#but he wont lets say. lock you up and have pictures of you pasted on a wall
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honestly as much as arven is the most traumatic rival so far and is canonically clingy towards protag its funny to me that kieran is still labelled as the yandere among all rivals
#i mean. arvens clinginess is like a puppy dog#like he will stick around u and bark at people trying to get close to you#but he wont lets say. lock you up and have pictures of you pasted on a wall#unlike. kieran#not saying kieran canonically did but mr crazy eyes has potential#also after the whole ogerpon shtick his obsession over aoi is just unhealthy#to a point where he drains himself n everyone around him#like yes after all is said and done he became better and back to his soft self#but thats just yandere after therapy#kieran is kanato if kanato wasnt deranged lmao#fafar yaps#about pokemon
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I was rereading nynn, as I am wont to do, and I got to the part where Sirius asks Harry if Voldie knows she and Cedric dated and she's thinking in her mind that she doubts if he'd care. Like Harry, have we been observing the same man? Like the man who obsessively tries to get you by his side and calls you his every time he can fit it in a conversation? That man wouldn't care?! BSFFR rn Harry đ
The cackle I let out. The cackle I cackled. Bless you for this @higanbanabythesea I hope you're enjoying your re-read â¤ď¸
I think Harry thinks/says that bcs she herself is in denial, and (I need to re-read my own story so correct me if I'm wrong here) the graveyard happened like ten minutes ago when she is thinking those thoughts/conversations?
AAAAND I need to-read my own fic. FUCK, idk in which chapter that was when Sirius asked her, in Grimmauld or in the bathroom in 4th Year, OH MY GOD, MY READERS KNOW MY OWN FIC BETTER THAN ME, I AM HONOURED BUT ALSO I am ashamed.
In short, if it was in the bathroom in 4th Year, Harry... She does not know Voldemort well, she cannot read him for SHIT. She is 14, she is terrified, she just got back from the graveyard (where she thought for 99% of the time she was screwed, she thought she was 100% fucked because if Priori Incantatem doesn't happen, she'd get blasted into unconsciousness so all of it was an overall GAMBLE and IF I GO OUT I'LL GO OUT FIGHTING attitude we all know and love Harry for)
Harry is in very very very very very very very deep hole of DENIAL. It will get touched upon in the sequel, and fnnily enough it will be Hermione & Ron who tell her "he has been doing everything in his power to get to you and you think he wouldn't care that you were with Cedric" and Ron adds sr like "Harry, he'd set the entire world on fire if he found out you danced, and even worse â kissed Cedric and were DATING him" Ron knows the most what's up, but Hermione does, too, bcs come on, it's Hermione.
I think, Harry, overall, thinks Voldemort really does not care who she was with, mostly because Voldemort considers her his so any other suitors/past relationships Harry's had aren't important - that's what Harry thinks. Harry thinks Voldemort has 0, absolutely 0 interest romantically in her, or about her other relationships. She thinks all he wants with her is to use her or just get her out of the way and lock her up in a room.
Hell, I still think Harry thinks that. Because... (Points to the Chamber scenario) Yeah, Tom has not shown even then he thinks of Harry as an equal back then.
Harry is working with very very limited information overall. I think she does see it, but she is young and she is fckn TERRIFIED of the other possibilities Voldemort caring about who Harry dates (Harry shouldn't date anyone in Voldemort's mind, mind you, she should let Voldemort COURT her but those two things are I think vastly different in society even in the normal world there is much more formality in courting than in dating) BRINGS.
I think Harry painted this picture of Voldemort according to what other people told her about him, and of what she read in books about him - not that I think there are any people who could write a deep biography of him bcs of how secretive he is and how he doesn't connect with his servants or share his past/personal thoughts with them - and the picture she has is of a cunning, manipulative murderer â a villain, an evil man, a monster in appearance itself, who doesn't give a damn about Harryâs life. And he 100% is that. He is evil. He isn't gonna change. But he cares about her life, and Harry still doesn't get that bcs of DENIAL and FEAR. There is a difference between an evil man wanting to kill her, and an evil man wanting to have her, to be with her.
Harry buries those thoughts very fckn deep, and it's normal for her to do so. Honestly, I'm glad you noticed this! Gave me an excuse to talk about it, hehe.
Also, Harry is canonically the most OBLIVIOUS character in the HP world 𤣠Voldemort can give as many hints, verbal or actions-wise, and it will still go OVER Harry's head and I think that's hilarious. Cedric needed to make a direct direct move for Harry to go to the ball with him ie ask Harry. Voldemort hasn't done a lot of asking, only announcing. Harry is just "oh, he's going on the soulmate ramble again" and just shuts him off đ¤Łđ¤Ł
Thanks for the laugh, and thank you for the ask! â¤ď¸
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Congrats on 4K bbe! You deserve ALL the love and support! Your writing isđ I unfortunately missed your 1k so can I please have Isaac Foster NSFW alphabet? Thank you sooo muchâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Thank you so much bby. đĽşâ¤ď¸ Iâm always happy to write for this maniac. I hope you enjoy them. đ
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A (Aftercare)
Zack might not seem like the most lovey of people, but thatâs where youâd be wrong. If thereâs anything that Zack Foster loves after a roll in the hay itâs cuddling after. This man makes sure that youâre comfortable and doesnât ever want to let go of you. No matter how rough the two of you might get, he wants to make sure that youâre in his arms when itâs all said and done.
B (Body Part)
His favorite part of your body is going to be your ass. Isaac Foster is an ass man, thereâs no denying that at all. He loves the way it looks when it walks in front of him or the way it looks as heâs pounding himself into you from behind. And donât think youâre getting past this man without a firm smack to it nearly every time.
C (Cum)
If thereâs one thing that Isaac Foster has a lot of... itâs cum. This manâs favorite place to put it is right on your chest. He absolutely loves the way that you look with his seed all over you. And itâs even better for him if some makes it to your face.Â
D (Dirty Secret)
Zack isnât one for secrets, youâll know pretty much everything about him. The dirtiest secret this man has is probably the fact that heâs nearly always picturing you naked. He was locked up in that building for so long without seeing someone of the opposite sex that itâs just a habit for him now. Â
E (Experience)
If experience is a deal breaker for you than Zack is not the guy. This man is pretty much a newbie when you meet him. Heâs never really gotten any experience with anything but his hand. If youâre looking for a wild night right from the start then youâve got another thing coming. Heâs gonna need some time to get the hang of things first.Â
F (Favorite Position)
With his almost animalistic side Zack much prefers doggy style. He loves to be able to run his hands down your back and grip your hair. It gives him perfect leverage to reach down and tease you a little bit while he ruthlessly rolls his hips into you. He loves the way it looks when he wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you up against him, pressing your body to his chest.Â
G (Goofy)
Zack is most definitely not a goofy guy in bed. Heâs got one goal and one goal only... getting the two of you to your release. Heâll focus more on making sure that you get your world rocked, but donât think he wont go back to himself once he gets you there.Â
H (Hair)
Isaac Foster is not much of a groomer. When he was trapped in that building he never really had any means of making sure that happened so heâs now used to that. He wouldnât object to it if you were to mention it to him, but heâs most definitely not going to take that upon himself.Â
I (Intimacy)
Once Zack gets used to a person and really starts to fall head over heels heâs going to be a very intimate person in bed. Heâll want to make sure that he tells you a thousand times that he loves you or how beautiful you look while you get your insides rearranged. Heâs never one to keep the compliments away while youâre in private.Â
J (Jack Off)
Before he met you the only thing that this man had to do in his lonesome was jack off. He would multiple times a day just to pass the time. So when you meet him, heâs definitely got control on how long heâs going to last in a round. Heâs not going to be able to break that habit easily either, so every chance that he gets when you leave heâll probably have his hand wrapped around it.Â
K (Kink)
If you werenât aware, Isaac Foster has a fascination with knives and sharp things. Donât think for a second that it isnât going to transfer into his sexual life. This man loves the way you look as he slowly slides the knife across your skin, the cool metal causing shivers to run through your whole body. Heâd never actually harm you with them, just likes the way you squirm when he plays around with them.Â
L (Location)
This manâs libido is out of control. Thereâs no place that he wont have a little fun with you. It doesnât matter where you are, if heâs got the urge heâs going to pull you aside and fuck you against a wall. Heâs very fond of finding a secluded place where thereâs a chance of getting caught. He wants the whole world to know who you belong to.Â
M (Motivation)
It doesnât take much to get him going, but if you really want to do it in as little time as possible than the best way to do that is by wearing tight pants around him. Heâs a sucker for the way they accent all your curves. Heâll want to maul you in an instance.Â
N (No)
The only thing that Zack will probably say no to, is anything that involves him being the one being penetrated. Heâs pretty open about the rest of the sexual world. Heâs willing to try anything once and heâll be sure to tell you how he feels about it after. And the thing you want to avoid that will turn him off is when you complain too much. Heâs definitely not a fan of that. He knows that life is rough, but he canât help but think of that things that heâs gone through in his life and compare them.Â
O (Oral)
Once he gets the hang of it, Zack is going to be a very big fan of both giving and receiving oral. He loves the way that you look with your head between his legs and he loves to watch you squirm with your ass in the air as he licks your core, hitting all the right places.Â
P (Pace)
Thereâs one thing that Isaac Foster is not good at, and thatâs doing anything slow. He loves to watch you writhing underneath him as he ignores all your pleas to slow down. He might be quick, but heâs always sensual at the same time. He wants you to know that he loves and appreciates you at the same time as he gives you the ride of your life.Â
Q (Quickie)
Zack is a huge fan of the quickie. If you let him get quickies in throughout the day that just means less time he has to spend with his cock in his hand. Once he gets that urge heâs got to satisfy it, whether itâs by himself or with you. Itâs happening and heâs got no control over it.Â
R (Risk)
Heâs pretty experimental when it comes down to it. Thereâs very little that Zack wont try and heâs not against being in public either. He hasnât found much in his sexual life that heâs not alright with, even if that only means doing something once in a while.Â
S (Stamina)
I really hope that youâre prepared if youâre deciding to be with this man. He can go all night and last for what seems like forever. Heâs trained himself to last longer than youâd expect. He wants to make sure youâve come a couple of times before he even decides that heâs done. His control over that is incredible.Â
T (Toys)
Zack doesnât own any toys himself, but heâs not against using any toys on you. He loves to watch as you come undone under your own toys, whether heâs the one in control of it, or you are. Just picture him licking his lips as he hovers over you, slowly pulling your toy in an out of you as you attempt to cover you face from him, the pure pleasure almost too much.Â
U (Unfair)
Zack loves to tease, but hates when it happens to him. He gets enough urges on his own, the last thing that he wants is someone else coming in and making them one hundred times worse. But heâs definitely always happy to tease you and see if he can get you going. He loves when you beg him.Â
V (Volume)
If youâre looking for a quiet partner than I think you need to look somewhere else. Zack never had a need to keep himself quiet when he was by himself, and he isnât going to start now. Whether itâs grunts and groans coming from him or him asking you to be louder, it will never be silent in his bedroom. He loves to hear you and he loves to have you hear just how good youâre making him feel.Â
W (Wild Card)
Zack will never admit it to you, but heâs glad that if he were to meet anyone to learn all these experiences with... itâs you. And he knows that he plays it up sometimes when heâs acting clueless, but heâs not as clueless in certain departments as you think he is.Â
X (X-Ray)
As surprising as it will be to you, Zack is packing some heat. Heâs long and wide and he knows how to use it. He loves when you comment on that fact, itâll make him crawl in his skin with anticipation, or it will get him that much closer to his release.Â
Y (Yearning)
This mans libido is out of this world. He basically wants it 24/7, so donât think for a second that if you ask heâll say no. I donât think heâs ever had a time in his life where he would say no. Heâs always happy to oblige, especially to his woman.Â
Z (Zzz)
Zack has a lot of issues with sleep so sex before bed is a surefire way to get him to sleep. He usually falls asleep very shortly after a round in the sack. Either it takes away his stress, or just gives him that little boost of serotonin that he needs to get his mind to stop racing.Â
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Sending nudes/sexting w/ JJK characters (Nanami, Toji, Gojo, Mei Mei)
Synopsis: Do yâall need one fr? I think the title is self explanatory
TW: mature things obviously, GN!reader, typos like always, nothing outside or masturbation and nudes really, 18+, MINORS DNI!
NANAMI
Yeah, yeah you miss Nanamiâs cuddles, kisses, hugs, and all that soft shit when you spend the whole day without him because of his work schedule, but you also miss that long schlong thatâs attached to him. Work has given him such a hectic schedule that sometimes you go a week without having any sex and it drives you crazy and Nanami might not show it, but it drives him crazy as hell too. Heâs just praying for an off day so he can get that sweet release from you that he needs.
Though sexting is not the same as physical sex, any form of sexual attention from him is needed. So, bravely one day you decided to send him a picture of you in nothing but one of his button ups barely covering your body while heâs at work. To be fair, you did wait until a time when you knew he usually wasnât busy and the office was nearly empty.
When I tell you this photo has him blushing like a school girl and horny immediately; he forgets how to breathe for a good two minutes and it takes the sound of someoneâs footsteps to bring him back to reality and remember the setting he was in.Â
You see, sexting really isnât Nanamiâs cup of tea. Heâs big on intimacy and physical touch and sexting hardly fulfills any of his desires. Heâd much rather have you in front of him in person. You see those three little lines pop up thinking heâs going to describe to you in detail what heâs going to do to you once he gets off and how much heâs been feening for you too, but no! Instead, all you get is a text that reads âOn my way.â
Nanami isnât the type to call off of work or leave early, but itâs from that picture that he realizes how wanting you must be for him and he canât help but feel a twinge of guilt, but also realize just how bad heâs been wanting you. The drive home for him is 30 minutes? Heâs making it home in like 10, knuckles gripping the wheel and all as he thinks about rushing home to you and your body.
He doesnât even greet you when he comes in the house. Immediately opting to connect his lips to yours to initiate the long night between you two thatâs going to unfold.
âMy poor baby. Iâve been so neglectful to you lately, havenât I? Iâm sorry, Iâm going to make it up to you so good tonight. Lay back and let me take care of you tonight.â And take care of you is exactly what he does.
TOJI
You could text Toji for hours on end, tell him your house got burned down and you now live in Bikini Bottom with Sponge-bob, and he still wouldnât budge. He doesnât even have to be out doing a job, if he doesnât see it as urgent urgent then heâs getting back to you in like 2-3 business days minimum.
Let you send him a text thatâs like âCurrently in bed thinking about you with my hand between my thighs because I havenât seen you all day.â And all of a sudden his fingers are moving fast like lightening as he texts you back.Â
Most likely going to respond with something like âIâll show you mins if you show me yoursâ Because that man is a menace that should be locked up. You donât even have to send one for real though because three minutes later your phone is pinging with a dick pic from him; two bottles resting on dick just to show how big it is because heâs a show off. Might even send you a video of him moving it without his hands in return for some soapy titty pics.
Nudes of you make him go absolutely feral and has him in the bed huffing and puffing as he uses his hands to recreate the feeling of you, but you would never know that because he responds with shit like âSo sexy lookingâ
Heâs kinda ass at sexting lowkey.
Heâs not too big on dirty talk while sexting, pictures and videos say everything that he needs to, but guarantee that he brings it up once the two of you are finally able to meet up in person. âSo you said you were going to do what now to me?â âSre we going to do what we talked about in those messages or whatr?â Of course, he holds you to your word and the two of you indeed do what you said over text.Â
GOJO
You already knew what the night was going to be like as soon as you got that âU up?â Text from Gojo. Not only was it almost 1 in the morning, but the two of you hadnât seen each other physically in almost a month and you could just hear the desperation in his voice from when he had called you earlier talking about how much he missed you; him being in front of others being the only thing stopping him from going into great detail about what exactly he missed.
You didnât even need to reply to him. The fact that you had read it was enough confirmation for him and minutes later you were getting sent a video with his dick as his thumbnail, just out and erect with his hand at the base of it and some lubricant covering it to make it look shiny and presentable.
âFuck, y/n. You have no idea how many times Iâve thought about you bouncing up and down on my cock all month long. I need you so bad right now.â The sweet moans of your name leaving his mouth and the bucking of his hips into his hands once you pressed play on the video were enough to get you in the mood as well. Quickly youâre stripping your clothes off and sending him videos of you in all types of angles, but thatâs not enough for him.
Next thing you know heâs facetiming you and the two of you are on the phone having a mutual masturbation session. The sight of each of you two getting off to each other getting off was enough to make both of you cum more than once. It takes him going completely soft and finally getting all that pent up sexual tension out of him to finally hang up.
MEI MEI
Someone get this woman an only fans account because the horny content she sends you should not be free. When I say this woman puts work into the videos and pictures she sends to you, I mean it.
Iâm talking a ring light set up to make her angles look appeasing, special lingerie just for pictures to take to send to you, and a phone with amazing quality. She goes all out for you like a professional because she wants you to use them more than once, she wants to make some quality spank bank material for you so you wont even think about going on twitter again when youâre horny.
Tell me shouldnât have a very popular OnlyFans. You canât cause youâd be lying to yourself.
She��s such a big tease. Sheâd send you a picture of her titties all oiled up in a bikini thatâs barely covering anything but her nipples along with a text message thatâs like âThey miss you );â .....While youâre at work because sheâs just such a tease like that.
Glances inside of her underwear, boomerangs of her shaking her ass for you, and quick glimpses of her nipple; anything but giving you the real thing. Her whole objective with nudes is to make you want her more and show you what youâre missing out on by not being with her in the moment.
Itâs not until youâre sending pictures and videos of yourself begging you to help her out that she finally does and itâs still not with pictures or videos in return ! Instead, sheâll text you through your orgasm in vivid description of what she wants to do to you and bring up past sexual experiences like, âRemember that time when we I picked you up from work and we couldnât wait until we went home so we fucked right there in the backseat of the car?â
Big on helping you visualize things, so honestly you donât even need her to go all out.
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Youre My Path (SMUT)
Yandere Bucky being crazy, possessive, and DARK!
TW-Mentions on non-con, drugging, stalking, and overall dark behavior. A little bit of knife play as well.
Smut SMUT SMUT
Let me know what yâall thinkÂ
Today was just another boring ordinary day. You had to go to the store and stock up on some groceries that you had been planning on getting but you lacked the will power to do so. You opened your phone and looked at the time. Ugh, I need to go before they close you thought to yourself as you managed to peel yourself off of your comfy sofa. You got ready and headed towards the nearest super market.
Lately youve been having some weird feelings, as if someone is constantly watching you. You always shake it off though, because nothing ever happens to you. You always get home safe and sound. Today was a little more intense though, as if you could almost hear someone breathing behind you when you were walking to the store. Relieved to have made it inside, you grabbed your cart and started your trip through the empty isles of the store. You loved and hated to come at night, it made you feel at peace knowing there there wouldnât be annoying ass kids and angry moms yelling at them to behave. No people blocking the isles with their carts and most importantly, no need to run into someone you knew. The only reason you hated it, was because you didnât want to get kidnapped and left for dead.
As you made your way to the bread isle, you had that feeling again. You felt like someone was behind you, you stopped dead in your tracks to see if anyone would walk past you. You pretended to look at the merchandise and you slowly turned around to see if there was anyone there. You looked both ways, and sure enough there was nothing. You rolled your eyes and kept it moving. As your trip started coming to an end you decided to stop by the makeup isle, needing a couple of items that you would use for your upcoming date.
Usually you didnât try this hard but you figured you would give it a shot. All the past times you went on dates they would disappear after your first date. You werenât sure if it was because you didnât try hard enough or if they simply werenât feeling your vibe. As your mind trailed off you accidentally ran into another person with your cart, completely snapping you out of your mind. A broad man, fell to his knee. âOh my god!!! Iâm so sorry. Are you ok? God Iâm so clumsy please forgive meâ you said frantically as you started to help him up. He lifted his head up to meet your gaze, big blue eyes % bore%% into your own. Your eyes started to trail from his eyes, to his lips, and up again to his perfectly sculpted face. You were mesmerized, you had never seen such a handsome man. âItâs okay, donât worry about it, y/nâ he said quickly getting up and walking off with a visible smirk on his face. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, knowing damn well he did not just say your name. You werent exactly sure if your mind was playing tricks on you or if he really said what you think he had said. You got up quickly, still in shock but hoping that it was really your mind playing tricks on you. Hesitantly you continued to shop, even though there was a little voice in your head telling you to get the hell out of that store.
Bucky POV
FUCK sheâs so beautiful, he thought to himself. The way you stared at him, it was clear you wanted him the way he wanted you. This was the moment that he had been waiting for ever since he laid eyes on you. He had never been this close to you, it was like a dream come true. You smelled like candy, your beautiful e/c eyes meeting his. Just how he had imagined but better. The way you apologized made him hard. Just think of how submissive my y/n will be to me mmmm Iâm going to devour her in every way possible he thought to himself, smirking.
Bucky ran into you at a coffee shop near your house. It was love at first sight for him. He watched you interact with your friends, smile, laugh, and it was like a match made in heaven for him. He knew he needed you to smile for him, laugh for him, and live for him. He followed you home that night. Making sure you wanted to be safe, of course. But his monthly visits turned to weekly and then turned to daily. He eventually managed to get into your home. You left a space key under your mat, and he felt so happy yet disappointed that you would endanger yourself like that. âWhen we live together, Iâll make sure you donât make silly mistakes like thisâ he said to himself as he got into your home.
He went through your house just browsing, seeing if anything interesting caught his eye. He then made it into your room and continued to look through your things. He found your panties next to your bed and quickly grabbed them and put him in his picked for him to enjoy later. He also took some pictures of you, to also enjoy later.
You were his new routine and he enjoyed every second of it. As time went on he would keep tabs on you, absolutely hating it when you went on dates. He was consumed with jealousy and couldnât believe anyone would dare lay a finger on you. He knew that this would not fly and he had to make sure to get rid of any roadblocks that got in his way. Bucky murdered them and everytime he did he felt relieved, almost happy knowing that he was that much closer to you.
After his encounter with you, Bucky walked off into the parking lot, one car over from yours, slipping into the drivers seat. His mind started to go wild. He needed you so badly. He wished he could have taken you right then and there. How he wished he could be inside you, your soft moans begging him to make you feel good. His cock soon started to throb at the thought of you. He leaned back in his seat taking a pair of your panties out from his pocket. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, moaning as he exhaled. âFuck Y/n...you make me so horny...Iâm going to fuck the shit out of you when youâre here baby just you waitâ.
Wasnt long before he pulled out his dick, stroking it hard. His hips bucking into his hand wishing it was your pussy. He started to think about how beautiful your pretty mouth would be around his dick, how good your tongue would feel swiveling around his tip. Just as he was about to cum, he stopped. He growled and threw his head back lowly moaning your name. âFuck...I cant take this anymore. I need herâ He quickly tucked himself back in and relaxed.
All you could think about was how that guy knew your name. It kept replaying in your head and it didnât make sense. You headed to your car and started to load everything in. âHello my Y/nâ you heard someone say in a low deep voice. You quickly turned around, your heart starting to beat a little faster. âUmm. Do I know you?â You asked. Bucky sighed and started to walk towards you. âNot yet doll but you willâ a smirk on his face once again. You backed up as he took steps forward. âDonât come any closer, or Iâm calling the policeâ.
Bucky pressed himself against your body, his hands snaking their way to your hips. His face now pressed against your neck. âNo you wont Princess, I know you like this. I can tell by the way that youâre breathing that you want me to keep goingâ his low voice going straight to your core. âN-no please...stop I ..â you tried pushing him off but you started to feel so weak. You had not noticed that Bucky had used something to drug you. All you felt was your body going limp and you falling into his arms.
Bucky smiled as you fell into him, placing a soft kiss on your temple. He noticed that someone was coming over so he quickly pressed your body to your car, and grabbed your face, kissing you. The person walking, walked a little faster as they were feeling a little awkward. Perfect he thought to himself. He placed you into the back to his car, resting your head to a pillow he had just bought and covering you with his sweater. He quickly drove off, leaving all your things by your car.
Your eyes opened, your head pounding. Wherever you were it was dark but comfortable. You groaned as you started to fully wake up, slowly sitting up. Your left hand felt heavy, you tried pulling it and you heard a chain. You yanked your hand hard again, making a loud sound. Bucky heard the noise coming from your guyâs room and he smiled and quickly got up making his way to you.
âBaby youâre awake nowâ Bucky excitedly said
âWhatâs going on..why are you doing this to me, where am I?â
âYouâre home doll, with meâ
âBut I donât know youâ you cried softly
âMy name is James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. Iâve been looking after you for a while now and itâs been a pleasure but I'm so glad that I finally have you all to myself, just how it was always meant to beâ
He started to get on the bed climbing towards you. You backed up as he came towards you, your back was now against the wall, pinning yourself between the cold wall and his broad body. His hand going to the back of your neck, bringing you close to him, your lips almost touching his.
âIâve waited a life time for this, to have you here with me. You make me crazy and I would sacrifice the world for you. Now that youâre all mine, I wonât ever loose youâ he closed the gap between you two, his lips desperately locking into yours. Kissing you passionately, he was hungry and desperate. You turned your head to the side, breaking the kiss.
âThis isnât the way Bucky, this isnât right. You need to let me goâ you begged. Bucky smiled and looked down moving back away from you. It made you feel relieved that he was not too mad due to your actions. He slowly got up from the bed and went over to his dresser, rummaging through some things.
âBucky...maybe we are in different paths right now, maybe in the future we will be together but now right now, not like this...please Bucky listen to meâ, hoping that he would have a little sympathy, you used his name to make it more personal.
âYou know , y/n...just because you say we are on different paths doesnât mean itâs trueâ he grabbed something and started to walk towards you again. This time his metal arm reached out to pull you by your leg to the edge of the bed, giving you whiplash. He quickly climbed on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with his metal arm and pulling out a syringe with his other hand.
You quickly started to wiggle around trying to get him off you. Shaking your head, âno no please stop noâ. Buckys eyes had a hint of madness to them, dark and disturbing. âDonât worry these donât hurt, it will make you feel better I promiseâ. He quickly injected it to you and you soon started to feel get hot, with a tingling sensation âThis will loosen you up a bit, itâll make you relax so that we can enjoy eachother babyâ
His lips made their way onto your neck, kissing and licking you all over. Your heart started to race, your eyes closing, soft moans escaping your lips, ân-no..â Bucky grunted as his erection started to press against your clothed pussy. His hips bucking forward, dry humping you. He lowered down to your ear, whispering, â cant you see what you do to me. Youâre so sexy and sensual youâre almost making me cum in my pants with your adorable moans, my love. As much as love to hear you right now, I want you to moan and scream my name y/n...begging me to fuck you harderâ
All his words, combined with his dry humping made you soaking wet. As much as you hated this you couldnât help but moan louder. His cock pressing against you was not enough and you needed more. You tried your hardest to resist, âG-get a..way f-from me..â you managed to choke out, trying to not moan anymore and trying to push him off with your body. Suddenly Bucky got angry. Hating how you were fighting him. He tore off your thin leggings in a fast single motion, revealing your soaked panties. He took out his knife and pressed it against you, earning a frantic gasp but you stopped moving. âStop fighting me doll, for your own good because I swear I will fucking destroy you. Iâve waited too long for this, donât push me because you wonât like the way I punish you.But......if you behave Iâll make sure to take care of you..real good care darlingâ he said as his knife traced your body. He grabbed your shirt roughly and ripped it off, slicing your bra open as well.
His mouth watered at the sight of your delicious breasts, making his cock twitch with excitement. His knife trailed down to your panties, making you whimper. âYouâre so delicious kitten, Iâm going to fuck you so hard. I cant wait till my cock is right in hereâ he motioned and tapped your clit with his knife. He roughly grabbed them and ripped them open instantly. He threw his knife to the side and quickly started to rub your clit making your back arch with your eyes closed. Your moans now filling up the room. Bucky smiled and took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you quiver and move your hips down into his hand. âMmm, I knew you wanted this..wanted me...only meâ he growled against your chest. âF-fuck Bucky...keep going pleaseâ. You hated yourself for saying that but you couldnât help it, you were in pure ecstasy.
Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he removed himself from you. Making you whine and buck your hips up, wanting and needing his touch once again. âDonât worry kitten, Iâm not done with you yetâ. He quickly undressed and positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his tip on your clit, making you mewl. âTell me what you want doll...tell me what you want from meâ he coaxed. You didnât answer, as you were too embarrassed to say anything. His metal hand went to your neck, squeezing it hard. âTell me y/n..tell me what you want NOWâ he yelled, releasing his grip from your throat.
âFuck me Bucky...pleaseâ you finally said. âI donât think I heard you doll, say it loud and clearâ. âFUCK ME BUCKY PLEASE I NEED YOU...PLEASEâ. You finally broke. You needed him now, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than to have his cock inside of you, his lips on your skin and his hands all over you. You were finally filled with his big cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy. His hands on your neck, choking you but not too hard like before. His hips snapping in and out of you making your body shake.Â
âSuch an obedient slut, MY obedient slut. Iâm going to break you and bend you to my will. Making you all mine. Iâll make you crave my touch, my attention, my voice. Youâre going to live only for me, doll. Only for meâ he growled as he pounded into you, rubbing your clit making you loose it. He then started to feel you reach your end, making him moan, âcum on my dick baby...cum for me. Let goâ he cooed as he angled himself to reach into you deeper. Thatâs when you felt your orgasm hit you, your body started to shake, waves of pleasure surging through your body. âMmm Buckyyyyâ you moaned. Making him loose it as well, he coated your insides in his thick warm cum. Pumping himself in and out slowly. Gasping for air.
Fuck he was such a God, he made you want more of him. It was the first night and you were already going crazy for his touch. You wanted him to keep going keep doing you however he wanted, but most importantly to keep pleasuring you. Bucky finally pulled out and laid next to you, looking at your beautiful face. He brought his lips to yours and gave you a soft kiss. âThe drug hasnât worn off baby, donât think this is over. Weâre going until we cant no more, doll.â He said against your lips, flipping you over for round two.
#bucky reader x smut#yandere marvel#yandere bucky barnes#dark! bucky x reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky dark!#dark!marvel#dark!bucky barnes#winter solider imagine#james buchanan bucky barnes#sebastian smut#sebastian stan#Sebastian Stan#Bucky#bucky barns fanfiction#bucky barns x you#bucky x you#marvel smut#dark fic#yandere love
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I'm not crazy - Pt. 6 The start of forever
A.N: Hi guys, I think this will be the last episode of this series. I don't know where else could it go really. I'm sorry!!!! But i have a few new stories in mind, maybe make series of them as well. Also, my inbox and asks are always open for suggestions and even for friendly chatting! Don't be afraid to hit me up! haha <3
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers
Warnings: nothing really.
Words: 1,2k
Summary: You got attacked by terrorists, mistaking you for someone else, then things escalate when they find out you have some powers, even you didn't know you had. Luckily you are in good hands by then.
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You couldn't have been more happy these past months. You managed to push the lingering fear of abandonment aside and just live for a moment with your super-soldiers. You suddenly understood that cheesy quote about how one will see why it never worked with anyone else. You felt that, you felt as if you were made for them, and them for you. You couldn't even imagine your life without them anymore.
Then one day it changed. The boys started to act weird around you. Stopping talking altogether when you entered, saying it's nothing when you asked, hiding their laptops from you, having phone calls with god knows whom, laughing happily, then having a pokerface when you came around.. At first you were able to lock out all the negative thoughts about them getting tired of you, and not loving you anymore.. But when one night they stopped coming to your room, and locking theirs when you knocked saying they can't talk right now something snapped. They had to go on a mission, so you didn't went further that night, but they could hear the quiet sobs from your room, making their hearts ache..
They left for the mission three days ago, and didn't call you at all.. They used to call you every night before sleep when they could.. Now it stopped. It was when you felt the last pieces of your heart shatter. You quietly sobbed and put all your clothes and stuff in your duffelbag, throwing it over your shoulder, taking one last look on the now empty room what was home for the past year, taking one last look on the picture of the three of you where you were still happy, and they were still in love. Then you left.
You didn't get far, you decided to wait for the sunrise at the lake next to the compound. If this will be your last morning here then you might as well have one last sunrise.
-What are you doing out here this early kid? - Tony asked, lifting an eyebrow after seeing the duffel bag.
-I wont wait until they leave me. - you said, wiping away a tear with the sleeve of Bucky's hoodie.
-Why on earth would they leave you? - he asked, while unnoticedly called Steve, letting him hear the conversation.
-You know why.. only a fool would not notice how they are avoiding me, how they aren't sleeping with me anymore.. hell they are away for the fourth day and didn't even called once. I'm not important to them anymore. I can feel it.. yet i can't bear the thought of them not wanting me, let alone hear it straight from their mouths. So i leave, and try to cope with it. I know when i'm not wanted Tony, but i can't stay here. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be, maybe i just never deserved any of it.
-Kid.. You deserve every little happiness in the world, have you tried asking whats wrong? I'm not big on confessions, but i sure as hell would hate not having you on the team.
-Tony... i'm really sorry to leave.. but i can't hear it from them.. if i leave know i might came out of it alive...
Tony just stood there not knowing what to do. He couldn't spoil the surprise no matter how much he wanted to stop you from leaving. He knew the team were on their way back, he just hoped they will make it on time.
On the private jet, the whole team was listening to your broken voice, they didn't notice how they treated you.. they were too lost in the preparations. They were so worried that you wont be there when they arrive. It was never about wanting to be without you.. just the opposite. They knew that they had to prove every day that it's you they wanted, and after some talking they figured out the perfect way to do it. The place was right, you were already at the lake, they just needed to make it on time. To hell with changing into fancy clothes and eating dinner out on the deck.. It had to be now.
When you were reaching for your bag, you saw Bucky and Steve running towards you, Tony smirking a little, then excusing himself as the men arrived.
-(Y/n) don't leave.. please. Just um.. hear us out.. i promise it's not even remotely close to what you think.. - said Steve.
-No Stevie.. i.. i cant hear that you don't want me anymore.. i couldn't live with the thought.. please..
-No doll, it's not it.. we want you.. you are the love of our life... we are really sorry we behaved like this for the past weeks, we just.. well.. we wanted to surprise you on our anniversary... It's still 3 days from now, but i guess... - said Bucky, while getting on one knee, Steve joining him. - will you make us the happiest men alive? will you marry us angel? - while they held up a little velvet box, containing the whitegold band, with a tear shaped diamond in it.
You couldn't breathe, you held your hands before your mouth trying hard to process what just happened.
They started to worry as you didn't reply. Tony coughing a little *answer them* to you from afar.
You couldn't mutter a word, you just launched at them, hugging them, hiding between them, nodding crazily.
Steve put you in his lap, while Bucky put the ring on your finger. Tears were streaming down your face, out of happiness.
-We promise we'll never spend another day without you, ever again. You make our life full, you have our hearts forever.. - said Steve, then you kissed both of them.
- Thats good because.. i .. i need to tell you something.. - their eyes were on you as you rummaged through your duffelbag, finding the little box you searched for. You put it in Bucky's hands.
-I don't know for sure which one of you has the upper hand in it but..since you want to marry me, you need to know this..
-OMG STEVE! WE'RE GONNA BE DADS, WE'RE GONNA BE DADS!!!- shouted Bucky as he picked you up running around in circles.
-Since when do you know this babe? - asked Steve with the biggest smile ever.
-I wanted to tell you the night you decided to first sleep without me.. so i ended up keeping it a secret..
-I'm so sorry about that honey.. but wow.. you made us so happy, we thought we couldn't have children cause of the serum.. but i guess it's different with you..
The whole team now were around you, not understanding a thing.. looking questioningly at Tony, since you three were in your little bubble, they didn't wanna disturb you.
- Guess we're gonna be aunts and uncles fairly soon.. i also need to buy a new suit for the wedding... - was all he said
The whole team ran at you three, hugging you, being extra careful with you cause.. yea being pregnant..
It was a start of forever..the most wonderful forever you could've ever imagine...
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Stories We Tell
When I was eight years old, my parents split up, and my dad, as divorced dads are wont to do, got a shitty apartment in a weird neighborhood.
The building was two stories with sixteen units. There was an in-ground pool out back, unheated in the shade, so the temperature hovered just above arctic. Half the time, instead of swimming, you ended up fishing a dead squirrel out and changing your mind. The laundry room in the basement flooded every time it rained. The appliances were junk, constantly breaking. The doors and locks, too. The landlord never fixed anything.
I didnât give much thought to the neighbors until I was fourteen, when my dad got full custody. Someone broke into our ground floor apartment around the same time (and by âbroke in,â I mean waltzed through a door with a broken lock) so we moved to the second floor, where it was a little safer. Our new balcony looked out over the rodent graveyard pool.
Over the next few years, I developed a colorful picture of our neighbors:
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Across the hall was Doris, a madam and a raging alcoholic. She was in her fifties or sixties, but there were always astoundingly attractive young women coming and going from her apartment. She threw parties where she was the oldest woman by about three decades.
On quieter nights, Doris would sit on her balcony and get wine-drunk. If my friends and I were walking past, she would lean over the railing and shout super appropriate things at us like, âIzzat yer boyfriend, honey? Râyou two using protection?!â
One time, my dad did some legal work for Doris. She paid him with two cases of wine.
(My dad doesnât drink wine, but somehow, it was still gone by the end of the summer. I dunno, Dad, itâs a mystery to me. Couldnât tell ya.)
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Next to Doris was a big old dude that used to stand on his balcony in whitey tighties and watch me and the other kids while we waited for the bus. I never learned much about him, except he was creepy with a capital âEeeugh.â
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Across the hall from Captain Underpants were the Five to Eight Guys. So called because there were at least five of them living in that two-bedroom apartment, but no more than eight. They all looked vaguely the same: twenty-something stoners with a lot of tattoos and piercings and a fashion sense that hovered somewhere between Hot Topic and PacSun, while somehow managing to be worse than either.
I donât think all of them were drug dealers. But at least some of them were. Absolutely. People would go into the apartment and re-emerge thirty minutes later in a veritable cloud of smoke. Our coat closet shared a wall with them, and my coats always reeked of pot. I mostly started smoking because people assumed anyway.
The summer after my Freshman year, they hung blankets up around their balcony to create an extra room. I told my dad, âThatâs smart â thereâs so many of them living in there, so they made an extra bedroom.â
My dad looked up at the tell-tale red glow of a grow lamp peeking out through the cracks of the blankets and told me, âKiddo, I donât think itâs a bedroom.â
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Below the Five to Eight Guys were two elderly nuns.
Yes, really.
They never had a mean word for anyone: not the madam, not the drug dealers, not the creepy old man standing outside in his briefs. That wasnât to say they had a kind word for them. Their go-to was smiling and minding their own fucking business.
I liked to think of them as our building security. Because, sure, we had no real security to speak of. The doors were always propped open, and I donât think there was a functional smoke alarm in the entire building.
But surely God wasnât going to let anything too bad happen to a building with nuns living in it, right?
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Next door to the nuns was the strangest of the whole lot: Crazy Cat Man. He was Russian, in his seventies, and had lived in the building since before the landlord added the âno petsâ rule to the lease. And Iâm pretty sure Crazy Cat Man was reasons A through Z for that rule.
I never got a real count on the cats, but it was somewhere in the ballpark of ten. But ten cats wasnât enough to sate Crazy Cat Manâs love for animals. Oh, no.
One winter, he decided to feed the geese, and hangry geese laid siege to the building for weeks.
Another time, I heard the landlordâs voice downstairs. He was screaming, âWhat the fuck is the matter with you!â
And Crazy Cat Man was yelling back, âI no let squirrel in the apartment! I never!â
He had. He had spent weeks feeding the squirrels, getting friendly with them. Then he started cracking the patio door to lure them inside.
Crazy Cat Man was married. His wife had albinism and was photo-sensitive, so I only ever saw her outside once.
See, once a year, Crazy Cat man delivered phone books. It was his only job. He spent the rest of the year trying to fix his van up so it would run well enough to deliver the phone books. He was constantly working on it. Every part he put in, the van attacked and destroyed like a body rejecting a donor organ.
One day, he hadnât pulled the van quite far enough into his garage, so when he lowered the garage door, it hit the back bumper and got stuck. That day, I learned that his wifeâs absolute favorite thing in the world was watching her husband be incompetent, because she came out of the apartment for once. He couldnât get the door back up, so he had to try to crawl under it to get inside the garage, and she was standing there shouting, âMy husband is an idiot! My husband is an idiot!â
My dad and I stopped to watch this seventy year old man crawl under a mechanically compromised garage door. My dad said to her, âIf heâs not careful, heâs going to be a dead idiot.â
The albino wife turned to him and hissed, âI should be so lucky.â
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My senior year of high school, the recession hit, and my dadâs law practice went under, and my older brother died of a brain aneurysm. A week after I graduated, my dad told me we were going to be evicted, and Iâd have to find somewhere else to stay until I went to college.
We moved everything out of the apartment, so nothing would be trashed when they evicted us. My dad ran off to the mountains to contemplate suicide (as one does), and, for about a month, I had this big, empty apartment to myself. My friends and I threw parties, got drunk. Hot boxed the bathroom.
And I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor in the living room, because it felt too weird to sleep in my old room with none of my things in it.
Late one of those nights, alone in my empty apartment, I heard screaming outside. I went on the balcony. All the neighbors were coming outside to see what the noise was.
On the property behind ours, across from the squirrel-killing pool, there was a huge cottonwood tree, maybe fifty feet tall. On the end of this long branch near the top, there was a raccoon. Closer to the trunk were two more. I donât know if youâve ever heard a raccoon scream, but itâs almost human sounding.
One of the two at the trunk rushed at the third, and forced it farther to the end of the branch. Then the two raccoons started bouncing the branch. The one at the end screamed.
I think we all realized what was happening at the same time, because I heard someone downstairs say, âWhat the fuck,â at the same time I thought it.
It took a long time. Pushing the raccoon back, then bouncing the branch, then pushing it back again. By the end, the one raccoon was hanging from the end of the branch, which was pointing straight down. It was screaming continuously.
When it finally fell, you could hear the thud.
I heard the same person say, âWhat the fuck,â and I had no idea who it was.
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If found out years later that the rumor in the complex about my dad was that heâd been a lawyer for the mob, and he got on someoneâs shit list, and thatâs how he ended up so broke. And itâs why he had to disappear so suddenly.
The truth was, my dad was a good lawyer, but a terrible businessman. His clients were mostly small businesses and everyday people. When they didnât pay him, he assumed it was because they didnât have the money, and he didnât want to rub it in by asking.
When I heard that theory, it occurred to me that I had created characters out of our neighbors with no real regard for what was true or logical, only what was interesting. I think that night with the raccoons was the closest I ever got to any of them, as real people. Standing in the dark, faceless, watching something horrible that we had no control over.
Iâm not sure what the rumors about me were, but hereâs the truth: by all logic, I should have been a pretty miserable kid. My dad had untreated depression, and sometimes he stayed in bed for days. When there was no food in the fridge, I assumed it was because we didnât have the money, and I didnât want to rub it in by asking. I went to friendsâ houses to eat. That guy that broke into our apartment when I was fourteen? He had a brain tumor, and he thought I was his girlfriend. And I should have been scared shitless that a forty-something year old man had tried to get in bed with me before my dad woke up and beat the bajezus out of him in front of me.
But instead, I started making these stories about the weirdos we lived with. I loved them. I was obsessed with them. I talked about them all the time.
âSay, Julia, how are things at home?â
âWell, youâll never guess what the Five to Eight Guys were up to yesterday, let me tell you!â
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I saw Crazy Cat Man two years ago. Heâs still delivering phone books, and he looks nothing like I remember him.
#original writing#personal#I wrote this for an oral storytelling event a couple years ago and it makes me sad that it's just sitting in my docs so here you go lol#coping mechanisms#storytelling#cw death#cw drugs#cw alcohol#cw uhhh raccoon murder??#murder of raccoons by raccoons#i guess that's a tag now
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I Wont Cast You Aside
Pairing: Marinette x ChloeÂ
Fandom: Miraculous LadybugÂ
Word count: 5k (was suppose to be 1k but I wanted a bigger story line)Â
Note: This is a commission for the wonderful @wombatking I want to thank you for not only commissioning this but trusting me with a pairing I havenât written for yet. One thing about writing fics for a new pair is the fear of not being able to capture them together. I rewrote this beast so many times and I hope that you enjoy it!Â
Thank you for being so patient with me and I really hope you like it :) Also yes, the title is a pun, I couldnât resist.Â
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There's a rush of adrenaline in her system as she takes off running. She ignores the yell from Ladybug and soon the wind is all she can hear. The streetlights of Paris swirl into a bright blur as she practically flies from rooftop to rooftop. Nothing can stop her as her target is locked in sight and she can feel a victory coming.
For months she's been gaining traction and skill. All she wanted was to prove to Ladybug that her choice shouldnât turn into a regret. That she was meant to be Queen Bee.
Another jump and she's closing in. She can almost feel the energy of the akuma buzzing within that cursed object. Her eyes narrow and she calls out for her spinning top while activating her venom. It's over now. That's what the blonde tells herself as she sends the weapon spinning through the night and wraps it around the leg of the villain of the day.
Pride. It swells through her as they go down with a thud. They won, a victory that has her name stamped on it and she wants nothing more than to have Ladybug and Chat Noir beside her to finish off the job.
She turns to look for them but all she sees is the stars dancing on the horizon. It's strange and she can feel her stomach twist in a way she doesnât like.
A dark chuckle comes from the villain below.
âLadybug?â She whispers to herself and as she turns towards her voice, there's a louder sound that rings through her ears. âLadybug?â She calls out louder. She doesnât understand. They were right behind her. She wasnât that far, they had to have followed her.
âNo one is coming.â The villain says.
Queen Bee looks at their eyes but there's nothing there. No sense of emotion can be found and for a second, she wonders if they are alive. It's terrifying and she feels alone. Their laughter turns to an uproar.
âYouâre nothing!â They scream as they try to jolt towards her. âYouâre a waste of space. A hero with no merit.â
The ground below her starts to sink like quicksand. Her throat goes dry, and she tries to scream but nothing comes out. Pain shoots through her body and she can feel tears streaming down her face as the world above her disappears and she falls into a darkness.
âLadybug!â She manages to yell but the light above is cut from her view and now she's falling.
Her body is weightless and every fear she's had is echoing around her like a cave of personal torment. A golden flash surrounds her, and she can feel the power drain from her system. Pollen stares at her with lifeless eyes as the comb hovers in her face, taunting her as the gold turns black like ink.
âYou were never a queen.â Pollen spats.
It crumbles into dust as her lungs squeeze from the scream leaving her lips.
âPollen!â Chloe cries but she's nowhere to be found as the dust surrounds her in the dark.
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Chloe wakes with a jolting start.
She looks around to see herself in her room. No plunging darkness or a disappointed Pollen. The voice of Ladybug isnât calling out to her. She's in her bed safe and sound. Her heart rate is skyrocketing as she tries to catch her breath. She turns to the clock and sees that it's barely four in the morning. The nightmares had been happening more and more. Nights become restless and her body is starting to move to the brink of exhaustion.
That night of her failure plays on a repeat. It's like a broken record. The face of the villain staring at her as she falls, the scream coming from her throat and both Ladybug and Chat Noirâs voices echoing in her ears. No matter how many times she has it, the fear doesnât leave.
âIt's just a nightmare.â She tells herself, but she can see it and feel it so clearly that she isnât sure if it's just her imagination.
Chloe grabs a tissue from her nightstand and wipes the sweat off her brow. All she wanted was a peaceful night of rest but apparently that's too much to ask for. Her stomach feels like it's turned upside down as she makes her way to the bathroom, moving slower than what she was used to.
Cold water splashes against her face and she stares at the mirror to a face that looks paler than usual. Bags have formed under her eyes and not even her imported skin care can undo the damage of losing sleep. Even the blue of her eyes had seemed to lose their brightness.
âYouâre okay.â She whispers with a shaky voice and swallows hard. âYouâre okay.â
It's the only thing she can say to herself. The only thing that can calm the storm from within until the nightmare strikes again.
She makes her way back to her bed that feels more like a prison at this point. Bedrest sounded so glamorous at the time but now that she's been stuck here for almost two weeks, she wanted nothing more than to leave. She is afraid to close her eyes. Afraid that when she does, the darkness will form once again.
Suddenly there's a knock on her balcony door, it breaks her from her thoughts. There's hardly any wind tonight and the trees had just been cut so there's no way for the tree to reach the glass. For a moment she wonders if it's another akuma. Maybe she wasnât awake after all, and her nightmare is continuing. The door gets another knock.
Her eyes narrow towards the door, but the shadow of a figure suggests that the wind wasnât the culprit. She recognizes the figure instantly.
Her stomach goes into a knot and shame fills her heart. A part of her didnât want to open it. Sheâd rather not face the superhero again but knows that's not possible. Instead, she huffs and manages to get over to the door without falling over.
She opens the door to Ladybug who stands in front of her with flowers and a soft smile on her face. âHi.â
âHey.â Chloe steps aside and lets the hero pass by. âIt's four a.m.â
âI know, I just wanted to make sure youâre okay. Havenât gotten the chance to see you.â Ladybug looks down at the cast that adores Chloeâs right leg. Guilt washes over her and when their eyes meet, she knows she was caught staring.
Chloe nods and bites her lip, trying to ignore the look on Ladybug's face. âIt's fine, youâre busy.â
âQueen Bee.â Ladybugs starts but Chloe raises her hand to stop her as they sit on the couch for more comfort. She wants to tell Chloe every single apology in the books. Tell her it's her fault she got hurt and to make sure she knows she's going to do anything in her power to help her out.
Instead, Chloe frowns. âLadybug, donât.â
âChloe.â She had brought her a bouquet of bluebells and marigolds, her favorite and she wonders how she knew but also doesnât question the gift. âIâm so sorry.â
This was a surprise. She looks at the superhero, distress clear on her face. âWhy are you apologizing? Iâm the one who got hurt.â
âOn my account. If I stayed with you, your foot wouldnât be broken and donât try to change my mind on that. I couldnât reach you in time. I canât even begin to tell you how sorry I am.â
Chloe holds her tongue but then again, she's not one to keep quiet. âI donât blame you. It's not your fault nor Chats. I was clumsy and too eager, but I learned my lesson. Iâll be fine, it's a clean break anyways.â
âThat doesnât change the fact that I should have protected you better.â
âWe all make mistakes, but you arenât the reason I broke my foot.â She lets out a sigh. âMaybe it's for the best.â
âIt's not.â Ladybug frowns and shakes her head. âI just want Queen Bee back by my side. I want you back on our team.â
The blonde looks towards the flowers, a sense of comfort washing over her. âIâm surprised you even want me on your team.â Her voice is low and she's trying not to cry but it hurts too much to think that her time as a superhero is done just because she was reckless and in a cast. An ugly white cast that clashes with every clothing article she owns. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.
A laugh bubbles from Ladybugs lips. âOf course, I still want you! Youâve grown so much over these past few months and sure, it was a rocky start but look at you. Youâre a member of this team Chloe. Chat and I can always rely on you in a pinch.â And she means it. Chloe of course doesnât know her true identity and maybe she doesnât quite believe her words, but Ladybug does.
She smiles at the blonde who just happens to be her girlfriend in her civilian life and she's trying to keep her guilt at bay. The moment she found out Queen Bee had broken a leg, she blamed herself. Tikki tried to reason with her, begged her to see the bigger picture and that accidents happen. If it was anyone's fault, it was that damned Hawk Moth.
A small weight comes off of Chloeâs shoulder as she relaxes. âThank you, Ladybug, that means a lot.â Chloe smiles and wipes her eyes. âI promise Iâll get better soon; you can count on that!â
âI know I can.â Ladybug smiles and stands. âI should get going, it's late-or well, early. Take it easy Chloe and if you need anything, just holler.â
Chloe watches as she leaves through the balcony door. She looks at the arrangement of flowers and a small smile forms on her lips. Grabbing her crutches, she manages to get to her bed much easier than before.
Her eyes flutter close and for the first time in a while the nightmare doesnât greet her.
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It's odd. The limo pulls up to the school and yet she doesnât want to leave. The moment the word got out that Queen Bee had gotten hurt, and her civilian form was now stuck in a cast, chaos within the press had broken out.
She was used to the flashes of cameras, being the mayor's daughter had some publicity perks, but she didnât like the limelight on her injury. She wanted to be treated normally. People began to treat her like she was made of glass. She wasnât. She was fine. Yeah...she was fine.
Even her friends saw her differently. Adrien seemed on edge when visiting her as if he personally caused it. Little did she know the fear he was holding as he handed her flowers and told her that he can rely on her for anything. Sabrina tried her hardest not to overwhelm her with concern, but the redhead had burst into tears when she had seen her best friend being bandaged up.
Flowers had started to pile up in her room that she sent them to decorate the lobby of the hotel and even offered others the chocolate she had been gifted. Even many fan letters addressed to Queen Bee had begun to show up and although she adored the attention, reading them while stuck in bed had begun to feel like she had let everyone down.
All she wanted was for people to say their comforting words and go on with their day. Of course, seeing all of her friends standing on the steps of the school to greet her with smiles was a step in the direction she was aiming for. She knew that all of their hearts were genuine, and she didnât mind each of them personally visiting her. They cared about her, and she was happy to know that she had people who did.
Over the past few months, she has grown into a better person. She was tired of being seen as the mean popular girl and learned that making friends with compassion and kindness was always the better way. After all she had learned first-hand from her girlfriend.
Out of the crowd Marinette stepped forward. She held out her hand to help Chloe out of the limo and grabbed her bag so she could get onto her crutches.
âHi.â Marinette said with a smile and kissed her on the cheek. âHow are you doing?â
In all honesty, she was exhausted. Tired of this ugly cast, tired of being treated with kid gloves, tired of it all. But the one thing she would never get bored of, was her girlfriend and those beautiful blue eyes that held care and affection.
The blonde forced a small smile onto her lips. âIâm doing alright, but I would feel better if you walked me to class.â She looked towards the rest of their friends and smiled. âDonât worry these crutches wonât stop me from being fabulous so no need to get worried.â
âHappy to have you back.â Adrien smiled as many heads nodded in agreement.
âSabrina told me that she has all of your notes in your locker.â Marinette said right as the bell rang.
Chloe huffed. âI forgot that I still have schoolwork. This is ridiculous.â
âUtterly ridiculous?â Marinette giggled just as Chloeâs cheeks flushed.
As they started walking, Chloe took Marinette's hand. âIâm really happy to see you.â She whispered.
âYouâve seen me for the past three days straight.â Marinette responded.
âI know but you make everything so much better, even if you do nothing but just be in the same room as me.â
���Aww Bee.â She blushed. âI like being around you too.â
They reached their classroom just as the bell rang signaling that class was about to start. Marinette dropped off Chloeâs bag and helped her into her seat. âIâll see you at lunch.â She winked and went to her seat next to Alya.
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Marinette stared at the back of Chloeâs head the entire day. Although she had seen her as Ladybug the night before, it didnât help the fact that the guilt was stirring around her. Again, and again, she tried to remind herself that it wasnât her fault. That her girlfriend falling from the rooftop and waking up with a broken leg was just a mishap with an akuma.
It didnât help though. She could see it in Chloe's eyes. The desperation on her face when she was told that the cast would be there for a few months. Those crutches would become a new normal and she wouldnât be able to do certain activities with her friends such as swimming just as the sun was coming out. It wasnât fair and she felt like she let her down not only as a superhero, but as a friend.
There was something off about Chloe as she went through the day. At lunch, people gave her some flowers and offered to sign her cast, but she had declined any signatures. Marinette offered her company on the bench and held out a small box of sugar cookies. âI made these last night for you.â
She could see Chloeâs shoulders instantly relax a little and a small beam of pride was felt as Chloe took the box and thanked her.
âI was wondering if you wanted me to come over tomorrow night. My mom and dad are out for the weekend on a delivery so I would be alone.â Marinette said. âI was thinking of a movie night, and I made some designs for your cast and crutches.â
There was a part of Chloe that wanted to be by herself. However, the other side of her wanted nothing more than to be cuddled up next to Marinette while a movie played in the background. Her social battery was becoming challenged lately but Marinette only seemed to add energy as she never got tired of being around her.
âHonestly, I could use some girlfriend time. I love my dad, but he's been babying me and although Iâm in a cast, I can still handle myself. Plus, I can hardly stand this ugly thing.â She tapped on her cast. âTomorrows perfect.â
âAwesome! Iâll bring over my art supplies and a bunch of movies.â Mari smiled and kissed her on the cheek as the bell rang. âHere let me get your bag.â She offered and put it on her shoulder.
âIt's alright, I can probably carry it myself.â Chloe tried to reach for it but instead Marinette took her hand and placed a kiss to her knuckles.
âIâm sure you can but I would like to carry my girlfriend's stuff.â
âAlright Dupain-Cheng. Just let me know when you get tired of it, all we need is for you to fall down the stairs and get put into your own cast.â Chloe teased.
Marinette rolled her eyes playfully. âIâm not that clumsy.â
âOf course not. But you are cute.â She winked and started to walk to class leaving a flushed Marinette behind.
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Everywhere she looked there was glitter. It was as if someone had taken all the sparkle particles in the city and sent them straight to her bedroom. Yellows, purples, golds and pinks of all shaped plastic that was as tiny as the tip of the pin covered her hands.
âMari, I love the enthusiasm but am I going to have to get my room deep cleaned?â Chloe asked as she wiped her hands on a towel and yet the glitter still shined across her palm.
Marinette giggled as she grabbed another paintbrush and dipped it into black paint. âIt will come out soon, or in a day-maybe even a year.â
The blonde wanted to be annoyed that she could potentially wake up covered in the stuff but seeing her girlfriend enjoying herself as she decorated those ugly crutches was enough to make her okay with the sacrifice of her rug.
âWell as long as my crutches look better than anyoneâs ever had, I donât mind.â She smirked.
âIâm sure they will. And done!â Marinette exclaimed and stood up to examine the crutches. âWhat do you think?â
Chloe always knew that Marinette was an artsy person, anyone could tell that just by looking at her. No matter how many times she was shown her work, she would always be in awe at how amazing it was.
The crutches had gone from a dull light grey to a masterpiece. They had been painted a light yellow and had black flowers all around them. Small bees were hidden all around and had glitter on top to add a little extra flair. Even the cushions that her arms rested on were now wrapped with black fabric.
âThey look stunning.â Chloe gasped.
âA Queen Bee theme for a queen.â Marinette smiled and placed them against the wall so that the paint could dry. âThey should be dry in a couple hours so if you need to move around, Iâll help you around.â
âThank you, Marinette, I love them a lot.â
âAnything for you.â She kissed her cheek. âNow are you ready for the cast? I was thinking of painting sunflowers and then our friends can sign the petals to make it even more special.â
âThat sounds lovely.â Chloe says as Marinette moves her leg, so her cast is sitting in her lap.
âPerfect! Will you pass me the yellow paint?â She points.
Chloe reaches to the bucket of paints and picks out the tube of yellow and hands it to her. Her eyes shift over to her crutches, and she focuses on the bees. She loves it and thinks it's pretty, but her chest still feels tight when she thinks about her being Queen Bee.
âMarinette, can I tell you a secret?â She whispers and she feels like she wants to take the words back when Marinette looks up at her.
âOf course, always.â She responds and sets her brush down.
âI shouldnât be Queen Bee.â
Marinette's eyes shot wide open as she's shocked from the words that left her lips. âWhat? Why would you say that?â
She expected her to react like this but something about the look in Marinette's eyes makes her wonder why she looks so upset. She suddenly feels so small, and she knows that if she speaks, tears will follow.
She feels Marinette take her hand. âIs this because you got hurt?â
Chloe sniffles and she turns her head away. âIt's more than just that. It's nightmares and letting everyone down.â
âChloe.â She frowns. âYou didnât let anyone down.â
âIt's ridiculous Marinette. I really thought that I could be this amazing superhero and be helpful. Instead, I was a fool that almost cost us the win. Ladybug told me that the miraculous would be waiting for me once Iâm better, but I donât think I should go back. I canât mess up again.â Chloe looks at her and now she can see it.
She can see the heartbreak in Chloeâs eyes. The bags from hardly any sleep are showing up and she wishes she noticed sooner. Every time she had visited Chloe, she never talked about the nightmares, or the cast and she didnât want to bring it up herself. It's weighing on her and all she wants to do is reach out and take away the pain.
Tears gather in Marinette's eyes. She had never seen pure devastation on her girlfriend's face or seen how vulnerable she is allowing herself to be. The conversation she had when she was Ladybug comes back. She takes a breath because she isnât sure her words would work when Ladybugs didnât do so well.
âYou know what I admire about you?â Marinette starts and cups her cheek. âYou have a remarkable amount of bravery. It's okay to mess up and make mistakes, but what really counts is if you get back up again.â
A sigh leaves the blondes' lips. âI donât know.â
âI can see it in your eyes Chloe. No matter what, you love helping people as Queen Bee. Getting hurt doesnât make you a bad superhero. It makes you human. No one will blame you for being scared to go back out there. You have so much courage just considering it. I believe Ladybug when she says she wants you back out there. Youâre amazing and I wish I could show you how great you are.â
âDo you really think she means it? That sheâs waiting for me?â She asks.
âDefinitely. Ladybug would never cast you aside.â She reassures her.
Through her sobs Chloe letâs out a laugh. âThat's exactly what Chat Noir said.â
Marinette's eyes widen when she realizes the pun she just accidentally said and scoffs. âOf course, he did.â Her thumb catches another tear. âI mean it Chloe. Not as just your girlfriend but as someone who truly believes in you and is on your side. You are the only Queen Bee for Paris. Plus, it would be utterly ridiculous of you not to go back out there.â She tried to make her smile.
And it works. The tears slow as Chloe takes a deep breath. âIt would be ridiculous, wouldnât it?â
Marinette scoots closer and nuzzles her nose against hers. âI mean if you quit then I couldnât brag at how my amazing, stunning and absolutely gorgeous girlfriend is one of the greatest superheroes the world has ever seen.â
âWell, we couldnât let that happen.â Chloe giggles as she feels her heart becoming lighter.
It becomes clear to Chloe that she canât let this affect her. She wouldn't let a broken foot and fear hold her back. No, she was going to be the hero her girlfriend believed her to be. She wanted to rise to the challenge and get her mojo back. Make sure that Ladybug knew that she was ready to get back out there and be back on her team. She wanted to see Pollen again and help stop Hawk Moth.
âYouâre amazing Chloe.â Marinette and that's enough for Chloe to want to be better.
It has always been Marinette cheering her on. She wonât let her down. She leans forward and takes Marinette's lips slowly. It's soft and slow but fills her stomach with butterflies. A warmth fills her chest as Marinette kisses her back. She runs her hand through her dark hair, pulling her impossibly closer and she can feel the smile forming on her girlfriend's lip.
âThank you, Marinette, for believing in me.â She said as they pulled apart.
âI always will Chloe.â She responds just as she kisses her again.
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                         A month later
âAlright Ms. Bourgeois, your cast is officially off, and you wonât be needing to rely on crutches anymore. All I suggest is taking it easy for about a week or two, but you recovered extremely well.â The doctor smiled and Chloe could feel a new freedom as she wiggled her toes.
âIt's about time.â She spoke.
âYou can discard your crutches in the other room if you no longer want them.â
Chloe turned to her crutches that were still as pretty as the day they were painted. âAbsolutely not. These crutches are the best in Paris and there is no way that I am getting rid of them.â She then sees her cast sitting on the back counter. âI want to keep that too.â
âYou want to keep your cast?â The doctor questions.
She only scoffs and hops off the medical table. âOf course! My friends worked hard to make it look special, it's going to be framed to remember my time of bravery.â
The doctor shrugs. âOkay then, youâre free to go Ms. Bourgeois.â
âThank you.â She huffed and grabbed her crutches before heading out toward her limo.
For the first time in what feels like a century, she's able to get into the car without any help. She can cross her legs and shift comfortably. âIâm never taking advantage of walking again.â She says to herself as she pulls out her phone. She dials a number and on the second ring it picks up.
âMari? We have a date in the park this Saturday and I want your finest sugar cookies.â
She hears her girlfriend's soft laugh on the other side of the phone. âIâll be there.â
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It had been a few days since the cast was removed. She felt perfectly fine, and everyone was starting to revert back to treating her normally. No more kid gloves or pampering hand and foot excessively. Now it was them pampering her hand and foot normally, just how she liked.
She stared in the mirror as she reached for a hair tie to pull her hair up. Behind her, she heard a tapping noise coming from her balcony door. Looking at the time, she realized she had about ten minutes before her date with Marinette.
Another tap from the door and she rolled her eyes.
âStupid wind.â She complained as she walked over to the door. Instead of the wind or a random object, the hero of creation stood before her. âLadybug?â She gasped.
The hero offered a bright smile. âHeard you got the cast off and Iâm in need of some assistance.â She said as she held out the miraculous box.
Any doubt or guilt she had carried over the last few weeks had vanished. There was a hint of pride in Ladybug's eyes as she offered the power to her.
Chloe reached out for it before hesitating. âI have a date with Marinette.â She frowned.
Panic settled in as Ladybug held the box. âUh, Iâm sure she will understand. After all, you are a superhero and about to help save Paris. Plus, you then get to tell her about all the exciting action you faced!â She said quickly.
Chloe thought about it for a second.
âI guess youâre right. She is one of the most understanding people around, unlike most of the fools I know. Now, hand me that box Ladybug, I have a villain to crush.â
A bright golden light emerged, and Pollen faced her with a smile.
âMy Queen.â Pollen bowed.
âIt's nice to see you again.â Chloe patted her on the head. âTime to remind Paris who their Queen Bee is!â
âAbsolutely!â Pollen cheered.
âPollen. Buzz on!â
As the light surrounded her, it filled her with joy. There was no darkness, no villain taking her down. Fear of failure was a thing of the past.
A hand came onto her shoulder. âIt's good to have you back Queen Bee.â Ladybug said.
Chloe turned and engulfed her in a hug. It took them both by surprise, but she felt Ladybugs arms around her. âThank you.â She whispered.
âYou are always going to be Parisâs bee.â
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There was a rush of adrenaline flowing through her as she transformed back to her civilian form. She handed Ladybug her miraculous and for the first time in months, she was at peace with herself.
âYou did amazing Chloe! Give Marinette my best.â Ladybug said as she zipped away.
Without wasting any time, Chloe rushed over to the park to find Marinette sitting on a picnic blanket.
âSorry for the wait.â Chloe said as she joined her on the blanket.
Marinette laughed and handed her a drink. âDonât worry about it. I ran back to the bakery to grab some stuff, so your timing is perfect.â
âWell, you have to be perfect to be a superhero.â Chloe smirked proudly. âIâm not sure if you saw but I got the final blow in.â
âI was on the edge of my seat watching the Lady Blog. You looked incredible.â Mari said as she took her hand. âIâm really happy you didnât give up. Youâre an inspiration to others by teaching them to not let fear hold them back. Ladybug is lucky to have you.â
Chloe felt her cheeks flush at her girlfriend's words. Pure adoration was clear on Marinette's face. âIf anything, Iâm lucky to have you.â Chloe told her before kissing her on the lips.
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Thank you for reading :)Â
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Headcanons for being Bucky Barnesâ adoptive child
Bucky Barnes x child!reader
warnings: knife
a/n:
prompt: @multifandomlover121: âi adored your natasha romanoffâs child headcanons! could you do one with bucky barnes and him adopting a child? thank you!!â
bucky saw someone in need and wanted to help them
that someone was you
he would have wanted someone to do the same for him
âare you okay, kid?â
âiâm fine...â
âare you sure?â
â...noâ
you kinda started crying and ran off
but that wasnt the last time he had seen you
the more heâd run into you, the more heâd check on you, offer you food/water/shelter
âi really donât mind, itâs the least i could doâ
âare you sure?â
âi amâ
you began to trust bucky more as time went on, he really was helpinh you out of the kindness of his heart
and buck became more protective of you, of course
soon enough he saw you as his child and you saw him as your father, neither of you had had a bond like that before
âiâm going to the market, do you want anything?â
âuh, peaches?â
âgot it, be back in a while, donât answer the door for anyoneâ
âgot it, paâ
that was the first time you called him âpaâ and he shut the door behind him and stood there in SHOCK he was so ???!!!!
you asked him about his life, and at first he didnât want to tell you much
âpleaseee? it all seems so interestingâ
âwell, i donât remember it much. and everything i do remember isnât very greatâ
âis that why youâre lying low?â
âyeah...thatâs one of themâ
âcan you tell my how you got your metal arm?â
you tried not to pry but you were disappointed that he wouldnât open up to you
he knew just about everything about the short past you had, all the highs and lows of your messy childhood before he met you
bucky lived in a one bedroom apartment, so he gave you the bedroom and slept on the couch
honestly you guys led your lives mainly inside the apartment just to stay safe
and filling the day was a bit difficult, but you managed
âcan i watch tv?â
âafter the newsâ
âyou said that twenty minutes agoâ
âwell, itâs not over yet. just watch it with meâ
âcan i pleaaaase watch tv?â
that âpleaaaaseâ always makes him cave
you two also baked together! it calms his nerves
especially when he can smell cookies/brownies/cake/etc baking in the oven, itâs his favorite
âare you sure weâre making these right, y/n?â
âno, i am not.â
helping him clean his arm sometimes
he couldnât get in the crevices
one day you were watching tv and it said that bucky was wanted for a bombing, which couldnt be true because that was in vienna and you were far from there
âso thatâs what you didnât want to tell me? youâre a...â
âa terrorist? an assassin? an 100 year old man? i...i wish i wasnât, but i had no choice. i canât remember everything that happened to me, but i donât want to. this new life is good for me and you. and i promise i would never do anything to hurt youâ
âi know, pa, i trust you more than anyone else on earth. but...what does this mean for us now? the whole world is looking for youâ
ânothing, they wont find us here. iâm going to the market for plums, though. keep the door and windows lockedâ
âyes sirâ
âlove you, kidâ
âlove you, paâ
and the next thing you know the door has been opened and you do not know what to do so you hide because thatâs the plan you and bucky came up with just in case and next thing you know thereâs sounds of fighting, things breaking, yelling
itâs time to come out
âpa? pa, where are you?â
ây/n, get down!â
âbucky, who is that?â -cap
âmy kidâ
steve immediately: ????Âż???
ur WHAT
anywhooo you ended up running with them and not able to keep up bc they were kinda enhanced 100 year old men and you were baby
so the falcon, the REAL DEAL MAN RIGHT THERE had to give you a helping hand
âyou doing alright, kid?â
âto be honest, iâve never flown beforeâ
â¨getting arrested with pa and the crewâ¨
you sat next to steve rogers
âso, youâre buckyâs...child?â
âhe took me in a while ago, we were both in a dark placeâ
âhas he told you about his past?â
âi ask but he cant remember most of it, and what he does remember, heâs too ashamed to say. he just recently told me he used to be an assassin...and heâs and eldery manâ
âhey, whatever happens to buckâyour dad, i just want to let you know that iâll be here for you, okay? he was my best friend growing up, i owe it to himâ
itâs a feat to be a minor caught by the CIA but look at you go
you had to explain how you and bucky became family, which they were not buying even though every word was true
releasing you to steve bc he had some pull
oh yeah bucky kinda sorta went feral and you insisted youâd be able to calm him down but it doesnât exactly work that way
âpa! iâm right here, itâs me! please, stop it!â
ây/n, you need to get out of here, itâs not safe!â
âi canât leave him like this!â
escaping the CIA and waiting for your dad to wake up, this is where he regained his full memory
once he was free of the debris, he gave you a big hug and apologized with tears in his eyes (why the fuck am i rhyming)
âiâm sorry if i scared you, dragÄâ
âi couldnât ever be scared of youâ
steve was so happy that bucky was happy dhshshshhshs
being pushed in the backseat with pa
sharing your granola bar
since bucky remembered some good thinsg about his past, he thought it may be time to share!
âyeah, so me and steve were best friends, right? steve always picked fights with every bully he met, despite being less than half the weight he is now. i always had to swoop in and save the dayâ
âi canât believe you were born in 1917. my father is a world war two veteranâ
âhow impressiveâ -sam, also a war vet
honestly they didnât expect THAT much resistance at the airport but everyone knew you were off limits
excellent spiderman who webbed your hand to a car
luckily, your dad had taught you a thing or two and you got to hacking through these webs with your pocket knife
it took forever
but you finally escaped with your dad and who youâd soon call âuncle steveâ
black widow nearly stopped you, you were very afraid :)
bucky made u stay in the jet âfor your own safetyâ
âwe donât know what to expect in there, y/n. the last thing i want for you is to get hurt. i should have never dragged you into thisâ
steve casually talking to bucky about you being unofficially adopted by him
âso, youâre a dad?â
âthat i amâ
âwhatâs it like?â
âitâs like...finding a reason to get up every day. and a decent amount of compromiseâ
âsounds excitingâ
âyou have no ideaâ
finally being retrieved from the jet to see your dad with one arm
trippin out
but he told you it was alright
tâchalla, new king of wakanda who was trying to end buckyâs life just a few hours ago had apologized and offered you sanctuary in his country
he SPECIFICALLY apologized to you, saying that it was unfair to you by trying to hurt your father because the pain of losing one is unbearable in his eyes
getting some much needed peace (not really bc you wanted to train with wakandan warriors)
and it paid off since you all had to fight off a hoard of aliens
âyou think you can handle this, y/n?â
âoh yeahâ
you definitely could not handle your dad turning to dust :)
:))))))
ây/n? steve?â
no nope no
steve had to take care of you on buckyâs five year hiatus from life (oh my god im sorry)
not a day went by that you didnât think of him
it kinda sucked bc you didnât have any pictures together or anything, only pictures from the 1940âs that steve pulled out every once in a while
âdoing okay, y/n?â
ânot reallyâ
âdo you want to come and watch a movie with me or something? im still not completely caught up on everything i missedâ
after five years, there was a breakthrough and it was finally time to get your dad back
but he probably wouldnât recognize you...youâll find out soon enough
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Squiddy and the Obey Me Brothers Relationships!
This is an Obey Me x Squiddy head-cannons. Squiddy is my Obey Me persona and this is her relationships with the brothers.Â
Lucifer
When Squiddy and Lucifer first met she was beyond terrified. I mean come on, bro is in his demon form pressing her out and threatening her life. If he asked her to jump, she'd ask how high.
When Lucifer first seemed to be warming up to her, she swore to Mammon that Lucifer was plotting her demise, and how him being nice to her was a ploy to make her drop her guard so she could slip up and he'd can punish her.
Honestly, it took a while for Squiddy to get close to Lucifer and let her guard down and truly trust him. Occasionally whenever the two hangout together for a drink, Squiddy will flirt with the oldest because she loves to see him flustered.
Mammon
Now with Mammon, Squiddy could relate to how his brothers were treating him, so she always made sure to be nice to him. After she helped him obtained his one true love, Goldie, Mammon asked why a weak human like Squiddy was being so nice to him, to which she responded, "Everyone deserves to be treated nicely, besides I bet you're a cool guy." And with that, Squiddy gained her first pact and oh so very clingy friend. she does not mind at all <3
Now just like Mammon, Squiddy has a bit of a money spending problem. She will happily go gambling with Mammon if that means she can spend more time AND buy her in game purchases, it's a win-win situation....until the both of them are running away from the casino after losing an all or nothing bet.
It goes without saying that these two got close real quick, often having sleepover's in her room, plotting how to make money by gaining pictures of Lucifer, going out together. Unlike Mammon though, Squiddy will not steal from the other brothers and is often stopping Mammon from doing so. But whenever it is just the two of them hanging out they just vibe, Squiddy casually flirts with Mammon, and the both of them telling each other things they'd never tell anyone else.
Leviathan
The moment Squiddy mentioned she liked anime and gaming, Leviathan thought he was living in one of his favorite anime's "This normie isn't totally a normie! She likes anime and gaming too! is she my soulmate?!?!?!" After explaining to him how this is not an anime, the two of them seem to hit it off. They both had even forgot about how he almost killed her a few days ago in a trivia quiz!
These two will spend hours in Leviathan's cosplaying, gaming, cosplaying WHILE gaming, binge anime, and binge anime while cosplaying. Half of the time while cosplaying they forget to lock the door, all of the brothers at some point has either seen the two of them half naked, in some questionable costumes, odd poses, the whole shebang.
Now Leviathan is in no way calm with Squiddy whenever she decides to just get dressed in cosplay in his room, he's a babbling mess. Looking away, sneaking small glances at her, gets flustered and goes on a rant about how much easier this would be if she just got dressed in her room, yet insists for her to get dressed in his room when doing the more...revealing cosplay's because he didn't want his brothers seeing Squiddy like that.
When it's just the two of them, Leviathan is a panicked mess whenever she sit near him, lay with him in his bed, or even share the same blanket. The both of them are competitive during games....doesn't mean Squiddy is good at competitive games, but a simple flirtatious comment is enough to keep Squiddy's win streak high against Leviathan.
Satan
Like Lucifer, Satan scared Squiddy, especially after finding out about his torture books. After being reassured for months that he'd never her, Squiddy began to slightly relax, until he got upset about her denying to make a pact with her. Now she was definitely avoiding him, always hiding behind Beelzebub or Leviathan whenever Satan entered the room. This amused Satan for awhile until he felt the urge to get closer to her.
Satan approaches Squiddy with a simple question "Do you like to read?" And Squiddy responded with "If manga and fan-fiction counts then definitely!" Satan has never heard of fan-fiction and demanded Squiddy explain to him what is was. She immediately pulls out her D.D.D and goes to an human world app called 'Wattpad' and proceeded to show Satan the safer options of what she reads. She explains to him what it is and he is utterly disappointed in what she had said. He laughs at her and proceeds to grab her wrist and take her to him room. All day Squiddy was held captive in Satan's room being forced to listen to him read fantasy and other fiction books. Simply because he though she might like them. he was not wrong
These two can be caught in the library reading whatever Satan picks out, because he plans to show Squiddy the wonders of "true literature"
Asmodeus
Squiddy feared of Asmodeus, not because he appeared intimidating, but because she didn't want him to figure out what type of things she's into. She's aware that his seduction doesn't work on her yet she still refuses to look him in the eye. Squiddy enjoys hanging out with him but hated how she became a flustered and stuttering mess around Asmodeus. The way he would caress her body, whisper compliments in her ears, it drove her crazy.
Squiddy didn't mind doing skin care routines with Asmodeus, she always told herself in the human world that she'd get into one and never stuck with it, so its nice to have a demon to constantly remind her about it. During these skin care routines Asmodeus is constantly flirting with Squiddy and it throws her in for a loop. Squiddy was never the one being hit on, she was the one hitting on her friends; her SHY friends. Asmodeus loves to see Squiddy hot and bothered but obviously wont do anything without her consent.
It took Asmodeus about a month to figure out what Squiddy was into, and when he confronted her about them she absolutely panicked. He noticed the way she'd intensely stare at the brothers hands, or the way she'd crossed her legs in her seat whenever she got called certain names, or the way whenever she sat on his lap and he'd do what he normally does flirting, touching, or teasing, how he'd feel her core throb on his leg, and so much more. It was all too cute for Asmodeus not to bring it up. Squiddy tries to fight for her dignity, but alas, nothing gets past the Avatar of Lust.
Beelzebub
Beelzebub's height intimidated her, I mean bro literally towered her, but she did loved it at the same time. Beel was always kind to Squiddy because she never touched his food. When Squiddy mentioned how she wanted to help get his brother back, and fix him and his brothers relationship he was elated. He'd join Squiddy and Mammon in her room to have movie nights and even teach Squiddy how to make him and his brothers favorite meals.
Beel will willingly share his food with Squiddy if she asks, he doesn't mind at all. When he found out about Squiddy's sweet tooth he used her favorite desserts to bribe her into working out with him, he knows Squiddy is not in shape athletically, and he wants her to be healthy. So for every 3 weeks she works out without any complaints, he'll take her out to Devildom's best bakery for a dessert binge.
Squiddy has insomnia, and she will often go to Beel's room and snuggle into him because he's a great cuddler in Squiddy's opinion. Unlike Levi's tub she doesn't wake up with neck cramps, unlike Mammon, Beel isn't sprawled across her uncomfortably. Unlike Asmo, Beel isn't constantly trying to get a rise outta her, Unlike Satan...Beel's bed is actually useable, Belphie is a instant no from Squiddy, she doesn't want to bother Lucifer with her insomnia knowing he has a bunch of work to do. So that leaves Beel, a gentle giant who keeps his warm embrace until the morning. or until he gets hungry in the night.
Belphegor
Squiddy actually liked Belphie when she was helping the demon brother to escape his imprisonment. She was overjoyed when she saw the barrier keeping him locked in his prison be broken. That was before he killed her. That was before Squiddy traveled back in time and watched her past self bloody body being held in Mammon's arms as he sobbed. This made her heart shatter. When she made eye contact with Belphie and he went to kill her again, she decided that she would never forgive Belphie.
Literally the next day when Belphie was being all lovey dovey towards Squiddy she was disgusted. She couldn't believe homeboy, didn't even give her time to recover from what she saw. Squiddy is still respectable towards Belphie, especially around the other brothers but she is extremely passively-aggressive towards him. She refuses to do group work with him, and refuses to have a conversation longer than 5 minutes with him.
He knows that he cannot change the past so he returns the passive-aggressive attitude but will do anything she say in hopes that sheâll forgive him one day.
#obey me beelzebub#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me belphegor#obey me fanfic#obey me headcanon#obey me x oc#obey me x mc#obey me x original character#obey me headcanons#headcanon#house of lamentation
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Mister Nice Guy, part 2
part one
Summary:Â Shit hits the fan, and the rest of the BAU is done with it.
Word Count:Â 3523
Reader:Â he/him trans man, no physical description
Warnings:Â case involving targeting gay people, brief mention of a child abduction case, coming out/anxiety of experiencing transphobia (no actual transphobia though), alcohol, swearing
@aleccolocco (sorry it took so long to finish lol)
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"No, that doesn't make any sense at all, doctor!" you spat his title. "He's not jealous of these couples, killing what he can't have, or a homophobe, punishing gay people for being happy. He's putting an end to their unhappy relationships. He sees it as mercy." Over the months, your cold war with Reid turned into outright conflict, and tonight, alone in the police station in Oregon, was no exception. Hotchner had tasked the two of you with presenting the preliminary profile the next morning, and it was going as well as conversations ever went.
"We have no evidence that he knows they're unhappy, though. All of his victims are clearly happy in their relationships," Reid challenged.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Please. One look at their social media and it's obvious that the relationships are on the rocks."
"Where do you get that? All I see are typical happy relationships. Selfies, checking into special events together, posts about kind things one does for the other. Nothing indicating a troubled relationship to me."
"The gentlemen doth protest too much. They're painting an overly happy painting on social media, hoping that some of that happiness will actually become real. They're desperate for the relationship to work."
"Let's say you're right. I don't think you are, but let's pretend for the sake of trying to see your logic through. Why? Why would they be so desperate to save a failing relationship?"
"God, straight men just don't fucking get it!" You went to grab a file, missing his small flinch. "You don't understand how limited the dating pool for men who are into men is. Look at the most recent couple in particular. The most lovey-dovey on social media, and got the most brutal deaths."
"Yes, because they were the happiest. My theory holds," Reid interrupted.
"No. Look, this guy put way more out there on social media than his partner, and look at the pictures he posted. Look how forced his smile is, look at the body language. He needs this relationship to work, because dating as a gay man is one thing, dating as a gay trans man is almost impossible. Having to start over and deal with transphobia over and over again is worse than being in a bad relationship. In his eyes, I mean." Shit, the first person I come out to on this team cannot be Spencer fucking Reid. He doesn't deserve the honor.
"That was yesterday. We haven't gotten the autopsy report yet. How could you possibly know that he's trans?"
"Testosterone vials and needles in the bathroom. Neither of them are old enough for a cis man to reasonably have issues that require testosterone injections. It's HRT, hormone replacement therapy."
"Even if you're right, your conclusion still seems like a much bigger jump than mine, that the killer sees the relationships as happy and is lashing out at that, be it from jealousy or homophobia."
"Whatever. You'll see tomorrow, when we talk to the M.E., that he was trans, and that fact backs me up. I am absolutely right about this, and you will eat your words. Then I will present my theory, and you can choke on yours."
"We? You anticipate us spending more time together?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I meant 'we' as in the team, asshat. The world doesn't revolve around you. Mine sure as hell doesn't. I'm gonna go back to the hotel, write my own damn preliminary profile, and try to get some fucking sleep. Clearly we won't agree on this."
"We don't ever agree on anything," he pointed out.
"Not true. We agree that we dislike each other and can't get along. Good night, doctor." You turned and walked away, not giving him a chance to respond.
This man is going to be the death of me, he thought as he watched you walk away.
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The autopsy report came in the next day, and you were right. The tech team also found a locked notes app on his phone that catalogued his unhappiness and fear of leaving. You presented your preliminary profile to the team. Reid didn't even argue; he just sat in silence, leaving the room as soon as you were finished. Never one to pass up a chance to gloat for beating him, you offered to get coffee for the team, got everyone's order, and left shortly behind him.
You were expecting to catch up to him, his impossibly long legs be damned. You weren't expecting him to be waiting for you. He pulled you into an empty interrogation room and pushed you up against a wall, his face just inches from yours. It was only a moment before being flustered by the closeness and those goddamn eyes were replaced by anger.
"What the FUCK, Reid?"
"What game are you playing, Y/N? What game are we playing? What's your endgame?" He spoke quickly and softly, but there was an intensity in his voice that had you captivated.
"I'm the one playing games?" You pushed him back, away from you. "You're the one who decided to hate me before we even met. When I transferred, all I wanted was to do a good job and fit in with the team. But quite literally from the minute I walked through the door, you'd decided you hate me. Turnabout is just fair play, gorgeous." Oh, fuck.
"Gorgeous?" You walked past him to the other side of the room, running a hand through your hair and turning your back on him. "Fine. Yeah, okay? I wanted approval from the brilliant and handsome Doctor Spencer Reid. In a way that's respectful of your heterosexuality, of course." You turned around and faced him again. "But that doesn't matter, because you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with me right off the bat."
"What makes you think I'm straight?" He's fucking with me, now that that cat is out of the bag. Great. Fucking cishet men. Even he's no different. Thank god he still thinks I'm cis.
"Garcia mentioned in her newbie-run-down that you're 'awkward, but in a cute way, especially around women'. Plus, she mentioned that Emily is bi, leaving everyone else implied straight as even the best cishet allies are wont to do. And as we both know, Penelope knows everything.
And before you make the hearsay argument I can see forming in that brilliant head of yours, I've heard and seen too much about your impeccable memory to assume you don't remember when we all went to the bar after my first case. I was unabashedly Queer, friendly flirting with Derek and calling out cishet bullshit. When I did the latter, you literally rolled your eyes and walked away. Which is, funnily enough, some cishet bullshit.Â
JJ said you were just going through a thing and things would get better, but they just got worse. I'm not going to ask you to spill whatever was going on, because it's not my business, but god damn, dude. Why did you hate me so much so quickly?"
"You asked JJ about me?" He took a few steps towards you, a small smile on his face.
"That's the part you focused on? Jesus fucking Christ. Yes, I asked her about why you decided to hate me before we even met. Whatever. I hope you got whatever you were looking for by pulling me in here. I'm done. Done with this conversation, done with whatever has been going on with you and us since the day I transferred." You turned to leave, but he grabbed your arm. It was barely more than a light touch, but you let it stop you.
"Y/N. I can't-" he sighed. "God, you make my head spin. I can't organize my thoughts enough to say what I want to. JJ was right, there was something I had to work through, and I guess you'd made up your mind about me before I figured it out. It isn't an excuse for how I treated you, just an explanation. As for the more recent development of arguments⌠I guess I read a subtext that wasn't there. I could never dislike you, let alone hate you. I am truly sorry for- for all of it." With three long strides, he was out the door.
Make his head spin? What subtext? Since when is he unable to say what's on his mind? And what was that about not disliking me? All we've done since we met is argue or ignore each other. Why else would he act like that? Why do I even care? Why am I so knotted up about what he's thinking and feeling? Whatever. Fuck him, and not in the fun way. I've gotta go get coffee for the team. As you were getting the coffee, you couldn't get the memory of his face, so close to yours, to stop playing in your head.
The rest of the case was mostly as normal, but there was an energy between you and Spencer that was distant like when you joined the team, but there was something else to it that you couldn't quite put your finger on. It made you a little bit sad, though, for reasons you didn't understand.
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"I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. I pulled away from you because it terrified me how much I loved you from the moment you walked through the door that first day. Being around you, even when we were arguing, made me feel alive in a way I never had before. You're all I think about, you're all I could ever want. I love you."
"I⌠I love you too." You didn't know which one of you moved, maybe you both did, but in an instant, you were kissing Spencer Reid, and you couldn't have been happier.
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You woke up with a start, breathing heavily. You looked around; you were in your room, home alone, and it was 3:37 am. What the hell was that?
Four hours later, you trudged through the door of the BAU office, venti red-eye in hand. You made it about ten steps before Derek had his arm around your shoulders.
"Whoa there, hot stuff. Rough night?" You tried to shake him off, but he wouldn't budge, so you just kept walking, making him go with you towards your desk.
"So not your business, Derek. You being open with your personal life doesn't mean we all have to be open like that with ours."
"Personal life, huh? So who is he? More importantly, how was he, and should we expect more mornings like this in the future?" You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him away. You'd reached your desk, so you sat on top of it, facing him. As you did, you made eye contact with Spencer, who was well within earshot. His face was unreadable, and you weren't sure why him hearing Morgan tease you like that upset you. It never had before.
"No, Derek. There's no one. Just some nightmares. Nothing major; I'll be fine by tomorrow." You got off your desk, sat in your chair, and logged into your laptop. Derek whistled and walked away without another word, shaking his head.
You tried to focus on the paperwork you needed to get done, but you couldn't stop thinking about that dream. The feeling of his lips on yours⌠it felt so real.
This is ridiculous. Love? We don't even like each other. Well⌠there was the stuff he was saying yesterday- 'I could never dislike you, let alone hate you', and some sort of subtext? But not disliking someone is a far cry from love. Plus, he's straight, so this is all absurd. And even if he DID have feelings for me, I sure as hell don't return them. I mean, maybe he's not as awful as I've thought, especially if he wasn't coming from a place of dislike. And he really is very pretty. Those eyes⌠Wait, what the fuck? This is all fucking ridiculous. I just need to get a full night's sleep tomorrow, and all this weirdness will be gone.
You took a giant gulp of your coffee, shook your head, and ran your fingers through your hair. Fortunately, Hotchner called a team meeting, forcing your attention to other things.
While no case could ever be described as 'normal', this case was pretty cut and dry, once you figured out what you were looking for. No dramatic twist, no tense showdown at his arrest. There weren't many cases like that, but you were very glad that this one was. You never sleep well when on a case, and no matter what you did, you couldn't shake that dream, the butterflies it left in your stomach every time you looked at him, and the strange disappointment when, unlike before that moment in Oregon, he wasn't looking at you.
Two more weeks passed. The energy between you and Spencer, whatever force it was that had drawn you together to argue again and again, was gone. You were polite to each other, and cooperated as necessary, but didn't do more than the bare minimum when it came to interacting with each other. Your interactions were cold and low-spirited. So you were so glad for a fun night out with Penelope, Emily, and JJ.
"So, Y/N, things seem⌠different⌠between you and Spencer these days. Did something happen?" Emily's tone made it clear that the three of them had intended to bring this up long before the plan to get drinks was even made. "I appreciate y'all waiting until I had a couple of drinks in me at least before going here. I guess we just got tired of fighting? I don't know. I can't figure out what's going on in that brilliant head of his. I thought I at least knew where I stood with him, even though it was purely adversarial, but I think I was wrong. But then that leaves me with no idea what he thinks of me or why I care so damn much."
"Really? No idea at all?" JJ asked. "I remember walking by a closed door in the police station in Oregon and hearing the word 'gorgeous' being thrown around." "Oh my god. You heard that?" You buried your face in your hands, and they all laughed.
"Yeah, I did, but only that one word. I'd figured you were on the phone with someone, but then you and Spence both started acting sad. I wasn't sure, of course, that you were talking to him until just now."
"Fuck. Okay, yeah. I think he's pretty. But I'm absolutely not alone in that. Derek calls him Pretty Boy, for goodness' sake. Appreciating someone's beauty doesn't have to mean anything more."
"Y/N, really? After everything we've been through together, you're gonna lie to us like this? Whatever happened, you've both been miserable since, and it's throwing the whole team off balance."
"What do you want me to say, Penelope? That I'm in love with him? He's pretentious and a know-it-all and a nerd and funny and kind and gorgeous and oh my God. I think I'm in love with him." The three women clapped and cheered.
"Finally, you get there! Took you long enough." Emily winked. "So, what's the plan now?"
"Keep this shit between us until my feelings go away. Even if he wasn't straight, I wouldn't risk fucking things up by telling him how I felt. As it is, I stand no chance in hell, so I'm just gonna write this one off as another straight guy I've fallen for and try to move on."
"Y/N, if you tell him-" Penelope started.
"No. You, more than anyone, know why I can't even entertain the idea of trying to be with him. I can't set myself up for that kind of pain. Not here, not where things are so good." You looked at all three of them. "I know that your intentions were good, but I just can't do this. I'm sorry." You grabbed your coat and left.
Your interactions with Spencer changed yet again. Now that you knew you loved him, you couldn't help yourself from being warmer towards him. As the weeks passed, you got closer. After three weeks, you considered him to be a good friend, not that that made things any less painful. You were just hoping that Penelope, Emily, and JJ were going to respect your wishes and drop the subject of your feelings for him.
[From: Penelope]: round table room ASAP
Shit. The last time you'd gotten that text from Penelope, the team left on a serial child abduction case 30 minutes later. So, despite it being your day off, you ran out the door and were there with your go bag in 15 minutes.
But no one else was there. No files on the table, nothing to indicate that there was a new case. You pulled out your phone to call Penelope, but then you heard a commotion outside the door- you'd closed it behind you.
"No, Derek, wait, I don't-"
"Can it, Pretty Boy, and thank me later." Derek opened the door, pushed Spencer into the room, winked at you, and shut the door, all in about 3 seconds.
"Spencer. Um, hi. Is the rest of the team not going to join us? Garcia's text seemed pretty urgent." You tucked your phone into your pocket.
"I don't think so, since I just heard Morgan barricade the door." He tried to open the door and failed.
"Oh my god they're Parent Trapping us. I'm gonna kill them."
Spencer tilted his head, confused. "Parent Trapping?"
"Oh my god have you not seen any of the Parent Trap movies? Were you living under a rock in 1998?" "I was seventeen and working on my first doctorate, so pretty much, yeah," he laughed. You couldn't help but laugh, too, as you firmly ignored how his smile made you absolutely melt.
"Fair enough. The '61 one is good too, but the '98 Lindsay Lohan one is Iconic for good reason. Anyway. The point is, they've locked us in here and won't let us out until we have a conversation."
"Just a conversation? Or do they want us to talk about something in particular?" He took a seat at the table.
"I- yeah, they have a particular topic in mind. I'm so sorry. This is my fault. I was tipsy and said things I should have just kept to myself. I thought they'd respected my wishes and left well enough alone, but clearly they didn't. And they won't let us out of here until I tell you-" you hesitated.
"Tell me what?" He leaned forward, and part of you swore you saw hope in his beautiful brown eyes. You looked at the floor, avoiding them.
"Tell you that I⌠have feelings for you. Romantic, cheesy, butterflies-in-my-stomach feelings. I don't know why they want me to tell you this. We've just gotten to a good place as friends, and you're straight, and-"
Somehow you missed the sound of him getting up and taking the few steps over to you, because you practically jumped out of your skin when his hands were suddenly on your shoulders.
"Y/N. Please, darling, look at me?" Bewildered by the endearment, you did, and his smile was blinding. "I'm not straight. I'm bi, and I think part of me has been in love with you since your first day at the BAU. The thing JJ said I was working through? The potential problems of having feelings for a coworker. For you. As soon as you walked through that door", he pointed and then took both your hands in his, "I loved you. The night at the bar? I was rolling my eyes at myself for how much I wanted to kiss you, and I walked away to stop myself from doing something reckless. I love you, Y/N. Can I do something reckless?"
"I'm trans," you blurted. "I hope that doesn't change anything, but it's something you should know. If knowing that I'm trans changes things, now is the time for you to say something. If it's a problem and it blows up later, it might actually kill me. Because I love you, too. So much. If it doesn't change anything, then please, Spencer, kiss me."
The words were barely out of your mouth before his lips were on yours. You weren't sure how long you were kissing before you were interrupted by cheers from the other side of the door. "Shit, Spencer, they're going to be the worst about this, aren't they?" You were a bit embarrassed by how breathy your voice was, but you were too happy to really care.
"Oh yeah. We're not going to get a moment that's just us in this building ever again. Do you want to get it over with and face them, or would you prefer we stay in this moment a bit longer?"
"What do you think, doctor?" you asked, pulling him in for another kiss.
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Careful {Bruno Bangnyfe x reader}
*************SPOILER WARNING FOR BURN THE WITCH EPISODE 3****************
*also adding in a small content warning for mild language and vaguely sexual intimacy (stradding lap, possessive touch. Reader is also not written as a specific gender)
   I may or may not be obsessed with the âtough guy that is only soft for his partnerâ thing, so hereâs that with Bruno. This actually ended up softer than I was intending, but I still love it. I am also making the reader specialize in healing/protective magic for the sake of the story, but it wont play a big role in this. Enjoy!!
~//~
   The news was pure chaos as glittering destruction fell towards the city, each stardust particle reflecting in terrified eyes of civilians. You watched with shallow, panicked breaths as your eyes locked onto the television in front of you. Bruno was circling one of the seven dragons that was supposed to be a myth, Rickenbacker dodging between stars. Cinderella sat perched on a high clocktower with her wings spread, white feathers glowing in the crimson flames. Two pipers you didnât recognize were also flying with Bruno, but you could tell all of them were struggling against the Marchen.
   Despite the overarching orders to stay inside, you were finding it hard to idly watch your boyfriend get battered by Cinderellaâs attacks. You were anxiously pacing the apartment you shared with Bruno, your own dragon eyeing you from their resting spot on the couch. You knew they were also getting restless with the constant rain of explosions outside on top of being stuck inside for the time being. You were trying to stay away from the windows in the apartment just in case, but you hated not being able to see Rickenbacker flying around.
   âShould we go wait for them?â you asked your dragon. They raised their head and let out a soft growl. You nodded an slipped on a jacket to protect yourself while flying, as well as a mask reminiscent of Brunoâs. Grabbing your witch kit, you and your dragon slid out the front door and through the hallways to the roof. Surveying the city was devastating. Numerous fires combined to fill the sky with choking black haze. The starry glitter was mesmerizing in person, but equally terrifying. You mounted your dragon and waited for a few minutes to fully grasp the situation. Bruno and the pipers had just tried to trap the Marchen, but she sent them flying back with a catastrophic explosion. You gasped before taking off after them, your dragon quickly diving over the edge of the building.
   You landed next to to Bruno and Rickenbacker, quickly sliding off and over to your boyfriend. After removing your mask, your hands instantly flew to his shoulder and face, maneuvering his head so you could assess his bloodied features.Â
   âWhat the hell are you doing here?!â Bruno exclaimed as he shoved your hands away and took a step back. He roughly pulled his mask off and you could see him trying to figure out which thoughts to voice. He was worried and you knew it, but damn it all if you were going to sit by while he could get killed.
   âDo you expect me to just wait in an exploding building and watch you fight a literal fairy tale? Not happening!â you retort, grabbing his face again. His eyes studied yours for a few seconds before you watched his features soften, his initial anger melting away. His gloved hand came to rest over yours and hold it to his face.Â
   âFine, but you are not fighting that thing directly. Itâs bad enough Rickenbacker is already injured-â he started, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist, his fingers digging into your hip as if you would disappear.
   âNot to mention you, but okay,â you interjected, pulling at the red-stained fur around his collar. Bruno rolled his eyes at this, but relented.
   âYeah so letâs keep it at that. I donât want that shitty dragon hurting you.â You pressed a quick kiss to his jaw as a huge shadow passed overhead. âThe hell? Whereâs it going??â Bruno questioned as he let go of you and followed the Marchen to the edge of the building. It continued on as you stopped beside Bruno, a hand resting on his back. Your eyes tracked the large, otherworldly dragon towards where the pipers had fallen.
   âShit, those brats..â you heard Bruno curse moments before explosions blossomed on the roof where they landed. Without hesitation, you both mounted your dragons again, thankful that Rickenbacker was alright after being stunned. Both beasts took off in a wide arc around Cinderella as she landed in front of the pipers and what looked like two civilians to you.
   âSomethingâs off...â you heard Bruno mutter as you flew next to him with practiced ease. Suddenly a bright bolt of light streaked before the city skyline, striking Cinderella through the crown. Both Rickenbacker and your dragon stopped and reared up as you and Bruno looked at each other with shock. Her massive white body glimmered with silenced stars as she fell from the rooftop. Slowly, you both guided your dragons to land on a nearby rooftop and you dismounted.Â
   Brunoâs arm returned to its previous position around your waist and his other hand rested on your cheek. You leaned into his touch as you both scanned each other for new injuries. Bruno sighed as he didnât see anything, and your hands lightly ran up his chest and to his shoulders as you finished checking.
   âSit down so I can take care of your face?â you suggested, rubbing your thumbs across his collarbones. He waited a few seconds before grunting an unassuming reply and slowly letting go of you. He went and sat on one of the few rooftop benches as you prepped your witch kit and a few bandages. As you approached him, Bruno pulled on the back of your leg to get you to straddle his lap.Â
   âI shouldnât be surprised,â you mused, rolling your eyes and smiling a bit. He only smirked in response. One of his hands rested on your thigh while the other circled your back, pressing your chest into his.
   âDonât let me distract you babe. Face reaaally hurts,â he said dramatically, starting to rub your thigh and back a bit. You simply kissed the tip of his nose in response and got to work cleaning the blood and casting minor healing spells over his cuts before bandaging them. Each bandage you placed glowed with a faint green light before it settled, showing that your magic was working.
   âThere,â you started, pecking his lips lightly. âAll done with your face.â You brought a hand up to rest on his cheek, the other going to his chest as he kissed you again with more fervor. He pulled away slowly and nestled his face into your neck, letting out a deep sigh. Bruno pressed a kiss onto the skin there as a silent thank you, his body completely relaxing against yours as you carded your fingers through his hair. You both stayed like that, enjoying the safety and comfort of having each other so close. Bruno broke the silence after a few minutes.
   âLetâs go home,â he breathed, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep with you in his arms. You hummed in response, but didnât let go quite yet. He just sighed before sliding his hands down to your thighs and standing up with you in his arms. You looked up at him with a questioning look, but he didnât say anything. Somehow he managed to maneuver both of you onto Rickenbackerâs spine, you still in his lap. Rickenbacker took off, your dragon following closely behind as the blue dragon flew to your apartment building.
   Bruno was already sliding off of the dragons neck as soon as the large being landed on the roof. You hung onto his neck as he entered the building, your legs squeezing his hips more as he walked. You made note of the amount of skewed pictures in the halls, the result of the star ash explosions. Bruno only put you down upon entering your apartment. Both of you shrugged off your jackets and hung them up near the door. Two pairs of footsteps padded down the hallway past cracked windows and shaken dust. Your witch gear became forgotten on the couch next to Brunoâs, your shoes stacking on top of his haphazardly.Â
   As you entered your shared bedroom, Bruno stripped off his shirt and you quickly changed into more comfortable clothes. Your boyfriend collapsed on top of the bed, easily pulling you on top of him. Your head slid onto his shoulder easily, his arms encasing you protectively.Â
   âYou know weâre gonna have to write a report, right?â you mumbled into his skin, already dreading the duties that would follow tonight. Bruno just groaned in response, his voice becoming something of a drawn out ânoâ. You let out a quiet laugh and pressed yourself further into him as sleep started to claim both of you. The last thing you felt was a small series of kisses being placed on the top of your head and Brunoâs strong hands helping ease any tension in your back.
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I don't bite - part one
 I walked down the street, my hands in my pockets and my headphones on. It was well past midnight and the moon was at its peak. I fiddled with the placement of my headphones resting against my ears, having just got off the bus they were jostled out of position. Normally I didn't ride the bus, instead flying over the city. But, my mission's house was a little past my favorite park, and I had time on my hands. Shoving my hands in my pocket I heaved a sigh. I wasn't really fond of my mission. I hated biting if there wasn't consent. And there wouldn't be in this instance. I dragged my feet, skipping over the cracks in the sidewalk like a child.
    I arrived at his apartment complex a little after one. But I knew he wouldn't be home, it was Saturday, and every Saturday he wasn't home until around three. Hence the headphones. I sat down at the bus stop, he wouldn't be arriving from the bus, amusingly he walked home from wherever he left. But I didn't plan to stand for a whole hour. So sitting down, I waited.
    My eyes met movement, and I felt him come up. I sucked in a breath, I can do this, I can do this. I got up and nonchalantly walked behind him. The tap on my shoulder is what made me whip around, my headphones clattering to the ground. Making my mission turn as well.
    "Hey sweetheart, didn't mean to scare ya, just wanted to ask why you were out here all alone? "
    I stared at him kind of dumbfoundedly, he was clearly homeless, and by the smell wafting off of him I would say he was drunk.
    "Who said she's alone? " the voice was small but firm, as my mission, a guy who's name I wasn't given, walked up besides me, I stilled. both his hands in his pockets. "I told you to keep up, " he handed me my headphones "you know you slow down when wearing these" he made a disappointed frown.
    I looked from him, to the homeless man, then back to him. My brain slowly catching on to what he was doing. He's protecting me, a stranger I forced out a laugh, "haha, gosh I was falling behind, sorry bout that! " I gave him a smile, weary to keep my mouth shut. The homeless man looked at us for a moment, before turning and walking away. Leaving us alone on the sidewalk.
    I turned to fully face the guy. In pictures I had always thought he would be taller, instead, he was only a half an inch taller than me. "Thank you" I sputtered, my brain still catching up to the events that had just transpired. He just stared at me, his face resting in a rather relaxed posture. Neither frowning or smiling.
    "I noticed you were behind me, do you also live in that apartment complex? " his voice was low, like the gentle hum of a cat. His eyes locked with mine, they were a tainted blue with gold lining. This is your chance, no ones around. I clenched my headphones, my mind spinning a million miles a minute.
    "Ah- no, I don't"
    "Oh, " he responded cooley, "well, then, lead the way" it was probably rude to just stare at the boy that basically saved me from someone, but my mouth wouldn't work and my hands were hurting from the plastic rim of the headphones biting into my fingers.
    I gave him a quick smile before forcing my legs forward. Walking aimlessly. He walked beside me quietly, glancing at me every couple minutes. After a while we hit a cafe, and I walked up to the door, once again turning to face my mission. "Thank you,this is my stop, may I ask you your name? "
    "Matthew" he stated.
    "Well then, thank you Matthew" I gave him another small smile. He nodded, his eyes flickering up and down me before he simply walked away. I watched him, my heart beat rapidly increasing with every second. You could still finish your mission, it would be quick, painless I took in another breath. I couldn't do it. He protected me, looked at me like a person. His eyes, blue golden. I felt a small dash of heat nest itself on my cheeks. The anger came second. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't go back empty handed, could I? I failed, I couldn't kill him. Why did it have to be him. A good person with a lax life. I gritted my teeth, there wasn't anything else to do besides head back home. It wont be home much longer. Leaving the coffee shop I headed back to the bus stop, no longer feeling up to walking.
    "What do you mean you couldn't kill him!? " I winced at the tone of voice he used, looking at the wooden floor, unable to make his gaze. The room in question was small, but I felt smaller. It was musty and you breathed smoke with every grab at air. I had spent most of the night into the early hours of the day waiting for him to return. 'Initiation' you could have a home, safety, love and more with a stupid test. I'm an idiot my brain screamed, drilling the words harder then the cutting edge of his own.
    "I-"
    he grabbed my chin with his long nails, cutting into my skin easily.
    "Such a simple task," he growled, "this should of been easy for you, such a waste of energy" this wasn't the first time I had seen him this mad, last week, another lonely vampire seeked refuge with him, and they too couldn't do what was asked. using the hand gripping my chin he yanked me to the floor. I recovered quickly, standing to my feat instantly, taking a small step back. Focusing my attention on his words instead of the burning sensation the cuts caused.
    "You can stay here until sunset, but then, consider yourself cut off" he growled, with that he used his other hand to scratch from my cheek to the length of my neck, leaving a scar. I waited until he left my small room before patching myself up.     Â
    What was I getting myself into? Hot tears trickled down my face, collecting bits of blood on it's way down. I should of never accepted his offer. Idiot, it was stupid to rely on others. All it did was end in pain. It didn't help that I had insomnia. Stupid night Terrors that left me trembling. He had said he could help. Instead he stepped all over me, and I let him. I wiped away the tears. I was fine, I was able to handle myself before and I could do it again.
    I tried to sleep, getting only a few merciful hours before I couldn't stop fidgeting. Thankfully it was a pretty cloudy day, and I didn't own much. Shoving the clothes I did own, and a few other belonging into a bag, I forced myself to leave. Going back to the park, under the shade of a great willow. I breathed in the fresh air, so much better than the musty air of the shady apartment I was forced to stay in. I pulled out my book, enjoying the quiet.
    A small shuffle got my attention, I looked up, wincing at the pain the quick movement pierced into my neck. Only to see Matthew sitting besides me, looking up at the sky. He glanced at me, and once again I was peering into his blue gold eyes. Sparkling in the sunlight. I couldn't help but smile, cautiously keeping my fangs out of sight. "Fancy seeing you here" I stated.
His eyes swam, tracinging my scar wordlessly. "Hi" he said flatly, his features neutral. I felt my fingers absentmindedly play with the corner of my book. "Your bleeding"
    My hands emediatly grazed my scar, my eyes still locked with his. "Oh, yah, fell-" I muttered, without a moment to process I felt his hand come up and trace the length of the wound. Moving his hand gingerly, his eyes fixated on the scar. I held my breath, his fingers sent ripples that danced over my cheek down to my neck. It was almost soothing, the gentle carressing made my scar itch. I stared at him, his face was like stone, not even paying attention to the surprised expression that was slowly melting from my face, replaced with a tint of scarlet.
    "Does it hurt? "
    I almost didn't register his words, being he practically whispered them. I caught his wrist, holding it before it left my neck, "no" I whispered back. He opened his mouth, then closed it, removing his hand and shoving them back into his sweater pockets. Then, as if nothing happened, he once again tilted his head towards the sky, and I back down to my book. Some time passed, I felt him look back over to me, quietly watching me read. It was hard to ignore, and after a few minutes I matched his gaze. He looked lost in thought, not even registering that I caught him staring. Instead, he looked trapped in deep conversation with himself.
    "Do you come here often? " I asked, ripping him from his thoughts.
    "Not really, Do you?" his voice had such a nice hum, almost like an accent.
    "Not really, but it's been a rough day and I didn't have anywhere else to go and I quite enjoy reading-" I felt myself start to ramble, and quickly shut up. My sharp loud voice a stark contrast to his. His brow folded slightly, barley making a dent on his neutral expression.
    "Did someone- Do you need somewhere to stay?"
    "No" yes, I watched him nod before slowly turning his gaze back to the sky. I looked up as well. The clouds were striking. Each had a unique shape and the sun created shadows that bounced on the tips of some and on the body of others, adding to the depth of the cloud cluster. In total it looked like I was staring at a painting, perfectly mastered to fit the atmosphere. Each cluster was like an island, floating in the blue sea, each containing it's own form. I admired the brilliant picture of white on blue, getting lost in it, feeling time slowly slip away. My eyes closed, lost in my own sea, I didn't even hear him leave.
    I watched the clouds, the day slowly passing over me, fading into the shadows of dusk. I slung my backpack over my shoulders and adjusted my headphones on my head, choosing a playlist before heading out into the night. I walked the same road I had just yesterday, when an idiot decided to look out for me. I bit my lip, a little too hard. Ah, I stopped, abruptly wiping away the bit of blood with my sleeve. "Just another scar to add to my growing collection" I grumbled into the breeze. I found myself walking up to the same cafe I had seen last night. I decided to go in, since I had no real destination.
    Pulling of my headphones and Opening the door I was greeted with the late night song of a coffee shop. in total, there was about 6 people. Not including the barista and myself. There were two girls at a table, looking over a laptop. And a boy flirting with the barista, who wasn't giving him the time of day. Over by the tv was a couch, empty besides a guy with his back to me. And in another table was another girl and boy, talking lightly. I walked over to the couch, listening to the music that echoed quietly throughout the room. The couch was awfully comfortable, like a warm hug it beckoned me into the soft safety it had to offer. I closed my eyes, hugging my backpack to my chest as I let myself drowned in the beconing noises of the coffee shop.
    My brain sank into the small specks of sleep, pulling me just enough to be jolted awake. Mently cursing at pain it caused in my stomach. I adjusted to the striking colors surrounding me, rubbing the last flecks of sleep out of me. I was me with a pair of eyes, blue with gold lining. "Hi" I gasped, still recovering from the violent awaking.
    He stared at me a moment, and I got the feeling he had been staring before. I straitened in the cushions, fighting against the stiffness of my body. Sleeping in a sitting position wasn't in the least bit comfortable. "How long you been there" I joked, trying again to shift myself into a more polite position.
    "Are you sure you don't need a place to stay? " his voice carried the same low hum as before, but I noticed the concern. Feeling the tips of my cheeks get red. I did need a place to stay.... But I had no money whatsoever, except for a few bucks for the bus. I looked down, why was he being so annoyingly nice??
    "I-im" for the first time, I truly didn't know what to say, he was being so calm, it was driving me mad.
    Without warning, he stood up picking up a coffee that I hadn't noticed before. "Follow me" he said
    We walked out of the coffee shop and into his apartment complex, I fidgeted with the handle of my backpack, forcing myself to keep my mouth shut. A million excuses flooding my thoughts. We entered an apartment room, well, more like two room, one small and one large. The kitchen seeped into a nice living room, equipped with a cute couch and coffee table. A little to the left was a separate room that I could only assume was the bedroom. There was a tv on the wall, and a couple shelves to the side, adding a touch of comfort. As I looked around, he walked into the kitchen and placed his coffee on the counter.
    "The couch folds into a bed, and I have spare blankets, oh-" he walked over to a cupboard and pulled out some medical supplies. Quickly walking over to me, "here, sit" without process I stumbled into the couch, barely catching myself, bracing into the fluff of the fabric.
   "What-" before I could finish my thought my breath hitched as his hand cupped my chin, gently tilting my head, looking at my scar. He glanced at his supplies, picking up a Q tip and dipping it in a thickly coated gel. He put it on my scar, I gasped, the gel felt cold against my skin. He pulled back, his eyes widening
    "Did I hurt you?"
    "No, no, you just startled me, that's all" I gave him a reassuring smile. After a hint of hesitation he carefully glided the Q tip on the length of my scar, only stopping to add more gel. His fingers pressed lightly on my cheek, being carful to not be rough. His gaze set on my scar, his eyes shining in the light on the ceiling. "So pretty" I mumbled, blinking at the fact that I said that aloud. His eyes flickered to mine and I emediatly went beet red. A small smirk rested on his face.
    "Thank you" he mumbled back, his face a light shade of red. He finished quickly, and soon he just sat there, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Not bringing himself to move away, his face back to its same stone look. I yawned, it had been a while since I had gotten even a few hours of sleep, and I was weak. He caught on emediatly and let go, muttering something about blankets while he headed off into his room.
    I rubbed my eyes, setting my backpack down on the floor next to the couch. He came back and opened the couch, creating a cozy looking bed, a perfect fit for me. He placed down the pillow and blanket, and wordlessly I climbed into it. Letting my body relax, barley feeling the blanket being pulled up over my shoulders, or the lights being turned off.
    No, no no no, I wimpered, the shadow looming over me. "Your dreaming, wake up" the shadow took a step towards me, I let out a low wine, unable to back up, "your dreaming, it's ok, I got you, it's ok"
I felt a tight gripped hand pull me against something, ripping me almost completely out of my nightmare. My eyes still closed, I bared my teeth at the shadow. I tried to pull my legs up to my head, trying to cower from it. My stomach tightening in knots. Something gripped me close, I felt breath on my ear. "Hay hay, it's alright, nothing can hurt you, your safe, your safe." I felt my body relax, the voice louder than the shadow. I let the invisible thing pull me closer, laying my head on something rhythmic. Slowly sending me back to sleep, my eyes still closed, I felt somthing brush against the top of my head, already to far asleep to notice. Â
    When I woke up it must of been early because the sun was still well behind the horizon. I sat up, yawning and baring my teeth. There was a clatter in the kitchen, I looked around, the lights were off, but there was Matthew, cooking something over the stove. The smell wafting over. I couldn't help but smile, I didn't know why, but I had slept through the entire night without waking, and I felt very relaxed. I stood up, careful not to disturb Matthew, who was deep in thought. I walked over, leaning against the island and just staring. He was smiling. It was quite a sight, making his eyes shine even more. I wondered what he was smiling about, what was causing his face to show such emotion. I looked over his shoulder, in a pan was two eggs. They crackled and popped.
   "Good morning," I said finally, unable to keep myself quiet. He look over and his smile faded slightly, going back to its stone look. But the light in his eyes only got bigger. "Oh please, don't stop smiling for me" I teased, watching his face go bright red.
    "Good morning" he said back, watching my movements closely. "Did you sleep good?"
    "Yes actually! I sleep wonderful, your couch is super comfortable" I said, his eyes searched mine, as if looking for a clue. I cocked my head to the side, giving a playful frown to his reaction. "Everything ok?" I asked, the tense silence growing too much for me.
    His features relaxed, "yah, just making sure" he said, turning his attention back to the pan of eggs. After a moment he skillfully slid them on two separate plates and handed a plate to me. Opening a drawer and pulling out two forks. We sat down over at a small table that bordered the kitchen. It was in front of a window, outside I could see the sun peeking out. I shuffled nervously, taking a bite of my eggs.
    "These are really good" I said, my mouth full of egg. His blue gold eyes brighteded, and he glanced at the window, noticing the rising sun. Then, he stood up and pulled the shutters closed, making sure no light got in before proceeding to continue making work on his eggs. Without any words said. My brow folded, confusion and slight paranoia lapping at my senses.
    "What was that about?" I asked innocently, my eyes narrowing.
    "He looked at me a moment, his fork still fiddling with his breakfast. "The sun is too bright in the morning" he said flatly, averting his eyes.
    "Ok...."
    We went back to eating in silence, after I was done, and noticed he was also done. I stood and took his plate, quick enough so that he didn't have the chance to argue. "Thank you for breakfast" I said again, placing the two plates in the dishwasher. "And... Thank you for letting me stay the night, but..." I made myself state what had been bugging me for the past few minutes. "I don't have enough money to pay you for your hospitality. I don't want to invade on your privacy, and you probably don't want someone like me hanging around your apartment and-" I was cut short in my rambling by the small smirk that was slowly growing on his face. I had expected him to be disappointed, maybe even mad. But he looked, amused. "What? Why are you smiling" I said, embarrassment flickering in my words.
    "I wasn't expecting payment. I enjoy the company." He explained, trying but failing at forcing his smirk off his face. "You can stay as long as you want" he finished. Standing to his feet he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a spare key, handing it to me. "Just make sure to lock up before you leave" he hummed, his voice back to its low sing song like melody. Leaving me flabbergasted.
    I cleaned up the couch, folding it back to a sitting position and placing the blanket and pillow on it neatly. When I finished I sat down, he had left shortly after our conversation. Mumbling something about work. He had tossed me the remote before leaving. I skipped through the channels, the news wasn't ever really interesting, it was all the same now. Talk about the politics of vampires and humans, vampire rights and freedoms. Stupid. Ten years now, people have lived with them peacefully. The news was grasping at strings. Still, it was better than nothing, and I settled for a channel on cooking. It wasn't long before I got fidgety, and had to pace around the room for a while. It was too bright to risk going outside, so I opened the fridge to drink something instead. There wasn't much, but orange juice sounded good, so I drank that. Slowly but surely, as the day carried on, the sun started to settle behind the horizon, kissing the mountain tops.
    I fiddled with my headphones, when the door opened and in he came. "Hay!" I shouted, giving him a closed lipped grin.
    "Hi" he breathed back, clearly exasperated from whatever he was getting back from. He made a beeline to his room, closing it behind him. It didn't take long before he had came back out in a new more comfortable outfit. His hands in his pockets. "Are you hungry, I know a really good place over a ways" he asked, his blue gold eyes locking with mine.
    "Yes! I would love that!" Jumping off the couch giddily, I needed to get out into the fresh air. We walked out of the apartment and into the night air, softly lit with the last remaining glow the sun had to offer. There was a slight breeze, and the trees danced to its rhythm. I smiled, unable to contain the happiness stirring inside of me. Like any vampire, I absolutely loved the nighttime. The shadows that played in the corners of your vision, mixed with the hum of others basking in the night air. Bats gliding gracefully in the air, silent as the darkness around them. Pulling myself from my thoughts, I caught Matthew staring at me. His eyes full of awestruck wonder.
    We made our way over to a cute little restaurant and ordered food, sitting in the outside seats. Per his request.
    "How was work?" I asked, nibbling On the sandwich placed in front of me.
    "It was fine"
    We ate quietly, silently enjoying each other's presence. When I finished, I closed my eyes. A gust of wind crashing into me, it felt amazing. And I itched to be up in the sky, feeling the rush of the flight. The high it gave. I opened my eyes, his soft gaze peiring into mine.
    "Your so beautiful when you get lost in thought"
    His abrupt complement left me red and speechless, "ah," I averted my eyes, my gaze faultering towards the floor. "Thanks" I mumbled, unable to meet his blue gold eyes. My stomach stirred with the same weird feeling I felt the day before. We walked home, too flustered to speak. I noticed him watching me in the corner of my eye, his face in its calm stone stare. I could get used to that, I pondered to myself.
    We got home and I once again got ready for bed, this time entering the bathroom and changing into pj's. I layed back down into the comfy blankets and drifted into sleep, the events of the day still lingering in my thoughts.
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Leaving My Love Behind (part1)
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Reader hasnât seen Bakugo in almost ten years but when her boyfriend goes missing she all but begs him to help her find him and get him back from a notorious gang leader.Â
You had been waiting outside this building for almost six hours now. You had been waiting for a certain blonde-haired asshole. You had to admit you were shocked that he was still working. He had never seemed like the desk job type. But after his most recent rampage he was benched until further notice. It was all over the news, which made it that much easier to find him. Youâd wait out here all night if you had to. You just needed to talk to him.
Rain started to come down hard and yet you remained. Your eyelids began to droop and still you waited. Your stubbornness knew no limit⌠unfortunately your exhaustion did. You leaned against the telephone pole behind you and you hugged your jacket closer around you to fight the chill. Shivers wracked your body, but nothing matched the chill that shot down your spine when you heard a familiar husky voice right behind your ear. âWhat the fuck do you want?â
You hadnât even realized he had left the building, let alone crept up behind you. Your tired head turned to look at him. It had been years sense you had seen him in person, and you forgot how haunting those red eyes of his where. You refused to cower in his presence, you wouldnât let him see how scared you were. âI need your help.â
âWh-â
âAnd before you can tell me to fuck off⌠you owe me one, and we both know it.â
His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. âI havenât seen you in almost 10 years. You canât just show up now and expect me to drop everything to help you! I donât owe you shit.â
You almost expected him to storm off in a fit of rage, but he just crossed his arms and glared at you. Who was this new Bakugo? He still seemed permanently angry except now he seemed to be a little more⌠patient? No that couldnât be right. He didnât have a patient bone in his body. Yet here he stood, waiting to hear you out.
Your hands balled into fists, âDo I need to remind you of the sacrifices I made back in high school. Do you not remember what I did for you? Have you gotten so-â
His hand gripped your elbow tight enough to leave a bruise, âI fuckingâŚ. Remember everything. Iâll ask you one more time. What the fuck do you want?â
You pulled your arm away from him. âI need your help⌠My boyfriend⌠Kiyo⌠heâs gone missing.â Â
His palms popped, âAnd? Go to the police, file a report? What the hell do you want me to do about it?â
An angry tear ran down your cheek. âYou think I havenât already done that?! Heâs been missing for over a month and it seems like nobody even cares!â
âTch⌠how do you know he didnât just run away? What if he was just bored or something?â
Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and slapped him. âHow dare you? You donât know him. He would never! He was kidnapped by gang leader who goes by Big Shadow.â
Bakugoâs eyes bulged and you now had his attention. Big Shadow? That was the guy he was investigating before he was put on desk duty. âSo thatâs why youâre here? Look I canât help you. That guy is almost impossible to find and even harder to get to. I spent the past year trying to lock that ass hat up and the only thing I have to show for it are several new scars and a temporary demotion.â
You slumped to the ground, âWhat do you expect me to do? I canât just give up on him?â
To your surprise he crouched down next to you. âThis sucksâŚ. Iâm not good with⌠you knowâŚâ
âEmotion?â
âYeahâŚWant to go get a drink or something?â
Your watery eyes met his he held a hand out to you, âLook I donât like asking twice. If you want to sit here in the cold rain and die of heart break⌠or pneumonia. Then whatever. But I need a drink and if you want to come⌠I wont stop you.â
You wiped the tears from your eyes and let him help you up. This really was a different man then the one you used to know.
You silently followed him to some small local bar down the street. You had never been here before, but then again you didnât spend a lot of time on this side of town. The rent was too high and the people were too busy.
You took your seat across from him at a somewhat hidden booth in the back. Moments later a waitress came with three fireball shots and placed them in front of Bakugo. âYour usual. Do you want anything to eat this time?â
Bakugo looked at you briefly and then back to the waitress, âYeah itâs probably going to be a long night. Bring out the appetizer platter and⌠I guess whatever she wants to drink. Let me guess? You still drinking vodka sprites?â
You almost laughed at the memory of the last time you drank with him as stupid high school punks. âNot for a while, but why not? For old times sakeâŚâ
So you drank, and drank some more, and ate all the weird bar food that the waitress continued to bring out. By now you were both on the brink of black out. Doing anything to not feel that empty pit in your stomach. âTHAT WAS NOT ME! THAT WAS AAAAALL KIRIâS DOING!â You were going down memory lane from UA. You and Bakugo had been pretty close back then. Well thatâs a lie. You hated each other at first. And you didnât end on a good note either. But the middle⌠the middle had been nice.
âOi⌠dumbass. Use your inside voiceâŚâ
âOoooooh donât tell me THE BAKUGO is telling ME to UsE mY iNsIdE vOiCe.â
Bakugo smirked, âYou wanna know my secret?â
You giggled, âOooooh secret! Yesssss!â
He moved over to your side of the booth and leaned close to you. Close enough for you to smell his cinnamon shampoo⌠or maybe it was just all the fireball shots. He turned his head to the side and pulled his hair back to show what looked like a hearing aid. âTech development team made them for me when I signed with the agency. Theyâre mostly to protect my ears from more damage. You know because of all of the.â He motioned with his hands and made an explosion noise. âBut they also help me hear a little better. Now I donât have to yell all the time.â
You reached out to touch it, but his hand smacked it away, âOi look but donât touch!â
You blushed. âI guess that makes sense. I wonder why no one thought of that before. All this time.. you just couldnâtâŚ. hear.â You started to tear up, your happy mood completely gone.
His eyes grew huge, âNo, no, no, no, damnit we came here to avoid the tears. Please stop. Ugh shit!â
You leaned on him and continued to cry. âIâm so sorry Bakugo! For the way things ended between us. Itâs all my fault. Just like Kiyo being kidnapped is all my fault. Everything is my fault! Iâm the worst!â
He patted the top of your head awkwardly, âUh⌠I donât know what happened with yoyo or whatever but what happened with us wasnât your fault.â His arm landed on your shoulder when you just kept crying, âAnd for what itâs worth I donât think youâre the worst. I mean youâre not exactly on my list of favorite people. But thereâs a lot of people worse than you. All for one, Overhaul, Dabi, Deku, murderers, rapists, did I mention Deku?â
You slapped his chest, âHis name is Kiyo!â
âNoooo Iâm pretty sure itâs Deku.â
You sighed, âNo you idiot, my boyfriend. You called him yoyo⌠his name Kiyo⌠and heâs missing, and Iâm just sitting on my ass getting drunk. Iâm useless.â You slammed your fist on the table, âBut you know what?! With or without your help Iâm going after him!â
Bakugoâs hand mindlessly wandered to the scar hidden beneath his t-shirt, âYouâre going to get yourself killed y/n. Please think about this. Have you even kept up with your training? I know you didnât do the whole hero thing after UA⌠considering what happened. What are you going to do in a fight? Your quirks not really meant for combat.â
You shrugged, âI donât care. Iâm going to get him back. Iâm still in shape. I still got the moves.â
Bakugo groaned, âOkay look. Iâll make you a deal. I will help you look for Keto for exactly two weeks. If we find him great, if we donât you accept it and let the police handle it.â
You grabbed him by the shirt, âYou mean it? Youâll help me?â
He winced at your sudden proximity, but you didnât seem to notice. âWell yeah. If I donât, Iâll probably end up seeing your picture on the news and honestly that just sounds like a fucking headache that Iâm not prepared for. â
You lunged in for a hug, burying your face in his chest. He again just awkwardly patted your head. âFor the love of god, please stop.â
Bakugo paid the bill and walked you out. He had planned on walking you home but when he learned how far it was he almost passed out. âNope. Nuh uh. You can sleep on my couch. Too drunk for this. Letâs go.â When he realized you were walking too slowly for his liking he bent down and told you to hop on his back. âGod youâre lighter than I remember.â
You poked his shoulder, âWell youâre nicer than I remember.â
He shrugged, âTime changes a lot of things y/n.â
You walked in comfortable silence for a while. Well he walked, your drunk ass was being carried. You were about to fall asleep when his stiffened, âHey y/n can I ask you something?â
âHuh? Yeah whatsup?â
His grip around your legs started to tighten, âWhy didnât you use your quirk on me today? I mean you wanted me to do something I didnât want to. What kept you from using your quirk to make me do it? All it would have taken was a flash of those eyes and a few words and I would have to do whatever you say.â
You let out a loud sigh, âWell for one. How do you know I didnât? Maybe Iâm just sneakier about it now.â He slapped your leg obviously not satisfied with that answer. âOkay chill. I didnât! I donât really use that park of my quirk much anymore. I save that for the bad guys. Which you might not be the nicest guy, but youâre definitely not a bad guy.â
He could tell you were fighting sleep as your breathing started to deepen. âWhat a pair we are. Not the worst, and not a bad guy.â
He managed to get you into his apartment and on to the couch. He got you a glass of water and a blanket. As he was leaving to head to his own room you grabbed his hand. âHey. Why two weeks?â
If it wasnât so dark you say he blushed, âThatâs just how long my administrative leave is.â His hand ran through his hair, âLetâs just say I was not made for desk dutyâŚâ He gave you a smile which warmed your heart while somehow making you very uncomfortable. âGet some sleep y/n, we start operation get Kilo back bright and early.â
âHis name is Kiyo!â
âYeah whatever, stupid name.â
That night you dreamt of the last time you saw Bakugo. You saw your seventeen-year-old self, covered in blood. You saw a cracked reflection in a mirror with glowing purple eyes looking backing at you. You saw-
âHoly SHIT! What the hell is Y/n doing on our couch! BakuBRO! Did you know she was here?â
You groaned at the sudden yelling and bright light coming in through the window. âKiri can you please shut the fuck up?â
âOh yeah thatâs y/n all right. Seriously Bakugo did you know she was here?â
Bakugo came over with coffee and eggs and placed them on the table in front of you. âKiri. If we are the only two people who live here. And you didnât know she was here, then who the fuck do you think let her in?â
Kirishima looked between the two of you, âDamn after all this time and you even made her breakfast?â
After Kiri left for work and you had finished your coffee you looked to the explosive man who was now looking very domestic in the kitchen doing dishes. âHey, was I drunk, or did you promise to help me find Kiyo?â
Without stopping with his dishwashing, he shrugged, âYes you were drunk⌠but yes I also did promise that. I gave you two weeks starting today. So, I suggest you get your ass in gear if you plan to get your moneyâs worth.â
#bakugo#bakugo katsuki#Katsuki BakugĹ#bhna bakugou#mha bakugou#bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x y/n#bakugo imagine#mha#mha imagines#mha bakugo katsuki#mha x reader#my hero academia
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come back to me again â â°
kim seungmin
genre: angst, fluff
word count: 1.8k
warnings: 2018-2020 era, young hearts are broken, mentions of passing out, y/nâs leader name is yerim and other memberâs name is sunni, mentions of suicide, fainting, mean comments, strict dieting, one bad word oop, the plot doesnt make sense lol i just wanted a break from landing in your heart, not proofread
notes: i had three story plots i wanted to use but uh yeah i chose this one (maybe ill post all three of them but different members oo) but listen to love again by baekyun, or the cover by minnie <3
masterlist
idol!seungmin x femidol!reader
tell me you love me like the day you did
the day it ended was on a rainy, cold day. seungmin called you to meet up with him, saying he had something to tell you. heading to the jyp building, which wasnt that far from you house.
scanning your id and greeting the staff, you go to the room seungmin was in. knocking twice, you heard a âcome inâ and opened the door gently. âhi minnieâ you smiled at your boyfriend. seungmin waved back with a small smile on his face.
ây/n, come sit here, we need to talkâ
going to where seungmin pat the spot for you to sit, he sighs. âi know this is hard, but you know how stray kids is debuting soon?â you nod, knowing where this is leading to. âi- we have to break upâ he paused. âbut you know i love you right? i promise id come back after three years okay baby?â holding you tears, you looked into his eyes, that are full of sadness.
trying your best to hold your tears in, you gave him one last hug. before parting different ways, seungmin kissed your lips. letting go, you put the promise ring he gave you 2 years ago on his palm and walked away. letting the tears running onto your cheeks as you walked away from the room.
with a sobbing seungmin left alone in the practice room. holding your promise ring made him feel guilty, but it wasnt his fault that he had to do this.
tell me once again, say that you love me again
packing all of seungmins stuff that was at your house and looking though them made your heart burn. from they day he asked you out after school to whenever you two last hung out with each other, which was over 2 months ago.
because now that you and seungmin auditioned to be in the same company, but with seungmin, he had a little bit more talent than you did. it didnt mean you didnt have talent, it just meant you were physically ready to become an idol. still improving, many idols were amazed at how well your singing and dancing was.
finally taping seungmins box, you went to the stray kids dorm and dropped it off and to say goodbye to the boys. deciding to switch to a new company to focus more instead of dealing with you heartbreak.
you rung the doorbell and you come face-to-face with seungmin. handing seungmin the box, you asked if it was okay to say goodbye to the boys, which made seungmin confused. where you going somewhere? ending your dreams?
seungmin moved to the side for you to come in. as seungmin closed the door, a voice was heard. âseungmo! whoâs here- ohâ looking up, you see minho. your eyes that was red and puffy ran more tears down as you ran up and hugged minho.
minho was in fact the one who introduced you to seungmin. accidentally falling in love with seungmin, you told minho all about it and he eventually told seungmin about your feelings towards him. seungmin, who felt the same way, made the best way to confess to you, which was a success.
minho hugged you back, caressing you back as seungmin looked down and went back to his room. âits okay love, its okayâ minho shushed you as you cried into his chest. settling you two in the living room, the whole stray kids but seungmin came out of their rooms, comforting you as they all knew what happened between you and seungmin.
30 minutes passed and you decided it was time to go. giving the boys one last hug, you made sure theyâll have good luck when theyre now idols.
âjust know, ill love you guys forever. thank youâ
im where ive always been, i still love you
almost 2 years had gone by and you finally debuted into a three member group. with being the main vocalist and dancer. being invited to the award shows, your group gracefully posed on the red carpet, right after stray kids. accidentally locking eyes with seungmin, you almost teared up but you had to be strong.
sitting down in front of stray kids, you grew anxious as if nobody else other than stray kids and yerim knew about your past relationship. stilling having feelings for seungmin, you let them go and paid attention to the show that was now starting.
âhyung, dont you think y/n looks like shes about to pass out?â jeongin asked seungmin. after you left the dorms that day, seungmin didnt know where you were. nobody told him anything about you other than you leaving jyp. you and your group was hidden from social media until your company announced a new girl group was debuting soon.
after seungmin got the news about you, he felt so relieved, knowing that you were still here living. on the pictures online, you looked like a goddess. the way your singing was beautiful and your dancing were sharp. he was amazed at how far you came.
but when seungmin saw you in person, it looked like you were on the verge of passing out due to how thin you looked. it looked like you couldnt perform on what your condition is.
feeling unsteady, your group was the last ones to perform. getting into your costumes, you fell back slightly when yerim pushed you up. after seeing how weak your body has been acting, she was worried something might happen to you on stage. and seeing how you reacted when you saw seungmin again made her worried.
ây/n, are you sure you got this?â yerim asked. nodding your head a yes with a smile on you, you gave her a thumbs up. with the smile that hid everything. yerim nodded her head, your group was ready to perform.
among the three girls that was on the stage, seungmin only looked out for you. anxiety rising, seungmin bit his lips which changbin rubbing his back to calm down.
the end of the performance, you tried your best to stay still, but you only saw blurry vision. as you were about to get off stage, you fainted with your head hitting the floor first. gasping were loud from everyone as yerim and sunni tried to lift you up and go back to the dressing rooms.
as soon as seungmin saw everything, he stood up and tried to run towards you till he was stopped by chan. âseungmin you cant. everyoneâs going to find outâ âi dont care hyung, the person i love the most is hurtâ seungmin said and let go of chanâs hand that was gripped around seungmins wrist.
seungmin runs through the halls and tries to find your groups room. after finding it, he gently pushes away people who are near you and gets a view of you on the couch. âs-seungminâ both sunni and yerim said together. âyerim, what happened to herâ seungmin asked, skipping the honorifics since they know each other.
yerim bites her lips with glossy eyes, scared of what to tell seungmin what youâve been doing. âyerim?! i said whats going on with y/n-â âshe tried to kill herself!â seungmin pauses and tries to lets what yerim said sink into him.
âw-what? why?â seungmin asks as tears start streaming down his face, as well as sunniâs and yerimâs. âshe was scared. scared that she wasnt going to be perfect to be an idol. she started getting hate comments, saying she was too fat. but this is why shes too thin. she wont listen to us when we tell her she needs to rest and to start eating. all she does is practice with no water breaks but somehow, she still hits every move right. other than that, shes scared of what youll see her like again. she still loves you seungmin, but shes scaredâ
âsunbae, shes not okay. she needs somebody and that somebody is youâ
seungmin was stunned by what yerim and sunni told him. âcan- can you two leave us for a moment. please?â seungmin asked quietly as everyone left the room. seungmin starred at your body. eyes closed with you as skinny as your bones. it scared him of how you thought so low about yourself.
he doesnt understand it. he doesnt understand how you got every moves and vocals right without anything. where you like this during your relationship? no, it couldnt. both seungmin and you promised each other that you two will never keep secrets to yourself.
seungmin silently cries to himself, thinking of why you wanted to do this to yourself as he held your hand. his tears slowly fall onto you forearms, which wipes the makeup off of your scars you created, which makes seungmin cry more.
because of you fainting, the award show was paused temporally. with this being said, stray kids got up and quickly went to you room until they were stopped by yerim. âdont, seungmins already in thereâ all of them nods their heads and waited outside the room with minho dropping down, hands in his face with tears as he remembers when you tried to seek help from him but he never answered because he was too busy.
don't leave me alone baby, just stay for the night baby
still holding your hand, seungmin whispers âi love yousâ and âim sorry, please forgive meâ. gaining conscious, you flutter your eyes open and see seungmin in front of you.
âseungmin?â
he opens his eyes to see you awake. âbab- y/n. thank godâ seungmin says and hugs you gently. tears start streaming down as you realized he probably knows everything now. âs-seungmin, did they tell you-â âyes they did. and im sorry. so fucking sorry oh my god, please dont do this again. please eat, please do what you loved to do again. i want the old y/n back, the happy oneâ seungmin lets out.
âokay, ill come backâ you told him. seungmin wipes your tears away, as well as his and plants a kiss on your lips. âcome back to me again?â nodding your head, you both smile. this time, a real and happy smile from you.
the awards continued on and your group won an award. chan offered your group if they wanted to come for dinner, you were going to decline, but yerim, sunni and seungmin forced you to, wanting you to start eating again.
heading out, the eleven of you walked to the nearest korean bbq while holding seungminâs hand. feeling the warmth youve been missing for 2 years.
tell me your love again.
END <3
#stray kids#stray kids seungmin#seungmin angst#seungmin fluff#stray kids angst#stray kids fluff#skz angst#skz fluff#skz#jyp skz#kpop angst#kpop fluff#kpop#kim seungmin#fluff#angst
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Headcanons for being Bruce and Natâs adopted child
Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanoff x adopted!reader
warnings:
a/n:
prompt: anonymous: âHcs for being Natasha and Bruceâs adopter daughter?â
you were adopted after being found on a mission, you were enhanced
bruce and nat took you in to make sure no one else did
and they absolutely fell in love with you after the fact
each of them had their past, same as you, so you felt comfortable opening up to them
soon enough, you were a family
this family longed to do the whole domestic thing
ây/n, are you ready for bed?â
âuh...can i stay up for ten more minutes?â
âi suppose i could make an exceptionâ
âthank you, nat!â
you were only wanting to stay up to visit bruce in the lab
âwhat are you working on?â
âoh, nothing much, just a fun little surprises for natâ
âwhen can you teach me how to be a scientist?â
bruce got all excited that you said that because that meant bonding time!!!
âyouâyou wanna be a scientist?â
âyeah! you make it look super coolâ
later on that night bruce couldnât stop thinking about that comment to the point that he literally started crying
nat was leaning in the doorframe while she quietly watched her boyfriend and new addition talk
ây/n, itâs time for bed. weâll say goodnight in a minuteâ
bruce and nat geeking out over how much they loved being parents
âi really do love them so muchâ
âhow could you not? y/nâs the sweetest kid iâve ever metâ
they made it a habit of âtucking you inâ
you didnât need to be, but it still made you feel loved
you had a lot in common with bruce since both of you had powers, sometimes they were a bit difficult to control
speaking of that, sometimes you accidentally used your powers and managed to break things
you felt very bad and it overwhelmed you more, but the two of them had a lot of experience in that arena
âim sorry, im super sorry, i cant control it, it keeps happeningâ
âsh, sh, sh. itâs okay, y/n. these things happen. you donât have to feel bad about themâ
âbelieve us, if i had to apologize for everything iâve ever broken, iâd be talking foreverâ
natasha taught you self defense (of course she did)
it counted as gym class for u đ
because bruce was tasked with homeschooling you
bruce definitely plays ocean/rain sounds at night and he definitely had you start listening to them, too
natasha was abandoned as a child and raised to be a killer, so thatâs definitely not what she wants for you
she wanted to show you love and compassion, things she missed out on growing up
bruceâs father was never there for him when he was growing up, so here he was being the father he always wanted
they really did want you to have the most normal life possible
âcan we go out to the movies tonight?â
âwhat movie?â
âjojo rabbit?â
âuh...yeah, sure, letâs goâ
u kept telling nat she looked like rosie (i used this joke in my last hc lmaoo)
âwell...youâre not wrongâ
you made jokes that shes secretly an actress, another form of spy
all she could do was shake her head and play along
bruce is a really good cook!!!
also he sneaks u more dessert than u should have
like way too much
really though, he just has a soft spot for you
and you guys have tons of photos now
nat and bruce love savoring all the moments
A L L T H E M O M E N T S
family pictures đ
they introduced you to the rest of the avengers
you had only met them once (on the mission you were picked up on)
they were very impressed on how far youâve come
âif anyone could raise you right, it would be natasha and bruceâ -steve
âgod, kid, with those two as parents? youâll be unstoppableâ -tony
you beg them to let you go on missions with you
they are very skeptical of letting you go, but occasionally they let it slide
âi mean, we are training them to use their powers, we might as well give them an outlet to channel them?â
âi guess youâre right, iâm just worried y/nâs gonna get hurtâ
âwe wont let that happen, bruceâ
bruce was very scared that the hulk might hurt you
but you really killed it on the battlefield
it made your parents so proud!!
you did end up seeing the hulk get released, though
so you sat next to bruce on the way home and made him feel better
you actually fell asleep on bruce
he brushed your hair around while you just looked absolutely wiped out
after a while, you started getting more comfortable with calling nat and bruce âmom and dadâ
it was a slow transition, there were steps
âsee you soon, popsâ
bruce dropped his fork when you said that
âdid y/n just call me âpops?ââ
âthat they didâ
he ran into nat for a hug and spun her in the air
as for natasha:
âhey, momma nat, do we have any superglue?â
âuh, yeah, check the junk drawerâ
once the coast was clear...
âdid y/n just..?â
âthey did!!â
sooner or later, you just referred to them as âmom and dadâ which always made them light up
like seriously, when they were in a bad mood, youâd just be like âhey mom/dad?â
and theyâd be like âyes, my dear?â
and youâd be like ânothing, just wanna tell you i love youâ
bam, instant happy
i just wanna close this up by saying that bruce is absolutely a newspaper dad, have a nice day
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