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dxwnfxll · 1 year ago

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Hello! It's me again, here with another Mikell x Reader request lol

I had this kinda angsty idea about Mikell finding out his partner is anomalous, and I think it would hurt even worse if his partner's anomalous abilities aren't actually dangerous or anything.

If you don't feel like writing or have any ideas feel free to just ignore this.

You got it!!

Time for some more Mikell stuff !!

(As always Amar replaces the Bright/Shaw family)

(And whenever i write these i usually follow my own au! So some things in these may not be canon to the actual lore so yah!)

You and Mikell had been married for a couple years, the both of you meeting during work. You had just been given a promotion, going from a Jr researcher to an actual researcher. Finally you wouldn't have people looking over your shoulder while you try to do your work (or slack off like another doctor). On one faithful day as you were taking a stroll, finally being allowed to have a break after two whole weeks of work work and some more work. Sure you could relax during the night but you'd usually crash every night never being able to do what you want.

As stopped in the hallway to grab some water from a little water cooler, another person was walking down the hallway separate of you. The man was too busy looking down at his phone to not notice you right in front of him. The man bumped into you, and if looks could kill you already would've been dead. But as you quickly got up and looked at him his look got softer. You didn't apologize though, instead you glared at him "watch where you're going." You said rudely. But he didn't seem hurt, he just laughed a bit before walking off. Little did you know what door had opened up to you.

Every since that day he seemed to appear more and more, annoying the utter shit out of you. The albino man was just somehow always there, you wondered if he was the same as you. What do I mean by that? Well you're anomalous, nothing dangerous. Your body was just different, your cells healing much faster than the normal human. A broken limb that would usually take months to heal would only take a week for you. Sicknesses also avoided you, you had no feeling what it felt like to get sick and you were thankful for that. And since your ability was so simple it was extremely easy to hide. No researcher ever really asked if their fellow colleagues were okay unless they were friends or in some sort of relationship. You usually kept to yourself so no one ever asked when you got a paper cut how it just seemed to vanish.

As this man began to appear around the places you'd usually be, eventually the two of you became acquaintances. Learning that his name was Mikell and later on learning he was the elder brother to Dr. Amar. You two began to get along, you had made your first friend in the entire foundation. And slowly your relationship began to grow, it first started with flowers appearing in your office. Next it was lingering hugs, and finally the two of you began to sneak kisses in areas where no cameras could see them. Mikell always knowing the perfect spots, eventually you two took the next step becoming official.

The both of you dated for a good couple years before he popped the question during y'alls break outside the facility. Such a romantic sight, he had rented out a park and hired a few people to string up some lights in the trees and put up a banner asking you to marry him.

You of course said yes and your wedding happened next month at his home. A ranch that had been passed down through the family, the wedding was semi empty. Your [family members] being the only ones who showed up on your side and Mikell only had his parents and a few work colleagues show up on his. But the wedding was beautiful nonetheless.

A beautiful two years of being married, you had learned he was an 05 specifically he was the 6th one. Which did make you tense up a bit with the thought of him finding out you were an anomaly. You had also learned of his past being the legendary agent cowboy, and learning how he had been married before with a son. His son now despising him, you both were still young enough to try for kids. So you had both planned to have one eventually. Whether through adoption, surgency or just some way.

Until that night.

Mikell had come home early to see you trying to clean the top of a cabinet, your feet on their tippy toes under you a small ladder. As you tried to balance yourself you slipped back, falling back and hitting the back of your head on a corner of a table. You could hear Mikell gasp before rushing into the kitchen throwing his suitcase possibly on the couch. "Y/N! Shit hold on darlin'" he sat you up, blood covering the table corner and dripping onto your back. You held your head, your head hurting so badly you didn't realize what was happening. The headache stopped after a minute though and you could hear Mikell trying to find your wound. Your eyes widened as you tried to get away knowing what was about to happen "I'm okay Mikell! I swear!" He'd only respond with "what are you talkin about. There's blood everywhere, shit how are you even al-" then he paused his searching. He found it..he found the wound that was probably already healing. He slowly let go of you and sat back still on a knee. He starred at you, a look full of confusion, anger and worry. He looked around at the blood as if making sure you had actually gotten hurt before he looked back at you.

You sat against a cabinet looking down avoiding eye contact with him, he took a breath "Y/n." You glanced up at him, he could see the tears in your eyes "you're..you're an anomaly." He said as you slowly nodded your head "I..I thought I could keep it hidden..I just wanted to live a normal life" you cried as he stared at you like a deer in headlights. He didn't know what to do now, he knew his job required him to bring you in..but then you'd live the rest of your life as an SCP if they didn't grant you an allowance to be a staff member. You spoke again "you're gonna turn me in now aren't you?" Even though he had been thinking about it, hearing you question that he'd do that broke his heart. It filled his head with memories of his old family. His son who had been born anomalous and the awful things he did to protect his son from the SCPs gaze. He shook his head sitting next to you "no." He put an arm around you "*we* can keep this as our secret. You're my partner, I'm never going to betray you like that." He rubbed your arm as you leaned against him.

The night had been filled with him reassuring you, and after you were satisfied the two of you cleaned up the mess. Mikell already being used to cleaning up blood from his work inside the foundation it was done quickly.

To say your relationship with Mikell didn't change after that would be a lie, there were some awkward moments when you'd get hurt and he'd try to help just to watch the wound heal up slowly. He'd also question you at times asking questions like "were you born with this?" "Do you have any other abilities?" "Are your parents the same way?" And you'd always answer it. Even through this time though Mikell still loved you, he always slept in the same bed as you, always kissed you whenever he could, always planned dates with you. He loved you and nothing would change that luckily.

Hope you enjoyed this!! I tried to make it a lil angsty but also wholesome!

#scp #scp foundation #scp fandom #scp fanfiction #scp x reader #scp mikell bright #scp mikell bright x reader #scp mikell amar #scp mikell amar x reader

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wickedsingularity · 2 years ago

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The Not So Secret Santa Advent Calendar 2022 [December 17th]

The Not So Secret Santa Advent Calendar 2022 Masterlist

Summary: No one thought the Avengers would be back after the final battle against Thanos. But here they are, a brand new team, moving into the shiny new headquarters right in time for Christmas. They are made to do Secret Santa for team building, and Bucky sees it as an opportunity to do something special for a certain someone…

Pairings/characters: Bucky Barnes x reader (but not really), Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson, Bruce Banner, Maria Hill Warnings: None I think Words: 193

For @iguess-theyre-mymess

The Secret Santa was also surprisingly becoming a big deal amongst us all, Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents alike. There was a lot of sneaking around and suspicious eyeing of any shopping bag anyone carried. I had ditched my regular purse and training bag when I noticed this and started using various kinds of shopping and grocery bags for my things when I was out running errands or going about my business at the facilities.

Thor and Bruce were the most curious and kept trying to sneak glances into my bags and always looking disappointed when they saw nothing interesting. Bucky was the only one that knew I was done with my Secret Santa, having been there when I said I was going out to get it and I sometimes invited him to look inside my bag when someone else was nearby. He played along and acted surprised or shocked or disgusted by what he saw.

I was of course curious about who had picked my name and what they would get me, but I had too much fun with these shopping bags. Maria had been right; we might even have fun with this.

December 16th | Masterlist | December 18th

#the not so secret santa advent calendar 2022 #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x oc #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x oc #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fluff #my gif

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lovelybarnes · 3 years ago

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for the oneshot game thing: the title "daggers" + loki 💕

pairings: loki x reader, mentions of wanda maximoff, thor odinson, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, and bruce banner

warnings: loki’s daggers, i think that’s all? it's mostly fluff and oblivious lol

about: title request- daggers

a/n: finally finished! i actually really like how this came out- until the ending. i think i may just be incapable of writing a definitive happy ending for my darling god :(

loki and his belongings were off-limits. it was an unspoken rule announced in a booming voice every ten minutes. the god himself enforced it every time anyone came into the vicinity of his things, a scowl and his magic- activated by a single twirl of his hand- driving away any ideas someone could have dared to come up with.

not even thor was exempt to this rule, proven by the blade protruding from his side when he had come into loki’s room unannounced, fingers already tangled in his items within the first few minutes he had been inside.

loki’s things were not to be touched, barely even looked at; it was a rule.

but rules have exceptions, and it turned out you were this one’s.

thor was the first one to figure it out, first inkling coming from the time he spotted you with loki’s great treasure- the brilliantly blue tesseract- resting in your hands while you stared at it in awe. you were slumped down on the couch after a long mission that had left you sore and sad, even your favorite show unable to console you. it usually took you a few days to bounce back, although your heart was a little more chipped than before.

however, that day was different; loki was there. loki, who, to his surprise, despised seeing you so melancholy, and decided that the situation would just not do. and who better than a god to hold your hands and lift you to your feet? a god who held the same thing you had asked excitedly about the first time you heard about it.

so, he frowned at you and flicked his hand, a small whirlpool appearing above it and dropping his beloved tesseract into his waiting hand. you had gaped at him, startled eyes flicking from him to the cube you thought shield had safely stored away in one of its facilities. “shield thinks a lot of things, my pet,” loki had muttered simply and offered you the glowing tesseract, urging you to hold it. “r- really?” you asked, reaching for it once you got his faux annoyed confirmation and marvelling at it. “wow,” you had whispered, before smiling at loki, “thank you, loki.”

natasha noticed when she’d see you sneak into his room in the night- when the only thing preventing the dark sky above you to swallow you whole were the bright littered stars, observing as you took his offered book from his outstretched hand. watching as you read a few chapters yourself before ultimately deciding you liked it much better when loki was the one that read to you, velvet voice bringing the words to life, and wonderful magic making pretty images for you to look at.

steve and tony realized when they spotted you inside his room, a wide grin taking up half your face while you eyed the gold horns resting carefully in your hand. the pair had frozen in the hallway, arguing voices falling silent as they struggled to see through the sliver between the door and the doorframe. steve was seconds away from pushing the door open to remind you of The Rule when another pair of fingertips touched yours, a different voice mixing gently with yours. pale fingers lifted the headpiece from your grasp, turning it and placing it on your head with the care no one believed loki was capable of.

your gasp snapped them out of it, fearful that it was pointed at them rather than at your reflection.

sam and wanda noticed when they recognized loki’s ring on your finger. an accidental look into your mind confirmed that it had been dotingly slipped on barely two nights before, after having seen the ring on one of loki’s own digits and twirled it in circles in anxiety enough times to realize how it was always there- which was why it was so surprising when he offered it to you a morning after you had spent the night curled up with him.

he had watched as you fingered the ring he had left on his nightstand, interested eyes following every ridge and indent as if trying to commit it to memory. you had refused at first, but he had had none of it, taking it from your attentive hold and delicately putting it on your finger. he had pressed his lips to your knuckles, although you were too oblivious to see how serious his eyes truly were, how honest the truth of his actions were.

you were the last to see it, of course, and it came when shocked eyes fell on you while you handled sharp blades with nimble fingers. “what are you doing?-” banner asked you, eyes wide, startling realization of what exactly the weapons were and who they belonged to suddenly coming to him. had he not been as scared of loki as he had, he would’ve taken them from you and dragged you off to escape the god’s wrath.

you frowned at him, pausing your actions. “just playing with loki’s daggers, they’re really impressive, look.” you grabbed the sharp side and lightly pushed bruce’s chest with the handle, making him flinch back. “you can’t touch those- do you know how much he likes them?”

you nodded, “i do, and i see why,” you bring them back to you, holding them correctly as you observed them. “you’re not supposed to touch any of his stuff,” bruce informed you, looking to the hallway leading to the elevator. “why not?” you question, genuinely concerned you had been overstepping.

“because he likes them and he doesn’t like us.”

your eyes flicker down to the ring you’re still wearing, the ghost of the weight of loki’s elegant horns settling on the crown of your head like the night he had placed them there. the realization hits you, making your eyelids flutter, daggers nearly falling from your hold when loki himself walks in, indifferent to the fact you’re in possession of his beloved daggers. bruce warningly gestures to them, oblivious, once more before walking off awkwardly, ignoring loki’s narrowed eyes in his direction.

noticing the look in your eyes, loki tilts his head, walking towards you, “is something wrong, darling?” he queries. you blink, the image of your favorite god clearer as you smile. “no,” you reply, “nothing’s wrong,” you reassure, glancing back at the daggers that make your soft smile grow, “everything’s perfect.”

and it was- especially when you kissed him two days letter, and everything his became yours, too (although it already was).

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years ago

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Epoch (Part 5): Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you find out about Waka and Shin, only to discover more about Keizo in the process. But when you finally learn something new, will you ruin the surprise?

wc: 1.3k

tw: none

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"My world is incredibly far from here. I can barely hear the winds on the planet these days..." Waka murmurs, eyes glazing over. "But on my planet - Liel - we are all incredibly smart. Compared to the average Mazih, we could face them in battle without exerting much effort, and they knew this when they came to us centuries ago. So we agreed to a truce," he sighs.

"And that truce requires some of their people to serve us, and the other way around. I chose to serve Keizo - and I was the first on this ship only ten years ago." He looks over to Shin. "Tell her about Bh'ami." Shinichiro sighs, passing a hand over his cyborg eye.

"Bh'ami... it was a dump. We'd been torn to shreds because of civil wars and when the Mazih arrived, we were no different. Some wanted to be with them, some wanted to fight against them..." He rolls his real eye and leans forward. "But we were overtaken and forced to serve. Takeomi and I got lucky, though. We were allowed to be a part of the fleets, which is a high honor. And we never looked back."

You can only imagine what it would be like to serve on a fleet - forced or chosen. Either way, to you it would be an honor to be sent to explore new worlds. But even so... you wonder if you'd wish to go home at times. Would you miss your mother, your father, Marta? Hakkai and Mitsuya?

You'd asked Izana once how he felt about possibly leaving, and he said that he felt nothing for or against it - it was just something to be done.

And as you peer at the Commander from your window that night, you wonder if he found it hard to leave his own home behind for so long.

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"I'll tell you a little known fact about your big Commander," Hakkai had announced to you after you left the shipyard, eyes aglow with mischief. "He loves to play the Glemin. You can find him playing with the other Mazih in Quadrant 2 tomorrow at midnight."

Your mind flits to the drum-like instrument normally held by a strap around the shoulder and beaten with a stick. What possessed you to seek out this sight, you're not sure of. But it feels right that you'd sneak out, travel to Quadrant 2 - where those who consider Chrono a temporary reprieve stay - and peer past your best clothing to watch the display in the square.

Yes, this Quadrant has a square. Your people in Quadrant 4 don't have one, just a series of streets that lead around the various facilities. But the city square of Quadrant 2 is lavish, like the middle of a temple. And people come there to party, to dance, to sing, to drink, and spend their time with the various other species rich enough to enjoy their materialistic pastimes without care.

A deep feeling of excitement drops into your gut as you near the decorated square; long ribbons of silk and banners made from the finest fabrics waving in the artificial breeze.

And as the crowd draws closer to you - a Genesean girl who has no business walking amongst the richest of people looking for the two-sun sunrise - the exhilaration mounts. Various species have gathered for this moment, all surrounding the place where the show will occur to greet the moon and stars.

You're so enamored with the colors and sights and sounds that you almost miss the songs of the musicians around the large fountain. You try to raise up on your toes to see the men and women better, but you can barely even make out who is there - much less if Keizo is truly there among them.

But you hear the beat of a strong drum and as the crowd stands to watch with patience and reverence, you push your way forward, praying to catch a glimpse of the elusive Commander. You reach the front of the crowd without much fuss, but the shawl wrapped around as to conceal your nose and mouth has slipped free, and your face is exposed to the others around you.

But you're too rapt with the scene before you to care.

The musicians - each with their faces painted in blue power from temple to temple - seem to be otherworldly (and they quite literally are) as they dance and play their song with vigor.

And Keizo is there, his mouth split into a smile as he beats the drum with his bare hands.

You wonder - if only for a brief moment - how you could make the normally serious man smile like that without music, but the thought escapes you as soon as you feel a hand on your wrist.

"Dance with me!" a woman cries out, elated and you're yanked into the inner crowd with little forewarning. There are others who are not the Mazih instrumentalists dancing along with you, but as you spin through the crowd, you find yourself unexpectedly catching a rhythm. As the lanterns and the moonlight guide you around the circle, joy seeps into your veins despite not knowing a word of the song being sung.

But every note drifts through your mind and sticks in your ears, every beat of the drum makes your feet dance, every tug and pull brings you an excess of euphoria. Soon, you find yourself among the very musicians playing, and two steps from Keizo himself.

At first, he doesn't seem to recognize you with all of your colors and skirts and shawl, but when he sees you, his hand falters for half a beat, then returns to its original pace.

"What are you doing here, little bird?" he grits out between his teeth, eyes narrowing at your swirling figure around him.

"Could ask you the same thing," you chuckle, shaking your hips to the beat and swaying your hair back and forth. A brief look of annoyance passes over Keizo's face, but then he exhales, looking up at the sky as his hands come to rest on the Glemin's sides.

The song is over, you realize a little too late, but Keizo catches you with a strong arm, pulling you close to his chest.

"You're not doing yourself any favors out here," he murmurs, looking around and above your head. "What if your dad catches you?"

"What will he do?" you reply, brow arched. "Punish me?"

"Yes," Keizo gripes, gripping your arm a little tighter. "And it'll be blamed on me."

"You're not corrupting me if that's what you're thinking." Keizo quickly takes the Glemin off his shoulder and hands it off.

"I'll take you back home."

"No," you protest as he drags you through the crowd you were once a part of. "I don't want to." You yank your arm free, and Keizo turns to face you, eyes wide. "I want to live my own life for a little while. What better time to do it than right now?" Keizo opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again before groaning, pinching the bridge of his nose between his right thumb and forefinger.

"So you're going to sneak back in the morning?"

"I'm going to say I stayed the night at Mitsuya's," you mumble, rubbing the spot where he held you. "And Marta is covering for me."

"Your android?"

"Yes." Keizo looks at the moon hanging overhead and whispers a prayer.

"Alright, come on then. We don't have all night." He begins to stalk off, away from the sounds of gaiety in the square.

"Where are we going?"

"You interrupted my night," the white-haired Commander mutters. "We're going to the highest point of Quadrant 2. And--" He interjects as you open your mouth to ask why. "You'll see why when we get there."

#keizo arashi #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #keizo arashi x reader #benkei x reader #benkei tokyo revengers

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jingabitch · 4 years ago

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Asmodeus

SUMMARY: While trying to summon a demon, you have an encounter with Namjoon.

PAIRING: Namjoon x witch!reader

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: demons and witches and stuff, dirty sex in a graveyard, oral sex (f receiving), plot twist, kinda dark-ish?

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: banner by @kookspierogis, beta-ed by @hesperantha, inspired by an ask by @wwilloww. Hope you guys enjoy it (and appreciate that I actually managed to get this out well before my scheduled deadline!).

You pulled your jacket more tightly around your body and hitched your backpack up slightly, looking behind your shoulder to make sure you weren’t being followed. This graveyard gave you the creeps, and you really didn’t know why you’d agreed to do this in the middle of the night. Was joining this coven really that important? Couldn’t you have attempted to summon a demon somewhere indoors and, most importantly, warm?

Sighing at your earlier self for making such poor decisions, you watched as your breath fogged up in front of you. “Jesus,” you muttered. Maybe you should just get this done as quickly as possible, so you could go back home and snuggle up under your warm duvet.

Finally reaching the small clearing in the middle of the cemetery, you stared up at the imposing griffin statue for a second before walking up to it and putting your backpack on the ground, leaning it against the base of the statue and kneeling down to take the necessary items out. Your grandmother’s grimoire, the candles, the ceremonial dagger.

It was so cold that your fingers were frozen, making it difficult to get the candles out of their plastic wrapper. Cursing, you blew on your hands and rubbed them together before picking up the package to try again.

Placing the five candles in a circle, you stepped into the middle and opened the book to the right page. “Why are all the summoning spells in ancient Latin?” you wondered to yourself, before kneeling on the ground and placing the book down in front of you.

As you chanted the first line of the spell, you felt the power start flowing through your veins, hot and electric, and placed your palm against the ground. As soon as your hand made contact, you clenched your teeth against the strange feeling of the magic leaving your body, shooting into the ground in the direction of the candles, which lit up immediately.

It was a windy night, but that didn’t matter, because the flames were fueled by your magic. A pentagram with the five points marked out by the candles began to glow on the ground, enclosed within a circle.

Lifting your palm off the ground, you refocused your attention on the spell in the book, picking up the knife by your side for the blood sacrifice. You would have to slice your palm open and drip a few drops of blood into the middle of the pentagram to bind your soul to the demon.

Before you could start chanting again, however, you heard the telltale rustling sound of leaves crunching underfoot, and whipped your head around. As you turned, you caught sight of someone standing behind you, staring down at you.

“What are you doing here?” you snapped, trying to hide your panic and shock.

He shrugged. “I could ask you the same question,” he pointed out, drawing closer.

Your mind kicked into overdrive, trying to find some rational explanation that wouldn’t lead to you being kicked out of the graveyard or arrested or sent to a mental facility.

“Giving a prayer to my grandparents,” you offered. It was a piss-poor excuse, and you knew it, but it was too late to do anything but double down. “They were really spiritual.”

He raised a brow at you.

“Anyway,” you continued defensively, “what are you doing here?” By which, of course, you meant, how had you missed him?

He stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight, and your breath caught in your throat. Holy hell, how had you missed the fact that he was beautiful? Tall and broad, wearing a long black coat over a black turtleneck which contrasted against his ash grey hair. The coat wasn’t buttoned up, and you could see the YSL logo next to the buckle of his belt.

“Paying my respects,” he said vaguely. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

You stood up, compelled somehow by his gaze. “Y/n,” you introduced yourself against your better judgement. When it came to creeps in graveyards at midnight, you could never be too careful, you’d always thought, and yet your mouth had betrayed you before you could think it through.

He was just so beautiful it was disconcerting. Growing up around other witches, you’d never really been around men all that much, and you didn’t quite know what to do with yourself

“You shouldn’t be hanging around places like these late at night, you know,” he cautioned. His voice was soft and low, pleasing to the ears. You strained to hear more of it.

He stepped closer still, until he stopped right outside the circle you’d marked out with your candles. “You never know who’s going to be around.”

“Like you?” you shot back breathlessly. The moonlight reflected off his fair skin, making him all but glow in the darkness of the night.

The half-smirk he gave you was sinister, dark and dangerous. It should scare you, but instead you felt arousal coil in your lower belly.

“Exactly like me,” he agreed easily. He smiled at you, showing off his dimples.

“You don’t look very dangerous,” you observed.

“Well, maybe you should take a closer look, then,” he invited with a shrug.

Step out of the pentagram? You hesitated for a moment. One of the first things you’d been taught when you started learning magic was never to do that – the pentagram was the only thing that protected you from the demon you were summoning. Outside of it, the balance of power shifted dramatically.

But Namjoon raised his hand, palm out, for you, and before you knew it, your hand was in his and you let him pull you out of the pentagram. “You mean like this?” you asked as you slung your other arm around his shoulders.

You thought you saw his eyes flash, but dismissed it as a trick of the light in the second before his lips descended on yours. “No, I meant like this,” he growled.

Your eyes snapped shut immediately as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips moving against yours. It had been so long since you’d been kissed, and never like this. Never with such skill and dexterity. His hands crept up your abdomen under your shirt, and even though they should have been cold, his fingers were deliciously warm, making you want to press yourself against him like a cat.

He backed you up into the base of the statue, crowding close and pressing the hard rod of his erection into your belly as he towered over you. It should have been menacing, but everything was, instead, endlessly titillating.

“You like that?” he said in a low, raspy voice that tied your stomach in knots. “You do, don’t you?”

You didn’t have it in you to answer, but he certainly didn’t need you to reply verbally. Not when the way you mewled as you tried to get closer to him, sliding your hands greedily into his coat, told him everything he needed to know.

Witches were always so easy. These closed communities of all-female witches meant it was difficult for them to have their needs met, and they were consequently easy pickings for any man who happened to set his eyes on them. Really, he thought, you’d think that after so many years, they’d have wised up to the pitfalls of the coven structure, but it appeared not.

“I’m going to take care of you,” he promised darkly, the sound making heat pool in your lower belly as you clenched on yourself, uncomfortably aware of how empty you felt. His fingers trailed down your abdomen now, in the opposite direction from before, headed for the button on your jeans.

You barely registered the fact that he was pushing you back gently until your back hit the base of the statue, knocking the air out of your lungs. He crowded close, pressing you back into it, towering over you with his broad frame. One of his hands pushed your sweater up, bunching the fabric under your arms, while his other undid the button on your jeans, sneaking his fingers into your panties.

He didn’t bother to hide his satisfaction, letting out a small noise and lifting his head to smirk down at you. “You’re so wet,” he purred, running his fingers along your slit. With a precision that seemed almost inhuman, he found your clit, rubbing his slickened fingers across it.

A choked moan forced its way out of you as you threw your head back against the cool marble of the statue’s base, your eyes fluttering shut as you rocked your hips into his fingers.

The feeling of him withdrawing his hand from your panties was so objectionable that you opened your eyes, making a sound of indignation. All fight automatically left you, however, when you saw him sucking on his fingers, staring you down with hooded eyes. “I want to taste it from the source,” he told you, his voice deep.

Holding back a shudder, you nodded. “Yeah, we can definitely do that,” you managed, your voice shaky.

He leaned down to kiss you, then started trailing kisses down your neck, before kneeling. Your eyes wide, you watched him get on his knees as you started pulling your sweater down, back over your body.

“Don’t,” he said, a steely undercurrent in his voice that sent a little shiver down your spine. The glint in his eyes let you know that he meant business. Still, despite being mid-hook up with a random stranger in a graveyard – you stared down the neat rows of tombstones – you hadn’t taken complete leave of your senses.

“It’s cold,” you protested with a pout.

“Don’t worry,” he told you. His voice oozed with confidence. “You won’t get cold.”

You were about to say more, but he silenced you with a stern look. With a sigh, you acquiesced, lifting the shirt back up as you leaned your head back against the statue. You were going to catch your death out here, you thought mournfully, staring up at the full, round, white moon. Hopefully he’d at least get you to the little death first.

He ripped your jeans and panties down your legs, knocking off one of your sneakers carelessly as he did so. Your clothes remained bunched around the other ankle, in what surely was the most undignified position you’d ever been in.

Then his tongue touched your body, and as you stiffened and squeaked in surprise, all of those thoughts flew out of your head. The only thing that mattered to you was how talented he was with the appendage, and you adjusted your stance to give him greater access.

Namjoon lapped at your slit with long, broad strokes, bumping your clit every time. You rocked your hips slightly to get more friction, and he reacted by holding your hips still with his strong, big hands, making the thought that he must be the devil flash across your mind in frustration. Then he shifted closer, using his broad shoulders to open your legs wider, and placed his mouth on your pussy, and that last shred of coherent thought left the chat.

The hand holding your sweater up drifted slightly, your fingers ducking into the cup of your bra to circle your nipple as your thumb stayed hooked under the cozy knit material. Your other hand slid down your bare abdomen before your fingers threaded themselves through his hair just to have something to hold on to as he relentlessly attacked your clit.

“Mmf, fuck,” you mumbled around a lock of hair that had fallen into your mouth with all the thrashing around you were doing. It didn’t matter, though. Nothing mattered but Namjoon and his wonderful, awful tongue. Tears squeezed out of your eyes, which were tightly shut, running down the sides of your face.

“That’s it,” he encouraged you as he detached for a second to catch his breath, using his thumb to rub over your clit as he fucked you with his fingers. “You’re close, aren’t you? Come for me like a good girl,” he said slightly breathlessly before once more ducking his head to your core.

Helplessly, you obeyed, your entire body seizing up as you clenched around his fingers, rocking your hips against him as you rode out your orgasm.

When it was over, you slumped limply against the marble statue, blinking up at him with slightly blurry vision as he rose to his full height. In the pale, weak light of the full moon, his cheeks and chin gleamed. He didn’t bother to wipe it away, instead grinning down at you as he braced his weight on the statue, his hands on either side of your shoulders.

“Good girl,” he purred as he leaned in to kiss you. You tilted your head up automatically to receive his kiss, uncaring of the fact that you could taste yourself on his lips. As he slid his tongue against yours sensuously, you eagerly reached to unbutton his trousers. With a chuckle, he leaned back to give you more space, but didn’t otherwise help you.

You were so distracted trying to get into his pants that you didn’t notice how warm your fingers were. You still had full mobility, contrary to your expectations that you’d be frozen solid by now, after his insistence that you expose yourself to the elements the way he’d ordered you to.

Then your hands were full of dick, and you moaned in unison. You would have been more embarrassed about that had your body not been thrumming with arousal still. It had just been so long since you’d touched a man. Training to become a witch didn’t leave you with much free time or access, after all.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he continued praising you, his voice gone raspy as you stroked him. You were about to get on your knees to return the favour, but he stopped you, instead hoisting you up and pressing you against the statue. There was a vague sense of being pinned like an insect, but the thought vanished like so many had tonight the moment you felt him pressing, hot and hard, against you.

Then you felt your softness yield to him as he pushed into you, sliding deep into you with a grunt. Your fingers scrabbled for purchase along his shoulders, but the solid wool coat resisted. The cashmere of his sweater brushed against your skin, and although it was the softest, most luxurious sweater you’d ever felt, it was almost abrasive, reminding you that although you were pretty much fully exposed, he was still completely clothed.

Your head tipped back helplessly. You felt so incredibly full, the stretch riding the line between pleasure and pain. Namjoon, in response, bent his head to the exposed skin of your neck, pressing soft, wet kisses to the sensitive flesh that turned into sucking.

“Namjoon,” you gasped, and he lifted his head to look down at you. For a split second, it seemed like his irises were glowing red, but he blinked and then it was gone, and you dismissed it as a trick of the light. Your paranoia and discomfort from earlier must have seeped into your subconscious somehow. Ridiculous, really, since as a witch, you were probably the thing to be feared the most in the graveyard tonight.

His hand came up, long fingers stretching around the column of your neck.

“You’re mine,” he snarled. The unexpectedly possessive statement should have alarmed you. After all, he was a random stranger you’d met in dubious circumstances, even if you were currently getting to know each other on a very intimate level. Instead of uneasiness, however, his declaration only served to egg you on more, the rightness of it all settling deep within your bones.

Simultaneously, he pulled his hips back and then thrust into you again, bumping your clit with his pelvis.

“Yesss,” you groaned, although you weren’t sure if it was in response to his words or his actions. How was it possible for a man to be this good with his hips? The few sexual encounters you’d had before this had been fumbling, awkward and ultimately, you’d thought after, not worth it. Namjoon was like a whole different species.

He seemed to enjoy your enthusiastic approval, if the satisfied smirk he shot you was any indication. His body moved like a lithe, well-oiled machine, his arms hitching you up slightly higher to adjust the angle as he slammed into you. There would definitely be bruises on your hips from where they were hitting the marble, but it would be so worth it.

Helpless moans and yelps filled the air. As wrecked as you were, the only indication you had that he was feeling the same way was the way his breaths puffed against your neck. He seemed completely composed otherwise, keeping up a stream of filth murmured into your ear, so lewd it made even you blush.

There was no way, you thought, hurtling towards your second orgasm of the night, that he was a regular man. This level of prowess… it had to be something else.

As your moans reached a crescendo, Namjoon growled again, a delicious sound to your ears. You felt his mouth open slightly against your neck and felt the press of his teeth, but you were distracted and dismissed it as him taking in a gulp of air.

A second later, he struck. His teeth sank so deeply into your flesh that blunt human teeth couldn’t have done it. You should have been terrified, should have pushed him away and run screaming, but instead – completely bizarrely – the searing pain pushed you over the precipice. You came harder than you ever had in your life, the sensations so strong that they teetered on the fine line between pleasure and pain.

When the wave finally ebbed, you sagged against the marble of the statue, your arms loosening around Namjoon’s neck. He was approaching his own orgasm, you could feel it from the way his hips stuttered against yours. Thankfully, he’d removed his teeth from your neck, although he continued lapping haphazardly at the wound.

Exhausted, you marshalled the last of your strength to straighten up. “Come on,” you urged, stroking the back of his neck. Sweat was dripping down it and into his collar, you noted absently. When he finally released into you, it was a relief for the both of you.

In the wake of everything, you both slumped against the statue. The air felt almost eerily still and quiet after everything that had transpired before, and awkwardness started setting in.

Slightly uncomfortable now, you wriggled to be let down, and he acquiesced, stepping away to give you some room. You immediately began tugging on your clothes, trying to put yourself back to rights and studiously avoiding eye contact with him.

“Well,” you said in a voice that seemed entirely too loud, piercing through the silence that had settled over the graveyard. “That was fun.”

“Yes,” he said in a slightly amused voice. “I hope you don’t make a habit of this, though.”

Frowning, you raised your head to glare at him. “And what if I do?” you asked slightly irritably. You weren’t really in the mood to be judged for a random hookup by the man who’d just been railing you into next week.

He shrugged, raising his hands up placatingly. You turned away from him and bent to pick up your things. There was no way you were summoning a demon tonight, you thought. Your concentration was shot to hell, and your energy was all over the place. You’d have to try again tomorrow night.

Namjoon perched on a gravestone nearby, the disrespect of him sitting so cavalierly on someone’s headstone making you cringe internally. “I’ll see you around, I guess,” he said, watching you pack your things.

“Uh, yeah…” you said, your voice betraying your confusion. Who was in the habit of continuing to meet their random hookups? You knew it was probably one of those polite platitudes people exchanged, but the way he’d said it was different, like he really did mean it.

Namjoon laughed at your tone. “You didn’t think you’d escape me that easily, did you?” he asked, standing up. His hands were in his pockets as he walked towards you, looking completely nonchalant. Leaning in, he raised his hand to your neck, running his thumb over the bite mark he’d left. His face was so close to yours that for a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you again, but instead, he looked you directly in the eyes. “You’re mine now, after all,” he purred, as his eyes flashed red again.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart started pounding again, although for an entirely different reason this time. This was definitely not a trick of the light, and now that your brain wasn’t so clouded, all the little warning signs you’d dismissed earlier came back to mind.

“Who are you?” you breathed, trying to stop the tremor in your voice.

He chuckled and stepped away from you.

“My name is Namjoon,” he told you, shrugging. As he turned and started walking away into the darkness, though, he called over his shoulder, “But you might know me better by my title, Asmodeus.”

Shocked, you slapped your hand over the bite mark, staring at him as the fog swallowed his tall, lithe figure up. Asmodeus, the demon of lust. So you had managed to summon a demon after all. And, it seemed, a high-ranking one.

Running your fingers over the bite mark, you couldn’t stop the satisfaction from bleeding through you. As a disciple of Asmodeus, you were sure to rise through the ranks of the coven in no time.

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luxekook · 5 years ago

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in too deep ☼ knj

☼ dedication: this fic is a bday present for the loml tay aka tay bay bay aka @interludemoonchild!!!! luv u long time <33 (sorry this isn’t about hobi skksksks)

☼ pairing: marine biologist namjoon x assistant reader

☼ genre: idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, crack

☼ summary: you had always grown up being told tales of terrible jobs with tyrannical bosses. but now, you’re left to wonder why you hadn’t heard more tragic stories of all-too-wonderful jobs with all-too-beautiful bosses... did falling for your boss only lead to heartbreak and a two weeks’ notice? or could it yield the possibility of romance?

☼ word count: 3.1k

☼ warnings: pg15, cursing, chaotic energy, pining, miscommunication, mentions of quitting, lots of sea nerd stuff, namjoon is smart af but an idiot in love, the reader isn’t any better, crabby bois, arguments, completely cheesy fluff, short make out sesh, mention of sex

☼ banner creator: heathy bby @shadowsremedy

☼ beta reader: the amazing and astoundingly talented phia @meowxyoong

“Kim Namjoon!” You cry, swatting the blue-clawed crab away from your feet with a broom, “What did I tell you about bringing your goddamn crustaceans into the office?”

The man in question hustles out of his office looking disheveled, “You’ve seen Carl?” He sinks right down to his hands and knees to peer under your desk. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, little buddy!”

You stare disappointedly as your boss picks up ‘Carl’ from his hiding place and cradles him to his chest. “Namjoon,” You sigh exasperatedly, folding your arms.

He looks up at you and blushes, “Sorry, Star. I just feel so bad leaving them downstairs at the lab. It’s so lonely and dark down there.”

While your stomach flips at the mention of his nickname for you, your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Well, why don’t you just stay down there with them?”

“Because you’re up here…” He mumbles something incoherent.

“What?” You lean forwards, your ears straining to catch the garbled syllables.

Namjoon clears his throat, looking everywhere but at you, “Because it’s nicer up here.”

“Don’t tell your investors that,” You laugh, thinking of all the fancy and shiny equipment housed in the aquatics lab a few floors below. Working for a top-tier marine biologist sure had its perks - namely the state of the art kitchen with a full espresso bar.

“Star, I would never!” He looks affronted by the mere mention of such a thing. “Now, apologize to Carl for scaring him.”

You scoff, but just one glance into Namjoon’s sparkling brown eyes makes you crumble instantly. “Fine,” You begrudgingly shoot the crab a look, “Sorry, Carl.”

“See, Carl?” Namjoon croons, “She’s sorry!” As he turns back to you, you can immediately tell he is about to launch into Marine Biologist Mode™.

“Carl is a blue crab - a Callinectes sapidus, to be precise. That scientific name literally means ‘savory beautiful swimmer’.”

“Savory, huh?” You quip, relishing in the scandalized look Namjoon shoots you.

“Don’t listen to her, Carl,” He whispers, stroking a finger gently down the crab’s shell. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes… He’s named for his pretty sapphire-tinted claws, and he’s one of the most harvested species of his kind. So, don’t even think about it.”

You burst out laughing as he eyes you, “Okay, Joon, I’ll leave my pot of boiling water at home.”

Namjoon splutters out a choked laugh, looking at you like you are the most exasperating thing he’s ever come across. And, you probably are.

When you came to work for the distinguished marine biologist four months ago, you found him literally buried beneath piles of research papers, files, and National Geographic magazines. Apparently, he had tripped into his filing cabinet and everything had fallen off of the shelves onto him. The man had been a right mess. It was no wonder he had put an ad out in search of an assistant.

In your new role, you slowly but surely introduced some structure and organization into Namjoon’s life as best you could. The first thing you did was update his office. The man still had an honest to god lava lamp on his desk. You were still baffled at how he had managed not to break the fixture before your arrival.

Swiftly following the disposal of the cursed lava lamp, you ordered new file cabinets - and had them nailed to the wall. Virtually, you did even more. You restructured his online platforms and updated his schedule to include more than just scattered notes like “Meeting at 10AM, i think? Or was it 10PM?”

To his credit, Namjoon adhered to most of your suggestions and changes, but apparently he still refused to grasp the ‘no creatures in the office’ rule.

Overall, Namjoon was a great boss - kind, understanding, sweet, and a tad eccentric. His love for all things sea-related shone through the gentle way he handled his specimens, the passionate tone of voice he used while speaking on any related topic, and the stars in his eyes at the mere mention of discovering a new species.

It had been all too easy to become infatuated with him. Especially when he called you “Star” and left you to interpret the meaning on your own.

You remember the exact moment that you fell in love with him so vividly. It had been last month, just three months into working for him. Namjoon had been going off about fucking sand of all things.

“…Sand speaks of history, of science, of travels. Each grain of sand holds thousands upon thousands of years of movement, of erosion. For example, the beach outside of this building is tan because of the iron oxide tinting the quartz and the feldspar to a light brown color. But, there are other beaches that are black, white and even pink in color! It’s fascinating! And to quote the goddess of marine biology Rachel Carson: "In every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is a story of the Earth…”

Yeah, you are head over heels for your boss. And that’s why you needed to quit.

The end of the workday arrives too quickly - a common theme it seems when you love what you do and who you work for. Namjoon walks beside you down to the parking lot. You sneak a glance at his face and note that he seems deep in thought.

Your mind slips to the image of you and Namjoon going home together to a shared house overrun with fish tanks and models of sharks. It’s all too easy to picture, and all too painful to acknowledge the impossibility.

“Star,” Namjoon’s voice jolts you from your fantasy. You blink up at him, realizing you’re both stopped beside your adjacent cars. Namjoon smiles at you, “I’ll see you tomorrow? It’ll be Friday, finally...”

It seems like he wants to say more but stops himself for some reason. You pause, waiting for him to continue, but he just blushes and brings a hand to the back of his neck bashfully.

“Yeah, Friday,” Your tone is less enthusiastic. You planned to hand in your two weeks’ notice tomorrow. It’s a complete strategy on your part so that you can have the whole weekend to cry and shove at least one gallon of ice cream down your throat.

You wave goodbye to each other and enter your respective cars. You watch Namjoon pull out of the parking lot before you and pause to rest your forehead on your steering wheel. You were so screwed.

Twenty-four exhausting hours later, you find yourself with your fist poised over Namjoon’s wooden office door. Are you actually doing this? Are you really going to quit the only job you’d ever loved?

Yes, you are. You love Namjoon too much to stay here surrounded by his charisma and his beauty. You love him too much to try to complicate his workspace, his sacred ground. You love him too much to ask him to blur the lines of colleague and lover.

You need to leave - for his sake and for yours. It isn’t like he still needs you. He has been following your routine with vigor and always keeps his office organized now. Your tasks have been dwindling for weeks.

It’s time to move on. God, even the tension today had been off the charts with you and Namjoon skirting around each other like you were both walking on eggshells. Clearly, he is also feeling like you are in the way.

With that in mind, you straighten your shoulders and finally knock on the door.

Your ears strain for any sign of an answer. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to sustain the meager amount of courage you had mustered up inside you. Twisting open the handle, you push the door open and are immediately met with an empty office. Damn, he must be downstairs.

You chuckle at the sheer idiocy of your panicked state over knocking on an empty office door.

This is perfect anyways. You can hand Namjoon your two weeks’ and then evacuate the building in one sweep. Shutting down your computer and grabbing your things, you trudge out of the room and towards the stairs.

The journey downwards seems akin to walking the plank as you take each step slowly, dreading the inevitable.

Ciara has it all wrong: you do not love it when you One, Two Step.

The entrance to the lab looms overhead. The steel double doors look more like the gateway to hell rather than a nice entrance to a marine facility. You don’t break your stride as you march through the doors. If you had, you might not have kept going.

The familiar light humming of the tank filters meets your ears as you peer around the rows of shelves containing colorful fish and scuttling critters.

“Joon?” You call, the nickname slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

“Back here, Star!” His answer sounds from the very back of the lab. Of course, that’s where the crabs are housed.

You make your way past the tanks of clownfish and the pools of stingrays to where Namjoon sits hunched over the shallow tank containing four green-tinted crabs.

“That’s it, Nala.” Namjoon croons as the smallest of the four crabs swims around the tank, “You show your brothers how fast you are.”

“Talking to your subjects again, boss?” You can’t help but tease the man you've grown to love as he fawns over his work.

Namjoon blushes slightly and nods, pushing his glasses up to rest on the bridge of his nose, “Studies have shown that it helps them develop.”

“I thought that was humans?” You say, shifting your weight back and forth. The letter in your hand seems to burn more each second you hold onto it. You couldn't take it anymore.

As Namjoon opens his mouth to reply, you thrust the letter into his chest and say, “Never mind. This is for you. Please read it later.”

With that, you fast-walk your way back to the entrance of the lab. The sound of the envelope tearing open only forces you faster. Fuck, it had been idiotic of you to assume that he would actually listen to you and open it later. Namjoon is as impatient as they come. Of course he wouldn't wait.

“Star!” His strangled call startles you, “What is this?”

“We can talk about it on Monday!” You reply, somehow already close to tears. Why is this godforsaken lab so big? You pace down the aisles of tanks and breathe a sigh of relief as the exit comes into view.

Then, Namjoon comes barreling around the corner, cutting off your escape. The man looks baffled as he clutches your written resignation in his hands. His chest heaves as he holds the torn pages out towards you, “What. Is. This. Star?”

You bristle. I guess we’re doing this now, you thought. Stiffening your shoulders, you muster all the false bravado you can manage, “It’s my two weeks’ notice, Namjoon. I’m sure a smart guy like you can read.”

“Okay, allow me to rephrase,” Namjoon stalks towards you, tossing the crumpled letter over his shoulder. “Why did you give me this?”

“The letter explains everything,” Your eyes dart around, both in search of a viable escape and in avoidance of his intensity.

“Sure it does,” He scoffs, his eyes blazing with disbelief. “I want to hear it from you.”

Your back hits the cool glass of the tank behind you. You’re trapped between the contrasting temperatures of the water and Namjoon’s body.

“Joon,” Your voice shakes, “You don’t need me anymore. You’ve done everything I've asked of you and then some. You’re organized. You’re on time. You’re put together. I barely have enough tasks now to fill a day, let alone a week. It’s time to move on.”

“Time to move on?” Namjoon echoes before barking out a humorless laugh, “I don’t need you anymore? That’s really what you think, Star?”

“Don’t call me that.” The nickname snufs out any trace of fight left inside you, and you plead, “Just let me go, Joon.”

“Never,” He growls.

“I don’t understand what you’re not getting,” You sigh, exasperated and drained, “You’ve surpassed my expectations and erased the need for my position. I think the saying ‘the student has become the master’ applies here.”

Namjoon gapes at you before he snaps, “You’re the one who’s not getting it! Have you ever considered that the student might just be in love with the teacher?”

Joon rakes a hand through his hair as you become the one to gape open mouthed at the frustrated man.

He continues, “I wake up earlier every damn day because I can’t wait to see you at work. I organize all of my things because I just want to see you smile at me when you notice. I spend an hour each night picking out what to wear the next day because I want to impress you… Don’t you see? Everything I do is for you, is because of you. I want to be the best version of myself for you.”

Your mind struggles to compute the seemingly impossible notion that the object of your affections returns your love. “Did you,” You gasp out, “Just say that you loved me?”

“Yes, you complete jellyfish! I love you. I am in love with you! And it’s not like it’s not obvious! I call you ‘Star’ because you are my starfish, my sea star. You are the one who keeps the balance to my ecosystem of chaos. You are the key species that keeps everything afloat.”

“And you thought that was obvious?” You yell back at him, “How on earth would I immediately have known the intense analysis behind your nickname for me, Namjoon the science buffoon?” You huff, scrambling to process the amount of information that had just been thrown at you.

He needed you?

He loved you back?

He nicknamed you after a fucking marine invertebrate?!

Namjoon blinks in surprise, “Did you just insult me with a Bill Nye pun?” You don’t deign to give him a response. Namjoon chuckles before grinning sheepishly, “Okay, fine. You make a good point.”

“I know I do,” You pout. “You can’t just spring this on me, Joon. Why haven't you told me this before?”

“Because I was nervous that you would leave me, that you wouldn't return my feelings. Obviously, the first point is moot. What about the second?”

“You’re asking if I love you back?” Your body sags against the tank behind you, “How could I not, you crab-loving, walking mess of a—”

Namjoon captures your mouth with his, kissing you with fervor. His hands wind their way up to cradle your face between them like you are the most precious thing to him.

Pulling back slightly, Namjoon rasps out, “So, you’ll stay?”

“Hm, I don’t know,” You crack a wry smile, “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, let me show you,” Namjoon replies before whipping his shirt off. You gape open mouthed at the expanse of beautiful tan skin in front of you.

Was that a hint of a tattoo swirling over his left shoulder?

He reaches down to tug at the hem of your dress, insinuating he wants it off. A nice concept in theory; however, with one look around at your surroundings, you slap his hand away. “Namjoon! Not in front of the fish!”

“But, Star, these aren’t fish! These are squid, and they are classed as cephalopods—”

You put a hand over his mouth, “Allow me to clarify: I will only fuck in a creature-free zone.”

Namjoon murmurs something beneath your palm. You give him a warning look before removing your hand. He immediately repeats himself, “My office?”

Your eyes narrow, “I know for a fact you have at least three crabs in there.”

Namjoon pauses, looking suspiciously shifty, “There are only seven…”

You wait for it.

“...teen.” He finishes.

“Kim Namjoon!”

Two Years Later

The short walk down the aisle ends too quickly as you find yourself standing in front of a teary-eyed Namjoon. Five of his friends stand behind him in a row, while the sixth stands proudly as the officiant.

They really are out here looking like a whole boy band, you muse. But, you only have eyes for their leader.

Namjoon stands before you, all tall and handsome in his tux; and as Officiant Jin™ begins the ceremony, you can't help but wonder how you got so lucky.

Finally, the ring exchange is introduced dramatically by Seokjin who spouts something about circles and never ending love. “Let us now have the rings brought forward and presented by the ring-bearer!” He booms, raising his arms up like he is summoning a great force.

Ring-bearer? You rake your mind for a prior mention of a ring-bearer… You thought Yoongi as the best man would have the rings.

Suddenly, Namjoon produces a silver whistle from his pocket and blows it once. You stare at your soon-to-be husband like he has sprouted another head.

And then you hear it: the sound of legs and claws scuttling across the floor towards the altar.

“Tell me that is not what I think it is,” You whisper-yell over to Namjoon, who looks way too pleased for your liking.

Your fears and exasperations come true as Namjoon swoops down to pick up Carl who has two shiny rings tied to his shell with a ribbon.

“Oh, Kim Namjoon,” You sigh as you watch him remove the rings from Carl and hand the crab off to a disgruntled Taehyung, “What am I going to do with you?”

“You’re going to marry me,” Namjoon grins.

And marry him you did.

a/n: jellyfish have no brains, lolz. idk why making joon call the reader a jellyfish made me crack tf up but IT DID.

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years ago

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eunoia - prologue

Summary: Sam is trying to adjust to a life post-Steve Rogers.

Sam Wilson x Quinn (Asian ofc)

Warnings: Some spoilers for Civil War, Inifinity War, Endgame and TFATWS

Wordcount: 2.2k

A/N: Did I just abandon my other wips to work on this one? Maybe. This story follows around 50% of TFATWS storyline, but it’s not identical. I honestly don’t know whether or not people are gonna like it, but if you do, please let me know 🥺Our boy Sam deserves all the fics 🥰

Masterlist // eunoia masterlist //

Not a day goes by that Sam doesn’t think about Quinn. It was at the Joint Terrorist Centre’s headquarters in Berlin when he first saw her on security camera’s. While Bucky was being interviewed, a different set of cameras showed another interrogation room. It was nearly identical to Bucky’s room, though the difference was that there a woman was strapped in a similar containment cell. They had found her earlier that day and according to some intel she was part of another Hydra program, though there was not much known about her yet.

With the reactivated Winter Soldier Program, Sam tried to capture Zemo, before the fugitive disappeared into the crowd. Together with Steve, they took Bucky into an abandoned building. While Bucky slowly regained consciousness and both Steve and Sam being distracted, no one noticed someone sneaking up behind them.

In a twinkling of an eye, both Steve and Sam were tied up with one rope, despite the two of them being on opposite sides of the room. With a certain focus, the petite woman marched up to Bucky, ready to do whatever was her task. As her fingers wrapped around his neck, tips digging in his neck, Bucky seemed to recognize her. A soft ‘hey’ from the Winter Soldier was enough to snap her out of it.

The rope stopped cutting into Sam’s skin, as the woman looked around her. She dropped the rope and she ran her hands through her long black locks. There was something about her that intrigued him. Her eyes darted from one side to the other, before they landed on him.

Sam didn’t know her that long, but he could see that there were a lot of undisclosed feelings. She was confused, maybe even a bit scared.

She introduced herself as Quinn, though adding the fact that she had no idea what her real name was and Quinn seemed fitting.

Just like Bucky, Quinn was also a target of Zero’s spree. She remembers Zemo breaking her out of the secret and deserted Hydra facility back in Munich, where she was put into cryogenic stasis. Zemo released her into the world, only for her to be caught within a few hours. She had no idea if that was Zemo’s intention, her getting caught that soon.

‘Just a few hours ago,’ Quinn explained, ‘there was this guy with black hair, questionable facial hair, who told me to catch a guy. It was a picture of you.’ She gestured towards Bucky, who tilted his head as his gaze softened.

‘You remember me?’ Bucky asked her.

She shrugs. ‘I don’t know,’ she whimpers. ‘I didn’t when he showed me the picture, but… There is something I sort of remember of you. You walked into the room, dressed in all black, looking visibly exhausted. You were in this other cell and looked at me and told me that it was all gonna be okay.’ Quinn let out a soft—yet meaningless—chuckle. ‘That’s not quite working out.’

Without any more painful questions, Steve suggested she came along and Sam and her actually fought alongside the rest on the airport, making sure Bucky and Steve were on that flight and just like the rest who stayed behind, they were imprisoned in the Raft.

Sam watched her, day in, day out. She was yet again strapped inside a containment cell within her cell, another counter measurement to make sure she was unable to escape. Sam saw how she kicked an entire van to the side on the airport, without breaking a sweat. It made him question whether or not she was just cooperating or if the restraints were really working.

Her petite frame was perfect for her to blend in the crowd, in contrast to Bucky, however strength wise, they were around the same level.

Speed wise, it was Quinn who had the upper hand there.

She simply sat in the cell, staring ahead of her. Sam wondered what happened inside her head, but when they made eye contact, all he could see was sadness and hopelessness.

At night, when the lights were dim and everyone was asleep, he told her that it was all gonna be okay.

‘How do you know?’

‘I just do,’ he said.

For the first time, she smiled at him. ‘And I just have to trust you on that one?’

‘It’s the wisest thing to do. Besides, what have you got to lose?’

After Steve freed them from the Raft, he did not know what to expect from her. Deep down, Sam kinda hoped she would join him. On the airport, it was obvious how well they worked together, but just like Clint, Scott and Wanda, she decided to live her own life.

And just like that, she disappeared.

Sam never thought he’d see her again, but when they all met in the New Avengers Facility, when they learned about Thanos’ plan to capture all the Infinity Stones, she walked in as if she never left. She stayed close to either him or Steve, not once speaking up about what she did in the meantime and Sam never felt like he could ask.

When they landed in Wakanda, Quinn took him aside and asked: ‘You got my back?’

He smiled at her, realizing that his efforts in gaining her trust back at the Raft and the Facility had helped. ‘Always,’ he promised.

But he didn’t keep his promise. He didn’t have her back like he promised.

Quinn was the last person Sam saw, before he disintegrated into ashes, together with half of the world population. Her hand on his cheek, as her eyes darted from side to side, slightly confused of what was happening, but also realizing that he couldn’t have her back anymore.

While Sam was aware that she was right there on the battlefield after they were all brought back, the first time he saw her was on Tony’s funeral. After Steve told him, Banner, Bucky and Quinn he was going to return the Infinity Stones and Mjølnir—looking back on it—it was obvious she knew what Steve decided to do. Sam can still hear the words that left her lips then: ‘Are you sure you want that to be your future?’

Sam did not know what it meant then, but he sure does now. After he received the shield minutes later of a much older Steve, Quinn did what she always does: disappear.

He never knew where she went, what she was doing and while he respects her decision, he still thinks about her. Every single day. His hope of seeing her again, hasn’t faded away and sometimes it frustrates him. He barely knew her, why is he so hung up on her then?

Sam lets out a sigh, as he drives his truck over the roads to his destination. It has been a rough couple of weeks. He is working closely together with the United States Air Force and after a few missions, he made his decision whether or not to give up the shield.

Without Steve, the shield is nothing.

He desperately needs a break from all of this and there is no place like Delacroix Louisiana to wind down from the hectic of an after Blip world. He had been there two times, but both times ended abruptly as the Air Force needed him.

Now, he has the time. All the time in the world to relax and forget about an Avenger like life.

Sam parks his car on the dock and his nephews AJ and Cass are the first to notice him. ‘Uncle Sam, uncle Sam,’ they exclaim.

‘Ah, there you two are,’ he says, hugging the two boys tightly.

‘How long are you gonna stay this time?’ Cass asks.

‘Awhile,’ is the answer he is giving his nephews, but that is mostly because he wants to keep them in suspense a little.

AJ scoffs. ‘That’s not an answer.’

‘Okay, okay, gotta give you that,’ he chuckles. ‘How about: at least two weeks?’

The two boys high five each other. His sister Sarah loudly places a crate on the ground. ‘Finally,’ she says, ‘took you long enough.’

‘Nice to see you too,’ he retorts with a smile, before giving her a hug. ‘Missed you.’

‘Of course you did,’ she says. ‘We missed you too, just like almost everyone here. Almost got me thinking that you’re the favorite Wilson sibling.’

‘That’s because I am.’ He carries the crate to where Sarah wants it and he smiles when his eyes land on the family boat. ‘She sure is a beauty.’

‘A broken beauty,’ Sarah says, ‘that is costing me a fortune.’ She places her hands on her hips as she says: ‘With both the house and the boat needing some fixing up, every penny I got to spare is going to the house.’

‘Is this about you wanting to sell it again?’

‘Yes, since I’m not willing to sell a working organ on the black market in order to afford its repairs.’

‘I told you I would fix it,’ Sam says.

Sarah rolls her eyes. ‘Yeah, you told me that months ago, but the boat still isn’t working. You know the situation, Sam, the thing’s gotta go.’

‘Sarah, you’re kidding. We grew up on this thing.’

She scoffs. ‘Yeah, I know, I was there. It’s just that I cannot afford it anymore.’

Sam sure loves his sister, but there are moments where he—just like back in the days—he’d want to put her behind the wallpaper, making her shut up. It’s always this doom thinking. Everything or nothing at all, there is no in between. ‘You know I can help with this.’

‘Yeah, big help you’ve been.’

Sam clenches his jaw. ‘Well, I’m sorry I was taken away by the blip.’

‘It’s not about you being gone for the blip,’ Sarah says. ‘It’s about the fact that there is too much for me to do here. I need to keep the house, so it’s either keeping the boat or the business and since the business is my income, it’s only logical that the boat has got to go.’

Great, he has been back for a few minutes and he is already having this conversation with his sister. ‘I’ve got this, Sarah, I promise.’

She doesn’t believe him, he can see it in her eyes, but decides to drop the matter. Maybe she realizes too that this is no conversation for them to have after he got back for only a few minutes.

The two of them step back on the dock, where his nephews are stretching out their necks, almost like they are searching for something. ‘Whatcha looking at?’ Sam asks. ‘See a pretty lady?’

‘Is that,’ Cass starts, only for AJ to exclaim: ‘Auntie Quinn!’

The two boys drop their stuff and rush over the dock to the woman Sam never thought he’d see again, let alone right here. Quinn holds out her arms and despite the boys being nearly the same height as her, she still manages to catch them both as they jump in her arms. They must’ve known about her enhanced strength, Sam thinks to himself, otherwise they wouldn’t have jumped right in her arms.

But that raises another question: how could they’ve known?

‘Auntie Quinn?’ he asks Sarah.

Sarah nods. ‘Auntie Quinn,’ she confirms.

She’s gonna leave it at that? ‘Care to explain?’

‘I think it was two weeks after you were blipped away. It was chaos here, like literal chaos. People were missing, I hadn’t heard anything from you. She walked up the dock and offered her help. I thought for at least a month she was an angel send from the heavens. She told me she saw you right before you were blipped away and that she went to your place back in DC. She found out about us and decided to see how it all went down here. Thankfully she did, because I desperately needed her help. She assisted with the business, helped raising the boys.’

To say he is confused, would be an understatement. ‘She stayed here?’ he asks. ‘During the entire blip?’

‘Oh yeah,’ Sarah says, holding up her hand to Quinn. ‘I think all in all, she stayed here for four years. Sometimes she went away for a few weeks, but she always returned. Near the end, she called me and told me that Steve needed her. It’s actually the first time I’ve seen her in a while.’

Sam can’t stop looking at the big smiles and chuckles being exchanged between AJ, Cass and Quinn. She hugs his nephews tightly and even from a distance he can tell she is scolding them for growing taller.

‘I think that without her,’ Sarah continues, ‘I barely would’ve made it. She was slightly clueless though. Had issues with the simplest tasks, like cooking and day to day stuff, but she’s a fast learner.’

It shouldn’t warm his heart like it does, but Sam can’t help but smile as he realizes that Quinn went on the look out to care for his family.

‘She told me she had no memories of growing up. Poor thing,’ Sarah says, shaking her head as she as well looks at the trio. ‘She tried so hard to remember, but in all those years she spend here, no luck. I wonder if she does now.’

She doesn’t. Sam doesn’t need to ask her, because he simply knows.

Quinn still doesn’t remember her past.

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At the End of the Day (II)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: Sad Fluff, Tons of Angst, Language, Mentions of PTSD

Summary: All Bucky wants to do is protect his family and keep them happy, keep them safe. But no matter what he does, danger hunts him down and makes his life a living hell. It has a name. Baron Zemo.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for all the likes on Part I. Hope you like the second just as much, if not more (conspiratorial wink-wink). Like/Reblog. Comments are always welcome. I’d love to interact with you guys and see what you think about it. (Gif not mine, all credit to its creator) - TJ 💙

Part I

Bucky left 119 days ago.

The first week stranded you in a stunning fog. Living through it felt like waking up from a bad dream, the type that picks up where it left off once you finally fall unconscious and haunts you during the day.

You didn’t want it to be real, and in some way, you tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t, that Bucky was still out on a mission and coming home in a few days. But then you went into the bathroom after rocking Bumblebee back to sleep the night after he left, and you stared at the swollen, red indents molded around your neck. An inner flood you kept tucked away from your daughter poured down your cheeks, and you cried until your body shut down for the night. That was the first, and only night you allowed yourself to grieve.

You couldn’t afford to let your emotions get the best of you. You needed answers.

What happened to him?

Nothing you thought of could make sense. If anything, it left you with more questions. Why now? Why after you fight with him? You knew it was the Winter Soldier, but you wondered how the hell did the programming rewire itself back into Bucky’s mind, especially after all the time Shuri spent undoing Hydra’s work.

Could there have been something she missed? What if the Winter Soldier is now an integral part of Bucky, something that’s grown attached to him after seven decades and has ingrained itself within his DNA?

Or what if it was just your fault? What if you hadn’t pushed him away?

These questions taunted you since that night. You couldn’t sleep. What if it was your fault?

All week you ignored everyone’s calls and messages. The doorbell rang constantly. They all wanted to know where Bucky was and why he wasn’t reporting back to them.

You didn’t want them to see the fresh handprints and hear the croaking strain in your voice.

But after that second week, you finally had to tell them everything. You’d been holding out hope for Bucky to find his way home when the dust settled, but when that fourteenth day hit, and he never showed, you knew. He wasn’t coming back. And it’d be futile to search for a man capable of disappearing into thin air.

Everyone reacted how you feared they would. One look at the bags under your eyes, the faded marks on your neck, and the little girl clinging to your leg and anyone might assume what happened.

They brought Bumblebee into the living area and turned on some cartoons for her, then guided you into the conference room for questioning. Wanda and Sam’s voices were the calmest. What the hell did he do to you? Do you know where he went? Why didn’t you tell us sooner? Did he hurt Bumblebee? Is he the Soldier again?

“No,” you rasped, your eyes burning as you stared at the floor. “It was… it was like hearing Bumblebee scream brought him out of it.”

“Why’d she scream?” Wanda asked quietly, kneeling, and taking your hands in hers. “Honey, we need to know to help.”

You gulped back the lump constricting your throat. “She saw Bucky on top of me and came to help.” The image of your daughter’s horror-stricken face flashed in your mind. “He stood up and grabbed her by the shirt and lifted her in the air. And then she started to scream, and he got all confused… and then he left. I swear. The soldier is gone. Bucky would never hurt us. That’s why he stopped.”

“We know that. Right?” Sam asked sharply, looking around the room at the other Avengers. “Bucky is a lot of things, but he ain’t that.”

Rhodey stiffly folded his arms over his chest. “Wasn’t he supposedly ‘fixed’? Cause that doesn’t sound like it to me. As far as we know, the other guy could have been waiting in the wings this whole time, and none of us would have been ready for it.”

You unconsciously rubbed at your throat.

Peter spoke up defiantly. “Uh, hello? I’d have known.”

“Come on, kid, with that tingle-whatever-thing you got? You can’t even tell me when the weather is going to be bad,” Rhodey said, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not a tingle-thing, and I’ve already told you it doesn’t work like that. I’m not a meteorologist.”

Banner chimed in. “Doesn’t Happy call it a Peter Tingle?”

“It’s my spidey sense, guys,” Peter groaned. A small smile played at your lips at his exasperation, but it faded when he stared into your eyes. “Trust me. I’d know if Mr. Barnes was a threat.”

Clint sat back thoughtfully, covertly throwing glances to Wanda. “Someone could have been rooting around in his head.”

“Oh, give it a rest, will you?” she hissed back at him.

“I’m just sayin’.” Clint tapped a finger to the middle of his forehead and then to his chest. “I’ve got firsthand knowledge on how that sort of thing works, and not just from you. Hell, if Nat hadn’t beat the snot out of me, I’d have… well, you know.” He trailed off and let the unsaid fill the room.

Sam broke up the tension. “So what? You think someone did something to set him off?”

“Most likely. Wouldn’t be too hard, I guess, considering how the guy had his head screwed with for over seventy years.” Clint said it bitterly but tried to remain sympathetic in your presence. “I know that genius over in Wakanda might’ve fixed what was already there, but there’s a possibility even she didn’t think those mad scientists would set up some type of safeguard to bring the other guy back.”

Banner leaned his hulking mass against the wall. He’d been mostly silent the whole time, rubbing two huge fingers over his chin. His eyebrows scrunched up in concentration.

“What’re you thinking, big guy?” Rhodey called out. Everyone directed their attention towards him.

Banner shook his head clear. “I don’t know much about the guy, to be honest. But your story checks out.” He nodded at you. “Think about it. I heard about what happened that first time Cap saw Barnes and the time they were fighting in the Helicarrier. If seeing him was enough to shake a few memories loose, I’m sure hearing his daughter cry was enough to snap him out of it.”

Rhodey said what you’ve been trying not to think about for the last two weeks, and what you predicted everyone else didn’t want to say. “Sure, let’s say that’s true. Then what about almost killing his wife? That wasn’t enough?”

That was as far in the conversation as you got. You stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door on a stewing argument, and went all the way down the hall and into the large living area. You never spent too much time in the Compound, and you rarely brought Bumblebee here, but every time you did, she never wanted to stay inside.

The trees surrounding the facility are full of vibrant green leaves, and the river is sparkling from the rays of the warm sun. On such a beautiful spring day like today, she’d be running rampant if she had to sit and watch cartoons. She’d be begging all the available Avengers to go outside and play freeze tag with her. Usually, Sam, Wanda, and Peter willingly volunteered if Bucky got caught up in handling some business.

At the moment, Bumblebee stagnantly sat in a bean bag chair, and Scott Lang sat crisscrossed right beside her, sharing a bag of popcorn and tub of Red Vines. From time to time, he’d pretend to throw a sneaking glance behind his shoulder and slide her another Vine, and she’d giggle. You hadn’t seen her smile in two weeks.

You stayed at the back of the room, looking at your child with new eyes. She’d been so affected by what happened. Her little shoulders sagged, and she never asked where her Daddy was or when he was coming back. Most nights, she’d crawl into bed with you, holding her broken rainbow night-light tight to her chest. Every night, she made sure that you locked the door.

She was arming herself against an attack. It broke your heart.

Bucky had been his daughter’s best friend. Now, she only saw him as a danger.

Sam cleared his throat behind you, and you jumped. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He peeped over at Bumblebee and Scott. “How is she holding up?”

“Not well,” you sighed, turning around to face him. “She’s scared to sleep alone.”

“How’re you holding up?”

You felt yourself shrug as you responded robotically. “I’m fine.”

Sam cursed softly. “Man. All of this is just so damn crazy.”

Your voice lowered to a whisper. “I know. You guys figure out what you’re going to do?”

He spoke gruffly. “Rhodey wants to put out an APB across the country to push him out of hiding, Banner thinks we should wait it out until he makes that move, Clint is siding with Banner, and you know me, Wanda and Peter are down for whatever you want to do. You want us to go out and find him; we’ll do that. We left the decision up to you.”

You glanced back at your daughter and tried to picture what that might be like for her, seeing ads and hearing announcements calling for her father to turn himself in to the authorities. No, you wouldn’t put her through that.

“Banner’s right,” you said after a while. “He’ll come when he’s ready.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

You set your chin to stop it from quivering. “He will.”

One hundred and five days later and your confidence had withered into tiny pieces, blown away by a swift summer breeze.

The Avengers accepted your wishes to let the matter solve itself after that initial meeting, but you had a feeling that they tried to keep tabs on him, just to be positive that he was no real threat.

You found yourself driving out to the Compound every day since then, leaving at the light of dawn and coming back at sunset. You told yourself and everyone who wanted to know that it was because Bumblebee asked you if she could watch cartoons with Scott again, which was true, but you also went because the more time your daughter spent away from the house, the more she became her old, happy self. She can sleep in her bed now. She is playing outside again.

Unfortunately, you have yet to snap back to your usual self.

You’d love to pretend that everything was going great in your life. You had the most fantastic support system to fall back on, your daughter healed well from a traumatic experience, and the bruises have vanished into nothing but a ghost of a reminder.

And yet every night, you awoke covered in a sheen of sweat, gasping and clutching your throat with one hand and blindly reaching out to Bucky’s side of the bed with the other, only to find it empty every time.

A deep sense of loss created a chasm of pain and heartache in your chest. Some days it felt as though you were a shadow going through the motions, putting on a brave face for your daughter when you felt like you had nothing else to live for.

The last thing you said to him before going to bed that night played on repeat in the back of your mind. You’re someone I can’t lose.

Not I love you. Not I miss you to pieces every time you walk out that door, and I don’t know if you’ll ever come back. No, those last words you spoke to Bucky just had to prophesize what was to come.

You lost him. And now you’re losing yourself.

Anguish slowly edged through the cracks of your façade. As the days passed, those cracks became visible to anyone who took a good, long look at you whenever Bucky’s name came up. Wanda and Sam caught it every time.

Right now, you and Wanda are sitting out on lounge chairs outside of the facility, watching Peter swing low around the trees with Bumblebee on his back and hearing the girl’s delighted whoops. A tray of lemonade and fresh-cut strawberries is situated between your chairs, and Tater is lying on his back in the grass, soaking up the sun.

Your loose, knotted shirt clung to your perspiring skin, but the sun felt nice on your legs.

“She’s growing up so fast,” Wanda mused, spearing a slice of strawberry on her fork. “Five in three days. You ready for that?”

You nodded absently. “Yeah. I am.”

“Got any birthday demands yet?” she asked lightly, monitoring your response.

You tried to smile. “Scott told her about Disneyland in Los Angeles, and she’s been leaving all these subtle hints around the house. Yesterday, I found a drawing of Mickey Mouse ears taped to the fridge.”

You had bought the tickets the first time she outright asked you a month ago, but you wanted it to be a surprise. Out of habit, you bought three tickets. You hadn’t found it in you to get it refunded. You thought about asking Peter if he’d want to tag along. Sam would no doubt hold a grudge against you for not inviting him.

Wanda placed her fork on the table, turned to sit on the side edge of the lounge chair, and placed a warm hand on your shoulder. “How are you?”

That’s a question you try to avoid with her. Lying came easier when it was Sam or Peter asking, but Wanda knew the hurt you were masking like an old friend.

“I’m fine.” You didn’t look into her intent eyes, choosing to focus on the flair of red hair haloed in the light.

“Is that true?”

“I don’t know.” You gave up and met her gaze. “I guess if I say it enough, maybe it will be.”

Bumblebee squealed louder in the distance, and you turned in time to see Peter climbing up to the top of a tree, dropping down, and then shooting out a web to swing them up into another tree. He’d be fun to take to Disneyland.

Your throat tightened as your vision grew blurry. You tried to clear it as you spoke. “Bucky’s never missed her birthday.”

Wanda nodded knowingly. Two years ago, they were on a mission in Normandy, acquiring intel on a potential terrorist organization. Bucky left despite the threat of insubordination. He ended up facing a week of suspension and received an official reprimand from the Secretary of State, but he promised you that it didn’t matter. You and his daughter were his priority.

“I need to use the bathroom,” you said abruptly, hopping up and rushing into the main entrance hall. The glass doors easily opened to let you into the heavily air-conditioned foyer. Bright rectangular patches of sunlight highlighted the floor, offering a little warmth to the room.

In your haste to reach the bathrooms before the tears spilled, you ran right into Sam. He caught you before the impact sent you backward.

“Woah! Slow your roll, speed demon. Where’s the fire?” He held you back a little to look your over, and his eye widened at the sudden gush of tears running down your cheeks. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

You threw yourself back into Sam’s arms and sobbed against his chest, hiccupping. “I miss h-him. I miss him s-so much.”

Sam led you over to the sitting area by the front entrance, seating you close by his side and letting your tears leave wet blotches on the shoulder of his light grey shirt.

“It’s been almost four months. Why won’t he come home? Why won’t h-he come back to me?” You were asking yourself, not Sam. You’d known for a long time that Bucky thought of himself as unworthy of you, Bumblebee, all his friends. He’d held onto the guilt for years. You weren’t entirely sure it ever went away.

“He doesn’t think you want to see him,” Sam confessed, keeping his eyes to the floor. “He uhm… he may have told me not to tell you that.”

You wiped at your eyes. “You talked to him?” He didn’t say anything. Your eyes narrowed, and your voice took an edge as realization smacked you in the face. “You know where he is?”

Sam bobbed his head, groaning deeply. “He came to me the night everything went down.”

In a flash, you’re on your feet. “You knew this whole fucking time?!” An emotion you haven’t felt in months blazed through veins: red, hot, fiery anger. It crackled into your nerves, swelling in the cavity left in your chest. You clung to the fire like it was the first glimpse of warmth after an unforgiving winter.

Sam raised his eyebrows in defense. “Look, I did what I thought was best. What was I supposed to do? Tell you his address? And then what? What do you think Bucky would have done if he saw those bruises on your neck?”

“I don’t care! I’ve been losing my fucking mind over him, and he’s out here playing hide-and-seek!”

“He wasn’t hiding. He flew over to Wakanda and asked me to keep an eye out on you and Bumblebee.” Sam said coolly. “Zemo reactivated him.”

The name instantly doused the scorching flames to a dull flicker. “Wait? Zemo? How?” The last you heard of the man who broke up the Avengers, he was stashed away under twenty-four surveillance in a secluded Government facility. As far as you knew, he was an ordinary guy with no powers. There’s no way a normal guy could escape that, right?

“Don’t know, but he hasn’t been back to the house since that night. I guarded the perimeter for a month and saw no sign of him.” He watched the fight leave your body sluggish and gestured to the seat you previously occupied. You dropped down into the cushioned chair before your knees decided to give out on you.

He continued. “Bucky said the dude paralyzed him with some kind of sedative and read off Hydra’s magic mind control spell. He didn’t want to risk coming back home, knowing he could go off again.”

You furrowed your brows as you thought of how Bucky looked when you had run into the living room. There was a clear sign of struggle and seconds before the door slammed shut. You’d been so out of it that you forgot about ever hearing the damn door.

You slumped back and pressed the heel of your palms into your eyes. “How long was he in Wakanda?”

“Two months.”

“And he’s fixed?” you pressed, looking up to find Sam staring right at you. “Or is it something that isn’t fixable?”

Sam rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and said, “Shuri fixed him. How she did it, I don’t know. He never said. You’ll have to ask him that.”

Hope desperately bled into your words. “Is he coming back?”

“No.” Sam shook his head, and before the chasm in your chest could dig down further, he pulled out his phone and sent you a message.

233 E 80th St. Press 9.

“Why are you giving me this?”

“Because you both deserve to know how the other feels. Bucky thinks living like a hermit for as long as that serum keeps him alive and wallowing in self-pity is the best game plan he can come up with. I’m trying to be the good friend and let him know that he’s a dumbass,” he said gravely.

You nodded appreciatively. “He is.”

“Also, Tic-Tac told me that my goddaughter is having her fifth birthday party at Disneyland, and I’m trying to build my brownie points,” Sam added, smiling widely.

You coughed out an incredulous laugh. “I’m not the one you have to convince.”

“Sure, you aren’t,” Sam winked. He glanced down at his watch. “You better head over there now if you wanna beat traffic. I’ll cover for you.”

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

He called out to you as you ran out of the doors. “Hey! You owe me that Disneyland ticket! Tarzan out there doesn’t deserve it!”

The apartment building wasn’t as shabby as you thought it would be as you pulled into an empty parking spot a few feet up the street. All the old units sat bunched together along the road, some with new faces of paint to cover the fading brick. Bucky’s building is a fire-hydrant red, and floor level is a cool gray. If the façade didn’t hint at the old age of the complex, the butts of the air conditioning units perched out the windows gave it away.

The heat made it feel humid in this part of the city. Your hands felt sticky rather than clammy as you walked up to the single-doored entrance, and pressed the number 9 on the intercom panel.

Dread filled your stomach as nothing happened. Did he already look out the window and know that it was you?

You pressed it about three times before giving up. He’s not there, and if he was, he wasn’t going to let you in.

Turning around, you headed back to your car. You reached the front door, and just as you pulled the keys from out your back pocket of your shorts, you heard the sound of approaching feet. You raised your eyes and saw Bucky walking down the sidewalk. A black cap shielded his eyes, and he’s holding a big Target bag in one hand. He hasn’t seen you yet.

You stepped away from your car and right into the middle of the sidewalk. The movement caused him to snap his in your direction, and he paused mid-step.

Bucky looked just as bad, if not worse than you did, but not in the way someone does when they let themselves go. He shaved, and you could tell by the fit of his cap that he’d cut off a considerable amount of hair. Without the facial hair and the locks framing his face, the creases of stress dominated his features, giving him the appearance of a stern-faced model.

A painful thud in your chest reminded you to let go of the breath trapped in your lungs.

“You look different,” you stammered. You look different? Really?

He didn’t say anything.

You wrung your hands awkwardly and tossed a quick nod over to the red apartment building. “That your place?”

His jaw clenched tight, and he nodded, never taking his eyes off of you.

Clearing your throat, you asked, “Can we go inside? We need to talk.”

“How’d you find me?”

The harsh question sent a chill down your spine and raised goosebumps on your arms. But you held firm and steeled your voice to match his. “We need to talk, Barnes. We either do it right here so everyone can see, or we take it inside. Choose.”

Another held breath whooshed out of your lungs as he lumbered to the door and punched in the code to open it. You followed him quietly.

The inside didn’t stray too far off the mark of age as the outside. The same brick furnished the walls on the inside, but instead of red, they were a milk-white. The stairs moaned under the weight of both of you as you headed for the second floor. Bucky stomped, and you kept your step to a light tread. His room was right off the landing to the left.

Once he pushed the door open, and you stepped inside, and immediately the lack of space felt stifling. Down the smallest hallway possibly built, you saw a bed, the fridge, and a desk piled with equipment all in one room. Bucky slid past you after he shut the door and threw the Target bag on the bed.

“Talk.” He ordered, throwing off his hat. The shave left him with a small crop of hair on top of his head and slightly buzzed sides.

Anger clawed its way back through your system. “I’m not one of your subordinates, Sarge. Don’t treat me like one. And I’m not the one who fucking disappeared without a word. You did. So no, I won’t talk. I’m going to hear you explain to me exactly what happened that night and why you felt perfectly fine with deserting your family! Go ahead! Explain that to me!”

Bucky glowered and said, “If you’re here, then you already know why I’m here.”

“Don’t play that game. Just start talking, Barnes. I don’t have all day.”

He pressed his back up against the bare brick wall, staring at the Target bag. “Zemo broke into our house and reactivated me. I went to Wakanda. Shuri went back into my brain and finished fixing me up. Then I came back.”

You asked, “What about the other two months?” Your nails bit deeper into your palms every second that ticked by without him giving you an answer.

Bucky shrugged with a blank face. “Recuperation.”

Hot blood reached its boiling point in your veins, pressing out hot tears that slithered down your face. “Why won’t you just fucking talk to me?”

“Because I don’t want you here.” There was a catch in his voice on the last word, and it dawned on you that he was purposefully building a wall between you, and your anger almost let him get away with it.

You took in several deep breaths, smelling all the Chinese take-out boxes most likely stuffed in the fridge, and exhaled until the anger washed out your system. Bucky stepped away from the wall and plopped onto the edge of the bed. He held his face in his hands. A stab of hurt pierced you once you saw his flesh hand. His wedding ring is off.

“I remember everything,” he whispered. “Everything. Your screams. How you tried to get away from me. My hands around your throat. Bumblebee.” His breath hitched, and the bed shook as his body trembled. “I almost… Fuck, I almost…”

Tentatively, you lowered to your knees in front of Bucky, coming face to face, and you wrapped a hand around the rough skin of his flesh hand and brought it down from his face. Tears dampened his cheeks. “That wasn’t you, Bucky.”

“Then who else was it?” he asked bitterly, letting the tears fall to his chin. “Whose name did you yell to stop? Whose name did our daughter scream? You don’t see any other face but mine. Just because I can’t control what I do doesn’t mean I didn’t do it.”

“I knew it wasn’t you,” you said in a small voice. “It’s your eyes.” They regarded you now, bloodshot and watery. He hasn’t slept well either. You went on softly. “The Soldier’s eyes are ice-cold and vacant. Your eyes are sky blue, open and filled with warmth. I knew the instant he looked at me that it wasn’t you, Bucky. You’d never hurt me.”

He shook his head, miserably. “But I did.”

You held onto his flesh hand and motioned for him to give you the other one. He didn’t budge, so you reached out and grabbed the metal hand. Then you began to move them up to your neck. Bucky tried to snatch them away, but you gripped them harder and placed them around your throat.

You firmly held his hands in place, noting how his metal hand felt almost as warm as his flesh hand. He shook harder.

“I trust you.” When you were sure he’d keep them there, you laid your hands on either side of his face and brought his forehead to yours. “Please come back home.”

Bucky’s breath blew ragged in your face, and a pained sob rumbled in the back of his throat. “I’m not worth it, Doll.”

“Yes, you are. I meant what I said that night. I meant every word. You, James Buchanan Barnes, are someone I can’t lose.” You pulled back and looked straight into his eyes. “Because if I lose you, I might as well be lost too.”

Your lips met his halfway, pressing together gently in a long, unbroken kiss meant to memorize what you hadn’t felt in almost five months. They felt warm and incredibly soft as they found their rhythm against yours. He relaxed under your hands and allowed him to cup your neck gently. The kiss didn’t exude lust and passion. It didn’t have to, because it wasn’t supposed to heighten or rekindle the spark. It’s supposed to keep it warm and safe.

You parted breathless, sharing each other’s air as your foreheads pressed together again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing his thumbs along the back of your jawline.

“Don’t be. Just don’t leave me like that again.” You sighed as he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose.

He opened his mouth to speak right at the moment your phone vibrated in your pocket. You kept his eyes on his eyes, not even checking to see who was on the caller ID when you tapped the green ‘Answer.’ The voice on the other end spoke frantically and out of breath.

You frowned. “Hello? Who is this?”

“It’s Peter. Oh, God, I’m so sorry. I can’t find her. I’m so, so sorry. It happened so fast, and I had my back turned for like one second to go get us some ice cream at the park and she was on the swings—”

“Peter, slow down. Just tell me what happened.”

“Bumblebee is missing.”

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honeymoonjin · 5 years ago

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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 eventual yoonji x reader, reader x ??? || 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 2k || 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 crack

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 your new roommates may be a little odd, but it’s fine, we’re all only human.... right?

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 cursing, mentions of blood

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many thanks to @jamaisjoons for the gorgeous banner, she really is the best thank you to @honey-boyyoongi for beta reading this and helping immensely with storyboarding and brainstorming xx

“So: why are you wanting to rent the room here?”

You tilt your head in confusion at the intimidating look the boy across from you is trying to send. “Because… I would like a place to stay?”

He nods with a scoff, eyebrow quirking. “I bet that’s what you want us to believe.”

You blink. “Are you not-? I’m sorry, I thought the ad said you were looking for a roommate. I’m pretty sure this is the right address.”

“Or is it?” He leans forward on the couch, resting an elbow on his grey sweatpant-clad knee. You stare blankly at him as he holds his eyes open, widening them as the lashes flicker. Finally, after a couple of moments of uncomfortable silence, his eyes blink shut for the slightest second and the stern facade drops, him sighing in defeat. “Fine! Okay, you win, you can stay. Rent is one hundred and twenty a week.”

Your attention is caught by the woman sitting next to him, who perks up at this, breaking her apathy to look over in curiosity. “You pay a hundred and twenty every week?” A disbelieving smile stretches across her face as she glances across the young boy to the man on his other side. “Jin, you’re an asshole.”

The third member on the couch shrugs, disturbing the chunky cat that rests its head on his shoulder. “It’s my house. Anyways, Jeanine, was it?”

“Y/n-”

“Margaret, our rules are simple here. Do your share of the cleaning and don’t ask questions. No pets except for Vlad. She’s a vicious hunter and doesn’t like to share.” He pauses for effect, as the tubby grey cat snuffles and readjusts herself, thick paws stretching out. “When she’s… When she’s not asleep,” Jin explains.

Your mouth opens and closes again slowly. The man in the middle senses your unease.

“Great,” he declares dramatically, “you’ve scared her off with Vlad. I told you.”

You knit your eyebrows together. “No, that’s not the problem. I just… You said don’t ask questions but I have, um, several. I don’t even know your names.”

The woman, who had returned to lounging back against the chair of the sofa, sits back up again with an unreadable depth in her black eyes. “Names have power, girl.”

“This is Yoonji,” the boy supplies helpfully, ignoring the hissing noise that comes from the back of the lady’s throat. “I’m Jungkook, and that’s Jin. We’re all super friendly, I promise. And you can ask questions, just not...questions, you know? Like for example if you saw a red superhero suit in my closet you wouldn’t ask me about it just in case I was Spiderman.”

You blink. “Right.”

“I mean, in this case my suit is just for dress-up, I’m not actually Spiderman, but you get me, right? I could be. Does that make sense?”

You pause, unsure how to respond.

Yoonji sighs and raises a perfectly arched brow, her disapproving pout even more prominent with a solid matte layer of the darkest velvet red lipstick. “If I wrote a list of all the things you’ve said that make sense, I’d already be done.” Her gaze flitters to you and you can’t help but gulp in reflex. “Y/n, don’t meddle and we can all coexist here.”

“O-okay, sure, that’s fine. Thank you guys for letting me stay, I really appreciate it.”

Jungkook grins, glancing back and forth happily between his two roommates. “I told you this was a great idea! We’re gonna have so much fun. Let’s do a game night tonight and get to know each other better.”

“Ah!” Jin calls out cheerily, standing with a flourish. “Let’s play Cards Against the Humans, that’s my favorite! I’ll make some jjajangmyeon for us.”

Jungkook bites his lip, staring up at the handsome man, who wears what looks like a very expensive silk bathrobe, patterned with purple flowers. “Jin, are you gonna add… you know?”

“Why else would I eat it? I have to get my five pints a day.” the man declares in a matter-of-fact tone.

Jungkook widens his eyes meaningfully, jerking his head at you, but Jin doesn’t relent. Eventually, Jungkook sighs, and turns to you. “Anyway, Y/n… Can I call you Y/n?”

“That is my name.”

Jungkook ignores his two roommates who both leave out of boredom; Yoonji slinking silently like a cat, disappearing up the stairwell at the back of the house, and Jin hustling down the hallway fast enough so that his robe billows out behind him. “Just sign the lease and I’ll show you around. Jin and Ji like eating dinner before the sun goes down.” He leans in conspiratorially. “They pretend like they’re having an early night, but I totally hear them sneaking out. I think Jin has a penchant for clubbing, and Ji is probably out howling at the moon or something. Or summoning Satan. Who knows. Anyways, I’ll find you a pen to sign. Is a quill okay? We’re out of ballpoints.”

As it turns out, your room is on the second floor. The house itself is impressive, an old gothic two-storey refitted with modern facilities and littered with small details that speak to its occupants; unfortunately, it’s too dark for you to make out what any of these things may be.

Heavy curtains are draped across all the visible windows, the same deep red as the carpet, an odd marbling effect across the fabric. There’s a trail of sconces that lead down the corridor below and up the stairwell, fitted with LED lights in the shapes of flames, flickering in an artificial orange glow. You stumble up the stairs, so plushly lined with carpet that not a single step creaks, and blindly follow the white of Jungkook’s baggy t-shirt through an open doorway, swallowed in black before he flicks the lights on.

“Home, sweet home,” he chimes, flourishing an arm to display the modest bedroom. A double bed lies undressed with a pile of folded linen resting at the end of it, the only other furniture being a small nightstand and a dresser with a mirror, covered in an old, discoloured sheet. He gives a weak smile. “I know it doesn’t seem like much, but… You’re more than welcome to redecorate however you want. The door to your right is the bathroom, and the one across is Yoonji’s bedroom.”

You blink. “Wait, I- Am I sharing it with her? Your ad said a personal bathroom.”

“Oh, Yoonji doesn’t use the bathroom,” he explains easily, taken off-guard when your face crumples up in disgust. “No! Not like that, she just… There’s an ensuite in her room. She has the master bedroom. Sorry, I should’ve phrased that better.”

You sigh in relief. “Okay, right, that makes sense. So you and Jin are on the first floor?”

“Me, yes. Jin has the basement.” He steps forward, flopping himself onto the bare mattress. Staring at the ceiling, he yawns. “So, what made you pick this place? We ran the ad for almost a year and never had an applicant until you.”

Your eyes widen. “Seriously? I just took it up because it was the only place close to uni I could afford. You really are paying $120 a week? The ad said it was $50 all-inclusive.”

Jungkook’s eyes go cloudy. “Hm. I think Jin and I need to have words.” He sits up and twists his torso to face you, eyebrows narrowed in suspicion, though not directed at you. “What else did this ad say? The other two haven’t let me read it.”

You go to answer, but you’re cut off by a long, primal yell, echoing up the stairs. You turn, staring back through the door way in the direction of the sound. “Are they okay?”

When you turn back, Jungkook has hopped up off of your bed, hitching up his sweatpants and rushing over to the doorway, barreling past you. “Jin says it’s dinnertime,” he calls out as he passes.

“Wha-?” You let the air settle from his sudden absence, taking a moment of silence for yourself. “Holy fuck,” you murmur, “what have I gotten myself into?”

—

Dinner is an awkward affair. You had expected this for the fact that you don’t really know them. You hadn’t expected that it would be because of Jin’s eccentric cooking.

Though he prepared the meal, it’s not him that sits at the head of the table. Yoonji, in a velvet black turtleneck and dark wash jeans, impatiently drumming on the mahogany surface.

You sit to her right, with Jungkook directly across from you staring intently at the bowl of steaming ramen that lies between you. Unsure whether you should make conversation with the two others that seem completely uncaring of your presence, you watch him fall into a near-catatonic state, the only thing that moves is his nostrils flaring at the rich smell.

“Boner petite!” You crane your neck as Jin enters from the kitchen behind you, a frilly apron reading Kiss the Cook! tied securely around his slender waist. In one hand is a plate of cuts of raw beef, the delicate pattern of silver fat marbled through speaking to its price, and in the other is a gravy jug. “Dinner is served.”

“Do you mean bon appetit?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Yoonji. Anyway, here we go. Susan, help yourself.”

You thank him awkwardly, not bothering to correct him on your name again. You stare in confusion at the offerings as he takes his seat beside Jungkook, who’s already descended on the noodles like a man starved. “...Um, do you have a barbecue set or something?”

Jin, tongs gripped around a thick slab, still dripping with blood. “What for?”

“For the meat…” You trail off as he lifts up the dangling strip, resting it in his mouth and sucking out the fluid obscenely, closing his eyes in enjoyment. “Never mind.”

“Jin used to be a real chef, you know,” Jungkook explains cheerily, using his bare fingers to pick out some thinner slivers to add on top of his ramen, “he’s shown us so many fancy foods. Like steak tartare. You want some?”

You try to suppress the shiver that runs through your body at the thought of raw meet squishing between your teeth. “I think I’ll stick with ramen.”

Yoonji tucks her raven-black hair behind her ears, exposing the piercings that run up the length of them. “Come on, Jungkook, don’t hog the meat, you pig.” She wrestles the tray out from underneath his hands and slides it right beside her, delicately plucking off more than half of what remains. “Can you pass the sauce?”

Your attention is drawn back to the other end of the table, where Jin is pouring a thick sauce into his bowl, reddy-brown like a mix between barbecue sauce and chilli.

“What is that?” you question curiously, watching it get passed down to Jungkook - who takes a big helping, wiping the spout with a finger and sucking it off absentmindedly - and finally arrives in Yoongi’s hands, the fine china clinking against the metal of her rings.

“Sauce,” she answers flatly. “What does it look like?”

Jungkook bites his lip, looking sheepish. “It’s, uh, very iron-heavy. Yoonji has anemia. It’s an acquired taste, but it’s good. I used to get sick all the time when I first started having this but now I feel better than ever. Want some? Oh- Yoonji, why didn’t you save any for Y/n?”

“It’s okay,” you assure hurriedly, “really, I’m a, um, I have a low immune system so I won’t, um, risk getting sick.”

“Low immune system, hm?” Yoonji fixes her dark gaze on you as she stirs in the sauce with a single chopstick. “You don’t have HIV, do you? Hep B?”

“N-no.” You frown at her. “I don’t have any diseases or anything.”

“Good to know.” Without further comment, she twirls a thick clump of ramen around her chopsticks and shovels it into her mouth, the dark sauce collecting at the corners of her lips, almost the same shade as her lipstick.

Thankfully, while you don’t have a refined-enough palate like the other three, you greatly enjoy the ramen. Perfectly savoury and moreish, cooked to perfection and with just enough broth to keep them hot while you eat. “I really appreciate you letting me stay,” you announce to the table, “and for cooking this wonderful meal. I’m looking forward to getting to know you guys better!”

It’s short, but I really wanted to see how you guys like it! It’s a little different, I know it’s just pure crack atm but I swear we have plot (including feelings, angst, fluff, the works) to come xxx let me know your thoughts!!

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quaememinisse · 5 years ago

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Helpful Husband Chapter 2

Title: Helpful Husband

Genre: Romance/fluff

Word count: 2,041

Author's note: Previous chapter here

Bucky didn’t like leaving Cherise alone for long periods of time during this final trimester. Her pain had been getting worse and he genuinely feared that she would go into labor prematurely. Something similar had happened with their daughter, Christina, and she had to be born via emergency C-section. Earlier in the week, Bucky had suggested they temporarily move into the Avengers Facility until after the baby is born, because he didn’t like to worry about being at work while Cherise was home alone with Christina if something should happen. He had realized it was an issue when the previous week, he was tucking his daughter into bed and she fearfully asked him whether mommy was dying. When he’d asked Christina why she would ever think such a thing was happening, the girl admitted that she got scared because she had gone into the kitchen and found her mother groaning in pain leaning against the counter as she tried to finish cooking dinner. At the time that it happened, Bucky was teaching a self-defense class in the evening, something he did a few nights a week in addition to or instead of the fitness classes he usually taught during the day for veterans. He was upset when he tried to talk to Cherise about it and she downplayed it. Truthfully, Cherise hadn’t noticed her daughter sneak around the corner to the kitchen and pause to watch worriedly as she tried to breathe through a moment where the baby was sitting in such a way that aggravated her sciatic nerve.

Cherise promised that she would explain to their daughter that sciatic pain isn’t deadly. But that didn’t seem to put Bucky at ease. Cherise wanted to be at home, where she was most comfortable. Bucky compensated by cutting back on his hours at work, so that he could spend most of his time staying home with Cherise, who wasn’t working for the remainder of the pregnancy. He was otherwise dropping Christina at school, picking her up, and doing the grocery shopping and house work. It had taken a while to convince Cherise just to leave work in the first place. She was usually in the labs at the Avengers Facility, doing whatever she did with Dr. Banner, Dr. Selvig, Dr. Cho, etc. There was really no need for Cherise to work, as Bucky had explained to her earlier in her pregnancy, considering all the VA benefits he had been owed over the past couple of decades, which was enough to take care of Bucky and his family. On top of that, Cherise was family to the Avengers, and her maternity leave was paid. They weren’t suffering in the least financially.

Cherise is simply the kind of woman who always wants to be productive. Bucky had learned the hard way that if she couldn’t be productive, it made her unhappy. He felt sad coming home at the end of the day or from grocery shopping to find that Cherise was groaning in pain on the couch, sometimes crying, because she wished she could go for a run or to her lab. It didn’t seem to matter how many times Bucky told her she was pregnant and should go easy on herself, that it wasn’t going to last forever, she would still get frustrated and want to exert herself in some way or other. To compensate for that, Bucky kept the house spic and span, so that Cherise couldn’t make the excuse that anything was a mess in the house that she just had to clean up. It wasn’t that he never cleaned, it was that Cherise liked things very particularly and often beat him to certain household chores.

Still, Bucky tries his best to keep Cherise entertained. He had gone so far as to plant new lavender shrubs in the front yard, and add a Zen garden area with more hydrangeas to the backyard, all in Cherise’s favorite colors. He even started having movie nights with her almost every night of the week to show her old films from the 20s, 30s, and 40s, things that he grew up with, to try and keep her mind busy. He stopped joining Sam and Steve on Friday nights for beers at one of their favorite bars. All Bucky could do was focus on his pregnant wife and try to think of new ways to make her comfortable, or at the very least, smile.

Thus, when he drives back home after dropping Christina at school, he’s delighted to find that Cherise is still asleep past 9AM. He decided to cook her some eggs and pancakes with a side of fruit before venturing again into the back of his side of the closet, where he had hidden her body pillow the previous night. Little did Cherise know, he decided he would take off from work today, have someone else cover him, so that he could bring the pillow to Dr. Banner and have it fitted with wires to give it heating capacity. He just knew that it would help Cherise out at night with sleeping. He knew she needed it badly and was sorry he’d forgotten it was stored away. He didn’t like leaving her for long, but figured this was a small task that could be completed relatively quickly. He’s not at the facility long before Cherise texts him around 11:30AM asking him how his day is going. She had texted Bucky a picture of the empty plate of food he had made for her. He smiles, hoping she actually enjoys his cooking, because some days, she still couldn’t eat much without nausea.

“Aaand…it should be all set now,” Dr. Banner explains, twisting something further into the body pillow before an intern starts to close it up with needle and thread.

“Thanks, Bruce. I really owe ya one,” Bucky explains, extending his flesh hand to shake. Dr. Banner’s green hand encircles Bucky’s entire fist briefly, gently.

“Nah. It’s nothing. When she finishes sewing it closed, just, uh, don’t forget the remote,” Dr. Banner explains, pointing to the table where he has left a few tools.

“And let me know if it needs anything else.”

The physicist grins and makes his way towards a closed off room behind glass walls to continue working on something with Dr. Selvig. And briefly, Bucky understands why Cherise can’t stand to be on maternity leave. The labs at the Avengers Facility are always active, and fascinating, things going on and experiments running that Bucky can’t even make sense of. He figures it’s exciting to Cherise, and had he not been doing a lot to keep her occupied, he would also have gone stir crazy being at home most of the time. Bucky decides to drop by the new agent recruit training level to briefly catch up with Steve, who asks him whether Cherise has agreed to move into the facility for the remainder of her pregnancy.

“Says she’s more comfortable at home. So, I stopped working. For the most part. I don’t like the idea of her being home alone all day while she’s so close to our son’s due date,” Bucky explains nervously, shifting the pillow over his left shoulder with ease.

“I don’t like it either, Buck. Sometimes I’d pass her in the cafeteria and swear she was taking ten seconds to move one foot,” Steve explains, cocking a wheat gold eyebrow, “I thought we were going to have to straight up fire her to get her out of the labs and on leave.”

Bucky giggles for a moment.

“Yeah, she’s been in a lot of pain these past two weeks or so. The doctor said it’s normal, but it keeps her up at night, it’s so bad. I can’t stand seein’ her in so much pain while I just lie there, feeling none of it. I’m just glad Bruce was able to help me get this pillow upgraded. I’m surprising her with it tonight.”

“Well, you know you’re family to the whole team around here. Everyone’s always eager to help,” Steve explains as they start down some stairs. The Captain wipes sweat off his brow before opening a bottle of water and downing half of it. He’d promised Bucky he would keep a few rooms vacant in the facility for him and Cherise to move into, should he be able to convince her she needed some place he trusted more than the general hospital.

“When’s the little guy due?” Steve asks, opening the door to one of the rooms so that Bucky can see that they had brought in a bigger bed. It’s bigger than the one in Bucky’s and Cherise’s room at home, and Bucky wishes Cherise would have seen how much more rolling around she could be doing at night without waking him up.

“She’s almost eight months,” Bucky sighs, pushing a hand through his hair anxiously, reminiscing carrying Cherise to the tub before the sun was even up this morning, “So, about a month away. I’m excited, but at the same time, I’m not ready to see her go through a difficult labor. She had that with Christina, too.”

“Don’t worry, Buck. Reese is a trooper,” Steve says reassuringly, planting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder supportively.

“Well, I’ll talk to Nat tonight. They’re still close. You know how women are. Maybe I can get her to convince Reese to come spend time here. You know there’s always extra space for you guys and your little ones.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

When Bucky walks through the front door, the first thing he does is call for Cherise.

“Kitchen!” she yells, and he catches a whiff of what smells like fries or potatoes baking. He stealthily and quickly makes his way up to their room with her pillow, hiding it behind his clothes.

“James!” Cherise calls from the kitchen.

He smiles to himself, fishing the remote out of his pocket and hiding it in his boxer drawer.

“Comin’ doll!”

And when he makes his way into the kitchen, he finds Cherise frying potatoes at the stove. His nose hadn’t been far off.

“Natasha was saying there’s a room for us at the facility.”

“There always is, doll,” Bucky explains, cradling her hips in his hands and kissing the top of her head.

“Well, look at this bed! She sent me pictures,” Cherise explains, reaching for her phone and handing it to Bucky. He fights a laugh, thankful that Steve’s wife has managed to get Cherise interested in the room again. He simply thought that with all their advanced technology and staff, it was probably safer than a hospital. He only wanted the best, should the delivery be difficult as he remembers it being with their daughter.

While Cherise is in the tub and their daughter is tucked in, Bucky sneaks the pillow out of the closet and starts to set it up on Cherise’s side of the bed. By the time she comes out of her bath, she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open. And when she looks to find a large lump under the quilt, she cocks an eyebrow at Bucky. He only smiles wide as she feels the lump, at first assuming it’s their little girl playing games with her, but when she peels the blanket back to find the pillow she had forgotten about, she gasps.

“Where did you find this? …Why is it so warm?” she asks excitedly, pulling her towel off and crawling into their bed, allowing herself to be enveloped.

“I had it upgraded for you, baby. So your pain doesn’t keep you awake all night.”

Cherise turns to face Bucky with a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes.

“You’re the perfect husband.”

“I could get used to hearing that!” Bucky laughs. She kisses him appreciatively. Cherise snuggles up to him while they start on another movie, and she only shifts a few times due to a limb falling asleep. Bucky doesn’t hear her groan in pain once. It doesn’t surprise him when Cherise falls asleep before she can catch the ending of City Lights, leaving him to sleepily press both his flesh and bionic hands to her belly and smile at the sensation of his son kicking his palms.

#story #Bucky x OFC #Bucky #fanfic #love #husband #mushy #romance #pregnancy #Avengers #Steve Rogers

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goffilolo · 6 years ago

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Demise!Izuku as a Youtuber?

Yep! You heard me right. Demise server is a strange little land, full of strange little ideas, unfortunitely this one idea in particular wasn’t so little. So without further ado here’s all the shit we came up with in the server in regards to izuku as a youtuber within demise!au:

If Izuku was a YouTuber can you imagine the fucking chaos dumpster fire his channel would be

He's be like an edgy twink Jenna marbles(edited)

Doing Me time every damn day

bandit is jennas dogs

tenya is julien

He'd have weird ass videos like dipping bandits feet in red pet dye then putting a sign on him that says "you pet and you'll meet the last person who dared to"(edited)

And he's also make videos about him breaking into UA and interrupting classes and stuff

"hey gamers, today we're breaking into UA to see my boyfriend and read all of my friend's secret files"

And a video just of him filing Aizawa in weird places and at the end putting him on an inflatable mattress and watching him float away

He wakes up in Canada

They don't know how or why

He just attaches a go-pro to trash bandit and let's him run wild. He probably has a seriesJust letting him loose in weird places

DONT LET TRASH BANDIT EAT AIZAWA'S SLEEPING BAG AT 3AM | VERY SCARY"hey guys so today ill be doing the 'How many bottles of quil can i steal before i get caught by Tsukabitch' challange. feel free to make a video of your own!"

He probably dyes Bandit according to holidays and puts him as the profile picture. The kicker is, he only does it for holidays that his country doesn't celebrate

Like 4th of july

And Canada day

"Hewo soulless fuckers it is me your overlord, King of the soulless fuckers. Today I'll be going up to people in the streets and telling them that I killed God and Satan. But y'all know me, that's not enough. So I'll be asking them which one I killed first and if they get it wrong I take a shot of quil. The quil I'll be taking is the plain ol kind so don't worry your little marshmallow heads about it."

He only makes text posts in OwO speak this just makes me realise demise!izuku would make a great youtuber

He would twitch stream all the time doing the weirdest shit for hours on end

"what is up gamews! today i wiww be weviewing the new game cawwed life! i have been pwaying it fow about 16 yeaws now and i have to say it's pwetty bad my guys!"

I feel like he'd be absurdly popular and whenever someone mentions him and they look up the channel they are like "wth have I stumbled upon?!"

I'm just imagining what his front page would look like

The seasonal trash bandit profile picture, the banner would be a flaming hellscape with people he dislikes burning and trash bandit looming on low opacity in the background

(He made it so that only people who view it on TV get the full experience.)

He probably has his own segment on buzzfeed unsolved

Not talking

Its about him

The intro video would just be him staring into the camera while mixing together a horrible concoction of quil then downing it without breaking eye contact(edited)

His about section is written in 3 different types of code and it's all in owo if you manage to crack it

i love demise|!izuku as a youtube cryptid

Clown Speak and OwO speak mixed together

I feel like in the beginning Izuku was this obscure YouTuber that you only find out about if someone in the know tells you about it until a bigger YouTuber found him out on a deep dive video and just couldn't stop watching yes

i imagine once he gets big people from react channel would invite him to react to videos of people reacting to his videos

What if in one of his videos he started acting like his old self just to freak everyone out. He didn't say anything about it instead he talked about hero analysis with a bright smile and trail off into muttering a few times only to blush when he realized it. He have his hair in a ponytail with only bangs framing his face and some messy pieces falling out. Also her be wearing something plain but like old Izuku, maybe hero merch or something. The comment section was just people flipping out and shit

He never acknowledges the video after he made it

No matter how many comments he gets he acts like it doesn't exist

omg you know wha tthat would actually allign with the demise and canon swap places for a da

yand you know what that gives me a lot of feels

the millions of subscribers get to see the old izuku

Maybe after a milestone he would post a video he made in middle school of him analyzing a quirk in video format to make sure it wouldn't get destroyed

And he put a couple videos of younger him after it

But it starts being supporting Izuku

And his present and past self and stuff

PEOPLE MAKE FAN ART first Its all full of trash and memes

What if that picture of canon Izuku meeting demise Izuku was a fan art someone made of his old self meeting the new him

Kids from his class kinda Piecing together they really screwed up?Some even sending in apologies, perhaps

For mental health day I could see him posting a serious video about what he went through and his time in the mental hospital

And on national stop bullying day he would talk about his decade of abuse including the details of how the school and teachers fucked up and everything aboutbakugou

izuku using youtrube for shitposting and advocating

And for mothers day he features both Rei and Inko?

Endeavor exposure video

What if Rei helped edit or something?To help pass the time for her

Give her something to do

People love the mysterious editor

I feel like villains watch his content like maybe Dabi

rei and fuyumi sometimes make appearances

Dabi just shows up in the videos

Quickly become faves

I feel like Dabi would become a fan and start crying after seeing his mom happy in one of Izuku's videos

"...and this is rei, my hospital mom and this if fuyumi, her daughter so like my sister she helps me keep my shit together and sometimes gives me quil.."

dabi crying from seeing his mom happy in some lunatic's youtube videos

“...and this is shin, dont let the looks deceive you this man went to jail"

Shin comes in and covers the cameras a lot

FATHERS DAY IS A PICTURE OF TRASH BANDIT WITH HIS DADS VOICE SCRAMBLED OVER IT

“and this is the local florida woman and her alligator

WHAT IF BNHA VERSE HAD QUIRKLESS AWARENESS WEEKizuku would go ape shit during that week

"who needs a quirk when my dad gave me a gun!"

He would give axe sharpening tips

"Remember kids! Society won't help you, so you gotta help yourself!"

he would make 'how to cook videos' except it would only be quil combos

What if one day he just put quil in the ovenand pulled out a muffin

Remeber, don't try this at home kids." makes A horrifying quil combo "rememer never ever do this even if you have a quirk that allows it." downs the horror concoction

"so today were gonna do my boyriend does my makeup challange and since both me and tenya are dumb and know nothing i borrowed my mums makeup..."

It’s a given he’s gonna do makeup tutorials. The real question is would they be good or absolutely horrendous?

good or horrendous? Both

Amazing makeup at horrendous things? Hmmm interesting

“Hey guys today I’m turning myself into a real like eldrich abomination with the help of eyeliner and glitter!”

izuku has a whole playlist of videos dedicated to tenya and UA

theyre all jsut shitposty compilations of some footage when tenya isnt looking

Even tho it looks like he couldn't give a fuck he is very selective with which footage makes it online. He's very careful at how much is revealed and makes sure no students or secret identities would be in danger with his content

izuku isnt stupid...hes jsut having a good time

Sneaking into UA highschool by hiding in pro hero eraserhead's sleeping bag | NOT CLICKBAIT

Izuku would totally play carefree and childish games while just being Izuku

Like his animal crossing series

Fucking legendary on his channel in terms of gaming

izuku's sims lets play

it's like a 10 generation long telenovela lowkey based off the todoroki family

He has no straight sims, he recreated UA and class 1a in sims

the wedding of sim izuku and sim tenya is like the biggest party in the sim neighbourhood

He creates endeavor just to lock him in a room with 50 ovens

Omg his draw my life has got to be super depressing

He'd be super blunt and monotone during his whole draw my life going through all of the abuse and bullying that he went through because of his quirklessness and also his suicide attempt and all that jazz(edited)

izuku would paint on a potato

Izuku would make a get ready with me where he does something totally batshit crazy then ends it with "Ah. Yet another day in my life."

Izuku meets Marie Kondo

“Only keep what brings you joy”

“Well this gun from my father sure brings me joy”

Knifemaking videos but with axes

Izuku decided to do a wardrobe tour and like 4 things were bloodstained which he never addressed. The most popular comment was what happened, which of course he never answered.

Izuku does these new year (like all of the questions from last year) or milestone Q+A’s/AMA's which are basically people just asking a bunch of the things he wouldn't answer or address before. A lot of his viewers write down and timestamp when he does something and doesn't address it. If you don't you'll never hear an answer.

He has his boonk gang phrase which is probably like Bandit gang or some shit like that, which he shouts while breaking into places. UA dorm rooms, UA facility office, UA, Hero Agency’s, Endeavour's bedroom (Don't ask), etc.

He has a variety of videos where he does things from different communities. For example he has a few hair tutorial and following hair tutorial videos. Same for makeup.I feel like Izuku would also have some dresses and slutty Halloween costumes that be put on in a video all while looking like someone who just had finals and was studying for 4 days straight beforehand.

At like 4AM a thought hit Izuku to have Trash Bandit meet Kouta for the first time and learn what his sheep talks about and what he has to say. Needless to say he took his camera, went to UA, stormed the dorms, went up to the shy kid sheep in hand, looked him dead in the eye, and asked “What is my sheep saying.” bandit speaks and Kouta goes from confused and slightly scared to disgusted and horrified. What did Bandit say? Who the fuck knows…

Izuku loves analysis and while he doesn't do it for heroes anymore when he misses it too much sometimes he does it with tv shows or other things.

Idk what yet but Izuku is weirdly good at something and only showed it on camera once. (He's casually known to be a good artist) Whatever he's good at he did it once for a video and it's in one of the most popular compilation videos of him. 15 minutes of Izuku being a cinnamon roll.

Izuku has a shit ton of videos featuring the UA kids. He has some playlists dedicated to certain ones even if all you see is the back of their head.

Any proceeds Izuku manages to get (he is popular but he gets demonetized a lot) goes to different charities for the quirkless.

He made only 1 serious cooking video on his birthday, but instead of using a knife he used an axe.

He has a video called “My sharp things (tour)” where he just shows off all of his knives and axes and shit along with a massive pair of scissors he got Momo to make.

Izuku makes videos of himself destroying endeavor merch while staring at the camera.

#demise!au #bnha #youtuber!au #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #word vomit

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thecomicsnexus · 5 years ago

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THE INCREDIBLE HULK #446-447 OCTOBER - NOVEMBER 1996 BY PETER DAVID, ANGEL MEDINA, MIKE DEODATO JR, ROBIN RIGGS, TOM WEGRZYN AND GLYNIS OLIVER

SYNOPSIS (FROM MARVEL DATABASE)

Following the destruction of Onslaught, the United States Army has been called to New York City to contain the Hulk, who has been unconscious since the powerful entity was destroyed. Overseeing the operation is Colonel St. Lawrence who has the Hulk's body airlifted out of Central Park. As the Hulk is being pulled out, the brute suddenly has a nightmare about his battle with Onslaught, a battle that ended with Bruce Banner and the Hulk being separated and Banner sacrificing his life with Earth's mightiest heroes to destroy the creature. Thrown into a rage, the Hulk fights himself free from his bonds. At the risk of falling to the city below, the Hulk grabs the rope that was suspending him from the helicopter. As the Hulk struggles for purchase, a soldier shoots him. It's a lucky shot that makes the Hulk let go and sends him crashing down into the ruined city below.

Meanwhile, back at a Pantheon safe-house, Paris and Atalanta monitor Janis Jones from the security monitors. As Janis grabs her things, they are unconcerned about her escaping because their scans reveal that she had no superhuman powers and her staff appears to be an ordinary stick. However, they are surprised when the staff is able to blast the door to her room right open. Janis tries to sneak out through a locker room where she is spotted by a Pantheon staffer taking a shower. When Atalanta tries to stop Janis, she takes the man hostage and uses him as a shield allowing her to slip away before Atalanta can stop her.

Back in Times Square, that Hulk's radiation levels continue to climb. As such the military is forced to wear hazmat suits and attempt to contain him in a radiation proof cage. The Hulk smashes the cage. His body continues to give off more deadly radiation and increase in mass. Wracked with pain, the Hulk claws at his face, he rips off a chunk of skin from his face. Seeing this, one of the soldiers becomes violently ill and tears of his helmet so he can throw up. Instead, he is flash fried by the radiation being given off by the Hulk. As the pain and body mass continues to grow, the Hulk leaps away. Watching the fragmented news reports from her home, Betty Banner packs a bag and leaves to try and catch up with her husband. While back at the Pantheon safehouse, Janis continues to flee from Atalanta. When she gets clear she wonders for a moment if this complex is one of the many ones that saved the last humans of her future world when she runs into Ajax. Janis leaps over the massive simpleton, leaving him open to Atalanta's arrows. While Atalanta is busy checking to see if Ajax is okay, Janis manages to slip out through a ventilation shaft.

Back in New York City, the Hulk's radiation continues to rage out of control. However, the gamma-spawned monster is so wracked with pain he cannot move any further. This allows the military manages to drop the containment unit on the Hulk. But, much to their surprise, the Hulk's radiation levels are so hot that the unit melts, covering the Hulk's body in the metal. With the creature finally contained, Colonel St. Lawrence begins to plan what to do with the Hulk next. At that moment along a lonely stretch of road, Janis Jones spots a passing van and flags it down. She is greeted by the hippies on board who welcome her to join them on their ride to New York where they intend to pray for Earth's fallen heroes. Janis agrees to accompany them and is introduced to them all, particularly a man named Alex, who prefers to go by the name Wild Man.

Following the final battle with Onslaught, the Hulk's radiation levels began to spike to dangerous levels. In an attempt to contain the Hulk, the military tried to trap him in a radiation shielded cage. Instead, the cage melted turning the Hulk into a living statue in the middle of Central Park. Before the military could move the Hulk to a containment facility, his body quickly became a make-shift memorial for the heroes who were seemingly killed in the final battle against Onslaught. However, because the "statute" is dangerously radioactive, the military has set up a perimeter to keep people away. Among the people gathered is Betty Banner who demands to get close to the statue. Also among the people is Janis Jones, who remembers Betty from her future as her father had her ashes in his trophy room. The soldier shows Betty how dangerous the Hulk "statue" is by tossing a rock at it. When it incinerates before getting close enough to hit the Hulk, proves to Betty that it is too dangerous. Betty is then approached by Alex Wildman, who asks to speak to her because he has been having strange dreams. Understandably disturbed by this revelation, Betty tries to get away from Wildman and bumps into CIA agent Henry Gyrich. Gyrich also demands to talk to her and seeing that she has no choice, decides to accompany Gyrich to answer his questions.

Seeing Betty being led away, Alex suddenly start screaming in pain and demands to get close to the statue. Janis Jones watches as Wildman fights his way past the soldiers to try and get near the Hulk. Suddenly, in the middle of the madness, Alex Wildman is struck by a bolt of lightning and collapses to the ground. While not far away, Betty is taken to a nearby med-test where she is introduced to Colonel St. Lawrence. After St. Lawrence explains how she was inspired by meeting Betty's misogynistic father, General Ross. Getting to the point, the Colonel asks Betty to help convince the Hulk to surrender if he ever breaks free. Betty doesn't provide an answer and after a few tense moments, Betty is allowed to leave. While back at the memorial, Janis Jones continues to watch the Hulk statue as the rain begins to fall. Also watching is Jason, of the Pantheon. Not far away, Henry Gyrich goes to a limo and sits with Paris, the new leader of the Pantheon. Paris then offers the Pantheon's resources to the United States government now that the Fantastic Four and the Avengers are now seemingly dead, in order to fill the void they left behind. When Gyrich asks what Paris' motivations are, Paris explains that he is merely interested in money. Gyrich cannot commit to anything until he speaks to his people. Suddenly they Paris is contacted by Jason who tells him that something is happening at the Hulk "statue".

Suddenly, there is a massive explosion and when the smoke clears, everyone is surprised to see that the Hulk is now free. Jason and the soldiers on site begin to attack, prompting Janis to spring into action to help the Hulk. The Hulk responds to his attackers by clapping his hands together, the shockwaves of which cause the soldiers to tumble to the ground. When a military helicopter tries to open fire on the Hulk, it is blasted out of the sky by Janis. As Janis convinces the Hulk to let her tag along with him, Betty approaches the Hulk and tells him to let her help him. The Hulk turns to Betty and tells her that he has never seen her in his life. This causes Betty to break down in tears as the Hulk leaps away with Janis riding on his back.

REVIEW

All the sequences with The Hulk are fast-paced. The sequences with the Pantheon and the rest, not so much. But something has to slow this down, because this two issues are basically one.

Banner and Hulk get separated more often than water and oil. This time because of Onslaught (and Heroes Reborn, and why not, the smell of bankruptcy).

I haven’t seen Hulk ripping his face off before, that was new. The other question is who this Hulk is now, as it seems like Banner took his memories with him. Shouldn’t this Hulk at least remember his “Hulk” moments? How can you even separate them anyway. I am sure all this will be revealed once Banner comes back.

The art is a bit extreme, a bit too “unrealistic” if there is such thing in super-hero comics. Deodato at least manages to do a pretty Hulk, though.

I give these issues a score of 7

#angel medina #mike deodato jr #marvel comics #comics #review #the incredible hulk #hulk #onslaught #1996 #modern age

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sicklilspidey · 5 years ago

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I Love You 3000 (appendicitis)

It's currently Saturday afternoon and Peter had nothing better to do than sit on the couch and watch movies with his sister Morgan. Peter absolutely loved days like this, between his patrolling and training with his dad, he felt like he didn't spend as much time as he would like with his little sister. Peter started thinking about when he was her age and how different his life was back then. Don't get him wrong, he loves his life now with the Stark's but sometimes he missed his real parents. He also missed his aunt May but knew she had his best interests in mind when she gave Tony full parental rights over him.

“ Look bubba, he touched the butt” morgan said laughing, which snapped peter out of his thoughts. They were watching finding nemo for what felt like the fifteenth time that day. Peter couldn't help but giggle at how enthusiastic Morgan was. Suddenly he got a sharp pain in his stomach which caused him to hiss. It caught morgans attention.

“Are you okay bubba” she asked sympathetically. “Yeah, bug im fine, dont worry about me” he responded trying to reassure her.

“I'm not a bug, you are” she giggled. “ no silly, it was just a nickname, but you're not technically wrong” he laughed, even though he was still in pain.

“ I think im gonna go get some food, do you want anything” he asked. “ POPCORN” morgan yelled. Peter had never heard here say something that excitedly and he couldn't help but smile. While he was in the kitchen, he searched through the cabinets looking for something to soothe the throbbing in his gut.

“Can I help you find something” the voice made peter jump.

“Woah kid, i didn't mean to startle you” tony said through his laughter.

“Dad, you know not to sneak up on me” peter said, face red with embarrassment.

"Your spidey senses off or something” tony asked while ruffling his son's hair.

“Stooooop, and i don't know, maybe they're just being slow because im tired” peter whined.

“How could you be tired, all you've done today is watch nemo a thousand times” tony replied.

“Hey, in my defense it's a good movie” Peter said as they both laughed.

"Back to my original question since we got off topic. What were you looking for" Tony asked. Peter hesitated. He didnt want his dad worrying about him because he had a stupid stomach ache.

“Just looking for some tums, all the popcorn we've been eating is giving me indigestion” peter replied. ‘Really Peter, indigestion. That's the stupidest lie ever’ he thought to himself. Appearently it wasnt too stupid because Tony seemed to have bought it.

“Okay, well if that's the case i'd say lay off on the popcorn then” tony said as he walked out of the kitchen.peter knew he couldn't risk getting caught, he had too much going on this coming up week and he couldn't afford a sick day. He made his way back to the living room and plopped onto the couch.

“ Hey! Wheres my popcorn” he hear morgan say from the floor.

“Shit, i'm sorry. I totally spaced it” he replied

“Language “ she giggled. Peter dozed off soon after that. When he woke up it was dark and he noticed morgan wasn't in the room anymore. He also noticed a blanket on himself. 'mom must have put it on me when she got Morgan' he thought. He went to sit help and realized the pain in his stomach was still there and it had worsened. He decided it would be best to sleep it off. 'Maybe if i get a good night's rest in my own bed it will help' he thought. Little did he know, he couldn't have been more wrong.

When peter woke up to say he was in agony was an understatement. He was in so much pain he didn't want to move, but he knew he had to. He had a show to put on for people so no one knew that he was sick. He decided he'd skip on his morning patrol, which was unusual for him, he just knew not much would happen in the morning. He made his way done to the kitchen and the smell of bacon hit him like a ton of red bricks.

"Hope your hungry. I've been cooking for two hours to make sure I had enough for tony, Morgan, you, and that monster you call a metabolism" peper laughed as she saw Peter walked through the doorway. Tony and morgan were already at their usual spot at the table.

"Hey, Albert Einstein called and said he wants his hair back" tony said making fun of his son's bed head.

"Good one daddy" morgan laughed.

"Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week" tony said while bowing. Pepper laughed from the kitchen.

When breakfast finally made it to the table, peter couldn't stand to look at it, but he knew he had it eat it. He slowly forced himself to take bite after bite until he was sure no one would ask him any questions. When he was done he went back up to his room to shower, then he crawled back into bed.

The next few days were relatively the same. Peter would wake up wanting to scream because of how bad his stomach was hurting, he'd force himself to eat, throw up after words and repeat the cycle over and over again.

When he woke up on Wednesday morning something was different. The pain in gis stomach moved. It wasn't all over but now it made itself at home on his lower right abdomen. Peter moaned when he got up and did the routine he'd been doing since Sunday morning. He was about to climb in bed after puking his guts out when tony walked in.

"Hey kiddo, steve and Natasha are here and they want to spar. Get your workout gear on and meet me upstairs" he said before leaving again

Peter sighed. The last thing he wanted to do was spar, but he knew he had to keep the act up. So he got up, changed and made his way to the sparring facility upstairs.

"Hey spiderling, glad you could join us" Natasha said, shooting peter a smile. He nodded in response and went to sit next to his dad on the bench.

"Okay, listen up. Natasha, you're with Tony, and kid, you're with me" steve said walking into the facility. Peter wanted to bolt. He knew there was no way this would end well and he was right.

Peter's spidey sense was on the fritz and he was having a hard time concentrating. He knew he got a few hits in but that's all he could recall before Steve hits his right side at full force. Peter was done, he couldn't hide it any longer. He doubled over and started coughing.

"Woah kid, sorry didn't mean to knock the wind outta ya" steve said making his way to peter. When he made it to peter he froze.

"What's going on over there" natasha asked. When she didn't get a response she decided to go see what was happening herself. "Holy shit, tony you better come help your kid. Im calling bruce down here. I'll have him bring a gurney." natasha yelled while running toward the door. So many things were running through Tony's mind but he knew he had to get to his kid. When he made it to Peter, he wasn't expecting such a horrific site. Peter was now on the ground cradling his stomach and next to him was a small puddle of blood. Tony didn't know what to say he just knew he had to leap into action.

" Friday, call pepper and tell her we need her up here ASAP" tony yelled.

"Already done sir, Ms. Romanoff and Dr. Banner are coming down the hall also sir" friday responded.

Tony picked peter up and rushed him to the door.

"Tony im so sorry i-" steve started but tony cut him off.

"Not now Steve, I have to save my son" he said with tears in his eyes.

Tony met bruce and natasha at the door and laid peters limp body on the gurney.

"What is going on, friday said you needed m-" pepper stopped talking when she saw peter.

"What happened?" she asked, tearing up.

"I'm not one hundred percent sure yet but my best bet is appendicitis" bruce said before rushing peter to the medbay.

"Mommy what's wrong with him" morgan cried. " its okay sweetie, he's just got an ouchy in his tummy, uncle bruce and daddy are taking him to the medbay, and they'll make peter all better" pepper told her distraught daughter. "Y-you promise" morgan stuttered. " I promise" pepper replied.

Pepper couldn't help but think how she didnt notice something was off with her son.

"I didn't know, i'm so sor-" steve began to say to pepper.

"Save it steve, i've got to get to peter" and with that she picked up morgan and ran to the medbay.

When she got there she saw four doctors hooking peter up to different machines.

" bruce confirmed its his appendix, they're getting him ready for surgery" tony told his wife. " how could we not have noticed. I honestly feel like i've failed as a father" Tony added while starting to tear up again.

"Don't say that! How could we have known. He was keeping it a secret and he did one hell of a job keeping it" pepper said.

The doctors wheeled peter out of the room and into the OR.

"Mommy, where are they taking him" Morgan asked.

"They're gonna go fix your brothers ouchy and make him all better just like I told you" pepper said.

Time began to pass and both Tony and Pepper were becoming impatient. They just wanted to know their son was okay. Just then Bruce walked into the room.

"Is he okay? Did everything go well? Did save my kid?" Tony started spitting out questions left and right.

"Yes, peter is just fine he's in recovery right now and should wake up in about half an hour. If you come with me i'll take you to him." bruce said.

Before they went anywhere, morgan walked up to bruce and said " Thank you for fixing my bubba's ouchy, uncle Bruce". Bruce couldn't help but smile at the five year old.

When they made it to peter, tony was taken back. He's seen the kid in a hospital bed multiple times because of being injured on the job, but this time it was different. Peter looked so small and fragile, like the smallest gust of wind could shatter him into a million pieces.

Soon peter began stirring and he opened his eyes.

"Hey my little spiderling, how are you feeling" pepper asked.

"I've been better" peter mumbled

" ill say, why didn't you tell us you weren't feeling well. I wouldn't have asked you to spar with us." tony said.

"Tony chill out, he's only been awake for a few minutes. The lecturing can wait. Let's be grateful our son is still here" pepper said.

"You're right, im sorry. I'm really happy you're okay" he told peter. Peter nodded in acknowledgement

"Mommy, can i get up there with him" morgan asked. Pepper looked at Peter, who nodded.

"Yes baby, but you have to be careful" she said picking her daughter up. She set her on the bed. Margan careful made her way up to peters face.

"Don't ever scare me like that again, mister" she said shaking her finger in his face. Peter smiled.

"Im sorry bug, i didn't mean to scare you. I love you" he said to her.

Morgan grabbed Peter's face and smushed hers against it. "I love you 3000" she responded.

"Wait hey, that's our thing" tony said pretending to be shocked.

Everyone laughed.

It took a few days but peter healed up quick and was back out patrolling and kicking his dad's ass in training.

#peter parker sickfic #peter parker sickfics #irondad #iron dad #iron man #spiderson #spiderman #stark family #pepper potts #morgan stark #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #spiderman sickfics #i love you 3000 #captian #black widow #mcu #marvel sickfic #marvel

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brutashaswin · 6 years ago

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Now, Where Were We? A Brucenat Fanfiction

WARNING: POTENTIAL ENDGAME SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!!

Synopsis: A recap of what happened between Bruce and Natasha in the five year gap in Endgame. (Note that Bruce isn’t Professor Hulk yet!)

This is based on my headcanon discussed in my initial Endgame thoughts post. Link: https://brutashaswin.tumblr.com/post/184469692555/spoilers-some-post-endgame-thoughts

This one is my personal favorite, because it means that Bruce and Nat got to spend at least four years together as a married couple! If you guys like this one, I’d also like to write the post-credit Black Widow scene with Nat and Gamora in the Soul World!

LAST SPOILER WARNING - Let’s get on with the fic!

Natasha woke up with the sun shining in her eyes, Bruce’s warm breath tickling her neck. She stretched her back as he stifled a yawn.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Hey, you.” She whispered with a small smile, turning over to look at his face, which bared the slightest hint of scruff across his jawline.

Since learning of the Infinity Stone’s destruction, the two of them had been sharing a bed in the Avengers facility. They found that it was easier to fend off the nightmares this way.

Nat’s heart still ached, missing the full family unit she had in her team before the Sokovia Accords. On top of that, the Decimation had taken Clint, Laura, and their children away from her. But by Bruce’s side, it was occasionally possible to forget her pain and exchange them for brief, sweet moments filled with love.

Bruce and Nat had gotten plenty of alone time together in the Avengers facility during the past few months, since the rest of the team was off on international missions. Meanwhile, the two of them stayed behind to research and coordinate inter-team communication. While they were grateful that they could finally be together, an achievement almost three years in the making, there were very few things that either of them wouldn’t do to change the circumstances surrounding it.

“Do you want me to make breakfast?” He asked, rolling onto his back and outstretching his arm for her to use as a pillow.

“Mmm...not yet.” She mumbled, snuggling sleepily into his side.

He chucked fondly, sneaking another kiss onto her temple as they feel into a comfortable, drowsy silence.

“Hey, Nat?” Bruce asked, reaching over to brush a strand of her hair (which was now equal parts natural red and bleach blonde) out of her face.

“Yeah?”

“What do you think about getting married?”

“Like, the general idea of marriage, or...?”

He stifled a laugh and tried to calm his nerves before he continued.

“No, I mean like...you and I. Getting married.”

“I’d say it’s the craziest idea I’ve ever heard in my life.”

She rolled over so that her body was on top of his, and he looked up at her fondly.

“And I kind of love it.” She continued, craning her neck down to peck him on the lips.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

He sat up and pulled her into his lap as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, both laughing freely for the first time in months.

“You just made me the happiest man alive.”

At this, Nat stiffened and recoiled.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry...I didn’t think...”

“No, no, it’s okay. I just...never pictured this happening to begin with. And if it did, I always imagined that Clint would be there with me. And Wanda, and Laura...”

“I know, I’m sorry...”

“Don’t be. I think we should still go through with it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. We’ve all been through hell and back, we could use something good.”

“We all deserve a win.” Said Bruce, thinking back to a particular conversation with Steve, which now felt like another lifetime ago.

“You’re damn right.” She smirked before leaning in to kiss him, closing the remaining distance between them.

“So, we’re good?” He asked, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“We’re perfect. Are you still up for making breakfast? I have a telecom with Okoye and Carol at noon.”

“Sure thing.”

“God, I love you.” She said, her face unreadable as she stared longingly into his eyes.

“I love you, too. And I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Me either.”

A Few Months Later...

Bruce and Nat sat at a table in the Avengers facility, a variety of papers and photographs scattered around them.

“Okay, so we’ll all meet down at the courthouse...”

“And we’ll have Steve and Tony sign as our witnesses.”

“What do you think we should wear?”

“Oh! Do you still have that purple button up? You look so good in that.”

“I think so. What about you? Do you have that black and white dress?”

“The one I wear with my Audrey Hepburn lipstick? As if I’d ever get rid of it!”

“I guess that settles it.”

“I guess so. Wow...we’re actually doing this. We’re getting married, Bruce!”

“Hell yeah, we are.”

“I just wish there was a way we could pay tribute to everyone that should be there.”

“I know, I do too.”

“Hey, what if we write everyone’s name down two lists. And we can each carry it in our pocket during the ceremony.”

“That’s perfect! Here...”

Nat grabbed a blank piece of paper, and handed a second one to Bruce. Together, they compiled a list of everyone they wished could have watched them exchange their vows.

Clint...

Fury...

Wanda...

Mom...

On and on and on, each name feeling like a personal prayer to each person; to that one girl in the Red Room, to that boy that set next to him in Chem classes, to a certain God of Thunder who just recently stopped returning their calls.

“Alright. I think we’re ready.”

*Two weeks later*

Nat stood arm in arm with Steve outside of the courthouse, taking a deep breath in an attempt to help still her shaking body.

“You gonna be alright?” Steve asked, gently nudging her shoulder and giving her a worried look.

“I just feel guilty. And nervous. But mostly guilty.”

“You’re getting married, Nat, not standing on trial.”

“I know, but...why me? Why should I get to be this happy when so many others...”

Her throat caught before she could finish her sentence.

“Hey, look at me. You of all people deserve this. To have a second chance, with this guy who loves you with all his heart.”

“I’m gonna try not to take it for granted.”

“I know you won’t.”

“Thanks for doing this, Steve.”

“Anytime. I think we all needed something like this, something to remind us that there’s still things worth fighting for.”

They shared a knowing look as Steve gave her a reassuring smile. Suddenly, the door creeped open to reveal a friendly secretary with wide rimmed glasses.

“We’re ready for you!”

Steve led Nat across the room, to an awestruck Bruce in his signature purple shirt. Tony stood at his side, watching over with a warm look of pride.

Bruce and Nat joined hands at the makeshift altar, surrounded by holographic projections of their team members across the galaxy.

“Bruce, repeat after me. I, Bruce...”

“Ya, Bruce,”

“Take you, Natasha”

“Vzyat’ tebya, Natalia”

“To be my wife.”

“Byt moyey zhenoy.”

By the time Bruce had completed this line of his vows, Natasha was covering her mouth in disbelief and crying tears of joy.

When he finished, he leaned in to whisper to her.

“Was that okay? I’ve been practicing for a little while now.”

She was barely able to choke out “it was perfect” through her tears.

“Would the bride like a moment before we get to her vows?” Asked the officiant.

“No, I’m...” She took a deep breath and dabbed at her eyes. “I’m okay. I’m great.”

“Alright. Now repeat after me...”

Nat recited her vows in more graceful, though no less heartfelt, Russian.

“By the power invested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Bruce, you may kiss your bride.”

“Give her a good one, lover boy!” Jeered Tony, gaining a cloud of laughter from the room.

Nat wrapped her arms around Bruce’s waist as he pulled her closer to him, and they kissed each other with a passion that conveyed three years of pining, three long years apart, and a lifetime spent together. In that moment, it felt like Mr. and Mrs. Romanoff - Banner were the only two people in the world.

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