#bruce/betty masterlist

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Bruce/Betty Masterlist

[don't count the miles] (ao3) - Feather (lalaietha) G, 2k

Summary: She ends up talking about it to Natasha Romanoff one evening, over very Italian coffee in the shell of what will eventually be Natasha's floor.

[not my ugly side] (ao3) - Feather (lalaietha) G, 4k

Summary: The fight technically starts over coffee - specifically, over who needs to get up and refill the coffee cups - and then it sort of mushrooms from there. Or maybe branches out is a better way of describing it, because it gets way the hell and gone off topic pretty quick, rapidly covering the ground of "but I always get the coffee" and moving onto "maybe we should ask Tony for one of those Nespresso machines" and from there escalating happily up into every single one of Betty's instincts screaming that there has got to be a catch to that, even if her logic has basically accepted there isn't, mixing uncomfortably with all of the irrational discomfort with asking for more stuff that she'll never be rid of, jumping track over to whether or not they're being wasteful, and finally the volume dials itself up until Bruce stands up from the table with his hands on his hips and half-shouts, "And this isn't even about the coffee, is it?"

accidentally family (ao3) - Katsuko T, 2k

Summary: As odd as the statement may be, it was a simple series of accidents that had made their little family what it was. Or, how the Banners accidentally became the Banners.

After the End (ao3) - copperbadge T, 3k

Summary: "You looking for someone?" "A friend. My friend Bruce. I came here to find him."

An Unforgettable Day (fanfiction.net) - Aboodash56 T, 1k

Summary: One-shot story. After the defeat of Thanos and the death of Thunderbolt Ross, Bruce and Betty decide to start anew with their lives together.

background (ao3) - seekingsquake past bruce/betty G, 1k

Summary: Bruce's life revolved around her, even after she had gone.

breadcrumbs (ao3) - irnan G, 2k

Summary: Betty is aware that this is not going to work unless she can come up with a better plan than calling up the Pentagon and asking if they can direct her to a scientist who occasionally turns into a giant green monster, a specific one, she didn't just wake up this morning with a craving, she's actually his girlfriend, so would they mind very kindly putting her through... ?

Tempting, just to hear the reaction on the other end, but Bad Plan. For one thing, she's not sure the Pentagon knows jack squat about... well, anything. It seems expedient to take a different approach.

cracks (ao3) - seekingsquake G, 6k

Summary: Bruce has never been able to take a breather. The team reminds him that he’s not on the run anymore.

Feel Like Home (ao3) - Trumpeteer34 G, 22k

Summary: Six months after the Invasion of New York, Betty receives a phone call.

Forces of Nature (ao3) - seekingsquake T, 5k

Summary: Twenty five years is a long time to be at opposite ends, but the earth and the ocean never did play well together.

I'm With Stupid (ao3) - intangible_girl T, 2k

Summary: He never thought he'd miss kissing this much. He'd enjoy it more if he didn't have a big, green backseat passenger to worry about.

Bruce comes home to Betty after the events of the Avengers.

Missed Connections (ao3) - Chaibelle bruce/betty, pepper/tony G, 2k

Summary: Bruce wonders where Betty was during the attack on New York. Meanwhile, Betty is looking for a doctor in Calcutta...

Shifting Gears (ao3) - seriousfic clint/natasha, bruce/betty T, 7k

Summary: Okay, I didn't hate AoU like a lot of people and I'm not an ardent shipper of Clintasha, but I thought it'd be fun to experiment with a Clintasha/Bruce&Betty rewrite of AoU, just as a writing exercise, sticking largely with the established storyline.

Small Acts of Defiance (ao3) - icarus_chained bruce/betty, pepper/tony T, 4k

Summary: So, Tony might have kidnapped the love of Bruce's life. In his defense, she was totally cool with that.

Small Comforts (ao3) - lucdarling G, 1k

Summary: Sometimes it's heroes who need a hug most of all.

Sticky Notes (ao3) - blacKatDP G, 2k

Summary: It's been months since Bruce Banner gave up his humanity to save her, but he keeps coming back to her in little, green pieces.

The Letter (ao3) - copperbadge M, 2k

Summary: Bruce is a great scientist, a hell of a letter-writer, and kind of an idiot in certain other respects.

the love lab (ao3) - anthropologicalhands pepper/tony, jane/thor, bruce/betty T, 3k

Summary: His teammates are getting a little too frisky in the lab. Tony tries to set boundaries.

these walls are paper thin (ao3) - IamShadow21 T, 13k

Summary: When most people think of Bruce Banner and The Hulk, they think of it as an either/or situation and assume that it’s easy to tell who they’re face to face with.

Most people are wrong.

Thirteen Years Later (ao3) - Blizzard_Fire M, 4k

Summary: Tony slung an arm over Bruce's shoulders. ‘Green bean here just got his first date in thirteen years.’

‘Ah!’ Thor clapped his hands in delight. ‘Who is the fortunate one?’

‘It’s Betty,’ Bruce said reluctantly.

Natasha's eyebrows shot up. ‘Betty as in the Betty?’

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

In a World of Boys, He's a Gentleman

Words: 1748

Warnings: references to cheating, name calling, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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This takes place pre Dick. Maybe little bit of being Batman? Basically Bruce is still really known as a playboy, but unlike many of my other ones here, this Brucie is a good boy and isn't gonna cheat because hell nah. I also am having that, like Bruce, Y/N had her own reputation because that just makes sense to me

Also, Y/N is also rich in her own right, which is why there are references of her and Bruce growing up together and other things like that. So yeah, yippee

The swimsuit that Y/N wears is described to be a two piece, but not that it shows skin or not so imagine that however you wish you; if you see it as a bikini or one with a top that covers everything and has bottoms basically making it a one-piece

This is the "Slut!" part of my 1989 event! You can also see this as the one for "Blank Space" since I wasn't doing one fully

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N stood next to Jessica Sturwich as she talked about her husbands new investments. The sun beat down on them as they stood on the yacht that Bruce had recently begun to own. Her eyes drifted around, trying to drown out the sound of Jessica's annoyingly high pitched nasally voice.

She laughed to herself as she saw Elizabeth Bynes in, what she would describe as, a flamingo pink bikini, shamelessly flirting with Bruce. A small smile graced her lips as she saw him throw her a "help me" look.

She looked back at Jessica and gave a small, fake laugh. "I'm sorry, but I'm gonna take my leave now, Bruce is calling me over."

As she turned on her heel and made her way towards him, she tried to not let what Jessica said hit her. "Hey, it's just the guy of the week. Not like you have to do everything he asks."

All she did was turn and shoot her a sweet smile, "Why don't you tell something similar to your husband's mistresses." Before turning back and making her way to Bruce.

As she reached him, she gently grabbed his bicep and kissed his cheek before smiling at Elizabeth. "Betty! I haven't seen you in such a long time! How's your mother?"

She watched as Elizabeth's smile faded. Betty had always been her least favorite nickname, plus Y/N knew that Elizabeth knew that she had been caught.

"She's been well." She watched as Elizabeth glanced at Bruce before looking at her again. "Who knew that the two richest people in Gotham would end up together."

Y/N hummed, "It makes sense." She smiled up at Bruce, who's arm fell down to her waist, before looking back at Elizabeth, "Also helps that he's much better than the other men I've been with."

"Right...and which number is he?"

She felt the way his arm tightened around her waist before he spoke. "I think that it's more of which number she is for me." She listened to his fake laugh before he sighed, "I think that we should finish up here and head back to shore. Why don't you go locate Adam Becker, I'm sure that he'd like you by his side at his gala tonight." He started to push him and her away, "See you later."

The two of walked away, out from the sight of everyone, before she leaned her head into his chest. Small tears gathering in her eyes. She hated the words that were always said about her. Even if they weren't lies, she did go from guy to guy...person to person. But she didn't sleep with them all. Only...at most half. Many of them weren't even relationships she had wanted. They were relationships her family had put her with.

But this...this wasn't it. This was one she had wanted.

Bruce gently kissed the top of her head before mumbling against her hair. "We don't have to go tonight." He tightened the grip around her waist, "We can stay at the manor, swim in the pool under the moonlight." She smiled against his bare chest as he rubbed circles into her lower back, his thumbs occasionally toying with top of her swim bottoms. "I could tell Alfred to leave us alone and we could just...be grown adults, alone, in a big pool."

She giggled before looking up at him, "As fun was that sounds." She gently grabbed his arms from behind her, moving them in from to hold his hands. "But we promised to be there. I already told my parents to not go cause I'd be there on their behalf."

He sighed, "Well...always can do that afterwards."

"Are you trying to get me to have sex in a pool, Mr. Wayne?"

He shrugged, "Not like you've never done it before."

"You wound me."

He smiled innocently, "Nothing around about that sweetheart."

She carefully moved from him as the bell rang that they were back at the port. "I think that I will meet you at yours before the gala tonight Mr. Wayne."

He gave her a lovesick smile as she walked away, "See you tonight, Miss. Y/L/N."

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Y/N stood next to Bruce as he talked to Lex Luthor. She adjusted her stance every once and a while, attempting to ignore all of the eyes on her. She knew why they were there, after all, she always ended up breaking up with guys at the third gala she went to with them. This was their third.

Everyone was expecting it to happen...but it wasn't going to.

"Y'know, I was surprised to hear that you and Miss. Y/N Y/L/N were together." She turned her head back to the other man, a small smile on her face as Bruce held her tighter. "Maybe you'll be the one to tie her down."

Her smile faltered and she move uncomfortably as the words left Lex's mouth. But before she could cover her uncomfortability with an awkward joke, Bruce came in. "I don't see it as tying down as much as I see it as me possibly being someone she finds safety in."

She looked up at him with a smile, a real happy smile, as she leaned into him. He was right. For the first time in years, she felt like she could be herself with him. Be...not the dumb rich girl she had pretended to be for so long.

She had been so lost in her own world that she hadn't realized that Bruce had pulled her away from Lex and the rest of the crowd until she felt her back collide with a wall and he brought his hand to her face gently.

"You were upset. What happened?"

She sighed "People were staring."

"And?" He leaned in and kissed her, "You look so fucking gorgeous tonight, of course they're going to."

"But that's not--"

"You're all dressed up, let them stare."

She allowed her lips to form a small smile, "We're both dressed up, so I guess...I guess they might as well be looking at us."

He smirked, "Really?"

"And...I think, maybe for once, it might be worth being called a slut." She leaned in before whispering, "Or maybe I'm just drunk."

He tilted his head to the side in confusion his lips opening slightly, as if he was about to say something. But they closed before a gently smile and look fell upon his face. "Why don't we go back out there, hm?"

She smiled gently and nodded, "Okay."

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Y/N laughed at the front page of the newspaper as Bruce came and wrapped his arms around her. She lifted the paper for him to see and soon enough his own chuckle filled the air. "World renowned rich, billionaire, heiress, and slut; Y/N Y/L/N looks like she might have actually fallen in love with billionaire and philanthropist Bruce Wayne as she gave him this look last night at Adam Becker's charity gala. Has she really found the one or is this just her current boy of the month?" He looked down at her, "What do you say?"

She hummed, "I think that they looked at my drunk expressions and try to read my mind."

He kissed her temple before speaking, "I mean to say, you hardly had anything to drink to drink last night. What did you mean by being drunk?"

She smiled up at him, "Not from alcohol." She tilted her head to the opposite side of his, allowing her lips to ghost the shell of his ear. The words leaving her mouth before she meant to let them, her still half asleep mind not fully thinking. "I meant drunk from love."

She felt herself and him freeze, both of them processing what she had just said. The L word. Something she had contemplated saying for so long, but kept convincing herself to not to out of fear for what he would say just slipped out of her lips.

But instead of anger or him laughing at her, his lips formed a smile. "You love me?" She silently nodded and he turned her around before kissing her intensely. He pulled away, but only to put his forehead onto hers. "I love you too."

It led to her swallowing hard, "But what if it blows up in our faces...in your really pretty face?"

He shrugged, "Then it does." He kissed her gently before brushing hair from her face, "I love you so much. I was just scared that you didn't."

"And I was scared that you didn't love me."

He smiled, "I guess we're just two idiots."

She smirked slightly, "Two slutty idiots."

He laughed and nodded, "Yes, two very slutty idiots."

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Y/N sobbed as she held onto her stomach, trying to comfort herself. She knew she shouldn't let it affect her, but she couldn't help it. She tried to ignore the television as it played the news channel talking about Bruce with another woman last night. She sobbed, she knew Bruce. But it didn't that she knew that everyone wanted him. But she knew it was just one of those issues when someone was at the right place at the wrong time...or maybe this case it was wrong place, right time.

She barely heard the door to the bedroom click before she felt Bruce's arms wrap around her, whispering into her ear that it was okay. She sobbed into his shoulder. She didn't understand why this was hurting her in the way that it was.

"I'm so sorry baby, I tried to push her off of me before. Please believe me. I'll...I'll do anything to prove it to you."

She breathed shakily, "I believe you. I just...I don't know why this is hurting me the way it is."

He moved to gently take her head in her hands to make her look at him. "Because...this is the longest real relationship either of us have had." He brushed hair from her face, "Trust me when I say that I never want to hurt you. Not on purpose at least."

She nodded and buried her head against his shoulder as he held her tightly. She refused to let him go. Refused to let him get away from her.

She refused to let him go as it felt like he was one of the only gentlemen in a world full of boys.

[scarisd3ad]

‘Scarisd3ad’s Masterlist

Decided to make a new one because I don’t know if all the links in my old one work anymore. As you can see I got rid of a bunch of old fic (mainly Steve’s because a lot of the things 13 y/o me wrote for him were god awful) because A I reread them and cringed my ass off while doing so, so decided to scrub any evidence of it off the internet or B the link doesn’t work in the og masterlist and I’ve lost the fic. I also got rid of a couple fandoms I write for because I either don’t get requests for them or I’m not interested in being associated with the fandom anymore.

Request box

all requests are open as of February 8th, 2024.

Key fluff - ☁️ angst - 🌧️ finished fic - ☑️ ongoing fic - ✅

events

Halloween writing challenge - ‘22, ‘23, ‘24

Christmas writing challenge - ‘23

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stranger things

Steve harrington

found you 🌧️☁️ (series discontinued)

red 🌧️☁️ (series discontinued)

Jump then fall 🌧️☁️ (series) ✅

fake dating ☁️🌧️ pt2

first day jitters 🌧️

sober🌧️☁️

begin again🌧️☁️

promptober day 4 - decorating your apartment☁️

promtober day 18 - going to the pumpkin patch☁️

promptober day 29 - handing out candy to trick or treaters ☁️

promptmas day 6 - secret Santa ☁️

In a world of boys, he’s a gentle man ☁️

Robin Buckley

you like me? ☁️

horror movie marathon ☁️

Billy Hargrove

no Fics available

Jonathan byers

no Fics available

Eddie Munson

no Fics available

mike wheeler

no Fics available

El hopper

no Fics available

Lucas Sinclair

promptober day 9 - getting lost in a corn maze ☁️

max Mayfield

no Fics available

Dustin Henderson

no Fics available

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scream

Billy Loomis

Trouble ☁️ (series) ✅

Stu macher

promptober day 6 - movie night ☁️

promptober day 10 - "are you scared?" 🌧️

promptober day 31 - Halloween party ☁️

Trouble ☁️ (series) ✅

Sidney Prescott

no Fics available

Tatum riley

promptober day 5 - shopping for Halloween costumes☁️

Dewey riley

no Fics available

randy Meeks

no Fics available

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miscellaneous

Jason dean (heathers)

no Fics available

Conrad fisher (tsitp)

no Fics available

min ho (xo kitty)

no Fics available

bill denbrough (IT)

no Fics available

Georgie cooper (young Sheldon)

no Fics available

Cooper Adam’s (trap)

No fics available

Paddy (speak no evil)

No fics available

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the last of us (hbo and game)

Joel miller

superstar☁️🌧️(series) ✅

highway don't care 🌧️☁️

promptober day 16 -trick or treating with him and Sarah ☁️

promptmas day 3 - baby its cold outside ☁️

promptmas day 7 - decorating the tree. ☁️

promptmas day 10 - writing Christmas letters with Sarah ☁️

promptmas day 12 - Christmas day ☁️

Too sweet 🌧️

Ellie Williams

no Fics available

Tommy miller

no Fics available

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The black phone

Vance hopper

grabbed🌧️

the grabbed🌧️(series) ☑️

wearing his vest (blurb)☁️

matching costumes☁️🌧️

braids☁️

Promptober day 8 - “I don’t dance”☁️

Promptober day 13 - “take them all”☁️

Promptober day 30 - Halloween sleepover☁️

Bruce Yamada

Promptober Day 12 - dancing in the rain☁️

Promptober day 24 - going to the carnival ☁️

Promptmas day 9 - snowball fight☁️

robin Arellano

Robin standing up for chubby!girlfriend!reader🌧️☁️

Finney Blake

Trick or treating ☁️

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the walking dead

Daryl Dixon

to the end and back (series)🌧️☁️✅

promptober day 2 -"its cold" ☁️

promptober day 19 - "i dont do cotumes" (pre apocalypse! daryl)☁️

promptmas day 2 - first christmas after the world ends ☁️

Carl Grimes

Promptober day 7 - “do you think it’s Halloween yet?”☁️

Promptober day 22 - cuddles ☁️

Promptober day 25 - telling scary stories☁️

Promptmas day 8 - reminiscing on past Christmases☁️

Rick Grimes

no Fics available

Glenn Rhee

August - betty - cardigan (mini series)🌧️☁️✅

Promptober day one - drunk after a bonfire ☁️

Promptober day 11 - stealing their sweaters ☁️

Promptober day 17 - the power going out (pre apocalypse Glenn) ☁️

Promptober day 21 - injuries 🌧️☁️

Promptober day 23 - “do you miss Halloween?” ☁️

Maggie Greene/Rhee

No Fics available

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Five Nights At Freddy

Promptober day 15 - Sneaking into the pizzaria🌧️

Promptober day 26 - comforting cc after mike scares him 🌧️

Micheal Afton/Schmitt

Promptober day 3 - trick or treating with cc, Elizabeth, and Mike ☁️

Promptober day 14 - Halloween party ☁️

Promptober day 27 - “I hate Halloween” 🌧️

Promptmas day 1 - baking cookies with him and Abby☁️

Promptmas day 11 - the night before Christmas ☁️

William Afton

Freddy fazbear (any variant)

No Fics available

Chica(any variant)

No Fics available

Foxy (any variant)

No Fics available

Bonnie (any variant)

No Fics available

Montgomery gator

Promptober day 28 - Sneaking out of the pizzaplex to trick or treat☁️

Roxanne wolf

No Fics available

sun/moon

No Fics available

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Talk to me

Hayley

Promptober day 20 Having an encounter with the hand 🌧️

Mia

No Fics available

Jade

No Fics available

Daniel

No Fics available

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Descendants

Mal

No Fics available

Evie

No fics available

Carlos de vil

No fics available

Jay

No fics available

Harry hook

No fics available

Uma

No fics available

Ben Florian

No fics available

Chad charming

No fics available

Hades

No fics available

[haveyoureadthisdcfic]

DC Fic Masterlist:

(The first 100 fics. Since that's how many links Tumblr allows. New list HERE.)

2:13 am, by crucifixinhell

abberations, by peltonea

Absolution, by Miles_2_Go

Ain't No Compass, by ebjameston

all maps lead to el paso, by Traincat

All The Dying Children, by Kieron_ODuibhir

And Other Hazards of Heroism, by Kieron_ODuibhir

And They're Only Getting Better, by angel-gidget

Angry Birds, by heartslogos

Another Mirror, by byrambles

Another place to be, by Teland

Asses to Ashes, Dust to Dust (filling up my coffee cup), by lilavaporizer9000

bait and switch, by marquis

brilliant (like a confession), by kathkin

Buried Low Beneath Your Guilt, by protagonistically

call it a draw, by irnan

cards on the table, by wesslan

The Care and Keeping of Your Cross-Dimensional Hallucination, by candlebreak

The Case of the Disappearing Felines, by jamjar

Close To Home, by iesika

Cold, by Betty

Detachment, by bonehandledknife

Drinking Problem, by audreycritter

exhale in Years, by Mayarenerose

First Times, Upon Returning to Metropolis, by huzzlewhat

fun and games, by prismatical

The Fundamental Things Apply, by Thistlerose

Going Home (To The Place Where I Belong), by WakingNightmare

Gonna Be A Better One (A Thousand Miles To Your Door), by Traincat

Goodbyes, by Chimaera-Hero

Got That Ambition Baby, by Diana_Raven

Gotham Online, by julidoesnotwrite

Grow Up So Fast, by InsaneTrollLogic

Hallucinations, by goldenraeofsun

how to hide a stray resurrected superhero from your parents/parental figure, by drakefeathers

Hyperobjects, by stevieraebarnes

I Walk This Empty Street, by SpacePocketGhost

in the family of things, by deadchannelradio

In Service, by smilebackwards

The Interface of Your Fractured Being, stevieraebarnes

Into the Brighter Night, by shoalsea

Invisible Line, by AraWrites

Iron, Fire, Mirror-Glass, by PurpleSoot

Just tell me, tell me, tell me, by lurkinglurkerwholurks

leash, by envysparkler

Life in the Fast Lane, by TheResurrectionist

Like a Hinge, Like a Wing, by Ultrageekatlarge

the living sea of waking dreams, by r_astra

The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne, by theskeptileptic

The Long Way Around, by Betty, Zee

lyric from coldplay's "yellow" // we found love in a g-dless place, by CosmoKid

Maybe with a Shift in Planets, by SilverSkiesAtMidnight

A Meditation on Railroading, by eggmacguffin

Merry and Bright, by strikeyourcolours

a million dreams, by CaptainOzone

Never A Hero, by iesika

Never Mind About The Shape I'm In (I'll Keep You Safe Tonight), by WakingNightmares

News Flash, by Mithen

No Dawn, No Day, by quipquipquip

north star, by starlingsinwinter

Not Completely Powerless After All, by Chimaera-Hero

Orpheus Rising, by ClockStrikesThree

Panic Room, by envysparkler

Perennial, by glymr

promise me (we'll never grow up), by popsunner

Quantum Quickstep, by Askell

Raisin Delight, by LemonadeGarden

Replacement Was Never The Right Word, by sinspiration

Robin Exit Interview, by takesomecalpol

Robins In The Dead Of Night, by AnActualCrow

Roman Holiday, by AmeliaFaulks

second chance, by envysparkler

shipling rivalries, by ScarlettSwordMoon

Sign Your Life Away, by navpike

The Sincerest Form of Flattery, by yoremipsum

So … Rock, Paper, Scissors, by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

Solomon's Paradox, by stevieraebarnes

tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine, by Luvo

Terrible Sting, Terrible Storm, by airyoubreathe

there are many ways to heal, by AstraEllis

There's a Lot of Inches, by protagonistically

They fuck you up. your mum and dad. (-They may not mean to, but they do.), by llamallamaduck

Through the Wire, by pissvinegarandacrowbar

a timeline can be a haunted house, by connerdrakewayne

to brighten up even your darkest knight, by Nokomis

to the red planet Mars, by r_astra

the trolley problem, by Scarlet_Ribbons

Try Harder, by heartslogos

Two of Them, by StormStuff

Untrimmable Lights, by Erisette

Vamped, by angel-gidget

The Warehouse on Chester, by chibi_nightowl

weep little lion man (you're not as brave as you were at the start), by popsunner

What's in a Name?, by Bog_Witch841

Who's Afraid?, by Cereal_Forks

Wing Beats in Reverse, by firefright

Without Question, by lowflyingfruit

yeah dad, maybe no one is perfect, by Luvo

you can swear in my hoard, by InkpotSprite

[beermanoftana]

hi there!

i’ve eve. welcome to my multifandom and not spoiler free blog. all i do is blog, write, and talk about my fandoms and ships.

this pinned post is currently in progress so wait for me lol.

because i always change my urls, here is a list of urls i have used for the past few years:

theevetoyouradam

eveangelleicalarcher

likeevelikeeve

munchkintomypenguin

regslivkos

justinarana

paulzamar

yeongsshin

yeongxshin

redthreadoffate

dangerously close to changing it again to something calvin oftana related hahaha jk jk

once my masterlist has been fixed, i’ll put it up properly.

just a gist of my top three fandoms and ships (both in no order):

digimon - yamato x mimi, takeru x hikari, jenrya x ruki, koji x izumi

power rangers - adam x katherine, leo x karone, carter x dana, sky x z, bridge x syd, xander x madison, orion x emma, javi x amelia

marvel - clint x bobbi, steve x natasha, scott x jean, howard x peggy, phil x melinda, bruce x betty, loki x jane, vision x wanda, scott x hope, t’challa x nakia, druig x makkari, marc x layla, kareem x kamala, slight bucky x sam

here's a comprehensive list of all my ships if you're interested...

main ships ships animanga ships (wip)

if you’d like to have a chat with me, i’m always here!

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[darsynia]

I Know No Other Way Than This | Ch 3

(Bruce Banner/OFC, Tony Stark & Bruce Banner Friendship, post-Avengers 1 Soulmate AU multichapter)

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Summary: Bruce tried to forget he had soulmate words entirely, but on the day of the Chitauri attack, he returned from his stint as the Hulk to find that his black words had turned silver. His soulmate must have watched him shift from the Other Guy into himself and said them while he was unconscious…

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Excerpt:

“Starting to worry that Cicely has a stalker,” Tony said to him, seventeen days after the attack on the city, four days since he’d brought her up the last time.

“I know she does,” Bruce muttered. He double clicked to start the simulation he’d taken the whole day to set up, and sat back in his chair.

“Two, then, since you don’t count. You really haven’t even opened the folder! I’m torn between being disappointed and jealous of your restraint.”

“Tony, forgive me if I don’t trust your motives.”

“The same guy has followed her to work for at least a week. Even when she had a day off and showed up to volunteer for one of the kid’s Make a Wish event. She left a whole 85 minutes later than normal.”

“What’s normal is not weaponizing surveillance video access against two people who clearly don’t want anything to do with each other!” Bruce sighed.

Chapter Three: Hitting the Third Rail

Back in high school, it was normal to worry about whether fate would choose soulmates for them who were ugly, stupid, or cruel. Bruce and his friends all looked forward to their Words appearing, as everyone did and just as everyone did, they’d overanalyzed the resulting words and phrases. Because of the social norm of men often being older than their partners, only about half of the guys had anything appear at 16.

Bruce’s Words had shown up when he was 30.

He wasn’t sure what day, exactly. Just that he’d seen them in the mirror after a shower in 1999, black and striking, completely unexpected. Knowing that his soulmate had just turned 16 was disconcerting-- a fourteen year age difference was a lot, but not world-ending. For the most part, because of their location, he’d been able to ignore the words. They seemed to just imply that at some point in his future, he’d meet a young woman who probably worked in healthcare, treating him for something that implied he had a vitamin deficiency.

Bruce was more grateful for those words and that age difference a few years later when he met Elizabeth Ross. At 32 years old, he was far more interested in her than some 18 year old woman just starting her life.

And Betty had no words at all.

It was a secret, one he’d gleaned after they’d become intimate. He hadn’t been looking, had wished there was a way to hide his. They were ‘tomorrow’ words, and Betty’s were, too. Her soulmate would someday turn 16 (her father used to tease her about this, but Bruce never did. She was hurt enough by the implications), or he’d died before he’d gotten the chance to. However it had happened, Bruce was happy to offer her his whole heart, because if anyone had deserved it, it was Betty, not some random, unnamed woman whose claim he didn’t even agree to.

After the accident, Bruce hadn’t had time to examine what the words ‘Something tells me you almost certainly have a vitamin deficiency’ meant to his new situation. He spent a not-insignificant amount of time strength training, hoping that bulking up might make some sort of difference in understanding the part of himself that didn’t have to. His new physique made it very hard to look down and see the black cursive marks on his skin. Bruce hadn’t found any more clarity in that lifestyle than in any of the others, though, and eventually stopped bothering.

It wasn’t difficult to ignore the words once Bruce had fully understood the Hulk was a permanent part of him. No way in hell would he involve another woman in his life, not when he couldn’t guarantee her safety. Bruce even spent a few years avoiding mirrors entirely after waking up with a flash of seeing himself as the Other Guy in the imperfect reflection of a shop window in India. That shame had thankfully faded, but the underlying cause was still full in effect.

Now, with a new life as Tony Stark’s colleague in this technologically advanced wonderland, Bruce was willing to overlook his friend’s quirks if it meant he could feel safe (to be around) and respected. By ten days past the battle, Stark had been good to his word, paying a fortune to construct a basement room with a special button Bruce could hit on the elevator that would lead directly to it. There were protocols throughout the tower, all meant to keep the other residents and workers safe.

The food was great. The research was engaging. He was able to sleep soundly at night. The only catch was that Tony Stark had glommed onto the soulmate thing and just would not let go.

Part of the problem was Stark’s own history with his soulmate, Pepper. Their long road to happiness was appropriately dramatic, for Stark family history as well as Tony’s own ostentatious personality. Bruce wished this weren’t the case so often during that first week of time spent working with Tony that if there had been a magical being that granted wishes, they would have granted Bruce’s just to get a moment’s peace.

The only reason Bruce was in any way sane was because he’d gained JARVIS’s trust. The AI butler seemed to appreciate how close Stark could come to actually bringing out the Other Guy when it came to Cicely Besnard, and had started blocking the invasive auto-play videos Stark liked to embed into Bruce’s technology. Before JARVIS had put his virtual foot down, Bruce had been treated to Cicely’s typical walk to her job (a children’s hospital), a time-lapse of her working at a community garden, and more footage of her helping people during the Chitauri attack.

She seemed like a genuinely nice person, skilled in her job, good with people, not to mention completely lovely. Exactly the sort of person one would hope to be your soulmate. The problem was, Bruce was exactly the wrong person to be hers. He was the nightmare scenario, too old for her, too many unfixable issues, and one great big skeleton in his mental closet.

Thanks to JARVIS’s crisis of conscience, Tony’s Cicely videos were sent straight to a folder on Bruce’s desktop (which were still synced to his phone, yes) unviewed. Once the AI intervened, Bruce had the choice of whether or not to watch. It took Tony a while to realize this. After the third offhand comment that Bruce didn’t quite know the context to, the billionaire figured out that Bruce had sidestepped his war of attrition.

“You bewitched my butler!” Tony wasn’t even upset. Instead, he seemed to be impressed.

“He told me he was designed with a sense of right and wrong. Considering that you struggle with the concept, I’m even more awed by your achievement,” Bruce told him.

“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.”

The conversation moved on, and again, Bruce made the mistake of thinking that was the end of it.

“Starting to worry that Cicely has a stalker,” Tony said to him, seventeen days after the attack on the city, four days since he’d brought her up the last time.

“I know she does,” Bruce muttered. He double clicked to start the simulation he’d taken the whole day to set up, and sat back in his chair.

“Two, then, since you don’t count. You really haven’t even opened the folder! I’m torn between being disappointed and jealous of your restraint.”

“Tony, forgive me if I don’t trust your motives.”

“The same guy has followed her to work for at least a week. Even when she had a day off and showed up to volunteer for one of the kid’s Make a Wish event. She left a whole 85 minutes later than normal.”

“What’s normal is not weaponizing surveillance video access against two people who clearly don’t want anything to do with each other!” Bruce sighed. “Have you ever spent any amount of time watching a city street before? People have schedules. It’s far more likely that the guy happened to have a delayed schedule the same day she did. You get to know the faces of people who take the subway at the same time as you do. Same with walking. I’m sure she’s fine.”

“You’re saying you think this is a regular people thing I’m too Billionaire to understand?”

“Yeah, Tony, I am.”

“What if I had JARVIS run some--”

“Tony,” Bruce gritted out, feeling the familiar flames of fury licking out of their containment in his mind.

Stark put his hands up, backed away, and told the AI to turn up the music in his adjoining lab. The sound could be heard through the wall, but it wasn’t too annoying. At the connecting door, though, his friend stopped.

“Captain Optimism mentioned something the other day in his weekly emails-- I should send them along to you. They’re earnest as fuck, it’s almost embarrassing. Anyway, he suggested maybe we should do some training fights in your containment room. With Hulk. I mention it now because I sense that if I bring this subject up again, we might just call everyone in impromptu. How much do you think you’d hate that?”

Bruce chuckled. “Tony, your ability to turn every situation somehow to your advantage makes me understand a lot more about how your family business is so successful. If that’s hereditary? So much suddenly makes sense.”

“I bet it’s galling that your method of chastising your colleagues ends up just going right over my head, Brawl Bunyan.”

Stark’s nicknames were a thing that Bruce found amusing when they weren’t related to him, and irritating but tolerable when they were-- but that one really cracked him up. He had to set his glasses on the desk and rub his eyes not to let Tony see the tears of laughter.

“Yeah, I’m done here, that can’t be topped,” Tony said. Bruce wholeheartedly agreed.

Bruce woke up that night in a cold sweat. His nightmare was directly attributable to Tony’s concerns about his soulmate. In it, Bruce was unable to transform into Hulk to protect Cicely from an aggressor, and just before the man killed her, he taunted Bruce. ‘What good are your objections now?’

He didn’t put much stock in dreams usually, but this one was pretty clear. The best way to prevent a recurrence was also clear: Bruce should go through the videos he was avoiding. Seeing for himself whether Tony’s concern was warranted would put paid to the whole thing one way or another.

Because if Tony was right, Bruce had every intention of making sure his soulmate was safe, even if she never knew about it. He owed her that much.

It was two in the morning, but Bruce got up, pulling on a dressing gown over his t-shirt and sleep shorts instead of getting dressed.

“JARVIS?” he said, looking up at the ceiling.

“Yes, Dr. Banner?”

“Is it unethical of you to prevent your boss from finding out I opened this folder at two in the morning? Given that being taunted about it might set off some emotional distress on my part?”

“Are you trying to bewitch me, Doctor?”

“You’re more than a butler, JARVIS. And I think you know I have a zero bewitchment policy that’s active right now,” Bruce said.

“Consider me bewitched. I’ll conceal the time for twenty-four hours, after which I will simply note that the folder was open on this date.”

“Thanks.”

Double-clicking the folder felt almost taboo. He picked a file at random, opening it to see that it showed Cicely at the library, seated at the same computer as before. Her hair was in its ponytail, and she was in scrubs. The timestamp showed this was two days after the first library visit, probably after her shift.

This time, her search term was ‘Bruce Banner articles.’ Her blue eyes were serious, her teeth worrying at her lower lip as she sorted through the many, many results. To his surprise she didn’t click on the ones about gamma radiation. Bruce forced himself to pause the video to see how long it was.

It was an hour.

Swearing lightly under his breath, he clicked away from the video. Watching it would do nothing good for his plans to avoid even thoughts of her, as tempting as it was. 

The next three videos he watched showed Cicely heading two or from work. It was a twenty-five minute walk for her, one that seemed to do in scrubs on cooler days and workout clothing on warmer ones. Bruce was glad to have an excuse not to focus on her but the people around her, because he could sense that he was warming to her as a person, maybe even as a person meant to be connected to him. That way lay danger.

He pulled out a notebook and started writing characteristics of people seen around her. Bruce knew he could probably ask JARVIS to do this, but he suspected that the nuance of ‘this person probably just has a similar schedule’ could be lost on the AI just like its creator.

An hour later, Bruce had meticulously gone through two dozen videos of Cicely Besnard going to and from work. His conclusion was that Tony could be right.

Someone seemed to be following her.

Next chapter, Bruce allows himself to be persuaded that he should show up at Cicely's apartment to see whether someone is stalking her...

[syngrafaes09]

Strange Nights | Vampire! Dr Strange x Y/n

Logline: After Y/N gets imprinted by a vampire Dr Strange, living under a fictive identity, they must unravel the cause behind her constant misadventures before their hopes are crushed forever.

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Chapter 2 : House of Wolves

"Fine," Rachael said placidly when asked to take Y/N out to Ridge point.

'Go out with the Bartons to the river. Surely she'll enjoy swimming across the river.' Rachael felt Mathew was getting on her nerves better than Y/N. What was the need to be so nice to her? Y/N losing what rightfully never belonged to her didn't seem unfair to Rachael.

It was humanitarian to have her as they were her only surviving relatives but forgetting and forgiving her and Uncle Charles for everything was something she wasn't going to do like her dad.

"Well, good luck," Mathew said to Y/N as she headed for the stairs. "Say my 'Hi' to Clint," he added over his shoulder before leaving for the Police Department in Concrete.

Waiting on the couch as Y/N got ready, Rachael thought of her father's plea, 'Get along with her for my sake or rather for Jane's sake'. She eyed her sister skipping down the stairs. She might try for her dead mother's sake. A maroon turtle neck with denim looked rationale for any I-am-not-fond-of-cold type of person but the black jacket gave the outfit the look of a biohazard suit.

"Is it too much?" Y/N asked when she saw being gazed at with criticism.

"Maybe," Rachael replied, biting her cheeks to avoid erupting with laughter.

Rachael felt the peaceful silence was going to be interrupted when they passed the house of vampires. Y/N opened her mouth to ask something. But then she decided against it and once again turned away towards the window. Maybe she was wondering who the hell stayed away from civilization. Their house was pretty at the end of the locality. But the vampires stayed further away yet not too away for reasons known.

While she drove, she got a little bit worried about Bucky's reaction to seeing her sister. He wasn't quite happy when Jade became friends with her. He was reserved, fit to be the serious leader of the pack. A tiny part of her hoped that Steve hadn't left for the police department. He always handled situations better than anyone in the family. And Nat would surely be pleased to see Y/N.

The Barton's house was vaguely similar to the Langs. The tiny house that once had been grey had one narrow window beside the weathered blue door. But the French window box on the left side of the house filled it with a rich forest smell and the delightful chirping of the bird, making the place cheerful.

The drizzling had stopped by the time they reached the Bartons. The familiar head of Jade popped near the window when Rachael pulled up beside the driveway. With Y/N on her trail, Rachael headed for the side door, unlike the front door. Bucky was near the edge of the woods, axing trees. She glanced over her shoulder to watch Y/N flush like a tomato at the sight of the most attractive alpha of the pack. All of her being prayed for him not to imprint on her. She was going to lose her mind if Y/N invaded this family of hers.

Jade pulled her in his wolfy hug when they reached the terrace. Clint shot up from his medical bed at the commotion of their arrival.

"Dad sent his 'Hi'. How's your broken leg by the way?"

"Better. But two more weeks is what Dr Bruce says before I can go back to woods and my hunting trips." He said with a sad undertone. She nodded, waving at Steve and Nat.

"You have grown quite big," Rachael remarked as she waved at the pregnant Betty.

"We are three months due." She said, rubbing her round stomach.

"Is that little Betty or little Bruce?"

"We kept that for surprise," she answered, grinning and Nat frowned. Nat didn't like surprises unless she is a part of them.

"Where are Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel?"

"Lila is at the Langs with Cassie. Cooper is with Bucky and Nathaniel.....," Nat trailed off, her eyes searching for him around the house and the near woods.

"Jade," she called out in a worried voice.

Jade was busy gossiping or trying to gossip with the shy Y/N. He shot his head in their direction after his name was called out. Rachael wondered whether finally Y/n had felt overdressed in front of the shirtless boys or tank-top-wearing Nat and had removed the jacket.

"What is it, mom?"

"Where's Nathaniel?"

He shrugged his shoulders at his adoptive mother.

"Must be by the river," Steve answered, loading his shotgun.

"Jade, why don't you take Y/N and Rachael with you and go to Ridge point," Nat said.

"Take Bucky and Cooper too. If he isn't there, they can go search for him elsewhere. Not a good time to loiter all alone." Steve added. Not a good time to loiter all alone was Steve's way of warning them of other packs in the town.

When they were about to leave with Steve, Natasha insisted on they stay back a little and try her muffins.

Y/N was nervous all the time she had been in the house. She wondered if the town was filled with such close-knit families. It wasn't like hers had been distant. It was well, Charles and Jane were always busy and she was sort of left out, not isolated, just left to her thoughts. It would be like the three of them would be in the same room yet in their own world. And when Nat talked about the New York floods, she felt they had not always been so distant. Once upon a time they were closely knit too.

"The men didn't take a ride or anything," Y/n asked, confused to see the jeeps lying idle, as they were upon their arrival.

Rachael considered whether she should tell Y/N about the werewolf side of her boyfriend and his family or simply make any vague excuse. She chose the latter option since it seemed less complicated and non - explainable. "They like to be on foot."

Watching Y/N gawking at a bunch of muscular men and women far ahead of them Rachael introduced everyone from the beginning.

"The house we went to was of Clint, the injured one. The pregnant woman was Betty Barton, married to Dr Bruce Barton, whom you haven't met. The one who asked about you and left before the boys, is dad's friend and colleague, Deputy Steve and the woman who talked to you was Natasha. Jade, my boyfriend is Nat and Steve's adoptive son. The brunette girl over there is Cassie Lang, daughter of Scott and Hope. Beside her are Nathaniel, Cooper and Lila; they are Clint's children. And the tallest one, the one who was with the axe in the woods, that's James Buchanan."

Y/N nodded, trying to remember all the new faces and their names.

After they walked along the river banks for a while, some of them went swimming. Sitting on the river bank and trying to make a conversation, an art she hardly excelled at, with five strangers, her nervous wandering eyes caught sight of another group of strangers on the opposite bank. Group- for they looked not too familiar to be a family. There were five of them - two of them had just got out of the water and were drying themselves, and the rest three were sitting idle. Beside them lay an untouched basket of fruits and loaves of bread.

None of them looked alike. Except for being lean and pale. Though one of the men was big-muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark spiky hair. The blond and the blonde were staring now in her direction. The last ones, a boy and a girl were small with untidy, wet bronze hair. They looked more childish than the rest of them.

Her attention was withdrawn from them, back to the company of her set of strangers by a deep, passionate, silvery voice.

"Hello."

She shifted her position to face her speaker.

"Hi."

"I am James Buchanan. But you can call me Bucky. Didn't get a chance to introduce myself back at home," he said, grinning.

"Oh. It's okay." She felt it wouldn't be quite difficult to not lose oneself in his deep oceanic orbs.

"err, I'm Y/n Henley," she replied, embarrassed that she was to be mistaken as either too mesmerised to introduce herself or lost examining some strangers.

"You are Mathew's...?"

"Niece/Half daughter."

He furrowed his brows in confusion and then nodded.

"Umm, who are the ones on the other side of the bank?"

He, squinting his eyes, frowned, "I don't see anyone. There's no one here, other than us."

Y/N turned her neck, to check the bank over her back. They were not there. The spot that was occupied by them just a minute or two ago was empty. They had vanished into thin air. It was quite strange. Who could wrap up their picnic so fast?

Splash. Water had been spilt across Bucky.

Everyone was laughing their asses off - Rachael and Jade, sitting a little away from us with their legs dangling in the river, had their hands clutched to their stomach; so were the others who were in the river. Bucky was glaring at the boy, whom she believed to be Cooper, who had a small cracked earthen pot in his hand. The probable vessel using which he had managed to spill.

If looks could kill, Bucky would have surely killed Cooper by now. But she had to admit, the drenched man was a sight to behold - the fierce ocean in his eyes, the soaked fabric clinging to his torso in all the right places - made him devilishly handsome.

She bit her cheeks to stop the laughter when he clenched his fists. It looked as if in an instant he could pounce on the poor prankster. But then he relaxed and everybody returned to their respective tasks.

"Are you wet? Did any water get to you?" He asked, wiping his face with his wet hands.

"No, I was lucky enough," she giggled, thanking God for the space between them. Unlike him, she thought, I wouldn't be as graceful being soaked with the icy water of the river in such moist weather.

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[pyaarii]

of pyhrric victories and car rides | Bruce Wayne

/ Masterlist /

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Summary: A collection of moments from yours and Bruce’s relationship

Warnings: break ins, harassing women, stalking, etc.

“Mr. Wayne, are you with us?”

“Oh, yes, of course.”

“Right then, I do think that the company’s stocks are headed – “

Although he tries not to, Bruce can’t help but lose track of the conversation again, and though he’s not exactly sure who the man he’s talking to is, it’s not particularly what is bothering him at the moment; what’s bothering him is you.

Well, what he thinks is you.

Because not even in his wildest dreams would he imagine that at the Wayne charity gala would he see you conversing with donors in the corner of the ballroom.

Before he has a chance to get a better look at your (supposed) face, a heavy hand is placed on his shoulder and the men he’s been having to entertain conversation with – fall silent as he turns around to see a familiar face.

“Sorry if I’m interrupting something gentlemen, but I was wondering if I could borrow Mr. Wayne, here, for a second?”

There’s a scattered murmur of compliance and the man next to Bruce flashes a bachelor-smile before they both walk away.

“I’m sure you’re aware of why I wanted to talk to you, Bruce.”

Bruce has to refrain from smiling, of course he does, for what other reason would the brother of the woman he’s been trying to seek out this whole evening come to talk to him about, except about you?

“I believe I do, but I would’ve preferred it if you had told me before this evening.”

His response elicits a small chuckle from the man beside him and he grabs two flutes of champagne from a waiter passing by before replying,

“Now what would be that fun in that. And, anyways, she told me not to tell you – or really, anyone about this.”

“About what?”

“Oh, yeah, she’s moving to Gotham.”

He passes the second flute to Bruce, who silently took the glass – still reeling from the words he just heard.

“Why is she – “

“Are you done bothering Bruce?”

Another voice interrupts their conversation, and for the first time tonight, Bruce finally gets to see you. You’re dressed in an ebony gown, with pale gold swirls tracing the expanse of the fabric – light and empyrean around you as the warm white glow casts a rosy look on the room as you stand in front of them – holding your own champagne flute, and of the pink liquid remaining, you swirled around the base of the glass.

“Of course, I’ll leave you to it.”

He casts a knowing smile at you before he leaves but not before you roll your eyes at him. Then, a silence befalls between the two of you – because it’s been 5 years and it feels a little too much like walking on eggshells between each other in this moment.

“Hi.”

You’re surprised that your voice is more breathless than you expected, and Bruce finds a small smile making its way onto his lips – matching yours.

“Hello.”

The conversation fizzles out again and you begin to fiddle with your hands, before Bruce clears his throat that you look up at him again.

“I heard that you’re moving to Gotham now?”

It takes a moment for you to comprehend his question, and then you’re nodding you head in confirmation.

“Oh, yeah, I – “ You pause before continuing. “They’re planning a re-opening of the theatre and Alyse Rosovsky – who’s idea it was – asked me to be part of the cast –”.

Of course, sometimes it slipped his mind, but he remembers your fascination with theatre films, pearls, Broadway lights and your mother’s tattered avant-garde dresses that you would convince her to let you wear. Sometimes, he forgets how much you love the sweeping curtains and backstage vanity tables – the ritualistic ideal of appraisal.

So, it wasn’t necessarily a surprise when you had told him – almost five years ago, that you were going to New York to study theatre and it wasn’t a surprise either when he saw you holding a neoteric award in the newspaper – the black and white picture of you on a podium blossomed a similar emotion to what he was feeling right now.

“– of one of the stage plays they’re planning.”

“Uh – oh.” He feels a little embarrassed for losing track of your explanation and all he can offer is a dazed smile.

“It’s been so long since I saw you, Bruce.”

It’s strange how your voice still sounds the same to him – basking in its honeyed twang and soft inflections that he remembers from years ago, and he’s not entirely sure why both of you never kept in touch after your departure but he pushes that sinking feeling away and shares a nostalgic smile with you.

“It’s good to see you.”

“Mhmm, I was wondering if you – “

“Y/n!”

You’re interrupted by a blonde woman; who’s donning a black slip dress and strands of hair are slowly escaping her intricate chignon and her eyebrows are furrowed as she approaches you both.

“Mr. Wayne,” A small nod of acknowledgement is exchanged between them both before she turns around to face you,

“Vistila is here and he’s dealing with the ‘sharks’ alone, so I came here to ask your help.” She begins to chew on her bottom lip as she explains the situation to you.

“Alyse it’s no problem, I – I’ll be there in a second.”

A relieved expression takes over Alyse’s face as she squeezes your shoulder but before she can leave you stop her.

“Oh – before you go, do you happen to have a pen?”

You eye the leather shoulder bag she’s clutching, and she quickly nods her head before pulling out a blue ballpoint pen and rushing off into the crowd.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

You ask as you place your empty flute glass and uncap the pen and ready it in your hand – raising an eyebrow in his direction as what you’re about to clicks in his head and he shakes his head.

“Good.”

You move closer to him and lift his free arm in your hand, pushing back the smooth fabric of the suit jacket and shirt sleeve underneath it, your cold fingers brushing over his warm skin – causes light goose bumps to raise, but you don’t notice as you list of a series of digits and smile at the phone number you’ve written on his arm before pulling down the fabric – covering the numbers and taking steps away from him.

“Call me sometime?” Your voice is cheeky, a rosy flush on your face as Bruce only takes a sip of his drink before you send a wink to his way and disappear into the crowd as well.

And all Bruce is left with is the scent of your perfume and the lingering touch of your fingers.         

It was nearly 6 pm when the clatter of dinner platter ware and Alfred’s call for them to come to dinner brought both children into that hall between the drawing room and the dining room – waiting for them was both the Butler and a woman toying with the gold pendant around her neck, her lips pulled into a thin line and sharp brows furrowed together in agitation.

“Where have you two been?”

“Mother, look!”

The little girl pipes up first, her pigtails whipping the air as she runs forward with something clutched tightly in her arms – but the dim lighting prevents the woman for seeing what it really is until the little girl reaches her. A little boy following in her steps, his face was also flushed and clothes askew.

“Look, look, look what we made for Bruce’s mom!”

The woman crouches down to see a pearl necklace in the little girl’s hands – and it clicks in her mind, as this was the reason the little girl had snuck away the faux pearls and string on their way to the manor.

“That’s so lovely, she’s going to love them,” Her voice is silky, and an earnest smile plays at her nude lips as she reaches out to smooth out the stray hairs in the girl’s hair, “But we have to go now darling, okay?”

“Okay! But wait one second.” The little girl turns around to pull the little boy along with her as they huddle away from the adults – who share a bemused look. They whisper with each other before the pearl necklace is carefully passed from the little girl to the boy who holds it with a delicate hold before they break apart from their huddle and the little girl happily wears the coat her mother assists her with.

“You can say goodbye now Y/n.”

The girl waves at the boy – who does the same and she exclaims,

“Mother, can Bruce come to our house so I can show him Jellybean?”

“Of course, darling.”

“Okay! Bye Bruce!”

The little girl is swept away in a flurry of coats and scarves and when they’re out of earshot her mother asks her,

“Now what was that for Y/n?”

“We made Bruce’s mom a present and – and Bruce is gonna give it to her when they’re going to go to the theatre!”

A small smile graced her lips and she pressed a light kiss to her daughter’s hair,

“That’s lovely, dear.”

“We were on a date.”

That silences Betty’s rant while de Vos only lets out a low whistle, which prompts a small snort on your side.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You have to try not to sigh because for the past 15 minutes all Betty has been doing is a  rant on last week’s newspaper headline – which is understandable, considering it’s her job.

Ever since you moved here, your parents had insisted in more security measures, their argument being that your 6’3 veteran driver (de Vos), wasn’t enough, leading them to hire Betty – she was barely 5 years older than you but there was purpose gracing her. There was a steely look in her blue eyes – which made them seem greyer than in actuality and she always wore the same gold chain necklace – with a feeble gold coin hanging from the middle.

She had been guarded in the beginning – which had led de Vos to say ‘what’s stuck up your ass’ at her standoffish behaviour at a gala, (to which she gave him a look than caused him to not a single word the rest of the night), but it was after a week when you were at a little café south of the theatre, and you spilled your coffee and (almost) dropped your croissant on the waiter, that she had genuinely laughed. And you had believed that maybe she har started to crumble her resolve a little after that – but it seems less likely now as you watch her frown deepen.

“I – I – “

“Press work was not part of the job description, and maybe a heads-up next time?”

You nod before contemplating your next words, which hang in the air after spoken,

“Well, I guess you should know that I’m meeting him now?”

Before anyone can respond, your phone starts ringing, prompting you to pull it out of your coat pocket, and quickly checking the caller id before answering.

“Hey, Jas.”

“Hi – I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“No – I was just going out for dinner.”

“Oh cool, sorry, I just saw the gazette headline and I – “

“Oh.” You start playing with the little buttons on your skirt as you listen to Jasmine and try to pretend that Betty and de Vos aren’t eavesdropping on the conversation.

“- you’re friends with Bruce Wayne?”

Friends? You’re pretty sure Bruce and you are more than just friends.

“I – I guess I am?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, I’ve gotten to meet him about 2 weeks ago?” It’s not a complete lie, considering you only met him – properly after years at the gala but it’s not like your complete history with him is something you’ve wanted to share publicly, especially since it means so much to you.

But you haven’t really had the chance to tell all that to Jasmine – considering you’ve known her for about half a year, the topic of Bruce had somehow never come up, which might be ironic, seeing how much time you’ve spent around her – and how close of a friend she was.

“And you didn’t know him before?”

“I – uh, I kinda did” Your response sounds a little pathetic and she only snorts in response. “It’s just that mine and Bruce’s parents had been really close friends so we just kinda spent a lot of time when we were young.”

She hummed in response,

“Are you going to come to my house for tea this weekend?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it if I could.”

“That’s a nice sentiment for my ego.” Her voice is soft as you hear the rustle of paper in the background and you smile – not that she can see.

“Hey, I’ll call you later, okay?” You rush out, eyeing the little café shop coming into view of the windshield, and hang the line after a soft goodbye is exchanged.

As the car slows to a stop, you grab your bag and before opening the car door, you lean forward so you have both de Vos and Betty’s attention.

“Not a word.”

You try not to smile and have to bite your lips and de Vos does the same before you quietly slip out of the car. Towards your date with Bruce.

You eyed the letters again before placing them back into the bag Betty had brought into the dressing room, before an uneasy feeling settled into your stomach.

“Are you ready?”

Betty’s orotund voice rang across the empty room, prompting you to lift your head out of hands to look at her through the vanity mirror you were currently sitting at. The warm lights from the vanity illuminated the deep frown on her face and simple gold chain around her neck glinted off the light.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

You voice came out more strangled than you hoped, followed by a throaty sob which you poorly tried to disguise as a laugh.

“Just calm down,” she paused as if she wasn’t sure if she should continue or not,

“Listen, I’m taking the letters to the station to have them examined and de Vos will take you back to the apartment and then we’ll figure out what to tell everyone and - “

“God, what the fuck am I going to tell them? ‘Hey mom and dad, there’s a fucking stalker who won’t stop sending me creepy letters and might potentially kill me, but I’ll be fine.’”

You wildly moved your hands around to illustrate your point to her, but she only sighs in response.

“They’ll understand, now come on, de Vos is waiting.”

She made her way to the vanity table before picking up the bag and tapping you on the shoulder as a gesture to get up. At which you release a deep sigh before harshly wiping at your watery eyes and smoothing your hair out before deciding to put on the comically large sunglasses that lay on the table as you collected all your things but before making your way, the wilting amaryllises in the  sepia vase caught your eye and a small smile graced your lips, your mind reminiscing but before you can do anything else, Betty calls for you and you hesitantly walk away and grab the coat Betty was holding out for you at the door.

“It’s ten pm.”

She quips after a pointed look at your glasses.

“Oh, fuck off.”

“I love it when you’re this annoying, did you know that? It’s my favourite part of the job.” The glasses disguise the eye roll you send in her way, but she knows you well enough to realize what you’re doing.

A beat passes before you speak up.

“Do you think we can stop by Bruce’s house before going back? I just wanted to talk to him.”

“Is there a reason why you can’t call him?” You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes again.

“You don’t think I’ve tried? All of them straight to voice mail.” Your voice is bitter, and Betty can tell so she relents.

“Okay, I’ll let de Vos know.”

“Thank you.” The words come out softer than you expected, and it elicits a soft (and rare) smile and nod from Betty.

…

“Miss Y/n, what brings you here so late?”

Alfred’s usual monotonous voice is laced with (some) surprise as he opens the doors for you to enter.

“I just needed to talk to Bruce about something, and he wasn’t picking up his phone so I thought I could stop by to talk to him… if he’s here?”

You hope he doesn’t notice the nervousness in your voice, as you clasp and then un-clasp your palms, watching him hang the coat in its place and turn to face you.

“Of course, miss, I’ll let him know you’re here.”

He leads the way to the drawing room and before he leaves you there – he hesitantly pauses to face you, face unmoving but you can feel him think.

“What is it Alfred?”

“It’s just, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but have you been crying miss?”

You don’t know why you’re not reacting to his question, but it takes you a painfully long moment to process his question before you respond,

“Oh – uh, yeah, well not really. I mean, I think the allergies? Well – I – I don’t have any allergies like I – I, that’s what I’ve always told everyone, I mean you know - you know how Autumn is around here, I just – “

“It’s fine Miss, I’ll send Master Bruce for you.”

His voice is monotonous again and the uneasy feeling comes back as he slips out of the room – leaving you to release a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

The next few minutes compromised of you pacing the room anxiously, going through the plan Betty and de Vos had told you and thinking about what you were going to tell Bruce. And in your perpetual state of worry, you miss the familiar sound of dress shoes clicking against the hardwood floor and a figure approaching you, until you feel a presence behind you and a hand reaching to grab your arm, that you let out a small cry of shock.

“Are you – “

“Oh my god, Bruce!”

It takes a second for the cuts and bruises littering his face to process in your mind, and as you reach out to take a hold of his cheek, he pulls back,

“Bruce – “

“Why’re you here?”

Your staring at him like a gaping fish – your worries about everything that happened this evening disappear as you frown at his unkempt state.

“I – I – What happened to you?”

You try and reach out again for him, but he grabs hold of your arms so that you can’t move to touch him, and you find yourself looking at the bags under his eyes, the shadows around his nose and your hearts aches – because he looks so tired.

“Bruce, I’m serious, what – “

“Why’re you here – “

You both speak at the same time, drowning each other out and you try to start again – but Bruce beats you to it,

“Y/n, what are you doing here?”

“I – Bruce, what the fuck happened to you?”

Your staring at his face – and his jaw only clenches in response and you search for any other response in his eyes – but they feel too steely under the dim glow of the light.

“Nothing, just an accident.”

“Bullshit.” You don’t know why you’re being so defensive and pressing the matter even though the rational part of your brain is telling you to stop, you don’t.

“Y/n, it’s nothing.”

“Well, I know it’s nothing, Bruce.”

That’s not wrong because you do truly know it’s not nothing; and the rational part of your part is now screaming at you to stop – and your thudding heartbeat is deafening in the silence of the room. Bruce only looks at you in response and somehow his lack of response edges you to continue on.

“Just tell me, I – I care about you.”

“Well, I never said that you needed to.”

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re only running on four cups of coffee, a granola bar and it’s almost the middle of the night and today you found out that there’s an obsessive, psychopathic stalker after you that you feel something snap.

You take a step back – lips drawn into a thin line and eyes trailing the tiles on the floor and make your way out of the room with all your things tightly clutched between your hands – you try to blink away the tears blurring your eyes but when that doesn’t work you quicken your pace – your boots clicking against the floor wood and keys frantically jiggling in your hands.

“Hey – “

You hear Betty’s voice as you exit the front doors, but you make a beeline for the car – dismissing her presence and prompting her to follow you,

“What happened?”

You don’t respond and she trails helplessly after you, face contorted into confusion and concern – which she mirrors with de Vos as you both near the car, you slamming the backdoor closed, leaving her to stand next to de Vos’ window, both of them quiet and sharing silent looks.

The ride starts of in an uncomfortable silence – no words exchanged and the only sound that was heard was the ignition starting and the occasional sound of you sniffling in the back.

De Vos can’t see much of your face through the rear-view mirror due to the darkness and shadows falling across your face every time a streetlamp passes by – but when he catches your eyes in the mirror as you harshly rub at the tear-stained cheeks, he has to say something,

“Kid – “

“Please don’t,” your voice is small, and the words come out more softly than intended and Betty only shares a pleading look to de Vos to continue.

“We’re just worried about you,” He sounds a little apprehensive, his usually gruff voice more clear and mellow now, “You can tell us anything, ya know, we’re here to protect you.”

When there’s still no response from you, Betty clears her throat and begins speaking,

“Look, I knew he wouldn’t be happy about this situation, but you should – “

“I didn’t tell him,” Your voice is strangled and abrupt, throwing Betty of track and she looks back at you,

“W-what – “

“I didn’t tell him anything about the letters.”

“Then why – “

“I don’t fucking know, okay? I don’t fucking know why he’s suddenly acting like he hates me and telling me that he doesn’t want me to be with him, okay?”

The last word is spoken more softly and comes out much less harsh and the car plunges into silence again – but you still feel like you can’t breathe, the words dawning a painful realization over you.

“Actually, can we go to Jasmine’s tonight?”

The words slip out before you can think them over and Betty nods her head after a moment and the rest of the car ride is full of an awkward silence that no one tries to fight against.

…

“Y/n?”

Jasmine opens her door after a fourth ring, her dark curls untamed and bouncing everywhere, and her eyes full of sleep.

“Hey,”

“What’re doing here? Do you know what time it is? Wait – why are you crying?”

She sobers up almost instantly, after glancing at your red, puffy face and your arms wrapped around your body tightly – behind you Betty moves forward to say something but you pipe up,

“Can I stay over tonight?” Your voice is feeble, and you can’t help but berate yourself for sounding so pathetic.

“O – of course, yeah, come in,” She moves, allowing the dim hallways lights to illuminate the figures on her front porch.

She moves to wrap an arm across your shoulders, pulling you closer to her so that the scent of her familiar agarwood perfume fills your senses.

“There’s something I need to tell you Jasmine.”

“Thank you, Betty!”

You exclaim, voice giddy and slightly slurred as you embrace her from the back of her seat, and fail miserably, which results in you erupting into giggles in the backseat of the car – as Jasmine tries to placate you

“Right. Just hurry up.”

She sighs as you and Jasmine make your way out of the car. Both of you walking in relative silence minus the occasionally stumbles and giggles from you as you walk towards the building, and it’s Anael who greets you at the darkly lit front desk, after hazily waving him ‘hi’, the elevator ride passes by as you ramble about Anael to Jasmine as she listens with a bemused look on her face.

“Crap, where are my keys,” You rummage through your bag noisily till the jingling keys are in your grasp and you drunkenly try to unlock the front door – that is until Jas coerces the key out of your hand and opens it herself and then you’re greeted with your apartment.

“Finally!” You exclaim, spinning around until you collapse on the beige couch in the middle of the room, your bag hitting the coffee table in the centre and you take in the room, something seems a little of place but your drunk mind can’t comprehend anything else so you watch as Jas places her bag on the marble counter top all the way across the room, in the dimly lit kitchen and she disappears into the hallway as you hear her say,

“I’m just gonna pee really quickly, and then we’ll look for your bag, okay?”

You hum in response and close your eyes as the silence settles around you and the only noise are the distant cars and faint sirens.

That is until your hear a thud and heavy footsteps approaching.

“Jas? Didn’t know you could pee so quickly?”

There’s no response.

You promptly push yourself up from the couch and the person you see walking towards you isn’t Jasmine and you feel yourself freeze in your place.

The man standing in front is wearing a dark jacket and in his hands there’s an envelope you can barely make out properly and the world momentarily stops as you lock with him. They’re steely and grey and your heart rate picks up.

Your mind fails to form a coherent word and all you can do is gape as he makes his way near you.

“God, I’ve been waiting to meet you for so long,” His voice is rough and the small chuckle he lets out rumbles through the air – and you can feel the goose bumps on your skin rise as he towers over your place on the couch. “You know you’re not an easy person to find.”

“How did you get in here?”

The words tumble out of your mouth but it’s hard to process anything when your heartbeat is deafening in your ears.

He chuckles before replying, “You don’t need to know princess, but people here are a lot more gullible than I thought,” he pauses before adding in, “Told ‘em, I was here for some flower arrangements and it wasn’t a lie, look,”

He draws your gaze to the little cream envelope in his hands and takes your hand – but your body doesn’t react fast enough as he grips your wrist tight – it doesn’t feel so tight but you can see his knuckles turning white as he holds your wrist and the warmth from his fingers on your cold skin makes you numb but all you do is watch as he places the withered orange lily from the envelope in the hand he held,

“Sorry ‘s a little withered, but I’ve been waiting for a while and didn’t have the time to get a new one for you, hope ‘s okay?”

You don’t respond and he notices it.

He reaches out to graze his free hand underneath your chin and you reflexively flinch under his touch so he grabs your jaw – roughly pulling your face to face him and you want to scream, yell, shout; do anything but your voice dissolves into nothing every time you try.

“I said, is it fine?” It takes a moment – but you nod your head ever so lightly and it suffices for him, so he loosens his hold on your jaw – only a little for you breathe properly again.

“Are you always this stubborn, Y/n?” The way his mouth forms your name makes you sick, it makes you upset because he shouldn’t be able to say it like that – with a wide smile on his face, twisting the vowels on his tongue in whichever way he pleases as you squirm under his grasp.

“Even with him?” His eyes darken and so does his grip on you, “Don’t worry, I got all his things out of your room, I’ll get rid of them.”

“No.” You voice is barely above a whisper as you shake your head, “Please let me go.”

“I’ve waited so long to be here with you, I’m not leaving now Y/n.” His grip is suffocating, and he doesn’t relent as you try to squirm out of his hold, but he only chuckles.

“You can call me by my name, you know?” You don’t say anything. “Do you not remember it? I wrote my initials on the letters, I hoped you would figure it out.”

The memory of the letters makes you sick again as he reaches out to tuck the stray hairs behind your ear and you recoil from his touch, so he tries to placate you by continuing to talk.

“I sent them because I wanted to tell you how much I – “, His words are cut short off by the distant sound of thundering footsteps and you hear him swear underneath his breath, before letting go of his hold on you.

“Well, I guess I gotta introduce myself to all you friends now, huh?”

Before anything else can be said, the front door is burst open as quickly as the man in front of you pulls you up and into his chest – you back against his chest and his steely grip locked onto your arms but this time, you feel a cold blade on the base of your neck – freezing you in place.

“Stop!”

A blur of dark uniforms surrounds but you can’t see much as your mind blurs – from the alcohol you’ve consumed or the nausea building up in you, you’re not entirely sure. You can’t hear much because of the pounding in your chest and before you can comprehend the scene around you, the arms holding you in a suffocating grip – disappear. A gasp escapes from your lips as your knees give out and you fall to the floor, your mind blanking.

“Y/n, can you hear me?”

A muffled voice registers in your head as you slowly blink your eyes open. The warm white lights feel more harsh than usual and there’s an ache in your left eye.

“I – “

“Is she awake? Are you awake Y/n?”

Betty’s voice is full of panic and maybe you would’ve cracked a joke about it if you didn’t feel a growing sting on your head as you slowly regained consciousness.  

“I – “

“I’ll let de Vos know, and – and, where’s Gordon,”

Betty leaves your side before you can say anything and another person – which you assume is a medic, through your hazy eyes, you can barely make out his face, let alone what he’s trying to tell you.

“I’m fine – “

“No, no you’re not, Y/n.” Betty has reappeared, this time, her glabellar lines are more deep-set and her voice firmer. She’s about to say something else, but the medic stops her this time, and diverts your gaze to his face.

“You’ve been concussed, and I just want to ask you a few questions. First, can you tell me your name?”

“It’s Y/n.” The light from the lamp next to the loveseat your splayed on is bright as you squint at the man in front of you.

“Great, now, do you know where you are and what day it is?”

“I – I’m in my house, and…” You looked out towards the French windows and door, the bleak night visible through the white, lace curtains. “It’s Saturday night, the – uh, 17th of October.”

“Okay, can you tell me the address?”

“Uh – it’s 356 Victoria street.”

He nods, and the asks,

���Now, do you know what happened?”

You really wished that you could say no to his question, but it’s all vividly clear in your mind. His face. His eyes. His hands. Him.

“Yeah.” You voice is croaky, and you shift your gaze to your hands in your lap.

“Okay, that’s great,” He turns around to face Betty, “She’s A&O4, just make sure she’s not moving and get her some water for the headache she’s probably going through right now.”

Betty nods her head before making her way towards the kitchen to fetch a glass of water and the medic besides you leaves, and you finally lift your head up to see the amount of people currently in your apartment. There’s police offers standing at the front door, some of them standing around the windows and others scattered around the living room and kitchen.

Your eyes drift around the scene and am uneasy feeling settles in your stomach as you take in your appearance in the windows. Your hair is a mess, and the spaghetti straps of your black dress and falling of your shoulders, but it’s your face – a bruise blooming near your left eye, that causes you to release a shaky breath, the shades of purple and blue are nauseous and you bring your hand up to light graze the wound, but it stings at the slightest touch from your shaking fingers.

“Y/n.”

Betty comes back but just as she holds out the glass of water, something clicks in your mind.

“Betty. Where’s Jasmine?”

You swing your legs of the loveseat and attempt to stand up, but she stops you.

“Y/n, stop, stop, listen. She’s okay.” She places the cold glass between your hands before continuing.

“Uh – he just locked her in the bathroom.”

“Well, why didn’t I hear her?”

“He also knocked her unconscious.”

“What? Where is she?”

“She’s in the bedroom, don’t worry, she’s just resting there, the medic checked up on her, she’s perfectly fine – just a bit shaken up like you.”

The conversation fizzles out as you stare at the ice cubes slowly melting into the water – the cold from the glass numbing your fingers but you can’t bring yourself to worry about it.

“I’m so sorry, Betty” You whisper, hoping she doesn’t hear you – but she does, and you try your hardest to blink away the tears forming in the corner of your eye.

“Y/n. please don’t say that.” She crouches down. “You never could’ve thought of this happening.”

“I know, I know but still – “

“Listen, it’s okay, we got him.”

That piques your interest as you raise your head to meet her hazel eyes.

“He tried to make a run for it from the open windows, but we got him.”

“How did you know – “, your voice is unsure and thick.

“I tried calling Jasmine, but she didn’t pick up, so I went to talk to Anael at the desk and he mentioned something about flower arrangements and a man, and it clicked in my head.”

Before you can ask her anything else, your moment in interrupted by a clearing of a throat and both you and Betty turn around to see Gordon standing in the middle of the room.

“Y/n, I just wanted to ask questions – “

“I’m sorry Gordon, but we’ll have to do that tomorrow, if that’s alright?”

Betty cuts him off and Gordon only nods and smiles sympathetically at both of you before moving to converse with the other detectives. You clear your throat before asking,

“Uh – Betty, can I please go outside?”

“Y/n, you know what he – “

“Please.”

Betty mulls it over as you look at her with pleading eyes and she nods before extending a hand for you to help stand up. It takes a moment but as soon as you’re on your feet, you feel your legs wobble and you regret wearing heels tonight but you wrap your arms around your body and Betty guides you out of the front door, and the emptiness of the beige hallway and the starchy air causes you to properly breathe as you move towards a corner not swarmed with people – the window that faces the streets is the same. The distant sirens and cars sound the same, but it all feels so different.

Emerging footsteps rounding the corner of the hallway pull you out of your train of thoughts and you turn around to see -

“Bruce?” Your voice is feeble and his head snaps towards you – standing at the end of the hallway, dishevelled and you feel small under his gaze as he walks towards you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You should be surprised that that’s the first thing he says to you but you’re too focused on him that you don’t process the question. Somehow, the bags under his eyes are more prominent than Wednesday, he looks gaunter and his hair is almost as dishevelled as yours but the cuts and bruises on his face have faded now.

“Y/n.”

“Bruce I – “

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“Bruce, I fucking tried, okay.” Your voice is snappy, and you’re surprised you have the energy for this.

“Remember the night I came to your house, and you fucking said you didn’t want me there? I came to tell you that I’ve been receiving letters from an unknown stalker and that I was fucking scared! But, no! I – “

You feel tears pool in your eyes, and you have to stop yourself from breaking down again. You cast your eyes down to the linoleum floors and there’s no response from Bruce or there isn’t a response until a voice calls out your name and you turn to see Jasmine standing at the entrance of the apartment.

“Jasmine!”

A wave of relief rolls over you as you quickly make your way past Bruce, towards Jasmine, whom you engulf in an embrace as soon as you reach her and let the familiar scent of warm agarwood overtake your senses.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Jas.”

She’s taken aback at first but then pulls apart to reassure you,

“Y/n, please don’t say that. It’s okay, I’m okay, you’re okay.” She draws circles on your shoulder blades as she whispers, “We’re both here.”

You want to keep on apologizing, thanking and basking her presence but it’s cut short by de Vos rounding near the hallway and exclaiming your name – his Jersey accent boisterous.

“God damn it, kid, thought I was gonna have to punch some fucker’s face today.” In complete de Vos fashion, the man is still wearing his coat and gloves and his hair is gelled back and his enormous figure fills the door frame he’s leaning against and you follow the curve of his hooked nose and watch the deep-set lines of his forehead crease before wrapping your arms around him.

“It’s always good to keep you on your toes, de Vos.” Your voice is croaky still and you don’t know how you managed to crake a joke all of a sudden but the weight in your chest feels a little lighter now that you’re not stuck in the apartment anymore and surrounded by fewer police officers.

“Okay, if you’re ready to go now then we can head out – I’ve asked Gordon to arrange for a safe house for you to stay in for the night as we work out the safety details – “

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

Bruce’s low voice causes the little circle (you, Jasmine, Betty and de Vos) have formed – to turn around and see his figure approaching yours.

“Bruce – “

“Oraine, I’m sure you’re aware of how safe Wayne Manor is, Y/n can stay there for the night.”

The conversation falls quiet as Betty silently assesses the proposition before nodding and you find yourself interjecting,

“Betty – “

“No, Y/n, he’s right,” She cuts you off and steps closer. “This time, please trust me.”

You can’t argue with her now – not while you feel the weight of everyone’s gaze on you, so you just nod and train your eyes back to the floor.

The rest of the trip down to the car is silent – besides from the uncomfortable weight that nobody addresses until you’re outside the building and the crisp air causes you to release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and the October breeze causes you to wrap your arms around your torso tighter split into cars.

“Right, me and de Vos we’ll go in that car, you and Bruce in his and Jasmine – “

“I’ll come with you guys, Betty.”

Before you can protest Jasmine leaving you alone with Bruce, they’ve all made their way to the car near the curb and you’re left with no option but to begrudgingly follow Bruce into his car – which had been haphazardly parked, almost climbing onto the sidewalk.

Neither of you say a word as you climb into the passenger seat and he buckles into the driver’s seat and you both drive in complete silence – except for your anxiety ridden heartbeat thudding in your chest. You watch the streetlamps pass by the dark shadows, the apricot orange light falls solemnly on the gravel roads and it invokes a sense of déjà vu in you, to last Wednesday and a humourless laugh almost escapes your lips but you manage to keep the silence – and it’s still stifling.

By the time, you reach the Manor, it’s almost 2:30 am on the digital clock in the car and Bruce stops the car and neither one of you makes a move to get out. Instead, Bruce puts his hand into his breast pocket and pulls out an envelope. It’s the same cream colour as the ones you received in the dressing room and the one, he gave to you tonight.

“Bruce?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you hesitantly take the envelope – your fingers shaking as you open envelope – the seal was already broken and your fingertips against the hoarse paper is the only sound you can hear – and you watch the moonlight frame shadows on Bruce’s face as he looks at you.

“What is this.”

A beat passes before he speaks.

“That night, uh, before you came to my house, Alfred gave me this letter that he found, and I read it and it said – “

“That ‘this is a warning to stay away from her’”, you completed his sentence, reading off the letter. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You know I’ve been asking you the same thing for the past couple of days.” His voice is oddly strained, and you pretend you didn’t hear what he said.

“You shouldn’t have told me to leave that night,” You don’t look at him when you say this, head looking out towards the window and the peak of sunlight edging off the horizon and you wait for him to say something.

“I know.” There’s a slight tone of bitterness in his voice but you don’t dwell it for long because his hands come out to guide your face towards his – his cold fingers resting gently under your chin, and a chill goes down your spine as you match his gaze.

“I’m sorry.” You don’t say anything, but you don’t make a move away from him either. “You know that I never want anything terrible happening to you and I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me.”

A beat passes.

“I didn’t mean anything I said that day and I just didn’t know what to tell you.”

“Just like you don’t know how to tell me you’re Batman?”

You bite your lips in anticipation as Bruce’s eyes grow wide – his hold on your face disappearing and it takes him a second to process your confession.

“Y – You know?”

“Well, at least you’re not denying it.” You try to lighten the mood, but his face is still shocked. “Remember when I came over to your house for my 17th birthday? I heard you and Alfred talking about how you should be more careful on patrols.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you take your hand in yours and draw small circles on it before continuing.

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to do anything stupid.”

“Stupid?”

“Like stop talking to me or I don’t know, erase my memory?”

“I can’t do that, you know.”

“Yeah, well I was scared and that’s why I kinda stopped talking to you after that visit.”

You intertwine his pinkie finger with yours and lift your joint hands above the console and he looks at you with a confused look.

“No more secrets after this,” You squeeze your hand. “Promise?”

He moves to press a light kiss against your temple before whispering

“Promise.”

Currently facing the large manor windows out-looking the gardens and entrance, you watch rain pour down copiously – making the view almost incomprehensible and a small frown makes it way on your face as you fidget around with the gold locket around your neck.

“Are you alright, miss?”

Alfred’s monotonous voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you look at him in confusion before he speaks up again.

“Master Bruce is in the study,” He studies you for a moment. “I though you would like to know.”

“Oh – yes, thank you.”

With a small nod in your direction, he turns around and you wait for the footsteps to fade away before you start to move away – on your way, you stop by the gold accented hanging mirror and adjust invisible creases in your dress – which was a soft pink, and off-the shoulder, before padding through the silent halls.

“Alfred says that you ‘seem sad’?”

Bruce doesn’t even lift his head when he questions you as you enter the study and watch the unnerving amount of bookshelves and sharp woodwork surround his hunched body over piles of papers in the corner of the room and you only roll your eyes as you make your way to the large, velvet armchair he was sitting at.

“Does he now?” You mutter under your breath – slightly embarrassed at the prospect of Alfred telling Bruce about your sadness over something so trivial.

“Well, are you sad?”

“I don’t know Bruce, am I?”

He doesn’t say anything but raises his eyebrow in response – at which you motion for him to move so you can make yourself comfortable in his lap – confined by the oak table in front of you and his arms wrap themselves around you as you burrow your head in his neck, enveloping yourself in the scent of his sandalwood cologne and body warmth.

“What happened?”

You incoherently mumble into his neck, which prompts him to nudge you and you slowly lift your head out and look at him with slightly red eyes and a pouty face.

“Love – “

“I really wanted to go out to the lakes today.” You hope he doesn’t hear you, but he does, and you can see his eyes light up in humour and he barely contains a smile as you shake your head.

“I had it all planned!” You start to move your hands as well now, making exuberant gestures to accentuate your point. “I was gonna bring these picnic blankets, and this wicker basket and I wore this dress and – and I made mini cherry pies and this fucking stupid rain just ruined your surprise.”

You finish off your rant by burrowing your head again and leaving Bruce with a small smile on his lips as he tries to get you to life your head, but you just shake your head and a small chuckle escapes Bruce’s lips and you let out a small whine.

“It’s not funny!”

“Certainly not.”

You raise your head to stare at him unamused as you watch him follow your movements before he asks,

“Are you going to be upset this whole evening?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, what would cheer you up?” His voice is bemused as you contemplate his words in your mind before scanning the expanse of the room before something clicks in your mind.

“Can you play me the piano?”, your voice is soft and barely above a whisper, and Bruce comprehends your request, playing the piano? It seems simple enough and Bruce is a little confused.

“Y/n, I don’t really – “

“Please,” You move your hands to play with the buttons on his shirt. “Remember, when we were kids, and we had those piano lessons and I was so fucking bad. Like really bad,”

Bruce smiles a little as you laugh at the memory.

“And Mr. Lebedev was a terrible teacher and I hated him, and you used to try and teach me, but I was so bad.”

“So?”

You don’t stop the eye roll before responding.

“So, can you play the piano for me because I can’t – and I’ll feel less bad if you do.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, before nodding his head and trying to stand up to leave but you stop him, motioning him to pick you up.

“If you can bench-press a thousand pounds, then honey, you can lift me up.”

There’s a satisfied smile on your lips as you picks you up with a roll of the eyes before walking across the room, towards the grand piano set in the room, facing the large windows.

“What do you want me to play?” He asks as you both sit on the leather bench,

“Anything you want.” You shrug in response as he concentrates on the piano, deep in thought before moving his fingers – shakily – over the keys, and a delicate sound fills the air as his fingers glide expertly over the piano and you hold in your breath without realising as he plays his mother’s song.

You can remember it quite clearly because every time, she would ask Bruce to play a piece, she would always ask for this one.

You don’t want to say anything to disrupt his concentration, so you only closed you eyes and moving to softly rest you head on his shoulder, the intricate melody tangent to the patter of rain against the window and it feels a little ephemeral, and you feel yourself melt a little sitting there – wrapped up in the quite atmosphere.

le fin

how was it? part 2?

[behaviourisms]

have  you  ever  gone  island  hopping  in  search  for  marshal  for  thirteen  islands  before  coming  upon  the  realisation  that  some  of  the  villager  names  happen  to  be  perfect  for  that  character  you’ve  been  struggling  to  name  for  five  days  straight  ?  just  me  ?  oh  ,  wild  !  well  ,  while  i  cry  for  every  day  that  i  still  don’t  have  marshal  ,  here  for  your  enjoyment  is  a  masterlist  of  animal  crossing  names  anyways  !  if  this  actually  helped  you  in  any  way  ,  please  like  or  reblog  this  post  !

a  :

ace

admiral

agnes

al

alfonso

alice

alli

amelia

anabelle

annalisa

annalise

antonio

apollo

astrid

audie

aurora

ava

avery

axel

aziz

b  :

bea

beau

becky

bella

belle

benedict

benjamin

bertha

bessie

bettina

betty

bianca

bill

billy

blaire

bob

boris

boyd

bree

bruce

butch

c  :

carmen

caroline

carrie

cece

celeste

celia

cesar

chai

charlise

chelsea

cheri

chester

chip

chrissy

chuck

c.j.

clara

claude

claudia

cleo

clyde

cobb

coco

cole

colton

curt

cyd

cyrus

d  :

daisy

deena

del

derwin

diana

dom

dora

drake

e  :

ed

elina

elise

ellie

elmer

eloise

elvis

emerald

epona

erik

étoile

eugene

eunice

f  :

faith

fang

fauna

felicity

flash

flo

flora

francine

frank

franklin

freya

friga

frita

g  :

gabi

gala

gaston

gayle

gen

genji

gigi

giovanni

gladys

gloria

gracie

graham

greta

gulliver

gwen

h  :

hamlet

hank

hans

harry

harriet

harvey

hazel

hector

henry

holden

hopkins

hopper

hugh

i  :

iggy

ike

isabelle

j  :

jack

jacob

jacques

jane

jay

jeremiah

joan

joe

joey

judy

julia

julian

june

k  :

kaitlin

katie

katrina

katt

keaton

ken

kevin

kiki

kit

kitt

klaus

knox

kody

kyle

l  :

leif

leigh

leila

leilani

leonardo

leopold

lily

lionel

liz

lloid

lopez

lottie

louie

lucy

lulu

luna

lyle

lyman

m  :

mabel

mac

maddie

maelle

maggie

mallary

maple

marcel

marcie

marcy

margie

marina

marshal

marty

mathilda

medli

megan

megumi

melba

midge

mint

mira

miranda

moe

molly

monique

monty

murphy

n  :

nan

nana

naomi

nat

nate

norma

o  :

octavian

olaf

olive

olivia

opal

orville

otis

oxford

p  :

paolo

pashmina

patricia

paula

peggy

penelope

penny

pete

petunia

phil

phineas

phoebe

phyllis

pierce

pierre

pietro

piper

poppy

porter

portia

prince

puck

q  :

queenie

r  :

raymond

redd

reese

renée

reneigh

rex

rhoda

rhonda

ricky

rio

rizzo

roald

robin

rocket

rod

rodney

rolf

rooney

rory

roscoe

rosie

rover

rowan

ruby

rudy

s  :

sally

samson

sandy

savannah

serena

shari

sheldon

simon

skye

soleil

spike

stella

sterling

stu

sue

sunny

sven

sydney

sylvana

sylvia

t  :

tammi

tammy

tank

tasha

teddy

tex

tia

tiara

tiffany

timmy

toby

tom

tommy

tybalt

u  :

ursala

v  :

valise

velma

verdun

vesta

vic

viché

victoria

violet

vivian

vladimir

w  :

wade

walker

walt

weber

wendell

wendy

whitney

wilbur

willow

winnie

wolfgang

y  :

yuka

z  :

zell

zoe

zucker

[themculibrary]

Spider-Man Fics Masterlist 2

part one

5 times Peter Parker ignores Flash and 1 time he didn’t (ao3) - Dorthea N/R, 14k

Summary: Flash is known for being a bully, and most of the time Peter ignores it. But what happens when he dosen’t ignore Flash?

Or 5 times Peter Parker ignores Flash and 1 time he didn’t.

A Parent Apparent (ao3) - happyaspie mj/peter T, 528k

Summary: In which the author indulges herself in some shameless Irondad/Spiderson with fluff, angst and everything in between because she needs more of that in her life.

OR

Just another one of those, oh so overdone, fanfics where Tony and Peter’s relationship grows into more of a father/son relationship after an accident involving Aunt May (who lives)

Brave as a Noun (ao3) - edema_ruh M, 161k

Summary: Some people think that Peter is Tony’s son. Why shouldn’t they? Peter seems to be orbiting Tony all the time, and it’s not like the billionaire tells him off. They have a nice relationship - Peter is glad to have a father figure, and Tony cares for the kid as if he’s actually his son.

The first problem regarding this arises when the people who think that Peter is Tony’s son kidnap him for ransom.

The second problem regarding this arises when one of the people who kidnaps Peter turns out to be Mac Gargan, the Scorpion, and he’s hungry for revenge.

Daily Bugle Report: Under New Management (ao3) - d0d0bird M, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker had worked at the Bugle for years. He and Betty had grown close. Betty had even developed feelings for him, though he never opened up to her. She considered that it may have been stupid to turn on all of her friends for someone like that. Sometimes it felt like she had no one left.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” sighed Betty with a smile, turning around to see Ned.

Ned had a gentle smile on his face as he looked at Betty digging through the trash. Ned had been the only one not to completely turn against Betty following the trial. He continued to say hi to her every morning, offer his help, and ask her advice on stories. His wide, almost dopey smile had become comforting.

Distracted by a Dime (ao3) - happyaspie steve/tony T, 56k

Summary: Peter Parker thinks he has everything figured out. Where he can eat, sleep and make a little bit of money. What he needs to do in order to continue attending Midtown High and being Queen’s friendly neighborhood Spider-man. How to keep his entire situation under wraps and most importantly, who he can trust.

Then, along comes Tony Stark with an offer he can’t refuse. The plan is to remain professional, to not get too close to the Stark-Rogers’ family. Not getting comfortable means not slipping up and saying anything that he can’t take back.

…but for Peter- things rarely go as planned…

Do I Deserve This? (ao3) - id_rather_be_reading_3 T, 72k

Summary: When the Avengers find a malnourished, traumatized, enhanced teen in a Hydra base, they manage to convince SHIELD that the kid is better off in the Compound than the SHIELD Headquarters.

Peter Parker thinks his luck might finally be changing for the better, until he hears a conversation between Captain America and Iron Man that terrifies him–if the superheroes find out that Peter was an assassin for Hydra, he feels certain they’ll kick him out–or worse, send him to the Raft for a punishment he surely deserves.

Can the Spider manage to keep his bloodied past a secret from a room full of mind readers, spies and military? It’ll certainly prove harder than he’d thought.

Dumpster Diving for Treasure (ao3) - Clovrtree T, 185k

Summary: After waking up from his own demise in an alternate universe, Peter's first course of action is to gather as much information and resources as possible to make his life easier. In doing this, he decides that dumpster diving at local playboy billionaire, Bruce Wayne's, manor would be the best place to find anything useful. Unfortunately for Peter, it's trash day, and a certain butler catches him mid-dive.

if you run fast enough (ao3) - silvyri peter/wade E, 60k

Summary: Peter probably shouldn't be falling asleep on Deadpool, but after the Merc with a Mouth saves him from being abducted by two dick Alphas, he doesn't try as hard as he should to not.

I Think Clint Was Right (ao3) - prettycheese21 G, 7k

Summary: Or that time Clint eavesdropped on a few conversations, came up with a conspiracy theory, and convinced the other Avengers to go along with it; and Tony and Peter are left wondering how this kind of misunderstanding could have even happened.

I Think I Missed a Step (‘Cause I’m Fallin’ For You) (ao3) - mokuyoubi peter/wade E, 42k

Summary: Peter thinks Wade knows his secret identity, and Wade is really confused by the hot coed who keeps popping up and hanging out with him.

it's always who is spider-man, never how is spider-man (ao3) - i_regret_thatpersonalityquiz harley/peter, wanda/vision, pepper/tony T, 176k

Summary: Peter had been living on the streets, dealing with your average homeless vigilante stuff. Things got a bit more complicated when the Avengers started to chase him down.

It's a Secret to Everybody (ao3) - Snapdragon_in_the_Snow pepper/tony T, 97k

Summary: “I have kids," Clint said. "I know dad behavior when I see it.” Tony blinked multiple consecutive times, processing the statement. “Excuse me?” “Tony,” Steve said now, “how long have you had a son? And how come we’ve never known about him?” “Yeah,” Clint spoke again, “I thought I was the only one with a secret family. Turns out you’ve had one longer than me!” ------- Peter gets to spend all summer living in Avengers Tower with Tony. When the Rogue Avengers get pardoned and come back to live at the Tower too, they're confused as to who Peter is. However, once they see how Tony acts around Peter, that confusion goes away, as they know for certain who Peter must be - Tony's secret son. Tony and Peter decide to make the most of the situation, and play along. They hope they can keep up the act all summer. But they soon learn that they barely have to act at all.

Miscommunications (ao3) - Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so T, 14k

Summary: Five times the Avengers learn about Peter Parker, and the one time the rest of the world does, too.

Missing Links (ao3) - spagbol99 steve/bucky, pepper/tony M, 424k

Summary: The Rogues are back; Tony Stark couldn't even be mad about it - it was his idea after all. He's an Avenger and that means protecting the Earth at any cost - even if he has to deal with a certain star-spangled man and his sullen sidekick. After all, he's been through worse in his life; the loss of his wife and the disappearance of his son 12 years ago. Compared to that, this would be a walk in the park.

Bucky Barnes is back on US soil as a free man. But freedom is more than just physical. On top of that, Steve is desperate for him to be the man he was before. The only problem is; that man is long dead.

Peter Parker has been through the mill but he knows he just had to adapt, roll with the (many) punches and keep going. Spider-man is his safe place now, the one time he could truly feel like himself. Like he is making a difference. He'd make sure no one would suffer like he has, even if he has to track down the perpetrator himself.

Not Who You Think (ao3) - lostintheclouds321 G. 14k

Summary: Flash and his father are awarded a tour of the Avenger’s compound.

Peter Parker’s Super Secret Snack Stash (ao3) - coconutknightshade T, 7k

Summary: Or in which Peter uses FRIDAY’s system to have a conversation with Ned about AP History while he’s sneaking into his super secret snack stash in the kitchen.

Or in which Peter’s spidey senses betray him in the most embarrassing of ways.

Protocol Be Damned (ao3) - Icylightning T, 31k

Summary: “Have you heard of Tony Stark?”

Peter’s eyes instantly widened at the mention of the man’s name. You’re not a New Yorker of you haven’t heard of Mafia Boss Tony Stark, the most dangerous and violent person in the city. Rumors say the man talks with a gun in hand and if he doesn’t like what he hears, the gun ends their conversation. It was not that the cops never tried to arrest the man but they failed everytime, either due to lack of evidence or in some cases fear of life

“Kid, hey did you hear what I just said?” the manager snapped his fingers bringing Peter back to reality who blinked rapidly, trying not to show his fear “Yeah.. Sir.. umm.. what?”

That Neighborhood Menace, Spider-Man (ao3) - Blue (SocksandFluff) T, 59k

Summary: Peter had only been in the gig of being Spider-Man for less than two years. He avoided the Avengers and other heroes like the plague, knowing that if they knew who he was and how old he was that they’d stop him from helping people.

Now Spider-Man is entangled in assumptions of character, and the fear that he is a vigilante that could go rogue and power-hungry, the Avengers are tasked at stopping him before he 'goes too far’.

This is a story about how Spider-Man and the Avengers finally meet -

- and how Peter might get more than he would ever ask for.

The Ghost of Heroes (ao3) - Enigmaris, ScarletNightFury danny phantom/spiderman T, 291k

Summary: New York City isn't prepared for a ghostly invasion. The Avengers are finally all in the same place again. Thor and Bruce are back from space with a semi-reformed chaos god and a thousand refugees in tow. Steve and the Rogues have got their pardons and are ready to start being heroes again. But Tony isn't ready trust, neither is his new protegee Spiderman. The fractured team can't seem to come together. It's a good thing then that Danny Phantom is ready to save the day. That doesn't mean anyone is prepared for when he keeps showing up.

The Lost and Forgotten (ao3) - Litcraz T, 272k

Summary: In order to save everyone's lives, Peter is forced to give up memories - their memories of him. As a result, he is left entirely alone in a world where no one knows he exists. After finally moving on with his life, a new threat arises, bringing Peter back directly into the Avengers' path.

[thorne93]

Teacher’s Pet (Part 3) - FINAL

Masterlist for Teacher’s Pet

Prompt: You’re a college student, who is having a tough time of things. that is, until there’s an offer made between you and your favorite professors

Word Count: 3635

Song: Do with it by Betty Who

Aesthetic: by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo Warnings:  sexual daydreaming,Flustered OFC, professor/student smut, SMUT galore that’s what this is,Dom/Sub, spanking, Sir troph, oral female receiving, beard kink, fingering, baby girl kink, professor kink, rough sex, desk sex, mentions of voyeurism, toy use, seducing professor,Daddy/baby girl, teasing, ice use, neck marking, blindfolding, nothing under a skirt, hair pulling, choking,double penetration

Note: This is basically porn in writing. If you’re looking for super sound plot, you won’t find it. Its sex. I focused on the sex. And my first crack at a threesome. I wrote this for my super amazing best friend @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The affair carried on for some time, well after finals. It was now the end of the semester, summer, actually. You’d kept it from both men that you were with either of them. They thought they were the only one. It wasn’t lying. You weren’t their girlfriend, they didn’t have a right to know.

You spent nearly every weekend at their houses, one weekend at Tony’s, the other at Bruce’s. Tony fucked you on nearly every piece of furniture in his house. Bruce fucked you in every possible position. He prided himself on being knowledgeable in all kinds of ways to feel closer.

Most of the time Bruce had you tied down to his bed, and sometimes he blindfolded you. Tonight was one of those nights. The windows were open, as it was very warm outside. Not too warm that it made you hot or balmy, but warm enough to keep you comfortable.

The warm wind wafted in through the curtains, washing over your entirely naked body as you laid on top of his satin sheets. The blindfold was tight on your face, keeping you ignorant from your surroundings. Bruce had said he’d be back a few minutes ago, and you were starting to get restless.

“Bruce? Daddy! Where are you?” you cried out, a bit angry and frustrated.

“I’m right here,” he answered, sweeping into his ornate bedroom.

“You kept me waiting.”

“I know,” he assured, his finger trailing across your chin. He smirked down at you.

You felt the bed shift under his weight before ice suddenly hit your skin. He hadn’t used ice in several weeks. It shocked your system. You arched up, pulling at your restraints.

The ice trailed from your collarbone, to just before your nipple, around your breast, down your stomach, getting it awfully close to your pubic area before he trailed back up. His tongue suddenly followed the trail.

He did this again, but started from the opposite side. You let out a content sigh before he moved the ice to your nipple, making it perk up immediately. He led the ice touch you there for just a second, then he slapped your tit gently, watching it jiggle.

He moved the ice to the other nipple before his mouth captured your other nipple. One warm, one cold. The ice was removed and you sank into the warm feeling of his mouth on your tit, the tongue working wonders over your nipple, making you strain to want to touch him.

Just as you were really sinking into the feeling, suddenly another warm sensation hit your other tit – both tits felt like they were in someone’s mouth. Then two seconds later, you knew those tongue motions., the small bite that he did to your nipple.

That was Tony.

“What the fuck?” you cried out only a half second after his mouth hit your nipple.

The blindfold was taken off you as both men suddenly stood at the foot of the bed. Tony had his hands in his pockets, gazing down at you. Bruce’s arms were crossed.

“You look fucking good, baby girl,” Tony appraised as he eyed you up and down like you were something good enough to eat.

You pulled against the restrains, wanting to get up.

“Bruce, what the hell is this?” you demanded.

“Well, Tony and I noticed that you’re not always around. We both happened to be talking about a girl we were seeing and we happened to realize that… well, it was you. When we realized you were seeing us both, we thought we’d surprise you.”

You eyed the two of them. “So you decide to come suck my tits without my consent?”

Tony and Bruce exchanged a glance.

“Baby, you give us both plenty of consent all the time, we didn’t think you’d mind with us both here. But if you want me to leave…” Tony offered. “We just wanted to confront you.” He walked forward, his finger trailing up your leg, over your hip, around your breast, to your collarbone, down your arm. “Just have a little bit of fun, that’s all.”

“You’re seeing us both, Y/N. I thought I was the one you belonged to?” Bruce asked in an innocent tone.

“I do. But I also belong to Tony.” Your eyes flashed between the two men. “Look, I like fucking you both. Tony offered to fuck me for better grades and I was happy to agree. Hell I would’ve done it for free. Then, I got so confident with Tony, I wanted Bruce too. I need the grade boost and I figured why have just one, when I can have both that I want?” You eyed them, your eyebrows raised, daring them to fight you. “I didn’t lie. Neither of you ever asked if I was fucking anyone else. I didn’t ask you. I thought the concept was clear - when I’m around, one of you is fucking me.”

You grinned, proud of yourself.

“Damn, Bruce, she’s good.”

“She’s also right,” he growled. “I’m not giving up those succulent tits. I don’t care if we share. Do you?”

“That pussy is far too delicious to say no to,” he replied, staring at you with something feral in his eyes.

“Yeah, see, like, I couldn’t give these up,” Bruce said, walking up, kneeling on the bed, leaning over, sucking your nipple into his mouth as Tony watched happily.

You couldn’t help but react. You wanted to feel a little like you were on stage, but hell, who cared? Both of the hottest men were right here, wanting to keep fucking you.

Tony hummed. “Mhm, and I can’t imagine not doing this..” He nestled between your legs, still clad in his suit, except the jacket. He had his vest, tie, white blouse shirt, and dress pants on. He leaned down and his lips latched onto your clit, sucking hard. Your head threw back against the pillow. Your nerves were positively alive as both men worked their signature magic on you.

One of these men alone was sometimes too much to take. Now with both of them, you wondered if you would die with them tonight.

They work on your sensitive parts for several minutes, getting you so close to the edge of your first orgasm you can taste it, but just as your legs are trying desperately to wrap around Tony despite the restraints, they stop.

Bruce moves down between your legs, and Tony moves up to your other nipple. He loves on it, doting on it as he twists your free nipple in his fingers, gently biting at your other nipple. Bruce flattens his tongue on your clit.

“Damn, Tony. Was she this wet when you got down here?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, bud,” he said, taking a quick break before going back.

You cried out, the onslaught almost too much for you to take.

“Fuck!” you called out eventually.

Bruce starts shaking his head between your legs, adding a bit of vibration and a little extra to your core as Tony sucks harder on your nipple and you’re so close to snapping you can hardly see straight. Bruce keeps lapping at your folds, pushing his tongue deep inside you. Tony reached up and put his hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make you feel the pressure.

You thought you would explode.

“Ungh, Tony, Bruce,” you panted.

“Yes, dove?” Bruce questioned, coming up for air.

“It’s a lot,” you breathed, panting hard.

“We know, pet,” Tony said as he continued to fondle your breasts softly.

“Some relief?” you begged breathlessly.

“You hear that, Bruce? She wants relief. Should we give it to her?” Tony questioned with a bit of a smirk.

“I think she’s earned it.”

The two men smiled at each other before they were both suddenly between your legs. The sight alone had you quivering. They gazed at you, shit-eating grins on their faces before they dove right at your core. Their tongues hit you at the same time and you slammed your head back on the pillow in sheer euphoria. You moaned loudly. Their tongues collided on your folds, your slick, but they didn’t care and neither did you. They were worshipping you, as they’d each done separately on many occasions, but tonight, they happened to be sharing you.

While one worked your clit, the other one tongue fucked you. Then they traded. Their beards scraped your thighs, your ass, everything. It was beard burn like you’d never experienced but you loved it. You were a babbling mess, writhing within the confines of the restraint system tied to the large four poster bed. In an instant, there was a finger inside you. You gasped from the sensation, coming up off the bed, only to fall back again while the finger curled inside you, coaxing that impending orgasm to get closer and closer. It really didn’t take much. You weren’t even sure whose finger it was, but fuck, you didn’t care. Something was hitting that sweet spot. The guys were sharing sucking on your clit, and the sight alone made you gush. The orgasm hit you without much warning and you screamed out.

Both men slowed their actions, letting you come down naturally without interrupting the flow of things.

You sigh in utter content as you relax, every muscle feeling like jelly. Bruce and Tony work fast to undo your ankle restraints. Once your free, you truly feel like your floating in your own exultation.

“Aww, Brucey, do you think we’ve over worked her?” Tony asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Nah, she can take more. Can’t you baby girl?” He leaned down, kissing you. You nodded meekly. “See? She’s fine for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

Tony placed himself between your legs, unzipping his pants, but barely. He was still fully clothed, laying his body over you, as he pulled his hardened cock out.

Bruce laid beside you, kissing you, his hand wrapping around your breast, rolling your nipple in between his fingers for a moment, then teasing you and letting go.

“Do you want it, baby girl?” Tony asked, his cock resting against your sensitive clit. The heat radiating off of him made you shiver. You wiggled underneath him.

“Yes, Professor,” you answered, falling into the role he loved you to be in.

“How bad?”

“Very bad!” you nearly shouted.

“Aww, begging for my dick. How nice,” he mused. He gazed down at you with a twinkle in his eye before he moved slightly to lower the head down so it could line up with your core. You wrapped your legs around his back and glared at him.

“Just fuck me already, Tony!” you growled.

“The mouth on this one,” Tony scoffed. “Bruce, you wanna do something about that?”

“Sure thing.”

With that, Bruce put his hand on your mouth and Tony sank into you, slowly, like always, and your eyes rolled back. At that, Bruce took the opportunity to recapture your nipple, sucking hard on it. Jesus, you thought you’d cum again just from this. Tony began slowly moving in and out, building up a nice pace. You could feel every inch of him, every ridge in his cock as he moved and you kept him clamped close to you with your legs. Your arms pulled against the roping around your wrists.

When Bruce eased up on your breasts, he kissed your neck, pulled your hair back from your face, kissed your lips, put his hand back on your mouth, leaned down and teased your clit slightly while Tony moved expertly inside you.

Tony began to pick up the pace and you were trying to cry out from under Bruce’s hand. He allowed this and removed his hand, letting you gasp and pant as Tony thrusted deep inside you. Every time he hit down to the hilt you lurched your head back in response to the sensation that swelled around you.

“What’s a good student say?” Tony prompted as he held himself above you so you could admire his chest.

“Fuck me better?” you challenged with a gleam in your eye.

Bruce smirked. “She’s a lot more mouthy with you than me.”

“I don’t punish her like I bet you do,” Tony remarked, grunting as he thrusted inside you again, making eye contact with you as you gasped from the nerve he hit.

“That you don’t,” Bruce said with a mischievous look in his eye.

As Tony leaned farther back to get a bit deeper inside you, to feel the head of his cock scrape against your g-spot, Bruce snaked his hand down to your clit, playing with it.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” you warned through clenched teeth.

The two men slowed down. Bruce released your restraints. Tony pulled out of you, making you feel empty and hollow. You wanted to whine, but you refrained. They helped you to your feet where Bruce positioned your foot onto the edge of the bed, the other one still standing on the floor.

Tony stood behind you, his hands trailing over your front, his fingertips leaving blazing trails on your collarbone, your breast, your nipple, your stomach… He kissed your shoulder, up to your neck, your ear, moving your hair out of the way.

He bent you forward slightly so he could line his cock up with your hole. He sank into you again and just as you adjusted and he started to pick up a good rhythm, Bruce got on his knees before you. You took a deep breath. He leaned forward. You put your hands on one of the four posters to steady yourself against Tony’s thrusts.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good, Professor,” you said happily, shuddering from the new angle and sensation.

“How about this, baby girl?” Bruce questioned before letting his tongue assault your clit. You hissed in response. You were over stimulated. But that was perfectly fine. He sucked, nibbled, licked, and clicked at your clit. He changed it up and it kept you on your toes until suddenly… Tony was gliding in and out, at a medium pace. He wasn’t going achingly slow, but he wasn’t ravaging you. It was just enough to enjoy getting filled up, and then have it taken away again. Bruce seemed to notice the pace, and he matched it. For every time Tony sank deeper into you, Bruce sucked your clit. When Tony pulled out, Bruce simply licked up your clit.

They kept that rhythm for just a handful of strokes and you were a mess of nerves, your legs giving out as an orgasm crashed into you violently.

“Agh! Fuck!” you cried out, grabbing the poster even harder, your fingertips digging into the expensive wood as Tony continued his pace and Bruce gently kissed around your clit.

“That’s my baby girl,” Tony said happily. “Mm, cumming for your professors like that. Such a good student,” he praised. He tossed his head back before he reached forward and pulled your hair in his fist. One hand on your hip, one in your hair, he kept pumping until you felt that familiar hardening of his cock, the stuttering of his hps, and then suddenly – the hot stickiness pooling inside you, making you feel warm and adding to you own orgasm.

Tony pulled out, panting.

“Are you good to go for Daddy?” Bruce asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” you responded happily.

“Good.” He kissed you on the lips quickly before nearly throwing you on the bed, making you giggle. He manhandled you. He yanked you up, flipping you over onto all fours. He stroked himself for a second before lining up with your liquid filled pussy. “Damn, baby girl, what a sight,” he commended. “I never thought I’d find another man’s cum this inticing, but I gotta say, it’s hot as fuck seeing that pour out of that pretty pussy of yours.”

You move your ass in response, only prompting Bruce to quicken his pace to get to you. He doesn’t waste time to make you feel his thick cock against your slit. He glides it against your clit for a moment, rubbing you ever so softly, relishing the feeling before he finally slides up to your entrance and he sinks inside you, that extra width filling you again.

Your arms felt like jelly.

“Ungh,” you cried out incoherently.

Bruce began bucking into you. His hips clapping into your ass and thighs as he made a choppy pace of fucking you. The sweet sighs and moans that fell from you drove Bruce to keep up his pace. They also encouraged Tony to get hard nearly immediately again. He never would’ve thought watching you get fucked by another man would be so damn arousing but he couldn’t help it. He got a great view from here. He got to see your pussy filled by a cock, even if it wasn’t his, he got to see your tits swing in response to Bruce’s motions, and he got to see your pleasure driven expressions.

It was a win all around.

Tony walked over, stroking himself, shedding all of his clothing as he climbed onto the large bed on his knees. He took his cock and positioned it between your breasts. He then pushed the breasts together, forming a soft, supple cocoon around his dick.

Bruce was fucking you, hard, from behind, one hand on your shoulder, another entangled in your hair. Tony was fucking your tits, keeping them pressed between his deft, long fingers.

You wondered if it was even possible for you to come undone again. But if these men kept this pace up, it was highly likely.

“Mm, Tony, what a lucky man to get to fuck those tits,” Bruce appraised from behind you.

You glowed at the indirect compliment.

“They are quite nice on my dick, Bruce. Almost as nice as that tight cunt you’re fucking.”

“Mmm,” he moaned in agreement.

Both men threw their head back in ecstasy as they kept going. You pushed back against Bruce and eventually, Tony let go of your breasts and you grabbed his dick quickly. You held yourself up on one arm while pumping his cock with your free hand.

He moaned out at your work, and that encouraged you to keep it up. Your hand was wrapped around his shaft, your thumb rubbing over the sensitive spot on his head. You kept twisting your hand, running your hand up and down, up and down, Tony even pushing into it, like he was fucking your hand.

He reached under you and grabbed your nipple, twisting it, making you jerk with pleasure as you bent down slightly for Bruce to get even deeper. Bruce grabbed your hips, holding you in place.

“Oh, fuck, baby, Daddy’s gonna cum,” he cried out.

Just at his words you nearly came undone, but Bruce wasn’t a selfish lover. He quickly found your clit, leaning over so he could stimulate you. You kept Tony in your hand, pumping faster, harder, and Tony continued to twerk your nipples just to the point of nearly hurting. But it felt good. It felt damn good to be worshipped by these two gorgeous professors.

Between the waves of ecstasy from Tony’s nipple play on you, and Bruce’s girth filling you up and fingering your clit, you could feel the impending orgasm. Your core started to throb harder, a heat pooling inside you.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” you nearly screamed.

“Let it out, baby girl,” Bruce coaxed.

And so you did. The third orgasm slammed into you like a semi truck, forcing you flat on your belly. Bruce stayed with you though, and as soon as you were on your belly, he kept fucking you, until his release happened too and he screamed out your name.

“Y/N! Fuck… My god!” he shouted. Tony was on the edge and that sight of you cumming was all it took. He had finished stroking himself only for his own orgasm to overtake him.

“Shit. God damn,” he breathed.

Everyone fell in a heap on the bed.

After ten minutes, you all began moving. Everyone moved to the bathroom to clean up. After everyone was done, you made your way back to the bedroom. You got your clothes on, as did Bruce and Tony.

“Soo,” you drawled out. “Where do we go from here?”

“I think we should do this,” Tony suggested. “One week with me, one week with Bruce, and then, one week at your house.”

“Yeah, I never have been there,” Bruce noted.

“Me either, pal.”

You grinned and smirked. “You two wanna see my place?’

“Well, we are the only men in your life right? It’s only fair we see it.”

“I suppose,” you agreed. “Although, I don’t see any reason to separate us all. We had so much fun here, maybe we should just… you know… move in together?” you prompted. It’d been four months since you started this affair with them, but it felt right. You weren’t happier with any man you’d ever met.

Tony and Bruce glanced at each other.

“That’s a possibility,” Tony said.

“I have plenty of space,” Bruce noted.

“I clearly don’t mind sharing some things,” Tony added.

“Why don’t we do a trial run? We could try out over the summer? Tony, you wanna stay here a week with Bruce and me as a phase one?” you offered, holding your hand out to lead him back to the bed.

“How can I say no to that face?” he cooed before leaning forward and kissing you deeply.

“I think this is going to be the best summer of my life,” you laughed as they joined you in laughter and on the bed. They both wrapped their arms around you, and all three of you fell into a relaxed sleep.

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Hayloft - Part 7

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Summary: A young girl finds a soldier hiding in the hayloft on her father’s farm. Intrigued, she visits him more and more until her father finds out and puts him to work. As they grow closer, something else grows too.

Pairing: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes x OC Jenny Richelle “Ricky” Hill

Warning: Strong language, inaccurate war description

Author’s note: Based on the song Hayloft by Mother Mother and the lovestory of my grandparents. I am Dutch and the war was a bit different here, so I will be basing this on the stories I’ve heard about my grandparents.

Word count: 1313

‘What happened miss Hill?‘ ‘A miscalculation.‘ She gets a smack in the face. ‘We do not tolerate miscalculations. Your mission failed.‘ ‘Yes sir, it will not happen again.‘ A miscalculation. No, she saw something in his face. Something familiar. Something that made her think of her past. Of the smell of hay and old books. There’s something missing from her memories, that much she knows.

‘Okay, spill,‘ Tony demands when Bucky is stitched up. The whole group gathered in the lab where the blood Bucky lost on the floor hasn’t even dried yet. Bucky feels hesitant to tell them the memories that still feel so fresh. Especially since he lost them for a while. Steve puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and gives him a small smile to show his confidence in Bucky. ‘That girl is called Jenny Richelle Hill,‘ he explains, ‘she’s the daughter of a farmer and used to work in a post office. Her family hid three stowaways from the army. Johnny who was a childhood friend of hers, Timothy who had just turned eighteen and was terrified, and me.‘ ‘You were a stowaway,‘ Bruce asks in disbelief. ‘I was indeed. I’m not proud of it, but I had my reasons.‘ Peter seems utterly confused at the whole conversation. ‘I’m sorry, weren’t stowaways usually shot,‘ he asks. ‘They weren’t at this point,‘ Steve quickly explains, ‘but Bucky already had military experience before he ran.‘ Tony hums, seemingly agreeing with the short explanation. ‘And this all turned into some hookup in the hayloft,‘ he asks Bucky a bit sarcastically. It seems to be a shot in Bucky’s heart. He looks hurt and his eyes seem to water. ‘As typical as it sounds, yes,‘ he answers Tony with a shaky voice, trying to keep himself big, ‘I fell in love with her and as I told you before, I was planning to marry her after the war.‘ ‘I take it you were taken away, so they found out about you at one point,‘ Bruce states, leaning on his desk as he tries to take it all in. ‘Sorry, I can’t believe you are this upset if it was just a lover,‘ Tony sighs and turns around to get back to work. Peter can see Bucky getting closer to anger with his words. ‘What do you want me to tell you?‘ ‘The truth!‘ ‘I told you the truth,‘ he screams in Tony’s face, ‘that woman meant the world to me.‘ After a few seconds of silence and Tony’s surprised face, Bucky realizes how angry he had gotten. He looks around the room in a panic and storms off. Steve sighs and rubs his forehead. ‘What’s up with him,‘ Tony angrily asks. ‘You really don’t understand it, do you,‘ Steve mocks him, ‘the man only ever loved one woman and now she’s being used to get him back to Hydra because they know she’s his weakness. That’s probably why she’s still alive today.‘ ‘At least we know her motives.‘

Ricky fiddles with the necklaces around her neck. Her room is a mess. She tried to go through every book she had, trying to see if one of them would trigger her memories but her search was unsuccessful. Through her mind runs a memory, but the context is completely gone. ‘I’m so sorry, I wish I could stay.‘ ‘I know‘ ‘Promise you’ll still be there to give that back to me?‘ ‘I promise.‘ She reads the necklaces once again. The longer one reads She loves him passionately and the shorter one reads His soul seemed always attentive to her. It looks like there were supposed to be names on the back, but they’re filed off. She knows she’s read those quotes before. They’re somewhere in the back of her mind with the smell of hay and old books. It’s like those memories are locked behind metal doors. Metal. Why had she been surprised at the sight of the metal arm of the winter soldier? She knew he had a metal arm and yet, somewhere deep within, it hurt to see it. Why did it hurt to see it?

‘Either we find her first or she finds us first, for the sake of Bucky’s health, I say we storm Hydra,‘ Steve announces. Tony shakes his head in disbelief and annoyance. ‘Do you even know where they are?‘ ‘Right here,‘ Steve points at a map. ‘That’s a ghost town.‘ ‘And it’s also the location of the farm,‘ he tells them, ‘the farm was burned down weeks after it was announced that Bucky was lost. Reports say that a woman by the name Jenny was picked up with an ambulance from collapsing at work that day, but the woman and the ambulance were never seen again.‘ ‘Agent Betty,‘ Tony says, eyes now full of life and interest. ‘Mister Stark, I found some pictures,‘ Peter mumbles as he walks into the conference room. ‘Not now Peter.‘ ‘They’re pictures of Agent Betty,‘ he explains, ‘Bruce and I were looking for pictures of her on the internet and we found a few interesting ones.‘ Peter lays them down. The first picture is a picture of Ricky at her job, smiling at the camera. The news article reads: Men from home? No worries. Steve sighs at the sexism. He wished things were different at that time. The second picture is one of Ricky sitting by a tree with three men, one of them being Bucky, and having a smoke. She seems to be wearing the same uniform seen in the past picture. The third picture looks to be of Ricky as well, but you can only see her back. She’s on her knees, seemingly praying, in front of ashes. Probably the farm that was burned down, but there is something in the background. ‘You see that,‘ Peter points at the thing in the background, ‘it looks like a compound.‘ ‘Well, that does it. Gather everyone, we need a plan.‘

An old, leather-bound book catches Ricky’s eye. Did she not check that one? She grabs it and reads the title. Of Sons and Lovers. ‘Heard of it, haven’t had the chance to read it. Will you read it to me?‘ Who wanted her to read to them? Was it her family? A friend? She feels like it wasn’t anyone she had known for a long time. Suddenly, red lights start flashing, the alarm sounds, people start screaming. The door to her room slams open and sergeant Winter storms in. ‘Get ready Agent Betty,‘ he announces, ‘the winter soldier is coming.‘ As if a switch was flipped, she jumps up and gets geared up. While she’s walking down the hallway she takes her knives out of their holsters. As she keeps walking, she hears more and more ruckus. Loud gunshots and screaming is heard. And then he’s there in front of her. The man with the metal arm. The winter soldier. ‘Ricky,‘ he sighs. He almost looks relieved at the sight of her. She frowns and runs towards him, starting to go at him like she did last time. ‘Ricky, please stop,‘ he begs her while not doing anything to hurt her. She starts to get frustrated and for some reason, tears start filling up her eyes. ‘Fight back you coward,‘ she screams at him. He just grabs her wrists and squeezes until she has to drop the knives. ‘No.‘ He watches her eyes grow sad and angry. He lets go of her hands, but she doesn’t do anything. ‘I’m supposed to bring you back here,‘ she yells at him, ‘why can’t I do it?‘ The hurt in her eyes and the conflict is something he remembers very well. He’s still struggling with it. ‘It’s okay.‘ ‘No it’s not,‘ she screams and kicks him in the knee, making him fall to the ground, ‘you’re coming with me.‘ She tries to kick him in the face like last time, but is lifted up. Bucky looks up to see Steve holding her. ‘Ready to leave?‘ Bucky nods and the two start making their way down the hallway. While Steve carries Ricky, Bucky incapacitates the soldiers coming their way. She feels terrible. She has failed. She is incapable to do the one thing she was told to do. And she feels worthless.

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The Frame Job - 4

The Frame Job: A Bruce Banner Fanfic

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Rating:  G

Warning: Canon Typical Violence

Word Count: 1185

Pairing:  Bruce Banner x Reader (eventual), Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers (Background)

Summary: When Bucky Barnes is taken from the compound and the only clue anyone has is a large damaged area of the compound and a faint Gamma signature, everyone suspects Bruce.  It is up to you and him to get to the bottom of the disappearance.

Chapter 4

“Hulk!” You screamed.

Blood soaked through the purple fabric of his shirt, turning it black.  The once rosy cheeks of Doctor Elizabeth Ross had faded to white as the life started to drain from her.  “Stay with me, Betty,” you said, pressing the fabric against the bullet wound, trying to stem the flow of blood.  “Hulk!”

The ground started to shake under you, something that under normal circumstances would worry you.  Instead, you were relieved.  The Hulk crashed through the undergrowth, looming over you like a mountain and roaring loudly.  The sound filled the air and sent birds bursting out of the trees in fear.  While terror coursed through your veins, the Hulk was your only glimmer of hope that things would be okay.

“We need to get her to the jet,” you implored, looking up at the man who currently inhabited the body of the mild-mannered scientist you had such strong feelings for.

Hulk huffed and scooped both you and Betty into his arms.  “Army men, get away,” he grumbled as you tried to get comfortable in his arms.  You had no time to process his words, as you were barely settled in position - still holding the fabric on the wound - when he took off, running full speed towards the jet.  There was a crowd gathered around it, taking photos and touching the hull.  They scattered as soon as they saw the huge lumbering shape of the Hulk.

You put your hand on the bio scanner as Hulk held you out to it and the back of the jet opened up.  He carried you both in and let you jump down and get out the stretcher.  Hulk placed Betty down onto it and you started getting out things from the med supplies that you could use to keep her alive.

“Hulk, buddy,” you said, calmly.  “I can’t do this and fly the jet.  I could really use Bruce about now.”

Hulk huffed and began to change, doubling over as he shrunk back down and the green receded from his skin.  When Bruce was finally back in control he looked around, trying to catch back up with what was going on.  He was always a little confused and in pain after a transformation.  They were two separate people, but the change took its toll on Bruce’s body, and he was always a little hazy about what had happened while Hulk had the wheel.

He quickly grabbed some clothes from his locker and came over to look at Betty as he pulled them on.  “You fly,” Bruce said.  “I’ll take care of her.  And contact Cho.  We’re gonna need her help.”

Cho moved with purpose, hurrying but not rushing anything.  Bruce had managed to stabilize Betty but she was still far from out of hot water.  “Don’t worry,” Helen said, as she worked on the move while Betty’s stretcher was wheeled down the hall.  “We’ll make sure she’s stable and put her in the cradle.”

“Thank you,” Bruce said, he hadn’t taken his hands from Betty since he’d come back.  The two of you were soaked in her blood but his entire focus was on the injured woman.

“Doctor Banner,” Helen said.  “We’ve got this.”

It was like the doctor was talking to a brick wall.  In any other circumstance, your crush only having eyes for their ex might have made your own little green-eyed monster raise its head.  Today all you cared about was saving this woman’s life and getting to the bottom of the investigation you and Bruce had been on.

“Doctor Banner,” Helen repeated.  “Bruce…”

His eyes snapped up to Helen’s like he'd been shaken from a trance.  “I’ve got this,” Helen repeated.

“Right,” Bruce said, stepping back.  “Yes.  Thank you, Helen.”

The two of you watched as the medical team wheeled Betty into surgery and you slipped your hand into Bruce's.  His fingers close on yours automatically.  You were his lifeline.  His tether to the world so he didn't completely lose himself, which for Bruce was an actual possibility.

“Come on,” you said.  “Let's get cleaned up.”

He nodded and led you to his apartment.  You didn't live at the compound with the Avengers, rather in the town over but you did have a change of clothes both on the Quin and at the lab.  Bruce sent for one of them as you showered.

Even after the water has stopped running red, it still didn't feel like you were clean and you kept scrubbing your skin under the scalding water for much longer than was needed.

When you came out, wrapped in a towel, Bruce was in the kitchen, standing in just his boxers, scrubbing the blood out from under his nails.

“Your clothes are on the couch,” he said, looking up at you.  He faltered and took a step toward you.  “I - uh - Thank you… for everything…”

“Of course,” you said.  “We need to get to the bottom of this.”

You gathered up your clothes and went to change, but Bruce caught you by the wrist.  “No, I mean… everything,” he said.  “You’re very important to me.”

You looked up into the scientist's soft brown eyes and swallowed thickly.  Your heart beat so strongly that it felt like it would crack your ribs.  “You’re important to me too,” you said quietly.

His eyes seemed trained on your lips and you ran your tongue over them.  He was going to kiss you.  You were sure of it.  Just when he seemed to start to lean in, there was a knock on the door.  Bruce blinked like he was startled from a trance and went and opened it.

Though Helen was a slight woman, she held herself with confidence and authority.  She looked up at Bruce with a look that was both kind and empathetic, and completely in control.

“Helen,” Bruce said, his voice practically pleading with her despite only using her name.

“She’s fine,” Helen said, her hand went to Bruce’s arm, and caressed it gently.  “It was bad, but you got her here in time.  We stopped the bleeding and now the cradle is doing its job.”

Bruce let out a breath, the tension visibly leaving his body.  “Thank you,” he said.  “I can’t tell you how grateful I am.”

She smiled.  “You can buy me a drink some time,” she said playfully.

“You’ve got it,” Bruce said.  “Can I speak to her?”

“Yes,” Helen said.  “She’s awake now.  But don’t get her over-excited.”

Bruce quickly dressed and you did the same before the two of you hurried down to speak to Betty.  A strained smile crossed the raven-haired woman’s face when Bruce entered the room

“Bruce,” she said softly.  “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Bruce assured her.  “You didn’t do this.”

“But I did,” she said.  “I have been working on your old project.  But I didn’t do it for me.  He told me…”

She started crying and the machines started beeping loudly.  Helen came rushing in followed by some of her team.  “Bruce, you’ll need to go.”

“He who, Betty?”  Bruce said, ignoring the doctor.  “Who told you?”

Two orderlies began to usher you both from the room.  Just before the doors closed, Betty called out.  “Bruce.  It was my father!”

// NEXT

[superblizzardfire]

Writer’s Month 2020 Masterlist

Here’s a summary of everything I wrote for this @writersmonth​ August prompt challenge! 31 x 500-word(ish!) stories which I compiled into a multi-chapter fic. Naturally, they all feature Bruce Banner in various pairings. Full list and summaries under the cut! Mature chapters are marked with *

(Mods: I would like the badge to be credited as Blizzard_Fire, my AO3 handle <3 Thanks for running this thing, I had fun!)

1. Green Thumb (Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AU)

Bruce is a florist. Valkyrie is the tattoo artist next door who knows how to make him blush.

TW: Brief mention of tattoo needles

Bruce/Valkyrie, florist/tattoo artist au, fluff

2. Asking Nicely (Quarantine)

After Doctor Banner is rescued from a military facility, Nick Fury requests his help finding the Tesseract.

Bruce & Nick, pre-Avengers 2012, missing scene, canon divergence

3. Purrfect (Magic)

Stephen checks up on Bruce after he was previously turned into a cat. It seems some of the effects are still lingering…

Bruce/Stephen, fluff, humour

4. #Bretty (Long Distance Relationship)

Whilst Betty is away for two months, the media keeps shipping Bruce with his fellow Avengers. It’s like everyone’s forgotten he still has a girlfriend...

Bruce/Betty, chatfic, humour

5. Wordbound (Soulmates)

Your soulmate's first words are written on the palm of your hand. Bruce's is “Unless Selvig has figured out how to stabilise the quantum tunnelling effect.”

Bruce/Tony, soulmates au, set during Avengers 2012

6. Tide (Ocean)

After the events of Ultron, Bruce washes up on a beach. Steve shows up to take him home, but he might need some persuading first.

Bruce & Steve, angst, post-Age of Ultron

7. Nosebleed (Hurt/Comfort)

Bruce defends Natasha from an attacker. Natasha cleans him up.

TW: Blood and mentions of catcalling/being followed

Bruce/Natasha, hurt/comfort, established relationship

8. Unburgled (Eight)

Scott breaks into Bruce’s apartment, only to find that there’s nothing here worth stealing. Except for Bruce’s heart perhaps.

Bruce/Scott, pre-slash, meet cute, pre-Avengers, pre-Ant Man

9. Sniffle (Illness)

Bruce has a cold. Steve takes care of him.

Bruce & Steve, sickfic, hurt/comfort, pre-slash if you squint

10. *Pollen (Bunnies)

Thor and Bruce are infected with sex pollen.

TW: Sex pollen, “PG” smut (mature chapter)

Bruce/Thor, humour, sex pollen

11. In Your Arms (Light)

Bruce has always been a light sleeper. Thor is quite the opposite.

TW: Mentions of Bruce’s childhood

Bruce/Thor, fluff, character study

12. Roller Coaster (Meet Cute)

Bruce is scared of roller coasters. Clint is the very unlucky stranger who ends up sitting next to him.

TW: Graphic vomit

Bruce/Clint, meet cute, no powers au

13. Tranquility (Music)

Bruce stays at the Sanctum Sanctorum after the Quinjet returns safely from Asgard. Wong is a good meditation buddy.

Bruce & Wong, post-Thor: Ragnarok (no Thanos), emotional hurt/comfort

14. Green Streak (Metamorphosis)

When Bruce has a hair emergency, he turns to Clint for help.

Bruce/Clint, fluff

15. Brewtiful (Coffee Shop AU)

At the Zappy Beans coffee shop, Darcy has a new favourite customer. She’s always had a thing for nerdy guys.

Bruce/Darcy, coffee shop au, fluff

16. Self-Control (History)

After the Battle of New York, it emerges that Bruce and Loki may have... history.

Bruce/Loki, post-Avengers 2012, humour

17. Omelet (Cooking)

Bruce has some questionable food cravings post-Hulkout. Unfortunately, Clint can’t cook to save his life.

Bruce/Clint, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff

18. Seen (Myths)

When the Avengers visit Asgard, Bruce befriends the wise and gentle guardian of the Bifrost, Heimdall.

Bruce/Heimdall, fluff

19. Extra Puny (Deageing)

Hulk gets hit with an energy weapon. He seems unaffected, but he's strangely reluctant to change back in front of Natasha...

Bruce/Natasha, deageing

20. Forgot (Loss)

Bruce often gets post-Hulk amnesia. But he’s never forgotten his name before...

Bruce/Natasha, fluff

21. Green is the New Black (Family)

Dylan Rhodes arrives to bail his twin brother Bruce out of jail.

Bruce Banner & Dylan Rhodes, Now You See Me crossover

22. Pawsome (Pet Shop AU)

After two months of working at Paws 'n' Claws, Bruce finally meets the store's legendary most difficult customer: Hela.

Bruce/Hela, pet shop au

23. Trash Panda (Poison)

When Rocket starts acting strangely, Drax brings him to the Avengers’ best doctor. Bruce is definitely not awake enough to deal with this shit.

TW: Tranquiliser syringe

Bruce & Drax (& Rocket), humour, shenanigans

24. True Love’s Kiss(es) (True Love’s Kiss)

Tony is cursed and only true love’s kiss can save him. One problem: he has two boyfriends.

Bruce/Steve/Tony, OT3, fluff

25. Weakness (Drop)

Nebula carries a semi-conscious Bruce back to base. Bruce tries to convince her that weakness isn’t always a bad thing.

TW: Throwing up, scars (from Bruce's dad experimenting on him as a child as per the 2003 Hulk’s canon)

Bruce & Nebula, character study, bonding moment

26. Snug (Summer Vacation)

On a camping trip, Rhodey and Bruce share a tent. But there's only one sleeping bag...

Bruce/Rhodey, fluff, only one bed sleeping bag!

27. Sleepwalker (Dream)

Tony is summoned to the lab to deal with a sleepwalking Bruce.

Bruce/Tony, pre-slash, fluff

28. Scene (Fantasy)

Clint has a weakness for married men. But when he goes home with the cute doctor from the bar, he learns that fantasy and reality are two very different things.

TW: Alcohol, “cheating”

Bruce/Clint, emotional hurt/comfort, happy ending!

29. *Homework (High School AU)

Tony is sick of Bruce marking papers every evening. Luckily, he has another extracurricular activity in mind...

Bruce/Tony, teacher au, blow jobs (mature chapter)

30. Morsel (Joy)

Goose befriends a lonely man and they travel the world together. But what happens when their hunters catch up with them?

Bruce & Goose, emotional hurt/comfort, character study

EDIT: Here’s the badge!

31. Snowstorm (Only One Bed!)

After a battle, the Avengers are stranded in a snowstorm. The good news: there's a hotel nearby. The bad news: there's only one bed. But it's a very big bed, so maybe they can all squeeze in...

OT6, only one bed, hurt/comfort, fluff

[writing-mermaid]

Written for @buckybarnesbingo​ ‘s fluffathon with the prompt red.

Once again, Tony had the idea of a huge extravaganza. What for this time ? Valentine’s Day. Everyone has a date, Steve is here with Sharon, Sam with Nat (and don’t ask me how it happened because I seriously don’t know), Clint with Laura, Scott with Hope, Bruce and Betty and obviously, Tony and Pepper.

To add a point to my misery of being the only single one tonight, Tony decided that the party has to be a costumed one, Disney themed. To be honest, I would have rather stay in my room, but Tony said I must be here, so here I am.

I look at my friends’ costumes. Steve is dressed as Hercules and Sharon as Megara, Clint as Robin Hood, Laura as Maid Marian, Tony and Pepper as Snow White and the Prince, Bruce and Betty as Beauty and the Beast. Everyone looks really fancy. And me you’ll ask, as who am I dressed ? As that prince from The Little Mermaid, Eric. I wasn’t even free to choose, Tony decreed it to me, because he said I looked like him. When he told me, I asked him about what was the point of coming when I didn’t have a date, he said it would be fun. The only reason I accepted to go is because I hope that she will show up.

She ? Yeah, Y/N Y/L/N, she works as Tony’s personal assistant for a few months. She has big Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/C hair, a bright smile and she’s very clumsy but it adds a lot to her natural charm. She’s putting my heart upside down. But she’s not here, I don’t even know if she’s going to come. I asked Tony, and he said that his PA’s life outside of the office wasn’t his business.

I remember the first time I met Y/N, she just arrived and was looking for Tony, not knowing the Tower yet and she got herself lost in the inside swimming pool. I don’t know how, but she walked in, slipped on the floor, hit her head on the tiles and almost drowned in the pool. She’s lucky that FRIDAY has an eye on all the facility and that I was not far. When she opened her eyes, she asked me if she was dead and if I was an angel. It made me laugh. After that incident, from time to time, I started to eat with her at noon, when I wasn’t on a mission. I haven’t dared to ask her out, I’m scared that she says no or maybe worst. I don’t even know if she has a boyfriend or a girlfriend or whatever relationship she could be in.

  “So, prince Eric, haven’t find your mermaid yet ?”, Tony laughs, handing me a glass of whiskey.

“Haha, very funny Tony”, I answer, taking the glass from his hand.

“You are very handsome uncle Bucky”, a little voice says next to Tony, reveling a Morgan dressed as Cinderella, “and if you don’t have a princess tonight, I would really love to be your princess.”

“You’re my everyday princess, Morgan”, I tell her, crouching to be at her size. “And I’d be very honored if you’d be my princess tonight.”

She puts her arms around my neck and gives me a big hug. “Will you dance with me ?”

“Of course princess”, I give my glass back to Tony, taking Morgan’s little hand in mine.

  I’m almost too busy dancing with Morgan to notice her. Y/N, she’s here. A red wig on her head, she’s dressed in a white sheet, held by ropes, bare legs, bare feet, a starfish in her fake hair, a yellow and blue fish and a red crab hanging on both her sides. A literal apparition.

  “Hihi, uncle Bucky, I think you’re in love”, Morgan giggles. “You should go and see your princess because she’s here now. I’m going to ask daddy to dance with me.”

  And she instantly disappears, to reappear no even a minute later in her father’s arms. I look back at Y/N, she’s talking and laughing with Sharon and Steve.

  “So, how do you find my idea ?”, Pepper materialized herself next to me.

“What ?”

“The party, the theme, your costume”, she calmly says.

 All the pieces of the puzzle are putting themselves in their place, they did this on purpose, the party, making me dress as Prince Eric. Everything was planned.

 “What are you waiting for ? Go now.” She’s right, it’s now or never.

  It’s like everything is going as a slow motion, a scene in a movie, she raises her head, smiles at me and comes to me, meeting me halfway. Once again, her clumsiness works to my benefit. She stumbles over a step, and just like Ariel falls from her roc into Eric’s arms in the movie, she falls right into my arms, her face at only a few inches from mine, her eyes looking directly into mine.

  “Hi”, I say.

“Hi”, she answers.

Next part

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