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[mapiforpresident]

Can I request prompt no 20 with arsenal women team(platonic ), reader and Kyra mischievous as usual but suddenly gets hurt and lia and steph having to take them to doctor

"Ow Kyra"

arsenal x reader

warnings: injury, blood, stitches

You and Kyra Cooney-Cross, two peas in a pod, were notorious troublemakers within the Arsenal Women's Football Team. You were both Australian and joined Arsenal at the same time. You were a year younger than Kyra, which you used to your advantage when Steph said she should be the more responsible one. From harmless pranks to playful banter, you two were always at the center of mischief, much to the amusement (and occasional exasperation) of your older teammates.

The dynamic between you and Kyra was one of camaraderie and playful rivalry. Both of you shared a love for the game and a mischievous spirit that often led to antics both on and off the pitch. Whether it was sneaking extra snacks from the team's stash or pulling pranks during training sessions, you were always in cahoots, causing chaos wherever you went. Some of your favorite pass times included poking Steph and nutmegging Viv.

Your antics were endearingly annoying to the older players, who often found themselves on the receiving end of your playful teasing. But despite the occasional scolding, they couldn't help but smile at the youthful exuberance and infectious energy you brought to the team.

Today, during a routine round of mischief, disaster struck. As you and Kyra engaged in a spirited game of keep-away with Caitlin's water bottle, you stumbled over your own feet and collided with a nearby equipment rack. The impact sent you sprawling to the ground, a sharp pain shooting through your head as you made contact with the unforgiving surface.

"Oi, watch it, you two!" Beth Mead, called out from where she almost ran into you while doing a drill with Leah.

But as you attempted to push yourself up from the ground, you felt a warm trickle of blood run down the side of your face, and suddenly, the world around you blurred into a haze of pain and confusion.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Kyra's voice cut through the fog, her concern evident, although she was also holding back a laugh, as she knelt beside you. After you didn't respond right away she called out, "I think y/n broke her skull."

"What," came Lia's voice as she was immediately by your side turning you over to asses the wound. "She's not broken her skull you idiot, just might need a couple stitches. How did she even manage to hit her head on that."

"I swear we weren't doing anything dangerous this time, she's just clumsy and tripped. Must have spent too much time with Less again," Kyra replied while you were grumbling and moaning in pain on the ground.

"Kyra, give me your shirt," Steph said as she appeared on your other side. Kyra knew not to argue with Steph when she gave her that glare and handed over her training top which Steph immediately applied to the wound.

"The trainers are all inside helping the girls in the gym, so I think it's best if we just take her right to the ER," Lia said as she was talking to Steph.

As Lia and Steph helped you sit up, you couldn't shake off the throbbing pain in your head. With Kyra hovering anxiously beside you, you tried to muster a smile to reassure her, but the pain made it difficult to focus on anything else.

"Sorry, guys," you muttered, feeling a pang of guilt for causing such a fuss.

"Don't worry about it, y/n," Lia said, her voice calm and reassuring. She was like your team mom and you were really grateful for her in this moment. "Accidents happen."

Steph nodded in agreement, her expression serious as she gently guided you to your feet. "Let's get you to the hospital and get that looked at, yeah?"

With Lia and Steph's support, you managed to stand, albeit unsteadily. The world still felt like it was spinning, and the pain in your head seemed to intensify with each passing moment. But you were determined not to let it show, not wanting to worry your teammates any further.

You got into the back of Lia's car with Steph sitting in the back with you continuing to hold the shirt against the wound, hoping you don't loose top much blood and pass out. Lia drove as fast as she could in the London traffic to get you to the hospital. Kyra brought a wheelchair to help you in since you were still really dizzy.

Once in a room they immediately gave you pain meds, making you a little loopy. "Will you sit me with me Lia," you whispered to the girl next to you as you were starting to get sleepy.

"Of course, and try to stay awake the doctor will be here in a minute to give you your stitches."

As the doctor arrived to administer the stitches, you tried your best to stay awake, the pain meds making you feel drowsy and disoriented. Kyra's laughter echoed in the background as she recorded the whole scene, her playful teasing providing a brief moment of levity amidst the chaos.

"I'm going to have a badass scar. The chicks are going to dig it," you mumbled sleepily, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Lia chuckled softly, her hand resting reassuringly on your arm. "You're going to be just fine, y/n. And besides, scars are just proof that you're a tough little warrior."

As the doctor finished the stitches and the pain meds began to take effect, you felt yourself drifting off into a peaceful slumber, safe in the knowledge that you were surrounded by friends who cared for you deeply.

[uglypastels]

Logan idea- reader has very similar traumas I.e trained as a weapon, memories wiped, has bad nightmares, slower aging, modified healing.

They find healing with the X-men and get close with Logan because of their similarities the reader is more sunshine to Logan’s I don’t know if pessimism is the right word. They go on a mission, goes missing for a period, and when they show back up they’ve been brain washed and are fighting the X-men but Logan recognizes them instantly. And does the whole this isn’t you sweetheart while taking a beating cause they can both kick ass and that’s one of the things Logan loves about them. He gets the mask off of them cause he realizes that’s part of the issue for them not recognizing everyone and then it’s hurt/comfort them feeling horrible for getting caught and Logan feeling horrible for letting them get caught. And even though they hadn’t been together before just very close friends/testing the waters this brings them together cause they realize they want to be with each other after some healing and Logan be soft with the reader while they heal from the brainwashing fiasco.

I dunno I love the idea of Logan feeling horrible about not being able to rescue the reader and then recognizing them fighting his allies and helps bring them back from the void. I’m a sucker for two people relating to eachother having a friendship that a hard time brings out their true feelings with lots of fluff and healing cause Logan understands that.

this made me think of some of my favourite wolverine scenes from different media so it's all inspired by that i guess. hope you like it :3

warnings: angst. mind control. reader presumed dead. swearing. violence. hospital-setting. guilt.

Masterlist ~ X-Men Requests are Open

‘What the hell are you doing? We have to go back!’ Logan started yelling as soon as he realised you hadn’t made it back to the jet. 

‘It’s too late,’ Scott shouted back at him from the pilot seat. ‘We won’t make it.’ 

‘She won’t make it,’ Logan retorted, already lunging at the cockpit, claws itching to come out. And they would have if it wasn’t for the cold hand touching his skin. He looked up to meet Rogue’s eyes. They were filled with sadness–pity– as she held his hand. He tried to pull out of her hold, but the longer it went on, the more frail he felt. Everything around him began to spin, his vision blurred until it all turned black, and his head hit the steel flooring of the plane.

⮿

Rogue had held on for too long. That much she had realised as soon as Logan had passed out.

It took a whole day for him to come by, but not even her powerful narcosis had suppressed his rage. As soon as Logan had woken up and his senses had felt Scott’s presence, he was on his feet, grabbing the team leader by the collar of his shirt, pushing him against 

‘You proud of yourself, punk?’ he spat in Scott’s face. ‘Got your sorry ass out all safe and sound, huh?’

‘There was no other way. We would have all died if we had stayed, Logan,’ Storm clawed at his shoulders to pull him back, but none of her methods sufficed. ‘This was the only way.’

‘No the fuck, it wasn’t!’ He saw red with anger. ‘We could have saved her.’ He had pulled out of saying that one word at the last minute. I could have saved her. That was the only thing on his mind for weeks. How you still would have been there if it wasn’t for him. 

The plan had been simple; that much had been clear in your face as you suggested it the last time he saw you. But he never should have gone along with it. He never should have let you go on your own. If he had just stayed— ran after you— maybe…

A pitiful portion of him still kept up hope. That one day, the heavy doors to the mansion would open, and you would stand in the middle. Perhaps a bit bruised up and tired, but all there. And he would pull you into his arms like he had wanted to all those times before.

But you never did show up. Days turned into weeks turned into months, and there had been no news, no sightings. Even the Professor had stopped seeking Cerebro’s help as nothing turned up anyway, no matter how hard he looked.

⮿

His heart was in his chest as he raced through the dark corridors of the bunker complex. Logan looked around him for the way out with the least henchmen as chances of there being none were slim. He had already left a trail of bodies behind him and was ready for the next wave of men to beat into a pulp.

He turned the corner, but what he saw was the last thing he had expected.

For a second, he thought he was dreaming; perhaps it was a hallucination brought on by some chemicals they pumped into the air to get to him. It wasn’t possible. His mouth had already fallen open, ready to call out your name, but as you got into a stance of attack, eyes blank except for a fury deep inside them, Logan realised it wasn’t a dream at all. It was a bloody terror. 

It was the hardest fight he had ever been in, trying to block all of your attacks while pulling himself back. He couldn’t het himself to hurt you. All he found himself doing was calling your name, but it was useless. It was you, but it wasn’t. Nothing he said seemed to matter, seemed to take any effect on you. You lunged at him, punching and kicking. 

It was futile to try and argue with you, and so, against every muscle and nerve in his body screaming against it, Logan started to place his movements harder, fighting against you until you went limp in his arms. He cursed himself out as he looked down at your unconscious body, pushing some of your loose hair out of your face. But as he looked at you, he also saw that it really was you still in there. And so he didn’t waste a second thinking about it as he picked you up in his arms and ran as fast as his body could take him. Out of the tortuous underground maze and back to that godforsaken jet that had been the scene of the dreams that had plagued his mind for the past months.

⮿

Everyone had practically stopped in their tracks at the sight of you in Logan’s arms. He stumbled into the jet, nearly falling over, having had, as predicted, to deal with a number more nameless jackasses, but with you in his arms, it made beating them up a bit more challenging.

‘What—’ Storm’s eyes were nearly as pale of shock as they would have been of her powers. 

‘She’s been brainwashed,’ Logan explained before anything else, ‘or controlled. I don’t know, but he’s hostile. We need to keep her down.’ He laid you down on the ground, sitting right beside you, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a deep heave, and only then he noticed the looks of everyone around him. ‘What?’

No one said a thing, but he knew what they were all thinking. For he was thinking it, too. Was it safe to bring you back home? Could whatever they had done to you be reversed, or was he just putting everyone at the school in danger by taking you back? 

‘Is everyone back?’ He just said after no one had dared to say another word.

⮿

Logan didn’t know what had possessed him. Why he had suddenly grown so protective over you, but he could not stand the idea of you being alone in the hospital wing. It took nearly half a week just for Jean and the Professor to understand what had happened to you, and the treatment itself took far longer than Logan would have liked. 

He didn’t know why he came to visit you every night, far outside the regular visiting hours, past when anyone would be awake to see him sneak in and sit by your side, holding your hand, hoping you could feel and hear him as the apologies spilt out of him.

‘I’m so sorry, bub.’ He kissed your knuckles. ‘I should have gone back for you. I should have–’ He stilled as you stirred in your bed. 

‘Logan?’ You croaked out, throat dry and hoarse. In slight shock, Logan said nothing. You blinked and tried to find him in the darkness of the room. ‘Logan? Is that you?’

‘Yeah, it’s me.’ He chuckled softly to himself, squeezing your hand.

‘What happened?’ You tried to sit up, orientating yourself to where exactly it was that you were, but he quickly pushed at your shoulder to stay put. 

‘It’s a long story, kid.’ Never before was Logan happy to be sitting in the dark as the tears he had subdued for months finally fell down his cheeks in extreme relief. ‘You uh– you’d been gone for a while.’ 

‘I was?’ you tried to remember, ‘I can’t recall anything. It’s all—’

‘I know.’ He kept your hand in his, rubbing your skin with his thumb. Logan knew to call for someone as soon as he saw you stir awake, but he needed this moment alone with you. Make sure you are doing alright himself. Besides, the professor was probably already on his way. 

‘It’s okay. You’re alright now.’ He continued, happy you had finally come back home.

the end.

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[corpsebasil]

Love Me Harder

DONT TOUCH ME RN IM JUMPING AROUND THE ROOM

When Ethan accidentally hurts his girlfriend, his fear of hurting her again makes him push her away.

He’d cut you.

So shallowly it was practically a scratch, but you still slapped a hand over your arm as you stared, wide eyed, at Ghostface. You could’ve sworn he’d pulled back, had tried not to do it, when he jumped away from you almost as fast as you did from him. And then Tara was grabbing you, yanking you after them, even as it took Ghostface half a second to recover his senses and give chase.

You’d refused very adamantly to go across the ladder. You were the last one in line, shaking as you looked at the drop. Anika went before you, encouraged by Mindy and Sam to hurry the fuck up, and she’d just made it across to the window beyond when Ghostface burst into the room.

He took one look at you and paused; you were trembling, gripping the windowpane, your eyes glued to the long distance below. Your fear of heights was so bad you could hardly take an elevator, let alone crawl across a ladder to a window several feet away.

“I cant do it.” You wept, shaking your head as your friends screamed at you, urging you to come on. You turned, your panic rising as you saw Ghostface approaching slowly, your cries coming faster and more frantic. “I cant do it please don’t hurt me don’t—” Your scream was abruptly cut off when he passed you, moving to toss the ladder onto the ground below.

Effectively trapping you.

Tara was sobbing loudly as Mindy yelled out curses; you were sure Anika needed to go to the hospital. You were praying someone had called the police.

“Would you hurt a defenseless damsel in distress?” You asked, feeling hysterical as Ghostface turned his head, fixing that cold mask’s stare onto your shaking frame. You inched away, eyeing the bedroom door. “Wait look, what’s that!” He actually looked, turning, when you pointed behind him. Then you ran for it. “No!” You screeched as he tripped you, your body crashing down onto the carpet.

And just as you were sure you were going to die, all because you saw that scene from Nerve and didn’t feel like reenacting it, you heard shouting and cop sirens coming from downstairs and outside. You looked over your shoulder; Ghostface pointed his knife at you, as if in warning, and fled.

Now you sat on the edge of an ambulance, Tara’s hand laced with your own. Your tears had long since dried on your face but you still trembled. Anika had been rushed to the hospital, the police insisting the rest of you stay at the scene, but you’d been told it was uncertain if she’d live.

Mindy had torn into you over your resistance to cross the ladder, but, after seeing your haunted expression, had went on to thank you for letting Anika go first. If you’d have crossed and then froze, paralyzed by fear of falling, she would’ve been left to die.

“Y/N.” Tara whispered, giving your hand a squeeze. You looked up and saw Ethan, a concerned look on his face as he ducked under the crime tape and moved towards you.

Chad gave you a warning glance and moved off off of the ambulance; he was as protective of you as if you were his own sister and as you watched him grab your boyfriend and slam him against a car, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of gratitude at his protectiveness. But you still tensed up, rising a bit from your seat to help.

“Dude, I was in a study hall with a hundred other people. You can ask any of them.” Ethan was saying as you stood.

“Y/N, don’t.” Mindy warned, grabbing your hand as Tara shot you a surprised look. “He could be Ghostface. We can’t trust his ass.”

“I trust him.” You argued, pulling away from her and moving to Ethan. Chad shook his head at you, disapproving, even as you pushed past and wrapped your arms around the brunet boy.

“Oh my god.” Ethan gasped, seeing the bandage wrapped around your arm. He hugged you back, but hesitantly. You’d ignored the way he seemed to stiffen when you held him, but felt a twinge of hurt when he pulled away too quickly. “Who?” He asked, nodding towards the jumble of police officers.

“Quinn.” You said, sniffing, and wiped your cheek with the back of your hand. “And Anika got stabbed. She’s in the hospital—they don’t know if she’ll make it.”

“And you—” an odd look crossed his face as he took in the sight of your arm again.

“I’m fine.” You told him, eager for him to hold you again, but he didn’t. He seemed to take a step back, away from you, like he didn’t want you to touch him. “I couldn’t cross the ladder. He almost had me, E.”

“That’s—” he swallowed. “That sucks. Im sorry.”

“That sucks?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing as you looked at him. He was staring behind you, avoiding your eyes. You’d expected him to be upset; you’d almost died, and he didn’t even have the decency to look too unhappy about it? “Ethan what—”

“Come on, Y/N.” Tara called, but you only stared at Ethan, searching his face for any signs of grief or worry for your safety.

“Did you even hear what I said?” Your voice cracked and he finally looked at you, a frown pulling at his mouth. “Ethan?”

“I heard you.” He said simply and you felt like he’d punched you in the gut. You took a step away, your mouth trembling as he stared at you with a look of blankness.

“Y/N, come on. We’re going to check on Anika.” Tara called you again. The entire group was listening to this exchange. You felt mortified, and hurt, and slightly heartbroken. So you turned, trying not to cry as you climbed into the back of the ambulance, Tara immediately scooting in and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“You’re at the top of my list.” You heard Mindy tell Ethan, but you didn’t look at him again, not until you heard Chad say something you couldn’t hear. You saw Ethan’s face grow pale, his eyes finding your own and, right before the doors of the ambulance shut behind the four of you, hurt and fear crossed his expression.

-

It had been days since he’d spoken to you.

The two of you hadn’t talked since the night at Tara’s apartment and you were growing more and more anxious by the day. You’d called him about a hundred times and, when you saw him at school, he dodged you. Your heart was breaking; you loved him, had thought he loved you, and he wouldn’t even speak to you.

So you found yourself at Chad’s dorm, knocking harshly against the door as you wiped the tears of frustration from your face. You didn’t know what to do—yell at him, break up with him, you didn’t know.

Chad opened the door, took in your expression, and shook his head.

“He uh, he can’t talk to you.”

“Why not?” You asked, pushing passed the boy and into the room. He grabbed your hand and, though you tugged, he was stronger than you.

“He’s in—I don’t know he’s been like catatonic the past few days. He says he doesn’t want to see you, I’m sorry.” When you stared, chest rising and falling at a rapid clip, he added, “maybe it’s for the best, Y/N.”

“Fuck that.” You snapped, wrenching your hand away, and moved to Ethan’s room. “You wanna explain what the fuck is going on?” You asked, opening his door and slamming it roughly behind you.

He was already standing, expression pained as you heaved for breath. Your heart was racing so fast you could barely think.

“Y/N, listen,” he started, in a calm tone that infuriated you. “it’s not your fault. I just think that maybe this isn’t working out and—”

“What? The day before we got attacked you said you loved me. You love me. And then all of a sudden, couple days later, and you just—don’t anymore?”

“Y/N—”

“No. You’re gonna tell me the real reason, E. It is because you’re afraid? Did me getting hurt freak you out so bad you’re pushing me away?” Then you paused, your breath hitching as tears began to slip down your cheeks. “Or did you lie? You—” You covered your mouth and turned away, unable to look at him.

“Y/N, please.” Ethan sighed, coming up behind you to touch your waist. He pressed his face against your shoulder as you cried, your body trembling as you fought the urge to sink back into his hold. “I didn’t lie. I love you.”

“Then why?” You breathed, turning to face him. His expression was the most agonized you’d ever seen it, and your stomach turned. “Why, Ethan?”

“I cant—” He shook his head once, twice. “I cant lose you. I don’t want you hurt.”

“Then stay with me. Be with me and we’ll stick together. Ghostface is dumb and we’re smart, remember? We can try and fight—”

“Please go.” He begged, resting his forehead onto your own. “This is hard for me. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You murmured, clasping his neck in your hands. Your fingers brushed against his hair as you looked at him, taking in the pained look on his face. “We’re a team? Aren’t we?”

He sniffed and nodded, allowing you to lean up and, as soft as you could, brush a kiss against his mouth.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He whispered, holding you close to him. “I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you.”

“It’s okay.” You told him, kissing him again, and allowed him tug you impossibly close, forgiving him with every inch of your being.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s3 episode 16 thoughts

(giggling and kicking my feet) it’s mulder and scully time <3

and it was a GOOD episode!!! i was sad, but damn was i compelled! back to the very beginning of the episode to begin the note-taking journey, with a tiny recap of where we left off beneath the “keep reading” bar…

hehehehe i am excited!! i love to spend the evening with the ultimate duo. and we have so much to cover!

so many twists and turns to walk down! krycek is back! skinner is hurt! scully is sleuthing! mulder is in hong kong! we had best begin!

YAAAS we got another “previously on the x files” <- i loathed these at first for throwing me off my typical groove, but now that i know we only bust them out on special occasions (multiple part episodes) i look forward to them

ugh scully is so pretty. “you say that every time” and it’s true every time??? 

we get a recap: flash bang alien, inky eyes, skinner on a hunt for answers before being interrupted, scully’s dad’s friend johansen, the rat bastard 

timeskip to 1953. a man from johansen’s squad who is covered in burns is telling his story, and it is being recorded. he is being visited by those who claim to want to bring him to justice, but he says he won’t tell. 

so after johansen started a mutiny and locked the rest of the sailors in the sub, those trapped on the lower levels knocked the dude with the inky eyes on the head with a wrench. so he is knocked tf out. and liquid started pouring from his eyes (BLEAUGH) and into a drain. the survivor who has all the burns and who is recounting this calls the liquid “the enemy”

a guy that looks a lot like matty healy (but much cleaner) is asking him what he means by calling liquid “the enemy”. so the interviewee says that the thing went back to where it came from. 

GASP!!!!!! HE ADDRESSES THE MATTY HEALY LOOKING FELLOW AS “MR. MULDER”!!!!!! oh this is JUICY!!! and the camera pans over to another man putting in a cigarette!! GASP!!! WE KNOW WHO THAT IS!!!!

baby cig man says “you can trust all of us” (<- LIES, LYING, SAID BY A GUY WHO IS LYING)

(you can tell the actor playing baby cig man had just one line but he worked SO hard to get cig man's voice right... it made me giggle)

why does young mr mulder look kinda cute. aww. so little. almost wanna squish his cheeks.

they changed the intro again. smh! messing with my rhythm.

anyway, back to main plot. scully’s rolling up to the hospital to find skinner, where she is met by agent fuller and agent caleca, two names i do not think i have heard before. scully asks for hair and fiber from the crime scene and these two are like “we don’t have that yet” so she says “um get it?” (not really but basically) (and they claim it was some random guy that shot him… not buying it)

oh! skinner is being wheeled out! she’s off to go investigate. now if it were ME being rolled about with my shirt off after a gunshot wound and emergency surgery, i would not want people seeing that. but hey, she’s a doctor so maybe she’s chill like that. still! i’d be soooo embarrassed omg

SHE GRABS HIS HAND OMG!!!!! he opens his eyes a tiny tiny bit and tells her that he has seen the man who shot him before!!!

man, i thought just the hand grabbing was gonna be all tender, and it was! but getting a clue at who did it was a bonus too

back to the rat bastard and mulder. at least krycek seems aware that mulder can and will kick his ass and is deferential to him. 

scully is looking over skinner’s chart. OH! she asked for guards. and she wants them NOW. she does not CARE about your excuses. WOO!!! she says idgaf if you two agents stand out there YOURSELVES, get GUARDS ON him!!! YAAAAS!

back to krycek and mulder cam. mulder notices that they are being followed and tells him to speed up. at gunpoint! and this mystery vehicle runs them off the road!!!!!!

noooo, their faces are all smushed in. someone pulls rat bastard out and asks where the tape is, but the fellow who attacked him gets flash banged, because again, krycek has alien flash banging powers.

but poor mulder still has his bloody heady on the dash :( he sees some odd flashing 

scully gets called into the lab and this guy has some info on the dude that shot skinner. she says it will take too much time to run the hair sequence, but to do it anyway.

(also, i can’t tell if this is the same guy from the lab as before that clearly had a crush on her or if this is a different one but idk i guess it doesn’t really matter... he doesn’t seem like her type)

so the two men that krycek flash banged last night are now in treatment for radiation, and who is visiting them but cancer man!!! he is once again lighting up as they are dying. he bends down and moves a bandage, and sees the eyes of a patient meet his. but he says to HAVE THE BODIES DESTROYED OMFG HE DOES NOT GIVE A FUUUUCK THIS GUY IS EVIL!!!!

mulder at da hospital. bandage on his head. awwwwww :( it’s so sad and pathetic... he’s baby.

AND SCULLY IS THERE!!!! WITH A SMILE!!!!!! WOOHOO I WISH I COULD LIVE IN THIS MOMENT FOREVER!!! YES YES THOSE ARE MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS!!

the police found him and he mentioned “we” so she says “who’s we” and he has to say KRYCEK… she is (very gently) confused

an excellent person to have by your bedside whilst recovering. 

she tells him that she is sorry for the bad news, but skinner has been shot as well. but the doctors seem to think he’ll be okay. and she has an idea on who it is that pulled the trigger!

GASP!!! she pulls out the scans on the hair. two of them, in fact. the first being from the man who shot skinner, and the second being from the man who shot melissa. and they’re a PERFECT MATCH!!!! CONSPIRACY!!! CONSPIRACY, I CRY!!!

(shrill violins, fade to black)

oh! it’s the united nations alien council. um i realize now i don’t know their actual name. but you know who i’m referring to, right? the guys. the gang. the squad. just a couple of dudes.

they’re discussing the site “WHERE THEY RECOVERED THE UFO” well! there you have it! word of god confirmation! it’s indeed a ufo that the french sailors came across in the last episode!

“it seems we have an information leak, gentlemen”, one of them announces, which makes me say, okaaaay ominous <3

and they say cig man has responded in a way no one could have predicted… omg was he behind the skinner thing…?

scully visiting skinner <3 asking how he is feeling <3 he doesn’t seem surprised about the news his shooter was the same as melissa’s, especially because those three men had warned him before about pursuing her case. he says she should be careful about saying that the case was shut down because people don’t want it to be caught but. it’s looking them right in the face.

OH! the man that shot him was one of the ones who attacked him a few months back on the stairwell! well i didn’t even catch this. some detail noticer i am. AND KRYCEK was the other one!!!! yes, and they stole the tape yes yes i’m recalling!

ohhh it’s serious. he tells her that she cannot afford anger, that if she’s angry she’ll make a mistake. “i’ll be okay”, she says (voice breaking) (<- said by a woman who is lying)

he says that if she can’t keep her head, it’s okay to step away… this feels very chekov’s gun… but she says that’s exactly what they want. OH! i love that she knows she can get to the bottom of this. i love that she believes in herself.

scully is furiously typing on her laptop. asking to devote full bureau resources to finding krycek. got her glasses on n everything. terribly beautiful whilst angry. she is saying he can explain everything that is going on, but i don’t think anyone is gonna listen to herrrr because the fbi does not give a fuck!!!

scully is now entering their office to see the giant yellow scuba suit. “it looked great on me in the store” says mulder, who needs to make a joke or people will die. perhaps he needs to make a joke even more when people really ARE dying.

so, why is it here? great question. it was covered in oil, the french guy was covered in oil, his wife was covered in oil, and it’s all diesel oil from world war two submarines. a new meaning to the term “oiled up”.

theory time with mulder: it’s a medium for an alien creature for body-jumping. he laughs when she laughs, aware of how ridiculous it sounds, but also aware of her thinly veiled fury; what else could he do? he does know how it sounds, he does know what she needs, but the truth. the truth.

so what does this thing living in the oil want with krycek? a great question. 

omg guy from the lone gunmen is ice skating! and so is another one. wow a team bonding mission <3 AND THE OTHER ONE!!! FROHIKE!!! 

is this something they do often... no, this must be a sleuthing mission.

frohike goes in a locker and opens something. GIVES IT TO MULDER!!! YAAAS THE TAPE!!! they say he should “call upon their services more often” YAAAS they want that sweet sweet agent time <3 

but noooo! the tape is gone!!!! mulder gets mad and throws the empty case. still, a reunion with his pals <3

cig man is watching tv. sipping some sort of liquor.

(whenever i see someone drinking a beverage with ice in it on a tv show, i think of that one tiktok of a prop master explaining how they make prop ice and the many different kinds they can do. i think this looks like glass ice to me. shoutout to people who make videos about props; you make my heart very happy)

BRO... THE TAPE JUST APPEARS. KRYCEK HAS ENTERED????? but the guy who shot skinner is there too!!! and is holding krycek at gunpoint!!!!

cig man watches krycek's eyes go all inky (correction: OILY) and black. omg……

cancer man is rolling up 15 minutes late for the UN alien meeting. lmao it's funny in a way. he moved the ufo to a new location! he promises it will be absolutely inaccessible.

someone asks why he won’t bring it to nevada like the others. probs because even the normies know about nevada as the alien place. dweeb.

GASP! they want answers for what happened to skinner. cig man says for all he knows, it's just random. even though they have a drawing of the guy who did it, who is “one of his”, he’s denying it. AND THEY’RE ALL GROANING BECAUSE NO ONE BELIEVES HIM FOR A SECOND LMAOOOOOOO

(so funny to me that despite being on the super secret alien council, cig man still manages to be unprofessional and lie through his teeth to people who seem far more competent, even when secrecy effects the entire planet. something very funny about him lowkey sucking at his job)

so he needs to get the shooter out of the country NOW or else skinner can make an ID and no one can stop the arrest!

back to the agents trying to piece things together. the lone gunmen are babbling on about how to best find what was written on the case but mulder has the secret: rubbing a lil pencil over top LMAOOO. he finds a phone number!!

and who picks it up when he calls but… the un alien club!!!

it’s the well groomed man!!! mulder says krycek gave him the number. and he asks to meet with mulder. allegedly in central park? is this a trap...

so, the dude who did the shooting is named luis. the other agents are saying to scully they can’t look any further than they already have, but she says keep looking, she’s seen stranger. and the lab guy says “i believe she has” when she leaves lmaoooo GET UP. he's down bad fr. pathetic. get up.

i mean i am too but i'd like to think i'd have more dignity about it

mulder in da park. is he alone… are they gonna get him??? the well-groomed man meets him. they’re playing some mental chess with who can ask each other what. so he tells mulder there WAS a ufo at the bottom of the ocean that was shot down during ww2, and a salvage attempt had been made, but there were complications.

so it looks like they’re both looking for krycek. but the well groomed man leaves by saying “anyone can be gotten to”. very very ominous. and mulder calls scully and says check on skinner RIGHT NOW.

she gets down there and he’s NOT THERE??? apparently he was moved to a different hospital. WHO TOOK HIM?????

scully slaps her badge on the door of a ambulance on the side of the road and asks if he’s got a skinner in there. this dude says yeah and he must be freaked tf out, but she’s coming along for the ride now.

skinner wants to know what she’s doing here, and she says she just wanted him to be safe. she pulls her gun out and opens the door and WHO IS IT BUT LUIS!!! WHO FIRES AT SKINNER!

TRAFFIC GUNFIGHT CHASE!!! luis just got hit by a CAR!!! she got him!!!

and she’s SCREAMING at him. screaming like we have never heard before, are you the man that killed my sister??? he’s begging for his life.  he says he can tell her where krycek is…

the police roll up, telling her to put the gun down. and she sadly holds up her badge and explains that she’s basically the police but actually better so y’all are kinda late to the situation. they take him into custody. and she’s tearing up. i do not trust that he doesn’t have a poison tooth in there. 

she calls mulder, who is rummaging through his car, and tells him that he was right, someone was going to kill skinner. and it IS the man who shot her sister. and allegedly krycek is going to north dakota. mulder says please meet me in new york with two tickets to north dakota asap. 

what’s in north dakota, she asks? the salvaged ufo!!!

cut to north dakota cam. agents are rolling up, and how terribly i wish i could see what happened on the flight and ride up to there. how tense the silence was, how valiant the attempts at breaking it were. UGH. someone pls write the fic someday i’m already emotional.

she’s got a vest thing on and it’s cute. i get that we have bigger things at hand but i can still appreciate a vest moment!!

they go into a silo... but the door locks behind them!!! they go 8 stories down!! that is a lot!!!! 

now they’re opening a door to what looks like a nuclear waste thing. idk i don't know much about nukes. but it’s just a big empty silo. so they have to check 199 more. 

except they hear a thunk in the tunnels!!!

scully finds one of the (barely alive?) burn victims that had been flash banged by krycek just as mulder announces “he’s here”, and a large group of soldiers runs in

OH! they go to start running from the soldiers and he grabs her. it was so subtle but so sweet. i’m gonna gnaw at something. 

NOOO! they’re surrounded!!! and cancer man is coming up. she yells that they saw bodies in there and he says “you saw nothing” <- wow absolutely garbage fellow has sunken further than even before by adding gaslighting to his resume

so they’re getting taken into custody but cancer man is going deeper, and he tells the soldiers to take the bodies away. he goes down to the nuclear thingy, and lights up, which i feel would be a bad choice in a circumstance where things were actually nuclear, but okay. 

we see something very dark and oily? and hear people throwing up. OH! it’s krycek, with the black stuff pouring from his eyes and mouth. on top of a triangular looking ufo. the oil is pouring into a spiral thingy? and it gets sucked up. 

MULDER AT HIS DESK WITH HIS GLASSES ON!!!! AND A HEALING CUT ON HIS FOREHEAD!!! could a man be any more attractive? it’s debatable.

knock knock. who is it? it’s skinner!!!! limping, and not supposed to be back in the office for a few more weeks!

mulder gets up to shake his hand and help him across the room. a right gentleman, he can be. OHHH so this is why i have seen those bloopers of skinner with a cane LMAOOOO

he’s looking for scully though lmao. yeah not interested in YOU, mulder. 

mulder thanks him for getting shot because he stood up to the evil. he’s saying no, no, i wasn’t doing that, at all. i don’t know what you’re talking about. but not in a humble brag way, in a denying allegations sort of way. it's interesting. my brain is still stuck on this moment.

he says that he “mistakenly” believed he could bring melissa’s murder to justice. mulder says hey, what do you mean by that? so that is why skinner needs to go see her.

she's out and about, though. she’s bringing flowers to melissa’s grave NOOOOO :((((((( she doesn’t even say anything, she just sits there. 

UNTIL MULDER COMES AND BRINGS FLOWERS TOO??? and she has to brace herself to see him. 

he touches her shoulder gently before he sets them down. oh my GOSH

she tells him about how someone told her the dead speak to you from beyond the grave, and that is what a conscience is. he says that’s interesting, that he’s never thought of it that way. a man who sees her suffering and doesn't know what to say to make it better.

and she thought that finding the man who killed her would bring closure but it didn’t. 

he grabs her by the arm at this point, and says he needs to talk to her. tells her that they found luis dead. whoever was behind it all tried to cover it up. 

“i think the dead are speaking to us, mulder. demanding justice” <-stop. stop i’ll cry. you think i won’t cry? you think, for some reason, i won’t sob? i won’t collapse into a heap? you’d be incorrect. you’d be naive and mistaken. you’d be an utter fool, even in a world of fools.

(muffled screaming of me trying to keep it together)

but funny i should type that, because we also hear some muffled screaming on camera, that of krycek trapped in the ufo?? or in the room with it, deep in the nuclear silo?

episode ends with his screams.

WHAT!!!

so much has happened. and really one thing is on my mind: who is gonna hug scully? who is gonna tell her that the anger is okay, even if it’s futile? who is gonna hold the baddest woman alive close and listen? even if all she has to say is silence? 

RAAAAAAAAH i’m gonna CRY.

i feel like i could write another thinkpiece here but i also feel like i need to let this one sit for a bit. 

scully holding skinner’s hand, scully waiting by mulder’s bedside, scully saving skinner’s life, scully screaming, so guttural, at the man that killed her sister. scully in glasses and scully in vests and scully in coats. furious and devastating and calculating and guilty. 

i have some major questions re: krycek and cancer man and why don’t they just deal with him already??? like for real. i know the answer is gonna be that someone from higher up would just replace him, but i do think it is funny how he goes about blatantly committing all those crimes and then clocks into work the next day like nothing happened. and no one can act like anything happened because they’ll tear the fbi down if they do. we all have a coworker like that, don’t we? that sucks terribly but you can’t do anything about it because the inside supports how terrible they suck? sigh. many such cases.

krycek, if i’m supposed to feel bad for you, i don’t. starve in that ufo and see if i give a damn. 

skinner denying any concept of heroism… i think he’s doing it to keep himself safe. like he said to scully, any sort of accusations are risky. i don’t think he wants anyone to get the idea that he is a hero, even if he is in reality. i also think he has a complex and a great fear of being PERCEIVED as a hero after the things he did during war, and who knows what else he did but hasn't spoken about. but interesting still that he would deny a gesture as simple as being thanked. 

there are many dots in my head. i would like to think they are connecting, but honestly i’ve got matty healy dupe mr. mulder on my mind still just because it was so funny. and then also scully angst. and a deep deep desire to get into that car on the drive from the airport to north dakota, to just listen in on whatever went down. maybe i’ll have to write it if no one else does! isn’t that terrible? when no one else will write the exact thing you want to read, so you have to do it?

(i’ve actually never written fic before so that would be a major commitment. but a one shot here or there sounds interesting)

anyway. lots on my mind. it was a good episode, but kept a lot of things unsolved. which is the point, i know, but they dangle the answers in front of you!! then snatch them away!! i wanted a tiny bit more of the tea. 

but i guess, on the other hand, we know what the tea is, don’t we? we know cancer man and the UN alien squad are hiding this, they’re aware that this alien creature can cause radiation, they’re aware of ufos and they’re covering them up. they might not be aware of the exact nature of the creature, but they ARE aware of it, and that it’s a weapon of mass destruction. what isn’t clear is how tf krycek got roped into this. but again i really dgaf about his loser ass. 

i’m plotting. i’m pinning things on boards and tying them together with string. and then making predictions from there.

(actually, think it’s cool we see a bunch of different kinds of aliens on this show. there were the poison blood clones, standard alien 👽 fellow, and now the oil creature. fun that we get multiple perspectives and takes on what could be. perhaps scarier than just plain old little 👽, but!!! interesting for worldbuilding purposes)

back to plotting….

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PRACTICE.

ALLEN IVERSON x @notapradagurl7 🤎

SUMMARY: in which Majesty helps Allen practice for his next game and Allen helps Majesty learn to be vocal with her needs. ✨

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"𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣 𝗬𝗢' 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗨𝗣, 𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡!" Majesty exclaimed with a laugh as she dunked on Allen, hanging from the hoop with a giggle before dropping to her feet.

"oh, you got skills, huh?" Allen laughed, picking up the basketball, as Majesty giggled and playfully shrugged, watching her man dribble the ball while she adjusted her gym shorts.

"i learned from the best, didn't i? now, c'mon and make it hot, boo. we both tied at 19. after this, we can go home." Majesty smiled a bit, wiping her forehead clear of sweat, as Allen passed the ball to her and Majesty passed it right back to him, the couple checking the ball while Majesty made her way over to him to block him from shooting.

Majesty and Allen were at an indoor basketball court to help Allen practice for his next game. this court was actually how the two met and how their relationship sparked. one time when Allen went here to practice with his friends, he saw them get dunked on by Majesty, which is what caused his sudden interest in her. how could a girl dunk on 3 men so easily? from that moment on, Allen started to pursue her.

that was only 6 months ago, and the two still practice together just like they did before, especially when Majesty had free time. Majesty was a nurse at their local hospital — and she'd even nurse Allen's injuries whenever he got hurt in the court — and whenever she had free time, she'd be helping Allen practice, be present at his games, cook him dinner, and sometimes she'd even run the shower for him or she'd run him a nice bubble bath when he was sore after his games.

she was always questioned by Allen why she didn't try out for the WNBA, but she always responded by telling him that taking care of people was something she love doing since she was in high school. sure she played basketball in middle school and high school and was even nicknamed "Majic" by her coach — which was on the back of her letterman jacket — but being a nurse was something that she just couldn't shake, so she focused on that instead.

making their way down the court, Majesty attempted to steal the ball from Allen while he made his way toward the basket. successfully stealing the ball from her lover, Majesty dribbled the hall as she managed to break Allen's ankles, earning laughs from the both of them while Majesty jogged towards the hoop and Allen jogged after her.

a smirk suddenly covered Allen's face and before Majesty could shoot the ball, Allen slapped her on the ass, causing a loud squeal to fall from her lips while her focus diminished and Allen swiped the ball from her sweaty palms.

"Al, that's cheating!" Majesty laughed, rubbing her backside, as she watched Allen laugh and shoot the ball, a 'swish' sound effect coming from his lips while the ball went through the net.

"all's fair in Love and Basketball, right, baby?" Allen smugly grinned, making his way over to his woman, as Majesty smacked her lips and playfully turned around, jokingly giving him the silent treatment while he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"you're such a cheater, move." Majesty laughed, feeling him kiss her earlobe and sprinkle kisses on the side of her face, as she rested her hands on his tattooed arms and playfully rolled her eyes.

"don't be mad 'cause i'm better than you." Allen joked, smiling against her face, as Majesty smacked her lips and before she could respond, Allen spun her around and picked her up while her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

"i hate when you do that! givin' me heart attacks and shit!" Majesty laughed, smacking his shoulder, as Allen laughed and his hands rested on her ass, running his tongue over his lips while he looked up at her.

"you don't be complainin' when i have yo' ass pent up against the wall in the hallway like this." Allen smirked, raising his brow at the woman in his arms, as Majesty blushed and smacked her lips, shimmying out of his grip before grabbing his hand.

"stop tryna be nasty and c'mon so we can get out these sweaty clothes."

—

"thank you, mama." Allen muttered as Majesty tied his durag over his cornrows and placed a kiss on his lips with a smile.

"of course, pa." Majesty smiled softly as she sunk into the bathtub filled with bubbles and rested her back against his chest while Allen's arms wrapped around her figure.

the couple sat in comfortable silence as the warm water ran over both of their bodies, their skin smooth, wet, and clean from them washing each other's bodies. Majesty's eyes gradually shut as she took in the relaxing moment, her body laying limply against Allen's while he gently squeezed her in his arms.

feeling a kiss on her temple, Majesty's lips curled up into a small smile as Allen placed kisses upon the side of her face, making her chuckle softly at his affection.

"i should beat yo' lil' ass for breaking my ankles like that on the court." Allen jokingly muttered, a small goofy smile on his face, as Majesty laughed softly and opened her eyes, looking up at her man with a playful roll of her eyes.

"you can do it to everybody else, but when i do it to you, you wanna fight me?" Majesty giggled, pecking her man's lips, as Allen chuckled and sat his hand on her side, running his thumb over the tattoo that rested there while he looked down at her.

"because you my girl, and that was disrespectful shit, Maj'. i'm hurt." Allen pouted, poking out his bottom lip, as Majesty laughed and repeatedly pecked his lips, making him smile against her lips while he rested his hand on her chin and gave her one final passionate kiss before pulling away.

"a'ight, a'ight, stop before i have yo' fine ass bent over the side of this tub." Allen chuckled, smirking a little at the woman against him, as Majesty playfully rolled her eyes and chuckled at her man before kissing his lips for a final time, rising from his chest and gripping the side of the bathtub to stand up to her feet.

"whatever, Mr. Iverson. finish bathing — or whatever you gotta do — so i can cook us something to eat and we can take a nap. don't take all day."

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Majesty sat Indian style in her and Allen's shared bed in one of Allen's sweatshirts and a pair of underwear, resting her cheek against her palm as she scrolled through channels on the TV. Allen was still in the bathroom doing lord knows what so she waited patiently for him to come out so that they could decide as a couple what they wanted to eat.

suddenly, the bathroom door opened, causing Majesty to look up, and there stood Allen in nothing but a towel. the towel was loosely wrapped around his waist and droplets of water either sat or rolled off of his muscular chest as his muscles flexed with each move he made, causing Majesty's mouth to involuntarily go ajar. sinful daydreams filled Majesty's mind quicker than ever as she stared at the light-skinned man in front of her, seeing his lips move but hearing no words exit them.

sometimes Majesty wondered how she managed to bag someone as perfect as Allen. his personality was amazing, his face and aura were beautiful, and he was insanely talented. most women would dream of having a Superman like Allen. and yet there he was; in Majesty's life.

"Maj', you listenin'?" Allen's voice knocked Majesty out of her thoughts and she blinked a few times before looking up at him, a smirk on his face as he looked down at her.

"...huh?"

"i said why you ain't tell me i didn't bring no boxers with me to the bathroom? i can't just be walkin' around with my dick swingin' back and forth." Allen chuckled, his words going in one of Majesty's ears and out the other, as she watched him walk over to his dresser and her eyes were glued to his toned abdomen, watching his chest flex effortlessly while she bit down on her lip.

"who said you couldn't?" the words flew from Majesty's lips before she could process them, making her eyes widen a little, and she averted her eyes back to Allen, who was looking back at her with a raised eyebrow and an even wider smirk on his face.

the sexual tension suddenly thickened in the atmosphere as Allen closed the drawer his hand was entangled in and walked over to Majesty, who was still in shock from the words she let slip through the cracks of her lips.

"you got somethin' to tell me, Maj'?" Allen smirked, his slender fingers resting on her chin and lifting her head, as Majesty went quiet, her throat becoming dry while she stared up at the love of her life lustfully with a glint of awe.

"you want sum', don't you?" Allen asked lowly, licking his lips at the woman, as he grabbed her hand and trailed her fingertips along the length of his shaft, which was gradually hardening under her touch, "you know if you want it, you gotta say it, ma."

"i... uh..." Majesty struggled to get her words together and she spoke in a whisper as Allen smiled mischievously at the woman before placing his fists against the bed, his face inches from hers while he slightly towered her. Allen's bottom lip retreated between his teeth as he stared at Majesty, who unknowingly submitted to him due to having to be vocal about her desires.

"hm?" Allen muttered, lightly tilting his head at the woman, as he grabbed her hand from his now erect member and sat it on her lap, waiting on her to let him know what she wanted and how she wanted it, "what'chu want, mama?"

"...i... i want you, Al... please?"

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"Allen! oh, shit, just like that!" Majesty moaned loudly, the bed gently swaying underneath her, as Allen's hands tightly gripped her waist and his hips rocked into hers with ease, his thrusts steady and deep while he bit his lip in concentration.

"like that? hm? you like when you give it to you like that, pretty?" Allen cooed, wrapping Majesty's ginger passion twists around his hand, as he pulled her head back to him, closing the distance between their bodies while her back rested against his chest.

"y-yes! oh m-my— mmh!" Majesty cried, her vocals beginning to falter, as her hands tightly gripped the sheets and her eyes screwed shut, her brows furrowing while her hips grew rosy from how hard Allen gripped them.

taking his hands off her hips, Allen's warm touch spread across her body like wildfire as he caressed and groped every part of her body he could get his fingers on, earning whimpers and soft cries from the woman in his arms. a gasp fell from her lips once she felt a rough slap on her ass and her lips rested ajar as her low eyes fluttered open, locking eyes with Allen's lustful glare while she whimpered softly.

dipping his head down to her neck, Allen peppered kisses along the side of her neck and onto her shoulder, adding a hickey or two as his tongue trailed up and down her left collarbone. one of his hands kneaded Majesty's breast and the other came up to her jaw as he tilted her head to the side to give himself more access to her neck, his canines gently sinking into her skin and earning a wince and moan from his lady.

"you feel so good around me, baby." Allen breathily groaned against her neck, causing her floodgates to open further, as Majesty's eyes slightly fluttered and she released a soft whimper, taking one hand off of the sheets and resting it on top of the hand Allen had on her bosom.

"Al..." Majesty whimpered, her brows furrowing for a second time, as his kisses began trailing up from her neck to her face and he soon reached her lips, pulling her into a heated and nasty tongue kiss.

the lip-lock was sloppy and nearly full of saliva as it dripped down both their chins, moans and groans filling the kiss while Allen's hand slipped down from her breast to her lower stomach. Majesty clutched onto Allen's wrist as he rested his middle and ring fingers on top of her throbbing clitoris, rubbing the bud in quick circles while Majesty's body jolted against his. Majesty moaned in the kiss at his action and she soon failed to kiss back as Allen held her bottom lip in his mouth, gently tugging at it with his teeth before letting it go.

staring up at the woman with low eyes filled with desire, Allen watched as Majesty struggled to handle the amount of pleasure she felt at once, making him smirk while he bit down on his lip. Majesty's breathing began choppy and her moans started to get trapped in her throat as tears brimmed at her eyes and her nails gently dug into Allen's wrist, his other hand wrapping around her throat while he roughly squeezed the sides.

"A-Allen! i'm g-gonna cum!"

"not 'til you promise me you'll always tell me when you want some dick," Allen muttered, kissing her earlobe, as he smirked against her rosy skin, "you know it's yours, mama. so why you actin' so shy to ask for sum'?"

the pace of his thrusts and fingers suddenly quickened, and Majesty had no clue he could go faster than he was already going. tears now rolled down her face and broken moans and cries fell from her lips like a never-ending waterfall as her eyes screwed shut for a second time and she released a sob.

"p-please, Al!"

"uh-uh. you betta' hold that shit 'til you say it."

Majesty's stomach muscles convulsed violently as her bubbling orgasm intensified and her nails dug even further into Allen's wrist, causing the skin to slightly break and a low moan to fall from his lips. her chest began rising and falling with quickness and she struggled to catch her breath as she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, making more tears roll down her cheeks.

not only was she shy about being vocal, but it seemed like she couldn't even be vocal at the time she needed it the most.

all of a sudden, a loud gasp fell from her lips and it felt as if the blockage she had in her throat had disintegrated, making her eyes shoot open from the feeling that she was about to explode if she didn't get her orgasm.

"i-i pro-promise i'll al-always tell you when i want so-some dick! i sw-swear! please let me cum, i can't hold it anymore!"

"cum for me, gorgeous." on cue with his words, Majesty became undone, a loud sob falling from her lips as she came. her body twitched and jolted in Allen's arms as her chest heaved up and down slowly, attempting to catch her breath for a second time while Allen's movements on her body gradually came to a stop.

Majesty's body felt weak and out of energy and her eyes felt too heavy to keep open as she went limp in Allen's arms, making him chuckle while he let her go and allowed her to fall on the bed.

"you promise to be vocal with me, baby?" Allen asked softly, pulling out of the girl, as he moved her hair out of her face and Majesty looked up at him dazedly.

"...I promise."

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Paradise Undone |2 | S. McGarrett

Two

Emily bade her oldest brother goodbye and made him promise to be careful before she slipped out of the office and waited in the hallway until Steve followed her and pulled her into the stairwell. His mouth covered hers desperate like he had the last night they had in Japan. "Steve, I'm so sorry about your dad." She mumbled against his mouth, "I tried to get out of my shift to go but McCormick wouldn't let me leave." Sara McCormick was her superior officer and hated Emily and how quick she was on her feet and the smart-ass attitude she had when she knew she was right.

Which was a lot of the time and they both knew it.

He shook his head as if he were waving her statement.

He didn't want to see her in a moment of weakness. She only knew him as a strong leader and that's what she needed to keep picturing him as. "You don't have to be strong all the time. Not around me." Not wanting to talk about it, he pressed a bruising kiss on her mouth. The vibrating of her phone pulled them apart and she muttered a curse. She pulled it out of her scrub pocket and groaned when she saw the message, "Sorry, I got to go back to base." "Come over later.' It wasn't a question, it was an order. "Of course." She returned with a smirk as he bent his head to kiss her again. "Go, we don't need Sara punishing you for being late again." She pressed another kiss to his mouth again before going down the stairs.

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Emily was still tingling when she walked into the hospital. She knew that Steve had been back in Hawaii for the funeral but she didn't realize he had stayed. Of course he had, he wasn't going to rest until the man who killed his father was caught. But what surprised her the most was him working with her ultra stuffy serious older brother.

"You good Williams?" McCormick asked as she came around the counter and placed her phone down on the desk.

"I am fine, my brother just got hurt and I went to double-check his injury." She answered.

The older woman gave her a look, 'It's not that. You saw McGarrett."

Emily pursed her lips together and picked up the files that were on the desk to go through. "McGarrett? As in Commander McGarrett? The man you almost got court-martialed for?" Jane, one of the the other nurses who had been with them for a long time asked as she joined them.

"That would be the one." The lead nurse returned a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth, knowing that she would be getting under Emily's skin.

"His father died, he is on the Island." The blonde said shortly as she started flipping through the files. "Did you see him?"

"Yes, he is my brother's new partner." The former New Yorker finally spat, knowing that she wouldn't be able to keep it from them forever "And no we don't need to talk about it. It's not any of your business."

"It may not be our business now Sargent but when he breaks your heart it will be." Sarah commented as the girl tapped her finger against the files, "And you know he will, he loves Catherine Rollins just as much as he loves you."

"Let me make one thing completely clear ma'am. Steve McGarrett doesn'tnor will he everlove me. I am just a piece of ass for him." She snapped, "That's it. Excuse me."

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"Commander McGarrett? Can I help you with something?" Sarah asked as the Commander came onto the floor where they were working just before quitting time. "Where is Williams?" He asked they had brought him in after the whole incident with Victor Hesse and he knew that Emily was there. "Locker room." The redhead tilted her head down the hall to the room.

"Thanks." He answered tensely before he walked down the hall and peeked into the locker room.

The blonde was standing at her locker standing with her back to him, her eyes on her phone. "Hey, you.' He greeted causing her to spin and look at him dropping her phone with a thud onto the floor.

"Steve! What happened?"

"Caught Victor Hesse."

'Victor Hesse? The bastard that you have chased all over the world for 5 years?" Emily questioned as she stood up on her tiptoes to look at the cut and butterfly bandages on his cheek. Not that she didn't trust the nurses downstairs, she did but it always made her feel better if she could double-check their work.

Steve nodded as his free hand caught a hold of her waist and pulled her into him. "He killed my father." The blonde hissed and shook her head, she knew all about Victor Hesse and his brother Anton, she had even been on a task with him and other SEALs trying to hunt them down before she got injured. "Is he dead?" The commander was quiet as his fingers dipped under the material of her scrub down to trace a pattern across the skin of her lower back.

"Steve? Is he dead?" She repeated, cupping his cheeks in her hands, her thumb rubbing against the non-bruised cheekbone.

"Yes." He answered after taking a deep calming breath, he made the right choice of asking to be taken to the hospital on base so he could see Emily afterward, she offered a different sort of comfort than Catherine did.

She offered not only the physical aspect of everything but the emotional side of things, it oddly felt like she was the one that completed him. But he wasn't ready to go to that step yet.

"Can you give me a ride back to the palace? I need to check on your brother and the others" He finally said, pulling away to look at her.

"Of course." She returned pulling away from him fully to gather her belongings.

"Have you seen the hell hole that he has your niece going into it?" "Yes. I tried to tell him we could get a place together that wasn't as bad but he refused, he doesn't want help." Emily had fought with her brother about it, wanting to get off of the base and away from most of the girls in her unit. But Danny stayed stubborn and didn't listen to her or their mother. "What are you thinking?" The Commander smirked, he had to give it to her, she caught on very easily and was usually right there with his plans.

The exact opposite of her brother.

**

At first, Emily wanted to stay behind in her car and let Steve go in and check on her brother and the rest of the team but he insisted that she come in and meet the other two members of the team and he thought that the gift card to the hotel would sound better coming from both of them compared to just him. Instantly, the natural shyness that she had came forth and she grabbed onto Steve's good arm, her blue eyes going from the men working on setting up stuff to the glass office.

"Emily!" Danny's voice exclaimed from his office, "You won't be what he did this time." "What else did you do to my brother?" She asked looking up at the Commander and then at her brother who looked more upset than he had earlier that day. 'He drove a police cruiser onto a freighter boat." "You did what?" She shouldn't have been surprised but she was, Steve was known to do stuff like that especially if he thought it would get their mission completed. Danny nodded smirking, this was a good way to get her to stop seeing him, "He drove a car onto a moving boat with me in it.' Chewing on the inside of her bottom lip thoughtfully before giggling, "Yeah that's pretty on track with him.' "Em, I don't want you seeing him anymore." He ordered causing her to laugh even more before turning back to the two other people in the bullpen. 'Yeah, I don't think that is going to happen." Steve chuckled if she didn't listen to her mother what made Danny think she would listen to him

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Mortal Kombat: Enenra's Shadow

Chapter 3: Thread of Fate

Viktor got up, drank some coffee and went straight to school. He and Enenra were incredibly bored, but made it through the day. The two, after getting out of school, went to a convenience store to buy something to eat.

VIKTOR: So, other than brains, what other foods do you like?

ENENRA: Tater tots and chocolate.

VIKTOR: Copyright’s gonna be five feet up our asses, but okay.

As the two bought the food, they sat on a trolley and headed home. They stopped halfway because they got a call. 

VIKTOR: <Hello?>

The phone was silent and couldn’t be heard, but Viktor’s reaction said it all.

VIKTOR: <Had a stroke?! I’ll be right over!>.

He rushed over to the hospital that called as soon as possible. When he got there, he followed a doctor to see his mother on a bed.

VIKTOR: <How did it happen?>

DOCTOR: <We aren’t exactly sure how it happened. We’re trying our damnest to keep her with us.>

Viktor stood there, looking at his hands. His face was down and his hair over his eyes as he spoke to the doctor.

VIKTOR: <How much longer does she have? Aproximately.>

DOCTOR: <We estimate about 3 months. We’re searching and developing new medicine as we speak, with the current one we have, we can only keep her for a few extra days. A week if we’re lucky.>

Viktor nodded lightly. He turned to the doctor, thanking him and walking out the door. An old man followed him outside of the hospital.

ENENRA (in Viktor’s head): What do we do now?

VIKTOR: We look for a cure. By any means nessecary.

ENENRA: Even–

VIKTOR: With minimal murder!

ENENRA: You’re no fun.

Viktor would walk through the steet with people looking at him. Most people looked away, all except one. The old gentleman, who cautiously followed the duo. Viktor doesn’t seem to notice, and Enenra doesn’t seem to care. Eventually, the old man made loud “ahem” noises, and the teen half-turned and look at the old man.

OLD MAN: <I hope I’m not interrupting anything.>

Viktor had an expression that was 50% exhaustion and 50% anger. Enenra covered his hands, just in case he wanted that smoke.

VIKTOR: <If you don’t plan to rob me, I should warn you, I’m not planning on fighting an old man. And if you’re on behalf of those assholes who beat me up a few days ago, have at it.>

OLD MAN: <Boy, I’m not here to fight you. I’m from the same hospital you came from.  Speaking of which, those doctors lied, your mother didn’t have a stroke, she was attacked by someone.>

Viktor’s expression changed to a slight confusion. His hands down by his hips, he looked at the man from across the street.

VIKTOR: <What do you mean “attacked”? Who are you?>

OLD MAN: <My name is Isaac. Isaac Svenson.>

VIKTOR: <Are you an english speaker?>

ISAAC: <Yes. If it’s okay to speak english with you. My bosnian isn’t good.>

Viktor nodded with a quiet “mhm”.

ISAAC: Great. Come with me.

He followed Isaac, who lead him to a bar full of shady looking people. The two sat down, and the bartender tended to the customers of his bar.

ISAAC: <I’ll have shot of liquor. Give this kid a like an apple juice.>

It took the bartender just a few seconds to ready the drinks. The old man drank the whole shot and the boy held his bottle, looking at him. 

VIKTOR (quietly): So, (he sipped his juice with a straw) why have you brought me here? 

ISAAC: Because you, Viktor Arbeid, are special. Everyone in this bar is here for a reason. Some are dealers, some are mercenaries, and some, like you, are looking to help someone they love. So listen closely..

Isaac’s voice turned down as he moved im closer to Viktor.

ISAAC (quietly): All of this is going to sound like complete bullshit, but it’s true. Quan Chi, a sorcerer from basically hell, found out you have something of his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get it back, even hurt people like your mother. 

Viktor’s eyes grew wider in disbelief. 

ISAAC: However, there is a way to cure this curse she’s under. A flower, way far in the woods bordering China. It’s said that if it’s crushed up into tea and drank, it can heal any and all illnesses and curses.

He said, holding him a picture of a white lotus, that illuminates some kind of glow.

VIKTOR: And you just want me to fly to China alone and get some random-ass flower that can probably heal my mom?

ISAAC: You’ll have my company for most of the road. I’ve already covered for everything. Including your school absence. Told the teachers you’ll be sick for some time.

VIKTOR: Woah…. 

ISAAC: Remember, this isn’t some vacation, this is about saving your mother’s life.

Viktor nodded, as he took the bottle and finished his drink, and getting up from the stool and waiting outside. Svenson got up, payed the bartender and walked out lighting a cigarette. He turned to Viktor, offering him one. Viktor declines.

VIKTOR: No thanks. I like my lungs the way they are.

ISAAC: Funny. Most kids even younger than you do smoke. 

VIKTOR: Unlike most kids, I value my health.

Isaac smiled, hugging the boy.

ISAAC: You’re a good kid, Vik. 

He lead the kid to a taxi which went to the airport, where their private plane was waiting for them. Enenra whispered something in Viktor’s ear before they got on.

VIKTOR: I’m sorry, can you hold on?

ISAAC: Uh, sure?

VIKTOR: Thanks.

Viktor walked 15 meters away from him and took out his phone to pretend he’s on a call. Enenra then crawled out of Viktor’s shoulder, speaking to him.

ENENRA: WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!

VIKTOR: He says he can help my mom survive this thing.

ENENRA: Quan Chi is the man who tortured me into this weak form. And he knows his name. He’s clearly playing you!

VIKTOR: I get what you’re saying, but what option do I have?

Enenra used one of his tendrals to facepalm his little head. 

ENENRA: You really Liu Kang’s perfect idiot. 

VIKTOR: Who’s perfect idiot?

ENENRA: Whatever. Just go. But if this backfires… I will eat a person.

VIKTOR: Fine.

Viktor sighed, got on the plane, and eventually it took off. Viktor looked out the window with a hint of fear in his eyes reflected in the glass. Right before relaxing in his seat and eventually falling asleep.

[mars-colony]

13, 17, 34, 39 😌

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Hate is a strong word yada yada but yeah I can think of at least one. I don’t fuck with people that hurt people I care about and do nothing to make up for it or change.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Maybe once or twice 👉🏼👈🏼

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

Lmao. Have an unhinged answer. So I have weird ass dreams sometimes, and the most recent one I remember, I had a really bad stomach ache so I went to the hospital and my nurse did some basic testing for me and got really serious and told me I needed further testing. So she takes me to this separate testing room and asks if it’s okay if some med students join us, and I say yes, cause people gotta learn or whatever, but they’re like, half a college football team wearing letter jackets and everything and they’re all gathered around me in chairs and I’m in the like gyno style exam chair with my feet in stirrups and everything. And I’m really nervous at that point and ask “do we all need to be here for this?” To which she says “yes” all stern and serious. And she pulls back the paper sheet covering my nether regions and all the med students gasped in horror and one loudly proclaimed “it’s orange!!” Sksjsjsjsj and the nurse is like “Mhm, just as I thought. Clamidia.” Sksjsjsjs to which I was like “excuse me??? I haven’t had sex in two years!!” Cause you know skdjdkd that’s involved. And she just shakes her head and says “not it’s not like that” and I’m so fucking confused, and then she said it was from my cats sksjsksjsk

Probably one of the funniest fucking dreams I’ve had in years. Obviously, I mostly have stress dreams lmfao. And my cat has respiratory herpes and I think my subconscious had a field day with that.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Oh god, uh. I believe it was my first boyfriend when I was in 7th grade, sooo 14?

[archxngxl]

The days after Raphael's visit to Eden were...strange, to say the least. Raphael found himself grieving for something he never had. He drowned himself in work, as he usually did when something tragic had happened. Salvatore and Bianca were there for him, while also making sure their sides of the business were functioning. The worrying never stopped though. Raphael settled with getting his men to stay around Eden's bakery, making sure she was okay and that the business was okay. They worked a set schedule and rotation. Salvatore had expressed to his cousin that perhaps he was crossing a line, but Raphael reasoned against it.

That night, Salvatore went to the bakery. Just to check, to make sure Eden was okay. Salvatore himself had grown quite fond of the girl, he had grown to consider her a friend. Something was off. Salvatore eyed the entry way of the bakery, it was locked. But from what he could tell in the window, the bakery was a mess. Glass glistened in the moonlight, cans and napkins littered the ground. Then his eyes fell on the ground and he saw...blood?

Panic set in quickly. The man dashed it for the back, practically broke the door as he did. "Eden?" The man whispered into the dark, taking careful steps inside the kitchen. Then he saw it. Saw her. On the ground, with a giant pool of blood settling under her. Bile rose in his throat, his heart dropped. Even from the darkness, he could see the grotesque damage done onto the woman. "Oh jesus...oh jesus..." The dark haired man said quickly. "It's me! It's Salvatore!" He identified himself. "It's okay...you're safe...you're safe..." The man whispered over and over. He knelt down, knees now drenched in blood.

"What the fuck happened, honey?" Salvatore did not expect an answer. "I'm gonna get you help, okay? I just need you to stay with me." His hand went to his pocket and grabbed his phone. Salvatore dialed Bianca quickly. He could not take Eden to a hospital, because if he did the cops would be all over the building in seconds. Lucky for them, Bianca was a doctor. The woman answered on the third ring, and made plans with Salvatore to bring Eden to her private clinic. The next person he dialed was Raphael. "Get your ass to Bianca's clinic! Eden's been hurt, and she's hurt bad!" His tone was hurried, Salvatore spoke as if he has no time to. "What happened?!" The older Colombo yelled through the phone. "I have no fucking idea, but we have no time right now! Just get to the clinic!" The phone call ended, and Salvatore turned back to Eden. "Honey, I'm gonna need to get you to the car, okay? It's gonna hurt a lot, but you're gonna be okay."

---

TIMESKIP

The hours following were tense. Raphael was pissed, beyond pissed. A mirror was shattered, and Bianca had yet another patient to patch up. He spent most of his time at Eden's bedside, and when he could not, he had Salvatore or Bianca sit with her. She would live, but the damage would leave some lasting problems. "Raph, she's awake." Bianca informed him, and the man was already on his feet.

"Hi, sweetheart..."

Eden had just been about to close up when a man double her size, broad and strong, burst into her kitchen. She'd already send her employee home, and thank god too because before she'd even had a chance to think, her head was gripped, a fistful of her hair pulled so that her head flung back into the wall with a hard smack. Pain burst like hot iron through her head. The moment Eden went to scream she was hit again, winded so badly that she felt like the air was snatched from her lungs. After that her throat was gripped in a vice light grip, she flailed, her legs kicking, her nails digging into flesh. the man had a mask yanked over his face, all she saw were eyes but... they underestimated her, because she was a fighter and she wasn't going to just give in. She'd make sure that her nails drew blood and that any kick that connected was as firm as she could manage to give. Even was her throat was squeezed she fought with her vocal chords to scream, to be louder than she had been a second ago.

She wasn't sure how many hits she take, she wasn't sure how many she gave, what she did know was that she was in trouble and she wasn't sure why, who she'd upset, what she'd done, any of it. Suddenly her scream turned primal, the brute of am an had twisted her arm, something snapped, she felt the bone in her arm crushed and the worst of it.. was that it didn't stop with that. It wasn't just a break, it was one of her knives cutting into her skin, twisted, contorting her elbow. That was when for a few moments Eden faltered, entirely sure she'd pass out from the pain but she wasn't going to die like this. Every part of her knew she shouldn't touch that knife, but it was do or die, fight or fly... and she chose to fight. She gripped the knife and painful as it might be the pulled it, only to hold it so tightly in her fist, slashing forward. She heard his cry and thankfully.. whatever she'd done, whatever she'd cut, it was enough. He started stepping back, his hands having to press to the wound she'd cut into his chest. His blood spilled down as he made his escape, she took in all the things she could quickly note about the man, the warmth of her own blood was streaming down her hand and her voice, she could barely get a word out to cry out for help.. so Eden wrestled to find her phone, thrown to the counter and with her hands trembling terribly she tried to dial for-... well the sensible thing would be an ambulance but Raph was right there, he was right there in her contacts. Before she could press it her world started to turn dizzy, to sway left and right.

The phone slid, smashing onto the floor.. just as Eden dropped down, her free hand gripping the knife again, her body moving quickly to press her back against the nearest wall, and she held that knife out in front of herself.. she wasn't going to let it go. Eden didn't realise how late it'd got because she just sat, she sat there frightened and alone, nothing but a blade and pain to be her defensive, so convinced he'd come back and she'd be unprepared. It must have been gone midnight when she heard footsteps, closer than she'd have hoped.. she'd been going in and out of consciousness. What she wasn't seeing was the purple bruising around her throat, the blood matted into the back of her hair, the pool of crimson at her side, painting down her arms, her middle, she was so.. stained in it. The asshole even bust her lip, bruised her body, just to hurt her... just to make a point of hurting someone so dainty like it was sport, like she'd ever have stood a chance if it came down to a fight of pure strength.

Her first reaction was the sudden urge to thrust the knife with her good arm, to hold it out firm, to warn whoever had come for her away. Her mouth opened to speak and what came out was strangled and tormented, an awful gargle of words. "Don't- near me- no." Why, she suddenly thought, why did I fight. The movement had contorted her in pain because she didn't want to move.. it all just, hurt. One arm remained hung limply at her side, the other shaking as much as autumn leaves hanging from the branches of tree's. She was absolutely and utterly, terrified. "I don't- want to hurt anyone-" she croaked out. How bittersweet it was that after being targeted so maliciously, she held guilt over the blood she'd drawn on someone else. @archxngxl !

[lykaonimagines]

Just As Important - Surgeon!Stephen Strange x Reader

Paring: Surgeon!Stephen Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,550

Description: Stephen and Y/N have been dating in secret for awhile, but when one of the nurses seems to deliberately be making her life harder, he has to step in.

Request: “Surgeon!Stephen being in love with a SRNA(CNA).”

Requested by: Anon

Other Things: Established relationship. Mild Hurt/Comfort. Fluff.

Warnings: I don’t work in the medical field/haven’t ever worked at a hospital, so I just had to guess on some things 😬 Some swearing. Bullying by coworkers.

Masterlist

The sound of a loud crash from behind her sends Y/N spinning around to see her cart full of supplies tipped over and scattered across the ground, one of the nurses and her personal pain in the ass standing over it.

“Well well, what do we have here?” Joy chides with a smirk, looking at the mess then scribbling something down on the clipboard in her hands. “Not working very cleanly are you? Also left a tripping hazard right here. That’s not going to look good in the reports.”

“But I-” Y/N opens her mouth to argue but snaps it shut as Joy brings her pen back to the page.

“Are you looking for backtalk to a superior to be on this report too Y/N?”

“No,” she says quietly, glancing down at the mess at her feet.

“Good, then get fucking cleaning,” she snaps at her before heading off in the opposite direction.

Y/N sighs heavily and drops to her knees when a pair of familiar shoes comes into her field of vision.

Following his legs up, she gives her boyfriend Stephen a soft smile as he glares in the direction Joy went, “Does she always speak to you like that?”

“Stephen I swear it’s fine,” Y/N says as she starts gathering the supplies off the ground.

“It’s not fine,” he insists, crossing his arms. “She shouldn’t be speaking to you that way. And dumping your supplies on the floor and false reports? No Y/N.”

“Please just let it go,” she sighs and stares up at him with pleading eyes. “I don’t want it to become a whole thing…”

Stephen closes his eyes for a moment with his own sigh and nods before dropping down to his knees to help her clean up, “I’ll let it go this time, but if this continues or gets worse… tell me ok?”

“And let the lead neurosurgeon step in to defend a CNA against an asshole nurse?” she scoffs and flips the cart she had back up right.

He shakes his head and reaches out his hand to cup her jaw and run his thumb across her cheek, “You don’t deserve to be treated that way. Don’t let your position make you think you have to put up with this. If you need me to step in I will, or if you want to go to HR I will back you up, I’ve seen it.”

“I don’t deserve you,” she mutters, turning her head to rest in his palm and look up into his eyes.

“Yes you do,” he states firmly, pressing a searing kiss to her lips. “And you know I’ll remind you of that as many times in as many ways as you need.”

“Paging Doctor Strange to Surgical Ops,” a voice on the speaker interrupts them, followed by a loud buzzing on Stephen’s hip.

Making an annoyed noise, he leans into her briefly to press another kiss to her lips, “We’ll table this for now, but remember what I said alright?”

Climbing to his feet, he offers his hands to her to pull her up to him. “Go be a hero and save a life Doctor Strange,” she smiles and squeezes his hands.

“And you go make sure my patients make it through their recovery like you do?”

“Paging Doctor Strange to Surgical Ops.”

“Sounds urgent, you better go,” she muses as she loads her cart back up and gives him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“See you tonight then, at mine?” He asks hopefully.

“I’m all yours tonight,” she confirms and swings her cart around him to head toward her next patient. “Now you get to work.”

-

“This is wrapped horribly,” Joy states as she looks down at the wrapped wound in disgust. “Did you learn anything in your training?”

“Apologies, but you wrapped that patient last night because you thought I wouldn’t do it properly,” Y/N remarks, pulling a snort from the patient in question and earning a glare from Joy.

“It’s not professional to lie Y/N, take responsibility for your mistakes,” she seethes.

Running the comb through the patient’s wet hair, she bites the inside of her cheek and focuses on her task.

“She’s telling the truth, you wrapped it last night,” the patient finally breaks the silence after a moment. Joy’s pursed lips saying more than either of them have to say.

“After you’ve finished here Y/N, I’d like to speak with you at the nurses station,” she states sharply and walks out of the room.

“Did she seriously not even change it?” Y/N mutters under her breath, forcing a smile as the patient chuckles. “Pretend you didn’t hear that.”

“Bit of a high strung one isn’t she?” he asks as she moves toward the gauze on his arm.

“She’s an absolute delight to work with every day,” Y/N states through gritted teeth and sets to work on cleaning the wound.

Once she finished up with her patient, Y/N sets off toward the nurses station with a feeling of growing dread in her gut.

“There she is, the one involving a patient in our internal disputes,” Joy says with crossed arms. “That was completely and totally unprofessional Y/N.”

“I didn’t involve him, you falsely accused me of something and he corrected you. If you’re going to degrade me in front of a patient, you’re the one involving them in the conversation if they choose to join in.”

“If you could just do one thing right maybe this wouldn’t be an issue time and time again!”

Before Y/N can respond, she catches the sight of a head of dark hair with grey streaks slipping around the corner and she bites her tongue, gaze dropping to the floor.

“Is everything alright over here?” Stephen asks as he steps up to the nurses station, firmly planting himself beside Y/N. “I heard yelling.”

“Doctor Strange!” Joy greets him with an overly enthusiastic tone. “No nothing I can’t handle, just some trouble with one of our CNAs.”

“Oh?” He asks, and Y/N can feel his gaze on her.

“Seriously nothing you need to concern yourself with,” she smiles and slides in closer to him. “How is your day going?”

“No no, enlighten me, I’d like to know. Most of my patients are on this floor,” he states simply.

“Badly wrapping a wound, involving a patient in a dispute between us. And that’s just today,” she explains and clicks her tongue. “This one is a walking disaster.”

“We both told you that you wrapped the wound last,” Y/N insists once again, staring past Joy at the wall behind her as she clenches her fists.

“And now you’re going to bring our lead neurosurgeon into this? Like he doesn’t have better things to do than listen to you lie and bitch?” Joy snaps. “Get out of here and go… clean something or do something else useful. Heaven knows we could use some of that from you.”

Looking back to the ground to avoid Stephen’s gaze, Y/N heads off immediately toward her next task trying to blink away the tears threatening to break through.

As if it wasn’t bad enough she had to put up with the bullshit. Now Stephen’s seeming to become a regular witness of it all too.

Stepping into the nearby storage closet she takes a moment to catch her breath as her thoughts race and she stares at the stack of gauze in front of her.

She still wasn’t even sure how she managed to get Stephen’s attention in the first place. The man was a medical prodigy, and by far the heartthrob of the hospital. Young, brilliant, successful, attractive. It felt like he had everything going on.

Yet he had noticed her, and stopped her one day to pull her aside and insist she give him a chance to take her on a date. And the rest just sort of flowed from there.

She’d been the one to ask that they not tell their coworkers. The higher up places that needed to know knew, but those they interacted with she’d wanted to keep in the dark. She’d told him so things stayed professional. But the dark parts of her mind were worried if everyone knew, it would negatively impact him.

Especially with how Joy and her pack of jerks seemed to constantly be on her ass. The idea that could reflect badly on Stephen’s performance when he’d worked so damn hard and did all the right things to get there… she’d just rather they not know. Even if it meant enduring the inevitable flirting thrown his way.

But she also had hoped to hide that side of work from him. It was humiliating. And a part of her worried maybe the more he saw and heard it, the more he’d agree with them. That one day he’d see the same things they saw, and not waste his time with her anymore.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped back out of the supply closet, glancing around and sighing in relief to not see a certain nurse or neurosurgeon anywhere around.

-

Dropping her lunch box on the table in front of her, Y/N slips in her seat and glances up when she feels someone staring at her.

Stephen with his own lunch sits at the table across from her. Sending her a wink he indicates with his head toward the outside door.

Giving him a hesitant smile, she gets back to her feet to head toward him, stopping as a shrill voice interrupts her mid-step.

“I didn’t know you had your lunch now Doctor Strange!” Joy smiles and slides up to him, a hand on his arm.

“Oh, I was about to-” he tries to say before she grabs his bicep and pulls him back into his seat and sits beside him.

“I thought we could have lunch together,” she says sweetly, her fingers moving over the fabric on his arm. “Have you been working out more?”

Standing frozen in place with a bitter taste growing in the back of her throat, Y/N shifts from foot to foot unsure of where to go.

Glancing up from Stephen, Joy fixes her with a forced smile, “You weren’t going to sit here were you dear? Maybe you should go find someone closer to your pay range to sit with.”

“Alright, I’ve had enough,” Stephen huffs angrily, pulling his arm away from her.

“Pardon?”

“I’ve had enough of all the bullshit quite honestly,” he snaps and stands up.

“Stephen it’s alright…” Y/N tries to say but his sharp glare quiets her.

“I’m done with your elitist attitude like you think you’re some hotshot here and better than her because you have a higher position,” he states looking down at Joy who looks at him in shock.

“Excuse me? I think someone’s been lying to you. She,” she indicates at Y/N. “Is useless. I’m constantly going behind her to fix things. She never does anything right.”

“I’ve gone to check on patients immediately after she left and everything has been done properly.”

“A broken clock is right twice a day. But why are you even concerning yourself with the the daily tasks of a CNA Doctor?” She argues unhappily.

“Because I’m pissed off at the fact you think you have the right to harass my girlfriend on the grounds you think you’re better! It’s been going on far too damn long, and frankly it’s ridiculous.” He shouts, several other employees turning to look at the scene.

“I- girlfriend?” Joy asks looking between the two, eyes widening.

Stalking around the table, Stephen wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist and grabs his lunch from the table. Pressing a kiss to her temple he glares at Joy, “So cut the shit or you will be hearing from HR very soon, I’ve seen plenty with my own eyes to make a scathing report. And if you want to play the outranking game, we very much will.”

Joy goes pale at the threat, stammering out an apology before rushing from the cafeteria.

“What… what even just happened?” Y/N whispers as she glances around the room at all the eyes on them.

“Me defending my girlfriend,” he states simply and leads her toward the doors to the courtyard. “I’m sick of her shit, it’s not happening anymore.”

“I- I’m not even sure what to say,” she mutters but leans in closer to him as they walk.

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m doing my job,” he chuckles and places his lunch on one of the outdoor tables and takes a seat. “But seeing as the secret is out anyways…”

Stephen pats his lap and looks up at her hopefully.

Shaking her head with a grin, she laughs loudly and sets her own lunch down before taking a seat on his lap. His arm quickly slips around her waist and his chin rests on her shoulder.

“I’m going to want this from now on I hope you know,” he says as she feeds him a carrot stick.

“To be hand-fed?”

“To recharge,” he mumbles and buries his face against her neck for a moment. “Just holding you for a few minutes gives me more energy than you can imagine.”

“You know you just have to find me, I’m always willing to give you a hug babe.”

“And now that we don’t have to hide anything, I’m going to take advantage of that fact more. Stop by for a hug from you, glare at Joy to remind her she’s on thin fucking ice, then get back to work.”

Picking at her own lunch, she leans back into his chest, “Thank you Stephen.”

“Anything for you,” his free hand drifts up her arm and he presses a kiss to her cheek. “No one, and I mean no one, talks to you that way. You don’t deserve that, no one does. Your job is just as important and valid as anyone else in this building.”

“Perhaps not as important as yours,” she teases and steals a bite of his sandwich before holding it up to his mouth.

“Someone has to take care of the patients after I’m done with them, I might save their lives but if they’re not getting quality care afterwards they’re not going to make it,” he says seriously and takes a bite. “Don’t let some asshole convince you otherwise.”

Slightly turning in his grip, she looks up into his determined eyes that go soft as they glance down at her, “You somehow always know the right thing to say with this kind of thing.”

“A gift,” he chuckles and winks at her.

“You’ve also got food on your face,” she comments and swipes her thumb across his lip to wipe it away.

Before she can pull her hand away, he reaches up to grip her wrist and sucks it off her thumb. “Minimizing food waste,” he teases and leans in closer to her.

“Oh, is that what you’re calling it?”

“Mhm, and I think you might have some on you too. Just let me take care of that for you…” he whispers against her lips and captures them with his own.

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What about an imagine about best friends y/n and urban where they both have a crush on each other, they go out and she is a little curvy and in front of them there’s a skinnier girl walking in front of them. Y/n thinks he’s cheking the girl out but he says smth like that’s not my type, y/n and brings her closer and traces her hips whispering she’s his type

Cozy

You had confidence a lot of confidence is what people would tell for a thicker and curvier girl, growing up you always hated how things fitted on you or didn’t look as good on you as they did on the models.

You’ve been on serval diets all of them failing after a few weeks or months you just lost motivation or skipped the gym once and never went back. There was only one person in this world who always made you feel beautiful in your skin and that was your best friend Urban Wyatt.

Urban was always there to hype you up and to always make you feel beautiful he always captured your best sides when taking pictures of you and it’s something you loved and appreciated very much.

Today was the 3rd annual celebrity kickball tournament the homies held one every year to raise money for the children’s hospitals in Kentucky.

You knew half the girls there would be wearing practically nothing compared to you which made you frustrated and you knew Urban would most definitely be looking at them all. You’ve had the biggest crush on Urban you just loved how sweet and patient he was with his family and friends and how he always took time out of his day to spend hours on the phone with you even when he was busy on the road with Jack.

Maybe you were just a hopeless romantic who fell for anybody that gave you the slightest bit of affection but who cares Urban was your man, but you weren’t his girl at least not yet.

You were interrupted from your thoughts by who you assumed was Urban at the door.

“You ready to go ma? We got to meet everyone there in about twenty minutes.” That nickname how could something so common and basic make you feel so weak and send butterflies throughout your entire body you had no idea but this effect Urban knew nothing about had you in a chokehold.

You decided on black leggings and a cropped t-shirt that had team private garden written on the back and Urban wore red shorts with his white t-shirt that said team Harlow’s on the back.

Urban licked his lips looking you up and down you looked dammed good he loved how the leggings made your ass sit just right and how they hugged your curves perfectly Urban loved a woman with a bit more meat on her body, he’s wanted you to be his for the longest, but he didn’t want to ruin a perfect friendship.

“You good man? You’ve been looking at Y/N for the longest.” Jack questioned Urban who snapped out of his trance blushed when he saw the look of concern across your face.

“Oh yeah yeah I’m okay I promise must be the weed.” He mumbled making you both laugh you turned your attention back to the passing trees and people as the SUV continued its way to the kickball filed.

Once there you all trampled out of the SUV it was a hot day in Kentucky today and you knew it was definitely causing your thighs to rub you groaned just knowing the pain it’ll cause later.

“Y/N you’re up first to kick and then 2fo and so on.” Drama told you and you nodded before lining up in the field opposite of you was Urban who grinned tossing the red ball around in his hands.

“You sure you can kick this ball ma? Don’t want you hurting your feet or breaking a nail.” He teased making Jack and them laugh you stuck your tongue out at him and he blew you a kiss in return.

“Just toss the ball Urb so I can show you how it’s done.” Everyone ooo’d at your comeback, Urban brought his arm back before tossing the ball your way you concentrated on the ball as it got closer before running forward a bit and kicking it in the air.

“Damn she kicked the shit out of that ball.” 2fo watched in awe as the ball flew in the air Jack and them tried to run and catch it went too far and before they knew it you had already ran through all the bases before making it home and getting your team one point.

“Well, I’d be damn I guess she showed your ass Urban.” Neelam laughed while everyone cheered for you.

“I knew my girl could do it.” Urban smiled and went back to the game after a few rounds everyone decided to take a break.

“You want a water or something ma? Or some ice cream it’s on me.” Urban suggested and your eyes lit up to the sound of ice cream, but you knew you shouldn’t.

“No, it’s okay I’ll just stick with water thank you though.” Urban snorted and rolled his eyes he knew how badly you wanted to lose weight but today you weren’t about to watch what you were eating he wanted you to have fun and have as much ice cream as you wanted.

“Nah come on ma you’re getting ice cream.” Before you could even protest Urban grabbed your hand and was dragging you towards the ice cream truck.

“What flavor do you want ma?”

“Uhh just a vanilla with sprinkles please I don’t really like all those extra flavors.” He snorted and shook his head at you before ordering you some and him. The two of you found a little empty spot under a tree with a bench the two of you sat in silence before you were interrupted by someone.

“Urban?! I didn’t know you were coming here.” Looking up you saw a very very skinny blonde chick with big boobs that were obviously fake as well as her ass, but this was Urban’s type, he loved girls like this he’d never go for someone like you.

“Oh, what’s up Selena and yeah I love kickball and love just spending time with everyone.” Urban smiled and the two of them continued to talk while you sat there awkwardly you didn’t really know what to say so you just waited patiently till they finished.

“Did you get her number? Or are the two of you just going to fuck or something later.” You mumbled and fiddled around with the spoon Urban couldn’t help but to chuckle.

“Ma.. you’re so clueless sometimes you know she ain’t my type, you’re my type ma you’re my fucking type Y/N.” He placed his hand on your thigh and started tracing small circles as he got closer and closer to your core making your breath hitch.

“Yo- you like me.” Pointing to yourself Urban laughed and moved your hand down softly before wrapping it in his own.

“Yes, ma I like you and I hope you’re not mad with what I’m about to do.” Before you knew it Urban’s lips were smashing onto yours you were shocked at first but soon enough your lips started moving with his.

He groaned in the kiss and patted his lap he wanted you to sit there.

“I’m too heavy Urb it’ll hurt.” You moaned out he was now kissing on your neck he smacked his lips and picked you up making you yelp as he placed you on his lap.

“Stop saying dumb shit like that and lemme kiss you again.” You were a moaning mess as Urban kissed on your neck and connected his lips to yours again before the two of you had to pull apart for air.

“I love you ma I love you so much.” You smiled and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“I love you too Urban so much.”

[dilemmaontwolegs]

i have a request if youre feeling up to it!! i love your writing and really appreciate your hard work.

I was thinking buck x reader, i def need some hurt/comfort in my life tbh. maybe a caretaker!reader who has a child she’s (or gn if you want) in charge of that runs into avengers and they all develop a relationship together? maybe reader is struggling financially or mentally and avengers + specifically bucky is able to help them with their situation? im not sure if this is something youre up to but if you are I’d really appreciate it! thanks again 🤗

Reader and Bucky are just two cute awkward people being cute and awkward together 😊

When Worlds Collide || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, panic attack, blood/injury, fluff WC: 3.2k

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“Lily, time to go.”

You waited at the front door as you slipped your shoes on and checked you had everything in your bag for your shift at the hospital. You checked the clock hanging from your chest pocket and saw the seconds counting down the grey zone of cutting it close to just plain late.

“Lily, we are going to be late.”

The hurried stomps of your half sister's feet bounded down the stairs and you looked at the six year old with narrow eyes. “Brushed your teeth?”

She nodded and you curled your finger to call her closer. “Say ahh.”

She exhaled and you screwed your face up at her morning breath before she laughed and ran back up the stairs to brush her teeth.

“Scrub them for two minutes, little gremlin!” You reminded her as you watched your clock and listened to the water in the sink to shut off.

This time she bounded down the stairs and swiped her backpack from your hands as she stepped out the door. She stopped as she reached the gate to see you locking the door and she had the cheek to tut at you with her hand on her hip. “Come in, y/n, you’re gonna make me late.”

You chased her out the gate and kicked away the stone that held it open before dodging the other people making their way to the busy bus stop at 7.30am on a Monday morning. You could see the bus already at the stop just past Lily’s school gates but you were still too far away and you knew you wouldn’t make it in time. The engine roared and smoke chugged from the exhaust as it blew past you and you dropped your head back as you cursed whoever had given you all the bad luck in the world.

You huffed with gritted teeth and looked back down from the sky and stepped right into the back of a man. You groaned as you dropped your bag and quickly knelt down to grab it as he did too, knocking your heads together before you fell back on your ass. “Fudgery duck!”

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, sorry.” He rushed as he grimaced at your sorry sight, your hand rubbing your forehead furiously as Lily laughed from the sidelines. “Did you say something?”

“She said fudgery duck, she says it when she really wants to say fuck but I’m around.”

“Thanks, Lily. Aren’t you late for school?” You groaned as you pulled yourself off the cold concrete, the man offering his gloved hand. “I think I’m okay, thank you, one concussion a day is my limit.”

Lily was waving back at you as she skipped inside the school gates and you took your time righting your scrubs and wiping the small stones from your butt. You plastered a smile on your face as you waved but the second she was out of sight it fell as you thought of how expensive a taxi to work would be. Things had been tight before you had a child in your care but now you were hanging on by a thread, every cent you made went on the bills and Lily.

“Are you alright?” The man asked as he thought you were about to cry. “Should I call an ambulance?”

“No!” You rushed, the mere thought of it almost bankrupting you. “I mean, no thanks, I’m fine. Sorry, I should have been watching where I was walking.”

He shrugged off your apology and the movement pulled his sleeve up past the end of his gloves, a glint of metal peeking out.

“You’re the Avenger, Bucky, right?” You asked as you began to remember why he looked familiar. “May I?”

He looked dubious but he held his hand out and you couldn’t resist getting a closer look. The metal wasn’t cold as you had expected but it wasn’t warm to touch either and you brushed his jacket sleeve up higher so you could see how the plates moved when you bent his fingers.

“Wow, this is amazing.” You shook your head in wonderment before thinking you had probably made him uncomfortable as he stared at you. “Sorry…”

He seemed to realise he was staring and looked away with his own apology. “Most people seem pretty freaked out by it, except this kid from Queens.”

“I see a lot of vets with limbs amputated at the VHA where I work, I wish we had this sort of technology.” You sighed and dropped his hand. “And I am late. It was nice meeting you.”

The crowds were thinning as the school bell rang and more buses arrived but none of them would be heading where you needed to go.

“Do you need a ride?” Bucky offered as he watched that forlorn look pass over your face again. “It's the least I can do for headbutting you.”

You normally wouldn’t accept a ride from a stranger but he was an avenger, that meant he had to be good surely, and you had been late so often you were on your last warning. With a small grateful nod he pointed to a parking lot across the street and you walked quietly alongside him.

“Thank you for doing this, you probably have way more important things to do than be my taxi.”

“Not really.” He shrugged. “This is much better than going to see my therapist. I mean…that sounds bad…I’m not crazy, just so you know, it’s just something we have to do for work.”

“Relax, I’m not judging.” You chuckled as he fidgeted with his car keys. “I’m sure saving the world is pretty traumatic, I think I would be more worried if you didn’t need therapy.”

He was transported back to his younger days when he saw the men return from World War I and wondered how different their lives would have been had they had therapy back in those days, they didn’t even have it for the soldiers who survived World War II.

“You’re probably right.” He muttered as he unlocked his car. “Where to?”

“James J. Peters.” You said as you took a seat in the extremely clean car. “Just head straight up Grand Concourse.”

“You were going to take the bus all the way across New York?” He frowned.

You shrugged as you turned your attention out the window and mumbled under your breath. “Beggars can’t be choosers.”

One word. Five letters. That was all it took to send your heart racing into despair and you could feel the panic rising as you pushed the doors open and ran back into the parking lot you had just left. Your beg slipped from your arm as you sat heavily on the curb wondering what you had done so wrong in a past life to repeatedly have shit dumped on you.

Fired. Fired. Fired.

You heard a car door close in the parking lot but you didn’t even have the strength to find somewhere private to cry as you didn’t know how you were going to put food on the table next week. You had taken Lily in because there was no one else, if you couldn’t feed her she would have to go into the foster system and that thought sent a loud sob escaping your chest. She was family and she got on your nerves most days but she was your little gremlin and you didn’t want to lose her.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

You heard Bucky’s soft voice and let pull you up off the curb as you leant into his side and cried. “I don’t know what to do.”

“We will start with not sitting on the sidewalk for a third time.” He tried to make you smile as he opened the car door and put you on the passenger seat. “What happened?”

“I was late again.” You sighed as you hiccupped. “They f-fired me.”

He reached across you as he opened the centre console then the glove compartment. “There’s gotta be tissues somewhere…”

“Shouldn’t you know? Isn’t this your car?”

“It’s one of the communal ones from work.” He answered as he looked in the back and found a napkin someone had missed when it was cleaned. “I think this hasn’t been used.”

You snorted a laugh that turned to a cry as you accepted the white napkin that looked clean and blew your nose. “I can’t take it anymore. One fucking thing after another. I just can’t.”

Your rambling turned to panic as your mind returned to Lily and you could practically see the CPS agents knocking on your door to take her away. Your vision narrowed as you imagined them having to carry her out because your little gremlin had fight in her and if she didn’t want to go she would do everything she could to stay.

“Y/n, look at me.” Bucky called out and snapped his fingers in front of your face.

Your head turned but it felt like you were sitting at the back of a subway and watching the front of the train bend around the corner, it was a complete disconnection from what was in front of you.

“How old is Lily?”

You frowned as you watched his lips move, the sound reaching your ears moments later. “Six.”

“When’s her birthday?”

“May 29th.” You answered quicker this time as your brain caught up. “Why are you so nosy?”

His lips twitched as he sighed with relief. “You were having a panic attack. Guess therapy taught me something after all.”

You were surprised you had gone so long without a panic attack already, you knew it had been bound to happen and you were thankful that Bucky was able to spot it. You could feel he was surprised when you hugged him but after a moment he put his arm loosely around you too.

“Do you want me to give you a ride home or I was going to run some errands…we could keep each other company?” He offered as you let him free of the hug.

The thought of sitting alone at home with your thoughts sounded like a recipe for disaster but since you no longer had income you didn’t want to have to pay for a babysitter if you didn’t have to. “Lily finishes at 3, do you think we will be back by then?”

He looked at his watch and nodded before walking around the car and heading back to the east side of the city. Over the next four hours Bucky worked hard to keep you distracted and even bought you lunch, despite your best attempts to pay for your own food. Unfortunately it was time to face reality as he made the journey back to your neighbourhood and you sighed heavily at the weight that burdened your shoulders.

“Look, a smart woman like you is going to snap up a job no problem.” Bucky tried to reassure you as he came to a stop outside your house. “There must be plenty of places that need a nurse.”

“Yeah but they all have night shifts. I can’t leave Lily alone and I sure as hell can’t afford a night sitter.” You could feel yourself getting worked up about it all over again until Bucky’s gloved hand came to rest on yours with a squeeze.

“We’ll figure something out, alright.”

You didn’t want to sound ungrateful so you kept your mouth shut and just nodded, but you had no idea how he could help you, he barely knew you. “Do you want to come in for a coffee?”

He looked at the time and saw there was still half an hour before you had to pick up Lily so he turned the engine off and you unlocked the gate. He frowned as he passed the car sitting on cinder blocks in your driveway, the wheels missing.

“They couldn’t have just stolen the whole car.” You commented as you found your house key. “At least then the insurance would’ve paid out.”

You were already in the kitchen by the time Bucky entered the house and you called out to him so he knew where to find you.

“I just wanted to apologise for taking up your whole day.” You said as you leant against the countertop. “I’ve probably put you off helping someone ever again.”

His smile was genuine as he shook his head. “It’s about the most normal day I have had in years.”

“You and I have very different ideas on what a normal day is.” You laughed. “Bingeing terrible tv, blasting music and cleaning the house, that's normal.”

His nose wrinkled your idea of a normal day and you grabbed the remote for the stereo, hitting play on the last CD that was still in it. It was one your mom’s from the 80’s and you laughed at the unimpressed face Bucky had for the techno tune.

“Note to self - he doesn’t like the 80’s.” You teased as you hit stop and poured the coffee that was ready. “I’ll sell you on them, just give me some time.”

You were just walking home after taking Lily to school when you noticed a large truck pulling in front of your drive. You were about to tell them to move when the door opened and Bucky jumped out of the driver's seat.

“Uh, what’s going on?” You frowned as he waved you over and opened the back door. “What are you doing?”

“About the only thing he is good at.” A man said behind you and you spun around to see Captain America smirking. “Heavy lifting.”

“Sam, this is y/n, y/n this is Sam.” Bucky introduced as he pulled a pallet of tyres and rims out of the back of the truck.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Sam grinned as he held out his hand. “He hasn’t shut up since he came home last night.”

Your ears burned at his words but you couldn’t dwell on it too long before a quiet woman joined you, her eyes darting around everyone like they were assessing you before she smiled.

“You must be y/n, I’m Wanda.”

Her hand was warm as you shook hers and it reminded you of holding your mom’s hand as you crossed the street as a child. Shaking the odd feeling off, you looked down at your yoga pants and baggy shirt, thankful you had even changed out of your pyjamas before leaving the house. “I, um, wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“Don’t worry about it, why don’t we go inside and relax while the boys get your car fixed,” she suggested and you found your feet leading the way, “have a little girl talk.”

“Is that your power? Making me feel comfortable?” You asked as you sat beside her on the couch.

“Gosh, no.” She laughed and held her hand up so you could see it glow with a red mist. “This happens when I use my power.”

“It’s pretty.”

“It’s also deadly.” She sighed and dropped her hand.

Your eyes drifted out to the window where Bucky was lifting your car off the blocks and Sam was putting the wheels on, your voice a wistful whisper. “The two often go hand in hand.”

“So, you and Bucky?”

You put your herbal tea down on the coffee table with a scoff. “Not very smooth, Wanda. I only met him yesterday and we literally butted heads.”

“Well you must have knocked some sense into him, I don’t think I’ve seen him smile so much.”

A proud smile graced your lips at the thought of him smiling, he had been so kind to you yesterday in a way no one else had. Suddenly a cry of pain rang out and you leapt from the couch to run outside and saw Sam clutching his hand, blood running down his forearm.

“Bucky, can you go to the kitchen and get the first aid kit from under the sink?” You asked and he took off, jumping clear over the steps instead of climbing them while you helped keep pressure on the gash across his arm and led him inside.

“Damn tyre iron slipped.” He groaned as he sucked the air through his teeth.

“Please don’t sue me.” You half joked, but he had been injured on your property.

“Ha!” He laughed, making you relax. “Maybe I should sue Cyborg for being a pain in my ass.”

“Who's holding the first aid kit huh, punk?” Bucky asked as he stood in the doorway, holding it just out of reach.

“Are they always like this?” You asked Wanda as they bickered like siblings.

“Always.” She laughed before looking at Bucky. “He’s going to bleed on her couch if you don’t hand it over.”

He quickly crossed the room and placed the bag on the coffee table where you opened it and pulled on a pair of gloves first. You pulled Sam’s hand away and saw it was still bleeding but replaced his hand with a quikclot bandage.

“You’re going to need a few stitches.” You grimaced. “How’s your pain tolerance?”

“Does Bucky sized count?” He shot back with a wry smile.

“I can stitch it here or there’s an emergency room a few blocks away.” You said before the two men could start another argument.

“Here’s fine. I’ll be fine.” He said as he gritted his teeth.

“All done.” You promised as you tied off the last stitch and covered the wound up.

“Took it like a champ.” Bucky chuckled.

Sam cleared his throat and wiped his eyes with the collar of his shirt. “I just got some dust in my eye man.”

You tidied up the mess of bloody gauze and other supplies you had used before packing away the first aid kit. “I think that’s enough surprises for one day.”

“I actually have one more.” Bucky said as he tipped his head towards the kitchen and you followed him through. “I had a talk with Mrs Stark and there’s a nurse's position available in the medic bay, she’ll want to see your qualifications but if you send her the details, the job is yours.”

“What?” You asked dumbly as your mouth fell open. “You did this?”

He suddenly looked unsure of himself and scratched at his neck. “No, I mean, yes. Should I not have?”

You were absolutely stunned by everything he had done for you. You threw your arms around his waist and felt tears of joy fill your eyes and thanked him over and over.

“I know it's a bit far to travel by bus so I thought it would be easier if we got your car running for you.”

“Wait, you didn’t hurt Sam as an audition of some sort?” You pulled back to look at his aghast face.

“I mean I sometimes imagine it but…”

“I heard that.” Sam laughed.

“Ok, good. Not that you imagine it obviously, you should probably mention that to your therapist.” You joked before sobering. “Thank you, Bucky, you have no idea what this means to me.”

“You can tell me about over lunch, at work, on Monday.”

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Rocks, Shoulders, and Ears

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3501

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Major Angst in this one, guys, Loads of Feels (sorry not sorry), John Walker being a douche (I really don’t like the guy)

A/N: I’m SO SORRY! I promise I was planning on it being shorter, but I went a little overkill with the angst! There’s just so many feelings and not enough space in my heart and soul, so I had to pour them out here! You get to see more of Reader and Sam’s relationship in this one and there’s major Bucky Feels towards the end (in my defense, this is based on the Couples Therapy half of the episode).

I’m really hoping we get to see Bucky go to Louisiana next episode! I’m holding out for it! I have a few ideas that include Sarah, but I need the episode! Ugh! Now we have to wait a whole ‘nother week! I really shouldn’t write three chapters on one episode in one day. I just couldn’t help myself!

Anyways! Please enjoy this part and thank you so much for all your support! Seriously, it’s meant so much to me, especially after the week I’ve had! If you haven’t checked out the previous parts, my FATWS Series Masterlist is HERE, so please go read those first. Like always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Enjoy, babes!

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in Bucky’s arms after walking a few miles. And a hospital in DC wasn’t exactly what you preferred waking up to, but it’s what happened. Turned out, not only was your shoulder dislocated and your thigh was strained, but you had a mild concussion. Your arm was in a sling and your palm, which you had completely forgotten about after you wrapped it while on Bucky’s back, was wrapped properly. Luckily, your thigh wasn’t too bad, but they wanted to put you on crutches, which you refused immediately.

You had to get out of that building. You had no idea where the guys went, which was weird because you were sure they’d never leave you alone. Especially in a hospital.

You quickly snuck your way through the halls after grabbing your bag which - thank God - was left on the seat besides your bed and changing into an extra pair of clothes. 

You tried calling Bucky’s phone, the one he had specifically for you, which he always always answered. He even made an excuse to go to the bathroom once when you accidentally called in the middle of a therapy session. Nothing. You called the number four times before trying Sam’s phone.

It clicked on the first try.

“Hey. Listen, sorry for leaving-”

“Where the hell are you?”

You heard him sigh. “I was just about to explain, so hang on a second there. You weren’t waking up, probably because that concussion you forgot to mention to us-”

“In my defense, I didn’t know.”

“Sure you didn’t.” You rolled your eyes, throwing your free hand up, exasperated. “Anyways, Bucky wanted me to meet someone, we’ll talk about that when you inevitably get here, put we had a bit of trouble and Bucky was arrested-”

“What?!”

“Chill your pants, Y/L/N. Just listen. We’re in Baltimore. I’ll text you the address. Get here soon and I’ll explain the whole thing. We’ve been here for a couple hours, but there’s people on their way and we’re getting everything situated right now.”

“Okay. Fine. But you’re in trouble.”

“Don’t I know it, babe. Now hurry your cute little ass here. We’ve got stuff to talk about.”

*****************

The ride from DC to Baltimore is usually an hour or so, but you’ve got resources, especially in the nation’s capital, and riding the bike you got, being able to go way over the speed limit? You got there in half the time. Being an Avenger really does have its perks.

The moment you got there, you hopped off the bike, not even bothering to turn it off, and stormed into the precinct. You headed straight over to the desk, but a pair of hands caught you by your uninjured arm before you could make a scene.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sam spoke softly, squeezing your bicep gently. “He’s okay, alright?”

“Why is he-”

“He missed his court-mandated therapy session.” Sam informed you, pulling you over to where he had been sitting previously. “There was a warrant out for his arrest. They had to bring him in, but it’s fine. His therapist’s been contacted. She should be here any minute to get him out.”

Your head fell back at his words. His therapy. How could you forget? You let Bucky complain to you about it and played along sometimes, but you really did think it was good for him and you tried supporting him. Yet you made him miss it and now he’s in trouble.

“Hey. Y/N. Look at me.” You found Sam’s worried eyes, his hand coming up to hold the side of your neck. “He’s okay. He’ll be out in just a bit. It’s fine.”

“It’s my fault, Sam.”

“No. It’s not. He’s a grown ass man who made the decision to skip.”

You shook your head, holding his wrist for something to anchor you down. “No, Sammy. I brought him along. I should’ve been more responsible-”

“I know we’ve joked around about you being in charge and stuff, but…you know it’s not all on your shoulders, right?” Sam tilted his head slightly, eyebrow pinched in confusion making his eyes narrow. 

You turned your head, not wanting to look at him. You didn’t need another set of deep eyes to fall into. “Sammy…I promised him I’d look after you.”

“I know. And that’s fine. But looking after us - looking after him - doesn’t mean you have to be there to hold his hand and take the fall for him. He’s not a child. Hell, he’s a hundred years old. Tell me you understand that.”

Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and shook your head again. “I-I can’t-”

“Is that why you’re obsessed with finding Wanda?”

You frowned at his question, eyes snapping to his. “I’m worried about her, Sam.”

“I am too, but she can handle herself. And if she doesn’t want to be found, you have to let her be. I know the Avengers were your only family. I know how much Steve meant to you-”

“No.” You pulled away rather harshly, digging your nails into your palms, trying not to cry, ignoring the wound you were irritating. “No, you don’t. How could you understand my feelings for Steve when I don’t understand them myself?”

Sam always had this ability to make anyone feel important, just by looking them in the eye. It was something you always admired about him; the way his smile could light up a room, those warm eyes making everyone’s fears go away. They reminded you of hot chocolate. Something that could soothe your worries, comfort you, warm your very soul from the ice tragedy and heartache tend to big on.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry in front of people, but with the way he was looking at you, it was hard to keep the tears from slipping.

“You loved him, Y/N. Why is it so hard for you to see that?”

“I didn’t - I wasn’t in love with him, Sam.” You argued, wiping your cheeks aggressively and turning, crossing your arms defensively.

“What do you call it then?”

It was a rhetorical question, Sam copying your movements and sitting straight to watch for Bucky coming out. A rhetorical question that you didn’t know the answer to. Because you weren’t in love with Steve. No. Maybe you had been, but somewhere along the way he passed your heart to Bucky. So why did it hurt so bad?

You refused to dwell on it anymore, clearing your throat and dabbing at your eyes one more time before changing the topic. “Why are we in Baltimore?”

“Bucky wanted me to meet someone. Isaiah. You know him?” Sam turned back to you, his warm eyes shifting into something else. Suspicion? A bit of anger? Annoyance? You couldn’t tell.

“Isaiah? I don’t think I know any Isaiahs. And definitely not here. Why? Who is he?”

Sam shook his head, eyes darting around the lobby. “We’ll talk about it later.”

You nodded, although now your curiosity had peaked and you wondered who this guy was that made Sam so agitated. While you waited, you felt your eyes drooping and you let your head fall onto Sam’s shoulder, who chuckled.

“You’re still tired? You know you slept for, like, twelve hours, right?”

“I haven’t been sleeping much.”

Sam turned his head to kiss yours. “Y/N, I know you want to care for everyone, but you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

“I know.”

“Okay.” And with that, the subject dropped, Sam pulling out his phone while you rested your eyes.

It was another ten minutes or so before Sam’s name was called and the both of you stood up to greet the speaker. A woman, Dr. Raynor. Bucky’s infamous therapist.

And speaking of infamous. The moment you heard his voice, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it was just your brain malfunctioning. And then he was walking towards you, calling Bucky ‘Bucky’ like they were old pals and he was saving him from something terrible.

Your face scrunched up as Walker talked about stopping Bucky’s regular therapy sessions. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have him tied up-”

“Don’t call him an asset.” You snapped. “He’s a human being with needs, and therapy-”

“He’s a super soldier with skills that we need.” Walker cut in, making you scowl as he turned back to Raynor.

You scoffed in disbelief at his words, turning on your heel and walking away before he did, heading straight for Bucky, who lifted his right arm, wrapping it around your shoulders once you were close enough.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, closing your eyes and trying to relax in his hold, breathing him in.

“Are you? Should you be walking? What did-”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“Promise.” You sighed out with a nod, squeezing him once more before pulling back as Raynor stepped forwards, ordering Bucky and Sam to do a session with her. You almost laughed when Sam tried refusing, a little chuckle actually leaving your lips when Bucky slumped, dragging his feet like a kid going to the principal’s office.

You followed, Bucky holding the door open for you. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Of course, doll.” He gave a small smile, before walking in after you, Sam letting out a, “hey!” when Bucky shut the door on him, making you roll your eyes. You let the corners of your mouth tick up slightly in amusement. Yes, they annoyed the hell out of you, but you had to admit it was pretty funny sometimes.

“I believe I asked for James and Sam, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“It’s Agent, actually, and I think I’m gonna sit in.”

Raynor narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think-”

“That wasn’t a request.” You threw her words to Sam back at her, making Sam smirk. You shot him a wink as she relented with a sigh. 

“Fine. Just as a spectator. Don't interrupt.”

You raise your hands in surrender, slipping around the table to stand in the corner as your fellas sank down into the seats across the table from her.

A small puff of laughter came from you at the lack of response when she asked one of them to start. She shot you a warning look over her shoulder, but you shrugged. You couldn’t help it; it was like all those times back in grade school when a teacher asked for a volunteer to read in a classroom full of rowdy kids and crickets followed.

Once she mentioned the next exercise was used for couples, you had to laugh, making both men shoot you begging pouts.

“Y/N.” Raynor glared at you, so you controlled yourself, gesturing for her to continue.

Her miracle question did work so well, neither of them cooperating well.

She didn’t even bother with you when you started cackling after she mentioned the “soul-gazing exercise” and Bucky thanked her, Sam commenting that he would like this one. You gave a teasing wolf-whistle when they got close, one of Bucky’s thighs between Sam’s and vice versa.

“Doll.” Bucky whined at you.

“Listen here, smartass-”

Raynor cleared her throat, cutting Sam off from finishing his statement towards you. You leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms with a smirk. After all the bickering and side taking they’ve put her through, letting you enjoy this was the least they could do, and they knew it.

Of course, this exercise didn’t work out either. A staring contest. Children. She was best friends with literal children.

But then something happened. Something you never thought would happen. Raynor asked Bucky why Sam aggravated him, and Bucky looked over to you, his eye growing sad in a way they only did when Steve was involved.

“Steve believed in you.” Bucky told him earnestly. “He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield? That is…that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing.  So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, he was wrong about me.”

You heard his voice crack a little at the end as he slumped down in his seat, you jaw dropping slightly. You listened to the rest of the conversation, catching the way Sam grew irritated again, something that you didn’t previously think was possible, but was happening more and more now.

Why wasn’t Sam talking to you? Why was he holding all this in suddenly? And why…Bucky…he didn’t tell you that. Why didn’t he say anything? How could he ever feel…

But you knew how he could feel like that. Yes, Steve believed in him so much that he tore the Avengers apart for him…but he was the only one willing to do that for him. Yeah, you and Sam and Wanda and Clint, you all joined their side but, being honest, it wasn’t because you believed in Bucky. It was because you believed in Steve. Of course, it was different now. You believed in Bucky with your entire being, and you believed in Sam with your heart and soul, but…did either of them know that? Did they believe you when you told them? Or did you not tell them enough? This whole time you thought you were doing right by Steve - trying you damn hardest to watch out for them. But it obviously wasn’t enough. And that was on you, no matter what Sam said.

You read people. That’s what you’ve always done, that’s what you’d always do. It was the reason you earned your spot on the team. You read people and situations and could figure your way into their heads in a second. Years and years of undercover work taught you how to do that and how to protect yourself while doing so.

So why? How? How did you miss something this big? How did you miss the way Sam was holding onto something? Why did you ignore the vexation in his tone for the last couple weeks? How did you miss that Bucky was hurting that deeply? Why didn’t you do anything more for him?

You left the room before either of the boys, but you heard Sam standing up as you walked out the door.

You should’ve known you weren’t the only one holding things in. Of course they were. The difference is, you were supposed to be their rock, the thing they could hold onto to ground themselves, the shoulder for them to cry on, and the ear lent to them whenever they needed someone to listen. That was your job. It wasn’t their job. Not for you. Your rock - your shoulder, your ear - he left you. And you thought, after all he did for you, if you just returned the favor for his best friends, you’d…you dunno. You’d be closer to him, maybe.

But you couldn’t. Because you weren’t Steve Rogers. And you knew that from the start, but you had to try. You tried. And it wasn’t working. He made it seem so easy when he did it for you. Clearly you didn’t give him enough credit for dealing with all your shit on top of his own.

“Doll.” You didn’t stop walking, needing to get outside for some fresh air. “Doll, hold on. Wait a minute.”

He grabbed your arm as you made it outside, spinning you to face him. “You didn’t tell me.” You spoke quietly, your voice fragile as you stared at him, confusion and hurt in your eyes. Were you really that bad at doing your job? Did you really already fail him? He asked you to do one thing…

“I didn’t…I didn’t want you to deal with my problems.” You opened your mouth, but he shook his head, holding your face between his hands. “I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know something’s going on with you. You’re good at hiding your nightmares at night, but I’m better. You’re jumpier than usual. Quieter. Every time Wanda’s brought up, you turn away. And the other day? On the truck? You froze. I was watching, doll. It was just a second, but you froze. You never freeze.”

“It’s not your job to worry about me, Buck-”

He frowned, tilting his head. “Not my job? Aren’t we friends? Isn’t that what friends do? Or am I just a job to you? I know you promised him to look after me. Is that all I am to you? A responsibility?”

You shook your head vigorously, holding onto his wrists. “No. No, Bucky, I just-”

“Do you think he was wrong about me?”

Salty diamonds ran down your cheeks as you clenched your eyes shut and shook your head. “No.”

“Did you ever believe in me? Did you ever care or was it all just because Steve? Is Steve the only reason you tolerate me?”

“Don’t say that. God, please don’t say that.” You begged quietly, meeting his gaze again. Every beautiful detail was laced with devastation, eyes imploring her to make him feel better. “Of course I believe in you. I have since Wakanda, you know that. Yes, okay, maybe Steve is why I helped you at first, but-but…I care about you, James. So much so that it hurts sometimes. He wasn’t wrong about you. Or Sammy. You both mean so much to me. Okay?”

You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly, nodding slightly. You both simultaneously moved to get closer, him pulling you while you stepped into his chest, arms around his waist. His arms were tight around your shoulder, holding you just as firm as the kiss he planted on your forehead.

Sam came out, planting himself besides you as you pulled away, Bucky wiping your eyes. “I feel better.” He huffed out sarcastically, making you smack him in the arm. “Ow! Yeesh. Women these days.”

The sudden siren of one of the parked police cars made the three of you look over, spotting Walker and Hoskins. You groaned. “Did he see that?”

“Hey,” Bucky caught your jaw between his fingers, shaking his head. “Who cares? It’s between us and us only. Right?” You nodded, making him kiss your forehead again, a whisper of “attagirl” against your skin. You hadn’t heard that from him in a while.

“Gentlemen!” Walker waved them over, nodding at you. “And lady.” The three of you reluctantly walked over, Bucky going to lean on the police car Walker and Hoskins were near and you hopped up to sit on the hood of the police car across from them, Sam besides you.

You got information from Walker, who was once again trying to get you to work with him, but Sam summed it up nicely, explaining that the three of you didn’t have to follow the rules he did. You started to leave, Bucky tucking you under his arms once you slid off the car, when Walker stopped you once more.

“A word of advice, then. Stay the hell out of my way.”

You grumbled under your breath as the faker and his lapdog walked off. “I’m gonna kill him.” You vowed as the three of you started in the other direction. “I swear to God, I’m gonna rip that shield off his back and use it to beat him in that stupid face of his-”

“Down, girl.” Sam jested, flicking your ear. “We need a game plan. What’re we thinking?”

Your eyes narrowed as Bucky piped up, talking about the Isaiah character - who you still didn’t know - before HYDRA entered the equation.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, tugging his arm to make him stop once he mentioned Siberia. “Do you remember Siberia? Because if you’re actually suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, we remember Siberia very differently.”

“He’s our best bet-”

“So you’re just going to go sit in a room with this guy?”

Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Ye-yes…”

A beat of silence passed before Sam gave his stamp of approval, but you still disagreed. “There’s no way this’ll end well and I refuse to let you-”

You found your face between Bucky’s hands again. You really wished he’d stop doing that and just ask for your attention. You didn’t mean that, of course. You’d be held by him every second of every day if you could. “Don’t you trust me, doll?”

You licked your lips, looking around the darkened street. This was not a good idea. A bad plan - a terrible plan, really - but, unfortunately, it was the only one you had. “Dammit. I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.” You finally sighed, running a hand through your hair after Bucky let go of you, his eyebrow quirking.

“Is that a yes?”

Sam nodded. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

You tugged Bucky’s hand when he nodded back and went to walk after Sam, who started walking around the corner, making him stop. “And yes. I do trust you. With everything I have, Buckaroo.”

[scarlettriot]

Along for the Ride PT 1

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues

A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.

Word Count: 4,974

"What's up with Y/N?"

Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.

You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.

"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."

The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.

Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.

He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"

Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."

Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"

You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"

He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.

You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.

The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.

"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."

He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"

"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"

You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."

He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"

"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."

"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."

"And if he can't?"

"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"

You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."

"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"

"Eiji, you refused to eat."

"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"

You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."

"I just do what I can."

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You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.

It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.

Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!

"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.

"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.

"I do. At night."

"Honey, it's 9 PM."

"Night like bedtime."

Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."

"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"

Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.

"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."

"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"

You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.

"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"

Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.

"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."

Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.

Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.

You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.

You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.

You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.

Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.

You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.

Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!

You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.

You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.

"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."

"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."

Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."

"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."

"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.

"What! Not true!"

"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."

"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"

You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.

"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"

Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.

"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.

You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.

Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."

"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"

Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."

"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"

"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"

"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"

She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.

You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"

"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.

"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."

>>><<<

It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.

That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.

You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!

Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.

You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.

It took him a second to respond.

Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.

You: We all did.

Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"

"We've flown to the states before."

"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"

You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.

She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"

The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.

He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.

In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.

The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!

Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.

It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.

Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.

How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.

You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.

It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.

You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.

"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.

If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.

>>><<<

It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.

"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.

"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."

Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"

"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"

"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."

He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."

You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."

"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."

Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"

"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."

"Gold, burgundy, and black."

"Thought your mom said no black for you?"

"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"

You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.

He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.

A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."

"Don't forget your passport or hero license."

"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."

You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"

Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"

"There isn't a site."

"You said you were checking flights."

"And I was... on my family's jet."

"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"

"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."

Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.

"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."

"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."

"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."

"What's that?"

"Wanna leave tonight?"

You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"

"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"

"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."

"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."

"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"

He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"

"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."

There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.

"Better put your shoes on."

The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."

>>><<<

Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.

"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."

"Just open the bag and don't complain."

You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.

"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.

"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."

You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.

Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."

More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.

"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.

"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."

You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.

His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"

You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.

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ABO HC How (A) Todoroki, (A) Bakugo, and (A) Hawks would react to finding the (O) Reader held hostage:

Word count: 3199

Warnings: Cursing, violence, mentions of blood, and assault.   

Title: ABO HC How (A) Todoroki, (A) Bakugo, and (A) Hawks would react to finding the (O) Reader held hostage:

Summary: Your Alpha walks in on you being tied to a chair and he is not happy. 

Prologue: 

You had been a well-kept secret from the public. No one knew that your famous Pro Hero Alpha was courting an Omega or even in a long-standing relationship. Your Alpha was too paranoid about your safety to let any of the news outlets find out about your existence.  

You supposed it would have been beneficial for the public to know now that you were in this situation. Surely if the villains knew they would come across an Omega, resting in their nest, they wouldn't have tried to rob the Pro Hero’s house. 

You put up quite the fight once you smelled unfamiliar Alphas near your nest. One hard knock to your head had you subdued. You didn’t dwell over your quick loss considering one Alpha was nursing his swollen balls. 

You got in one good kick before the painful hit fell on your head. 

Now here you sat, tied to a chair, while the robbers argued with each other and what they should do now.

Shoto: 

🧊🔥-“I told you we should have checked the place out before we robbed it! I would have never tried to rob the place if I had known a freaking Omega was here!” The brunette Alpha growled, glaring at his blond friend. 

🧊🔥-“What’s the big deal? So what if the little icy-hot freak has a girlfriend? We will be out of here before he even comes home.” The blond scoffs, shoving expensive silverware and china into his black bag. 

🧊🔥-“You should know how Alpha’s get around their Omegas! He is gonna hunt us down! I don’t want a Pro Hero on my ass.” The brunette seethed, glaring at the goose egg on your head. “Especially since you decided to hit the poor thing! We will be lucky if he doesn’t skin us alive!”

🧊🔥-“The bitch hit me in the balls! Of course, I thumped her one on the head, serves the Omega slut right!” The blonde huffed, sick of hearing his partner complain instead of ransacking the place. 

🧊🔥-“Mmh.” You mumbled, your eyes blinking open to a fuzzy view. 

🧊🔥-“Fucking shit! They’re waking up! I’m not dealing with a weepy Omega.” The brunette cursed, going into Shoto’s office to avoid the whole situation altogether. 

🧊🔥-“Well, if it isn’t Miss nut-cracker.” The blond chuckled darkly, walking over to your tied up frame.

🧊🔥-You didn’t back down and just glared at the dumb fool. 

🧊🔥-“Aren’t too smart, are you? What type of shitty criminal robs a Pro Hero? Dumb ones, that’s what.” You spit, narrowing your blurry eyes at him. 

🧊🔥-No doubt you would need to go to the doctor after this whole ordeal. Not like you would have a choice. You were sure even if they didn’t lay a hand on you that Shoto would have insisted on one. 

🧊🔥-“You dumb little bitch!” The blond lifted his ring covered hand to hit you again. You tried not to flinch as it came down to strike you. 

🧊🔥-The brunette stood in the office doorway, his bag filled with expensive clocks and other expensive desk items. 

🧊🔥-“I got everything in the office. Did you...” The brunette didn’t get to finish his sentence. 

🧊🔥-The front door was busted open. Shoto had smelled two Alphas on the other side of the door and he was not pleased. He was even less pleased when the door slammed open to reveal his battered Omega tied to a chair. 

🧊🔥-His mismatched eyes turned dark. The temperature in the room both dropped and elevated at the same time. His tired body was instantly filled with murderous intent. 

🧊🔥-A loud growl shook the room. 

🧊🔥-How DARE they lay a hand on their Omega! His vision tinted red and his fangs dropped. 

🧊🔥-“This will only take a minute, Y/N. I’ll take out this trash.” He calmly said, his tone was so cold you felt yourself shiver even knowing his silent rage wasn’t directed at you.

🧊🔥-“Yes, Alpha.” You responded, making sure voice quivered a little. You may have been glaring right back at the intruders before he came but you wanted them to suffer so you played the scared Omega role. 

🧊🔥-They lost your sympathy as soon as they pulled you from your nest. 

🧊🔥-The robbers, who were frozen in fear by the intimidating Alpha’s entrance, shuffled into action. 

🧊🔥-The brunette was quick to give his partner up. “He hit her, not me!” He said, before running down the hall, looking for a way to escape. 

🧊🔥-“You fucking asshole!” The blonde shouted, trying to run out of the room as well. 

🧊🔥-He didn’t get far, ice trapped his feet and his lower body soon followed. Shoto made sure to form it in a way that sharp icicles tore at his skin if he so much as moved half an inch. 

🧊🔥-He wanted to shoot an icicle into his leg for good measure but he didn’t feel like cleaning up blood off his floor. He wished to burn the skin off his bone but you had forbidden him from using fire in the house. 

🧊🔥-He had accidentally caught one of your favorite blankets on fire and was banned for life. 

🧊🔥-“We didn’t know she was here! If we had known we wouldn’t have come!” The blond groveled, panicked at the feral look in Shoto’s eyes. 

🧊🔥-“You could have left after you saw my Omega was here, but you stayed and decided to hit her too. You should be lucky I didn’t just kill you on the spot.” He growled, cutting the blond’s cheek just a bit with an ice shard. 

🧊🔥-The blond just whimpered and passed out. Shoto was quick to hunt down the other and give him the same treatment. He had made it out of the house so he was pleased to release his burning anger out on him. 

🧊🔥-Once they were out of the way, Shoto ran to your side and burning away the binds holding you down. 

🧊🔥-“Are you okay, my Dove?” His voice was soft, his cold hand going up to your head and trying to soothe the aching bump. 

🧊🔥-“Yes, I’m just a little dizzy. Everything’s a little fuzzy right now.” You leaned into his gentle touch. 

🧊🔥-“I’ll call someone to deal with those two. Let’s get you to the hospital, my Dove.” He hurriedly lifted you and carried you to his car. He treated you like glass when he sat you down in the passenger seat. 

🧊🔥-You leaned your head against the cold window as he dashed around to the driver’s side. Your head hurt too much to look out the window so you kept your eyes closed. 

🧊🔥-Your Alpha made sure you didn’t accidentally slip asleep. 

🧊🔥-You let out a small whine when a thought crossed your mind. 

🧊🔥-“Alpha my nest is gonna smell like them.” You sniffed, opening your teary eyes to look at him. 

🧊🔥-Shoto’s hands went white on the wheel, his face contorted into a snarl. He couldn’t wait to visit them again at the station. He had friends there that wouldn’t hesitate to turn a blind eye. 

🧊🔥-His anger instantly simmered when his eyes met your glassy ones. 

🧊🔥-“Don’t worry, Little Dove. I’ll buy you more. We can even go shopping at that blanket store you like so much.” He assured, taking one hand off the wheel and clasping it in yours. 

🧊🔥-Your eyes lit up. “Really! It’s kinda expensive though, I don’t need new ones. I am sure we can find some nice second-hand ones.” You squeezed his hand, bring it up to your lips to place a kiss on it. 

🧊🔥-Your exhausted brain choosing to ignore the specks of blood on his hand. 

🧊🔥-“My Dove, what have I said about me spending money on you?” He gently reprimanded, his eyes still soft. 

🧊🔥-“Accept it and say thank you.” You repeated without delay. 

🧊🔥-“Exactly, I won’t hear any more about it.” He ended the discussion, his eyes focusing back on the road while his hand remained in your grasp. 

🧊🔥-If your head wasn’t killing you, you would have been bouncing in your seat. “I can’t wait! They are coming out with some pretty fall blankets soon! Oooh! We have to get some cute Halloween ones too!” 

🧊🔥-“Anything you want.”

Bakugo:

💥-“Why did you have to hit them!? Ground Zero is gonna come after us now!” The brunette cried, desperately holding ice to your head in hopes that the bump on it would go away. 

💥-“Shut up! Get back to robbing the damn place instead of taking care of the freaking Omega.” The blond hissed, throwing a plate at the panicked Alpha. 

💥-You sat back in the chair not knowing how to process the situation. You knew dating a Pro Hero was dangerous but you thought villains would be your main concern, not petty burglars. 

💥-“If you leave now and don’t take anything, I’ll tell him I tripped and fell.” You wouldn’t, but they didn’t know that. 

💥-“See! Let’s just leave. We can go rob some other place.” The brunette pleaded, already trying to untie you. 

💥-The Omega in you wanted to feel bad for the whining Alpha but then you remembered he messed up your nest when he dragged you out of it. You Omega was fuming. 

💥-I just got the nest just right! She huffed, pacing around in your head.  

💥-She didn’t seem threatened by the Alphas in the room. She knew her Alpha was coming home any minute and he would take care of them. 

💥-You, on the other hand, was slightly panicking now that the situation sunk in. Katsuki was gonna rip them to shreds. You Omega was already smugly licking her paws at the image, while you shuddered at the thought. 

💥-“You should go. I don’t want to be mopping up your blood all night.” You urged, looking anxiously at the door. 

💥-“See! We need to go!” The brunette cried, trying to tug his friend towards the door. 

💥-“Shut up! We can leave once we get everything valuable.” The blonde growled, shoving off his partner. 

💥-The jiggle of keys at the door made everyone in the room stop and hold their breath. The doorknob turned and the door was pushed open. You looked at the chair you were tied to, the robbers, and back at the door. 

💥-There was no way to play off the situational. I don’t want to be mopping up blood. You whined, praying your Alpha wasn’t going to go too berserk.  

💥-“Hey, Spit-fire! I got us, your favorite curry you were wanting. I made sure to get it extra spicy.” He walked in carrying a bag of takeout. 

💥-He paused in the doorway once he got a whiff of unfamiliar Alphas in the house. His ruby eyes viewed the scene before him. He growled at the sight of the two Alphas. 

💥-From your point of view, his eyes didn’t look red anymore with how big his pupils dilated at the presence of Alphas near his Omega. His hand instantly dropped the food to the floor. 

💥-The sound of the bag hitting the floor heightened the tension. 

💥-His fangs instantly dropped when his nose picked up a faint coppery smell, his eyes zeroed in on the small trail of blood on your head. The growl that ripped through his chest shook the room. 

💥-“Alpha, please, no blood in the house.” You pleaded, shifting against the ties holding you in place. 

💥-“No promises, Omega.” His voice was so dark that you didn’t even recognize it. 

💥-“The brunette didn’t hit me. He even tried to ice it. Go easy on him.” You said, knowing his control was waning. 

💥-The veins on his neck looked ready to pop, his arms straining to hold themselves still and not plummet the Alphas standing before him. He eyed the patio door that was pushed open, most likely where they entered in from. 

💥-That would solve the blood problem. 

💥-He grinned viciously, “How about we take this outside?”

💥-He rushed the two Alphas, grabbing them by the backs of their necks and throwing them out of the house and over the balcony. He laughed darkly as he followed them, jumping from the balcony. 

💥-You wiggled free from your restraints and made your way to the front door, you picked up the takeout bag and brought it to the kitchen. 

💥-“Suki will be hungry after beating those two up.” You hummed, making him a plate and then making yourself one. 

***

💥-“Is the water too hot?” His voice was raspy from all the yelling he did earlier. 

💥-You sat with your back leaning against his chest in the bathtub. The warm water and the heat of your Alpha calmed your stressed body. Being tied to a chair was as comfortable as it looked. 

💥-“It’s fine, Alpha.” You hummed, delicately washing his bruised and bloody hands. 

💥-“I’m sorry, I wasn’t here sooner Omega.” You smelled a hint of sadness in his scent. 

💥-“Don’t worry, Alpha. I knew you were coming. I wasn’t scared one bit.” You reassured, bringing his hand up and planting delicate kisses on it. 

💥-“My strong Omega,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into your hair. He flinched when he picked up the faint smell of another Alpha. He snapped up the bottle of shampoo and poured half the bottle on your head. 

💥-“Got to get this disgusting scent off you, Omega.” He growled, gently scrubbing your scalp. 

💥-“Alpha! That shampoo is fifty bucks!” You gasped, picking up the half-empty bottle. 

💥-“I’ll buy you another one.” He assured, rinsing of the soapy suds and giving your head another sniff. 

💥-“Much better.” He hummed, pulling you tighter against his chest. 

Hawks: 

🍗-“You shouldn’t be here.” You whimpered, trying to curl in on yourself, the ties preventing you from doing so. 

🍗-“Why the fuck did you have to hit them? You know I can’t handle weeping Omegas, my Alpha hates it.” The brunette growled, trying to awkwardly pat your arm. 

🍗-You winced away from his touch, another Alphas touch was too repulsive. You felt your skin crawl as his fingers grazed your arm. The thump on your head making you more nauseous than you already were. 

🍗-“So what if your Alpha is a pussy. Unlike you mine enjoys their cries.” The blond smiled at the tears dripping down your face. “The bitch deserved it anyways.”  

🍗-“Whatever.” The brunette scoffed, rolling his eyes and going back to robbing the place. 

🍗-“You guy’s really shouldn’t be here...” You tried to warm them but you were too late. The door creaked open, your heart warming and racing at the sound. You knew it would be a bloodbath once Kei realized what was going on. 

🍗-“Baby bird! I hope you are already in comfortable clothes, I’m ready to cuddle in our nest.” His soothing voice causing you to relax in the chair. 

🍗-“Alpha.” You cried, your head still throbbing. 

🍗-The silence was enough to tell you he spotted the two Alphas in the room. 

🍗-“Omega.” He growled, his eyes bleeding red, the sight of blood trailing down your head sent him into a frenzy. 

🍗-His wings puffed out, the room suddenly flooded with crimson feathers. You felt two feathers sailing your way and cutting the bonds holding you. You swiped them up in your grip and clutched them to your chest. 

🍗-The soft texture of them calming you down some. 

🍗-A feral roar sounded throughout the room. You ignored the harsh thumps coming from behind you, the sound of one of the robber’s heads getting bashed into your kitchen counter made you wince. 

🍗-You wanted to get up and get away from everything but your body was in shock and it wouldn’t let you do anything but clutch the crimson feathers to your chest. Your other hand was rested on your stomach. 

🍗-You tried to warn them. Nothing was more dangerous than someone harming a pregnant Alphas mate. You were still pretty early along so they might not have been able to smell it in your scent. 

🍗-You Alpha was sure able to, the instant he got a small whiff of it he was chirping happily against your stomach. You had a hard time getting out of his ruby wings that day. 

🍗-“You DARE harm my mate and chick!” You felt the pure rage behind his words. 

🍗-The blond was already passed out on the floor, his front teeth knocked out. The brunette was about to pass out with him, your Alpha choking him with his shirt. He made sure to use his feather to cut up his arms and face. 

🍗-His wings behind him puffing up and flapping angrily.

🍗-“Didn’t know...” The brunette slurred, his head bashed in as much as his friend’s head. 

🍗-If they wanted to hit his Omega on the head then he was all too pleased to return the favor. The brunette finally succumbed to his injures and blood loss, he went slack in Kei’s hands. 

🍗-Kei dropped him to the grown without care. 

🍗-“Pathetic.” He hissed.  

🍗-His head snapped up in your direction once he heard your tiny sniffles. He was at your side in an instant. 

🍗-“Oh, baby bird.” He cooed, lifting you from the chair and wrapping his arms and wings around you. 

🍗-“Alpha, I told them to leave.” You whined, snuggling into his chest. 

🍗-“I know, baby bird.” He soothed, breathing in your scent, checking on the baby chick in your belly. They seemed well. He was still gonna fly you to the hospital. He made his way to the balcony outside and spread his wings, without a second thought he jumped. 

***

🍗-“Don’t worry, Omega. I already ordered some new blankets. They should be here by tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind the guest bedroom for now.” He hummed, he was curled around your balled up form. 

🍗-You didn’t even build the nest surrounding you, Kei delicately dropped you down on the bed and instantly began building the nest. He would angrily chirp if you so much as lifted a finger.   

🍗-Everything was fine with you and the pup, or chick as Kei liked to call them. As soon as you arrived home Kei refused to leave your side or let you out of his sight. 

🍗-You were not to roll over on your side without his permission. 

🍗-“Thank you, Alpha.” You thanked, nuzzling your head into one of his soft wings. 

🍗-“I also called a security company, they will be here to set up a new system tomorrow.” He informed, nuzzling into your hair. 

🍗-One of his hands was tangled in your hair and the other was snugly cupping your stomach. 

🍗-“No more Alphas in the house.” You sniffled, shaking your head. 

🍗-“Of course, baby bird. I told them, beta’s only.” He reassured, kissing your head. 

🍗-“I love you, Alpha.” You whispered, almost lulled to sleep. 

🍗-“I love you, too baby bird.”  

First HC I have done in a while, also the first time writing for Hawks! What did you think of him? I hope you enjoyed it! Please be sure to leave a comment and like! I really enjoy hearing your reactions. 💕

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Stranger Things Social Media AU - But I Knew You - (Ronance & Stonathan) - Chapter 12

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Jonathan spent the night watching Steve. It was scary to him how fast his emotions were changing. A week ago he completely lost himself after thinking Steve was with somebody else but when Eddie texted him yesterday morning saying there wasn’t anything between the two, in an instant Jonathan was ecstatic. Then, he tried to play it cool like the nature of Steve and Eddie’s relationship didn’t plague his mind for days. Tonight, seeing Steve exist around the kids so naturally was capturing his heart. Slowly the bad image of Steve that existed in his mind, the one that didn’t care for anyone, was replaced by the way he teased around with Dustin, the way he rolled his eyes at Mike’s jabs, the way he gave tips to Lucas and the way he flashed a warm smile to Max. 

Now he was sitting at the back porch with Steve, Nancy and Robin as they, except Nancy, smoked and took a much needed break from the kids. 

“I take it your house is the hangout spot?” Robin asked to Nancy with a big smile. 

“Yeah, we have the basement so they can play D&D for hours without being interrupted.” Nancy answered with a smile and a sigh. 

“I think they played for 10 hours one day.” Jonathan added on while laughing. 

“They almost went for 12 hours with-“ Steve said and stopped abruptly. 

“Eddie?” Robin asked with a scowl like she didn’t understand why Steve wouldn’t mention him. 

And, Jonathan, felt weird this time. He also didn’t understand Steve’s reluctance because why would he not mention the name of his friend that he hooked up with. Robin was also close with Eddie, Jonathan now knew about Eddie and he could just mention him to Nancy without the weed part if he wanted to.

If he was somebody else and not Jonathan Byers, Jonathan would have said something right then to press Steve about not mentioning Eddie but instead he stayed silent. He was lucky because before the conversation could continue, before Steve could come up with a half-assed answer the back door opened up and Max walked out. 

“Is this the adult table?” Max asked with a smirk. 

All their heads turned back to her, and out of the corner of his eye Jonathan watched Steve getting pulled out of whatever mental fight he was having by Max’s words. 

“Better than the kids one.” Steve shot back and Max rolled her eyes. 

“Can we talk?” Max asked staring at Steve, shifting in her place.

The way Steve stood up in a second made Jonathan’s heart swell. 

“You okay?” Steve asked and Robin got up on her feet too. 

Max rolled her eyes again and said she was okay. Then, she asked to talk privately to Steve in a really embarrassed tone. Steve nodded and smiled warmly and dragged her away into the backyard. Robin sat back next to him and Jonathan started watching Max and Steve in the distance. Max was staring to the ground as she talked while Steve tried to catch her eye. 

Robin must have noticed how intently he was watching them because she spoke up. 

“Steve helped her a lot.” Robin said her eyes moving from the other two to Jonathan. 

“Her step-brother was so awful.” Nancy added with anger laced in her voice. “Steve fought with him one time to protect the kids. He ended up in the hospital.”

Jonathan snapped his head so quickly at that he almost hurt his neck. His mind was filled with questions about when did that happen, how hurt Steve was really, wishing he was there for him but also being happy that he wasn’t because he didn’t think he could handle seeing Steve seriously hurt. 

He turned back to Steve and Max and saw that Steve had his hand on Max’s shoulder and Max slowly raised her head as he kept talking. 

“He is not-they are not going to come back to bother her, right?” Jonathan asked hesitantly, feeling his past fears creep up on him.

“No.” Nancy stated firmly. “Billy went off to some West Coast school and the lawyer Steve found made sure the stepdad wouldn’t try anything.”

Jonathan nodded slowly and felt relieved. He remembered the day Lonnie left and how him and Will build up what Will called Castle Byers. He remembered how happy he was the next morning when he realized he wouldn’t wake up to Lonnie screaming. When he hit sophomore year Lonnie started showing up again, saying he wanted to see his sons but really wanting to score some money from mom. Thankfully, soon enough after realizing he wasn’t getting any he disappeared again. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. This must be bringing bad memories for you.” Nancy said quietly, probably making sure Robin wasn’t hearing because she was considerate like that. 

“No, it’s okay.” Jonathan replied with a soft smile. “I’m always happy to celebrate anybody getting free from their abusers.” 

Nancy nodded with a faint smile and stroked his arm gently. 

“Will had me and I didn’t have anyone. I know how much it matters to have somebody to watch out for you.” Jonathan said his eyes involuntarily moving back to Steve and Max. 

“I know maybe that’s not how you knew him or maybe he doesn’t seem like it but Steve cares a lot for people in his life. He would do anything for them.” Robin said, catching up to their conversation, her eyes on her best friend and Max. 

When he was 16 it was Steve’s charisma, and his face and his body that caught Jonathan’s attention before he knew anything about him. After they started sleeping together Jonathan saw Steve in a completely different light. It was clear he was a caring person just based on the fact that he listened carefully to every story Jonathan told him, how he tried to memorize details like Will’s game nights to ask about how they went. But, Steve didn’t really have anything much in his life that he could care about and somehow that was one of the factors that played in their downfall because in the end Steve decided to cling to his popularity and the image his parents wanted for him. Finally, it seemed like Steve found the things, or people, to care about. 

Jonathan watched Steve pull Max into a tight hug and Max cling to him, his sweatshirt balled up in her fists. Steve seemed to tighten his hold on her as he leaned in and said comforting words to her. After a few seconds her hold loosened and they let go of each other. Jonathan watched both of them wipe their tears off under the dim lights of the Wheeler backyard. 

He was almost 19 and, he realized, he was falling for this caring and loving and not afraid to show emotions Steve now - the one that existed long before but was hidden underneath layers of social and familial pressures. 

*a couple of notes: sorry for not uploading sooner I was dealing with some personal crises. 

I couldn’t help but sneak in some found family!!! Max is like Steve’s sister here and Robin and Nancy clearly care about her too. I wanted to delve into Jonathan’s issues as well. I imagined Max thanking Steve for all he did in their talk.