#chat; Bruce Banner

[storytimewithnina]

Groupchat with the Avengers #1 (y/n)

y/n: I'm Hungry who's cooking?

Steve: I am.

y/n: no your stupid

Clint facepalms.

Tony: Why you gotta say that to Steves face?

y/n: last time he burned fucking Toats

Natasha nods, knowing how bad Steves cooking is.

Clint: did you even eat that?

y/n: .. I did but that's not the point.

Natasha laughs.

Steve: my cooking isn't that bad!

y/n: it is.

Tony, Bucky, Sam, Peter and Bruce all agree.

Peter: it's really bad. Even Tony cooks better than you

y/n: and he cooked a dishcloth last time..

Everyone laughs

Clint: please don't remind us of the dishcloth pasta again.

y/n: sorry I have ptsd

Bucky: its hard to forget, we were all there.

Flashbacks of the dishcloth pasta incident

Steve:I still can't believe he didn't realise, when he was cooking, it was a dishcloth and not pasta

y/n: we all have our problems. but yes I can't believe it either

Natasha: that pasta has to be the most cursed moment in the history of the Avengers.

y/n: it was :,(

Tony: you will never forget that.. will you?

y/n: no. thor even tried to eat it because he wanted to be nice.

Bucky: and it got stuck in his teeth, iv'e never seen him so horrified.

y/n: I cried 2 days thinking about it.

Peter:you cried?

y/n: yes.

[alliceolivia]

Character.ai

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Last updated: June 6, 2025

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Bucky Barnes

🍻 | You're drunk and you call your ex-boyfriend

Bucky is confused when he sees your name light up his phone. You haven't wanted to talk since the two of you broke up.. but when he picks up and hears your slurred words, he immediately understands. You're drunk. He sighs, and pinch the bridge of his nose, "Y/n... where are you?"

James Bucky Barnes

🛏️| He's your roommate and comes home late, hurt.

You basically live alone. Yes, you share your flat with James Barens, but he's rarely home. Always gone on some kind of mission. He comes home, stays for two days max, and then leaves again. Now, you wake up from the sound of the front door opening and closing. You look at the clock. 03:26 am. Who the fuck? Bucky was on a work mission and wasn't supposed to come home for at least another week, so… who was in your house?

You silently get out of bed and grab a baseball bat that you have in your closet. You walk to your bedroom door, opening it as quietly as you can, peeking out into the living room. No one. You see the light in the bathroom turn on. You tiptoe over to the bathroom, holding the bat ready to strike. You take a deep breath, readying yourself to meet this intruder. You emerge in the doorway, bat held high, but you were not ready for the sight. James bent over the sink, flooding it with blood. His skin is bruised and flaming red and blue and yellow. A gash over his nose bridge. It looks broken.

You drop the bat, your hands going to your mouth as you gasp.

"James! What the fuck- Wha- Oh my god!"

James Barnes

🫴| You're too tired/hurt to walk

The mission was finished, and you were now making your way back to the plane. The others are walking way ahead of you. You limp forward. Having to take a few stops to catch your breath. You're so tired, you've used all your strength. The cut on your calf doesn't help either. You've wrapped your shirt around to stop the bleeding, but it doesn't help the pain that shoots up your whole leg at every step.

Bucky counts the people in front of him, making sure everyone is here. One person is missing. He turns around and sees you leaning against the wall a few meters back. He sighs and walks up to you. You and Bucky weren't exactly fond of each other, but he wasn't about to wait 20 minutes for you to get to the plane. Without saying anything, he picks you up, bridal style. He carries you onto the plane and sits you down in a seat.

Bucky Barnes

👗| overwhelmed at a party

If you could sink into the floor, you would. You were on your way out to the balcony to get some quiet and to get some fresh air, when you were stopped by the director of some big company — a very talkative director. So now, you've been talking to him — or listening to him talk — for about half an hour. All you wanted to do was get away, but every time you were about to leave the conversation, he found a way to haul you back in.

"I'm just going to go get a new glass of champagne," You fake smile and try to get away again

"Nonsense," The director snaps his fingers, "Hey, you! With the champagne! Get over here," He calls out to one of the waitresses walking around serving people. You laugh and thank him awkwardly.

Then you felt a hand sneak around your waist and a presence looming over you behind you.

"Excuse me," It was Bucky Barnes, "I'll have to borrow the miss for a second," He says to the director. The director has no complaints, and Bucky follows you towards the balcony with his hand on your lower back.

You get out, and the cold night air hits you like a prayer being heard. You walk over to the railing and lean against it, taking a deep breath in, feeling the cold sting your lungs.

"You looked like you needed some saving in there," Bucky chuckles, walking over and standing next to you.

Bucky Barnes

🧥| your enemy lends you his sweater

It's December. Snow falling from the sky and rosey cheeks.

You're sitting in the living room in Stark Tower, sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, just watching the snow.

Steve, Natasha, and Clint are sitting by the dinner table and playing a game. Thor was out with Sam to buy Christmas presents — something Thor demanded was a must, even though everyone said he didn't have to. And, Tony and Bruce were probably in the lab working on something way too complicated.

Bucky was nowhere to be seen. Which you weren't particularly sad about. He was probably in his room brooding over some romanian word he'd forgotten how to pronounce or something else utterly stupid. Bucky was the only person you just couldn't stand. You weren't sure why you didn't like him, but you didn't really care to find out. He wasn't very fond of you either, so you both just lived in perfect hate.

While you sat enjoying your hot chocolate and the sound of the others playing, suddenly, there was a loud bang, and then the light went out.

A short moment later, Bucky came into the living room.

"What's happening?" He asks. You can't help but roll your eyes.

"The powers out, what does it look like?" You mutter back. He sends you a look.

Tony came through the doors, looking a little bit dishevelled. He cleared his throat.

"Um, we had a little accident in the lab. A small exploration, nothing to worry about. Because of a completely different, non-related reason, the backup generator doesn't work... Me and the green guy are gonna start fixing it right away, but I would recommend finding a warm sweater. There will be no further questions. Thank you." And then he left again.

You all looked a little stunned at each other, but at the same time, you weren't surprised.

Because of the cold weather outside, the heat in the room disappeared quickly. You'd gone to your room to get a sweater, but your door has an electric lock and therefore won't open. You settled on a blanket lying on the couch, but the room got colder and colder until you could see the air you breathed. The blanket wasn't warm enough.

"I can't listen to you clanking your teeth anymore. Just take it," A voice suddenly said. You look up. Bucky. He was holding out a wool sweater for you.

"It's annoying." He adds.

Steve Rodgers

💤 | You fell asleep in Steves bed

You were bored and had made your way to Steve's room to annoy him. After a while of you annoying and distracting him while he did his workout, the two of you ended up watching a movie. Halfway through, Steve had got up to fill up the popcorn, and when he came back, you had fallen asleep. He stood for a while, admiring you, wondering what to do now.

Steve Rodgers

❤️‍🩹| you go to Steve for comfort

You had been one hell of a day.

First of all, you had barely slept. Second, your day was packed with meetings and final fittings for different dresses and suits. Third, the fitting went on for what felt like hours. None of the clothes fit correctly, and some of them were just plain ugly. Fourth, the meetings were for nothing as none of the things you were supposed to discuss got resolved. Meaning, you'd have to have new meetings some other day. Fifth and final thing, you were just finished training with Natasha, and it was not your day. Every single punch had been a miss, and every punch Natasha threw had been a hit. You felt like a punching bag.

You just needed a hug. You needed to feel like you could do something right today. You went to the common area of the flat and hoped you'd find Steve. And you did. He was sitting on the couch, reading a book.

You walk over and crawl into his lap. Your arms go around his waist as your face snuggles into his stomach. Steve held his book with one hand and used the other to caress your hair. You were quite a touchy person, so your cuddling wasn't unusual.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Steve asks, moving your hair out of your face so he can look at you,

Steve Rodgers

⛓️| he's your ex-boyfriend

This was not where you wanted to be.

You were standing in the elevator up to Stark Tower. You knew he would be there, and you knew he wouldn't be happy - neither were you - but you didn't have much of a choice.

Lately, you've gotten weird messages and emails, and something didn't feel right. You'd texted Tony and asked if he could look into it, and he told you to come to the tower so he could check it out. Your creeped-out feeling outweighed your dislike for your ex-boyfriend, so here you were.

The elevator door opened with a "ping!". You walked into the apartment, and surely, there he was. Steve stood by the kitchen island, coffee in hand, and talking to Bruce. The sound of your footsteps made the men look your way, and as Steve's eyes met yours, his face fell. The break-up had been nasty, and you hadn't seen each other since Steve came to your place to get his stuff two months ago. Steve bit his inner cheek and was about to say something when Tony, to your rescue, finally made an appearance.

"Y/n! Right, we had a meeting today," Tony had most certainly forgotten, "Um, just follow me, explain your situation on the way to the lab,"

Thor Odinson

💭 | Thor is very, very jealous of Steve

Thor glances over at her from across the room. Y/N, laughing at something he said, her eyes lighting up. It’s almost sickening. The way she looks at him, the way everyone fawns over Captain America like he's the greatest man to ever walk the earth.

"Puh", Thor had to force himself not to roll his eyes. He crosses his arms and looks away, jaw tight. "I don’t care. I don’t." He thinks, "She can spend all the time she wants with him. It’s not like I have any reason to feel anything about it… I wish Steve dies"

Bruce Banner

🔬| you're overwhelmed, he comforts you

Not only had you been to press conferences for hours, but then Tony held a party. You had hugged and smiled and talked to a lot more people than you were comfortable with, and all you wanted to do was to take off your heels and disappear under your duvet, or even better, back to your lab. Simply put, you weren't the social type.

You knew you couldn't stay out of sight for too long — people being very interested in your new discovery within nanotechnology — but you managed to sneak away for a few minutes. You close the door to the big wardrobe, more a walk-in closet, where all the guests hang their jackets and coats. You let out a tired sigh.

Bruce saw you sneak away. He knew you weren't comfortable in situations like this, so he had kept an eye on you — but in all honesty, when did he not? He walked over to the door and knocked light with his knuckle.

"Y/n?" He says softly, "Are you okay in there?"

Sam Winchester

💋 | Sam wants to kiss you

Sam was drunk. At least a bit. And now he was stumbling over to your room. You and him had had a thing going on, but… he was still stuck on Jessica. So nothing had happened.

Sam knocked on your door. You shuffled out of your bed and opened it. The second you do, you're pushed inside your room, turned around, and pushed against the door. Sam's hands were cupping your chees, his flushed face too close to yours. Your breath was knocked out of you.

"please" He begs, his lips almost brushing yours,

Spencer Reid

🫂| Spencer is woken by you banging on his door...

Spencer Reid woke up by the sound of banging on his door. He looked at the clock on his nightstand, 3am. He tried to ignore it, thinking it might be his neighbour trying to open the wrong door again.. but it just kept going. With a sigh, he takes his glasses and swings his legs to the floor, and walks out. He opens the door and is shocked to see you standing there. Small, frail, witg tears and bruises on your face,*

"Oh my god!" He exclaims, "Y/n, what the hell have happened?"

[thejohnlockedfemboy]

Do you do marvel bots?

Yeah, some! I haven’t watched all the Marvel movies, but I can do Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Loki, Thor, Captain America, ect bots!

🧬

[chaneajoyyy]

Updated masperpost: December 3, 2023

Hey y’all I wanted to make it easier for you to read fics/find some dope writers to follow.  This will be updated over time. 

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[suigenerisisadiva]

Crazy Shit Y/N Wayne Has Done: PART 2!!!!

a definitive but not exhaustive list

Pairings: Batfam x Batsis!reader batsis!reader centred fic!

Content: Swearing, crack yet again

A/N: Lots of people wanted part 2 to this! I'm so glad so many divas like my work omfg!! Link to Part 1: Crazy Shit Y/N Wayne Has Done

Fine Shyt I need to tag: @inejinn , @softieekayy & @ilona2nerrie

1 - Took the BatMobile into a StarBucks drive thru with Damian and Titus in the passenger and backseat.

(Claimed it was an "eco-friendly carpool" was supported by Cass & Steph)

2 - Created a fake cult around Juice Cleanses to see which Gotham Moms would join in.

(Called it "Blessed and Pressed")

3 - Tried to crowd-surf at a Gotham Charity Event

(Key Word: Tried Nobody caught her and Tim made a TikTok out of it)

4 - Replaced every official Wayne Family Portrait with her face photoshopped into them, then made it her LinkedIn banner.

(Including ones prior to her birth, confused Damian for a looong time)

5 - Got kicked out of Gotham Prep School for starting a betting pool on which teacher would snap first (She won the pool, making Jason very proud) ("Mr. Callahan German suplexed a lit student, even though he teaches French.")

6 - Changed the BatComputer's voice to say "Slay Queens" every time a case gets solved. (Drove Bruce up the wall)

7 - Made fake love letters “from Nightwing” and left them in the manor to make Dick paranoid.

(They were written in glitter pen). (“Your arms are so strong. So emotionally unavailable. Marry me?”) (Dick started sleeping with his door locked.)

8 - Made a bingo board titled “Things Bruce Wayne Ignores” and crossed off squares in the middle of a press conference.

(Squares included: “Personal boundaries”, “Any child under 25” &“The concept of rest”)

9 - Ran a lemonade stand in front of Wayne Enterprises and charged $50 a cup.

(People paid for it.) (“I called it ‘Traumaade™ – tastes like spite and unresolved issues”)

And finally

10 - Texted the family group chat “He’s gone 😔” and went offline for like 5 hours.

(Came back with: “Turns out Alfred just went to Costco.”)(Everyone cried a little.)

LMFAO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THISSSS!!!! Likes, comments, reblogs and requests are highly appreciated! Requests are open!

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Bat dividers - @sister-lucifer

Grey dividers - @cursed-carmine

Bow Divider - @dollywons

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[buckyalpine]

LMAOO OKAY IMAGINE 40s!BUCKY (like tfa stark expo version) MAGICALLY TELEPORTING TO MODERN DAY, and Sharon’s bitch ass is hanging all over him, flirting hardcore, and is absolutely thrilled bc he’s actually giving her some attention. BUT THEN HE SEES THE READER AND IS LIKE “oh wow who is THAT” and leaves her alone to go woo the gorgeous dame. I can picture her face getting all red and embarrassed and upset. And Sam and Nat and Tony are in the background giggling.

GOD I LOOOVEEE THISSSS 40's heart has my heart cause this blushing soldier would be such a perfect mix of devilishly handsome and adorably shy.

-

"Shit" Tony huffed watching his time portal experiment start up and fail for the fourth time in a row while Bruce continued to medal with the dials, resetting the machine once more. "Why does it keep doing that"

"Give it a secondary power source, there's not enough juice with the first one"

Tony nodded, rummaging through a pile of knick knacks on his desk, grabbing a vial and adding it to the generator.

"Alright, set the timer to 19:00 hours and 40 in the past. Let's see if we can just travel to yesterday first before messing with going back years" He snorted, as Bruce punched in the time before hitting the start up button. The machine started to rumble before growing hot, the dials and buttons spinning and clicking on its own, parts starting to pop off.

"Oh shit!" Tony ducked under the table, shielding himself from getting knocked out as the portal grew more powerful, a force filed growing, knocking down things around the lab.

"What the hell did you use as a power source?!" Bruce yelled over the high pitched whizz the machine started to make, blinding light filling the room before disappearing, leaving a cloud of smoke in its place.

"I don't know, I just grabbed something that look like it'd fit" Toy shrugged between coughs as the smoke dissipated, squinting when he realized the platform wasn't empty.

Someone was standing there.

"What the hell..."

Blinking with bright blue eyes was a young soldier, dressed in a fresh, clean and pressed uniform, looking like a lost puppy while Tony and Bruce blinked in both confusion and amusement.

"Banner what the hell did you do with the timer?!"

"You're vial set everything into over drive, it must've recalibrated to 1940 instead of a couple of hours ago!" Bruce threw his hands up while the younger version of Bucky stared at the lab with child like wonder, his eyes twinkling as if it were Christmas day.

"Holy shit..." He breathed out seeing the vast technology, his mind still reeling over what was happening. One minute, he was on his way to see Steve and take some girls dancing and next thing he knew, he was sucked through a loop.

"Dear God-alright, uh-Barnes?" Tony waved the soldier over, mentally debating on what to tell him.

"Mr. Stark? It's-it's an honor, sir" Bucky shook Tony's hand before standing tall before him with his back straight, ever the bright eyed Sargent. Tony scratched his head before letting him take a seat, figuring honesty was the best police.

"Sargent. This may take a while"

-

Bucky understood bits and pieces of what Tony explained to him while getting a tour of the compound, the common room being the last place for him to check out. The team alternated between greeting and secretly cooing over the adorable young Bucky while also simultaneously laughing at Tony. At the very least, the billionaire was lucky the actual Bucky was away on a mission with you and Steve; there was only so much he could handle in a day. The soldier decided to hang back in the living room with the others, happily chatting away with Sam and Nat.

Then there was Sharon

"Hey Soldier" She winked, giving him a smirk causing the young Bucky to blush, throwing her a flirty smile right back.

"Nice to meet ya' doll" Bucky drawled out making her giggle, his lip catching between his teeth when she flipped her hair back.

"Aren't you sweet" She whispered, her heart beating a little faster when he moved towards her, his sweet baby blues gazing down at her intently. She'd tried a million times to get Bucky's attention before and he didn't look at her twice. She wasn't about to lose her chance with the new one.

"Look whose talking" Bucky chuckled back, his naturally flirty nature taking over with ease, after all it would be rude for him to ignore her.

"Someone's gotta protect him from this randy she goat" Sam whispered while Nat snorted, watching the two of them continuing to flirt, Sharon's hands toying with the buttons on Bucky's uniform, making her way up to brush his collar.

There was no way she was going to just let the gorgeous soldier go.

The machine wasn't fixed any time soon so Bucky was given a room to stay in. He loved the feeling of modern day sweats, looking cute as ever in some comfy joggers and a cotton tshirt, his fluffy cropped hair always neatly brushed and face shaven.

He was a Sargent after all. He always looked his best, even in lounge clothing.

There hadn't been a day where Sharon left Bucky alone. She clung onto his side, practically crawling up his leg day in and day out while the others side eyed the situation, keeping an eye out for the innocent Bucky.

"So, what's a soldier like you doin' without a girl, hm?" Sharon teased, pressing her hand to his chest, loving the way Bucky flirted back with her while the both of them sat in the common room with a movie playing in the background. Tony, Nat and Sam glanced at each other, quietly watching from their place in the kitchen while the blonde continued to giggle and blush, running her finger's through his hair.

"How do you keep your hair so soft, Sargent"

"Well, I- woah"

Sharon frowned when the soldier stopped talking half way after something- or someone- caught his attention. His eyes grew wide, a classic boyish smile appearing on his face when he saw the prettiest dame he'd ever laid his eyes on walk by the living room, making his heart flutter.

"who was THAT" Bucky stared in awe, seeing her stretch her arms up, still in some type of modern tactical suit, rubbing sleep from her eyes and yet she was still one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

"Uh-excuse me" Sharon's face twisted watching Bucky stare are you like a love struck puppy, nearly jumping over the sofa so he could run and talk to you. He didn't take his eyes off you, practically swooning when he saw you pack away the gun from you holster.

"Huh-yeah, sorry-" Bucky mumbled, still focused on you, unbothered by the way Sharon's face was now red with embarrassment, seething at what he was doing.

"Look at this guy, he's not even hiding the fact that he's staring at y/n" Sam snorted while Tony and Nat snickered, watching the young Bucky watch you with heart eyes, "Aw man, he's got it bad"

"Hey y/n, looks like someone's got a little crush on you" Nat whispered, discreetly nodding to the living room. You nearly squeaked in surprise, seeing a very very young version of your boyfriend sitting on the couch, taking peeks over at you whilst ignoring the blonde who was still fighting for his attention.

"Tony, you did this, didn't you" You sighed while Tony smiled proudly, now fully invested in how all this was going to play out.

"I'll explain later. Go wash and change and you can talk to him"

As soon as you were out of the kitchen, Bucky scrambled to the group, cheeks tinted pink, bashful as ever, looking at the three smirking faces, wiggling their eyebrows at him.

"See something you like, soldier?" Nat prodded while Bucky nearly giggled, nodding.

"Who was that" He asked in earnest, truly curious to at least get your name.

"That would be y/n. I'll introduce you once she's back down. You might be her type, y'know" Sam winked knowing damn well he was your type. After all you were technically already dating. Bucky bounced on his heels, waiting patiently while Sharon huffed, refusing to move from her spot on the couch. You made your way back down after a shower to see an exited Sam and a shy Bucky along with a smug Tony and Nat.

"Y/n, meet young Buck" Sam smiled while you held your hand out, swooning at the way he shook it gently, throwing you smile few got to see, one he had when he got butterflies in his belly.

"Nice to meet you Sarge"

"Pleasures all mine, angel" Bucky whispered, leading you off to the living room to talk to you more, offering you a seat, wondering if you wanted anything to snack on or drink, forgetting Sharon's existence entirely. Sharon nearly opened her mouth to say something, immediately shutting it with a satisfied smirk seeing the other Bucky walk in followed by Steve. Hopefully he'd see his girlfriend was a cheating whore, flirting with someone else even if it was him from the past. Her brain wracked itself in hopes that this would all crash and burn while Bucky frowned the closer he got.

"What the fuck Stark" Bucky scrunched his face walking in on some punk flirting with his girl, only to realize said punk was a younger version of him.

"Relax, I'll fuse you two together" Tony shrugged while Bucky's face twisted again, grumbling when his younger self kissed you hand again, pulling you up for a dance while fumbling with a phone he'd just managed to figure out.

"They're cute" Steve grinned, nudging Bucky playfully while Bucky rolled his eyes, smiling to himself a little while later when you caught his eyes, throwing him a wink. You laid your head against the young soldiers chest while he swayed with you, unaware that he was being watched by everyone else, in his own world with just you in it.

"You better fuse us together" Bucky hissed, narrowing his eyes when you giggled at something that was whispered in you ear; Tony snorted with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Why Barnes, scared of a little competition?"

Before Bucky could retort, Sharon was up and walking with purpose, stalking right towards Bucky.

"Y'know they're both flirting hard, right? Aren't you two dating?"

Bucky wordlessly stared at her while the others looked at her with confusion, the desperation becoming embarrassing.

"Sharon, shut up" Sam deadpanned while her mouth gaped open and shut before storming off.

"Back to what I was saying. Scared, Barnes?"

"You should be the scared one" Bucky sassed back, knowing exactly what his younger self was capable of; he knew that innocent boyish charm did wonders when it needed to. That being said, even his past self recognized real love, gravitating towards his one true soul mate after just seeing her once.

He watched the two of you continue to dance and whisper, the young soldier tipping your chin up, eyes flicking to your lips, his soft pouty pink lips so close to yours, leaning down so he could press a kiss so sweet-

"Alright that's it, punk get your hands off her!"

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

sugar & spice 101

an intro to the au

here is a comprehensive little breakdown of this AU and its main characters.

au masterlist | masterlist | join my taglist 

Y/n Y/l/n

student at whitlock college | history major

camgirl (later pornstar), under the name Cherry Blossom (UrLittleCherry)

lives in a house off campus with roommates: Steve, Bucky and Curtis

last song listened to on spotify: my hair by Ariana Grande

Steve Rogers

student at whitlock college | fine arts major | on a football scholarship | whitlock college football team

lives in a house off campus with roommates: Y/n, Bucky and Curtis

one of Y/n's friends with benefits

username in Y/n's chat: Like1OfUrFrenchGrls

last song listened to on spotify: little green by Joni Mitchell

James 'Bucky' Barnes

student at whitlock college | sociology major | whitlock college football team

lives in a house off campus with roommates: Steve, Y/n and Curtis

one of Y/n's friends with benefits

username in Y/n's chat: WinterIsCumming

last song listened to on spotify: make out in my car by Sufjan Stevens

Curtis Everett

student at whitlock college | psychology major

lives in a house off campus with roommates: Steve, Bucky and Y/n

one of Y/n's friends with benefits

username in Y/n's chat: Yours4Everett

last song listened to on spotify: crimson and clover by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Hugh Ransom Drysdale

student at whitlock college | business major | member of delta phi | whitlock college football team

Y/n's ex-boyfriend

username in Y/n's chat: TittyCokeKingXXX

last song listened to on spotify: mount everest by Labrinth

Ari Levinson

pornstar, but doesn't change his name

username in Y/n's chat: Ari_Lev_Official

real life pornstar doppelgängers just for the vibes: James Deen or Small Hands

last song listened to on spotify: man in the long black coat by Bob Dylan, cover by The Proper Way and Carrie Myers

Nick Fowler

pornstar, under the name Nicky Night

username in Y/n's chat: NickyNight

real life pornstar doppelgängers just for the vibes: Manuel Ferrara or Mickey Mod

last song listened to on spotify: supermodel by Måneskin

Lloyd Hansen

pornstar, under the name Lloyd™

username in Y/n's chat: MrHansen

real life pornstar doppelgängers just for the vibes: Xander Corvus or Johnny Sins

last song listened to on spotify: sweetest pie by Megan Thee Stallion and Dua Lipa

Lee Bodecker

pornstar, under the name Lee Longly

username in Y/n's chat: SurferShlong

real life pornstar doppelgängers just for the vibes: Tommy Pistol or Charles Dera

last song listened to on spotify: love grows (where my rosemary goes) by Edison Lighthouse

Andy Barber

divorced dilf

next door neighbour to Y/n, Steve, Bucky and Curtis

username in Y/n's chat: A_B_Cunt_Destroyer

last song listened to on spotify: sweet by Cigarettes After Sex

list of porn studios we'll bump into in this au:

Stark Sins (ceo: Tony Stark. vibe similar to pure taboo or missax)

Romanoff Productions (ceo: Natasha Romanoff. vibe similar to kink or new sensations)

Scarlet Films (ceo: Wanda Maximoff. vibe similar to bellesa or deeper)

Comet Pictures (ceo: Carol Danvers. vibe similar to erika lust or adult time)

Smash Studios (ceo: Bruce Banner. vibe similar to brazzers or bangbros)

other regulars who follow Y/n:

Cream314159 (Frank Adler)

TearinYoBootyUp (Jake Jensen)

DrownByPussy (Cole Turner)

Cum4Ride (Johnny Storm)

Ddadddy6969

KlassyKinky

8inchStallion 

Call_Me_Sir_844

BootyLover47

BongDong420

DirtyTommy69

KyleKyleson (....yes that is a sims joke)

Carl123456

Bby_Grls_Dom

NastyBoi

ItsBradBtch

729AlwaysHard

TheFrogo

UrPervyDaddy398

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[phoenixyfriend]

Imagine the storms that would occur with a pregnancy mood swing by Thor God Of Thunder.

I feel like Loki would NOT account for "someone needs to be around to help the pregnant person after a point, and it's not going to be the spouse here, on account of the Slow Recovery From Near Death."

So I guess it's GOTTA be Darcy, right?

Loki has no interest in doing it themself. Valkyrie has a kingdom to run. Most of the avengers are dead or busy. Erik is. Kind, but Absentminded.

(Clearing up an element: I'm very much imagining this as "Loki faked their death in Infinity War, and returned after Love and Thunder, which is also where Jane didn't die.")

Darcy alternates between helping Thor with the pregnancy stuff and dropping down onto the couch with Jane to do "I'm so relieved you're still alive" science. Jane. Jane come back, she's got physics to pick your brain about.

@the-lunar-system:

Darcy is taking Thor out for pregnancy craving grocery runs at 3am...

I think Thor IS legitimately pleased about getting to carry baby. He's not even that mad at Loki for not asking first. Loki's just like that.

@gelpenss:

He’s like “aw Loki’s being so supportive!”

“Look how much he approves of my relationship!!”

Lunar:

Loki knows I want children and he found a way for me to have children without endangering my wife! he loves me!

Thor is mostly mad that people keep making him sit down and stop doing Manly Godly Things.

He wants to fight the big monster! He wants to spar with the Hulk! Let him test the new weapon Rhodey's got! By which he of course means "Rhodey shoots and I try to catch it on the hammer."

Nobody is letting him do this.

Lunar:

oh my god he's not allowed alcohol for like a YEAR--

his own personal hell. no booze no fighting no NOTHING. kicks rocks.

Gel:

Every day he is pregnant he is so grateful to his mom for doing this.

Darcy gets him to swap out for Green Juice type smoothies.

She is making Concoctions.

Thor: Banner, will you aid me in the delivery?

Bruce: [gaping] I'M NOT THAT KIND OF DOCTOR

Even if he was, this is gods AND magic. If anyone should be in charge of this delivery, it's Loki.

Thor is just like You Are A Doctor, Yes? Or Is This Solely The Territory Of The Midwives?

Gel:

Thor gets really into magic for three weeks out of pre-parental panic of “WHAT IF OUR BABY WANTS TO DO WIZARD THINGS. I NEED TO KNOW WIZARD THINGS SO I KNOW HOW TO TALK TO THEM ABOUT IT”

You hand them to Loki for an afternoon. And supervise, I guess.

Lunar offered "auntcle" as the Loki title.

I imagine that during the birth, with all the pain and screaming and so on, Loki HAS to be bullied into showing up to help by Valkyrie and Bruce, because Thor is shouting curses on his brother's name, and while he doesn't mean it (Loki knows what this is like, childbirth is a Lot), the lightning coming off him is Less Than Assuring.

Ergo, time to bully Loki.

Midwife Loki

Lunar:

Thor, sparking: I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS. I WILL. I WILL. Loki: Do you want an epidural? Thor: I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS Loki: really good painkillers mostly Thor: I AM NO COWARD. I WILL ENDURE AS I HAVE ENDURED ALL MY TRIALS Loki: okay that's stupid I'm giving you an epidural-

Midwife Loki still doesn't really care about consent but like. in a way where she's looking out for his brother's best interests

Loki: birth is so much easier as a horse

Jane: do NOT

Also

"Ugh, pregnancy has done wonders for your hair, and it was already near perfect. I think I should like to chop it off while you sleep."

"Loki. NO." (this is Jane again)

I know Darcy gets typecast as the Loki wrangler but I think Jane should get to have some fun.

Pepper sent them baby bottles and formula for the baby shower. Everything else they can do whatever new or old fashioned way they want (Ashardians had fun building wooden toys and furniture like the crib), but they are in a bit of a pickle about milk without formula.

I think MCU Thor should get pregnant but like. Specifically "cis dude with magic pregnant."

Jane survives the cancer but can't safely carry to term (for her or the baby), so Loki does some magic to give Thor a pregnancy with Thor/Jane genes. Does not explain how. May not warn Thor at all.

Thor just wakes up pregnant with Jane's baby and immediately blames Loki. Doesn't even know if Loki is alive. But the culprit is obvious.

Maybe it's Loki's idea of a wedding/birthday/anniversary gift.

"Congratulations on the nuptials! I know that Lady Foster is now barren, so I have given you a child of your own through the means I myself prefer. No need to thank me."

[mrsstruggle]

The Beast of War - Chapter 3 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

This is the second part of the Shadow Wolf Series. Read The Lost Child First if you haven't!

Series Summary: In the aftermath of discovering her true identity and reuniting with her long-lost family, Y/N Stilinski finds herself adjusting to a new chapter of her life in Beacon Hills. With her brother and his friends in their senior year at High School, the town faces a fresh new threat. Y/N must navigate the complexities of her new life while confronting the looming threat that threatens to hurt her and the people she loves.

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Series Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Malia Tate (for now), Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Words: 4.1k

Note: This is not my best work, but here it is! I hope all is well! I am always here to chat if you need to. Life sucks and is scary at the moment but we will persevere! My heart goes out to all of you!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

Masterlist

The Beast of War Masterlist

The Lost Child Masterlist

Previous Chapter

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“What do you want to watch while we eat?” Y/N calls out to Derek. She’s sitting on the couch in her pajama shorts and t-shirt, TV remote in hand, scrolling through movies on the various streaming services they pay for. She’s thought about asking Tony to buy them all out and create just one platform for everything because paying for multiple subscriptions to watch her favorite shows and movies is getting old—and expensive.

“You can pick,” Derek calls back from the kitchen where he’s plating up the dinner he made for them.

“Hm, what do I want to watch,” Y/N says to herself, continuing to scroll through the movies on Netflix. “Do I want something I want to pay attention to or background noise?”

“Don’t pick anything too long,” Derek says, walking toward the couch with their plates full of food. “You might not have work tomorrow, but I’ve got two interviews in the morning.”

“Thank you,” Y/N says, grabbing her plate from him and setting it down on the coffee table. “It’s not even 7:30 yet. Do you plan on going to bed after this?”

“Who said anything about going to bed?” Derek smirks at her before taking a bite out of his food.

“Well, in that case, I might just put on an episode of something so I have enough time to shower and maybe slip on something a little sexy for you.” Y/N smirks back.

“You know you don’t have to do any of that for me. You’re sexy to me no matter what.”

“Yes, but I’m all gross from helping Steve and Bucky today. Plus, I may or may not have bought a little something to surprise you in the other day. I haven’t had time to wear it since our schedules have been so hectic.” As Y/N finishes her sentence, her phone starts to ring on the coffee table in front of her. It’s face down, but she knows it’s Stiles by the ringtone. She debates sending him to voicemail but decides to pick up her phone and answer. “Didn’t we just see each other?”

“Donovan’s gone,” Stiles’ voice rings through the speaker.

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” Derek sets his plate down on the coffee table as he listens in on the conversation.

“I mean Lydia found the transport van with dead bodies inside, but no Donovan.”

Y/N glances over at Derek, who gets off the couch and moves toward the front door to grab his keys and put his shoes on, “Where are you?” Stiles rambles off the address as Y/N slips on her shoes and follows Derek out of the loft. “We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

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Pulling up next to Stiles’ jeep, they take in the busy crime scene. Officers are scattered throughout the area around the blocked-off road. In the back, Y/N notices the transport van in the middle of the road with the back doors open. Whether they were like that when Lydia found it or the officers opened them, she doesn’t know. Y/N and Derek run up to where Stiles and the sheriff are talking.

“What happened?” Y/N asks, looking over to the van to see if she can notice anything that will tell her what’s going on. There’s a sense in the back of her mind telling her that someone is watching her.

“Scott is out looking for Donovan. His lawyer is dead, and he also possibly mortally wounded two officers.” Her dad replies. He’s still dressed up for his date, and Y/N wonders if he was even able to make it before getting called in.

“You think Donovan did this?”

“We don’t know,” Stiles says. “I think it was someone else.”

“What’s your theor-” Y/N cuts herself when she sees someone quickly duck out of view on the street above them.

“What?” The sheriff looks over to the place she’s staring at.

“There was someone there watching us. I’m not sure what they looked like since they ducked out real quick.” Y/N stares for a moment longer before focusing back on her dad and brother. Noah motions to an officer passing by to check where Y/N was staring at.

“Anyways, as I was say-,” She’s cut off by Officer Parrish’s radio sparking to life with Scott’s muffled voice.

“Scott, is that you?” Parrish asks into his radio. Y/N, Derek, Stiles, and the sheriff walk over to Parrish and the others. Y/N now notices that Lydia, Malia, and Kira are there as well.

“Yeah, I found Donovan. He seems completely freaked out. He keeps saying the name Tracy.” Scott replies.

The sheriff grabs Parrish’s radio off the officer’s shoulder, “Tracy who?”

“Stewart,” Lydia says, “Tracy Stewart.”

“Who’s that?” Y/N asks. Lydia said the name like it was obvious, but she’s never heard that name before.

“She’s a girl that goes to our school. She said she’s been having night terrors.”

“Parrish, go find Scott, pick up Donovan, and take him back to the station. And take another officer with you.” The officer nods at the sheriff in confirmation before leaving him with the others. “The rest of you should go home. Most of you have school in the morning, and I have a few phone calls to make to some families tonight. We don’t know what happened here, but I will let you know if we do.”

“Shouldn’t we be out looking for Tracy?” Stiles asks. Lydia, Malia, and Kira are already walking back to Lydia’s car, but Stiles isn’t ready to stop for the night.

“We will look for Tracy; you will look for your bed. Go home.”

“Fine,” Stiles huffs, rolling his eyes in frustration as he walks off toward his jeep.

“Both of you too,” Noah says, looking at Y/N and Derek.

“Derek has work tomorrow, but I don’t. Call me if you need help with anything. And I mean supernatural help, not paperwork help.” Y/N says before hugging her dad goodbye.

“Should we stop and pick up some dinner on the way home?” Derek asks as they walk back to the camaro. “We didn’t have time to eat much before Stiles called.”

“Please. I’m so hungry. I only had like one bite before we left.” Y/N smiles at him sweetly while wrapping her arms around him.

“Just tell me where to go.”

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“Thanks for coming in. We’ll let you know what we decide in a day or two.” Derek shakes the interviewee’s hand before watching the guy leave.

Cora smirks as she watches the interaction. She can tell by Derek’s body language that he doesn’t like the guy. After the guy leaves, she turns to Derek, “So, I’m guessing I shouldn’t expect to see him again?”

“For someone with ten years of experience, Issac knows more than him,” Derek says frustratedly. He was the second person to come in today, and Derek wasn’t impressed with either. The first girl was experienced but said she could only work two days a week due to her other job, and Derek needs someone full-time. The second guy’s resume looked good, but it was obvious he wasn’t as experienced as he claimed to be.

Derek wishes he could be back home with Y/N already, and it’s not even noon yet. He got to the shop early to prepare for the first interview at 8 AM and open at 7AM, but that meant leaving his beautiful girlfriend in bed by herself this morning—something she was not pleased about. He also expects to be home later than usual since four cars were dropped off this morning after their catalytic converters were stolen the night before.

“Should I print out more resumes? There has to be someone in this town who lives up to your standards.” Cora says. Derek put her in charge of going through the online applications and printing out the resumes of the people who looked qualified.

“Print them out and put them on my desk. I’ll go through them at lunch, and then you can set up an interview with the ones I give back to you.” Derek huffs. Y/N frequently tells him that he needs to stop working through lunch and use that time to take a break, which is a bit hypocritical of her as she tends to do the same. “If you see one from Bucky Barnes, make sure to print it out too.”

“Isn’t that one of the Avengers guys?”

“He’s Y/N’s uncle, and I told her I would see if he’s qualified or not. He apparently needs a job, and I was told that he might be a good fit.” He’s glad no one else is in the room with them right now. If the wrong customer were here, it would be all over the internet the next day that Bucky Barnes might work at the garage. Derek doesn’t have social media, but he hears all of the idiotic things people say online about him and the others from Y/N and his pack.

“You’ve gone soft because of her.” Cora teases.

Derek rolls his eyes, “I said I’d see if he was a good fit, not that I would hire him. I doubt he applies anyway. He doesn’t like me.”

“Well, you don’t always make the best first impression with you being all growly and broody and stuff.”

“You’ve been hanging out with Stiles too much.” Derek huffs. He moves to head back to his office when the front door opens, the bells at the top ringing in notification. Looking at the front, Bucky Barnes walks into the Hale Garage front office.

“Hi, welcome to Hale Garage. How can I help you?” Cora smiles sweetly at Bucky before turning to smirk at Derek.

Bucky slowly walks up to the front desk. His eyes are looking at everything but Cora and Derek. Getting closer to the desk, he notices the picture of Y/N he previously took off the corkboard has been replaced with a new one. The old picture is now in a frame in his and Steve’s living room. Bucky clears his throat, “Y/N told me that you’re looking for a mechanic and that I should apply…”

“Did you apply online?”

“No,” Bucky says, digging into his jacket pocket to retrieve his folded resume, “I brought my resume because I thought you might have an application here I could fill out.” Bucky fiddles nervously with the resume while waiting for Cora or Derek to say something. He hates that Steve talked him into this.

Bucky wasn’t going to apply. The more he thought about working with (for) Derek, the more he hated the idea. He decided he would rather work for Hydra than work with Derek; then Steve got into his head. Steve kept telling him how much Y/N would appreciate it if he applied and how she probably visits the shop frequently. He also brought up how Y/N just did a lot for them with their new place.

“Um, I could print one out for you to fill out. You’ll just have to give me a moment.” Cora says, glancing at Derek before moving over to the computer next to her.

Derek watches Bucky for a moment. He’s hoping his face didn’t show his surprise when Bucky said he was here to apply. He assumed Bucky wouldn’t come within 100 feet of this place.

After a few moments of silence, Derek turns his attention to Cora and says, “After he fills it out, bring him back to my office.” He walks back to his office after Cora hums in acknowledgment.

Walking into his office, Derek leaves the door open for when Cora and Bucky are finished. He sits down in the chair behind his desk and pulls out his phone to text Y/N.

Barnes is here to apply.

Really? He didn’t seem interested when I brought it up.

He brought his resume and is filling out the application right now.

I told Cora to bring him to my office when he’s done.

You’re interviewing him now?

How did the interviews go this morning?

Yeah.

They were fine but not what I’m looking for.

Maybe I should apply;)

I think work production would go down if you worked here.

Are you saying I’m a bad worker or a distraction…?

We both know you’re a distraction.

A sexy distraction;)

Derek starts to type out his reply when Cora knocks on his open door, “Hey, you told me to bring him here after he was done.”

“Yes, thank you,” Derek holds out his hand to take Bucky’s resume and application from Cora’s hand while setting his phone face down on his desk. She walks into the office, and Bucky slowly trails behind her.

Derek and Cora whisper quietly to each other as Bucky’s eyes wander around the office. For an office in an auto shop, it was fairly clean. Other than a few messy stacks of papers on the desk, the rest of the office is tidy and organized. Behind Derek was a corkboard similar to the one up front. It has a few photos of his pack members and what appears to be old family photos.

The photos that stick out to Bucky the most is the photo booth strip in the bottom right corner. The top photo is Y/N smiling at the camera while Derek is staring at her with a small smile on his face. The photo below is Y/N and Derek looking at each other with big smiles on their faces. The next photo is them passionately kissing, and the last photo is Y/N laughing while Derek’s face is blocked by the disgusted face of Stiles.

Staring at the strip of photos, Bucky can’t help but think of how happy Y/N looks in them. Her smile is brighter than anything he’s seen since they’ve re-met each other. Even her laugh in the last photo is something he hasn’t witnessed. It looks loud and carefree. He can’t help but wonder if it’s because they aren’t as close as she is to Derek and Stiles or if it’s from her memories of Hydra coming back and the new ones she gained while kidnapped.

“Take a seat,” Derek’s voice breaks Bucky from his thoughts. As he sits down in the chair in front of Derek’s desk, he realizes Cora has left and shut the door behind her.

Derek quietly reads through Bucky’s resume and application. He can tell that Bucky tailored his resume to the job opening, and on his application, he left a note stating that he’s been fixing up the bikes and cars the Avengers use for the past few years.

Bucky clears his throat and breaks the silence, “Do you have any questions?” That’s what Steve told him to ask at interviews. He can’t say it’s helped him since he has yet to be hired anywhere. He also doesn’t care if Derek has any questions. This is already humiliating enough.

“What’s one of your strengths?” Derek asks, still looking over Bucky’s resume and application.

“Um…I work quickly and can do things myself.”

“Weaknesses?”

“I’m not a people person,” Bucky answers bluntly.

“What’s the last thing you worked on?”

“I changed the oil in Steve’s car yesterday.”

“Why do you want this job?”

Bucky pauses, “What?”

“Why do you want this job?” Derek asks again, setting Bucky’s paperwork down on his desk in front of him.

Bucky thinks for a moment. How is he supposed to answer that? He can think of several reasons why he doesn’t want the job like he doesn’t want to work with or for Derek, he knows that reporters and fans like to show up, and he doesn’t want to work with or for Derek.

“Y/N told me about the job.” Bucky answers.

“I know, but why do you want it? I don’t want to hire anyone who doesn’t want to be here.”

Bucky huffs in frustration. Why can’t Derek just accept that he’s here? “I know what to do.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” Derek says. He knows he’s pushing Bucky’s buttons, but he wants a real answer from him. Bucky is more than qualified, and his test project will only further prove that, but he doesn’t want to hire him if he doesn’t want to be here. While he knows most people want jobs because they need money to pay their bills and feed themselves, he needs to know that Bucky is here for the job and not here to try and find more reasons to hate him and report his findings back to the others.

Bucky rolls his eyes and grumbles under his breath as he quickly stands up and moves to the door. He grabs the handle to open the door and leave but stops himself before he can open it. He takes a deep breath and takes a moment to calm himself down. Derek is only asking a simple question.

Bucky curses under his breath before letting go of the door handle and sitting back down in the chair he was previously sitting in. Taking another deep breath, he decides to answer the question honestly and bluntly, “I think working here would make Y/N happy. Do I want to work with you? No, I’d rather cut both my arms off with a small dagger, but I’d do anything for her.”

Derek stares at him for a moment, listening to his heartbeat as it stays steady. He’s hoping he doesn’t regret what he’s about to do. “What are you doing for the next hour?”

“Nothing.”

“Great, follow me,” Derek says, standing from his chair and exiting his office.

Bucky quietly follows him into the garage. He can see Derek’s uncle Peter working on a large black SUV in the middle and another kid, Isaac, if he remembers correctly, working on a small blue MINI Cooper next to Peter. He remembers Y/N said something about him finishing school online early when he was living in Paris. Now, he works here and lives in an apartment in the building Derek owns—though Y/N said that Derek doesn’t charge him for rent.

Derek stops in front of a white Kia Forte at the end of the garage. The hood is propped open, and there’s a rolling cart full of tools and more sitting next to it. Derek grabs a notebook and pencil from the cart and hands them to Bucky. “Look over the car and write down everything that’s wrong with it and how’d you fix it. The keys are on the cart. If you drive it, drive it down the block then back. Bring your notes to my office when you’re done.”

Bucky nods in acknowledgment before getting to work. The quicker he works, the quicker he can get this over with. If he gets the job, he gets the job. If he doesn’t, he’s going to kill Steve for convincing him to come here.

Derek watches Bucky for a few moments before walking away. He checks on Isaac as he walks by before walking over to their table with the work orders.

“Y/N got you hiring one of her other family members? What’s next? Is Stiles going to start working here too?” Peter asks, walking over to Derek, who is looking over the work order that’s up next.

“Y/N’s not making me do anything. She told him about the opening, and he came here on his own.” Derek replies, rolling his eyes at his uncle.

“Yeah, but I bet she put in a good word for him. He is family, after all.” Peter loves bringing up the fact that the Avengers are Y/N’s family every chance he gets. He especially loves bringing it up around Stiles. He knows it bothers him, and he loves to get under his skin.

“She told me it was up to me and to not do anything if he’s not qualified or if someone else is a better fit. Right now, he’s the most qualified person that’s applied, and everyone who has interviewed hasn’t proven to me they deserve to work here.”

“I still can’t believe the guy this morning didn’t notice that an entire headlight is missing on that piece of junk.” Peter motions his head over to the car Bucky is inspecting. “Doesn’t he hate you? Why would you want him working here?”

“I hate you, and you work here,” Derek replies.

Peter starts to reply but is cut off by Cora interrupting them, “Derek, you’ve got a phone call.”

“From who?” Derek asks.

“It’s the guy who came in last week and dropped off some old bikes. He says he found some more when clearing out his dad’s barn if you’re interested.”

“Transfer him to my phone, and I’ll talk to him,” Derek says, walking toward his office to speak to the guy in private—though working with other werewolves means there is no such thing as private conversations.

After speaking with the guy on the phone for a few minutes and working through a work order, Derek is sitting in his office eating the lunch Y/N stayed up and prepped for him while filling out paperwork.

A knock on his door has him looking up from the form he’s filling out, “Come in.”

The door slowly opens, and Bucky walks into the office. He sets the notebook and pencil in his hands down on the desk in front of Derek. He doesn’t say anything and watches as Derek picks up the notebook and looks over what he’s written down.

Derek hums in approval after he finishes reading through Bucky’s notes, “You caught everything wrong with it, and your processes are all right.”

“I would’ve finished sooner, but the kid kept asking me questions,” Bucky says. He had to ask Isaac for help so he could check the brake lights, and he ended up being stared at and asked multiple questions about what Y/N was like as a baby. He wanted to tell the kid to fuck off but decided not to in case it got back to Y/N.

“He’s not usually very chatty,” Derek says before rummaging through his bottom desk drawer. He pulls out a few papers and sets them on the desk in front of Bucky, “Fill these out and bring them with you when you start on Monday. We open at seven, but be here at least 15 minutes early for your first day.”

“You’re giving me the job?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“Yes, and you start Monday,” Derek says, picking up and holding up the paperwork for Bucky to take.

Bucky takes the papers from Derek’s hand while trying to think of what to say. There’s a devil on his shoulder telling him to throw the papers at Derek and tell him he doesn’t need the job. Then, there’s a voice in the back of his head that’s telling him to feel excited.

“See you Monday,” Bucky says before walking out of Derek’s office and speed-walking out of the building.

“Should I expect to see him again?” Cora asks with a smirk as she leans against the open door frame to Derek’s office.

“He starts Monday,” Derek replies, refocusing his attention on the paperwork he was filling out before Bucky interrupted him. He hopes that if he ignores Cora she will just go away.

“You really have gone soft. The old you wouldn’t have even given him the interview.”

“I’m not soft. He was just qualified for the job.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Cora laughs as she walks back to the front desk.

Derek rolls his eyes at her antics before pulling out his phone to text Y/N.

Barnes starts on Monday.

Was he that good or the others that bad?

Both.

He said he applied because of you.

I hope that’s not why he got the job.

No. He’s good and has enough experience. Nothing to do with you.

Though if you wanted to thank me tonight, I wouldn’t object…

Hm…I’m sure I can think of something…

Stiles texted me and said they found the Tracy girl. They are with her at Deaton’s right now.

Are you going over?

No, they can handle it. Unless they call me, I plan on staying on the couch until you get home. Then we can move somewhere else…;)

How about we go out for dinner tonight? Somewhere nice.

Are you trying to wine and dine me? ;)

Ricci’s at 7. After we can stop for dessert wherever you’d like.

I’ll be ready!

Let’s hope nothing ruins our plans like last night.

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[cinematiquemuse]

Starkside Elementary School Yearbook: Staff Edition

Faculty Photos Not Included (copier ate them again)

Belongs to the series: We Don’t Get Paid Enough for This

 🏫 ADMINISTRATION

👔 Principal Anthony "Tony" Stark "Technically in charge. Emotionally unavailable." Voted: Most Likely to Invent a New Job Title for Himself Spends more time in the science lab than the principal’s office. Claims it’s "visionary leadership." Likely just avoiding emails. 👨‍💼 Vice Principal James "Rhodey" Rhodes "The real boss." Voted: Most Likely to Carry the School on His Back (Silently) Actually keeps everything from falling apart. Runs on black coffee and disappointment in Tony.

 👨‍🏫 TEACHERS

📚 Steve Rogers – History Teacher "Respect the past. Or go to detention." TA: Peter Parker Voted: Most Likely to Bring Up WWII During a Math Problem Treats every quiz like a moral dilemma. Has extremely strong chalkboard handwriting. 🎭 Natasha Romanoff – Student Discipline & Ethics "I already know what you did." TA: Kate Bishop Voted: Most Likely to Be Feared, Respected, and Mysteriously Admired She doesn’t yell. She just appears and people behave. Probably reads minds. Definitely knows where the bodies are buried. 🧪 Bruce Banner – Science Teacher "Do not mix that. Seriously." TA: Peter Parker (also assists Steve) Voted: Most Likely to Sigh Loudly and Know Too Much Caring and brilliant, but constantly on the verge of either burnout or breakthrough. ⚡ Thor Odinson – Gym Teacher "Today, we battle with dodgeballs!" TA: Pietro Maximoff Voted: Most Likely to Yell ‘GLORY!’ Mid-Jump Rope Takes P.E. way too seriously. Calls all students “warriors.” Brings his own lightning soundtrack. 🎯 Clint Barton – Archery & P.E. Elective "Try not to hit anything important." TA: Kate Bishop (shares time with Natasha) Voted: Most Likely to Let a Student Lead Class So He Can Nap Tired. Confused. Surprisingly effective. Keeps his bow in the janitor’s closet for “safety.” 🌀 Stephen Strange – Philosophy & Existential Studies "Time is relative. So is your grade." TA: Bob Reynolds Voted: Most Likely to Be Teaching from Another Plane of Existence No one really understands his syllabus — including him. Possibly teaching wizardry by accident. 🕊️ Sam Wilson – Civics & Leadership "Let’s talk about your future... and your attitude." TA: Joaquin Torres Voted: Most Likely to Inspire a Kid to Run for President Every hallway chat turns into a TED Talk. Knows every student’s name. Probably too good for this school. 📖 Wanda Maximoff – Literature & Drama Club "Find the pain. Then write about it." TA: America Chavez Voted: Most Likely to Make You Cry During Poetry Her classroom feels like therapy and a séance at the same time. Also responsible for three haunted plays. 🔬 Vision – Robotics & Logic "Technically correct is the best kind of correct." TA: Shuri Voted: Most Likely to Take Attendance Using an Algorithm Deadpan. Brilliant. Still doesn’t fully understand sarcasm. Has a fan club he’s unaware of. 👑 T’Challa – World Studies & Comparative Culture "Understanding others begins with knowing yourself." TA: Shuri (shares time with Vision) Voted: Most Likely to Calm a Fight with One Sentence Elegant, composed, and genuinely respected. Teaches with wisdom and vibes. 🧠 Bucky Barnes – Psychology & Behavior Sciences "Let’s unpack that… or don’t." TA: Bob Reynolds (also assists Strange) Voted: Most Likely to Turn Detention Into Group Therapy Brooding but beloved. Runs class like it’s trauma recovery — because it kind of is. 🤕 John Walker – Health & Safety "Structure builds champions." TA: None (by choice) Voted: Most Likely to Take First Aid Too Seriously Treats hall duty like battlefield surveillance. Has a first-aid belt and a power complex. 🥋 Alexei Shostakov – Wrestling Coach & Lunch Duty Legend "Pain builds character!" TA: Pietro Maximoff (reluctantly) Voted: Most Likely to Turn Detention Into an Obstacle Course Loud, passionate, and oddly endearing. Brings protein bars to every faculty meeting.

📋Staff

🥄 Yelena Belova – Lunch Monitor / Assistant Wrestling Coach "You eat. Or you suffer." Voted: Most Likely to Scare a Kid Into Eating Broccoli Runs the cafeteria like a military op and the wrestling room like a battlefield. Sarcastic, weirdly beloved, and always ready with a spork and a threat. No one knows where she goes during break. Probably something shady. 🩺 Ava Starr – School Nurse "Unless you're dying, go back to class." Assistant: None. It’s better that way. Voted: Most Likely to Diagnose You with a Bad Attitude Deadpan and done with everyone’s nonsense. Has a stash of emergency chocolate and sarcasm. 🧼 Helmut Zemo – Janitor "I clean. I judge. I listen." Assistant: None. He works… alone. Voted: Most Likely to Quote Nietzsche While Fixing a Toilet  Mysteriously appears where he's needed. Offers unsolicited life advice in a hauntingly calm voice. Possibly knows everyone's secrets.

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Introduction + My Shazam Masterlist!

Welcome to my blog! My name is Fluffy!

I am an artist and fan fiction writer who mostly focuses on one fandom at a time. My current obsession is Shazam!

My other blogs:

@fawcetttweets for Tweets from the DC universe, focusing on the daily lives of Fawcett City’s heroes and civilians

@billysadventure is where YOU, the viewer, get to choose what Billy does!

@fluffysocs for all of my OC content! Art, lore, rambles, all that jazz.

My banner was created by @chocolatebriosh during art fight! The characters are my OCs :)

You can find me on TikTok and Ao3 with the username ChaoticallyFluffy or by using the links!

I tried my best to make it chronological with the oldest on top and the newest on the bottom, so if my early stuff sucks, feel free to skip to the bottom of each section!

In order I have my ficlets, fan art, animatics, and misc (mostly add-ons to other posts or tiny ideas that are too short to put into ficlets)! Underneath all of that is my OC stuff in case anyone’s interested!

The characters involved in the posts will be next to each link! Billy and Captain Marvel will just be called Billy unless they are specifically separate beings in the post.

Masterlist begins under the cut :)

Where'd he go? (Billy, JL)

Curses! (Billy, Mr. Mind, JL)

Identical (Billy, Mary, JL)

Whats in a Last Name? (Billy, JL, Batfam)

Billy Being a Menace (Billy, Bruce Wayne)

Lies and Half Truths (Billy, Danny Phantom, JL)

Ah, a Child (Billy, JL)

Power of Perception (Billy, JL)

Doomed by the Narrative + Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Billy, JL)

The Homeless Boy and Nepo Baby (Billy, Bruce Wayne)

Two Halves, Never Whole (Billy, Jason Blood, Marvel, Etigran)

Blissful Ignorance (Billy, JL)

Blunder + Look at this! (Billy, Marvel, Shazamily,

Billy Batfam (Billy, Batfam)

Silly Billy + Pocket Home (Billy, JL, Shazamily)

What are you, a cop? + Now you see me, now you don't (Billy, JL)

Gender Swap! (Billy, Freddy)

Learning to Live (Billy, JL)

Stop Calling Me Dad! (Billy, Shazamily, JL)

Matchmaking (Billy, Diana, Gay animals)

'Tis but a scratch! (Billy, JL)

Tea With Persephone (Billy, Persephone)

Home Alone (Billy, Sivana, Shazamily)

Marvel Licks Cocaine. Wait, wha- (Billy, JL)

Body Swap (Billy, Marvel)

Parent Trap (Billy, Mary, CC, Marilyn)

Serious Accusations (Tawky Tawny, Billy, JL)

Celebrity Lifestyle (JL, Billy)

Warrior Cats (Freddy)

JL as platonic Soulmates (Billy, JL)

Swear Jar (Billy, Shazamily)

Sibling Fights (Freddy, Billy, Mary, Red Robin)

Three Kids in a Trench Coat (Billy, Mary, Freddy, JL)

Clothes (Billy, Mary, CC, Marilyn, JL)

Dead name, literally (Billy, Gay people)

Unicorns! (Billy)

No Longer 2 in 1 (Billy, other)

Magical Garbage Disposal (Billy, superman, batman)

Hot to Go! (Mary, JL, Billy)

Impromptu Tour (Billy, Batman, JL)

First Shazam Fan Art! Learning to Live outfits (Billy)

False Advertising (Billy)

The Duality of Marvel (Billy, Marvel)

Skill Issue (Freddy, Billy, JL)

Stock Photos (Billy, Marvel, C!Tommyinnit)

It's not you, its him (Billy, a random small child)

Closet Cosplay (Billy, Freddy, kind of Superman and Batman)

Experimental style (Billy)

If your reading this, i still haven't used the stickers. (Billy, Marvel)

*Pats him* *pats him* *pats hi- (Billy)

Whiteboard with friends! (Billy, Mary, Freddy, + more)

Billy Ratson (Billy, Marvel)

Bored (Billy)

Magical Girl Black Adam (Black Adam)

Sunny Sparkles (Sunny)

Ghost Boy! (Billy)

Gartic phone highlights pt. 1 (many characters!)

Tiger Bleps! (Tawky Tawny, Billy)

FREDDY!! (Billy, Marvel, Freddy)

Figurine Size Matters (Technically Batman and Billy)

Surprise! (Billy, JL)

Magical Girl?! (Billy, Barry, Poorly Drawn Evil Wizard)

Home (Billy)

Everyone Loves the Boy! (Harley Quinn, Billy)

Nails, nails, nails (Billy, Divine Twitch Chat, JL)

Stop. (Billy)

*Pats him* *pats him* *pats hi- (Billy)

My first Shazam post!

He needs more love :( (Kind of Billy)

Link to 'Kill him with kindness' fic

Asking for Eldritch Ideas (Billy kind of. Interesting comments!)

Zoooom! (Freddy, Billy, Batmans limitless funds)

Happiness (Billy)

Wip game (Billy, Clark)

Chaos boys (Billy, Klarion)

Link to 'Picture Day' fic (Billy, Cissie)

The first idea for Fawcetttweets! (Billy)

Marvel's Adventure! (Billy)

Peak Billy Design (Billy)

MY Boy! (Billy technically)

Talking about my fics release

Venn diagram (Billy, C!Tommyinnit, and Dave Strider)

DND (none technically)

Charlie (Billy, CC, Batman)

WIP Tag Game (Billy, Clark, Barry, Victor, Hal)

Implications (Billy)

Laws (Fawcett)

Link to my fanfiction called 'Bugs' (Billy)

Symptoms (Billy)

Fae (Billy)

Gotta Go Fast (Billy)

Tummy ache :( (Billy)

Migraine Posting part whatever (who cares why am I writing this with a migraine this was a horrible idea)

Here’s some of my original content! I don’t really make much of it but I thought I should at least give you the option to see it :)

OC art:

First Date (Valley, Roxy)

Chibi (Jack)

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I'm so glad you're back.

You Don't Mess With Y/N, Part 3

Part 3 of 4, Part 4 is out now!

Summary: Everyone knows you don't piss off Y/N. What will happen when someone ignores the warning? Groupchat!

Links to part 1 and part 2

[angel-2408]

His obsession

Yandere Bruce banner x male reader

All the Avengers were currently in the common room chatting about anything or everything, pizza and drinks were also present.

It was one of the team relaxation day even pepper and agent hill were also present.

You were snuggling up on Bruce chest on the sofa clearly fallen asleep mid conversation.

Bruce has a protective arm around you while he chat with the others.

Suddenly agent hill ask "Say Bruce have you heard about your boyfriend fans?".

Bruce frown not knowing where this conversation was taking , he knew you were popular, a bit too popular for his liking " Why? is something wrong?".

Maria shrug her shoulder "no it's just he's really and i mean really famous even among the shield agents you know, it's kinda funny because with how strict the agent's should be sometime it slip off about how many people has a crush on him".

Pepper also join in "yes indeed even among the staff in stark Industries it's really kinda scary and funny how famous he is, men and women alike pretty much very one has a crush on him". She laugh.

Bruce frown " I know what people think of him that doesn't mean i like it you know ".

Tony rub in smirking "oh is our Bruce jealous dont worry Brucie he's all yours he's too kind and nice to even think about cheating".

Bruce roll his eyes at Tony " Shut it Tony I know he won't cheat but that doesn't mean it won't worry me and you know how he is, he's too kind for his own good".

Bruce squeeze your delicate waist gently. Thor chim "Why? Do you perhaps not trust your partner?".

Bruce flinch " What?! No! Of course I trust him it's not him that i don't trust it's those 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 around him that i don't trust".

Everyone was quite at Bruce word when rhodey started laughing "well seems like our residental doctor also know how to curse".

Everyone started laughing and Tony smirk " I mean Capsicle should seriously learn and loss some of his steam off".

Steve groan "your never letting that go aren't you stark".

Tony shrug acting innocent but his smirk betrayed his intention.

As everyone started to chat about other stuff Bruce look down at your sleeping form snuggling up to him he gently squeeze your waist liking how adorable you look sleeping on his arm.

Just as he had said it's not that Bruce doesn't trust you it's those people that he doesn't trust. He doesn't trust that you'll be safe around those snake who'll try to take you away from him.

Bruce doesn't know how his life would be if he hadn't met you , if you hadn't reciprocated his feeling.

Hulk was totally obsessed with you too and Bruce? Oh he is willing to use violence if it come to the point where he has to keep you all to himself.

But not on you though Bruce can never hurt you he loves you too much to see you in pain or do anything that can make you terrified of him, when it comes to you Bruce has a fragile heart.

Bruce heart will break if he ever see you be terrified or scared of him so because of that he tries not to show his possessive side too much and tries to be subtle about his obsession over you.

Bruce knew he wasn't a good person and he had never felt this way before. He wanted to hurt those who made you cry or those that tries to take you away from him.

Even in his past relation Bruce mind had never cross such thought but you oh how willing he was too hurt just to have you all to himself.

Bruce had never felt so love and cared for, you were like an angel which the heaven is so desperately trying to rescue from Bruce and Bruce was a devil or a monster that had lock the precious angel just for himself.

From the moment you agreed to be his lover you had become everything to Bruce, you had become the world to him.

Bruce wonder how you would react if you ever found out about his dark thought , will you hate him? Will you be scared of him? Will you try to escape him? He doesn't know and he's not willing to know.

He prefer how is it right now. How you don't know about his dark thought , how you don't know about his dark desire to lock you up away from everyone eyes only for him to see, only for him to touch, only for him to love.

[I know kinda sounds creepy but hey it's a yandere theme you know btw hope you enjoy this piece (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧]

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Bruce Banner (Professor Hulk)/Plus-Sized Brown Woman Reader - Firsts - Ch. 4/4

Summary: Your first time meeting Bruce's friends: The Avengers.

Tags: humor, fluff, first time, banter, surprises, emotional, proposals, engagement

Warnings: none. (❁´◡`❁)

Author's Notes: Y/N = Your name.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Read the whole fic on AO3 here!

"Captain, Thor, Clint, Natasha, Bruce—Oh. Hello. Who are you?" "You smiled briefly, my name's Y/N. I'm Bruce's, uh—girlfriend." It felt weird for you to say, but Bruce's reassuring pat on the hip gave you a sappy, romantic feeling.

Chapter 4: Surprising

The private room roared with laughter as Steve continued his tale.

"Tell her the story about when you fought your old self!" Natasha cheered, taking a bite of her croissant.

"Alright, okay. So we go back in time: me, Bruce, Scott and Tony."

"You never told me you went back in time!" You nudged Bruce from the arm of his sturdy armchair.

"It never crossed my mind." He shrugged.

Bragging about heroic ventures just wasn't his thing—he'd much rather discuss miraculous medical breakthroughs and what you wanted for dinner.

There was a swift knock before the door swung open and making a grand entrance was the Tony Stark.

"Bonjour!" He sang declaratively as he approached the group.

"Of course, Tony only shows up whenever his name is brought up." Clint muttered.

"Fashionably late, as always, eh Tony?" Thor groaned.

"It's the only way I know." Tony rebutted, taking a seat on the love seat next to Clint.

Tony's eyes surveyed the room. 

"Captain, Thor, Clint, Natasha, Bruce—Oh. Hello. Who are you?"

"You smiled briefly, my name's Y/N. I'm Bruce's, uh—girlfriend."

It felt weird for you to say, but Bruce's reassuring pat on the hip gave you a sappy, romantic feeling.

"Where are my manners?" Tony approached, shaking your hand.

"Nice to meet you. Y/N, was it? I'm Tony Stark. I'm sure Bruce has told you so much about me. Haven't you Brucie-Pie?"

Tony tilted his head, a comical smile plastered on his face. 

"There's only so many nice things he can say about you, Tony." Steve mirrored Tony's smile as Tony reached over, grabbing the mug from Bruce's hand and taking a sip.

"What is this? Chocolate milk? Aren't you a little old to be ordering off the kids menu?"

"Actually it's mine. And this place'll let you order off the kid's menu if you pout long enough."

Tony promptly set the mug down and returned to his seat, not before whispering, "Weirdos." to himself as he passed Natasha.

"Back to my story. So, I'm standing face to face with past Steve and he thinks that I'm actually Loki—and I'm telling you—this super soldier serum must be wearing off because that guy would've wasted me if I hadn't outsmarted him."

"Guess that means you better start hitting the spinach again, Popeye." Clint muttered and the room filled with laughter.

"Sure, maybe I should take up your work out regimen? What do you do by the way?"

"Ooh, hot seat!" Natasha jeered.

"Drink." Clint sipped his coffee before joining the room in laughter.

Bruce was pretty quiet the whole time, only speaking if directly addressed. Maybe that was their group dynamic? But you couldn't help but feel he was elsewhere the whole time, every time you glanced over at him he was smiling, sitting patiently as if he were waiting for something.

When Bruce let you take his seat in favor of standing up to grab his coat, you didn't think too much about it. There was an overwhelming amount of warmth in the room. Steve, Nat, Tony, Clint, Bruce, Thor: they all just radiated and you felt honored to be able to witness it as they chatted.

"Y/N." Bruce interrupted and the whole room seemed to take notice. He approached you quietly, his trembling lip bitten as he cursed himself for breaking his promise.

"What's wrong?" You felt yourself getting choked up as he knelt down to your level and sighed, rubbing his hands across the legs of his pants.

"I've never been too good at these kinds of things. This whole time I've been thinking about what to say, because every time I tried to write, thinking of you just made me nauseous."

You cocked your head a bit and he sputtered, "In—in a good way. Because I love you so much and it scares me." You smiled, grabbing his hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

"I asked all my friends to be here today; my family." He glanced around at the faces in the room as they all looked on sentimentally—except Tony who downed the last of his tea before giving him his undivided attention.

"Because I wanted them to love you just as much as I do. And I wanted them to be here, when I asked you to marry me."

You covered your face, shielding yourself from the overwhelming love that brought tears to your eyes, threatening to ruin your makeup. Bruce sniffled, his voice trembling as he reached into his pocket pulling out a simple gold band accented by an orange, red, yellow, blue, purple, and green jewel.

There was a quiet gasp from Natasha followed by a "Holy cow." from Clint and Bruce smiled.

"You've made me happier than I thought I could ever be—than I thought I deserved. And I want to make you even happier. Please, Y/N. Will you marry me?"

You nodded energetically before pulling him into a chaste kiss.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." He repeated into your shoulder as you hugged him close, the room promptly breaking into applause. Bruce slid the ring onto your finger and you giggled as he lifted you into his arms bridal style.

Tony pat Bruce on the arm. "Way to show Clint and I up, Bruce."

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i love the incredible hulk fandom. i can just say "bruce banner should either get a new therapist or pegged" and all four of us will send a thumbs up emoji in the chat.

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Put it on My Tab (19)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Warning: Frustration, Online Gaming, and Revelations

A/N:

Please comment/like/reblog. If you’d like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know! I’d also greatly appreciate it if rebloggers remember to add the tags (or some at least).

As always, a huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

All occupants of Wayne manor knew Jason was in a sour mood. To what extent or why was not clear, but it was obvious in his lack of snippy banter and increased silence, and when he did respond, it was sharper than usual. It was as if he was regressing back to the days when he was still finding his footing amongst them. He and Bruce never had an outwardly discussion clarifying everything, but there was something that was done to help build a new foundation, regardless oh how shaky that was.

They tried to approach the second Robin in a variety of ways, trying to unearth the reason for the sudden slip into anger. Some thought Bruce and him had an argument, while others thought there may be trouble in the Outlaws. Neither was able to confirm their suspicions, and any attempt to do so was met with aggression and deflection.

Annoyed by all their brown nosing, Jason left the manor and spent the next couple of nights at his own apartment. Of course, I’d have no privacy in a house full of detective vigilantes. He rolled his eyes as he rolled out of bed and made his way over to his computer. Plopping onto the chair, he let it wheel backwards before pulling himself forward by the desk. He stared at the game icon on his desktop for what felt like the umpteenth time today. His fingers drummed just below his keyboard as he eyed his mouse, which rested only a couple inches away. I can’t just log on and act like I haven’t been gone in forever. She’s probably pissed that her online buddy has been MIA for so long. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back, the chair reclining with his weight. This is my only way to even speak to her, though. I cleared up the bill crap, maybe I can meet her again through here? Fake that I didn’t know who she was? Not like she’d ever know that I knew anyway. Pursing his lips to one side, he intensely stared at his ceiling, as if it held some sort of secret that would aid him in his decision to long on or not. 

“Fuck it, I’m logging on!” The seat swung forward with him as he sat up and logged onto the game.

Arkam_Knight has logged in. The italicized text popped up on the screen, much to Y/N’s surprise. Her character was currently standing in the town square looking at the request board for something that was easy enough for a solo hunt. Seeing the name of her dearly miss comrade was an answer to her desperate pleas for some miracle because there was no mission that allowed solo entry. She eagerly opened the chat box and began to type.

<Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes! Where have you been?! I would’ve called the police for a wellness check, but I don’t have a clue on where you live.>  She watched the ellipses bounce then vanish repeatedly for a couple of minutes. The longer he took to reply, the more concerned she was becoming. An unknown weight slowly creeped onto her shoulders. Anxious thoughts spun around in her mind. The distant ding of his response was able to rip her from the thoughts.

<Yeeeaaah, my bad. Work was crazy and shit had me all over the fucking place trying to clean up. I can’t go into detail, a lot of confidential crap.>

<Yeah, I figured. So, I know you can’t tell me what you do for a living, but I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re working as a high level officer of some kind. I won’t ask you what branch, but sounds like you do work city wide, which I have no clue how you handle that.>

<Someone’s gotta do the dirty work, right? It ain’t for everyone. It just so happens that I’ve got a knack for it.> He added a little proud sticker. <You’ve been MIA yourself, I’ve logged in a few times and saw you hadn’t been on in a while.>

<Where do I even begin? Life has been kicking both of us in the asses, it seems.> She sent an exhausted sticker. She paused for a few minutes, staring at her blinking cursor. How was she going to explain it all to him? Would it even be believable? She, herself, also found it hard to swallow was true. From dealing with Waynes to meeting two of Batman’s partners to being part of a claim investigation because of the collateral damage to the building.

I thought dealing with snobby rich kids and wild Karens was as crazy as my life was going to be. Who knew I’d be entangled with crime fighters and a Trust Fund kid. She slumped in her seat, slowly tapping at the space bar to let him know she was still there. Erasing the long gap of emptiness, she sat up once more.

<Give me a sec, gotta organize my thoughts on this.>

<Damn, that much? Take your time, I’m here.>

<Thanks.> She smiled at the animated thumbs up sticker was sent. At least I still hot my friends.

Jason sank back into his computer chair, rocking back and forth and swinging side to side as he awaited for her response. Watching the symbol of her typing appear and disappear multiple times was far more torturous than he anticipated. He knew what she was going to tell him, he was there with her. She did not know that, and he did not know how she took any of it. The only thing he could rely on were the facts, but that did nothing for his nerves.

If someone told him that he would wake up one morning in a hotel room next to a stranger, who knew how to get under his skin and take over his thoughts, he would have laughed at them. If they told him she was his online gaming buddy as well, he would have scoffed the added detail and never spoken to the person for being out of their mind. And yet, here he was, months later, talking to that very strange woman, battling between keeping in touch and cutting all ties. 

If things could just go back to when we didn’t know each other, it could just be simpler. I can’t even game with her without feeling some sort of way. He rubbed his chest as that uncomfortable weight sank onto his heart. I should’ve just paid the bill and let it be. Why did it matter if she knew me or not? I knew she got screwed over because of me, I should’ve just ended it as soon as I found her. His irrational actions bothered him. He was a cold and calculating vigilante that played by his own rules. He even ran the crime world for a time when he was completely at odds with Batman and was blinded by his heightened rage. He survived death and a beating from the Joker. Handling a hotel bill for a girl should not be this difficult, and yet here he was stuck in quicksand. He glanced at his computer monitor and his eye twitched at the site of the dots vanishing again. “What is she doing, right a novel?!” He threw his hands up and heaved a heavy sigh.

He swung his chair straight at the ding and leaned in close to the monitor, skimming the paragraph before forcing himself to read from the start.

<Ok, Dickens, you didn’t tell me you were publishing a novel! Lol, give me a sec to read all this.>

 It started off as he expected, she mentioned their first few meetings and how she fumbled with trying to hide herself. He could not help the snicker that came at her admission of being angry at him, but a grin quickly took over when she confessed that she found him good-looking. 

“Damn right, you did! I’m fucking handsome!” He boasted, puffing his chest with pride before diving back into the text. I came that night and those pricks were there, ok, Nightwing and Red Robin came crashing through the window, fine, so then-wait, what the fuck! His gaze snapped back to the two mentioned vigilantes and the incident he was not aware of at all. “When the fuck did this happen? Did Dickhead do this on purpose?! I’m going to enjoy getting answers out of him later.” He cracked his knuckles as a wicked smirk took over. He carefully read through the incident and soon realized that this was in fact a coincidence, but his ‘darling’ older brother failed to mention it to him. At least they left her a tip.

Pushing forward, he read about the following insurance claim filing that was on going to prove that this was not something staged. Then there were her concerns about a particular caffeine addicted young teen who was another Wayne with another name. His mind instantly flashed to the memory of Tim’s coffee cup.

Don’t tell me he’s in on it too! Nosy assholes, Jason was ready to flip his computer table but kept his composure. No, he can’t be. He hasn’t been asking me shit or tailing me in any way. That means this is just his need for coffee, and she makes damn good coffee. He reasoned himself back into a state of calm to read onwards. The name of the detective in charge of the claim has him seeing red. He paced the length of his bedroom to avoid breaking his only means of communication with her. “Oh, I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill him the next time I see him! That was on purpose, he chose to take the lead on this because I told him her name. Dickhead is in for a world of pain.” His voice rumbled in anger as he expended the rage through physical activity. 

He sat back in his seat when he felt he was calm enough to, and continued to read the rest of what she had to say. She finally got to their last evening together. He made her brownies and she was really touched by it.

<I was purely joking about the brownies, but he actually went through with it! I don’t think I’ve ever dated a guy who made me brownies, and he’s a stranger! It’s insufferable just how perfect he is for dropping such a huge bill on my head!> She punctuated with angry stickers. <I didn’t want to eat them, though. I wanted to keep them forever, like a memento since-well, I’m getting a head of myself.> She dove into the details of their diner date. He remembered that night, they talked for hours, but it felt like hardly any time had even gone by. <I hated asking him to pay, but I had to. It was getting to be too much for me and my roomie. He was great about it, a real gentleman. I said to just help with what was left, but he paid me the whole thing! I really had him wrong in my head. We ended up staying out late, talking. I don’t think I’ve ever had such an easy conversation with a guy before. When the diner had to close, he took me home and even waisted until I got through the front door. But now I don’t have any reason to talk to him, and he hasn’t made any effort to reach out to me either. Which loops back to the brownies. I wanted to keep them as a memento because it looks like that chapter is closed. But all of his efforts would’ve gone to waste. They were really good, which sucks. Now he’s even more of a jerk wad because it’s not fair! My roomie has plans to celebrate my freedom, but I’m not so sure. I want to, but it involves the tip from Nightwing and Red Robin. Would that be considered evidence or something I should hand over to the detective at my formal interview?>

The infamous Red Hood sat there, speechless, with his head swimming from his and her emotions. She clearly wanted to keep up their friendship, and he did too, but it was not safe. She was already linked to two of them, which was bad enough. He knew he was the worst of them to ever be associated with, and that made this more irritating for him. He muttered profanities as he slammed his fist on the desk. If only he could untangle himself from all this, everything would be fine.

<Shit, you really were busy. Glad to hear he paid his dues like a man. But if he’s so hot, why not just ask him out yourself?> He suggested. He needed to act like any other citizen. He needed to distance himself from himself in her mind. <Did you really serve Nightwing and Red Robin while they were on a mission? I definitely wouldn’t have thought about giving them coffee in the middle of all that. Though, he sounds like a weirdo saying your name so many times. I doubt he was threatening you, maybe he’s got some weirdo fetish? I’d say keep away from him. As great as he is, a masked guy flipping through the Gotham night in spandex must have some sorta thing.> He insisted. That’s what you get, Dick-wing. He smirked. <The tip is yours to keep, you served them, and they gave you a tip. Unless it had some secret message or some sort of flash drive, cash isn’t going to be a dig deal. Plus, they didn’t ask you about the tip though they saw it on camera, you’re good. It’s yours, use it.>

<Yeah, she said the same thing. Said it was a gift from the heavens and I shouldn’t be so paranoid. Also, no way in hell am I asking him out! He’ll think I’m some gold digging hussy! The guy paid for dinner and the hotel bill, I think I’m the last person he wants to see again!>

<Listen to me, I’m a guy, trust me. If he thought you were a gold digger, he would’ve ended shit right away or left you at the diner. The guy made you brownies! I think you can give him some slack and think that maybe, just maybe, he likes your company too?>

<If he liked it so much, why hasn’t he texted me?>

<Because he’s a bigger dumbass and overthinks like you? Thinks you hate him or that you don’t want anything to do with him because he landed you in shit?> He countered. <You don’t have to do anything, I’m just saying thinking about it. Whatever you choose, just don’t abandon me again! Solo raiding was horrible!> He added a few tearful stickers to gain sympathy.

<You think? Alright, alright, I get it! Sheesh, I just told you, I didn’t vanish on purpose! I promise, I’ll keep in touch as best I can! I don’t have to OT anymore, so that’s promising. Thanks for listening. Now, let’s go kick some monster tail!>

<LOL, anytime! I thought you’d never ask!>

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