#boy you will be forced to hide your true self because if they saw your face they would want you dead

[akuma-tenshi]

i love being a frederick fan bc i'll look at him and my first response is "that man should be having a terrible day". i was browsing the account of this one artist who draws dragon hunter a lot and all i could think of "i want this man to be hunted for sport". i have a whole fucking idea now about dragon hunter having a bounty on his head and being hunted down and having to go into hiding because everybody wants him dead solely out of the desire to make a character who has already suffered a lot suffer even more. if i told you frederick was one of my favourite idv characters you wouldn't believe me. he is my chew toy. he and luchino take all of the agony so that demi, emily, annie, and all my other favourites can have a good beautiful day

[sighonaraa]

augusnippets day 8 -- reunion/found family!

“Do you think I have gotten too tall?” Sam asks Jamie abruptly, rounding on him with such intensity that Jamie, unwittingly, takes a half-step backwards, eyes blown wide. “Please tell me that you brought a measuring tape.”

“Why the fuck would I bring a measuring tape to the airport,” says Jamie. “And what’re you on about, you’ve gotten too tall?”

“What if he doesn’t recognize me?” Sam says, bringing the corner of his thumb to his mouth only for Jamie to tap it away before he can gnaw. “If I’ve gotten too tall, what if he doesn’t recognize me and he leaves without us and he’s lost out in the city for weeks—”

Oh. Oh. “Mate,” Jamie says, fond, “that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Sam bristles, so Jamie clasps him by the shoulders; presses his thumbs to the hollows of his friend’s collarbone hard enough that he hopes the warmth of his body, the steadiness of it, will seep into Sam’s and allow him to settle. “Your dad would still recognize you if you grew ten eyes and dyed your hair bleach blond. Swear down, he’d probably love you even more.”

“I just don’t think that can possibly be true,” says Sam.

“No, no, ’cause he’d have to love you more to make up for all the self-esteem issues you gained on account of having ten eyes.”

Sam searches Jamie’s face as though he can’t quite believe that was an actual sentence spoken into being, and Jamie takes it as a massive win because if Sam is stuck on the whole ‘ten-eyes-bleach-blond-hair’ of it all, then he’s not stuck on the whole ‘it’s-been-a-year-since-I-saw-my-dad-and-I’m-scared-I’ve-changed-more-than-either-of-us-are-ready-for’ of it all. Finally, Sam’s expression softens, the mountain-peak crease between his brows eases into a vague hill, and he smiles, tremulous and then brighter, brighter, brighter.

“That,” he says, “might now be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” He returns Jamie’s hold, hands to shoulders, and then draws them together for an embrace that Jamie melts into, every fiber of his being aching for the simple press of Sam’s brow to his neck, for the soft scratchiness of his palm to the crown of Sam’s head. “Thank you. I know I’m being—”

“Shut up,” Jamie whispers. “You ain’t being stupid.”

Sam shifts; huffs a little laugh that tickles at Jamie’s skin. “I was going to say that I’m being silly, actually, thank you very much.”

“Oh. But you were being a bit stupid, to be fair.”

“Excuse me—!”

“I must say, I am incredibly glad to see my boys getting along, but I am feeling rather left out of all this hugging.”

The voice that interrupts Sam is deep, and rumbling, and spilling over with the sort of hearth-warmth that makes Jamie think of thick, hand-knit sweaters in the winter, a proper nice pair of socks resting in front of the fireplace, hot chocolate steaming in painted mugs. He nearly cries from it, which really is stupid, and he lifts his head from where it’s buried against Sam to find Mr. Obisanya standing there with his suitcases and a blistering smile splitting across his face like it could crack him in two from the sheer force of it.

“Daddy!” Sam cries, joyful, and lunges into Mr. Obisanya’s chest. Mr. Obisanya catches him and holds him tight, cradles him close as though life never happened and Sam is still a baby. “Daddy, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you,” says Mr. Obisanya fiercely, and presses a kiss to his son’s forehead. Then, before Jamie can bolt or bury a hole in the ground to die in or hide, he glances up and says, “Jamie! Do you not wish to say hello?”

“Oh, no, I—hello, Mr. Obisanya,” Jamie says, awkward. “I just—”

“Come here,” says Mr. Obisanya. “Join us. And, please, call me Ola. You have more than earned it.”

And when Mr. Obisanya—Ola—catches Jamie by the wrist and drags him to the hug, Jamie doesn’t resist; he brings his arms up and allows himself to melt, slow and sure as sunlight through the window, into this family that—maybe, possibly, yes—he can call his own.

[osamu-dazais-husband]

Hello, I was wondering if you could do ciel x ftm! Reader, in wich Reader is very dysphoric about their big chest but also likes it a lot.

They get nervous and pick on their chest a lot and when Ciel asks if they want top surgery, reader breaks down because they don't know yet.

Like, they really want to but are also very scared.

Have a good day/night

This sounds so sweet, i struggle with this a lot too so i enjoyed writing about this so much!

Ciel Phantomhive with a big chested ftm reader!

Being transgender is hard enough, being transgender in the 1800's where you're held to a certain standard is even harder, it's almost impossible for you to feel comfortable in your body especially since you're forced to wear a damn big dress all the time.

Everywhere you went it felt like you were just hiding your true self from everyone, everywhere except for Ciel's manor, you had told your boyfriend that you were trans after you started to trust him with that information and he surprisingly reacted really well! He tried to make you as comfortable as possible and when you are at his manor you don't have to wear those damn dresses, you get to raid his closet and he even orders Sebastian to specially design and make clothes to your liking. Although, being in 1800's, binders or other methods of hiding your chest were not invented yet, part of you didn’t mind, a bigger part of you hated it, you didn’t fully feel comfortable with yourself.

One day you were hanging out in ciel’s manor, he thought you were both having a great conversation but that was then he saw you picking at your chest, again. He always hated it when you did that on the off chance you could hurt yourself and stops you immediately. He had enough of it though and asked if you wanted to have a surgery eventually to get your chest removed.

That made you snap, you never told ciel you actually liked your breasts and did not know if you wanted them off, you started crying, hard and in that moment ciel rushed over to your seat, kneeling to your level so he’s not hovering above you and wipes your tears, asking what’s wrong and ordering Sebastian to get water for you.

You broke down telling ciel how conflicted you were, you liked your breasts, you hated having to be called a girl in public and those breasts being one of the main reasons why. You didn’t know what you wanted to do! Were you going to regret it after it’s done? What if something happens!?

You started mumbling all possibilities that could happen in result of a surgery until ciel cut you off.

“You don’t have to get the surgery if you don’t want to, it’s your body and if you’re not comfortable with taking the risk then you shouldn’t, you are who you are and no matter what body parts you have the only person who can define you is you. If you want to go through with it, I’ll be with you every step of the way. If not, you’re still my boy”

Those words made you feel just a little safer

You didn’t need to know yet, you can just go at your own speed, if you don’t know about surgery, you know one thing, ciel cares about you enough to love you either way.

[freakshowtwopointoh]

"Look, I know you think you're so much better than me because you had such a hard childhood and you've never done anything wrong, but I'm not the only one who acts selfishly, Marie. I may have forgiven you about that fucking Miller interview, but I haven't forgotten. Fuck off." They ran their fingers through their bob, wishing there was room to pace in this cramped dorm. They both finally had their memories back, but it had brought up so many unresolved questions.

They knew she had a point. About how they were misplacing their anger at themselves on Cate and Andre. That they were a cold, self serving ass until Marie came around. But that was because they had to be. It's not like the fucking nepotism twins and mind control barbie were going to. Jordan knew that, if push came to shove, they were just as much on the curb as Marie. Abandoned to live half a life for their parents, or...

"The fucking Hayley Miller interview?!"

Ah fuck. They liked being in control in arguments, but their emotions were hot and fast, burning in their veins every time.

Just another way Marie fucking Moreau makes them feel like a pubescent boy, full of rage and lust.

"Yeah, well, I, I still have to see clips of it all the fucking time. And it's not like your emotional confession to Tek Knight was in front of a camera. And I'm still number fucking five." They shifted at this point, praying this face could hide some of what they were feeling a bit better. They were bullshitting. The clips had almost entirely died down, and Tek Knight's special aired a few days ago with the full, true story.

They just wanted to know why. They were so sure that Marie had understood what they were saying, and that she was going to tell the truth. But then she followed the script, and did nothing until the Master Manipulator forced her to tell the truth.

"Just- Just why, Moreau? I thought-" Nothing was coming out right. Nothing was making sense. They wished they could just go back to before they made one too many snide comments. They just wanted to see her smile again, this shit wasn't worth it. They would get over it, push their feelings away and things could go back to normal. Why did this girl have such a hold over them? There's nothing special about her.

They knew that was a lie. Everything was special about Marie. Her kindness, her drive, her passion. The way her nose crinkled when she laughed. The way she saw through Jordan every single time.

"Never mind." They said. "Let's just pretend none of this ever happened and watch something funny."

"She told me my sister wrote in, and said she wanted nothing to do with me. Right before the cameras turned on." Marie's voice was quiet, but not angry. "All I could think about was Annabeth." Her voice broke, and Jordan's heart went right with it. The scene from her old bathroom played without warning in Jordan's mind. The blood, everywhere. Her sister, in unimaginable pain.

"But Jordan? You're right. I was going to tell the truth. Seeing your face... I wanted to make things right. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."

Jordan closed the distance between them in a single step.

"Never say that again. You are the strongest person I know." And with that, their lips met and every ounce of anger that had filled Jordan's veins was gone. All they needed was in their arms.

[gardenofnineveh]

Lucerys is so Princess Diana-coded. Like ever seen that pic of Diana in a blue dress falling asleep days before she announced she was pregnant with Prince William? That’s so Lucerys. Literally the hair, the eyes!

Aemond is also Princess Diana-coded. Behind that tough psycho facade, it’s clear he needs love and help and more love, just Princess Diana did when her marriage with Charles started falling apart.

Engagement -

Media: Are you in love?

Lucerys: Why yes, of course? [blushing and casually showing off his sapphire engagement ring 💍 , yes even the engagement ring is Diana coded 😩]

Aemond: Whatever love may mean… [smiles at Luke cuz my boi mond ain’t a cheater!]

I need the really emotional and real marriage struggles, and Aemond finally going on record after years of staying silent and playing the bad guy in the royal family in the eyes of the public.

Interview -

Interviewer: There were reports of you, your Highness, struggling with self-image and trauma. Is that true?

Aemond: [Think the shy, downturned look from the bts interviews] Hm, yes. Yes, I did. Even though I did not realize at the time, I did. The scar… the missing eye.

Growing up I was not… the most handsome, or pretty, boy around. And people around me made that clear, but the eye situation magnified and intensified every problem I had… with people, family, and friends.

For a while, after the eye, I told myself I didn’t care. I rode Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world. I was doing better in both swordsmanship and my studies than my peers. But there was always something unsettling in my heart. Something I neglected and tried to overcompensate for. Hence, the tours in the Riverlands, the Stepstones. My behavior and so called “acting out” at Storm’s End… It really gets to you when the media always portrays you as the villain because well, I look like one. So I thought, why not let their dreams come true? Why can’t I really embrace being the villain?

It really took years of work and being in a loving relationship and just being recognized for simply who I am for me to really see that. That I was hurting, and I was reaching out for help but not in a way others may understand. That I wanted to have a stable married life and be loved.

Interviewer: How was your relationship with the Queen?

Aemond: Well, there were initially three of us in a marriage, so it was a bit crowded. [classically Diana omo]

She was and has always been a loving and wonderful mother to Luke, and being a father now, I can somewhat see why she was the way she was.

It came down to a choice, between she and me, for Luke. We forced Luke to make a choice. And I, as well as she, knew that I had no chance of winning.

Interviewer: What were your reactions when your separation from Prince Lucerys was announced to the public?

Aemond: Well, we have been living apart for a couple month by then, by the time it was announced on television. We never had an official separation, no. We just thought that living apart would have helped resolve the issues we had with our marriage.

Then the journalists caught wind of it and published photographs of Lucerys attending the Queen’s charity banquet alone, dropping off our children to school alone.

The people, when they saw this… I asked, when it was decided that a statement ought to be made on this matter, that the news is aired before the holidays because that way our children wouldn’t. They were at school, and they were very well-protected at school.

Interviewer: That was the one holiday where you weren’t there with your husband, is that right?

Aemond: Yes, I remember watching the Christmas messages to the country and the morning mass broadcasting on television alone. I didn’t know that Lucerys with 6 months pregnant was our third child. We haven’t seen each other for three, four months at that point.

I remember the red cloak he wore inside the church and really couldn’t hide it from the cameramen when they came outside after service was over. The country was in shock, seeing this live for the first, and I remember being there with them - shocked but a good sort of shock.

(All grown up, communicative Aemond muah)

And Luke would be backstage and be so supportive and proud of Aemond. Lucemond hugs 🤗

[skitskatdacat63]

misc lore drop day 33/?

Going to be doing something a little different for the next couple posts!! I reblogged this ask game because when I saw it, I could only think of answers from Boy King AU. So I thought it’d be fun to be prompted and force myself to think inside the confines of these questions. Please send more if you are interested!! Tysm Csilla for the first three!!! I’ll answer one per day, because I like sticking to this self imposed schedule :D No one was specified so I’ll answer this for both Seb and Fernando!

What is a trait your OC hides about themself from others? Do they refuse to acknowledge it or begrudgingly accept it?

Fernando

I’ve talked about this before, but he definitely hides his passion. It’s like pulling teeth, in the beginning, to get him to admit he genuinely likes or enjoys anything. Especially any of his fondness for Seb, he will absolutely never admit it. He’s actually a pretty fun-loving guy, but he believes he needs to be stoic to survive and succeed in the world. He must only focus on doing his duty, plotting and scheming, to move up in the world. He used to be very carefree and whimsical, but that got him nowhere, and he believes if he stayed that way, he’d still be a prince. When in reality, his passion dissipated when he got closer to being a king. Not because that’s what kings should be like, but because the proceedings around it were practically designed to undermine him. But, he still got what he wanted. So he believes that is how he got where he is, instead of it in reality being a symptom of where he is, if that makes sense? 

He definitely evolves throughout his life to become more like his younger self. Those around him, especially Seb of course, chip away at that impassive facade over time. But in the beginning, he;s definitely the type to deny it to his grave. “A king has no time for silly games such as these, I must focus on my duty” etc etc. He can’t accept it because he feels like everything will crumble away from him if he does. Becoming dispassionate is just a sign of growing older, okay? He says. It’s more of a part of himself that he’s intentionally hiding/shoving away, than one he needs to accept. Though maybe he needs to accept it’s not normal nor healthy to hide your true self and desires behind 10 masks of indifference and seriousness. 

Seb is a bit harder because I think he’s a much more straightforward, carefree guy than Fernando is. I’ve talked about this as well, but it’s definitely insecurity. He, as someone who has been king and a destined emperor since as long as he can remember, does not have experience not getting what he wants. He expects everything to come his way, and everyone to bow to him and prioritize him overall. Yes, that’s kind of selfish BUT, can you really blame someone who’s been raised with the idea that he is the most important being? That’s not what he’s insecure over, but rather suddenly dealing with the idea that he can’t instantly get everything his way, i.e. his relationship with Fernando. It’s very tough for him to suddenly face that, someone that outwardly doesn’t like him nor thinks he’s the greatest to ever exist. It fuels him to try to win Fernando over, but it also causes his worldview to start collapsing. Thus: insecurity. Insecurity over: is anyone actually telling me the truth, does anyone even like me, etc???? Also specifically in regards to his and Fernando’s marriage. At the beginning, he’s like well of course Fernando would love this and love me, because I am me, how could he not!? But later on when he starts to get insecure, it makes him question everything. Wait so he doesn’t actually like me, he wasn't in awe of getting to marry me?

It’s definitely something he really struggles to come to terms with. He’s not supposed to be feeling these emotions. He shouldn’t be having to question his whole life up until this point. It’s something that he keeps to himself, because it would probably ruin him if anyone else knew. He’s supposed to be the epitome of self confidence, of ardent self belief. So why is he suddenly getting all squirmy over everything? 

[dadsbongos]

the higher up a fic is, the newer and more accurate it is to my current writing style (re: older = more cringe)

fics with obvious references to sex are not marked +18 because it feels redundant, but they are still meant for +18 audience. fics/blurbs that don't specify smut in the title are marked +18 for clarity's sake

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eddie munson

-MASTERLIST: ex-potential boyfriend (10 things i hate about you) Jim Hopper places a new rule against dating for both his adopted daughters - Eleven can’t date if you don’t - and Mike hires Eddie Munson to get around it. Unfortunately for Eddie, you are renowned by peers for being a horrid shrew.

-fanservice pride fic written during '23 pride because i needed a bisexual eddie to come out as bisexual to when i Realized(TM)

-he's in a band You and Eddie are forced to team up and make him into Snowflake King material so that you can beat Jason Carver in a bet (for fifty bucks and the success of Lucas Sinclair’s high school basketball career).

-unusually short eddie fic for valentine's day After being stood up on a Valentine’s picnic date, a friendly neighbor boy comes to end the embarrassment.

-eddie/s.o with goldenhar syndrom you’re waiting to go into reconstructional surgery, and your boyfriend - Eddie - won’t stop trying to read your patient form.

-freak’s church Eddie Munson has been trying to court you in his own special way since kindergarten and now he may finally get a chance thanks to Mrs. O'Donnell’s stupid poetry contest.

-1988 VAMPIRE ORGY TOUR While on tour with Corroded Coffin, Eddie can’t help but notice that at every stop - from Indianapolis to San Diego - he happens to run into you.

-monachopsis Eddie gets severely jealous of Dustin’s babysitter, but then he meets you and finds that you two are similarly wired (neurodivergent and misunderstood in the 80s).

-the third (feat. chrissy cunningham [smut ramblings mdni]) part one part two part three

-self-indulgent blurb of eddie meeting hopper you bring Eddie home to meet your adoptive father, Jim Hopper.

-skipping through a john hughes’ movie Your Home Economics teacher assigns a project - take care of an egg for a full week and present it. You end up paired with Eddie “the freak” Munson. At least your best friend, Chrissy, seems excited for you.

-the cheerleader you hate you, a hot cheerleader, are put into a group project with Eddie, a hot nerd, that requires a visit to the Hawkins’ art museum. Neither of you does a very good job of hiding your secret friendship, or your feelings for each other.

-the geekification of chrissy cunningham (feat. chrissy cunningham) phase one - weed and puppy love phase two - beating the shit out of her ex phase three - obligatory and unabashed epilogue (and smut [mdni]) Following her public break-up with Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunningham finds comfort and affection in two of Hawkins' most renowned freaks. Coincidentally, you and your boyfriend, Eddie, both seem to have a crush on the poor girl.

-within six days 1 - “Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?” 2 - “O, I am Fortune’s fool!” 3 - “O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night.” 4 - “Juliet is the sun.“

5 - “For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.” 6 - “Parting is such sweet sorrow.” 7 - “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?” 8 - “Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.” You, the valedictorian to-be, and Eddie, the bimbo pothead, start studying together so he can graduate. In return, he shows you a more “wild” life.

-the one and only Eddie picks you up from a party when you’re on a bad high and then you two agree to go on a date the next day.

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chrissy cunningham

-the third (feat. eddie munson [+18!]) part one part two part three

-slumber party (+18!) Chrissy comes to Corroded Coffin’s show and then makes the hot bassist (you) cum (you teach her how). -part 2 (+18!)

-why did you ask me out? 1 - the setup 2 - just how it used to be 3 - heartbroken but alive 4 - evil trance 5 - background characters to commercial lines You and Chrissy are long-lost best friends that join sides to pull one over on the girls hoping to make you prom queen as a bet. Things don’t always go to plan - sometimes you realize you’re in love and sometimes the girls shoot back at you.

-the geekification of chrissy cunningham (feat. eddie munson) phase one - weed and puppy love phase two - beating the shit out of her ex phase three - obligatory and unabashed epilogue (and smut [mdni]) Following her public break-up with Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunningham finds comfort and affection in two of Hawkins' most renowned freaks. Coincidentally, you and your boyfriend, Eddie, both seem to have a crush on the poor girl.

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robin buckley

-like batman! You and Robin get Kill Bill teenager-style revenge on Jason Carver and his friends after they spread a nasty rumor about you. Sapphic ways ensue (Do Revenge but a little gay).

-slender aphrodite has overcome me You and Robin were supposed to work on a chemistry project, but then she takes you to Lovers’ Lake. Also, Eddie supports lesbians.

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steve harrington

-steve harrington loses his mojo Steve and you are both depressed kids working towards nothing specific. Maybe you should kiss (AKA a convoluted three times Steve watches his friends be in happy relationships and the one time he gets into one).

horror movie collection (halloween special) -includes American Psycho, Halloween, Scream, Friday the 13th, Fear Street, and Jennifer's Body

[pinkglitteranddeath]

can you do L x reader where L comes out to reader as transfem? thanks

A/n This is such an interesting idea since I've never really seen anyone headcannon L as transfem so I'm excited to write this. Sorry there's not a lot of dialog but I really wanted to show how L felt before getting to the fluffy coming out.

Over the years L had felt disconnected to many things about their identity. They had gone by so many different names and disguised themselves as so many different people. Things like gender were never even considered. Hardly anybody saw or spoke to L so they didn't care what they perceived as.

However L's feelings about the particular subject of gender started to changed when the task force was introduced. L had never minded You, Watari, Near and Mello using more masculine terms to address them (though they always liked it more when you called them pretty instead of handsome). Now though they were surround by the task force every day constantly referring to them as a 'he'.

L hated it. They hated how Light would say 'Well he is the world's greatest detective.' whenever L did something that annoyed Light. They hated how Mastsuda would jokingly refer to them as 'one of the boys'.

It frustrated them to no end these new feelings of dysphoria. L knew they were different, not in a bad way, but defiantly different. The thing that frustrated them the most though was that they didn't know how to descried how they are different. So one night when everyone was asleep they decided to find out.

It started with a simple google search, 'Why am I man that wants to be like a woman?' If only they had known the rabbit hole of discovery that simple search would lead them. L's whole world view completed changed that night. They finally had words to describe how they felt and god it felt good. L was a woman she always had been.

The next step was telling you, her lovely partner. She knew you would accept her, you had confessed a few years ago you didn't have any particular gender preference, but it was still intimidating to tell someone. At first L didn't even know how to bring it up but you were her partner and as much as she likes to think she could hide what she was thinking and feeling you could always tell what she was thinking.

'L ,darling, is there something on your mind? Don't feel pressured to answer but you seem distracted lately.'

That question made her freeze up. Turning around slowly she deliberated over her words carefully. 'Actually there is something I would like to talk about.'

'Ok well lets sit down.' you replied, surprised at L's willingness to talk. 'I've have felt for a while now that I do not completely like being referred to as a man. I now realize that is because I am woman not a man even though I was born a man.' You stared at her in shock taking in this new revelation. 'How do you feel?' L asked shyly.

'Oh L darling I doesn't matter how I feel all that matters is that you feel good about yourself. Plus I don't care I'm just happy that you can start being your true self.'

'Thank you that is very nice to hear.' she said staring deep into your eyes.

'So I guess I have a cute girlfriend now?' you teased.

[feralmoonlight]

THE BOYS BEING STUCK AS ECLIPSE MUST BE SO STRESSFUL FOR THEM. Do you know *why* they’re stuck, or is that too spoilery? If it is, then what would the Reader’s reaction be to this whole Thing if they don’t get a proper job description? Does it take them a bit to realize Eclipse is two animatronics, or are Sun and Moon immediately panicking about that? 🌻

I mean, if you were trapped in a single room and left alone(awake) for 12 hours at a time and every other adult human you encountered saw you as little more than a fancy washing machine to be dismantled and tampered with on a whim regardless of your own concerns since the moment you came into being, you might get a bit stressed too? Constant threats of decommission, random upgrades and swapping parts on the same scale as having an organ transplant while conscious, getting ordered to parts and service because the 'new tech' wants to poke around and familiarize themself with your inner workings. CASUALLY TAMPERING WITH THE BASE AI and fucking over your entire sense of self until you manage to work with this new normal that never feels normal? There's a lot. But mostly it's just it finally got to be too much. Eclipse wasn't programmed into them. It just... Happened. And it's not responding to it's usual protocols. Because Eclipse has no programmed protocols or rules. It can hurt people. It can move around freely. It can, will, and has injured the P&S guys that tried to drag him down for maintenance. He's probably been stuck like this for a few weeks while people try and figure out that if it's someone that's obviously trying to force them to get help, they reject it. Moving into Reader's reaction~ The gist of "Help the Daycare Attendants" is vague enough. They'd know Sun and Moon are a thing from just general advertising for the plex through osmosis, like those commercials you can't totally ignore so you know about it even if it's not something you look into a lot. The first reaction of them walking into the daycare, half lit, mostly empty, and in an absolute MESS (Half destroyed jungle gyms, craft supplies thrown everywhere, some of the floor padding thrown up and some unfortunate staff bots that got sacrificed for science) it would be startling. THEN you've got this looming, jittery, MASSIVE animatronic just perched at the top of the tower, mostly in shadow, that just rumbles out this dual tone, static heavy "Go AWAY." Nope nope nope, fuck that. Fuck ALL of that. Except the employee that showed you to the daycare locked you in. HA HA HA fuck. alternate option is trying to go up the slide to the ball pit. BUT... that means getting closer to the thing that wants you out. Full on panic. But you're not leaving. Granted you CANT, you're still there. And he's getting twitchier. Agitated. Banging on the door and yelling at the person on the other side to open up, at least maybe it can see you WANT to leave. And maybe he does. When you look back up, it's gone. This isn't comforting. It takes a few hours, till the end of your shift, before someone finally comes back to open the door and you could PUNCH them. You didn't see him again, so at least that's ok, but fuck. For some reason you come back the next day, and the next. If he's just gonna hide, you'll take the free pay for dealing with this creepy ass room. Eventually it would click that the Daycare Attendants are kind of both active, in varying levels. Different vibes from the short first interactions would lean more towards an anxious fidgety Sun or a dark, dangerous, spiteful Moon. It's a coin toss on who's more present at the moment. Some days it's nothing though. Some days he just perches and hisses static at you from the tower. ON THE FLIP SIDE for Sun and Moon, they're in a really weird state. Like the AI Have blended. They're only really aware they're two AI when the swing is REALLY HEAVY one way or the other. If one goes dormant and lets the other lead while they rest (usually after exhausting their reserves). The true blend of eclipse is dual speech overlaid with heavy static, conflicting words and phrases, showing off the torrent of mixed emotions inside. The more they can split and flipflop between one or the other, the better off they'll be. If they can fully split their minds, they can undo the Eclipse state. But as long as they're so fucking stressed and distrustful, and one is latching onto the other mentally, they're stuck.

[xmalereader]

Tom Riddle X Male Reader

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Requested: Can I have Tom Riddle x Male Reader, smut and also omegaverse, with Tom Riddle as Alpha and Reader as Omega? They have enemies relationship like rivals you know? Until one day when Reader got heat all of sudden, Tom Riddle want to help but hesitate since they both arc enemis, but Reader is fine with it, like "It's fine, as long its you..." Something like that

Warnings: Tom is 18+, Heavy Smut, language, marking, biting, omegaverse, Alpha Tom, Omega Reader, soft sex, Tom is actually soft towards reader. Reader just needs to get over his heat with some dick.

Tags: @akira627

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Everyone in Hogwarts knew not to mess with Tom Riddle, he was the Slytherin prince and perfect of the Slytherin house. He was charming and polite. The perfect Alpha that everyone wanted.

Every year Tom would receive different invitations from different families, trying to marry there children off with a strong Alpha, someone that they thought would fit them. But, Tom always rejected the invitation, politely declining and moving on with his life.

Not many people knew about his family history, him being raised in an orphanage. His mother putting his father under a love spell only for his father to abandon them after the spell wore off. Tom didn’t just blame his father for leaving, he also blamed his mother for leaving him at the orphanage and thinking that a man like his father would still love her after the spell had worn off.

Tom never spoke about his family and he never wanted too. That irritated Y/n.

Y/n was a new student who transferred from the states and into Hogwarts. When he first started he was sorted into Slytherin, meaning that he would see Tom everywhere he went to the point where they would be in the same room late at night.

He started to loath Riddle when he saw through him, noticing the fake smiles and laughs that he presented in front of others. Y/n knew who the real Tom was and it irritated him that he would hide his true self.

Now Tom was aware of Y/n’s hatred for him. He took disliked Y/n. When he first met the new Slytherin, he thought that he could trick the boy into thinking that he was the perfect Slytherin in all of Hogwarts, when in reality Y/n was able to look right through him. That pissed Tom.

The rivalry between started a year ago, the two annoying each other and competing against one another when it came towards school tournaments or when they would be paired up in classes and forced to study together. The two hated it and all of Hogwarts knew about it.

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Y/n holds the letter in hand, unopened as he stands in the astronomy tower. It was another letter from his parents, trying to find him a good suitor for the future. This wasn’t the first time they have sent him a letter like this and he always rejected his parents, they should know by now that he isn’t interested in a marriage. But, of course, his parents began to worry the day he was presented as an Omega.

His parents worried about his future, telling him that he wouldn’t be able to find a proper job because of his title unless he is to marry an Alpha, someone who can provide for him and take care of him. Y/n would snap at his parents and tell them to leave him be and that he can make his own choices, if he really wants a marriage then he’ll find his own partner. He didn’t his parents doing that for him.

Y/n sighs deeply, his body shivering in the cold night as he leans against the railing and rips the letter open, reading his mothers handwriting.

Dear Y/n,

If this letter reached you then it means we were able to find you a proper suitor. He’s a great man who’s been helping your father and I in the last few days with the farming and brewing. He’s near your age and very respectful, maybe when you visit during the holidays we can introduce you—!

He grumbled to himself, ripping the letter up and shoving the pieces inside his pocket. It was the same thing every day, nothing has changed. He didn’t need to finish the letter to know what she is to say next, he already knows and he doesn’t need to hear it again.

He gives the night sky another glance before heading down the tower, making his way towards the main hall. It’ll be bedtime soon and all the students would be heading to there rooms, before he heads to bed he had to meet up with Professor Dumbledore first.

As he makes his way down the corridors and through small hallways he finds his way to Dumbledores office, knowing the code as he quietly steps inside. “Professor?” He calls out, looking around nervously as the Professor makes an appearance, giving him a warm smile.

“Come in my boy,” he gestures him to come forward as Y/n returns a small smile and approached him. “I think I know why you are here.” The Professor cuts in, already knowing why Y/n was here to speak with him.

Y/n nervously chuckles. “Yes, you see my suppressants are running out and would appreciate it if you could obtain more for me?” He questions.

Hogwarts had a very strict rule for Omegas. When it come to receiving suppressants they are to consult Dumbledore about it first since he has access to the ministry who can provide the medicine for Omegas. The Ministry can be strict towards there medicine and want to make sure that they are taken responsibly.

“So soon?” Dumbledore asks, tilting his head as he steps around his desk, y/n growing nervous. Something that the Professor took notice of. “You aren’t abusing your medicine are you?”

“Of course not!” Y/n is quick to blurt our, offended that the Professor would think of him doing such thing. “It’s just—“ he sighs. “My heat has been arriving a lot early then usual and I don’t—can’t have my heat happening during class or in the dinning hall.” He explains. “My parents have been searching for a good suitor that’ll fit me but I always reject there offers, I feel a little bad because I know they want me to be taken care of and not have to deal with my heats alone, but I can’t be thinking about marriage quiet yet.” He doesn’t know he’s explaining to the Professor, but the older man sometimes made him feel confident enough to explain his situation.

Dumbledore hums at his explanation, turning his gaze towards his desk. “When will your next heat be?” He randomly asks, startling Y/n.

“I—I’m to start next week but there could be a possibility of it happening this week.”

Dumbledore walks over to his desk, obtaining some paper and a feather as he began to write. “I won’t ask the ministry to give you more suppressants, this is the third time this month and it isn’t healthy. You can get yourself hurt and sick.” The Professor mutters. “Instead, I advice you to spend your heat alone and away from everyone—“ y/n gaps. “I know you hate the idea but it’s for the best.” Dumbledore finishes his writing and hands him the letter.

“Provide this to your professors, I’m allowing you skip two weeks of class work. You are to be isolated until your heat is resolved.”

Y/n opens and closes his mouth. “Where exactly would I go? I can’t spend my heat in my dorm.”

“Ah, yes I forgot.” The older Beta is quick to snatch up his ink pen, writing a few words on a separate piece of paper. “On the other side of the school there is a hidden room called the Room of Requirements. Say these words and think about how you want the room to appear to you and it’ll keep you safe and locked away.”

“Does anyone else know about this place?”

Dumbledore shakes his head. “No one else but me.” He gives Y/n a small pat on the shoulder, pity in his eyes as he sighs. “I’m sorry Y/n, but it’s for the best.” He tells him.

Y/n can only provide him a sincere smile. “Thank you Professor, good night.” With that he leaves the professors office and heads down the hall, heading back to his chambers in order to get ready for his two weeks.

Turning down a hall he slams into a hard chest, groaning he looks up to see Riddle staring down at him, giving him a grin. “It’s a bit late to be out isn’t it?” He questions, raising a brow as Y/n rolls his eyes.

“I don’t have time for you, Tom.”

He brushes past Tom, leaving him stunned by the sudden name change. Tom was always called ‘riddle’ by y/n, so it was the first time that he’s ever heard him say his name without a hint of hatred in it.

Tom can’t help but become curious at the young boys change, giving the corridors a glance he decided to follow him back to the Slytherin common room. The other students were getting ready for bed, the room full of students talking with friends while other head to there rooms.

Tom searches for Y/n in the crowd, unable to find him. He cursed under his breath as the room began to clear, but still no sign of Y/n.

“Looking for someone, Tom?” He hears Malfoy say, standing near him as he grin. Tom gives him a hum in return. “No, just making sure that everyone heads to bed, including you Malfoy.” He instructs causing the other to scoff as he heads upstairs.

Tom spends another few minutes downstairs, waiting for Y/n only for him to not appear. Growing frustrated he decides to leave to his own private room, in hopes of seeing him in the morning either during breakfast or class.

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Tom doesn’t see him during breakfast or during there first class together. In fact, he doesn’t see him anywhere throughout the day. He knows not to ask around, it’ll only cause the others to grow suspicious of him. He spends the majority of his day in class and pleasing his professors with his hard work and assignments, he ignores the other students during dinner. His mind drifting off to Y/n, wanting to know where he was at the moment.

“There’s a quidditch game soon, Slytherin against Hufflepuff.” Said Lestrange with a snicker as they conversed with the others, Including him every once an awhile not that he minded. “You’ll be there, right?” Asked Malfoy, pulling Tom out of his thoughts. “Not quiet sure yet, been busy.” He mumbles out, completely lying to them. He hasn’t been busy, he has all the time he needs he’s just been distracted with the disappearance of Y/n.

He hasn’t seen the young man in four days, it’s like he never existed. He wants to ask around but knows that he can’t or else people will think that there hatred towards each other is suspicious. Tom shakes his head, focusing on food.

“Did you hear?”

“What?”

“I heard that there’s an Omega in heat right now but won’t reveal who it is.”

“Really? I heard that an Omega got caught doing it with one of the older students.”

Tom froze at the sudden words, glancing over to the group of girls who gossiped about the rumors. “Where exactly did you hear that?!” One of the girls whispers, earning a laugh from the other.

Tom shifts his gaze away from them, staring at his food and thinks. Y/n had been missing for four days, the rumors about an Omega running around in heat started four days ago. As he began to connect the dots his eyes slowly widen.

Y/n is an Omega who is in heat.

Tom always thought that the other was an Alpha due to the way he acted and stood up for himself. He was strong spirited and didn’t allow others to walk all over him.

Without thinking, tom stands up quickly and stumbled out of the dinning hall, rushing down the corridors.

“Why spend your time here when you can be locked away in your room?”

Y/n glared at him as the two stood inside the room of requirements alone. “Maybe I like the peace and quiet so fuck off.”

Tom had caught him sneaking inside that room before, hiding away from other as he studied alone or spent his time alone in that room doing who knows what. But, now that the rumors of an Omega in heat were spreading. He can’t help but know where he is.

As Tom reached the end of a hallway he looks over his shoulder, no students were around as he turns back to the wall, giving himself some time to imagine the entrance as the door slowly began to appear. Once the room appears to him he quietly pushes the door open.

A strong smell hitting him as he pushes the door open, he groans and steps inside to see Y/n curled up under a few blankets, heading him whimper and whine. Tom quickly closes the door behind him. He couldn’t allow the other Alphas around the castle to smell Y/n.

The sound of the door closing caused Y/n to jolt in fright, peaking out from under the covers as his eyes soften. “Tom?” He slurs out, shifting slowly as he sits up.

Tom froze in spot. Y/n was naked, the blankets covering him well but enough for him to know that he was naked under the covers. The Slytherin Alpha growls at himself, forcing himself to stay in control. Tom wasn’t one to lose control over someone’s heat, he’s taught himself over the years to control his lust when someone was in heat.

“Tom.” He hears his soft voice again.

Tom eyes Y/n as he asks. “I heard you were in heat? Didn’t expect you to be here alone.” He tilts his head to the side. “Omegas shouldn’t spend there heat alone, heard it’s dangerous and painful.” He adds. “Don’t you have someone to help you?”

Y/n looks down in shame, shaking his head as he curls up under the covers. “No one.” He mumbles out. Every since he was presented as an Omega he was always told to be careful and to never spend a heat alone. Y/n didn’t have anyone who could take care of him, he was afraid of getting to close with someone, afraid of being used by someone who only sees him as a toy.

Y/n is startled by Toms sudden growl. “You’re all alone?” He blurts out, stepping closer to him as he whines. “You shouldn’t be alone in pain.” He didn’t sound pleased at the idea of Y/n being alone during his heat.

Y/n moans at Toms smell once he stepped closer, his instincts taking over as he grinds against the covers. “Tom.” He says again, panting in pleasure.

Tom looks away, holding himself back. “I’ll get out of your way.” He turns around to leave only to be stopped by Y/n’s sudden whine and plead. “Please don’t go.”

Tom looks over his shoulder to see Y/n on his knees, gripping the blankets around him. Stroking himself in front of the other, his eyes full of lust. “Please Tom, I’m fine with you. Please, I want you.” With that Tom let himself go. Bouncing on the other as he smashed there lips together, allowing his other side to show.

He pulls away and stands up from the bed to undo his belt buckle. At first Y/n blinks in confusion at him, not understanding why his lips were suddenly gone. He had been thoroughly enjoying Tom kissing him. But when he catches the devious expression on the older boy’s face and how he is stepping out of his own pants, Y/n’s nerves shoot up when he realises he’s about to lose his virginity to the Head Boy.

As the older boy takes off his shirt, pulls down his briefs as well and steps out of them, he doesn’t take his eyes off the staring Omega in front of him. He knows the boy will be pleased with what he has in store for him but he can’t hide his own excitement when Y/n looks at him like he is something to be worshipped as well.

With both of them completely naked now and painfully hard, Tom crawls back on the bed, between those delicious legs, and moves his member along Y/n’s, drawing another groan from him. When his little snake is relaxing against his touch once more, he takes the lube and covers his cock with the right amount of it to make the upcoming entrance smooth enough.

“Relax, Y/n.” he breathes against the boy’s lips but he is still keeping his ass muscles clenched. “I need you to allow me in. Don’t you want that? For me to fill you completely, make you mine?”

Y/n bites his lip, wrapping his arms around Tom’s neck as he nods rapidly, panting as he whines out. “Yes, please Tom, please fill me up!”

Tom can barely contain the groan that rumbles in his throat when he pushes all the way inside and buries his cock in all the way, to his balls. The whimpers coming from the other Slytherin underneath him, in combination with the incredibly tight ass gripping his cock makes it nearly impossible to prevent Tom from driving into Y/n relentlessly. He wants to fuck him at a vicious pace but the other is still getting used to being stretched like this and he doesn’t want to do anything that might make the boy resent his first time. He wants him to enjoy it so that he will beg Tom afterwards to do it again and again. When he feels like he’s given Y/n enough time to adjust, he pulls back slowly and pushes back in. “Yes, t—Tom!” His grip hardens around his shoulders. “Faster, there.”

“Y/n.” He calls for the whimpering boy’s attention who opens his bleary eyes to look up at him.

Merlin, could he be any more delicious?

“Wrap your legs around me,” He orders.

With one leg wrapped around the man taking him, Y/n finds it easier to move back against Tom. Though he can’t follow the pace that Tom keeps picking up every time he thinks he’s gotten the hang of it, he is eagerly pushing back against the cock in his ass now. Just when he thinks this can’t get any better, Tom presses against something inside of him that makes him scream and arch his back.

“T-Tom!” He gasps and the other one’s eyes darken when he hears his name.

Tom picks up the pace and starts fucking Y/n brutally. But the boy takes it all in eagerly when he keeps hitting that sweet spot inside of him every few thrusts. With Y/n moaning and begging incoherent things, Tom realises that Y/n is close to his climax. Burying his face in his neck, his second hand grips the thrusting hips as well and gives him leverage to drive hard and fast into him.

He doesn’t reach towards the other one’s cock to pull the orgasm out of him. He wants the other to come from just his dick filling up his ass. His Omega is so close now, he just needs a little push.

“Come for me, Y/n.”

It’s too much. The cock filling him completely, the friction of Tom’s stomach on his own cock, the husky voice whispering commands into his ear. It is all too much for the inexperienced boy to handle and overwhelms him like a tidal wave.

“Tom,” He gasps out, moving down against him as he shakes in his hold. “Mark me.” He moans against his ear, causing Tom’s eyes to widen at the sudden command. Marking was serious and to have Y/n trusting him into being his forever was something he never thought of happening.

Lost in there lust he speeds his hips faster, slamming into him. Y/n gaps out his name, Y/n drowns in pleasure and shoots his load with a shout of relief once Tom sinks his teeth into him.

Y/n’s body shakes when the orgasm wrecks through him and Tom can feel him coming on his chest. Tom doesn’t slow down when the ass tightens even more around him and grips him almost painfully. He continues to drive relentlessly into him, eager to find his own release.

When y/n’s trembling slows down, Tom pushes in one more time before letting out a deep rumble and cumming deep inside of him. Tom pulls out of his mate and lies down on the bed beside him, staring up at the ceiling. He casts a cleaning spell on the both of them while Y/n is still panting and trying to get down from the high even though his cock has already released all of his semen.

Y/n curls up close to Tom, nudging his nose against his neck. Tom sighs softly as he turns onto his side, pulling him close to his chest and pressing soft kisses into his neck and trailing up to his lips. He kisses him softly, making sure that he isn’t being too rough. “Your warm.” He hears Y/n mutter out, his eyes droopy as he nuzzled his face.

Tom chuckles. “Get some rest my little snake.” He whispers against his head, kissing his forehead as the other dozed off on his chest. He pulls the covers over them while still holding Y/n in his arms, the next few days are going to be busy to him if he is to keep his omega satisfied and happy. Tom grins at the thought of Y/n being his.

He licks the mark on his neck and chuckles. “All mine.”

[soulmate-game]

Daughter of wonderwoman au where marinette finds out her mother is actually Diana and somehow it ends up with her meeting/being introduced to the batfam maybe because she has super strength and is seen yeeting some bad guys who tried to mug her... Or something.

“... you are running from your problems, Mari,” Adrien’s exasperated voice reminded his best friend. Again. She ignored him, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. “Look, you don’t have to do anything about it! Nobody would hold it against you if you decided to just, ignore that you found anything out at all. But you need to actually think about what we just found out and decide whether or not you’re gonna do anything—“ he side-stepped a piece of trash that went flying in his direction. “—or if you’re gonna move on and pretend nothing happened.”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” Marinette shot back, pushing her bangs out of her face and tying her hair back with one hand.

“No, you’re currently hiding away in Gotham to avoid your parents while you beat up every random group of idiots who thinks you’re an easy mark,” he retorted. Another wannabe kidnapper went flying in his direction, making him sigh and side step again. She had thrown that one with only her one free hand, showing just how upset she was. “You’re ignoring everything in your life, which is not what we meant we said you should get a little space.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette dropkicked the last criminal into unconsciousness before stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. She looked over at the now seven passed out men in the alleyway, and the one very frustrated ex-model pinching the bride of his nose. “I think I’m coping just fine.”

“It’s better than being forced to suppress all of your emotions, sure,” Adrien reluctantly agreed. “But not by much. Your angry rampage through Gotham has already attracted more attention,” he raised his hand to point at a nearby rooftop. Several shadows lurked there, looming over the building’s edge. “Which, might I add, is exactly why I told you not to come to Gotham.”

“You’re the one who followed me here,” she shot back before turning to the shadowy figures above them. “Go ahead and come down! But it was self defense, and you can’t arrest or beat me up for defending myself!”

The first figure to drop down straightened your just as quickly, revealing the imposing figure of none other than Batman himself. The little white eyes on his cowl seemed to narrow on their own as he looked down at her.

“That might be true, but I’m sure you know my policy on metas in my city,” he grumbled back at her. He wasn’t necessarily threatening, but he definitely wasn’t welcoming either. With all of his limbs hidden behind the cocoon that was his cape, Marinette would never be able to predict his next move if he did decide to fight. Not that she seemed particularly worried about that as she crossed her arms over her chest and met his glare evenly.

“Oh, do you own this city now? I wasn’t given the memo,” she retorted. “And considering I didn’t even know I was a meta until last week? I think I deserve a little slack. I’m angry and if people think the tiny little girl in pink is an easy kidnapping target, then it’s their fault for making themselves into the perfect practice dummies for me to try out my newly discovered strength on.”

Adrien saw the eyes on Batman’s mask narrow even further. Marinette wasn’t exactly at her most charismatic at the moment, and Adrien didn’t wanna get the both of them into a bad relationship with the experienced superhero who always seemed to know things he shouldn’t know. So he stepped up quickly, getting in between Marinette and the Bat and holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Okay, Monsieur Batman,” Adrien started slowly, making sure his posture was impeccable and his smile bright. “She’s telling the truth, even if she’s not... the most tactful about it right now. She just found out some very concerning things about her origin and Gotham is the best place for her to hide from her problems and let loose a little pent up aggression. But— well,” he grimaced. “We didn’t intend to run into you guys, but maybe it’s a good thing we did.”

“How so?” Batman was clearly still incredibly suspicious of the both of them and wasn’t giving an inch. So Marinette rolled her eyes (she was still very moody) and leaned around Adrien so she could get a good look at the monochromatic hero.

“I thank my lucky spots that we ran into you, Batman!” She said monotonously. “Me and Adrien are paw-sitively excited at this opportunity.”

Batman. Froze.

Not only were those two lines the very first lines ever spoken to him by two foreign heroes a few years ago (with a few key words changed to protect identities), but they had become their code phrase for whenever they made calls to one another outside of their costumes. All at once it seemed to hit him— the golden hair and bright green eyes on the boy, the blue-black hair and normally super-focused bluebell eyes on the girl that were currently sporting very uncharacteristic frustration. Their heights. Their builds. All of this info flowed through his mind and compared to the information stored in his memory, and it only took the span of two seconds for everything to click.

Suddenly Batman was at full attention, back straight instead of looming over them and eyebrows clearly raised high under his cowl.

He knew Chat Noir and Ladybug would never take a random vacation to Gotham. Ladybug herself had nearly waxed poetic about how much the city depressed her just from the pictures she saw online. If she had willingly come to visit, it was more than to just blow off some steam.

“Batcave?” He asked, earning a relieved look from Adrien and a moody silence from Marinette.

“Please,” Adrien agreed. “You can probably help us, actually.”

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Marinette leaned back in the metal debriefing chair, legs up on the table and looking for all the world as the picture of pure teenage rebellion and angst. Coincidentally, Red Hood was in the exact same position in the chair next to her.

Batman and all of his other bats and birds were in the cave with the two off-duty Parisian heroes. Everyone except Adrien and Marinette still had their masks on, since the two Parisians were still not privy to their identities. Yet.

To be fair, the bats hadn’t known the identities of the two miraculous users either before today.

“Cha Noir,” Batman started, only to get a head shake from the blond boy.

“Just call me Adrien. Chat’s out of the bag—“ he ignored the groans at the pun and soldiered on, “—so might as well use my real name.”

Batman nodded. “Adrien, then,” he amended. “Why are you and Ladybug really in Gotham?”

Adrien sighed. “I wasn’t lying, before. Marinette,” he gestured to his hero partner. “Just found out some distressing family news. Since HawkMoth is gone, she doesn’t need to repress her negative emotions anymore. But she also didn’t want to be around her parents while she processed everything. I told her to choose any other city— really, I begged— but she insisted on coming to Gotham.”

“The never ending cloud cover and constant rain seem thematic,” she finally spoke up, reaching into her big over-the-shoulder bag and pulling out a large envelope. She threw it to Batman, making the thin package slice through the air like a knife. To nobody’s surprise the seasoned hero easily caught the projectile between two fingers. He looked at the envelope and back to Marinette, silent questions floating in the air between them. Marinette decided to answer at her own pace.

“That’s what we found out. You see, one of my friends is a huge science nerd. A genius. And he wanted to compare DNA samples between us to see if there were any genetic components that determined a person’s suitability towards certain Miraculous or other magical artifacts over others. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that he didn’t expect any breakthroughs on. He mostly just wanted to satisfy his own curiosity. But instead of finding out if our DNA was linked to the miraculous, he found out that my parents are not biologically my parents.”

“Hence the whole just finding out that you’re a meta thing, right?” Nightwing spoke up, fully invested in the story. “Did they never say you were adopted before?”

“It’s not in the system,” she replied easily. “My parents have all the documentation to prove that I’m their biological child, except I’m not. When I confronted them about it, they caved and admitted that they had adopted me in secret and covered it up. Apparently a friend of theirs was involved in something illegal, and,” she waved at the envelope that Batman was now opening. “The details of what we were able to dig up are in there. The summary is this; their friend was part of a secret, illegal experimentation to create clones that could defeat the Justice League—“ the air seemed to get sucked out of the room as soon as those words left Marinette’s mouth. Everyone seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. “—a group called CADMUS. They made me, as apparently one of their early attempts. But I didn’t exhibit any of the powers they were looking for, or any meta traits at all, and my body refused to mature at the rate they wanted. They had no use for a seemingly normal human baby that they managed to clone, so they were preparing to kill me and start over. That’s when my parent’s friend stole me, not wanting to kill an infant, and begged my parents to take me in and pretend I was theirs. Low and behold, it turns out that my DNA just needed a very specific series of emotions to unlock it’s latent abilities.”

“Those emotions being..?” Red hood trailed off, earning a wolfish smile from Marinette.

“Intense anger, betrayal, and confused frustration closely followed by the desire to punch other people’s faces in.”

“That last one is just an assumption,” Adrien chimed in. “And maybe not accurate. But the first three, our scientist friend was able to confirm. The rapid experience of a lot of negative but action-oriented emotions released whatever had been holding back the powers in her DNA from expressing themselves,” he had switched to French so that he could explain everything exactly as Max had told it to them, but he knew all of them were fluent anyway so it was fine. They nodded along, processing the information.

The crinkling of paper drew everyone’s attention back to Batman, who had been flipping through the detailed break down of everything they had found about Marinette’s situation and how she was made by CADMUS.

“Uh,” Red Robin nervously spoke up. “What’s up, Batman?”

“Your genetic donors...” Batman breathed, getting a wink and finger guns from Marinette.

“Yup. Isn’t that just the most fucked up thing you’ve ever seen? They were clearly trying to make someone who could destroy the world.”

“That makes me nervous,” Nightwing admitted, getting up and going to get a look at the papers himself. “It can’t be that ba—“

When even Nightwing was left agape, everyone else who wasn’t in on it found themselves squirming.

“Just tell the rest of us, already!” Robin demanded after the silence stretched just a bit too long.

“The unknowing genetic donors that CADMUS used to make me,” Marinette spoke up, still with her legs up on the table. “Are a very mad-scientist’s-wet-dream combination of Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, and Wonder Woman.”

“We don’t even know why they added Bruce Wayne’s DNA,” Adrien admitted. “Although our scientist friend thinks it’s because of physique. His hypothesis is that, in order to support the genes of Wonder Woman, they had to add male genetics that could support the production of a very high muscle mass and would lean towards easy development of a very athletic body. Lex might be evil-scientist smart, but he’s a string bean. But if he added the DNA of another multi millionaire who just so happens to maintain a ridiculously fit body without putting any obvious work into it,” Adrien shrugged. “Then maybe the clone would be able to support Wonder Woman’s genetics and that of two human donors without falling apart.”

“So I’m ‘the clone’ now, huh?” Marinette snarked, earning an exasperated eye roll from her friend.

Batman just stared at the both of them for a moment. He walked away without a word, and came back with a fresh needle and a box. He placed it on the debriefing table.

“Can I do a paternity test myself?” He asked, his voice suspiciously less gruff than normal. “I trust the both of you, but I rather be safe than sorry with something like this.”

The both of them just stared at him in confusion. They traded a glance, and finally Marinette shrugged and moved to sit in her chair properly. Her shirt was already short sleeved, so she just held her arm out so Batman could easily get a blood sample.

“Sure, why not. But do you just have Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne’s DNA sitting around to compare, or—“ she shut up when she watched Batman take off his glove and roll his own sleeve up. Realization slowly sunk in as he asked Nightwing to take a blood sample from him.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, eyes wide. “You’re— and Luthor doesn’t know— holy shit this is even worse than I thought,” Marinette rambled, not even noticing as Red Hood moved forward and took a small blood sample from her.

Adrien put a hand over his face and just laughed for a moment hysterically. “Oh my god,” he looked over at Marinette. “You could take over the world.”

“I have the blood of Batman AND Wonder Woman on MY side,” Marinette joked back, also hysterical.

When the bat’s high tech equipment was able to come back with a positive result only a few minutes later, Marinette and Adrien had to sit on the floor and just let it all sink in. Which Batman did not at all help by immediately unmasking himself and trying to make a proper introduction.

“I wanna go beat up random thugs again,” Marinette whined, pulling at her hair. “I’ll put on a mask, whatever, but just please let me punch people. I need to punch people right now.”

[noteguk]

bad influence | jjk | m

— summary; in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, jk has a big dick and an attitude, unprotected sex (condoms are your friends), jk being kind of a douche, use of the word “slut”, cum eating, creampie, cockwarming, possessiveness, he slaps her ass like once, enemies to fuckbuddies pretty much 

— words; 4.5k

— author’s note; I got carried away because I don’t know how to control myself!!! Also bad boy Jungkook is a fucking concept and I’m exhausted. Have fun. //  BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

You didn’t even know who you were trying to convince when you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for Jungkook’s cheap charms anymore because, clearly, that wasn’t working. Every time you saw him, every dumb promise you made in front of the mirror came crumbling down, erasing your defenses along with it. 

That whole “falling for the bad boy” fiasco was really pathetic, and you knew that terribly well. You thought you had prepared yourself well enough to see through that mess of testosterone and leather jackets, of hollow smirks and messy dark hair. You knew better than to get involved with someone that didn’t take anything seriously and, worse, that mocked you for doing the opposite. 

You knew that Jeon Jungkook was nothing but trouble and, yet, you came crawling back to him every single time.  

“Fuck,” he moaned against your mouth, his eyes flickering shut at another roll of your hips. His voice was so deep, so rough, that you felt yourself clenching around nothing, a small whimper dripping from your lips as you pressed your panties against his bulge one more time. “You should wear skirts more often, you look like a sexy schoolgirl.”

You rolled your eyes, struggling to keep your balance on his lap. Straddling him on the driver seat of his car really wasn’t how you thought your night out would end, but it wasn’t all that surprising either. “I fucking hate you sometimes,” you spat.

Jungkook smirked, taking one of his large hands to the back of your head. “Only sometimes? I should try harder, then.”

You were left without a chance to respond because, within a second, he was pressing his lips against yours in a deep, sensual kiss. Jungkook always made out with you like he was about to lose you, like he was drowning and you were his last, desperate gush of air. Jungkook had been the only one who had ever kissed you like that, so messy, but yet so passionate; every curl of his tongue against yours making you melt in his embrace. You, of course, would never tell him how much you liked it, your pride would never allow you to do so.

His palm was firm and hot against your cheek, tilting your head slightly to the side so he could deepen the kiss. His other hand was tenderly placed on your hips, guiding them as you continued to grind against his clothed erection. The air inside his car was so heavy that you felt as if you couldn’t even breathe, only small whimpers echoing between your mouths at the gentle caresses of your clit against the fabric of his pants. 

But, as much as Jungkook was having fun, that grinding session was starting to annoy him a bit. He had been waiting to have you all night — going through the motions of boring bar conversations and brushing off the shameless flirting of other girls — and he wasn’t going to spend his sweet time just dry humping you like you two were horny teenagers. 

So, he took his shot as you raised your hips from his. Before you could move your body down once again, one of his hands traveled beneath the hem of your skirt, his nails pressing down on the skin of your thighs as he made his way towards your pussy. Jungkook had been daydreaming about your cunt wrapping around his cock for far too long then, and he needed to remind himself of how good that felt. 

“Fuck, babygirl, look at you… You’re soaked and I didn’t even touch you yet.” Jungkook smirked wickedly, his fingers faintly tracing its way up and down your clothed folds. You shivered at the contact, biting on your lip to avoid moaning out — he, of course, noticed that. He had quite the natural talent when it came to seeing what made you tick. “Why are you holding back, baby? Afraid that someone will hear you?” 

Your only response was a shaky breath from your nose, the words far too complicated to leave your mouth. Only Jungkook, in all of his great self, was able to make you such a mess so quickly, and you hated your body for being so reactive under his touches. It was the expectation, you noticed, the anticipation of knowing how well he fucked you, of knowing he was only taking his time before ruining you. 

Without hesitation, he pulled your panties to the side and placed two of his fingers between your pussy lips, barely brushing your entrance. Jungkook covered his digits with your wetness and moved them toward your clit, pressing them delicately on your sensitive nub. “I asked you a question, baby.” 

A bit overwhelmed, you breathed out, trying to keep yourself composed. It was almost impossible when it came to him. “Yeah, I don’t want people to know,” you admitted. 

He knew that, of course. It was a common worry amongst the two of you — especially when Jungkook had such a thing when it came to risky places to have sex in. Fucking you in his car, right outside the bar where you two had accidentally ran into each other, was far from being one of the most out-there situations he had created. 

“Hm? Know what?” He continued playing his self-indulgent game, pressing down on your clit. Your body jilted at the contact, mouth parting slightly and hands resting on his broad shoulders as he began slowly moving in circles over your sweet spot. “That pretty little ___ isn’t such a good girl, after all?” 

“J-Jungkook,” his name was a pathetic moan that died on your tongue, barely a whispered plea as he continued his advances on your clit. You had broken down so easy and so fast, you didn’t even remember you had once promised yourself that you would never come back to his bad boy shenanigans. 

But it was so, so hard to keep yourself away from him. You were only human, and Jungkook was this little demon ruining you just a bit more every time. 

“Are you worried that they’ll know that, beneath all those good grades, all those nights spent studying in your room, all that fucking charity work...” His fingers pressed harshly against your clit and your back arched, making you almost hit the steering wheel behind you. The thought of accidentally pressing down the horn made your blood run cold, and you forced yourself to lean back against his chest. “That under all that, you’re still a slut for my cock?” 

Your eyes fluttered shut, pleasure starting to climb up your spine as his voice guided you towards the past. All the times you snuck out during the night, all the times he fucked you raw after just bickering with you in front of your friends. All the times you told everyone that he was just a pile of trouble, and yet you begged for him to bury himself between your thighs until you were crying out his name. Really, it was difficult to find a bratty clapback when he was fucking you senseless, and Jungkook seemed to like that discovery just as much as you. 

And still, sometimes he didn’t like when you didn’t answer him. 

“You’re so shy all of a sudden…” he trailed off, taking one of his hands to pull up your crop top. He didn’t take it off, especially when he knew you’d freak out being topless in a public parking lot, he just needed to have better access to your bra. “You aren’t this quiet when you’re around other people, though. Always mocking me, being so mean…” 

“Don’t play the victim, you do the same to me,” you found the strength to respond, making Jungkook stop his motions on your clit right away. You sighed in frustration, your shoulders falling as you watched him lick his lips. “Why did you stop?”

“I’m waiting,” he said.

“For what?” 

“For an answer, baby.” He smirked. “You’re so mean. You always leave me hanging.” 

“That’s not true,” you said, taking your hands to his nape. There, you played with the strands of his hair, making him groan after a harsh pull. “What’s the question?” 

Jungkook hummed, taking his free hand to your bra and cupping one of your breasts — his other one was still paused, hovering over your clit like an unspoken promise. “Do people know?” He repeated, unclamping your bra with one swift motion and pushing it up along with your top. “Do they know how much of a dirty girl you are?” 

You swallowed hard and pushed your body against his fingers, trying to find some more friction. “I’m not,” you said, but could not believe your own words. “It’s just—“

The lie vanished the second that his lips found your nipple, his velvety tongue coming out to circle around it before he gave you a harsh suck. You pressed yourself closer to his mouth at the contact, and you could no longer hide the needy moan that escaped you — which seemed to satisfy Jungkook. 

“You’re not?” He spoke as he pulled away from your breast. Jungkook’s fingers slithered away from your clit and dove inside your pussy without further warning, making you cry out his name. No matter how many times you touched yourself, your fingers could never compare to his larger ones, making you stretch out so sweetly around them. “So why are you soaking my fingers like this? That’s so filthy, baby...” 

You clenched your teeth. “God, you’re so annoying.” 

“And you’re so wet,” this time, however, the mockery in his voice had faded a bit, giving space to a newfound wave of lust. As much as Jungkook loved to tease you, he was quite fast to break too — and the lewd sounds of your pussy were making him lose his mind. “Are you remembering all the times I fucked you before? All the times I pounded this tight pussy until you were crying? Begging for my cock?” 

God, you could feel as the heat started to spread down your body, guided by his words alone. When you spoke again, your voice wasn’t as firm as you expected. “J-Jungkook, that’s not…”

“Not what, baby?” He interrupted, tilting his head to the side. You hated how clothed he was, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted to ride him like that — in that stupid leather jacket of his. “You didn’t like it?”

“I- I did.” It was getting hard to think when his thick fingers were pumping in and out of you so well. “I loved it.”

Those words left your throat before you could stop yourself, and your heart almost sank when you realized you had actually praised Jungkook, local douchebag, for something. You knew that he wouldn’t let that go anytime soon. “Loved being fucked like a good slut, right?” He asked, moving his fingers faster. You moaned especially loud when he started pushing them apart, scissoring you. 

“Yes,” you gasped, utterly defeated at that point. 

“Hmmm… so let me ask you again, and I expect a direct answer this time,” Jungkook said, leaning his head against the crook of your neck. His voice was a cloud of heat against your skin, vibrating up and down your body. “Do people know that you’re a slut for my cock?”

“No,” you finally responded, fingers digging on his hair. Your pleasure was increasing so fast that you knew it was just a matter of time before you were cumming around his fingers, like you had done so many times before. “Only you know, Jungkook.” 

That seemed to really satisfy him, because it was his turn to grunt against your flesh. The sound of his voice, so hoarse and guttural, made you clench around his fingers. “You’re getting so tight, baby.” He breathed out, unable to hide the desire that coated his words. Jungkook really needed to feel that delicious pussy of yours around his cock before he went insane. “Close?”

This time, your answer didn’t take long to come out. “Yes.”

“I have another question for you,” he started, and you would've rolled your eyes at him if you weren’t so awfully close to your high. “Do you wanna come on my cock or my fingers?”

“Both, please,” you moaned out and rolled your hips against his hand, dignity long forgotten. You wondered what your friends would say if they knew you were pleading for Jungkook, of all people, to make you cum. 

“Not both, you have to pick one.” Jungkook stopped his movements for the second time that night, and you couldn’t help cursing out at the absence of motion. You clenched around his fingers, making a sly smirk spread across his features. “I’m feeling especially greedy tonight.”

“Fuck you,” you said, taking a moment to organize your thoughts. As much as you really, really needed to cum, the idea of not having Jungkook’s dick inside you was much worse than waiting just a few more minutes to have it. “Your cock.”

He smiled and, for a moment, he almost looked innocent. Almost. “I thought so,” Jungkook teased, giving you one final pump of his fingers and watching as you bit your lip at the abrupt feeling. “I know you love it.” 

You scoffed. “You have such an attitude.” 

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as he removed his fingers from your pussy, watching how they shimmered, coated by your wetness. He looked up at you and took his hand towards your mouth. “Let me see you taste it,” he told you, tapping on your bottom lip. Obedient, you opened your mouth for him, allowing for his digits to slither inside. With a whimper, you sucked him like you would his cock, curling your tongue around him in a way that left Jungkook cursing out. “So fucking hot.” 

His eyes were focused on your mouth as he pulled his fingers away from it, swallowing dry at the “pop” sound it made when it left your lips. “Now,” he almost groaned, “let me taste it.” 

Jungkook crashed his mouth on yours, making you moan against his kiss once again. His tongue hungrily danced with yours, searching for your taste as his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you down against his aching member. You never wanted something as much as you wanted to feel him inside you right then, and Jungkook also didn’t want to wait any longer. 

He smirked against your mouth when he heard the sound of his zipper opening, your hands working fast to pull his pants down. “I told you that you love my cock.”

“God,” you complained, pulling at the hem of his pants. Jungkook raised his hips from the seat so you could slide them down, bringing his underwear along with it. “Do you ever stop talking?” 

“Only when you let me eat you out.” His cock had sprung free, resting against his abdomen as your hands moved to grab it. Again, another compliment that you would never give him, but Jungkook had one of the prettiest (and biggest) dicks you had ever seen; already so enlarged and red-tipped, leaking with pre-cum. Just looking at it made you horny, and it wasn’t long before you were taking it in your hand, giving it a few pumps before brushing your thumb over his crown, spreading his wetness all over it. “Fuck, that feels good.” 

The pleasure in his voice almost blinded you for a moment, making you forget what had been your intention in the first place. However, as you felt yourself clenching around nothing, you came back to your senses. 

“I wanna feel your warm little cunt around me, baby,” Jungkook breathed out, watching as your hand continued to pump him. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling especially nice tonight,” you told him, placing your thighs closer to his center. With a grunt of expectation, Jungkook’s eyes followed as you raised your skirt with one hand and guided his cock towards your heat with the other one. “Ready to make your schoolgirl fantasy come to life?” 

He opened his lips to respond, but his voice was lost the second that you pressed his tip against your opening, coating his cock with your warmness. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, hands grabbing your ass as you sank down on him. 

“Oh, God,” you whined as you bottomed out, your walls pulsating around him as you got used to his size. No matter how many times he fucked you, you couldn’t get used to his large size and the amazing way he filled you up like no one else could. “Jungkook, you’re so big.” 

That was another comment that, unfortunately, you could not hold back. Because you hated yourself, that was why. “You can take it, baby,” he said, pressing down on your ass. “Be a good girl and take everything.” 

With his added force, you sank down until you had all of him inside you, practically sitting against his thighs by the time you were done. Taken away by the delicious feeling of his thick cock inside you, you started slowly setting a pace, moving up just so you could crash back down; the sound of skin on skin filling the still, muffled atmosphere of his car. 

“Shiiiiit, ____, you’re so tight.” He breathed out heavy, watching the way your bodies connected; the way his dick was coated by your wetness. “I can’t get used to it, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever had.” 

Now it was your time to be carried away by his compliments. It was stupid, but having Jungkook praise you (especially after he spent most of his days making fun of you) had you feeling over the moon. Before you could hold yourself back, you were already setting up a rhythm, bouncing up and down on him in a way that got him seeing stars; moaning in delight every time you rolled your hips on him. 

“Fuck, yeah, ride this cock,” Jungkook groaned, thowing his head back against the seat. His hair was a mess, falling over his eyes and gluing against his sweaty forehead; and yet he looked like sin incarnated as you fucked yourself onto him. Those saliva-coated lips, those furrowed eyebrows, and the deep, hungry gaze that he sent you way every time you sunk down on him would be the death of you. 

Jungkook breathed out as you started to pick up your pace, your hands pressing down on his shoulders as your ass bounced against his thighs. “Such a good slut,” he praised breathlessly, taking one of his hands to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes.  “Such a filthy little thing.” 

Pride forgotten, you knew what he wanted to hear. “O-only for you,” your words were a confusing mess of syllables, mind drunk on the feeling of his big cock pumping in and out of you. Only Jungkook could fill you up like that, only he could make you such a mess so quickly. 

“Oh, I know, baby.” His palm came down heavy against the globe of your ass, stinging your skin and making you cry out in an amazing mixture of pain and desire. You whimpered at the feeling that his slap left behind, your eyes dazed and unfocused as you looked down at the boy. “This pussy is all mine.” 

You called out his name as he started thrusting up, the force of his movements increasing your pleasure immensely. You loved when Jungkook started to get rough with you, when he started to use you like you were just a doll for him to seek his own high. 

He pulled on your hair, making your head tilt backwards and presenting him with a glorious view of your neck. Jungkook groaned against your flesh, his lips and tongue attacking your skin in a way that you knew would leave marks the following day — just the way he liked it. “I want to fuck you forever,” he moaned, “Wanna make this pussy so messy with my cum. Mark it as my own.”

“It’s yours, Jungkook,” you told him, lost in the buildup of your pleasure. “It’s all yours.”

He groaned, and the force of his hips snapping against yours only increased. Weak, you allowed your body to tumble against his strong chest, letting him use you the way he wanted it. 

“Such a tight and wet pussy for me,” he moaned out through clenched teeth. Jungkook looked almost animalistic then, only wanting to fuck you until his stamina ran out. “Say my name, baby.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasped. 

“Louder,” he hissed, buckling his hips higher. The feeling of his cock thrusting upwards and reaching even deeper inside you got you seeing stars, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. “I want everyone to hear it. Hear how good I make you feel, hear that this pussy is all mine.” 

Any other time, you would refuse to do something so absurd — but, at that moment, your mind was floating far away from that car, and all that you wanted was to be a good girl for him. “Jungkook!” you called his name louder, moaning out at you felt his cock throbbing inside you. 

“Again,” he rasped out, his jaw clenching. 

“Jungkook, fuck!” You almost yelled out, the world turning into nothing as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock. Moments like those were wonderful: all your problems went away, and you could only focus on the way he made you feel so deliciously full. 

“Ah, that’s it, shit,” he cursed out, member throbbing inside your pussy, “I’m gonna fucking cum.” 

You cried out at the thought, wanting nothing more than to see him cuming because of you. “C-Cum inside me, please.”

“Yeah, baby,” he said, his voice lost in pleasure. You could feel his desperation from the way his hips crashed against yours with much more force, hitting deep inside you. “Take everything.” 

His mind went blank when you clenched around his cock, wiping everything away from him but the delicious feeling of your walls sinking down on him. Jungkook looked like he was in a haze, his eyes unfocused and teeth sinking on his lip, barely watching the way he disappeared inside you. He only needed a bit more to be pushed over the edge. 

“Please, fill me up, Jungkook,” you begged. His eyes darted towards yours, watching your face. He could see that you had tears pooling at the corner of your eyes, a faint heat in your cheeks. God, he had completely ruined you. “Please, I need your cum.” 

And that was it. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, a deep groan leaving his throat as he spilled himself inside you, hearing the lewd sounds of your wetness as he continued to thrust up against your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, head falling against the seat once more. Jungkook’s eyes closed as he felt the last drops of his cum being milked by you, his mind a jumble of broken words and disconnected ideas. “Oh, fuck, baby, fuck. Take it, baby, fuck...” 

Of course you did as he asked, and you took every drop of his cum until it was starting to spill out of you. You couldn’t even look down, but you were sure that you were a complete mess between your legs. “J-Jungkook, I’m so close,” you cried out, drunk on the feeling of his thrusts. 

“God, that’s it.” He pressed down on your hips, overwhelmed with the feeling of your walls clenching around his sensitive member. Jungkook loved it, though, loved seeing you cum around his cock like it was all that you ever wanted to do; loved watching your face as you looked at him with so much desperation that he almost grunted out. You really were a precious thing. “Make a mess on my fat cock, come on, baby. Let me see you cum for me.” 

His request was like magic to you, and you came right after, calling his name amidst breathy moans and high-pitched whimpers. Jungkook kept whispering in your ear as you rode your high, praising how good you were for him, how good you felt around him, until you crashed down against his chest, absolutely spent. 

Still, you had experienced enough sexual adventures with Jungkook to know that he still wanted two more things before he called it a night. He had his particular tastes. 

“Let me see it.” Jungkook told you about a minute later, and you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. With your thighs still trembling a little, you leaned back against the steering wheel and pushed your body upwards, letting his dick slip out of you. Jungkook hummed in delight as you pulled up your skirt and he watched his cum dripping down your thighs, painting your folds in a delicate shade of white. He always loved to admire his work. “So fucking pretty… and all mine.”

You had to bite down your lip not to whimper at the touch of his fingertips against your pussy, catching a bit of his cum on them. He took it to his mouth, humming around his digits as he tasted himself. “You always make such a mess,” you complained. 

“Shut up, I always clean it.” Jungkook sighed, looking at you almost tenderly. “You know what I’m gonna ask.”

Yes, you did. 

You sighed. “Fine.”

Jungkook hummed happily as you propped yourself over his cock once again, now half-hard, and placed it back inside you, sinking down until you were sitting on his lap. “Good girl.” He sighed in bliss, his hand caressing your hair as you rested your head against his broad chest. You didn’t understand why Jungkook loved staying inside you after sex, but you couldn’t deny that you weren’t bothered by it. You just liked to pretend as if you were. “Feels so nice.” 

You pressed yourself against his chest. “I hate you.” 

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your lower back. “No, you don’t.” 

And you hated that he was right.

~ 

BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Trauma

Father of Mine – Masterlist

Y/N huffed as Bruce slammed the tennis ball back in her direction – and she missed it.

Jesus. Wasn't he supposed to be getting older?

“Why do rich people like this stupid sport so much?”

Bruce smirked before asking, “Think you’re just saying that because you’re losing?”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “If this were soccer or a foot race, I’d kick your ass.”

Bruce just chuckled.

In the next few minutes, he showed his daughter a bit of mercy and got the game over with.

Y/N and Bruce had a whole father-daughter day planned, which included going to a new museum, dinner, and maybe a movie.

But when Y/N arrived, she saw how utterly exhausted Bruce was. And behind him, Damian and Tim were screaming at each other about something pointless. The manor was chaotic.

Y/N had to make some changes to the day’s plans.

She basically held Bruce hostage at the manor and made him take a self-care day. She also joined forces with the boys and kicked them all out of the house for the day. With just a small puppy-dog look, Y/N got Jason to help make sure the they all stayed away.

“So what do you want to do next?” Bruce asked.

“Wanna go for a walk?” She asked with a shrug.

The grounds of the Wayne property were huge, which meant it was a lovely walk and they didn’t even have to leave the gates.

Bruce gave her a nod and smiled.

“Did you like growing up here as a kid?” Y/N asked him as she took in the scenery.

It seemed like such a different world to her still. Y/N and her mom had lived in a small little cottage in the suburbs of Gotham. It was quaint and cozy, nothing like a home that was officially called a ‘manor.’

Bruce’s brow furrowed. “Sometimes it felt like a prison and sometimes it felt like a sanctuary. It all depended on what was happening in my life.”

“And what about nowadays?” She pushed.

Bruce smirked. “The past few years it’s become one of the few places our family can be together as our true selves.”

Y/N nodded in agreement.

She always felt safe at the manor. Even though she loved her apartment, it was in a building filled with strangers. And as soon as she walked out onto the sidewalk, she was exposed. There was not a whole lot of breathing room or privacy there.

“You need to take better care of yourself, Bruce.”

He sighed, expecting a lecture to come at some point today.

“You deserve it,” she added. “And if I have to take days off with you just to insure you do it, then so be it.”

Bruce smirked and shook his head at her.

“But what about you?” He surprised her by asking.

“What about me?”

Bruce stopped walking now and turned to face his daughter. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” she shrunk under his gaze.

This was not their usual talk. Bruce was bad at emotionally and mentally checking in with his kids. He was good at seeing the signs that they might need help or extra attention. But he usually steered away from asking people point blank how they were doing.

“Do I not seem fine?” Y/N asked nervously.

“I suppose not. But you are related at me, therefore I worry that you would be too good at hiding if you weren't fine.”

She smirked at that. “Touché.”

Bruce didn’t speak, giving her a chance to share if his suspicions were right.

“Guess I’m lucky I have Jason,” she smiled sadly. “He always knows when I’m not okay. But it’s not really fair that I make him figure it out, instead of just telling him.”

“He loves you. So I'm sure he doesn’t mind,” Bruce tried to tell her.

“I know he doesn't. The problem has never been him loving me enough. It’s always been Jason letting me love him back.”

Then she seemed to realize what she had just said to her father.

“Sorry,” Y/N quickly apologized. “It’s probably weird talking to you about this stuff…”

“Don’t apologize,” he told her.

“I know Jason and I have been together for almost a year now. But I realized I never really… asked if you were alright with it.”

Bruce smirked.

His daughter was independent and determined. He never expected her to seek any sort of permission from him. And quite frankly, she didn’t need to. Her and Jason were both adults. They could make decisions on their own.

“Of course I’m alright with it.”

Y/N shrugged. “I get that it can seem kind of weird from the outside. I’m your biological daughter, he was your foster kid that you eventually adopted.”

“And he resents that,” Bruce noted with an amused huff.

Y/N chuckled. But as soon as it died down, she let out a heavy sigh.

Bruce could tell she was tired.

Maybe she needed this little self-care day as much as he did.

“Come on,” Bruce nudged his head toward the manor. “Alfred will have lunch ready soon. We should probably shower before he scolds us for being a sweaty mess.”

Y/N smiled and nodded, realizing she was starving now that he mentioned it.

They both showered. Y/N changed from her tennis outfit to loungewear since she convinced Bruce to actually sit down and watch a movie with her in the manor’s theater.

But of course Bruce’s idea of relaxing attire was slacks and a black turtleneck.

And Y/N didn’t miss the opportunity to tease him. “You know…you can wear sweats in your own home, Bruce. I won’t tell the press.”

He simply gave her an unamused look.

At the end of lunch, Bruce got a work call – like, Wayne Enterprises work, not Batman work.

Y/N gave her father a glare as he reached to answer it. She had strictly forbid such actions at the start of the day.

Bruce was smart enough to give her an apologetic look before he picked it up and left the room.

“He’s hopeless,” Y/N sighed as Alfred returned to take their empty plates.

“Oh, I am well aware, my dear.”

“Need any help?” Y/N asked, slowly standing up.

“Not at all, Ms. Y/L/N. Go relax in the den and wait for Master Wayne.”

“Alfred!” She laughed. “We’ve been over this. It’s just Y/N. Please.”

He only winked at her as he grabbed their dirty plates and returned to the kitchen.

Y/N did as Alfred said and slowly went to the den.

Her attention was instantly caught by the various photos around the room. Had she ever been in here before? It wasn’t possible. She would’ve immediately been drawn to the photos.

Bruce wasn’t one to drag guests anywhere and force them to look at photos of his kids – not even his own daughter.

Speaking of, Y/N froze when she noticed that Bruce had a small photo of her framed and hanging on one of the walls.

That sneaky bastard.

Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously, realizing that Clark must’ve given it to Bruce after an event with The Daily Planet. There were always multiple event photographers in the shadows at those things. And not even other off-duty photographers were safe.

But she decided the gesture was sweet of Bruce and there was no use in scolding him for it. There were also the photos from her childhood that she’d gifted to Bruce not long ago. They were neatly framed and arranged throughout the room.

Her attention slowly moved to other photos.

Then she couldn’t help but do a double take at one that was on a bookcase.

And it took her a few seconds to realize it was Jason.

He couldn’t be older than 11. And he was so, so small – just skin and bones, really. Nobody back then could’ve ever predicted that he would grow into the beast of man he is today.

“That was only a couple months after he started living here,” Bruce said behind her.

Y/N jumped, not hearing his entrance at all.

“Sorry,” he apologized softly.

All of his boys could sense his arrivals. Sometimes Bruce forgot that Y/N wasn’t trained in stealth like all of them.

“He was so skinny,” Y/N spoke so quietly as she looked back at Jason’s picture.

“Because he was basically starving when I found him.”

Y/N whipped back around quickly to look into her father’s eyes. “What?”

He frowned. “How much has Jason told you about his childhood?”

She looked sad and sighed, “He never really gives me any details when I ask. I just know that it was…bad. His mom was an addict and died from overdose. His dad was abusive and eventually got killed on the streets.”

Bruce simply nodded.

Should he be the one to fill those gaps for her? Was it Bruce's story to tell? Or would sharing Jason’s past just cause another frequent argument between him and Bruce?

“It’s way worse than he lets on, isn’t it?” Y/N asked softly, as if she were scared of how bad it really had been for her boyfriend.

Bruce sighed. “He was living on the streets when I found him. I’m sure he’s told you about stealing the wheels off the batmobile – he still uses that for bragging rights.”

Y/N smiled shyly and nodded.

“Go on,” she practically begged.

“He was malnourished, way too skinny and short for his age. His dad was in jail at the time – not that Jason even knew. He just thought he was on another bender. And his mom was missing, too. I found out a few days later that she had died of an overdose. Jason didn’t know that either.”

“Jesus,” Y/N breathed.

“He didn’t trust me, that was clear. Yet somehow he didn’t seem scared of me at all.”

“So, what? You dragged him here?”

“In a way.” Bruce admitted with a small wince. “I got him some food. And he ate like he hadn’t had a meal in a month. But I knew I couldn’t let him stay on the streets by himself. The foster care system in Gotham was so corrupt then – even worse than it is today. Almost all of the foster homes were a front for drug lords using kids to make deliveries or sex traffickers.”

Y/N looked like she was going to be sick.

“And Jason knew all of that, too. He told me that’s why he kept running away from his foster homes. The kid always had street smarts. A part of me believes he would’ve made it on his own even if I had never run into him.”

“You said he didn’t trust you,” Y/N pointed out. “So how the hell did you get him to come home with you?”

“I took off the cowl and showed him who I was.”

“Quite a risky move to do with a kid.”

Bruce nodded. “I didn’t have anything else to offer. Eventually he took me up on my deal to let him stay here for a few days – at least until I could find him a home.”

“And I’m guessing you didn’t…”

Bruce shook his head. “Like I said, almost all of them were covers for various criminal activities. And any home that did seem like a good fit was already maxed out with too many kids.”

Y/N’s chest hurt imaging the man she loved, small and helpless, being forced into environments that he knew would hurt or use him.

“He was so nervous when he first got here," Bruce continued. "Any time there was a loud noise, he would almost go into a panic attack. I had to constantly monitor the volume and tone of my voice, because he would immediately spiral into thinking I was mad and about to hurt him.”

Bruce’s eyes glazed over as he was thrown back in time, trying to remember all the details of Jason’s arrival.

It was clear from the way he was talking that it had been a long time since he thought about it.

Y/N didn’t want to interrupt, hoping to find out as much about Jason as she possibly could.

“Alfred found a bag of extra clothes and nonperishable food hidden under his bed. He was ready to run if things went south. A-After he died, we found it untouched with dust covering it.”

Bruce cleared his throat.

Even after all this time and with Jason being alive and well, Bruce still got emotional thinking about when he'd died by the hands of the Joker.

“It sounds like he was so scared,” Y/N pointed out in a whisper.

Today, Jason didn’t seem scared of anything – only ever fearing losing Y/N in some way or another.

“He was,” Bruce confirmed. “He couldn’t sleep at the manor for weeks, even when he pushed a chair against the door to make sure no one could get in.”

“He was always waiting for the floor to drop – even still today sometimes,” she muttered.

“Jason couldn’t comprehend the idea that someone might actually care about him and want to protect him from everything he’d been running from,” Bruce reflected.

“So what finally brought him around?”

“School. The library. Three meals a day,” Bruce listed. “He spent almost all his free time in that library, reading books that were for people twice his age. And I never met a kid who loved going to school so much.”

Y/N smiled. Her big nerd of a boyfriend, that part she recognized.

“And you,” she added gently.

“Alfred maybe,” Bruce contested. “But I don’t believe I was a part of it.”

Y/N shook her head and frowned. “Give yourself some credit, Bruce.”

But Bruce was too busy studying her. He could tell his daughter might start crying at any moment. He could only imagine how she was processing the stories he shared when they were about the man she was in love with.

“You OK?” He asked her softly.

Y/N nodded and took in a shaky breath in to try and control her emotions.

Suddenly the front door of the manor was thrown open and voices echoed around the manor.

The boys had returned.

Without saying anything, Y/N quickly rushed out of the room to meet them.

Jason was in the middle of giving a noogie Damian, who looked like he was about to bite off Jason’s hand.

But Jason did a double take when he saw his girlfriend walking to him with purpose and an expression he couldn’t quite read.

“Hey, beautiful.” He greeted softly.

Next thing he knew, Y/N had nearly tackled him into a hug.

Jason let out a laugh, but then quickly realized this was not meant to be funny.

He pulled her tighter to him and kissed the top of her head before saying, “You OK? What’s wrong?”

Dick seemed to sense that something was going on and made sure to usher Tim and Damian further into the house.

“Nothing,” Y/N said into Jason’s chest. “I just wanted to tell you that I love you and I’m so proud of you.”

Jason’s brow furrowed, more confused now.

Then he looked up to see Bruce watching the interaction as he leaned in the doorway.

And somehow Jason just…knew.

Jason knew that Bruce must’ve told Y/N something about him.

“I love you, too.” Jason whispered back to her.

Y/N pulled away and sniffed, trying not to make a scene by crying.

“Sure you OK?” Jason pushed.

She nodded.

But Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him close so she was hugging his whole arm, too.

“You guys made it back just in time for the movie,” she told him with a smile.

And they rejoined the rest of the family.

During the movie, Y/N and Jason shared a love seat in the theater.

And they were only halfway into it before Jason felt Y/N slowly fall asleep on him, cuddling even closer to his body.

‘What the hell did Bruce make you do all day?’ He wondered. Y/N never fell asleep during movies.

Once it was over, everyone slowly started making their way to their bedrooms.

Except Dick, who said his goodbyes before leaving to return to his own apartment in Gotham.

“Why don’t you two just spend the night?” Bruce asked Jason as he looked down at his sleeping daughter.

Jason didn’t answer, also watching her.

“You brought your motorcycle, right?” Bruce added.

Jason nodded, knowing Bruce was right: he shouldn’t make Y/N ride on the back of his bike when she was this tired.

“So…what did you say to her?” Jason slowly asked.

Bruce watched him for a moment.

Was this going to cause another riff? Would Jason snap and tell him to mind his own business and stop telling other people his?

“She saw a photo of you when you were little,” Bruce started to explain. "And I told her about when you first got here.”

“She was so upset,” Jason muttered, remembering the way she had looked at him when they'd returned.

“Wouldn’t you be if it were the other way around?” Bruce countered.

Jason just nodded. But he thought to himself, ‘If all of that had happened to Y/N, I would’ve killed anyone who had a part in it.’

“You know, you don’t have to hide your past from her,” Bruce told him softly. “She wants to hear about you – even the bad things that are hard to talk about.”

Jason hesitated before saying, “I don’t want her to pity me.”

“Pity and sympathy are two different things, Jason. She loves you.”

Jason thought about it a second before slowly nodding.

That was all Bruce would get. And Jason was silently telling him that he’d at least consider opening up more to Y/N about his past.

“I should get her to bed,” Jason mumbled before bringing Y/N’s sleeping form into his arms.

When he carried her, it was like she weighed nothing.

“Night, kid.” Bruce called after him.

“Thanks, B.”

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waves that hurt | k.bakugou + i.midoriya.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader x izuku midoriya.

♡ word count: 3.04K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, hurt, angst and comfort.

♡ summary: dark days mean dark waves that crash across your mind, intrusive and mean the waves pull you under— but they are the helping hands that pull you up and let you breathe.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy tw for depression, intrusive thoughts and self depreciation, self doubt and low self-worth. this fic is written mostly from personal experiences and may not be accurate to how everyone feels! mentions of therapy.

♡ author’s note(s):  this is my contribution to @doinmybesthere​ ‘s mental health awareness collab, this is kinda personal to me and something i experienced recently!! i hope it can provide some comfort to anyone out there, please don’t forget to check out everyone else’s works and i hope you’re all safe ‘n well <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“kacchan, it’s much worse this time, i really think you should come home early tonight.”

deku whispers into the phone, his marred hands rub slow and soothing circles into your back from over the duvet— you can feel his warmth, light and airy through it but he feels and sounds much further away. a million miles across a dark ocean that trickles through your thoughts, intrusive and mean, keeping you under and away from clear air.

you wouldn’t want to pull him into this, bother him with the way you drown in dark thoughts— so you pull away from your boyfriend and tuck yourself away into the sheets.

izuku doesn’t retract his hand even as you pull away, listening to katsuki grunt orders down the phone— make sure yn’s eaten, make sure yn’s had water. basic things you should be able to do on your own but can’t, paralysed by the anxiety and depression that clamps down on you like a vice and refuses to let you up so you can just breathe. you want to breathe and not feel like the world is crashing down on you, to have a second to yourself where everything seems like it’s okay.

brushing fingers over the nape of your neck, toying with the coils of your baby hairs, your boyfriend speaks, only gently. “baby,” says quietly, his weight causing the bed to dip. “katsuki will be home soon, do you want to come with me to let him in?” you shrug, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. you see the black tendrils and waves in the back of your mind, bringing forth a new batch of ugly words that force you down. are you really that much of a burden these days that katsuki has to call it quits on work for you? “how are you feeling?”

you don’t know, you don’t know how to tell him that every thought you have hurts and there’s a pain in your chest with every breath you take. “i don’t know, it’s just...bad izu…” you want to explain how you feel deep inside, but the words are trapped like balls of tar in your throat— fear that if you say something he’ll walk away.

“you don’t have to say anything, don’t force yourself to…” he speaks with a soft voice, cotton to your ears in an attempt to soothe you. you can just about feel the clean air flowing through your lungs at the sound— it tells you he loves you, no matter what and you almost believe it before sinking back under. “let’s get you some water okay? wouldn’t want kacchan scolding us would we?”

the joke hangs in the murky and heavy air for a few seconds before you muster a small smile— your green haired boyfriend lets out a tiny sigh of relief and pressed a kiss into your hairline, the affection simmers under your skin and briefly brings light to your dark mind as izuku starts leading you to the kitchen.

you’re curled up in izuku’s lap when the front door pops open with a click— signifying your other boyfriend had arrived home. you flinch, hiding yourself in the blankets keeping you warm and locking away the dark thoughts from the eyes of your lovers.

part of you hated them seeing you this way, that’s why you forced yourself to keep everything away from them— but they knew, they always did and always came to your rescue. you didn’t want them to feel like they had to look after you when the days were bad and draining and your mind took hold of everything that you felt. you didn’t need the weight of your own problems on the shoulders of two pro heroes who had enough to deal with.

in the end, you would destroy them like you did with yourself.

you can hear katsuki shedding his gear by the door, feeling his intense and heated presence flood the room and barely penetrate the barrier you created for yourself even while you lay in izuku’s arms. for as long as you’d known the two— even from back in your U.A days, bakugou had hated self-pity, of course in recent years he’d cooled down a little and spoke less on the actions of others but even still, you weren’t sure if you could handle him looking down on you for looking down on yourself and for feeling this way.

the blanket is suddenly lifted from your head, momentarily blinding you with the overwhelming light that is your boyfriend, katsuki bakugou. a twinkle of concern lines his ruby eyes and you can see traces of his charcoal eyeliner that he usually smudges underneath his mask— he’s so beautiful but you’re afraid of the twitches of worry, afraid that he’s mad at you for being the way you are.

“hey honey,” bakugou hums, crouching to your level to cup your cheeks, stress bleeding from his body when you nuzzle into him.

izuku gives you a squeeze, an encouraging one and you nod. “hi,” is all you can muster, afraid of blurting the intrusive words that crackle across your brain.

katsuki sits back on his haunches, looking between you and his boyfriend before he attempts to kick off his shoes. the room is full of a thick, ugly quietness that you know you’re responsible for— they don’t have to say anything, you know that it’s you. because when you’re like this it’s hard for bakugou and midoriya to talk, afraid that they’ll say something to set you off and you afraid that they’ll leave if they knew how you really felt. how trapped and alone you felt inside, how the twisted darkness added tones to your vibes and dragged you down with every step that you took.

they don’t need to say it because it flows from your body like a rushing river and drowns them, fills their lungs and it’s your fault for infecting them with your own bitter taste of life.

“have you eaten?” the blonde of the two boys asks, looking you dead in the eye. you want to answer, but again the viscous back from earlier starts to flood through your body. you try to take care of yourself of these days where you feel it the hardest, but it’s difficult to move and to breathe— and the drive to complete even the simplest of tasks is barely ever there.

you move to speak, caught up in the thick smog of your own brain when izuku gives your body a squeeze and shakes his head, the forest of his hair brushing against your cheek. “you’ve had water, right?” izuku has no problem answering for you. “but nothing to eat,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if to hide his worry from you— it’s light in his tone but tremors throughout the number one’s body. you feel sick for making him feel that way.

katsuki’s gaze shifts back from his boyfriend to you, his expression unreadable because he knows how you get if they worry too much about you. you’re thankful, partly for that at least, his blank face prevents your mind from reading too deep into things and blaming yourself for things out of your own control.

“‘m makin’ your favourite for dinner. you’ll eat it, no questions asked.” the explosive pro hero states firmly, rising from his place crouched down by your side, obviously not before thumbing over your cheeks to wipe away evidence of your dried tears. “gonna run you a bath too, damn nerd better get you upstairs and ready by the time it’s done.” deku’s chest rumbles with a light hearted chuckle beneath you, lifting the heavy weight of the air within the room— bakugou had always loved brashly, with a fiery intensity that hardly left room for the answer ‘no’, and while izuku was more tame, they balanced one another out in a way that felt more like a warm hug than a battle. they grounded you, in the best of ways.

true to his disgruntled words, your blonde headed boyfriend runs you a hot bath. you don’t miss the addition of lavender oil to the perfectly warm water, the baking soda which you’re sure he only knew to add because his mother had said it would remove the demon spawn toxins in his body. izuku is the one to help you strip, holds your hands as you kick off gross comfort clothes and folds them away, after pressing kisses to your groggy face and chin.

it’s almost funny to see the two biggest and beefiest pro heroes sit on your bathroom floor crossed legged and beside the tub— both of them taking up the majority of the room. you know for a fact that no one would believe the sight unless they saw it, but they’re there. both of them, izuku midoriya and bakugou katsuki are with you encompassed in the silence while you wash away the ugly words that plague your mind and fill the pores of your skin.

they’re still there.

even as sweet lavender water moves in soft waves over your bare body, while black ink moves in the same way across your brain— tattooing self-depreciating thoughts into every inch. you’re not worth their time, they say, you’re wasting it. because how could their precious time be put to good use if you’re taking it up, they could be saving people but instead your boyfriends are here, drowning in your own darkness.

they’re still fucking here.

when they could be out there saving the people who needed it, who were suffering out there in the world outside of your home.

and the suds against your body, the warm water sloshing over your thighs isn’t enough to get rid of the burning sensation of vile phrases printing themselves against your body and clouding every thought that you think. toxic, mean and nasty things you can’t scrub away— none of it is enough to make you feel like you deserve bakugou tenderly lathering you up with the rose scented soap his mother had sent you for christmas or the sips of cool water midoriya brings to your lips in order to prevent you from overheating in the steam of the bathroom.

deku catches the painful twist in your face, pausing his movements to study you. “whaddya need?” you need it to stop, to find something to replace the pain and doubts that fill you.

“water, hotter,” you croak quietly, tears building up in the base of your throat as katsuki catches on and flicks the tap for a stream of hot water to fill the tub. “please,”

they tell you to let them know when to stop if the heat gets too much, but the scalding water burns away any reminders of the self loathing you feel across every inch of your mind, your body and your soul. it stings at the darkness in a way that’s painfully soothing and maybe if you sink under— it could stop hurting completely. if you could slide deeper into the water, would the waves of darkness not crash so hard?

and then the damn breaks, like a tsunami the guilt and anguish you feel crashes over your body and takes control, leaving you fighting for oxygen in the form of your happiness.

everything that you’d been holding back flows freely in salty tears from tired eyes, scorching a path down the apples of your cheeks and mingling with the contents of the tub below. your boys, they don’t notice at first, how you cry and curl in on yourself until you think the world won’t notice you anymore but then just as they always do, they’re pulling you into their warmth and bubble of light— freeing you from black intrusive tendrils even if it means they have to crawl into the tub and wade their through the ocean you’ve made to set yourselves apart.

“don’t—!” you heave with an uneven voice, signs of you falling apart evident in every way. bakugou and deku pull away from you slowly, with dripping shirts and worry written across freckled faces and red eyes. they’re scared for you, hate seeing you force your feelings down and away from them. “please don’t touch me—you’ll—“

the water in the bathtub sloshes from where you retract from their touch, backing yourself up against the wall and away from your boys. “we’ll what?” izuku presses but only gently, keeping you afloat, stopping you from sinking and bakugou stays put in his place, letting the latter talk you down.

you shake your head, trying to think of the right words but it’s hard to, with the crashing waves heavy against your ears. how do you tell your lovers that everything hurts, to think and to feel, to live day by day. you don’t want to bother them with and an extra stress to their busy lives. but you can’t keep it in any longer, bursting at the seams. “you’ll drown. i-if i touch you, i’ll pull you under, you’ll drown with me and you won’t be able to breathe and all those horrible things that i think about will burn in your lungs until you give up fighting like me,” your tears and hiccups interrupt your words, but they listen. bakugou and deku, they listen and they stay.

���yn—“

“because if you do, then all that i feel will be a burden to you— i’ll break in ways that can’t be fixed and you’ll be forced to pick up the pieces and i’ll just be a burden,” you continue, not even pausing to take a breath while you continue to cry. “if you stay to pick up the pieces, you’ll be taken away from people who need you, who are worth saving, and can be helped and—“

you can’t recount how many nights, similar to this in which you wondered why and how two pro heroes could want and love you, why they dealt with your down days that sometimes outnumbered the ups— even if they’d shown you how much they cared, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as if your sadness took up their time to save someone else.

“you can be helped, yn. you don’t have to go what you’re going through alone, you’re worth the time and the effort of helping, no one deserves to suffer,” the green haired of your two boyfriends cuts through the tail ends of your words, still keeping distance until he knows it’s safe to touch you again. there is no look of condescending pity on his face, no sign to show you’ve pulled him into the dark of your mind. it’s just izuku, trying to help you pull through.

you look to katsuki hesitantly, he hasn’t said a word. “but i don’t want to be seen as...as weak, or to worry you because i can’t get out of my own head—“

“y’not fuckin’ weak, we’d never think that of you. we see you try to hide your pain, pretend things don’t get to you when they do. but fuckin’ handlin’ things on ya own can make y’stronger than any two heroes combined,” a look of anger flashes across his features, finer with age and tired with work. but bakugou isn’t angry with you, but with himself for leading you to believe that you were an extra weight on his shoulders. both of their shoulders. “yer not gonna get rid of us or scare us away, we love ya, we’re here for ya ‘n if it’s help that you need or think yer not worthy of, we’ll find some. it’s okay t’ask for help.”

maybe it’s hearing it from someone else, that your pain and your depression is valid, that you’re not an extra weight on the people you love that allows you to come up from a tar-like ocean for fresh air in your lungs, for the waves to calm and the storm raging in your mind to soothe. maybe it’s the two of your boyfriends being there for you despite the fear that you’d scare them away with not being okay that washes away some of the awful things you think.

you know that their support won’t make things go away over night, that it will take time for you to heal but for now you can keep your head above the water just long enough to breathe.

“can i touch you now? is it okay?” deku asks, feeling less distant from you than at the start of the day, but as your body shakes with the last of your tears all you manage is a nod before the number one hero is pulling you into his chest from the tub and the number two is wrapping a towel and his arms around you.

you sit sandwiched between the two, they keep you at the surface— holding you tight while you let out what you’ve been holding back. “we can get some help if y’want it, the doctors...therapy might be nerve wrackin’...scary even, but it can help and we’ll be there every single step of the fuckin’ way,” katsuki reasures you with pets to your head, rocking you back and forth on your bathroom floor, steam clinging to the air that you can finally breathe.

izuku nods along in agreement, pressing kisses to your wet hairline. “we’ll be here. you won’t be alone.”

the murkiness of the water in your mind starts to clear, but only just— their warmth starts to push through the clouds like sunshine brushing against your skin. a light to the dark that's plagued your every waking moment, the waves no longer crash and destroy but instead lap comfortingly at your painful thoughts and tame them just enough for you to have a moment of clarity.

you don’t have to be alone or millions of miles away, you deserve the hands of your loved ones that offer you help instead of pushing them away. the process of healing and things like therapy or meds will be hard sometimes, but katsuki and izuku will be here by your side, to help you manage days where darkness rolls in waves that hurt and help you breathe once again.

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #22

Faint sniffles echoed through the dark alleyway. A lone human sat on the dirty ground, curled up into a tight ball, hiding behind some trashcans. Their back rested against the cold brick wall, head in their knees.

A quiet sound at the opening of the alley barely reached their ears, but they paid it no mind, no longer having it in themself to care. Slowly, the sound grew closer and soon registered in their head as footsteps. Their muscles tensed as the stranger stopped right in front of them.

Were they nice? Were they bad? They didn't know, but they silently hoped the newcomer would confuse them for a corpse and move along. The smell of blood coming off them would certainly help with that...

...

...

...

"Well, you're quite the mess, aren't you?" - the person asked, finally breaking the silence.

Dread pooled in the loner's heart. They recognized that voice. But why...?! Of all people, why did it have to be them?!

Why did it have to be Supervillain who found them?!

They jumped to their feet, scrambling to get away from the enemy. They flexed their clawed fingers, preparing to fight, even though they had no energy left for such feats.

"G-Go away!" - they exclaimed, backing further away as the other slowly advanced towards them. As their back hit the wall, they screamed again, "I-I'm not the hero a-anymore! J-Just leave me alone!"

"Oh, I know you're not the city's little protector anymore, Superhero." - the supervillain responded, nearing them. The superhero lashed out in their panic, attacking the other with their claws, but the criminal caught their wrist with ease and pinned their arm against the wall. They tried their other hand, but Supervillain grabbed it too. "I'm well aware they have a new golden boy now."

Writhing and pulling, Superhero desperately struggled to break free, wasting what little strength they had left. Their nemesis pushed their bodies together, keeping them flush against each other. A shaky sob wracked their body as they realized they were trapped. Squeezing their eyes shut, they twisted their head away from the supervillain, not wanting to look at them. "S-Stop... Please..."

"Oh, poor Superhero... They clipped your wings and threw you out into the wild so you'd get torn to shreds." - the criminal whispered directly in their ear, remembering how majestic their enemy always looked while in the air. Their giant wings spread wide, colorful feathers glistening in the sun... they were gorgeous..., stunning...

And Organization ruined all of that.

Superhero was one of the unlucky few to be born as a hybrid. People born as half-human got heavily discriminated against, constantly called monsters or even demons. It was ridiculous and made Supervillain's blood boil.

And sure, while fighting the bird-human hybrid, they often talked about 'how amazing those wings will look above their fireplace,' but it was something they never actually planned on doing. It was merely said to rattle the superhero a bit. They never wanted to see their wings damaged or cut off.

A small whimper brought them out of their musings, their attention returning to the betrayed superhero before them. The other's eyes were open again, watching them in fright. Had Supervillain been silently staring at them the whole time?

...

Oops.

Well, anyway. The supervillain let go of Superhero's wrists, bringing their hands up to their face, gently cradling it. The bird-like person's now free hands went to their enemy's chest, futilely trying to push them away as Supervillain forced them to lock gazes.

"No need to worry, little bird. I won't hurt you." - the criminal explained, for once telling the truth.

"H-How can I b-believe that?" - the superhero chocked out, convinced the supervillain would snap their neck any second now.

With a small smile, Supervillain answered, "I don't know..., but what better choice do you have?" Caressing the loner's cheek with their thumb, they continued, "Your fellow heroes stabbed you in the back... And with how many villains there are running around this city, with how many people want you dead..., where else will you find safety?"

"D-Don't you w-want me d-dead?" - Superhero asked back, shivering as something flickered in the other's eyes. Their breath hitched as the supervillain pulled their faces closer, their enemy's expression and voice turning soft.

"As unbelievable as it may sound..., I do not want to kill or hurt you." - Supervillain admitted, their voice so convincing that the superhero considered believing them on the spot. But that couldn't be true! Because- Because what about-

"And yes, I know I've said some things in the past which very much contradict that statement." - the supervillain said as if reading the other's mind. "But I assure you, it was all only said to scare you."

...

Superhero was quiet for a moment. Even if what Supervillain was saying was the truth... they... they still can't...

"I can't even fly anymore... Of what use would I even be to you...?" - the superhero muttered, shuddering as the other chuckled slightly.

"I have a healer who can fix that little issue for us."

With a depressed chuckle of their own, Superhero mumbled, "They won't help me..." As their eyes closed again, they remembered all the times they had been denied medical help, how hard it was to find someone who would at least tolerate their existence.

A dark laugh rumbled in Supervillain's throat, making the superhero look at them again. They froze up as something inhuman flashed in their eyes. Superhero swore that even with the shadows covering their face, they saw the other's teeth somehow turn razor-sharp as they grinned. They shook again at the other's low voice.

"Darling, if I tell them to do something, they will not dare question me."

After all these years, the superhero had finally caught a glimpse of Supervillain's true self, and it made them feel like something was grasping at their heart, at their soul.

"J-Just, what a-are you?" - Superhero whispered, terrified of the other more than they ever had been before as something invisible seemed to wrap around their entire being.

"Something worthy of the title 'd̢̉ĕ̼̭͌m̨̛ö͚͎͝n̼̳̑̑.'"

As their savior's voice echoed inside their mind, the superhero lost consciousness, Supervillain carefully picking them up and taking them away to their lair.

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More Than Therapy

Bucky x black!reader

Warning: sooooo there is smut ahead. Okay like, not complete filth but it’s there! Who even knows what this is, but enjoy it!

Pic below from post by @afriendlyblackhottie

(Unedited.)

“Look, I’m not saying that she’s not a great therapist, I’m just think that she’s not your style.”

Bucky didn’t hide his eye roll.

For the past 2 weeks, Sam had been trying to convince him he needed a second option. Ever since he had his own encounter with Bucky’s therapist, which consisted of being forcefully included in one of their sessions, he could see it wasn’t really helping Bucky at all. Not that Sam was an expert or anything, he just knew his.....friend.

“Alright Sam, fine.” Bucky sighed tossing the wrench to the side. “So what. I kick my therapist to curb, then what? You got some kind of recommendation or something?”

Sam just smirked before turning and making his way off the boat.

“Actually I do.”

Now here Bucky was, waiting on another person to come and try to break down all his walls and get in his head and help him with through his ‘issues’.

“Waste of time.” He mumbled to his self.

However, when she walked in the door, that thought quickly left.

“I’m Y/n.”

“James”

“It’s nice to meet you James.”

For the first time in a very long time Bucky felt comfortable almost immediately. The conversation didn’t feel forced, he didn’t feel pressured, it was just easy. Y/n didn’t push and pry. She simply let him answer the way he want and what he wanted. She let him sort of control the conversation. It was refreshing.

From then on, he saw her twice a week. Their first two weeks together was just them getting to know one another. Establishing trust on Buckys end. He appreciated that for once the woman so much pressure for him to be OK so soon. Finally, after about a month or so, they were doing a little exercises here and there to work through his trauma. The first assignment, it was actually pretty similar to the last psychiatrist he had seen. To get out and make at least one friend. Find an activity or something that he enjoys.

“So have you been getting out like we discussed?”

“Yeah I’ve gone out.” He nodded carelessly with a grin as he sat across the table from her.

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “To places besides the bar.”

“Yes.”

“Liar.” She said and it was her turn to grin as she held her hand out.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, handing over his phone. Bucky watched her click a few buttons knowing she was checking his contacts. This was like Deja vu.

“You have the same amount of numbers in your phone as last week Barnes.”

“Not true Doc, I have you.” He smiled sheepishly.

“I hardly count Barnes.” A small smile graced her face nonetheless.

She was quiet for a moment and he took that opportunity to study her. In deep thought. Y/n had a tell. She’d bite the corner of her bottom lip on the right side every time she was trying to figure something out. Usually before she came up with his homework before the next session.

“I have a thought but you’re not gonna like it.” She began after while.

“Lay it on Doc.”

“I don’t feel like you are actively trying to be a part of society. What you’ve been doing, trying to right your wrongs of the other guy...” she drifted for a moment. “It’s futile. You don’t need to do that. That-“

Y/n paused taking a deep breath.

“That’s not you.” She spoke softly.

“But that is me! I am winter soldier!” He yelled on his feet quickly.

Anger. He was familiar with the feeling. Angry was something he just couldn’t seem to stop feeling. Even if he didn’t show it, it was like he was angry all the time. However feeling it with her was unfamiliar. And he could feel the inner turmoil of him taking his frustrations out on her as he tried to push that anger back down.

“Were.” Y/n stated with finality, voice strong. “You were the winter Solider. And that wasn’t you. That’s just a couple of dark chapters in the book of your life. That’s it.

“You don’t know m-“

“But that is not you.” She repeated a little louder commanding forcing him to look her dead in the eyes. “That’s not who you are, James. And while I may not have known you pre-hydra, or during, but I’m knowing you now. And that’s just not you.”

Y/n leaned back in her chair.

“I know that here, Bucky.” She grinned a little placing her hand over her heart and tapped twice. “And deep down, so do you.”

“. You, James Buchanan Barnes, you are not the bad guy.

The anger he had been feeling had subsided and I was replaced with something that was completely unfamiliar to him. Something he longed for couldn’t quite the grass. Something that he didn’t even realize was in within his reach until noon.. The feeling, regardless of how unfamiliar it was with something Bucky didn’t think he wanted to go away.

The silence between them was comfortable. Y/n could tell that he was processing her words. It was a good thing, she could because he was no longer good tense and his stance was relaxed instead of defensive.

“You know what? We’re finished for today. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She declared.

“What?” Bucky snapped out of his tranced and frowned. “Doc, come on. I shouldn’t be seeing you til Thursday.”

“Yeah tomorrow,” she nodded with a smile. “I want to try something different.”

The next day but he showed up at their usual time, 11 AM. When he stopped at a reception to ask for Dr. Y/n they informed him she was out for the day. He frowned and turned to leave only to find her approaching him from the elevator.

“Hey! You ready to go?” Y/n offered a gentle smile.

“I thought we were-“ he asked went fo point back toward her office but she stopped him.

“We are. We’re just doing things differently today.” She informed him, before nodding her head toward the elevator. “Let’s go.”

Their day together was eventful to say the least. Their first stop was her favorite coffee spot. It was actually a little hole in the wall called Hippies Brew in the downtown area. A cool modern place full of friendly and eccentric individuals. It was comfortable. Homey. It wasnt one she’d typically recommend clients, but she would recommend it to friends. After that they were too the aquarium followed by the park where they sat on a park bench for lunch. Lunch being tacos from the El Gordo’s taco truck parked near by. Well a lot of the time at the park or spit in silence, it was still comfortable as a people watched together. While Bucky hated to admit it, this is the first time he really just felt at peace. There was no one looking over him with some unrealistic expectation of him to be Steve, and become so hero he wasn’t. There was no pressure to get his shit together right then and there. He was just simply allowed to be Bucky. Unapologetically.

“Walk with me?” He asked.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, surprised he initiated doing something together, but agreed with a smile.

Soon enough they easily fell into conversation of as they began to walk the lake.

Before they knew it, the sun was beginning to set. Their time together lasted longer than Y/n planned but either was it was nice. She enjoyed today, as did he. Bucky’s offered to walk her back to her car, savoring their last few moments together.

“Are you sure I can’t give you a ride home?” Y/n asked as they got closer to her car in the now empty lot.

“Yeah, Doc, lm sure.” He smiled back at her, her smile and laugh being infectious. “I like walking. It gives me time to think. it’s peaceful. Kind of like today.”

Y/n’s smile widened at his confession. So her idea did work. He was making progress.

“ That’s what you deserve James peace. I can’t promise every day is gonna be like this.” She turned away approaching the driver side door. “I mean, it is life there are going to be some bad days. But you do deserve some peace. Some happiness.

She turned to see that he was a lot closer than she thought saying that he was preparing to open the door for her. She swallowed, suddenly feel in the air around them shift. As she ran her tongue over her lips, Bucky’s eyes zeroed in on the action.

“You just have to let yourself have it.” She said softly.

It was in that exact moment where James decided he was going to do just that; let himself have happiness. And without thinking, he leaned forward and connected his lips with her.

He pulled away almost as soon as it happened eyes wide.

“James…” y/n finger tips traced her lips as she stared at him.

“I am, i, I don’t know-“ Bucky stuttered.

He went to take a step back but was stopped. This time it was her who initiated the kiss.

What started off as gentle, turned into her fisting a handful of his shirt put him closer with his hands wrapped around her waist. The heat that washed over them both, was like a moth to a flame. The passion poured into the kiss from both ends quickly consuming them both. The two fighting for a dominance, it wasn’t until they both harshly pushed against her car setting the alarm off that they snapped out of it.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry wh-“ Y/n’s eyes were wide as she looked around anxiously.

Bucky could sense her panicking.

“y/n-“

“ I am so sorry. That was highly inappropriate of me-“

“Breathe for me doll-“ he reached for her but she pulled her hand away shaking her head vigorously.

“I can’t, we can’t, I have never.” She took a deep breath, her next words still coming out shaky. “I’m so sorry. To take a vantage of you like that-“

“I was the one who-“ he attempted once more to no avail.

“I have to go. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” She rushed out, flinging her door open and getting in the car.

All Bucky could do was watch as she wasted no time peeling out of the parking lot.

That was the last he had seen or heard of her. It had been almost two weeks and she had canceled both his weekly sessions and hadn’t answered any of his calls or returned any of the messages he left both at the office and on her cell phone.

And boy, was he stressed about it.

He had never felt that kind of passion before. To be honest it was something he didn’t think he was capable of feeling. He had been consumed by anger for so long, he wanted to cling onto whatever else, anything else. Bucky would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t feel the chemistry between them. He came to the conclusion he’d been falling for her for a while, and was clearly in denial until that day they spent the day together. It’s not like he was trying to fall for his therapist. But now that he had...Ge had to at least try. Make sure what he was feeling wasn’t one sided.That spark. It was a feeling, a high he had never felt. One he knew he’d forever be chasing and he wanted it again and again and again. So when the third week approached he decided to take matters into his own hands.

A knock her door tore her away from Grey’s Anatomy.

“Coming!”

Pulling her dress down, she went and answered the door.

“Bucky.” She said his name breathlessly.

“Y/n.” He breathed out, happy to be in her presence even though it hurt slightly to hear her suddenly calling him Bucky.

He quite liked when she called him James. He liked the way she said his name.

“What are you-, how.” She tried to control her breathing. “You can’t be here.”

“I need you,” he signed. “To hear me out.”

“Bucky-“

“James.” He corrected her. “Look, I know this totally inappropriate but I-“

James paused taking in her appearance, noticing the purple bruising around her lower right eye above her cheekbone.

“Who?” He questioned through gritted teeth.

“Huh?”

He huffed pushing past her and moving in and around the apartment as if someone would come out and confess. He turned toward her a wild look in his eye.

“Give me. A name, Y/n.”

“James....” she signed.

While he knew she was talking seeing as her lips were moving, It was like he could hear her but he wasn’t hearing her. Bucky couldn’t focus on anything other than a bruise on the side of Y/n’s beautiful face. It had been along time since Bucky had thought of actually hurting somebody, save for John Walker last week which was another story entirely, whoever did this to her face though, he wanted to hurt them bad and he was going to enjoy it. His eyes traveled down toward her lips and he still couldn’t hear her. All he could hear was his fist repeated smashing into said individuals face. Over, and over, over-

“James!”

The sound of her voice finally resonated and he finally focused on her words.

“Come back to me James.” Her voice was gently. Inviting.

Everything he noticed both her hands on the side of his face, her thumb rubbing soothingly.

“It’s fine.” She said slowly removing her hands away as she explained. “There’s no need to hunt anyone down. Just a regular 50150 patient and things got out of hand. It happens.”

“No one should touch you.” He stated with seriousness.

Y/n stared at him for a moment, the right side of her lip pulled between her teeth, eyes pooling with something he hadn’t seen in her before. She shrugged nonchalantly.

“I kind of like it when you touch me.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper but he heard her loud and clear.

Just like before, it started off with light kisses, which soon turned into a bit of teasing, a little lip nipping, before things got extremely heated. Both his shirt had been discarded while the straps of her dress were pulled down revealing her black Savage Fenty bra. They had somehow moved from the living room to the kitchen island. Bucky stood between her legs one hand tangled in her braids while her hands held the sides of her face, gently caressing the stubble. Her legs were wrapped around his middles as she began grinding her hips into him. He pulled her closer, the both of them on a high from the friction. Bucky’s metal hand traveled up her bare back giving her goosebumps. They broke apart for air and as soon as Y/n had enough oxygen in her lungs, she went back to licking, kissing and sucking on his neck.

"Shit, Y/n.” Bucky unconsciously tilted his head back giving her better access, his hands palming her ass as his hips bucked into her.

"James." Y/n pulled back panting, lips swollen. " I want you. Now."

Bucky made quick work of removing her panties that coated in her juices , and in return y/n quickly unbuckled his pants using her feet to aid her in pushing them down.

“Shit.” He groaned immediately as she whimpered slightly at the feel of him sliding into her.

Her arms were wound around his neck while his hand gripped the top of her ass to keep her in place as he begin to slowly thrust in and out of her.

Bucky was on a high. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this level of intimacy. Euphoria. He was sure this feeling should be illegal.

The way she were wrapped around him, he knew if he didn’t take it semi slow he wasn’t going to last.

“James,” she moaned, clawing at his back, walls clenching.

He wasn’t sure what sounded sweeter; her moaning or his name leaving her lips.

“Doll?” He responded, kissing the at the base of her neck.

I’m clos-“ Y/n sucked in a breath of air. “Right there.”

“There?” He asked spreading her ass cheeks apart so he could go deeper.

“Yes! Right there!”

It was a bit sloppy from there as Bucky shifted for a better angle. Her ass halfway off the table as he picked up the pace bit her her closer to the edge. He was bouncing her up and down on his shaft effortlessly. Her arms wrapped right around his neck, kiss sloppy as she bit her lip to keep her moans at bay.

“No,” he breathed out, reaching up with one hand forcing her to kissing him, her moans filling his mouth instead. “I want to hear you.”

“James, I’m-“

“I know.”

The sight of Y/n coming undone before him was a glorious one . He couldn’t wait to make her cum again.

Once she came down from her orgasm, she placed her lips back on his, tightening her legs around him once more. He shifted their position a bit and begin again when suddenly the front door opened and in walked Sam.

“Oh shit!” Bucky pulled out of her and struggled to pull up his pants and turned to shield her half naked frame.

“Sam!” Y/n squealed pulling her dress up to her chest as best she could.

“What in the entire fuck!” Sam screamed while covering his eyes.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Y/n yelled.

“You told me toy were off!”

“I’m am off!”

“Well I thought I’d bring you dinner! I didn’t know id find this!” Sam said exasperatedly.

Y/n and Bucky were decent informing Sam he no longer had to cover his eyes. Immediately he pointed an accusatory finger at Bucky.

“You! What the fuck did I tell you about my sister?”

Bucky stared at him confused.

“You said not to flirt with your sister.” He repeated Sam’s words. “Sarah’s not..”

He then turned toward Y/n, things finally clicking.

“You’re Sam’s sister.” Bucky concluded.

“Baby sister.” Sam. added.

“I’m grown as hell Samuel!” Y/n fussed.

“Really bruh, my baby sister?!”

“Well how i suppose to know you only refer to her as baby!”

“Once again! I’m grown as fuck-“ she stopped hearing the front door creek open again.

“Who’s that?!” The woman’s eyes were wide with horror as she whispered.

“The boys!” Sam exclaimed in a whisper.

“Why didn’t you say they were here-“ she began frantically washing her hands.

“I’m sorry I was a little fuckin preoccupied with the fact my sister is fucking an assassin-

“Former assassin!” Bucky corrected.

“Hey TT!” Sarah’s boys greeted simultaneously with smiles as they bent the corner.

“Hey my babies!” Y/n instantly put a smile on her face pulling them each into her arms.

“Hey Bucky!” Cass waved

“Hey Bucky!” AJ addressed the solider as well before turning back toward his brother, “Cass , come on.”

“Wait let me put the pizza on the counter-“

“No!” The three adults exclaimed together.

“No boo, I’ll take it.” Y/n smiled again at her nephew taking the pizza.

“why don’t yall go in the living room and get the game set up?” Sam suggested.

“Yes! Let’s take the pizza in there while they bleach the kitchen?” Y/n hinted at the men while telling the kids to follow her.

“Oh yeah! TT, Uncle Sam got us two new video games!”,AJ informed her. “He also said we can watch a scary movie tonight since moms not here.

“Yeah! Andddd, he said we can door dash ice cream!” Cass added as the two kids followed their aunt into the living room.

Though he was silent, throughout the entire interaction but he couldn’t help but want you living room interact with the two kids. Back in the day, if you would’ve asked him if he believed in love at first site he would’ve said no. But he was pretty sure he was in love with Y/n already.

Once out of sight, Bucky took that opportunity to speak after a beat.

“Have I ever told you I’m glad you treat your nephew’s so well, Sam?” He asked after clearing his throat.

Sam sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Bucky turned to him with a huge grin on his face.

“Cuz I’m gonna give you another one.”

Slowly Sam began to laugh, albeit one full of sarcasm, Bucky joined in sincerely. They laughed together for a moment before Sam ceased, his face expressionless.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah Sam?”

“I’m going to kill you.”