#Or maybe reblog and add the other trainees with each reblog

[thetorturedbuckydepartment]

chapter seven: looming on the horizon

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!reader

summary: Six months ago, you were appointed to be Head Nurse to the Avengers by Tony Stark. Every day, you count your lucky stars, knowing the horrible past you quickly ditched back in England. It holds you back, restrains you, from getting close to anyone when on your new job.

That's until you met and fell in love with Bucky Barnes. The supposed assassin with a heart of gold, who seems to be eager to get to know you. To peel back your layers piece by piece, but could you trust him once you're laid before him raw and vulnerable?

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warnings: language, mentions of Bucky’s past (very brief), mentions of potential DV (not explained), mild angst

word count: 2.3k

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A/N: hope u guys like it so far!! and it's just the calm before the mild storm in the next chapter, so be prepared for emotional turmoil! pls like / comment / reblog if you are enjoying the story or if you want to be added to the taglist!!

It was the best way to wake up on one of the coldest nights of the year — wrapped up so sweetly in Bucky’s arms tight around you, murmuring your name every so often in his sleep, and your legs entangled in the most intimate way. Or maybe he’s awake and is doing it for the hell of it — for the love of your name on his tongue.

It is nothing short of magical — especially after the confessions he made to you last night about not fucking Sharon. About how he finds you prettier. It makes your head spin with something a lot lighter, and less bitter than alcohol. It makes you glow. 

The sleepy smile on your face quickly drops when the sharp dagger of morning regret pierces your skull, and suddenly everything is too bright and loud. You rest your forehead against Bucky’s chest, the steady beat of his heart working to soothe you, and to drown out any other noises that make you wince.

“You awake already, doll?” And oh, you missed this. The night where Bucky was drunk and you had slept together, the thing you missed the most was the morning after. His sleep-fogged voice and his lazy limbs, pulling you in tighter. As he is now.

“You can sleep in a bit more, we still have a couple hours before Fury wants us in a meeting. I’ll be right here, promise.” His grip on you tightens, and you try and muster a single sentence that isn’t tinged with pain.

“My head hurts, Buck.” You whine and pout like a little child, even though he can’t see you. And it’s a shame you miss the most dopey grin on his face in the process — so content with the new development in matters of his heart that all he wants to do is spend the day away with you. Exactly like this, all wrapped up in each other, cosy and warm. He feels like he’s died and gone to heaven, to be able to hold your soft and warm body to his in this way.

“You did have an awful lot to drink last night, love.” The nickname sets your cheeks on fire, and you hug him tighter to you, arm secure around his back, and you begin to stroke up and down with the very tips of your fingers. He shudders against you, and you just think he’s cold.

“Mmhmm. Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.” You can’t believe that that’s what it took to end up like this with him again.

“I missed you.” He presses a kiss to the top of your hair, and you feel your heart speed up, beating so hard it reverberates around your throat and adds to your headache.

“Me? When?” You snuggle further into his grip, even though it’s beginning to burn with the heat generated between the both of you. 

“Always. When I’m sparring, when I’m teaching fuckass trainees how to not get themselves killed on missions. But I missed sleeping with you, like this. The last time we did, it was probably the first time in ages I’ve slept properly. You’re so comforting…I missed that.”

You grin, even though he can’t see it. “Me too. I— I think it’s the first time I’ve felt so safe sleeping next to someone else. I just wasn’t sure how to ask to do it again, you know…all things considering.”

“Yeah? You wanna do this again?” He asks, silently begging you to say yes. He remembers when he would pray for times like this, to be held and feel something that wasn’t abuse or pain. And he will pray again, on his hands and knees, just to hold you like this for five minutes more.

“Yes. I would love to.” He smiles, his heart too beating hard at your remittence to him. He kisses your head again.

“Since you’re up, you wanna go have breakfast? I can make us pancakes.” You shake your head.

“No, no. You’ve done enough, let me do something for you, for once.” You begin to move away, but he pulls you right back. 

“You think you can handle it with your headache, baby? That’s cute, but just sit back and let me do this for you, please? You already do more than enough for me, by making me happy. Now, we’ll get up in five minutes, okay? Just five more.” You can’t resist, giving in. Especially after feeling the chill in your room.

“Mm, just five.” 

Five minutes turns into an hour. Which turns into two. And then you really have to get up, and he leaves you like it kills him. He returns with some medicines for your head and a glass of water, and you take them willingly, letting your hands brush. He sits next to you, and you talk some more. He carefully detangles your hair as best as he can, and you let him. 

He probably doesn’t know how big a deal this is for you. Part of the reason you left England behind is to do with it. Well, not exactly. But your ex-boyfriend just loved pulling on your hair too much. When he was angry, when he was horny. 

You’ve never let anyone touch it since. Bucky knows this, and ever the gentleman, he asks. He always asks you, what you want. How could you not fall for him?

And then, while swallowing bitter white tablets with fingers carding through your hair, you realise you’re falling in love with him. And it scares you.

And then you smile, wider than you ever have before.

                                            ————————

Bucky can’t let go of you. He holds onto you tight, arm around your shoulders without a care in the world for who sees. What they say.

Because when you smiled at him so sweetly, and let him run his hands through your soft, perfect hair, it sealed the deal. When you laid with him for hours after promising a few minutes, he knew it. He felt it, in his bones, in his heart.

He’s in love with you.

Desperately.

Madly.

And it’s a beautiful feeling, regardless of if you feel the same or not.

You sit next to each other in the meeting room, as always. And just like clockwork, Fury looks angry, Steve determined. The rest of you, incredibly confused. 

Tony stands at the head of the table, and all eyes turn to him and you slip your hand out of Bucky’s not wanting to get caught. You weren’t doing anything wrong, but for someone to see and assume the wrong things, the painful things, will only break your heart worse.

Bucky is perfect, he’s everything you want…in the body of a man you can’t have. 

You might be falling in love, but it’s one-sided, you’re certain.

“Alright, now what I’m about to say doesn’t leave this room. Understood?” Everyone nods solemnly.

“We’ve just got intel that HYDRA are setting up a base here, in the old estate of the Russian millionaire, Anastasia Antonov.”

“The CEO of BloodRush Tech,” Nat informs from your other side, leaning in with interest. BloodRush Tech works in conjoinment with the government to create the most up-to-date technology to aid in hospitals and the military. Her involvement…would put the entire nation at risk. You gasp next to her, knowing the grave threat that must be prevented.

“Right now, she’s vacationing in Bali while ex-HYDRA agents move into the green fields and set up a base. We’re not sure exactly what they’re planning to do, as of yet, but we suspect that this will be the first of several covert locations across the state and country, operating much like sleeper cells,” Steve continues from the other side of the table, and your heart drops. You quickly glance back at Bucky and grab his hand again, sandwiching it between both of yours. It happens to be his vibranium one, but you stroke it in soothing motions nonetheless, knowing that even the mention of the certain organisation’s name puts him on edge. He leans into your touch, marvelling in how you’re quick to comfort him. In all of your months being here, this is probably the biggest threat you’ve seen. He’s wondered why you’re not more stressed, or scared.

“So what’s the mission, Tony?” Bucky asks, being extra polite even though there is a rivalry there. You’ve never asked what it is, and he’s never offered the information by himself. You choose not to push it, not knowing what invisible landmines you might step on.

“The estate is recently purchased, and Anastasia’s link is still dubious. Knowing HYDRA, there’s no chance it’s just a simple transaction, so we’ll be running surveillance on her. The main mission is to infiltrate the Antonov Czech Estate, get all the data they may have  and get out. It’s a simple extraction, shouldn’t take more than a few hours. Sharon’s done some espionage for us, and she’s reported that there’s currently only around 6 agents on site.”

“I’ll go.” Bucky says, steely eyes determined. He’s never looked more beautiful in this moment, his heart of gold shining through. You worry, though. Should he be allowed to go? You don’t know the extent of his rehabilitation in Wakanda, if the Winter Soldier is still in there, somewhere. He’s told you, through tears and heavy breaths, how he’s scared the Winter Soldier can still take over, regardless of all the triggers being removed. Going into a place crawling with people who can essentially turn Bucky, the Bucky you know and love, off. 

You decide to voice your concerns later, in private. You rub your hands against him, silently reassuring him. “You sure? The original plan was Steve and Nat go in, and Nurse tags along with her crew for damage control.” Even as Tony speaks, you and Bucky look at each other, blue eyes staring into yours, silently communicating.

Are you sure you want to go? Your eyebrows twitch at him.

Positive. I can handle it.

I’ll be there too, if it helps.

He flashes you a quick smile, in acceptance of your reassurance, before returning to the conversation. “I can go, Stark. There’s nobody who would know HYDRA better.” You catch the stutter in his voice, and grip him even tighter. “No offence, Steve,” he quips.

Steve breaks his professional character for a split second, offering Bucky a small smile back. Bucky revels in it, feeling like he’s finally getting back all of the pieces of him he’s lost to time and cruelty. His heart, given to you and you only. His sense of camaraderie, provided by the others in this room.

“Yeah, sure. I trust him, we can work together. Plus, Nurse is going. He’ll definitely be fine.” Nat flashes you a smirk, which you try to ignore. Everyone turns to look at you, and the shame creeps up your neck in a hot tendril at all of the eyes on you. 

“Um, Mr Stark, I actually had a question about that.” You swallow, your voice coming out more meek than you intend. You’re facing away from Bucky, but you can feel his arm wind itself around you, reassuring you and granting you the courage to speak louder. 

Tony smiles, still taken aback at your polite manner in a room full of crass brutes. “Nurse, you can just call me Tony. Go ahead, sweetheart.”

You sit up a little straighter, forcing confidence into your tone, even as you feel Sharon glare at you. Why is she doing that? Is she jealous that you’re being so touchy with Bucky? Why would she be, though? You may be staring at him with hearts in your eyes, but he looks at you with platonic fondness. Nothing more, you remind yourself.

You deal with the matter at hand. 

“Um, who else is going on the mission? I just need to know in terms of numbers, because I’ll need to take the same number of nurses, and two surplus just so we have all the hands we could ever need on deck. And then I’d have to work out a schedule for the infirmary here, so…” Tony considers your question deeply, fingers tapping his chin in thought.

“Hmm…So for now we have Nat and Bucky. Then we’ll have two SHIELD ops to do surveillance. That’s pretty much it, seeing as it’s a covert mission.”

“Okay. I’ll be taking five nurses alongside myself, if that’s alright.”

“Sorry,” Steve cuts in. “We can only afford you and two more, dear. Otherwise, we risk exposing ourselves.” Your heart is beating out of your chest, can you do this?

You glance back at Bucky, the one person who is guaranteed to reassure you in your abundant moments of self-doubt. And you take a deep breath.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I can make it work.” You just need to make sure you’ve had a good night’s sleep, eaten well, and are wearing the comfiest pair of shoes. Just in case. 

“Great. We go Wheels up at 0300, in 12 hours.” As everyone begins filing out, you look at Bucky once again.

“We can do this,” you reassure the both of you, putting on a brave face. Your heart is going crazy, knowing the consequences of a poorly gone mission, not just for you and Bucky, or for the people in this compound. The entire nation rides on you, on your ability to carry out this mission and save everyone. But you'll think about that if things go south.

“We can do this. And, can I speak to you after the mission? There's something I want to talk about." He searches your eyes for any sign of panic he should quell. He finds none. He's made up his mind -- he'll tell you. Because looking into your opal eyes is like looking in a mirror, and he can't let the opportunity of a lifetime of a chance with you pass him by. You, not knowing any of this, nod. Ever curious, ever anxious.

But you’ll make sure Bucky comes out of this alive. Even if it kills you.

NEXT PART

[astromaki]

little puppy - trainee!izuku midoriya x ceo'sdaughter!reader (x shoto todoroki) (1379 words)

tw ; minors dni angst, degradation, slightly suggestive, toxic behavior from y/n, cheating, reader is a bitch/brat oops, nsfw ; mutual masturbation

EXTRA INFO ;; reader in her 20s and izuku in his early 30s

i'm thinking about izuku midoriya as a trainee in this big successful company.

poor, pathetic izuku, who let himself be stepped on. in this ruthless hierarchy, he was the one who brought the coffee back to his superiors. pathetic. a young man without interest.

he would have liked so much to be richer. more charismatic, more eloquent when he had to speak in front of his colleagues. he would have liked to be worshipped like his best friend shoto todoroki who had everything to please. money, beauty, high social network. and the daughter of his rich boss. you.

you were so elegant, so pure, so bewitching, fascinating.

you were a goddess among mortals.

so it's normal that you were in a relationship with todoroki, he was of the same high social class, you understood each other without exchanging words. he was so jealous.

oh fuck, how he would have wanted you to give him a simple look. no matter how disdainful it was. just so you would understand that he was there, that he was in love with you.

and it was during this party organized at the office to celebrate some investment or gain, that his life was going to change for the better, and the worse.

"damn izuku be careful where you put the fucking glass. apologize to miss y/l/n." said shoto dryly.

the party seemed to come to a halt as attention focused on your trio. an annoyed murmur ran through the crowd. you were used to being the center of attention, of the tabloids, of your family.

you were japan's little starlet.

but here, with a red wine stain on your designer dress thanks to this izuku ? oh no, how embarrassing.

"you're can't be serious, i asked you for some rosé, besides. " he continues in an aggressive tone.

todoroki may have assured you that izuku was his best friend, but since you were dating him, all you could see was him barking at that poor young man. but you weren't going to lie, you were amused.

and still it was sad. for shoto, of course, to have to deal with a green-haired phenom like that since childhood.

calm down.

calm down y/n. it's not like this dress cost thousands of dollars, and it came straight from the designer.

you always hate your father's pathetic interns, but this one had won the jackpot.

this izuku was twice as tall as you. but your gaze still fell on the young man with the green hair. his imposing size, and his adorable little freckles surprised you a little. how come this attractive physique had such a shy personality ?

you would have had him in your bed by now if you hadn't been set up with shoto. but what was stopping you from getting down on your knees in front of him ? a slight smile stretched your pretty lips. nothing at all.

"please forgive me miss y/l/n.," he said, looking into your eyes.

a short, yet long silence falls between you. your face was drawn, you were annoyed, bored. irritated by this idiot and this incident that had spoiled your mood.

" never mind, get out of my sight." you reply curtly.

the young man went to the kitchen to clean up his mess while you went to the bathroom to fix your look.

you'll have a word with your father and the board to get that idiot fired. on top of that incident, he had that naive look in his eyes, too nice. too pure.

no wonder he's everyone's stooge around here.

"fuck. "

you tried to clean the stain on your cleavage as best you could.

"you have to remove the stain with vinegar from your silk dress, miss."

the young man's interruption made you jump with fear. he was watching you, still with the same kind yet irritable look. we'll see if he'll be as cute when you've fired him. well, when your father has.

"i told you to get out of my sight earlier, didn't i ? "

the young man loosened his tie and came to your side. he was looking at you through the mirror this time.

"i'm sorry again, but the men's room is occupied so we'll have to share it while I get rid of this task too. " he said softly.

that softness in his voice, argh, it had the audacity to-

"if i may say so, i think you still look lovely tonight." he adds in a deep voice.

you couldn't explain it, but his compliment made you feel an inexplicable anger. without being able to answer anything, you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

but who was that fool ?

who was he to make such a remark ? maybe you should tell shoto that his best friend was flirting with his girlfriend ? that this poor trainee had been ogling the breasts of the daughter of the CEO of one of the biggest companies in Japan?

but you wouldn't have any fun with that tonight.

so you finally faced him, your hands having stopped rubbing the stain since that advice he had given you.

your panther eyes were locked in his. what a great opportunity to cheat on shoto todoroki, the daddy's boy with the boy version of cinderella.

without a word from you, your hand came to caress his well-drawn jaw, then moved with excruciating slowness up his cheek and then his cheekbone. that little red came to tint his beautiful face the same color as his lips.

it looked like a greek god, he was without a doubt much more attractive than your boyfriend.

"fuck me izuku." you breathe a few millimeters away from his lips.

you saw his face panic when you took his hand to slide it towards your crotch. and even more when he felt that you were not very dry in your intimate part.

"look how much you make me want to. let me make you feel good, like i let you make me feel good. shoto won't need to know. "

"you are my boss's daughter... and my best friend's girlfriend. "

your other free hand slowly, sinuously, came down his fly. your two breaths were one, speeding up a little more as you become intimate in this luxury toilet

totally removed from the party. from shoto. from your father. from the business. from alcohol, and from the sins that the business itself represented.

greed.

"let's talk about shoto here." your fingers finally met the tip of his cock. you didn't let go of the amazement of its size. a real surprise all the way, that miserable izuku.

you continued in an ever more suave voice.

"shoto, your best friend since you were a teenager, right ? and you let him treat you like that ? did you know that he was planning to succeed my father as the company's ceo ? "

" w-what ? " he said in a surprised voice.

"yeah... a real tragedy, isn't it ? especially, when i'm the only one worthy of getting this job. don't you think i fell for that arrogant guy. "

his fingers finally met your panties, and in one movement he shifted them to meet your lips.

a slight sigh of pleasure echoed in the toilet.

"he treats you like shit. but maybe you deserve to be stepped on, to be insulted like a nobody. maybe you want to remain a submissive all your life? " you pick up on that.

"n-no, of course.. not." his voice was pleading as your movements on his member accelerated.

"well, i knew you weren't just a complete idiot. "

you spread your legs slightly to throw him a larger access, inwardly claiming death from the pleasure he gave you so easily.

"let me make you a deal. you whisper. "i'll let you fuck me, and you help me get shoto out of the way, and get me into the role of CEO of the company.", you say with a firm tone.

a mischievous smile stretched your lips as you pressed them against izuku's.

"be my little puppy, and you can marry me."

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[woongxrk]

PLOT CALL

hey y’all so i’m finally done with stamina which means i can stop just hoarding replies and get some actual character development rolling on this little man, so to help jumpstart that i’m gonna be doing a plot call! under the cut i’ll put some plot and relationship ideas i’ve been stewing over the last couple days and i’m super open to brainstorming as well if nothing suits you/your muse’s fancy! hit me up in tumblr ims if you don’t have my twt or discord so i can share those with you, or just hit me up in ims to plot there! most of these plots require further plotting, so definitely talk to me!

anyways, fun stuff under the cut.

oo1. special request - so my close good friend carly keeps talking about how woong would make a hot drummer so if there’s any other drum playing muses out there, wanna give a boy some lessons? it’s unlikely that he’d seek it out himself without an ulterior motive of some sort or being cajoled into it tbh, but maybe he’s trying to get closer to your muse (a fleeting crush mayhap), or lost a bet or something. open to other instruments as well, since he’s absolutely useless at fcking everything.

oo2. way back when - childhood friends plot. preferably around the same age as woong, ‘00-’97ish range, male or female. the two of them grew up in the same neighborhood and your muse knew the soft, good woong before the rather traumatic way his parents split up and he became the bitter boy he is today. somehow they’ve managed to stay friends to this day, and this friend helps woong to be a little softer. bonus: did one ever have a crush on the other?

oo3. your smile - a first love plot. male, ‘00-’97ish age range. woong liked your muse so much once upon a time, but it never worked out. maybe it was a crush that was never requited (for any reason, maybe your muse wasn’t also gay, maybe they just didn’t feel the same way at the time), but it was probably for the best that it fizzled out. the two have recently reconnected and they’ve found out they still make stellar friends. maybe they still think about what could have been?

oo4. high school was so last season - male or female, ‘00-’07ish. could be from his high school or another school. for whatever reason, these two just did not get along back in the day. they argued at every turn, never to the point of fists but sometimes tensions did get quite heated. it might have been a rivalry gone awry or just a collection of misunderstandings. woong went to a private all-boys academy, but even if your muse went to another school maybe they kept running into each other at other public spaces. as for what’s going on now, maybe they can reconcile. or maybe they’re just destined to argue and fight until the end of time.

oo5. kept in the dark - ex plot. male, ‘00-’97ish range. woong’s profile right now mentions his short-lived fraud of a relationship with a girl, but maybe at some point he had tried again, only this time more honest to himself. sorta. he was in the closet the whole time the two were in the relationship, refusing to budge even an inch. maybe that’s why it ended, or maybe there were other things going on, different places in life or goals or something else entirely. in any case, it didn’t end as well as it should have. now, maybe they’re trying to be friends again. how will it go?

oo6. a little less useless - any gender or age. woong as a muse was designed to be almost entirely uninterested in music or the idol industry, but since his closest friends keep getting signed and leaving him, he’s suddenly had the motivation to try to join them in their fancy little companies. to do this, he needs to learn how to sing or dance or something. this plot is open to multiple muses: anyone who’s helping him work toward any sort of performance skill. maybe your muse is dragging him along to dance classes, or maybe they’re giving voice lessons themselves, or even just bringing him along to indie/underground concerts and performances to encourage him. a super flexible plot and probably the most important one on my list!

oo7. event help - any gender or age. along the same lines as the last plot, woong isn’t good at anything and wasn’t interested in being good until recently. someone make him do that dance competition, one way or another!

oo8. i’m your fan - for the idols or public trainees out there, perhaps woong could stan. even just casually, since he’s lived in korea his whole life of course he’s heard kpop on the radio or in malls and shops. he’s more likely to be familiar with idols than trainees, but perhaps he can meet someone he enjoys music from and get a little excited and starstruck from meeting a celebrity in person. and no, haknyeon, you don’t count as a celeb. woong knew you before then.

oo9. not a fan - similar to the last plot, but the opposite. he actively hates this idol or trainee, going so far as to say so on public social media accounts. what’s he gonna do when he actually meets this person, this figure he never thought he’d ever be in the same room as, face to face? is he gonna own up to his words now that they’d have to be spoken in person? honestly, knowing woong, probably.

this is all i’ve got for now but at least it’s a start!! i’ll add more and reblog this post as i think of them and add them!

[foodsies4me]

The Fearsome Four

Alright so it seems that more than one person wants a list so here we go with the first four trainees. (I will be splitting this up because like some people aptly remarked there are Too Many Trainees and writing them all down in one post is going to make for an infinitely long post. (Cries in, these were supposed to be one of characters that were just supposed to make the institute feel more lived-in. Not menaces that take over half of the story)

Maxwell Joseph Lightwood (He/Him, 9 years and a half - Not an OC though I HC him looking differently than in the series in my head)

Nicknames: Max, Maxie, Little Clover, Cricket, Little Caramel, Menace, Little Terror

Physical description: looks like a mini Alec – black hair, hazels eyes and mischief in his blood. He’s smaller than the other trainees his age, standing somewhere between 3ft 11 and 4ft (120,2 cm) Has three long gashes on his torso that span most of his chest as well as two smaller but just as thick scars on his right upper thigh, a thick scar on his left ankle and one on the inside of his right arm. (This only applies for AWG Max. Golden Words Alec is 4ft 3 (130,5 centimeters) and has no such scars.)

Personality: He’s the Menace Supreme what more do you want me to say? Culprit number 1 of the Mumbai Incident.

Extra info: co- owner of Bubbles and has a batman backpack with cartoon characters and sharks on it

2. Arjun Jaskaran Bhasin (He/Him, 9 years old)

Nicknames: Arji, Jun-Jun, Marshmallow, Chotu (nickname only his older siblings call him)

Physical description: thick dark-brown hair that’s mostly straight, dark brown nearly black eyes. He’s about 4ft2 (128,5 centimeters) and the only one of the fearsome four that doesn’t look like a mess most of the time.

Personality and tidbits: He’s quieter than his three best friends, but no less of a menace for it. He’s the youngest in his family and is close with his parents/older siblings despite not living in the same institute. He loves everything dragons and, even though he misses his family a lot, he also loves being at the NYI. Now if only Alec could get the rest of his family to work there as well…Culprit Number 2 of the Mumbai Incident.

Extra info: has a dragon backpack, yes the dragon can breathe fire.

3. Barika Fahari (He/Him, almost 10)

Nickname: Barii, Riri, Gumdrop

Physical description: short, black curly hair. Light brown eyes. 4ft 5 (134 cm) which makes him the tallest of the foursome fear.

Personality and tidbits: Barika was originally supposed to be a female character because I didn’t want Max to only have male best friends, but then Barika decided he was trans without any care as to what I had planned (hence the female name which he decided he was keeping). Like Max, he’s a menace and adores comics. His absolute BFF is Leo and those two will probably end up as parabatai in the future. Culprit number 3 of the Mumbai Incident.

Extra info: Has a The Flash backpack with a little Green Lantern keychain and ever-changing cartoon/Manga-characters on the sides. Robin, Batman and Cyborg logos are embroidered on the straps.

4. Leonard Benjamin Knightvale (He/him, two days older than Max and will never let him live it down)

Nickname: Leo, Lenny, corn chip, little lion

Physical description: light brown hair that tends to get in his eyes, green-brown eyes and 4ft3 (130 centimeters – yes, Golden Words Max teases him back for being older but shorter)

Personality and tidbits: If someone enabled Max to do one of his stunts, Leo is the most likely culprit. If nobody enabled Max to do one of his stunts than Leo was likely in a coma because he WILL enable Max’s shenanigans just to see the chaos happen. BFF’s with Barika and thinks Alec is the coolest person ever. He lacks any kind of impulse control and is currently in the lead in the “Get Ragnor to turn them into a frog” competition much to Max’s displeasure. He hates being called Leonard about as much as Max hates being called Maxwell. Culprit number 4 of the Mumbai Incident.

Extra info: Green Lantern backpack with a The Flash keychain, a Batman keychain as well as a Cyborg and Robin sticker. The Green Lantern logo in the middle lights up and can turn into different colors if Leo wants to.

Part two