. Because Kai getting “destroyed” in 3 had this sense of finality to it. Death in general just feels cheapened – I know that the Spirit Realm =/= Heaven, and it’s only kung fu masters who go there, but like, if you keep bringing these characters back + even Kai’s death wasn’t permanent, it just feels kinda ???

I can imagine that Tai Lung fans would be annoyed with this movie, what with how he was teased (being on the poster and everything!) I was actually cautiously optimistic for a little while before seeing the movie about how Tai Lung’s role would be handled, but no. It felt off, and like, if they were gonna bring back the character, I really do think he should have played a greater role. He just feels like set dressing/weak fanservice and imo didn’t add much. His presence is/should be a big deal and it felt kiiind of cheap to me, idk. I just wish it was handled better. On learning that he + the others got their kung fu abilities taken away thus rendering them useless, that was a fun idea to me – it would render them quite ‘harmless’ and put them all out of sorts. I would have loved to see more of Tai Lung and/or the others struggling with the simple fact that their abilities have been wiped and they’re kinda ‘helpless’ (I mean, in the case of characters like Tai Lung, their still strong and imposing, but have none of the actual kung fu moves). I was misled into thinking Tai Lung would be ‘tagging along’ with Po or something like that within this movie, and while I was on the fence/worried about how it would be executed, none of that even materialised anyway. Why was he on the poster he was barely in the film and given so little to do…

Like. Seeing e.g. Shen there was just jarring as well cause he’s just There. He doesn’t do anything. And apparently he was a late addition to the film like they slapped him in there last minute and I’m just like. hm

THE VILLAINS BOWING was very egregious to me. I call bull. Unearned. Out of left field. They WOULDN’T! And even if they would. It was absolutely not sufficiently set up for THAT kind of payoff. You need to put in WAY more work to even try pull something like THAT off. Yeah, they were annoyed by their treatment from the Chameleon. They would be ‘grateful’ to be saved by Po or w/e but even THEN. I cannot see it. I was in utter disbelief when that happened I was just like… there’s no way. I saw Masha talking about how Shen would ‘never’ bow like that and I agree 100% I’m just like… Hello?

Again… For me personally the Tai Lung stuff just felt kinda awkward and unearned. Like, if they wanna do that, they gotta give him more screentime. They gotta give him more stuff to DO. Let him get free somehow and briefly fumble/awkwardly try to help out Po in the absence of his kung fu abilities idk (the enemy of his enemy is his friend, etc etc, he’s fed up with the Chameleon so he wants her taken down, and so on). Of course, part of this stuff comes down to the movie’s short runtime + poor pacing. And if it’s true that this was done very intentionally because ‘kids can’t watch long movies’ then man that is just so depressing to me. This movie badly needed a longer runtime and it could have done so much with it.

Okay random positive thing to end this off... I love the whole deal/concept with a building like, on the edge of a cliff and w/e and the lampshading of how much of a bad idea it is amused me (but tbh I do think there are in-universe reasons, like, the 'danger' aspect of it is part of the appeal/point of its establishment in-universe as well). I'm a sucker for fight scenes that make use of the idiosyncracies of the surrounding environment so that's always gonna be a plus for me.

The villain lady was cool she had a nice imposing atmosphere. I like her voice

It was like, not a disaster. It was fun. it amused me. But it wasn't satisfying in a way that 3 was for me. Movies 1 & 2 were perfect, no notes. 3 was still GOOD. 4 was like... :/ like it was alright. Just didn't hit the spot.

[omg-imatotalmess]

Better Than Your Pillow

Hey guys! There was an anon that asked for a little more sub!neville as a cure for their blues, and I couldn’t resist. Sub!neville is chicken soup for the soul. Hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Requested: Ye

Anonymous Requested: i need more sub neville. i’m so sad

Warnings: Pillow humping, mild voyeurism, fingering, dirty talk, mild praise kink, sub!neville, dom!reader, swearing

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If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn’t have believed it. Neville. Your sweet, shy, ever awkward Neville curled over his pillow, humping it with the desperation of a dog in heat. All while spilling the filthiest fantasies into the open air. Every one of them revolving around you. In your shock, all you could do was take it in. And you couldn’t say you minded. He was really putting on a good show.

“(Y/N)! Fuck, I’ll be your good boy!” he cried, fisting his sheets like they were the only things keeping him steady.

“I’ll be so good! Use me however you want. Please, I want you to!” he babbled. His hips shifted faster, maybe imagining your reply. You certainly knew what it would be.

You took a step further into the room, closing the door quietly so as not to disturb the scene in front of you. It was everything you’d ever hoped for—the amalgamation of every wet dream you’d ever had wrapped up in a pretty bow. Well, in an argyle sweater vest, actually. Leaning against the bedpost, you let his sheer want wash over you. It was heavy and searing but more perfect than you ever could have imagined. And from there, you could see his face. The way his mouth gaped open, chest heaving with every sound out of him and his eyes screwed shut against the onslaught of pleasure your phantom self was giving him. It made you wonder what he’d look like if he got the real thing. You couldn’t believe Neville hadn’t noticed you yet. Then again, he was too busy talking to hear your own labored breaths.

“Do anything you want to me! Please, I’m yours. Your little slut to play with! Tie me up and play with me until you’re satisfied!” he begged.

“If that’s what you want.” The words slipped out of your mouth completely unbidden.

“(Y/N)?!” he squeaked.

“You were late to our study session,” you said.

“I-I’m so sorry. Merlin, I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. Let me just p-put my trousers on an-and I’ll be there in a minute,” he rambled, scrambling into a sitting position with the pillow doing very little to conceal his flushed, dripping cock.

“Don’t stop on my account,” you said, a smile curling at the corner of your mouth, “It looked like you were just getting to the good bit.”

“Please don’t tease me,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Who’s teasing?” you asked, feeling a smile curling at the corner of your mouth.

“Why can’t the castle just swallow me whole and put me out of my misery?” he said miserably. It was like he hadn’t heard you.

“Who’s teasing, Nev? I’m interested,” you said.

“I-Interested?” he sputtered, head shooting up.

“Mm-hmm, I’d love to help you out. If you want me to, that is. If not, I’ll leave, and we’ll pretend this never happened,” you offered.

Blinking at you with big, slightly unsure eyes, Neville let his pillow slip off his lap. He wanted to. You could tell that much. The way his eyes trailed up and down your body was leaving you a little hot under the collar. Smiling, you waited for him to answer. It was his decision, and who were you to rush him? Taking in a shaky breath, he reached for you, pulling you gently onto the bed while trying not to look you in the eyes.

“Please?” he whispered.

“Please what?” you asked despite the knowing glint in your eye.

“Please, touch me,” he muttered shyly.

“Like this?” you asked, drawing patterns over his plush thigh with your fingertips, just barely brushing his cock each time. It jumped with each gentle attention.

“(Y/N),” he whined. You gave him a wolfish grin.

“I guess I did say I wasn’t teasing,” you said. “Undress me.”

“A-Are you sure?” Despite the question, he was already working the buttons of your shirt with shaking hands, popping them open one by one.

“Hurry up. I don’t like to be kept waiting,” you ordered.

“A-Alright. Anything you want,” he breathed, yanking your shirt the rest of the way open and pushing it off your shoulders before making quick work of your pants. Each item was laid carefully beside the bed as soon as it left you. Before long, you were bare in front of him as his eyes roamed your body. It was like you’d showed him Eden. He couldn’t figure out where to look first. You smiled, pulling him toward you by his sweater vest. God, you were glad he’d kept it on.

“Good boy,” you purred, “Now, I want you to finger me open until I’m nice and ready to take that pretty cock of yours.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, reaching blindly for the bottle of lube he’d tossed on the edge of the bed when he started.

Slicking up his fingers, he stroked over you a few times just to excite you a little more. Also likely just to touch you like that. You let him. Bringing your hands to your own chest, you pinched and tugged at your nipples lightly. Partly to add to the sensation of Neville’s fingers stroking your sex and partly to put on a show. He watched your fingers dancing over your chest for a moment before bringing his eyes to yours.

“Can I-Can I suck them?”

“Kiss me first,” you said. As his lips touched your own, he pressed a finger into you gently. Groaning, you arched your back and bit down on his lip. When he let out a thin whine, you laved your tongue over the spot. The two of you stayed like that for a bit, his finger moving in you, kissing you as though the world was burning down around you. Then you pulled back. Dragging in a deep breath, you fisted his hair.

“Go on. Use your mouth.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Licking and sucking at your nipples as he added fingers. His tongue flickered over one hardened bud, pressing his fingers into you all the more eagerly.  For a while, you simply lost yourself to the sensation.

“(Y/N),” he whined, grinding his dripping cock against your leg.

“Be a good little slut and beg for it,” you said.

“Please, please, I’ll do anything you want! I’ll be such a good boy for you. I will. So good. Please, (Y/N), let me put it in. Can I put it in?” he plead, practically humping your leg like he’d been humping his pillow earlier.

“You really want it?” you teased.

“Yes! So much! I’ll be such a good boy,” he promised.

“Fuck me.” Your voice was low and sharp—an order. One that he couldn’t have resisted even if he wanted to. He pressed into you slowly, watching you to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Each inch was a little more heaven than the last. Growling, you tugged his hair and bucked your hips down impatiently.

“I-I’m trying to be gentle,” he whimpered, shaking in your grip.

“Who the fuck asked for gentle?” you snarled, yanking his hair savagely. “I said fuck me, Neville!”

“Ooooooh!” A long howl burst from his mouth as he thrust into you recklessly, which you silenced with your mouth. Swallowing down his pathetic, little sounds of please and trading them for yours. His hips pounded against yours, encouraged by your heels digging into the small of his back. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was chasing his pleasure or yours. You didn't care. It was all the same.

“Fuck, there! Good boy, right there!” you groaned.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you...” his thanks became a chant into the crook of your neck. He only interrupted it to sink his teeth into it every now and then.

“Harder!” Obedient as you expected, he fucked into you hard enough to scoot the two of you up the bed. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall was just background noise to you. Neville’s drawn-out, sobbing moans were far more interesting.

“Close,” he breathed.

“Don’t you dare cum before I do,” you hissed in his ear.

“Please, please, (Y/N). So close,” he begged. His hips had completely lost any semblance of rhythm. They just pistoned away unevenly, somehow managing to hit exactly where you wanted it most.

“C’mon, a little more. Almost...!” Your words trailed off into a long, high moan as your orgasm washed over you. For a moment, the world whited out. All you could feel was Neville driving himself into you like a man unhinged and wave after wave of pleasure. When you finally came back to earth, Neville was hammering into you, sobbing incoherent pleas into your shoulder.

“Can I cum? Please?” he sobbed.

“Cum for me,” you said. And he was gone. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, but it did nothing to stifle his shout of pleasure. You could feel his hands leaving bruises on your hips, but you didn’t mind. Not as he shook on top of you, pumping his cock in you a few final times before collapsing on top of you. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his sweaty hair.

“Better than you pillow?” you giggled after a moment of catching your breath.

“I’m never going to live this down,” he muttered, keeping his face buried in your neck.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never cum so hard in my life,” you said. Pulling back, he looked down at you with a good measure of surprise on his face.

“R-Really? I was good?” he stuttered in disbelief.

“So fucking good. Jesus Christ, Nev, I almost blacked out,” you said. He made a pinched-off sound, dipping his face out of your eyesight. After another moment of silence, he spoke up.

“Thank you,” he said.

“No problem. If you ever wanna do that again, come find me,” you said, carding your fingers gently through his hair.

“Can I take you on a d-date first?” he asked shyly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that, but how about a nap first,” you said. Nodding, he curled up against your side and dropped off almost immediately. You, however, laid awake for a bit. That was so much better than studying. And definitely better than his pillow.

[moonbeamwritings]

Hey I really love your writing! I was wondering if I could request the bucci gang with an s/o that just got a tattoo with them(or were there with them) and they seem like they'd be in a bit of pain but hardly bat an eye at it? I just got my first tattoo today and it really didn't hurt to me but I kinda don't look like someone whod be fine with it 😅 and I can just imagine Mista whining about it hurting lol

thank you so much!! i know this has been sitting in my asks for a bit, so i hope your healing process went/is going well!! ❤️

getting a tattoo (or them going with you) w/ the bucci gang

Convincing Bruno to actually get a tattoo with you would be no small feat. It’s not that he doesn’t want one ever, he just isn’t sure if he wants one now, so he chooses to go to the tattoo parlor with you as moral support instead. He voices his trepidations about you getting one, worrying that you’ll be in a lot of pain, but would never try to outright stop you. If you’re ready for it, then so is he, and he’ll be there to hold your hand the whole time. He’s surprised when it doesn’t seem to affect you as much as you were both expecting, and doesn’t hesitate to tell you how proud he is of you, dropping a kiss to your hairline and squeezing your hand when it’s all over.

I can’t picture Giorno being super into the whole tattoo scene, but again, I don’t think he’d be entirely opposed to it either. When you tell him you’re getting one, he’s completely supportive and promises that he has a hand to hold and some painkillers to take when you need them. At the shop, you keep up a conversation with him and your tattoo artist the whole time, smiling all the while, and Giorno is beyond proud of you. He’s heard how difficult the process can be for some and he’s glad that doesn’t seem to be the case for you, despite both of your initial worries. When you finish up, he grabs you by the hand and treats you to a nice meal.

I feel like Abbacchio has always wanted one, but has never really had a reason to actually follow through with it. With you in his life, so eager to get your own done, he’s more than happy to go along with you and finally get what he’s been thinking about. On the day of your appointments, he’s sure he’ll be fine with the pain, but he’s worried you may not be able to do the same. He’d never tell you that though, he simply assures you it’ll be fine and moves on. So it’s a huge shock to him so see you so... okay during the process. He smirks at the sight and feels pride start to bloom in his chest. He pulls you into a sweet kiss afterwards, holding himself back from tracing his fingers over the freshly-tattooed area.

Mista, sweet, innocent Mista, would talk a big game before going in to get a tattoo with you. He’s tough, he tells you the morning of the appointment, if anyone was going to handle the process well, it’d be him. Like the valiant and loving boyfriend he is, he’ll be there to hold your hand the whole time. When it comes time for him to get his tattoo though, his eyes start to water in minutes, looking at you with big, puppy dog eyes as he whines about how much it hurts. Throughout the whole process, he’s constantly asking you how you’re so unfazed by it, a hint of jealousy and disbelief in his tone. As soon as it’s over, he takes a huge, gulping breath and pulls you in for a hug, ranting about how you owe him ice cream after what he just went through.

Narancia would be excitable, to say the least. He doesn’t like needles, but he’s thrilled at the idea of getting a tattoo with his lovely significant other. He’s bouncing in his seat on the ride over and in the waiting area, slapping his hand against your knee and talking a mile a minute as he does. He winces and complains through the process of getting his tattoo, but is surprised to see you acting relatively unfazed. When you tell him it doesn’t hurt as badly as you’d thought it would, he smiles and calls you a badass, proudly telling the tattoo artist about how cool you are. He’s a sweetheart and your biggest fan, and his words leave you even more excited about your new tattoo.

Fugo doesn’t strike me as someone who would enjoy tattoos at all. Don’t get me wrong, he would be more than supportive of you getting one, especially if you were really excited about it, but I can’t picture him getting one himself. That being said, he’d be at your side throughout the entire process - helping you come up with ideas, going to appointments with you, and being there to hold your hand on the day you get it. He watches in confusion as you hardly wince during the process, complaining of little more than slight discomfort as time goes on. Going into it, you’d both figured you’d be a wreck (you never did handle pain very well), but seeing you so... comfortable puts him at ease too. When all is said and done, he helps you to care for the tattoo to make sure it heals properly.

[hopper-wheeler]

Hey there fellow Mileven, how are we feeling after the finale? 😊

hey there!! basically i'm a wreck, but in the best way possible. tbh i haven't even begun to process vol. 2 and i can't think too hard about a lot of what happened or i'll cry. i'm very good at denial and compartmentalization though so that's helping a lot lmao. in my head they're all together and just fine :)

fr though i'm just happy to have gotten a solid season!

NOW VOL. 2 MILEVEN!! s4 mileven as a whole, actually. oh my god. i love how mature they are this season, how well written and acted their scenes were, how both mike and el showed so much growth and how their relationship was taken to another level. s4 mileven is just everything i wanted and more. i lost my mind with vol. 2.

nothing could have prepared me for mike's monologue (and i did try to prepare. i did). it was just-- everything. MIKE SAID EVERYTHING AND MORE AND HE SAID IT WITH HIS WHOLE CHEST!! every single line of that monologue is a threat to my life. it was set up so well and so well executed. and absolutely everything he said checks out and adds so much. the way his monologue ties in with their ep. 3 argument, the way mike makes sure to tell el he loves her on her good and bad days, with or without her powers. it was just everything el needed to hear. he touched on every single one of her insecurities and made sure she knew he loved all of her. for exactly who she is. and he said it nine times! insane! and we all knew s1 mike was already so gone for el but to have verbal confirmation of that?! i can't watch any s1 mileven scene without going "this mike loves her. and he knows that."

that pineapple pizza scene? it lives in my head rent-free. i can't think about it without giggling. it's just so sweet and says so much about who they are as a couple. it reminded me so much of 'blank makes you crazy' which is one of my favorite scenes. i just love that we got a quiet, happy moment between them in the middle of everything. i wasn't expecting that and it was the best surprise. goofy mike is my favorite mike and he just lives to make el laugh and just!!!! god. i can't move past how sweet this scene is. i love that he made her pizza box glasses. i love that he made a fool of himself to make her giggle. i love el's reaction to this. she just loves him so much, it's sick. the way she says his name, the way she asks for his hand. i love that el is the one to take the first step and say she missed him. mike's reaction to that kills me. he's really just so surprised and pleased. like he really was afraid she didn't. you can see the relief in his face. AND THAT HAND TOUCH! they're just so soft. and i love argyle for showing up with that pizza because el shoving food in mike's face while he yells he's not a baby? best thing i've ever seen.

and their reunion! truly a worthy follow up to their s2 reunion and that says a lot. i love how real it is. it's less cinematic than their s2 reunion but in a way that makes sense. you're right there with el. there's so much focus on the explosion and then suddenly mike's just-- there. it's amazing. seeing el go from shock to confusion to disbelief to joy at seeing mike in seconds is a goddamn experience. the way they hold each other, THE FOREHEAD TOUCH!!! the way mike is so happy and relieved to see her he doesn't even notice her hair or the collar. the way el herself seems to forget about it. mike's whimper when he hides his face on her shoulder. the way el asks "it's really you?" like she's afraid she's imagining him. like maybe she did think about something like this happening while trying to get her powers back. THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER!! how brenner said el would never be able to find her way out of the desert by herself but she didn't have to because mike was right there. he kept his promise to get her out. i can't describe the amount of love i have for this scene or how it makes me feel.

and last but not least that mike scene in the back of the van. wow. i've always seen mike as a very insecure character, with no self esteem, because that's been canon since s1. it's there if you look for it. but i never thought i'd see them explore this side of him. i was so pleasantly surprised. i love that they went there. i love that they let him talk about his insecurities and his struggles for once. it adds so much weight to so many scenes. it explains so much of what we've seen. the fact that all along he's been afraid not only that he'd lose el because of something out of their control happening but that he'd lose her because she'd see him for who he is and choose to leave hurts me. deeply. and i love that.

all in all, vol. 2 mileven gave us so much. there's so much to talk about. about mileven going forward. about old mileven scenes that feel NEW in light of everything we just watched. i have a lot of thoughts, basically. which is why this reply is so long lmao.

seriously, though, if anyone made it all the way to the end, feel free to yell about mileven (or anything st) in my askbox. i'm more than happy to yell back 💙

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [five] // wanda maximoff

summary: Wanda decides to ruin your chance at moving on, which doesn't go down well with you.

warning/s: none

author's note: jealous!wanda is one of my favourite wanda’s 👀 also your comments/feedback always make my day so thank you so much! ♥️

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Meeting Anna's granddaughter wasn't something I'd ever imagined, since Anna rarely mentioned her unless it was to recall a memory that eventually made her quiet for the rest of the day or to make a snide remark out of annoyance. So, to have her here in front of us was definitely... new.

"What are you doing here?" Anna asked with disbelief.

Sasha blinked awkwardly. "I, er, got a call from the nurse. She said you'd hurt your back, so I thought I'd check in." Her gaze fell to Wanda and I. "I see you've got company."

"Sorry, we'll give you a moment," Wanda blurted, before looking to Anna reassuringly.

I did the same before eyeing Sasha suspiciously then following after Wanda into the hall. When the door closed behind us, I wondered what exactly would happen in there. To say I was overprotective of Anna was an understatement.

Taking a seat on the chairs outside her room, I became acutely aware of how stupid I looked in my trainers, Mickey Mouse pyjamas and raincoat. Especially when Wanda sat beside me, knee brushing mine.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" she asked suddenly, earning my attention.

I shook my head, crossing my arms and leaning back into my seat. "No, thank you, I'm good."

She hummed in acknowledgement but said nothing else. The awkwardness that lingered between us was overpowering, but nowhere near as overpowering as the scent of Wanda's shampoo that was drifting up my nose from how close she was sat to me. I tightened my crossed arms, trying to think of something else. Then I remembered what had happened in Anna's room before Sasha interrupted.

"What were you and Anna arguing about?" I asked, glancing at the witch.

She winced, but didn't look my way. "Nothing. Just neighbour stuff."

I smiled bitterly. So, she didn't want to share. Fine. No big deal. Who was I but her neighbour's carer anyway?

After ten minutes of waiting, we decided to head back inside to make sure Anna was okay. What we saw was Anna and Sasha crying happy tears as the latter sat at her bedside, clutching her hand.

"Damn, sorry," I apologised for Wanda and I, realising we'd interrupted a special moment. "We can–"

"No, we're done," Sasha said, wiping away her tears with embarrassment. "Sorry about that."

"Devushki (girls), this is my granddaughter, Sasha," Anna introduced, and I'd never seen her look happier.

As Sasha stood up and rounded the bed to approach us, I realised she seemed familiar because of the photographs I'd seen around Anna's apartment.

"It's nice to finally meet the two people who have been taking care of my grandmother," Sasha said, before putting out her hand.

I bit back from retorting with something along the lines of 'we wouldn't have to if you had cared for her yourself', and instead shook her hand. Wanda glanced at me, probably sensing the negative thoughts in my mind with her powers, but she said nothing as she smiled politely at Sasha and shook her hand.

"It's nice to meet you, too," Wanda spoke, realising I wouldn't. "Anna talks a lot about you. I was hoping we would eventually meet."

Sasha sighed regretfully, smile fading. "Yes... well, I haven't been around as much as I should have been. I know that now."

"Took you long enough," I muttered under my breath, it slipping out without me realising.

Wanda shoved me in the arm in response and I frowned, rubbing the sore spot.

"You're right," Sasha said, looking to me apologetically. "But I'm here now. And getting that call earlier... it made me realise that I've treated Anna horribly. That's why I've invited her to live with me. To make up for lost time."

Certainly not expecting that, my jaw dropped with surprise. "What?"

Sasha sat back down beside Anna's beside and I exchanged startled looks with Wanda before looking to the older woman in question.

"No offence," I started, glancing at Sasha, before focusing on Anna again, "but are you sure this is the right move? It's not too sudden?"

Anna shook her head and grabbed Sasha's hand. "She wants me to be around her family. And I want it too, Y/N. I miss them."

I nodded, but chewed on the inside of my mouth anxiously. It's not that I didn't trust Sasha (okay, maybe it was a little), but I was scared for Anna. I didn't want her to get heartbroken all over again.

Be supportive, Wanda's voice filled my mind, and I looked to her to see her eyes fading from red to green.

I clenched my jaw. Stay out of my head.

With a bright smile, she ignored me and looked between the grandmother and granddaughter duo.

"I think that's wonderful, Anna," she said kindly. "I mean, of course I'm going to miss having you as a neighbour, but this is all you've wanted. I'm thrilled for you. And so is Y/N."

When she looked to me for confirmation, I felt a familiar anger in the pit of my stomach, only reserved for Wanda Maximoff. But this wasn't about us, this was about Anna.

"I am," I agreed, eyes flickering to Anna. "It sounds great."

"You can both visit whenever you want," Sasha said, nodding enthusiastically. "Anna loves you both so dearly."

"You can't get rid of us even if you tried," Wanda joked, flashing Anna a teasing smile.

Anna chuckled. "I knew you would both understand."

I smiled halfheartedly, glad that everything was working out for Anna but knowing I would miss caring for her greatly.

"We should leave you to rest," I said with finality.

"Thank you," Anna replied, and by the way she looked at me, I knew she was thanking me for a lot more.

"Get well soon," I told her in my 'nurse' voice that she hated, a playful smile on my lips. "I'll check on you tomorrow."

Anna nodded. "Tomorrow."

After saying an awkward goodbye to Sasha, I left the room and headed for the lift down the hall, not bothering to wait for Wanda. Thankfully, she must have known I didn't want to speak to her, as she didn't speed after me.

—

Since Anna moved in with her granddaughter, the last time I saw Wanda was at the hospital. Two more months passed and I had no need to bump into her at Anna's apartment since Anna didn't live there anymore. And the one time I visited Anna since she moved in to Sasha's house, Wanda wasn't present.

I guess it made it a lot easier to attempt to get over her. Six months since she broke up with me was long enough to move on, I think. I'd been on a few dates, none really going anywhere until Natasha decided to set me up with someone a few weeks ago.

It was a family friend of her Avenger's teammate, Clint Barton, and though it was a blind date, it actually worked out well. The woman was called Elise and she was very sweet and charming on our first date, having a similar sense of humour to mine and a killer smile. It was actually the first time since Wanda left that things felt like they were falling into place. We went on a few more dates, deciding not to rush things, and I found myself looking forward to going out with her.

It was a few weeks into our dating relationship when Natasha gave me a call, inviting me as her plus-one to Clint and his wife's vow renewal. They were having a whole celebration at their homestead in Missouri and Natasha figured I'd enjoy it, able to take a weekend break and join her at the lavish hotel she'd be staying in. And also because Elise would be there.

"Oh?" I said with surprise. "Elise didn't mention anything."

"She wanted to," Natasha said with amusement, "but she didn't want to bring it up in case you didn't want to go."

I quirked a brow, despite her being unable to see me. "And why wouldn't I want to go?"

Natasha hesitated. "'Cause Wanda will be there...?"

A sigh escaped my lips as I massaged my forehead. Elise knew about Wanda because it came up when she asked how Natasha and I became friends. She was actually really chill about the whole thing, which I appreciated, but I could only imagine how she must have felt knowing that Wanda would be at the vow renewal.

"You should still come," Natasha encouraged when I didn't say anything. "I already spoke to Wanda and she said she won't cause a scene or anything."

"I doubt that she would," I mumbled.

"She just wants you to be happy," Natasha finished. "So, be happy as my plus-one and get a cute date in with your girlfriend whilst you're there."

I tried to stifle the smile on my lips. "Elise isn't my girlfriend."

"Yet," Natasha added knowingly.

Rolling my eyes, I said, "Look, send me the details and I'll be happy to be your plus-one."

"Yes!" she exclaimed, and I could just imagine her fist-pumping like an idiot. "I'll see you then, Y/N."

"Goodbye," I told her, though a smile of amusement was playing on my lips.

After that call with Natasha, I didn't hesitate to give Elise a call, hoping I wasn't bothering her whilst she was at work.

"Hello?"

"Hey," I greeted, smiling to myself. "Is this a bad time?"

"Well, luckily for you, I'm actually just starting my lunch break," she said in a joking manner. "What's up?"

I scratched my head uncertainly. "Well, Natasha just called and invited me as her plus-one to Clint's vow renewal. She said you would be there, too, obviously, but I just wanted to check in and see if it was okay that I went."

I left out the part about her not telling me about it, but she seemed to pick up on it anyway as she breathed out slowly.

"I just don't want to step on your toes," I quickly added, before chewing on my lip.

"You could never," she said reassuringly. "I actually wanted to ask you to be my date, but I thought it may be too soon. Y'know, a vow renewal when it's only what, the sixth date in?"

"It's not too soon," I said, before adding, "I can just come as Natasha's friend and we don't have to make it a date."

"There's also the fact that your ex will be there," Elise added, and I frowned at the mention of Wanda. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"It's been six months," I told her with certainty. "I'm as comfortable as can be."

She paused. "If you think you'll be okay, then I'd love to see you there, Y/N."

"I know I'll be okay," I said promisingly. "And I'd like to go and maybe see you, too."

She laughed quietly and it made me smile. "In that case, I guess I'll see you there."

"It'll be fun," I said knowingly.

"It will," she agreed. "And now I can't wait."

It was my turn laugh. "Me either."

And fun it was... along with many other words.

The day of the vow renewal came by quickly enough and as promised, I went with Natasha as her plus-one. She made it as enjoyable as she could for me which I appreciated, with the two of us getting first-class tickets which Natasha was happy to pay for, and checking in to a beautiful hotel for the weekend. And that was just the accommodation.

The actual vow renewal was a stunning affair, as Clint and his wife, Laura, had gone all out with decorating the homestead and it's fields in a traditional, romantic way. A flower arch stood front and centre, with rows of seats set out for guests. Bouquets lined the outside and lights were strung above and all around the trees which I could only imagine would look stunning once the sun set.

"They really went all out," Natasha said, impressed as she took in the scene before us.

I hummed in agreement. "It's beautiful." I glanced at her adding, "Bet you wish you brought an actual date now."

Natasha smirked knowingly. "What's to say this isn't one? This could all be a plan to steal you away from Elise."

"Because that makes sense," I played along with amusement. "The woman who set me up with her best friend's family friend is trying to steal me away from said family friend. Makes complete sense."

"True," she said with a shrug, walking forward. I followed her as she continued, "If I was trying to make a move, you wouldn't see it coming."

I tried not to laugh. "Sure, Natasha."

"Trained assassin, expert in espionage, master of lying and hiding in plain sight," she listed off her skills one by one on her fingers. Shooting me a knowing smile, she repeated, "You wouldn't see it coming."

I rolled my eyes playfully and the two of us made the rounds, myself reacquainting with the other Avengers whom I hadn't seen since, well, since Wanda and I were together. It was a little awkward, since I was never really close with them and vice versa, but they were polite and kind and made me feel comfortable (probably because of Natasha, which gave me yet another reason to be grateful to the redhead).

Eventually, it got to a point where Wanda was the next person to say hello to and I truly thought six months would be enough to get over her; oh, how sorely mistaken I was.

She was talking to Sam Wilson, the two talking about something or the other that was clearly entertaining enough to warrant a laugh from Wanda. As we approached them, the sound of her laugh taunted me, melodic and dancing around my ears like a terrible reminder of what I couldn't have.

They spotted Natasha and I soon enough, their conversation ceasing and Wanda's laughter silencing as her eyes met mine. I tried not to let her effect me, but it became increasingly different when I noticed how beautiful she looked today, wearing a maroon-coloured dress and wearing her brown-red hair down in curls. Of course, all of that didn't compliment the giant scar on her forehead.

"Y/N, it's so good to see you!" Sam exclaimed, trying to prevent an awkwardness from occurring. "How have you been?"

I smiled his way. "I'm good, Sam. You?"

We talked for a little while, catching up, before Natasha decided to drag Sam away for a stupid, fake reason that was clearly said on purpose. Knowing I couldn't exactly stop her, I let her get away with it, figuring I'd have to face Wanda at some point.

"You look good," she spoke first, making me push a stand of my hair behind my ear to give my hands something to do.

"Thanks," I mumbled, before clearing my throat and meeting her gaze. "So do you. That's, er, that's always been your colour."

She smiled in response and I cursed inwardly, wondering why the hell I said that.

"You sound like you've been doing well," she said, referring to the conversation I had with Sam.

I nodded. "Yeah, I have."

A silence filled the air that none of us knew how to fill. I stared at my shoes so hard that I'm surprised a hole didn't form. Wanda hugged herself, unsure whether to speak or not.

"What happened to your head?" I finally thought of something, nodding to the scar.

She subconsciously reached up to touch it, though she didn't seem affected by it. "Oh, nothing. Just happened in a recent mission."

I nodded uncomfortably, never responding well to when she got injured. But she knew that.

"So, Nat said you've got a date," Wanda said, and the way she said it made me think that maybe she'd been wanting to mention it for a while. "Elise, right?"

I swallowed. "Yeah. She's just helping the Bartons out with some stuff then I'll be seeing her after."

Wanda nodded, eyes flickering between me and the floor. "That's nice. So, is it new?"

God, this was awkward.

"Kind of, yeah," I answered, not even sure why. "It's not, like, exclusive, but it's nice to move on, y'know?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh, so you're moving on?"

I pressed my lips together firmly. She was watching me curiously, green eyes bright with intrigue.

"I'd hope so," I answered, cocking my head to the side and watching her. "It's been six months."

She nodded, looking down. "Yeah, okay... so you're not in love with her?"

I clenched my jaw. "Is that really any of your business, Wanda?" She didn't answer, so I straightened up and avoided her eyes. "I should go. Ceremony is going to start soon."

Walking away, I left with tense shoulders and more nerves than when I headed in. She had no right to be jealous. She left me.

I found Elise just before everybody was told to take their seats for the ceremony. She apologised for missing me before, mentioning how she was helping Laura with getting ready, then proceeded to shower me in compliments which sent me into a blushing mess. After catching up, we took our seats for the ceremony and waited for it to begin.

Feeling someone's eyes on me, I glanced to my left and saw Wanda sat on the other set of rows, but she was staring right at me, lips pressed together thoughtfully. I rolled my eyes and looked ahead, ignoring her stares. As if sensing my mood, Elise grabbed ahold of my hand gently, glancing at me with a small smile as if to check that was okay. I squeezed her hand in response, letting her know it was.

Are her hands sweaty? Because they look sweaty.

I clenched my jaw and shot Wanda a glare, seeing the amused smile on her lips as she watched me.

Stay out of my head, I told her mentally, knowing she was listening, before rolling my eyes. And her hands are soft, thank you very much. Yours are the sweaty ones.

Though it was a terrible comeback, Wanda lost her smile and rolled her eyes before looking away. I tried not to let her annoying self bother me as Elise and I sat together, watching the ceremony.

It was short and sweet and though I didn't know Clint and Laura too well, it was easy to see they loved each other very much. Their vows were beautiful and it was adorable when their kids ran up to them at the end to give them a giant hug. I didn't know much, but I knew that I'd love to have a love like theirs some day.

After the ceremony came the reception, and there were loads of tables and chairs set up for guests, including a stage and dance floor next to it, perfect for a nice celebration after the vow renewal. It was all wonderful and I was excited, until I learnt that I was sat on the same table as Wanda.

Me, Elise, Natasha, Sam, Wanda and Bucky Barnes were all sat at the same table, which definitely didn't help with the awkwardness as Wanda eyed me from across the food. I tried to ignore her presence and focus on having a great time with Elise. Natasha promised that Wanda wouldn't make a scene, so I just had to believe her.

"So, what can I get you all to drink?" a waiter said, stopping by our table.

Everybody told him what they wanted and when he looked to me, I shrugged.

"Literally anything is fine with me," I said, before quickly adding, "Well, anything except gin. Not a fan of gin at all."

The waiter nodded and smiled politely. "I'm sure I can get you something good without gin."

I returned his smile as he nodded to us all once more before walking away to get our drinks.

"So, what did you think of the ceremony?" Elise asked, giving me her attention.

The two of us erupted into conversation, as did everyone else, and I was genuinely having a good time with her. The food was good, too, as were the drinks when they arrived. But the one problem was Wanda bloody Maximoff who couldn't keep her eyes away from me and was agitating me with her mere presence. I tried so hard to ignore her, but God forbid my eyes flickered over to her and she was already looking my way.

After a delicious meal and lovely conversation with the others, everybody began to get up and mingle with the other guests. I took this as my chance to steer away from Wanda and instead catch up with Natasha and hang out with Elise, who got on with everyone wonderfully. Sadly though, she had to keep nipping away to help the Bartons with some stuff for the party, but I didn't mind. I figured that was also part of the reason why she didn't invite me as her plus-one, so I didn't take it personally.

About an hour into the celebrations, I was mid-conversation with Natasha when we were interrupted by Wanda. I rolled my eyes as she looked to the redhead questioningly.

"Have you seen Clint around?" she asked. "Laura wants me to take everything from the gifts table inside and I need the key."

Natasha pursed her lips, shaking her head. As her eyes looked around for him, she said, "I'm not sure where he is..."

Before either of them could come to a conclusion, Elise appeared by my side with an apologetic smile and a drink in her hand.

"Hey," she greeted, squeezing my hand gently. "Sorry for ditching you before. I had to make sure the bar didn't run out of alcohol."

"It's all good," I told her with a small smile.

"I got you this gin cocktail to make up for it," she said sweetly, making me eye the drink like it was a bomb.

Wanda snorted suddenly, making me look to her with a glare. She tried to hide her laughter behind a smile as she looked the other way, though that didn't stop her from commenting in my mind with her obnoxious, intrusive powers.

Real good listener this one. Didn't you say you didn't like gin earlier?

I refrained from smacking her. Go away, Wanda.

"Thank you," I said to Elise gratefully, accepting the drink. "It looks great."

"Oh, I think I see Clint," Wanda said, before shooting us all a smile I'd love to punch. "Catch you later."

"See ya," Natasha said, as Elise waved and I rolled my eyes.

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Dancing was fun and I liked to think I was good for an average person. So, when the DJ put on some fun music and encouraged guests to have a little dance, I immediately asked Elise to join me. Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly the most confident of dancers. She was adorably apologising as she held my hands, letting me take the lead.

"It's okay," I reassured her with a laugh. "You're doing fine."

But as she stepped on my foot for the millionth time, I could tell she thought she was doing anything but. I didn't mind though since it was amusing and cute all at the same time.

Be careful over there, Y/N. You may have been better off wearing some steel-toed shoes.

At the sound of Wanda's voice infiltrating my mind, I searched around me until I caught sight of the familiar green eyes over Elise's shoulder. She was stood to the side, entertained smile adorning her lips, as she watched Elise and I dance.

Why don't you piss off and mind your own business before I buy a pair of steel-toed shoes just to kick you with!

She didn't respond, so I focused my attention back on Elise and paused as something a little slower and more romantic played in the background. Offering an encouraging smile to Elise, I held out my hand which she accepted happily.

"Luckily, this one is pretty easy, so you might avoid bruising my feet," I joked to lighten the mood.

She flushed with embarrassment but let me pull her close as I took the lead. Subconsciously, my eyes wandered back to Wanda, who was now crossing her arms with annoyance and watching me with glowing red eyes. She had absolutely no right to be jealous. But I didn't care. It wasn't my business.

After sharing a lovely dance with Elise, the two of us took a seat at our empty table to have some water and talk. Of course, as we were chatting, our conversation was interrupted by none other than–

"Wanda," I got out through gritted teeth.

She grinned as she took a seat next to us, crossing her legs and resting her intertwined hands on her knees comfortably.

"I figured I'd introduce myself properly since we haven't really met before," Wanda explained, eyes dancing with mischief before she looked to Elise. "I'm Wanda Maximoff."

Elise smiled politely. "I'm Elise Fey. And I know who you are. A really impressive Avenger at that."

I narrowed my eyes as Wanda waved her hand dismissively. What was she playing at exactly?

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," she said bashfully. "But I guess, since you know who I am, it's only fair I return the favour. After all, you're here as Y/N's date, and as Y/N's friend, I thought it would be nice to get to know you."

"Friend," I repeated the word bitterly. "So, that's what we are now?"

Wanda chuckled, brushing off my words, before focusing on Elise. "So, what do you do, Elise?"

"I'm a veterinarian," she quipped proudly.

"How cute," Wanda said, tilting her head to the side and smiling. "How long have you been doing that?"

"Only a few years," Elise said, glancing at me with mild confusion. "It's a really rewarding job."

"I can imagine," Wanda said, before pulling a puzzled expression. "But wait, how does that work with you both? Since Y/N is allergic to pets an' all?"

Locking my jaw with agitation, I stared at Wanda's doe-eyed face. Elise looked to me with surprise.

"You are?" she asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I shook my head, smiling at her. "No, not really... I mean, well, rabbits. I'm allergic to rabbits. I didn't think it was a big deal."

"It kind of is," she said playfully. "What if I had treated a rabbit at work and then went on a date with you?"

I chuckled awkwardly. "Hmm, yeah, okay, maybe it's a little bit of a big deal."

She hummed disapprovingly before looking back to Wanda, who watched us both curiously.

"So, you work as a vet in New York?" she asked Elise, and I couldn't tell if she was actually interested or just trying to piss me off. When Elise nodded, she continued, "Are you from New York?"

"I'm originally from here actually," Elise said, motioning around us. "My family knew Laura's family before she married Clint. That's how I know the Bartons."

"Oh, so your parents still live here?" Wanda asked, leaning her head in the palm of her hand as she continued to question her.

"Yeah, not far from here actually," Elise answered with a smile.

Wanda nodded. "Cool... so how would that work, the whole visiting them thing? I mean, Y/N works a lot, right? And I assume you're close with your family. So, how does taking the time off to visit your parents work with you both when it's, like, 16 hours away?"

I squeezed my hands together to contain my frustration towards Wanda. Elise opened her mouth to respond, then closed it when she realised she didn't know how to answer. Her eyes darted to mine, asking for help, and I knew she was too polite to call Wanda out for her bullshit.

"We're still newly dating, Wanda," I answered through a fake smile. "We haven't even talked about meeting each other's parents, so it's not an issue right now."

"Right now," Wanda echoed my words, as if adding a double meaning. "But it will be in the future?"

I tried not to react harshly as I said, "That's not what I said."

Wanda nodded slowly, smirk tugging at her lips. Saying nothing more on the subject, she looked to Elise with dark eyes.

"It was lovely meeting you," she finished. "I'll see you around, I guess."

Elise nodded uncomfortably. "You, too, Wanda."

Shooting me a smile, she got up and left Elise and I sat there in mixed emotions. I was peeved at the Sokovian woman, not understanding why she had to try and ruin my one chance at moving on.

"I'm sorry about that," I said to Elise, a frown on my lips. "I don't know what the hell happened, but I definitely didn't expect it."

Elise chewed on her lower lip with thought. I waited patiently, wishing I knew what she was thinking. Finally, her blue eyes met mine apologetically.

"I don't think Wanda is quite over you," she said quietly. "And maybe you're not over her either, Y/N. At least not as much as you think you are."

I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Elise, she's just being a dick to piss me off. It's not like that."

Elise winced. "I think it is. And honestly, you're a lovely person, but I just don't want to get involved in something like that right now."

I knitted my brows together with confusion. "What do you mean?"

She rested her hand on mine atop the table. "It's probably better we stay friends. Easier."

"Elise... c'mon. We just– we only just got to know each other." I frowned, feeling bad that she didn't want to see where this would go.

"For what it's worth, today was really fun," she said with a smile, trying to make light of the situation. "And every date we've shared has been fun, too. But I can't compete with the history you share with Wanda. And I don't want to."

I didn't know what to say, speechless, unable to understand why she was doing this. Taking that as her chance to leave, she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek before standing up and letting go of my hand.

"I'm gonna leave early," she explained. "I hope you work stuff out for yourself."

I looked up to her, watching as she smiled once more before leaving me be. We'd only been dating a few weeks, I knew that, but I still felt saddened to know she didn't want to keep things going. And with the realisation that it was because of Wanda, my sadness was quickly replaced with anger. It always came back to her.

Scowl on my face, I stood up and knew one thing: Wanda Maximoff was dead meat.

[unwrittenlibrary]

i know, you know.

summary -> bucky would die for you, but that’s not what you want from him.

words -> 1.7k

warnings -> light angst & near death & use of nickname (sweets)

notes -> i started game of thrones & i am obsessed with the idea of medieval bucky now so add that to my wips list

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Bucky has no sense of self preservation.

You’re unsure if it’s because when he was a boy he was sent to war where it wasn’t a when you come home, it was an if. Or maybe because he’s lived so long he doesn’t feel like he needs to worry about life.

At first Bucky’s martyr-like care for you had made your pulse race. Throwing himself in front of punches thrown your way and saving you from bullets by reaching out his metal arm.

Then you realized he never thought things through. He just threw himself into harms way without worrying about whether or not he would survive the action.

You’ve learned all this within the two years you’ve known him. He’s become your best friend. Something more than that too. Shared stares and secret kisses that leave your heart fluttering and skin heating.

You love him, the kind of love that bubbles under the surface of kind smiles and more than friendly touches.

The kind that leaves your leg shaking as you sit beside him now, because Bucky Barnes has been asleep for three days.

A bullet had tore through his chest and left him gasping for air and bleeding out at your feet. You had dropped beside him to your knees after sending a bullet through the attackers chest.

“Sam, you’ve got to get us out of here.” You gasp into your comms. “Bucky’s hurt.” Your hands come to rest over the wound and you press harshly against them.

You look around in panic. “You idiot.” You mumble to him. Bucky’s blinking slowly and is obviously in a daze as he tries to focus on you leaning over him. “

“I’ll die before I let someone hurt you.” Bucky whispers. Your hands are stained red and Bucky’s eyes slide shut again after he breathes the words out. You let out a choked cry as you stare down at him.

“He’ll be okay.” Sam’s hand is resting on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “Bucky is a fighter.”

You shake him off. “Bucky is an idiot.” You snap. Your eyes trail over his chest that’s rising and falling steadily.

‘He’s lucky.’ The doctor’s words come to your mind. ‘If it weren’t for that serum he most likely would have bled out in the field.’

You can’t stop thinking about the scene. The tips of your fingers are still stained red, the blood stubbornly refusing to wash away and remains a constant reminder of Bucky’s words in the field.

“Bucky is an idiot with no self preservation.” You start again. The words that had been caught in your throat the past three days come tumbling out like vile. “He’s selfish and doesn’t have any remorse for his choices or any idea what his actions may do to the people who care about him.”

You look at Bucky again. He doesn’t stir. His chest is still rising and falling steadily while his eyes remain closed. “I’m going to get a drink.” You push your chair our abruptly. Sam jumps away from you as you shove past him.

Guilt weighs you down immediately. You hadn’t meant to snap at Sam and you certainly didn’t mean all you said about Bucky.

It’s just - Bucky isn’t supposed to look like that. You had never seen him look so vulnerable. His skin pale and body completely immobile as he sleeps.

It has you panicking. Bucky, your Bucky, was strong and unmoving in a way that left enemies shaking. He had an aura that made you feel warm and confident with him by your side.

The hospital walls are a blank white that leave you simultaneously nauseous and comforted as you rest your back against it and shut your eyes.

Nobody stops to ask if you were okay or if you needed help, many of them too busy or preoccupied with actual patients. It was relieving to be able to have a moment of silence with nothing in your thoughts but what may be going on with the people you watched moves throughout the hospital.

How many were visitors there for a similar reason to yours? How many regular patients or who was a favorite nurse?

Sam’s voice makes you straighten out when you hear your name. You look at him apologetically, but before you can get the words out, he cuts you off. “Bucky’s awake.”

You pause. “Just like that?” You ask dumbly. You knew that this is what would happen. The doctor had explained that Bucky had been placed in an induced coma so his body could heal on it’s own and that he would wake up on his own time.

After three days though, you can’t imagine looking into Bucky’s eyes. You don’t know how to after seeing him so close to death.

“Just like that.” Sam says kindly. “I told you he was a fighter.”

You swallow thickly in an attempt to hold back tears. “I don’t… I’ll be in there soon.” You settle against the wall again.

Softly, Sam speaks, “Soon? He’s asking for you.” He tilts his head in an attempt to get you to look at him, but your eyes stay stuck to the ground. “Nobody ever said Bucky wasn’t an idiot, but he’s an idiot who cares. About you.”

“He can care about me without trying to kill himself!” You exclaim. You shoot an apologetic look toward the nurses who glance over at your voice.

There’s a beat of silence before Sam sighs. “He can. But how is supposed to know that? All Bucky has known is war, maybe in some way saving you from violence is all he knows how to do to show he cares.”

You look away again before you heave out a sigh. Your mind is a scrambled mess of panic, stress and exhaustion. All you want is to go home and forget any of this ever happened.

“I’ll give you some time.” Sam presses a reassuring kiss to the top of your head. “Just talk to him, yeah?”

You nod reluctantly. “I will.” When you don’t move, Sam raises his eyebrows. “Just… Give me a second.” When Sam leaves you in the hallway again, you suck in a deep breath in preparation.

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“Sweets.” Bucky smiles softly when he spots you in the doorway. “Been wondering where you were.”

You look him over like you’re expecting to see him covered in blood again. “Needed some air.” You answer curtly.

Bucky watches you quietly as you move further into the room. “Something wrong?”

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You avoid answering the question. Bucky notices you pause at the end of his bed and stares with furrowed brows.

When you don’t say anything else he forces out an awkward chuckle. “I’m always gonna be okay, sweets.”

“That’s not true.” You snap. You heave in a breath as Bucky watches with wide eyes. “You don’t get to just… Just wake up and be fine.”

“I am fine.” Bucky waves his hands out in front of him as if to show you. You shake your head in disbelief. “What? I am!”

“Your blood was on my hands!” You yell, shocking Bucky into silence. “You were bleeding out! Bucky, I had to watch you almost die in my arms. You don’t… You don’t get to sit here and just say you’re fine.”

“Sweets…” Bucky trails off. His eyes move over you like you’re a wild animal and he’s afraid you’ll pounce. It makes you even more upset that you look like the irrational one here.

You look away. “You were bleeding out and there was nothing I could do but watch. I can’t… I can’t do that again.”

“What am I supposed to do?” His voice raises and you know it’s so you’ll look over at him again. “Just let them hurt you?”

There’s a moment of tense silence before you nod. “Yes.”

“I’m not doing that. I can’t and I won’t.” Bucky’s shaking his head wildly at the thought of you getting hurt. “That’s not an option.”

You scoff. You’re still standing at the end of his bed and you can’t bring yourself to move closer. Not with how angry you are at him. “What is this self-sacrificial bullshit? Who does it help?”

“You!” Bucky yells. You’re almost afraid somebody will come in to check on him and find the two of you in the midst of a fight. “I’d rather be in this bed than see you in it.”

You let out a humorless laugh, but it just ends up as an exhausted sigh. “I can’t lose you, Bucky.” You finally admit in a whisper. “I can’t… I need you here, alive.”

Bucky’s eyes soften as you looks you over. “Come here.” Your eyes grow teary as he opens his arms for you crawl in beside him. “Please, sweets. Come lay with me.”

“Bucky…” You sniffle as the beginning of a sentence trails off. You move quickly to lay beside him, careful of the wires. “I don’t want you to die for me.”

His hand runs up and down your arm as your head rests on his shoulder. “This life. My life. It’s been full of violence, I just want to protect you from it.”

“You can protect me without almost dying. I won’t watch you do this again.” You look up at him sadly, the sound of his monitor beeping steadily somehow helps you breathe calmer as you push the words out. “If you want me in your life, you’ll give up this self-sacrificing bullshit.”

Bucky shifts so he can look down at you. “What else should I do?”

“Let me fight on my own. Have faith that I can handle myself.” Your hand trails down to intertwine with his. “If I… If I ever got hurt in the field like this, I’d rather you fight for me than die for me.”

Bucky inhales sharply. “I do have faith in you.” His left hand comes up to rest on your cheek and turn you eyes to face him again. “I know you’re a good fighter. I just… I…”

“I know.” You agree. The words are clear in his eyes and the nervous smile on his face. “I just need you to promise me, no more being a martyr. I don’t need anything else right now.”

Bucky’s thumb gently runs over your cheek bone. “I promise to try.” You allow your eyes to shut as Bucky leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

There are words unspoken between you two. Things that should be said and talked about, but it can wait. You’re content to lay with him, like this, for now.

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notes -> just a short bucky piece while i work on my longer fics! next part of the survivor series should be out soon.

[kumzume]

SLAP! ft. goshiki tsutomu

wc. 1.7k :D

warnings. SMUT (duh), impact play, slight angst???, a lil fluff, cumming untouched, hard-ish dom!reader, sub!goshiki, established relationship, dom drop (???), shit ending but what’s new lmao

an. i realized i was neglecting this blog while Trying™ to work on desperate pt 2 &&& i was missing my baby goshiki so :p

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

“i’m sorry, you want me to what?”

you could feel the disbelief written all over your face, the absurdity of the situation ticking up the corners of your lips into an incredulous smile.

goshiki—bless his heart—sat fidgeting in front of you, his face painted in a bright pink shade while he played with his lithe fingers in his lap.

you just couldn’t believe your ears. your goshiki—the one who nearly fainted when he asked you out, the one who threw up twice before meeting your parents and the one who sobbed so hard through your vows he was impossible to understand—that same goshiki was asking you to do what??

“i-i asked if y-you would hit me,” he mumbled, eyes downcast as though to avoid rejection, “y’know, during sex.”

okay, so you weren’t having an early stroke when you heard him earlier.

he actually wanted you to hit him—pretty badly it appeared if the bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans was anything to go by.

you took a deep breath in order to ground yourself and collect your thoughts. you knew your husband’s mind was probably going a mile a minute while he awaited your inevitable dismissal of the subject but you needed a moment to just think.

were you seriously opposed to this? i mean, throughout your entire relationship goshiki had always made accommodations for you, from little things like buying more pillows for his bed when you moved in with him to big things like scheduling time off for you when you got too stressed to take you on a vacation.

he’d always been there for you so why couldn’t you do this little thing for him? it was only sex and your relationship was so, so much more than that. giving him this was honestly the least you could do to repay him for all that he’d done for you.

with your mind made up and your resolve successfully steeled, you made your way over to your husband who looked about ready to keel over. you felt your heart clench in your chest, feeling rather bad about leaving him in silence for a good 5 minutes.

it took you a few short strides before you finally stood in front of goshiki, observing the shuddering of his shoulders and his pointed avoidance of eye contact.

you breathed out a soft sigh before bringing your left hand, adorned with your glittering wedding ring, up to his cheek, caressing the warm skin gently. despite his refusal to look you in the face, goshiki leaned into your touch, turning his face so that his petal soft lips were flush with your palm.

carefully, you lifted his face up so that he was finally looking at you. you weren’t at all surprised to see the tears growing in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall over his lashline—he’d always been somewhat of a crybaby.

goshiki stared at you with such adoration and love that you couldn’t help the sharp exhale that escaped from your nose. his eyes fluttered shut as he moved just enough to take your thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking serenely.

the sensation was nearly enough to knock you entirely off track but you quickly regained control of the situation. you slipped your thumb out goshiki’s mouth, your hand roaming to his jaw before gripping him tightly, his eyes shooting open and welling up with tears.

“‘tomu,” you began harshly, “tell me what you said before, hm? what do you want me to do?”

“yn pleas—“ your hand held him tighter causing a choked whimper to slip past his parted lips.

“ah ah ah ‘tomu, you know better than that.” from your place above him, you could see his eyes beginning to glaze over as he sunk into the comfort of your control. the sight never failed to get you, a warm smile almost overtaking your face but you swiftly stomped it out.

the grip on his face tightened once again as you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “what do you call me to get what you want ‘tomu?” the warm breath tickling goshiki’s ear sent a shudder crawling down his spine to rest hard and heavy in his pelvis.

“i supposhed to call you mish,” he finally responded, his words muffled by your fingers digging into his cheeks. you let the smile breach your face this time, letting go of his face before turning on your heel to make your way towards the bedroom.

you don’t turn around but you can hear goshiki knock over his chair in his haste to follow behind you. you grinned before schooling your face into an unimpressed mask.

the cool air of your bedroom hit your shoulders causing tiny goosebumps to arise but you ignored the discomfort to focus on goshiki. he had entered the room a while ago, his big bright eyes trained on the ground while he awaited your instruction.

he was so good. that’s what made what you were about to do just that much more fun.

“‘tomu,” you began, your tone harsh and unforgiving. “come here.”

your husband obliged, shuffling over to you until he was only a foot away. despite his naturally submissive nature, he towered above you, his body built from his years of volleyball and working out.

you allowed your eyes to trail down the dips and curves of his body, just barely hidden by his tight t-shirt, leaving little to the imagination.

now that just wouldn’t do. you needed to see all of him.

“take off your clothes.” he was quick to do exactly as you asked, his clothes growing in a pile on your floor until he was clad in only his tight black boxers that did little to hide his hard and leaking cock.

you grinned at the wet patch on the front of his briefs signaling that he was more excited than he let on. the more you stood there observing him, the bigger the wet patch grew and the more he began to squirm.

breathing out a faux-disappointed sigh, you reached out and weaved your hands into his purple strands before yanking him down to the floor, his knees crashing against the hardwood painfully.

the sound he released was so guttural that you nearly stopped the scene right then and there but the way he moaned your name and rutted his hips in the air at the pain had you hesitating.

you agreed to this, yes, but could you really go through with it? you mentally shook your head at the sentiment. no, you were going to hurt him and he was going to like it.

with a new outlook, your stare grew harsher and your words became more pointed. “what a little pain slut, getting off on this,” you sneered, enjoying how goshiki’s eyes filled with tears.

“miss i—“ SLAP! the sound rang throughout the room, echoing off the plaster walls. goshiki’s head was whipped all the way to the side, a bright red imprint beginning to form on his cheek. your hand stung at the severeness of the hit so you could hardly imagine how much pain your husband was in.

you were horrified at how hard you had hit him, your mind too embalmed in the dominant persona to think before you hit.

“oh fucking hell, baby i am so sorry,” your current whimpering voice a far cry from the bitter tone you had held only minutes ago. you immediately dropped to your knees before very carefully taking his heated face in your hands.

when one of your palms touched the affected area, goshiki flinched away from you and the pain. you felt your heart break in your chest at the gesture, his eyes remaining downcast and away from you.

“tsutomu, you have to believe me, i didn’t mean to hurt you,” you rambled while tears filled your eyes. you were repelled by what you had done, your mouth pouring out apology after apology.

“i just thought it was what you wanted but i shouldn’t have taken it that far and—“

“yn,” goshiki interrupted, one of his calloused hands coming to lift your chin so that your eyes met his. “it’s okay.”

he looked at you with such kindness and love but you just couldn’t accept it. “tsutomu, i hurt you,” you pleaded, your vision becoming blurry with yet another wave of tears.

through the liquid in your eyes, you managed to see goshiki shake his head before taking your hand in his and leading it down to the front of his boxers. your breath caught in your throat as your fingertips met with the wet—soaking—cotton fabric that engulfed his dick.

you looked back up at him with wide eyes which he met with a blinding smile. “i came,” he said nonchalantly, “you made me come.”

he came... from your slap?

if that wasn’t the hottest thing in the world, you had no idea what was.

“tsutomu, i...” you couldn’t finish your sentence due to goshiki’s slightly chapped pink lips being pressed to yours in a passionate kiss.

your eyes fluttered shut as you gave into him, your arms coming to rest in his silky purple strands while your tongue pressed itself into the warm cavern of his mouth.

goshiki pulled away first, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath. your eyes remained closed for a moment while you tried to still your own rapidly beating heart but when they opened, you were met with his wide-eyed stare of adoration.

“i love you yn,” he muttered before kissing you on the nose and standing, not allowing you to respond. he pulled you up with him (you always forget how strong he is) before burying his face in your neck.

you giggled at his childish behavior, one of your hands coming up to stroke through his hair. “what do you need ‘tomu?” you asked, placing gentle kisses around his ear.

“need to shower. ‘m all sticky.” you both laughed at that before pulling apart and leading him to the bathroom.

“okay but if i have to clean off your dick, i expect at least two orgasms from you, mr. ace.”

“yes ma’am!”

“god, i love you.”

[tooweirdforyou]

Maybe how mihawk and ace and zorro would handle a fem! s/o's crazy and mean ex. Like I am feeling down about mine. Anytime hes sees with someone new, instant asshole, screaming at me in of the person I'm with. I feel with him around no will want to stick around. I just need heavy fluff

Mihawk, Ace + Zoro And A Fem! S/O With A Mean Ex

A/N : absolutely hope that this makes you feel better. I’ve never dated but I can’t imagine what that feels like ;-; I hope everything gets better and I’m so sorry this took so long to get out for you :(

Summary : these three boys and their reactions to your mean and crazy ex bothering you.

note : this seems like one of those emergency requests I’ve seen, so I wanted this out quickly but never got around to it :(

Warning : triggering scenes, harmful / harsh wording, etc.

Law, Shanks + Crocodile » Here!

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Ace

Raging flames.

That is all that can be seen when a bystander passes the three of you in the streets on an island.

Ace is standing in front of you, keeping you behind him in a protective stance as his jaw and fists are clenched tightly, flames erupting from his body.

And the unconscious body of your ex lying down on the floor.

-

You and Ace were just exploring a new island the Whitebeard Pirates docked at, Marco picking up some medical supplies and a few others just seeing what they could find.

The two of you strayed off and stuck with each other to go sight-seeing, and unfortunately..

This happened to be the same island your ex lives.

And so when you two are walking and you hear an all too familiar voice, your blood runs cold.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little [Name]. Come back for more?”

Ace would be so confused and just glances back at the male who walks up behind you. “Do you know this guy, [Name]?”

“Who’s this? Your new boyfriend? Doesn’t look all that great to me.”

You bite down on your tongue to prevent yourself from saying anything but Ace can immediately sense something is wrong when he feels your grip on his hand tightening.

“Cat got your tongue? I bet you are speechless. You must be thinking to yourself, how you could go after some worthless guy like him and perhaps come back to me, begging me to take you back.” The condescending laugh is heard as he smirks at you.

Ace’s sharp glare is immediately sent to your ex and flames are slowly building with each passing second.

“If you do beg me, I may or may not consider it. It depends on how low you go down on your knees for me. But then again, I might have to reject you just so I can admire your horrendous face full of fear and sadness as you wallow in regret for—“

You were too busy looking down and feeling yourself shrink at his words to even notice Ace had pulled away from you.

And at a distance he stood, towering over your ex with pure hatred and anger burning in his eyes, with his fist in flames.

“Shut up. If you ever even look in [Name]’s direction again, I won’t hesitate to burn you to hell.”

Anger quickly subsided as Ace turns from the unconscious male and faces you with pure worry and concern.

“Hey, are you okay?”

All you could do was stare in shock, unable to process anything that happened as Ace takes your hands in his and brings it to his face.

“Don’t listen to a word he said, okay? Come on. Let’s go get some ice cream before heading back to the ship.”

-

Mihawk

“[Name]? What the hell are you doing here?”

The all too familiar voice makes your eyes widen out of its sockets, stopping you in your tracks from wandering the halls of Mariejois.

Turning back to face the one you least expected and absolutely dreaded most, color drained from your face when you finally came face to face to your ex.

“[Ex Name].. I didn’t realize you’re stationed here.. how are the other marines?” You try to make some light conversation but just wanted to eagerly run away.

The male only scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Better now that you’re gone, I’ll admit. Now why the hell are you here?”

“Actually..-“

“And why is that any of your business?”

Hearing the new voice cut in, your ex scoffs and turns to face the owner before his eyes widens.

“A warlord?! What are you doing out here? Whatever! Just get out of here, you pirate! This doesn’t concern you!”

Mihawk exhales quietly in disappointment, clearly becoming annoyed at the male’s loud and head-aching yells.

Making his way over to you, Mihawk gently grabs your hands in his. “Is this man bothering you, mi amor?”

Glancing to the shocked expression of your ex, you have a shy nod. “H-He’s my ex..” you mumble out, rubbing the back of your head as you grasp his hand tightly.

“I see.” Mihawk nods in understanding before closing his eyes and turned to face the marine, who was recovering from shock.

“Y-You?! Dating her?” He let out a dramatic scoff. “Of course you’d go after a pirate. It’s such a disappointment to see you stray from the Navy, [Name]. But whatever, you’re just— AGH!”

“That’s enough out of you now.”

Wielding his smallest sword, the mini cross that hung around his neck in a necklace, Mihawk gave one slice into the air before the loud cry of pain was heard.

Staring down at the fallen marine, he looks unimpressed at the lack of strength shown and how easily the marine fell from just a measly swing of his arm.

“Don’t you ever dare to utter a word or mind a thought about my [Name]. Otherwise I’ll have you buried six feet underground. Is that understood?”

Slipping his cross back together into his necklace, he turns over to your with his lips in a firm line but his expression softened in the slightest.

“Let’s go, my dear. We’re done here.”

Bringing his hand to the dip of your back, he began to guide you out of the large palace to head back to his castle and perhaps enjoy a nice evening together with some wine.

-

Zoro

Zoro may not be the smartest, but he certainly picks up on certain behavioral cues, especially yours after having been together for so long.

So when the Sunny is sailing the seas and come across another pirate ship, which causes Luffy to seek after them to converse and greet them.

At first, everything’s alright, the Pirates were somewhat friendly like the Straw Hats, until the Captain goes to board the Straw Hat ship, to personally greet each member.

But when the captain goes by you, his kind smile is immediately dropped to one of a frown of distaste. “[Name].”

You couldn’t even express how you felt. Shock? Misery? Pain? Disbelief? Were you usually this unlucky to have to come across your ex like this? How could you not recognize the Jolly Roger of the ship?

His next words seem to snap you back from your thoughts. “Blanking and zoning out once again. I see you haven’t changed much, [Name].” He tuts, shaking his head and turns away dramatically.

“It’s a shame you can never grow. Still the same old, same old. It’s truly a shame.”

Biting your lip, you look away and took a step back, ignoring him as the others watch with confusion.

“Eh? How do you know this guy, [Name]?” Nami asks, tilting her head.

Zoro, who was resting against the mast and listening to everything, opens his eye to glance at you. He clearly noticed your discomfort and pained expression, but withheld from doing anything.

His eyes only drifted to the cause of your discomfort.

The others weren’t too sure how to react, only sensing that something happened between the two of you. With the tension in the air, even Luffy could tell.

It wasn’t until his next words that something in them all snapped.

“Honestly, you’re better off having just stayed in your pathetic lonely life at your small island. This pirate life is not meant for you. After all,”

Eyes boring right into your soul, his stare pierced your body and his words pierced your heart.

“No one wants a pathetic and useless weakling around, right?”

Mere seconds later, the Captain, your ex, was knocked right into the railing of the ship, successfully denting the wood and breaking the pieces off with the amount of force brought into the impact.

Your ex was laying there, shifting in and out of consciousness and blood dripped from cuts over his body.

Zoro, with a hand gripping Shusui, was standing in front of the crew, no one even flinched at the movement but you. Your eyes were widened in shock, unable to say a word.

“I’ll have you know, [Name] is nothing like that. She’s grown, a hundred times stronger than you and I will make sure to kick your ass if I ever hear her name come out of your lips again.”

The other straw hats were all watching with heavy glares piercing the opposing pirate ship and specifically the Captain, each member getting ready to attack as needed.

“Get the hell off my ship, now.” Luffy demands, his voice cold, quiet and the most intimidating stare that would even make an Emperor tremble.

It didn’t take long for the opposing crew to pick up their captain and flee in a panic, especially when Luffy cracked his knuckles.

Releasing a small breath of relief you didn’t even know you were holding, you felt someone dragging you away from the deck and the crew, and you look up to find Zoro.

Finding that he was pulling you to the bedroom, he forces you over to the bed and then pulls you on top of him when he laid down.

“Just sleep with me. Forget everything he said and everything that happened.”

-

A/N : I hope you liked this, and I apologize you have to deal with that. So sorry this took so long.

I might allow emergency requests, it depends, I’ve never seen too much of it. I hope everything’s okay though.

[hiraya-rawr]

Hi hiraaa! Its coffee anon, its been so long since I’ve last sent an ask but my life has been really hectic and i wasn't really in the right mental state for a while which is why I haven't sent an ask in so long! I’m trying to come back to my usual self and I wanted to let you know that I’m still reading and loving all your works ever since I last sent a message and I think it's about time I sent my gratitude hehe sooo here are my thoughts and all my love on all the works I didn't comment on during my absence, I’m sure I missed a bunch here and there so I hope you can forgive me for that but know that I love everything you write and it brightens my day :DD without further ado, let's start!

From what I remember, the last post I wasnt able to comment on was the last part of I love you so which is such a shame because I was sobbing crying and grinning by the end of it all. I love that you included all the parallels at the beginning because it added just the perfect amount of pain in my heart before even getting started. AND THEN THE DRAMA HIT! I distinctly remember holding back a scream bc i was reading pt 4 at like 2am in the morning and when she ran out in the rain i had to take a breather before I actually burst and THEN DILUC RUNS AFTER HER AND I JUST LOST IT, AAAAAAA WHEN HE WHEN HE WHEN HE JUST im still feeling the tingle of excitement and thrill when reading that part to this day and it just felt like i was there at the time and i honestly started sobbing when he finally confessed bc i was just so happy that THEYRE THERE! THEY FINALLY GOT IT! LIKE YES BESTIES YOU LOVE EACH OTHER! I'm really glad we got to see what happened after but kaeya’s part had me holding in a big sob cause that's my comfort husbando right there, like ilysm kaeya pls im sorry but im just glad the dearest couple finally had there happy ending bc they deserve it and i just love them okay?

The next one seems to be Diluc’s big family 1 but I'm gonna talk abt the whole series here bc i dont want to overshare hehe, for some context i don’t really like kids except for a select few, kids seem to like me well enough but Ive always been a little annoyed with them growing up but this series has me rethinking everything honestly. The first part had me all smiley bc of how sweet it would be to see diluc coming home and just 4 kids hounding him as a welcome touches my heart. Part 2 had me cackling bc i love the reactions of everyone and i can just imagine the overwhelming look of surprise and disbelief on their face when they see the ragvindr family. Then part 3 was just wholesome sweet chaos and a perfect mix of the last two parts AND THE KAEYA APPEARANCE AT THE END? Totally see him doing that i love him sm pls, anyway i love all the kids and i would do anything for them

Up next is another angst with diluc but this time it's with my newest comfort character, ayato. When i first read this one I knew that I was going to be hurt but i did NOT expect it to hit me as hard as it did AHAHAHA when it got to the goodbye part I IMMEDIATELY thought of that scene in little women (i havent watched the movie but ive seen the scene multiple times bc the acting and emotion is just amazing) i was surprised to find out that i was actually right! Anyway, this drabble broke me bc i just know that having this perfect connection but not being able to follow it is so painful for both parties and i cant help but cry for them

The next one is the kid! Kamisato! Reader having a crush on thoma and when I tell you I cackled so hard I might have hit my hand a little bit too hard on my desk. The situation is just so hilarious and I love the idea of young Ayato losing control of his emotions bc his little sister decided that she likes sweet thoma more than him and I cant get his cute little pout out of my head which is why I keep laughing a lot. I actually had a crush who rejected me so gently that we actually became friends after and i liked them more because of how sweet they were honestly so i can totally see thoma as the type to let someone down so nicely that you cant even be sad! The ending made me lose it again though AHAHHAHA the poor boba (1/2) ~coffee anon

I've gatekeeped this ask for a month but NOW THAT I FINALLY KNOW HOW A PERSONAL TAGLIST WORKS (and I have a reblog acc!) I CAN KEEP THIS FOREVER

I cant even begin to believe that you remembered my works and kept comments for them while you were giving yourself some space!! 😭 I'm so glad to hear you're feeling much better now, a hectic life really does take its toll so it's good you're back!! coffee you're literally so sweet im dhjsdhiejdid this is my happy box

[loove-persevering]

I Know You (JJ x Reader)

Description: [Request] Hi! I was wondering if you could do a jj imagine where you’re in an argument and he raises his hand and you flinch bc you think he’s gonna hit you, and it makes him tear up.

I LOVEEE writing for JJ! Hope you all enjoy! 

 JJ was a force to be messed with, that was just a quick way of how to describe him. He would always stick up for his friends in a time of need no matter the cost on his behalf. So when you were at work bussing tables you knew that JJ and the rest of your friends had headed down to a party at the beach. Of course you wanted to come with but you had to earn some cash for a car so you didn’t have to bike everywhere. 

 When you finally got off on your break you had multiple text from people claiming your boyfriend was batshit crazy. Confused you kept reading through them when you finally found one about how he had first held Topper at gun point and then shot it off multiple times. Even though you were pissed you went back to work finishing off your shift, now you were on your bike heading to John B’s house knowing that is exactly where JJ would be hiding out now. 

When you pull onto the dirt road finally seeing the lights on in the house and the van parked off to the side you knew that he was here. You jump off your bike letting it fall to the ground making your way inside, you don’t even bother knocking at this point. ‘’Hello?’’ You say when you walk in not seeing them in the living room. ‘’JJ?’’ You call out. ‘’John B?’’ 

You sigh walking through every room of the house and not finding them anywhere opening every door hoping to find your boyfriend. The last place you could check was out back on the small dock, so you make your way out pushing against the screen door and heading out back. When you finally found the four of them huddled around back you saw them all breath a sigh of relief when they notice it was you, more than likely expecting the cops. 

‘‘Expecting someone else?’‘ You ask staring straight at JJ. They all shake their head no, ‘’Cops maybe?’’ You ask. 

‘‘What did you hear?’‘ Pope asks his head falling against his hands resting them on his knees. 

‘‘Just that my boyfriend held someone at gun point tonight,’‘ You say simply and JJ groans turning around on his heels, ‘‘And that he shot the gun off multiple times!’‘ You yell out making sure he heard you. 

‘‘It was twice,’‘ He says turning back around. 

‘‘Twice?’‘ You say crossing your arm, ‘‘That’s not too bad I guess.’‘ When you look up JJ was looking at you shocked, ‘‘Oh wait, it actually is bad because you aren’t suppose to have a gun in the first place!’‘ You yell at him. ‘’I mean what the hell JJ, a gun? Where did you even get it?’’ You ask him. 

 You hear a whistle and glance over seeing John B standing up from where he was sitting, ‘’Think we should give the two love birds some time alone,’’ He says patting his knees with his hands. ‘’Let’s go,’’ He mouths to Kie and Pope. They all look at you on the way out but your gaze stays on JJ who was completely avoiding yours. 

‘‘Can you just-’‘ You pause holding your hand to your head, ‘‘Can you just explain what you were thinking?’‘ You ask him. ‘‘Where did you even get a gun?’’

‘‘I found it,’‘ He says shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. You glance at him knowing there was more to the story than just that. He groans his head falling back looking up to the sky, ‘’John B and me we found a key to this hotel room and-’’

 ‘’You broke in?’’ You yell completely taken back. 

He scrunches up his face, ‘’I mean we had a key,’’ He says simply. You could already tell this story was going to be too much to handle, ‘’We found the key and we went to tell the guy about his boat-’’ 

‘’His boat? What about his boat?’’ You ask. He sighs, ‘’Just start from the beginning.’’ 

 ‘’We were out on the water today and we found a sunken boat, John B went down and found a key.’’ He begins. ‘’We decided to go to that hotel to check it out and it was empty and we found a bunch of cash and the gun and the cops came and so we had to hide.’’ He tells you, your eyes widening at the mention of the cops. ‘’Hold on-’’ He says holding up his finger to you, ‘’Before you say anything, they took money themselves too, I don’t know anything about why they were there!’’ He says. 

You walk over sitting down in the chair next to the fire, ‘’What happened at the beach?’’ You ask him trying to stay calm. 

‘’Topper was being a dick to John B and we just offered sara a drink, and Topper started drowning him talking about his dad,’’ He begins to say and you fell a little more sympathetic knowing JJ had only the best intentions to protect his friend. ‘’If I hadn’t I’m not sure what would’ve happened.’’ He says bringing his hands to the front of his body fumbling with his hands. 

You stand up walking over to JJ, ‘’You have to go turn the gun in JJ,’’ You sigh. 

‘’Why?’’ He asks sounding slightly offended.

‘’Why? Because JJ! If cops were there, it must be a crime scene or something!’’ You explain to him. ‘’If they find out you were there and took a gun-’’ You start off but JJ’s facial expression says something else, ‘’You did only take a gun right?’’ You ask. 

 ‘’Some cash too,’’ He says shyly. 

‘‘Dammit JJ!’‘ You groan, ‘‘What is wrong with you? Why would you tamper with something like that?’‘ You ask him. ‘‘You could go to jail- you all could!’‘ You tell him. 

 ‘’You don’t think I know that!’’ He says his voice growing louder. He laughs in disbelief kicking a rock out of the way. 

‘‘You held a guy at gun point tonight JJ, a kook to be exact! You don’t think that anythings going to come of that?’‘ You ask him. ‘‘I know Topper is a dick but-’‘

‘‘He was drowning John B!’‘ He yells. ‘‘Drowning him-’‘ He yells waving his arms in the air gesturing to inside the house, ‘‘The things he was saying, the way he was holding him-’‘ He tells you. 

‘‘You couldn’t knock him down? Pull him off? You had to hold a gun to his head? There was no other option?’‘ You ask. 

He groans again taking a step forward, it happened so quickly you felt yourself flinch thinking his hand was going to hit you when he was waving it around, ‘’He was drowning-’’ He was in the middle of saying but stopped when he saw your face.

‘‘What?’‘ You ask him confused as to why he stopped talking. 

You see him bite his bottom lip and he takes his hat off running his hand through his hair before putting it back on, his hands resting behind his neck. ‘’You thought-’’ He pauses and you can hear his voice break slightly, ‘’You think I was going to hit you?’’ He asks. 

‘‘I just- Your hand was waving around,’‘ You explain to him standing completely still watching him in slight distress. 

‘‘I would never-’‘ He begins to say but loses his words, he raises his hand pointing at you then his hand falls back against his leg, ‘‘I would never hit you,’‘ He says breathlessly.

You stare at him in shock, ‘’I know that,’’ You say softly unsure of how to handle what was happening. 

‘‘Never Y/N, I would never,’‘ He repeats. 

‘‘JJ I know that-’‘ You begin to say.

‘‘Then why would you flinch?’‘ He asks you shaking his head not meeting your eye, ‘‘I mean just why would you flinch like that?’‘ You could see the tears begin to form in his eyes as he finally made eye contact with you. You walk over to him trying to grab ahold of his hand but he jerks it away.

‘‘JJ,’‘ You say cautiously. He looks away from you his expression hard and cold, you slowly put your hand across his cheek and then the other so you were caressing his face. You pull on it ever so lightly so he was looking at you, his eyes were filled with tears a sorrowful expression on his face, ‘‘Look at me please,’‘ You whisper to him. ‘’I know you would never hit me,’’ You tell him staring straight into his eyes, ‘’I know you JJ, I know you would never.’’ 

He sniffles slightly and you reach up wiping a tear that had fallen from his eye, ‘’You flinched,’’ He says his voice undercut with broken up bits as if he couldn’t catch his breath from his heavy breathing. 

‘‘You were waving your hands around, I didn’t think it would be intentional.’‘ You explain to him. You were still holding his face his hands were at his sides almost as if he was afraid to touch you, like he was scared if he did you would pull away. You take your hands away from his cheeks and grab his hands bringing them together behind your back so he was holding you, then you wrap your arms back around his neck staring back at him. He looked so fragile in this moment, as if he was broken by the fact you thought it was a possibility he would actually hit. you. ‘‘I know you JJ, better than I’ve known anyone in my life.’‘ You explain to him. ‘‘Your stubborn, a little impulsive, a little wild at times,’‘ You start off listing qualities about him, ‘‘But you’re also protective of the things you love, someone who gives everything with their whole heart, and someone I know could never ever hurt me, ever.’‘ 

He stays silent for a minute just staring at you, his expression wasn’t easily readable and you had no idea what was going on in his head. ‘’Can you stay here tonight?’’ He asks barely above a whisper. 

‘‘Of course,’‘ You say finally pulling him in for a hug. You pull on him so he moves forward into the hug and he doesn’t really hug you back for the first few seconds. Finally you feel him sink into the hug pulling you against him tightly as he lets out a deep breath that he had seemed to be holding. 

_____

A/N: I loveee writing for JJ this might be my favorite thing I’ve written yet;’)  JJ is such an interesting character I’m excited to write more for him! If you have a request they’re open! 

Thank you for reading!

[thisaccisdead]

montreal - roman hurt/comfort

pairing: this was written to all be platonic prinxiety, but can definitely be interpreted romantically !

warnings: unconventional self harm, non-graphic descriptions of wounds/injury

summary: a post-POF roman hurt/comfort fic in january 2021? yes <3

word count: 3.2k

notes: large portions of this were salvaged from one (1) night last summer at 4am when i was having a . time. the rest has been mainly recently written before i go to bed, with some extra bits added during my history classes B)) also shout out to [REDACTED]. u may not read this but if u do, i hope u know who u are & ilu

Virgil had been trying to calm himself down for the better part of an hour, as soon as they got back from the wedding fiasco; and he was doing a relatively okay job. Considering the circumstances, at least. Or so he thought, when he registered a spike in Thomas’s anxiety. This only served to make Virgil more anxious, because he had thought he had been doing well—until, he realized it wasn’t anxiety, not exactly, not fully—and it wasn’t coming from him.

Once he'd figured that out, it wasn't hard to trace the feeling to the imagination. He paused at the door. If this was where the strongest negative emotions were coming from, he already knew which side this was about. And could he really be surprised? Roman had wanted that callback for so long. Even at the court case, even when Roman gave Thomas his sentence, Virgil knew it killed him. And Virgil didn't do anything. Because he was so fucking scared of Thomas being bad, or of Janus winning, or something, and now whatever was going on was his fault, and--

And now was not the time for these thoughts. He breathed in. He opened the door.

Immediately, he was coughing out soot, heat burned his cheeks, his eyes blurred with protective tears forming against the smoke. It was hard to see, let alone process, what was happening. Then, he caught sight of the Dragon Witch. And he caught sight of—

“Roman!” Virgil choked on the yell, coughing again.

Obviously Roman couldn’t hear him from the distance, especially considering the brutal roar of the creature. Adrenaline kicked in, and as Virgil began to sprint towards the prince, he took in the entirety of the scene with alarm. Roman was...fighting, sure, except that Virgil had seen him fight before, and this... wasn’t right. Roman bested manticore-chimeras like it was a breeze, he HAD bested the Dragon Witch herself in every form she took, “just for training.” He always moved like he was in a ballet, not a battle, like it was more for show than challenge, and now...

Virgil watched Roman fall to a hard swish of the creature’s tail, and stay there. He almost expected the Dragon Witch to take mercy, or at least, to accept an early victory. But he watched her rear back, raise a taloned hand, the magma-red in her throat glowing brighter and brighter—just as Virgil got close enough to let fight win over flight.

Virgil crashed into Roman; they rolled just far enough that the swipe of claws only ripped the edge of Virgil’s jacket.

Immediate danger out of the way, Virgil clenched his eyes tight, trying to do it how Logan taught him. He found something that didn’t make sense--the grass. The grass was dry, therefore it should have been burning, but it wasn’t. He took that foothold to dispel all the fantastical elements of the scene, Dragon Witch and all her carnage blinking from existence. The new calm of the scene was jarring.

That just left a great big field, Virgil, and one absolute dumbass.

"What the fuck, Princey?!"

Virgil’s voice was distorted with stress, and Roman stared up at him wide-eyed, unsure—even terrified in a way that hurt. Virgil quickly pushed himself up so he wasn't pinning the other. Roman tried to copy this movement, only to groan, start coughing, and fall back again.

“Shit, I—“ Virgil looked at his hands and found red on them, looked at Roman and saw the color painting his chest. “I thought I dispelled all the imaginary stuff, why—?“

“Left brain sides can only dispel so much of what right brain sides feel,” Roman said, voice rough and thin and upsettingly casual, “Since they feel so real to me, you can’t get rid of them.”

“They feel…? Christ, ok, you need a medical kit, uhm—“ Virgil closed his eyes again; he was notoriously shitty at summoning things, and he had to concentrate for this—

“That’s ok; I’ve got it,” Roman said, letting out a quiet hiss as he propped himself up on one arm, and summoned the medical kit with the other, “You can go now.”

Virgil gaped at him in disbelief. When Roman attempted to stand up, and Virgil could no longer deny he wasn’t joking, he exclaimed, “Like Hell am I going, idiot!”

Roman just stared at him, and Virgil cursed under his breath. “Ok ok, let’s just... we should do this in the bathroom, uhm—“

Virgil awkwardly clambered over to Roman again, taking his hand, so he could blink them over together. He knew it would probably be more comfortable for Roman to sink in and out, but considering Virgil wasn’t practiced at that, he wasn’t going to risk screwing it up.

They apparated into the bathtub, and Virgil scrambled up, taking the med kit from Roman's hands.

Ok, ok, now Virgil just had to remember that one time Logan lectured them all on “Side Safety.” He took a shaky breath and washed his hands quickly, before turning back to Roman. He allowed himself to fully assess the prince this time and… Jesus. He was slumped against the back of the tub, having given up his attempts at composure while he thought Virgil wasn’t looking. His litany of scrapes, cuts, bruising, his shallow breathing, and--most of all--the wet, red patch slowly growing on his shirt, sparked renewed panic in Virgil.

“Ok, fuck, ok--let’s do this,” Virgil said, mostly to himself, as he knelt down by Roman to undo his already tattered shirt and take a wet towel to his chest. He had to suck in a breath at the sight of the jagged wound, a nauseous feeling catching up to him.

“You’ve already done a lot, you know,” Roman insisted. “You can--”

“If you tell me to go, Princey, I swear I’ll make these wounds worse myself,” he said, not meaning it in the slightest, which he would assume Roman knew--but the way Roman flinched and shut his mouth told a different story. “Shit, I didn’t mean that. Of course I didn’t mean that!”

Roman glanced away, and Virgil reached to cup his cheek, an instinct he didn’t know he had. Luckily, he caught himself in time to retract his hand. They both avoided eye contact for a second; Virgil cleared his throat; and he reached for the bottle of hydrogen peroxide before pausing. He vaguely recalled Logan mentioning how strong alcohols would only cause more harm, and they should just stick to mild soap instead. He gave the cut a longer look-over—it was certainly not a pretty sight, but probably not as bad as it looked. It was large, but not too deep. Plus, as sides, it would heal itself without needing anything like stitches or professional medical work. The past scars littering Roman’s body were proof of that. Actually--had he always had this many scars? Virgil squinted. How often did he do this?

Virgil finished cleansing and bandaging the wound to the best of his ability, with little talk beyond the occasional, soft “sorry” at Roman’s winces. When he had finished, he gave Roman his hoodie (an action the Prince was too tired to take much notice of), since summoning a new shirt seemed like a waste of whatever energy he had left.

“Ok, Princey, all done. Uhm, are you—how, how are you?” Virgil mentally kicked himself.

A small, bitter smile tugged at Roman’s lips for just a moment. He opened his mouth and then closed it, and finally shrugged. “Thank you for your help.”

It hurt, Virgil realized. Roman’s quiet voice, where near-shouting was his usual speech. His unkempt hair sticking to his forehead, where it was usually styled to be very lightly and intentionally ruffled. The bags beneath his eyes where there was usually concealer. All of it hurt.

Virgil sucked in a breath. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m being annoying, but I hope you know there’s absolutely no way I’m leaving yet.”

“Virgil,” Roman almost said it as a whine, which was closer to his usual style, so Virgil considered it progress.

“Roman,” Virgil deadpanned back.

Roman huffed. “Maybe I need space to really explore my feelings, and you’re actually being a terrible friend right now,” he argued.

“Uh-huh, well being a terrible friend is always my favorite, so,” Virgil leaned down, fumbling slightly as he picked Roman up bridal style, “We’re gonna get you to bed, and you can explore your feelings by sleeping.”

“Great, now you’re damsel-in-distressing me,” Roman said sarcastically, but he leaned his head into Virgil’s chest as he did so, which kind of ruined his point.

“Yeah, yeah. Act more like Megara next time, and maybe it’ll be different.”

•••

Roman groaned upon waking up. His whole body ached, but mainly it was focused around a sharper pain in his chest. He let his eyes flutter open, only to find Virgil staring at him from his desk.

“Ah,” Roman uttered, a jumble of memories from the past few hours returning. They felt foggy and mildly icky, but mainly the pain in them was the numb kind of pain, the tired kind. Really, it was indistinguishable from the dull ache of his bruises and cuts.

“Yeah,” Virgil said, as though he understood, even though he couldn’t possibly. “Uh, wanna talk about it?”

It was clear Virgil felt awkward asking the question. It was unclear whether that was due to his tendency to be embarrassed by everything he said, or—far more likely—that he wanted to stop babying a stupid prince, and just go about his business.

Roman sat up, suppressing a wince as best he could. “Do you want to hear about it?”

“Of course I do.” Virgil said it without an ounce of hesitation. Roman’s breath caught.

“Oh.” Roman shifted slightly over, and Virgil took a seat by him on the bed. “Okay. Uhm. I don’t know, I just—I messed up.” What else was new?

“...What did you mess up?” Virgil asked, with an inkling of suspicion, like he knew what this was about. But it wasn’t that; it wasn’t the callback—that was over and done and dead. Roman had created so many fantasies, so many crazy scenarios where they could somehow still make it in that stupid movie, and it had always filled him with hope or crushing pain or something, but as of this afternoon? He didn’t even care. It didn’t matter.

So, Roman ignored the question, and instead commented, “Janus got accepted.”

“What the fuck.”

Roman observed Virgil’s stricken expression like an unsettling kind of mirror of himself when—

My name is Janus.

“Yeah,” Roman sighed, “I didn’t take it so well either.”

Virgil looked at him for a long moment, seeming to go through several series of emotions, before he was able to ask, “...What happened?”

Roman inhaled sharply. “I was wrong about being wrong about the wedding. Patton was also wrong; Janus was right, and then Patton was right because he wasn’t a total asshole to Janus, and I’m evil; Thomas hates me; whatever, you get it.”

He thought he would break down, saying it, but he felt oddly… fine. He sat, staring at the same spot as he was before, absentmindedly annoyed at the way his bandages itched. The normalcy of the situation almost made it worse. This sucked. This wasn’t even bad.This was the worst he had ever felt.

“Oook,” Virgil said, clearly not knowing where to start, “I—you—what do you mean: Thomas hates you?”

“Thought that one was self-explanatory.”

“He can’t hate you,” Virgil said with a laughable amount of conviction. “You’re still his… y’know.. goals. Desires. Hopes. Whatever. Just because this one didn’t go… perfectly, doesn’t mean you won’t keep—“ he struggled to find the phrasing for a moment— “...fighting, uh, valiantly for Thomas’s dreams!” he attempted at the encouragement with a weak smile.

Roman just shook his head. “No. I don’t know what he wants.”

Virgil’s smile dropped into confusion. “But… you are his wants.”

“That’s kind of the problem.”

Virgil seemed at a loss, and Roman felt like an asshole. Here he was trying to help him, and Roman couldn’t even be bothered to put on a smile to dismiss him from the duty.

“Please go,” Roman attempted weakly when he couldn’t find a more convincing argument in himself. He was meant to be an actor, but he knew he couldn’t hide the fact that he wanted him to stay, of course he did, so badly. He hoped Virgil would just quit with the chivalry and go despite that.

Virgil sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Shit, I'm going about this all wrong.”

Roman knew it probably wasn’t really him Virgil was mad at, but it was hard not to shrink away anyway.

“Look, Roman—“ Virgil turned to him, looked at him seriously, took his hands in his— “To be honest? I don’t care what happened. I don’t care who was right or wrong—I mean, we all know I’ve been in the wrong more than my fair share. It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

Roman didn’t miss the ambiguity of the end statement. “But… look, you don’t get it. When you mess up, you’re still you. You’re still...,” Roman gestured vaguely, which upset his bandages, and when he looked down at himself, he took note of the black/purple hoodie he was wearing. He melted slightly. This was exactly the point he was trying to make, “You’re still... y’know. Important.”

“Wh—? Of course you’re important, Ro. You’re creativity—“

“Thomas has two of those.”

Virgil looked at him like he was stupid. “Right, as if you’re anything like Remus.”

Roman’s lip quivered at that, and he had to look away, which was so stupid. And suddenly he felt all of the embarrassment at once—of this situation, of everything that had happened before, of the way he was about to cry, in front of Virgil, after he said that, which must look so—

“Roman?”

A hand was on his cheek, softly turning his face towards Virgil’s, though Roman still refused to meet his eyes.

Virgil cursed to himself under his breath. “Shit, this is exactly what I was trying not to say.” He sighed, and Roman hesitantly looked up at him. “Look. Even if you weren’t creativity, if you weren’t hopes or dreams or any of it—if you were a completely pointless side, which you aren’t, but if you were—I wouldn’t care. What I care about is that you’re... Roman. That you bother me until I sing Disney with you, that when you put your heart into something, you do it to a stupid amount, that you make Thomas take trashy buzzfeed soulmate quizzes when he’s stressed, and that you fucking try so hard for everything, even when I’m being a little bitch about it,” he paused. With the hand on Roman’s cheek, he traced the line of a scar down his jaw. It was one of the ones Roman usually made sure to put an illusion over, he noted offhandedly. “I care, because you’re my best friend.”

“Don’t say that,” Roman choked out. He couldn’t handle it if it was a lie, and part of him couldn’t manage hearing it as anything but exactly that. “Just—just—“

“Oh, Princey..”

Virgil held him as he broke. Roman didn’t know how long they sat like that as he let everything wash over him for a final time, let it all truly sink in at long last. He took heaving, messy sobs, no doubt ruining Virgil’s shirt in the process—he was quiet, though. He shook silently, save a couple choked breaths, in the other’s arms--that was a habit he had taught himself long ago.

When Roman had tired himself out, when all that was left was the pain in chest, (which was also suddenly duller—he was healing fast, even for a side—) he pulled back from the embrace. Virgil didn’t move by much, kept them so their fingers were laced together, as they sat staring at each other.

“Uhm. Thanks,” Roman gave a shaky smile, “You really—uh... I... I said some stupid stuff, huh?”

Virgil hesitated before he spoke, as if he knew he shouldn’t ask this right now, but needed to anyway. “...Roman, why’d you go to the Imagination?”

Roman felt ice stab at his chest upon the question. He didn’t want to do this. They had already talked about so much that he shouldn’t have gotten into; this was meant to be the part where they either parted or watched a stupid movie. And this, out of everything, was the conversation he most needed to avoid.

“Uh—I mean, to let off steam?” Roman gave a laugh as best he could. “Obviously, it didn’t go to plan—“

“Didn’t it?”

Roman’s face fell immediately. He struggled to come up with an answer, and even if he had had one, he didn’t think the sound would come out. This was enough of an answer in itself

“Shit,” Virgil breathed. Roman couldn’t help but be mildly annoyed by his surprise—clearly he had already known, he didn’t have to make it a big deal now.

“I… Princey—Roman…” Virgil looked him up and down, and Roman wanted to curl up and hide. “...how many times?”

“Not many,” Roman mumbled. Virgil must have known he was pushing the subject too far, because he just frowned and said,

“OK. I mean...it’s not OK, obviously, but you already know that, I just—“ he sighed. “Just… can you talk to me? Instead? Please? When you feel like… that.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Roman responded hastily, wanting an out from this topic.

Virgil gave him a look. “I’m serious. I mean—look, you don’t even have to talk about it if you don’t want. Just, come to me first, yeah?”

Roman’s face burned; he was embarrassed; he wanted to shrug this whole thing off, or roll his eyes, or maybe scream in annoyance. But the rational part of him knew Virgil was right. “OK,” he agreed softly, “...Thanks. For everything.”

Virgil looked surprised, and then flustered, and then waved off the earnest reply. “I mean, it wasn’t--I didn’t--it’s not like I did anything really--”

“You did.”

Virgil’s face softened. “Yeah, well... you’d’ve done the same for me. You... have done the same for me.”

Roman smiled gently at him. “By the way, Virge--” He hesitated. He was about to sound like a real dumbass if Virgil had only been saying this stuff for comfort’s sake. But making a fool of himself was becoming a theme for him anyway, so he continued, “You’re my best friend too.”

I love you.

In the same beats Roman thought it, Virgil squeezed his hand lightly 3 times. A breath passed between them. An understanding. That Roman couldn’t say it out loud, and Virgil wouldn’t.

Instead, Virgil fell back across the bed, bringing Roman with him in the motion. Roman let out a startled gasp and elbowed him lightly. “Hey! I’m injured, that could have been a fatal impact for me!” he whined.

Virgil snorted. “Yeah, yeah, OK. So, do you wanna watch a stupid movie, or what?”

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Meeting the Baron (4/7)

Chapter 4. The Great Escape

Summary: As the Wakandans come for Zemo, it seems that you’re the only one who doesn’t mind his presence. Maybe that’s why you act against your better judgement. While Sam and Bucky make plans to return to the States, you are left with a decision to make.

Word Count: 2451

After the failed confrontation with Karli, you, Sam, and Bucky returned to the safehouse with Zemo. Bucky had disappeared into another room, Sam was busy on his computer, and Zemo was laying on the couch with a damp washcloth over his eyes and forehead, recovering from the blow he had taken.

“How’s your head?” you asked gently as you sat down beside the Baron.

“Better than you might expect” he hummed, his hands folded on his stomach.

“I got you a drink” you told him as you took one of his hands in yours, pressing the glass of whiskey into his palm, and he took it with a quiet ‘thank you’.

“Now, let me have a look” you sighed, shifting closer before you gently peeled the washcloth off of his face.

Zemo watched you intently as you examined the spot where he had been hit, he took the moment to examine your features. How your brow furrowed slightly in concern for him, how your lips pressed together in a thin line, he assumed in distaste for what had happened.

“I thought it would be much more bruised” you confessed, gently touching your fingertips to the place the shield had hit. His brow furrowed in discomfort but it didn’t seem to bother him too much. You were surprisingly glad to see that he was alright.

“Sweet of you to be concerned about me, Meine geliebte” Zemo spoke barely louder than a whisper, not because it was some sort of secret but because the conversation was between the two of you, not for others.

“Never said I was concerned” you murmured as you placed the washcloth back in place, covering his eyes to get a break from his piercing gaze.

“Tell me, if you were offered the serum, would you take it?” Zemo asked as he removed the washcloth completely, placing it on the coffee table beside you both. Well, he was clearly fine.

“No” you answered promptly.

“No hesitation, impressive” he nodded in approval. “Now, why?” he questioned further.

“…it wouldn’t do me any real favours” you shrugged. In all honestly, you just didn’t see the need. It came with more pressure than you were happy to take on. He just hummed at your answer, seemingly considering it.

“Hey, stop being weird you two” Sam spoke up, interrupting you both. He trusted you, he didn’t even consider there being something between you and the Baron, but he thought it was weird that you were talking quietly between yourselves. You just pulled a face at your friend, making him laugh before returning to his laptop.

Zemo sat up as Bucky entered the room, the latter heading to the kitchen to make himself a drink. It was then that the front doors burst open, John and Lemar walking in.

“Alright. That’s it. Let’s go. I’m ordering you to turn him over” John demanded, pointing at Zemo.

“Hey, slow your roll” Sam stood up, walking over to the soldier. Zemo placed his drink down as you both stood from the couch, knowing that John wasn’t going to give in easily.

“Let’s be clear. Shield or no shield, the only thing you’re running in here is your mouth. Now, I had Karli and you overstepped. He’s actually proven himself useful today” Sam reminded him, gesturing back to Zemo, “we’re gonna need all hands on deck for whatever’s coming next.”

“How do you want the rest of this conversation to go, huh?” John asked. “Should I put down the shield? Make it fair?” he taunted, making Sam scoff.

Before the two of could fight, some sort of spear was sent flying through the room, impaling the pillar between them. The Wakandans had also come for Zemo and you sensed how he tensed up, clearly seeing them as more of a threat than Walker. He was right to do so.

“Release him to us now” one of the three women ordered.

“Hi. John Walker. Captain America” John introduced himself to them but none of them seemed to care in the slightest. “Well, uh, let’s put down the point sticks and we can talk this through, huh?” he attempted to reason but it just made you cringe.

“Hey, John, take it easy. You might wanna fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje” Sam rightfully warned.

“The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here” John informed them, making you cringe again.

You had never met the group of women but you already knew not to mess with them, especially with what you knew about Bucky’s time in Wakanda.

“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be” one of the women corrected the soldier.

“I like them” you whispered to Zemo, who simply gave you a pointed look. They were here to arrest him, remember?

“Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot” John made the stupid move of clasping a hand over her shoulder and that was enough for her to act, sending him to the floor with ease. Next thing you knew, John and Lemar were fighting the three women and losing quickly.

“Oh, I really like them” you chuckled to yourself.

“They are here to imprison me” Zemo reminded you, making you go quiet…while still enjoying seeing John get his ass kicked.

“We should do something” Sam sighed but didn’t make any move to do anything.

“Looking strong, John!” Bucky taunted, making you smirk to yourself.

“Bucky…” Sam gave him an exasperated look.

“Fine” Bucky rolled his eyes before stepping in to stop John from being killed, Sam following and going to help Lemar.

You and Zemo watched for a moment, nobody in the room was paying attention to either of you and it gave you a realisation.

“…go” you whispered so only Zemo could hear you, but instead of responding he just looked down at you questioningly. “Go” you repeated. “I know you must have another way outta here. So just go before they notice” you looked up at him this time, showing him that you were serious.

“You could come with me” he told you, definitely surprising you but you didn’t have the time to think about the offer.

“Because that’s not suspicious at all” you scoffed, shaking your head at him. “Go, Zemo” the order was soft, but had a sternness behind it.

“Goodbye, Meine geliebte” Zemo said softly, and you just nodded. You watched as he disappeared into the bathroom, nodding at you before he closed the doors.

Taking a breath, you joined the fight, catching the handle of a spear before it hit Sam. If you were in the fight, you could deny knowing where Zemo went, plus the men weren’t holding up too well against the three women.

The fight came to an abrupt end when the women knew they had won the fight, having leverage over all of you, having you all on the ground. And they discovered that Zemo was missing just as quickly, carelessly leaving now that they had no work here.

Sam helped you up to your feet before you both walked over to Bucky, Lemar heading over to John. The three of you headed over to the bathroom, seeing that there had been an escape tunnel of some kind under the bath. Zemo was gone and by now, he could be anywhere. The man worked quick.

“I can’t believe he pulled an El Chapo” Sam shook his head.

“I can” was all Bucky said. “Come on” he nodded, reminding you both that there was still work to be done.

John and Lemar had left before the three of you, gone off to who knows where. It wasn’t long before Sam got a call from Sarah, informing him that Karli had contacted her. And so, the three of you went to meet with Karli once again.

As usual, it didn’t go so simply. There was a fight with the Flag Smashers and of course John and Lemar showed up. The real trouble started when Karli accidently killed Lemar, John just saw red and went after one of the Flag Smashers, brutally killing him with the Shield right in the middle of public and on camera. By the time the three of you got to them, it was too late. All the three of you could do was look on in disbelief and defeat.

After the scene, John went back inside and the three of you followed, wanting to talk him down and convince him to hand the shield over. But he snapped, refusing to hand it over, refusing to stand down, instead deciding to fight the three of you. It was a long, merciless fight but in the end, John lost, left on the floor with his injuries while the three of you steadied yourselves on your feet, Sam deciding to take the shield with him.  

Finally, the three of you stepped out onto a quiet street, not knowing where the Flag Smashers had taken refugee now and not sure what would happen to John back in the States. There was nothing to do until…well, until there was something to do.

“I think we head back to the States, lay low until there’s a next step to make” Sam suggested. The best plan was to just go home for the time being, regroup when needed. Bucky agreed, nodding at the idea. “What about Zemo?” the Falcon asked, remembering the escaped criminal.

“The Wakandans will deal with him” Bucky decided, knowing that they were more than capable. “So, back to the States?” he asked but you attention was stolen by a familiar figure standing at the end of the street.

You froze, taking in the man. The familiar coat, hands clasped behind his back. A man that you thought would be long gone by now, a man that neither of your friends seemed to notice.

“Looks like it” Sam nodded, making you glance back at the two men to agree. When you looked back towards the end of the street, the man was gone. But he had been there, you knew you weren’t imagining it.

“I think I’m going to hang back” you spoke up, making a rash decision that you hadn’t really thought through at all. Rightfully so, they both looked confused. “I think I need to clear my head, maybe take that little vacation while we wait for the next disaster to strike” you explained.

“Where will you go?” Bucky asked.

“Back to the safehouse for now, and figure it out from there” you shrugged. “Just make sure to call me if you need something” you added, wanting them to know you would be there as fast as you could if something went wrong.

“If that’s what you want” Sam nodded, not seeing a problem with it.

“Keep in touch” Bucky told you.

“I promise” you nodded, smiling at them both.

You gave them both a hug before they walked off to wherever they were getting a flight from. Once they were out of sight, you turned on your heel and jogged down to the end of the road, looking both ways down the joining street in an attempt to find what you were looking for.

Along the sidewalk on the right was a familiar black car, so you started to walk towards it. As you got closer, the back door opened and out stepped Zemo. You almost couldn’t believe what you were seeing, that he was even still in the country.

“Y/n” he greeted you, not seeming surprised at all.

“I thought you would be long gone by now” you confessed.

“I left something behind” the Baron informed you, the way he looked at you kept you silent. You weren’t sure how to respond to that. “Sam and James are heading back to the US, no?” he asked.

“They are” you nodded.

“And you are not?” it wasn’t a question; it was more of a statement.

“…needed to clear my head” you shrugged, using the same lame excuse you had used with Sam and Bucky. The truth was that you had every intention of returning to the States before you saw Zemo standing at the end of the street, and he knew that.

“Well, it just so happens that I know the perfect place for that” he smiled.

“Of course you do” you laughed a little to yourself, still not able to believe the situation you had found yourself in.

“Care to join me?” Zemo asked, both of you already knowing the answer.

You knew you shouldn’t, you should walk away, find Sam and Bucky, tell them that you changed your mind. And yet, you went searching for him, you stood before him right now. You both knew the answer to his question as soon as you told your friends to go ahead without you.

“Isn’t that why I’m standing here right now?” you asked, making him smile again.  

He stepped to the side, letting you climb into the car before climbing with you. Once the car door was shut, the driver pulled away from the curb and headed for whatever destination Zemo had given him.

“You’re hurt” Zemo stated, eyeing the bruise along your cheekbone. He was a difficult man to read, even now you couldn’t tell if he was angry, concerned, or just stating a fact. He was good at keeping a stoic expression.

“We got into a little fight with Captain America. He took the serum…his hits landed harder than they used too. Honestly, I got off lightly considering we were dealing with Super Soldiers” you told him, bringing a hand up to touch your fingertips against the bruise, hissing quietly at the tenderness.

“Walker did this to you?” Zemo asked, his expression hardening, “are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Along with some of the Flag Smashers. But it’s just some bruises, I’ll be fine” you assured him but he didn’t seem convinced. “No broken bones, no bleeding, just a whole lot of bruising” as more time passed the more you began to realise the extent of your injuries, your whole body feeling sore. You had probably bruised your ribs, considering how much it was hurting to move now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

“We will make sure you rest when we reach our destination” Zemo assured you, untensing his jaw.

“Thank you, Zemo” you let out a small sigh of relief. You felt safer than you should when you were with Zemo, something about him just told you that everything was going to be okay. He said you would have time to rest and heal, and you believed him.

“Anytime” he gave you a small, charming smile, “oh, and Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Call me Helmut”

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Strawberry Boba Pt. 4

Pairing: Ned Leeds x reader

Summary: Ned Leeds has a special eye on a girl that is sweet as strawberries.

The night was a wreck. All of the actors and backstage people were going through a meltdown as the director wanted to close the opening night. You were currently in the dressing room, slowly accepting that your Berklee dreams are not obtainable as your tears rolling down your face.

MJ rushes in with a smile on her face, then softening her face as she sees you crying. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she says, kneeling in front of you as you’re sitting at the makeup table. “Everything.” you huffed, grabbing a tissue and cleaning your running mascara.

“Hey, the show is still going on. Peter is fixing the lights as we speak, there’s nothing to be upset about.” She says reassuringly.

“I’m not upset about the show or the recruiter or Berklee, MJ. I’m upset that... he’s not here.” your voice lowered just by thinking of Ned.

“He broke up with me because he didn’t want to get in the way of my dreams. But all of the nights of him helping me run lines or watching different versions of the show on youtube with me … what did they count for? He’s helped me in every single way and I’m here without him.” You said, looking down in your hand.

“He’s not.” a voice said. You look up to see Ned as MJ gives you a small smile and leaves both of you to give you space. He slowly walks in and approaches you. “You look beautiful,” he said in a low tone, admiring your costume.

“Thanks.” you said a bit bluntly as you slowly got up to be at Ned at the same level. “I-I wanted to see you before you went on.” You turn away and fixed your running mascara, trying your best not to cry again in front of Ned.

“y/n, there’s something I need to tell you.” Ned said, walking closer to you. You still face the opposite direction of him, not wanting to show how broken you were.

“Please, Ned… I don’t want an apology right now. I’m a hot mess right now and I don’t need to cry more.” you said, heaving your chest as the nerves took over your body. Ned softly takes your hand and turns you around slowly as his hands are around your waist.

“I can’t go on, knowing that I’m the reason you’ve been feeling this remorse. I should have NEVER let you go, it was the biggest mistake of my life. You showed me a whole other world of art and music and tons of cool stuff. I know you don’t need me to be awesome on stage, you’ve been doing that long before you met me. I am deeply in love with you, y/n. I understand if you don’t want me back, but I'm going to do everything in my power tonight to make you shine bright for that recruiter.” Ned concluded.

What you didn’t expect was Peter rushing to the room, out of breath. “Ned, I need you right now to control the lights with me. It’s about to start soon.” he huffed out before running away. You both look at each other, laughing at Parker’s interruption. “I better go.” Ned said. You look down, smirking.

“I’m still mad at you though.” you lightly punch his arm. “I know, we can talk later after the show if you give me a chance.” He says, letting go of your waist.

You nod your head as he heads out of the room, now turning around “Break a leg.” Ned says, flashing a bright smile at him. Your cheeks burn red, remembering how Ned gave you butterflies. You breathe out before heading to the stage, getting ready for places.

Once you’re cued to go on stage, you walk forward from the wings to act out the first scene. You glance around the crowd as your cast mates say their lines. You carefully look up to see no other than Ned who’s placing the spotlight on you.

You smile to yourself, realizing Ned truly kept his word. Even if you couldn’t truly see his face, Ned was beaming with pride at your performance.

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Once the final scene ended, the whole crowd gave a standing ovation. Peter and Ned high five each other as the show was a success with no hiccups. “Go to y/n man. I’ll wrap up around here.” Peter says to Ned.

He does what his friend says as he grabs the pink bouquet he was saving for you after the performance. Once he arrives downstairs from the lighting room, swarms of people are taking pictures of the cast and crew.

Ned moved side to side, searching for you. Once he does, he sees you talking to an older woman who’s shaking your hand. Ned could only imagine that it was the Berklee recruiter.

You now see him with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, now walking toward you. "This is for you." Ned says as he gives you the flowers. Both of your hands brush against each other as your fingers linger for a moment.

“Is that who I think it is?” he asks, referring to the woman who was just talking to you. You smile brightly and shake your head.

“She says she can’t wait for me to go to Boston this summer!” you excitedly say as happy tears form. Ned yells in joy as he grabs you and twirls you around in the air. You yelp from the surprise but giggle crazy.

“I know you could do it! I’m so proud of you, y/n.” he grins.

You don’t react to his words. His features look defeated as he thinks you’re still mad at him till you cradle his face, giving him a kiss: both of your first kisses. Time slowed down around you as both of you felt fireworks in each other's chest, hearts ready to burst outward.

"I love you too, Ned."

He smiles again and kisses you again. You hear a gagging noise from the background, realizing it was Flash. Without breaking your kiss, you flick him off and returned your attention to your boyfriend.

Later when you got out of costume, MJ and Peter join you two near the end of the stage. "The cast and crew are heading to Denny's right now. You guy's coming?" MJ asks as she invited Peter to be her plus one.

"Actually, can we go get boba instead?" you ask as Ned gives a hearty laugh. Peter and MJ agree as you all begin to walk out. You lace your hand in Ned's as you begin to exit. He looks at you for a brief moment as you return the gaze, winking at him.

Ned knew right there that he needed to show how special you truly were to him.

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Summer approached as you and Ned exchanged goodbyes at your bus stop to Boston. He promised to call at least once a week as he knew you'd be busy at your workshops and rehearsals for your final presentation at the end of the term.

Once you arrive in the dorms given for the students, you settle in to relax. You send pictures to Ned of where you're living and the area of the busy city. Later in the week, you attend orientation and meet cool people that had the same interests as you.

After three weeks, Ned calls you in the middle of a Friday night. You pick up your phone and placed it near your ear. "Hey, babe! Miss you, why are you calling so late?" you asked as you were aimlessly reading a book in your hand.

"Day was great! But I had to catch a ride to a hotel tonight." he says as you could hear a bit of busy background noise. "Oh? Where are you staying?" you reply, shooting up in curiousness. "In Massachusettes," he says. You gasp as you drop your book on the floor from the news.

"What are you doing here?" you asked in disbelief. "I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to take you out on a date." He says while you cover your mouth from his touching act.

"I found a great place for us to eat and got two tickets to go to the Museum of Fine Arts tomorrow. I'll go to your dorm building at 11 o'clock, make sure to wear something fancy." He says before he yawns from the long bus ride.

"Ned, that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done. Thank you so much," you said as your excitement took over.

"Anything for you, m'lady. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." he says before he hangs up to prepare for the amazing day he planned for you.

The next day, a dressed Ned is waiting by the sidewalk with a flower in hand, waiting for you. He turns to see you walking toward him as you wear an infamous strawberry dress, taking his breath away.

You quicken your step as you give him the biggest hug. He soon lets go as he gives you a red rose. "A beautiful rose for my beautiful girl," he says, charming you. You sniff the petals, admiring the scent as you kiss Ned.

"You're the sweetest, lover boy." You tease as his cheeks are as pink as his shirt. He gives you a quick peck and takes your hand to your destination.

From then on, Ned never let his insecurities take over the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Fin