#does in fact have two different floors. and stairs between them

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Skizz: Yeah, we can hear you, dude! I hear every word you're saying, I just think you're wrong.

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Hey there! Can I get some headcanons for Alastor and Rosie with a female Best friend/ s/o respectively (cause y'know, Al's an 'Ace in the hole' lol) who's a singer and does covers of modern music in old-timey styles like postmodern jukebox?

Rosie and Alastor frequent different speakeasies and clubs often together.

Soon after Alastor’s return they restarted the tradition and that’s where they met you.

You were performing a cover of a song neither had ever heard before.

You were good. You were amazing. Fantastically.

Rosie was immediately smitten.

You walked down off the stage, placing a delicate hand in a demon’s outstretched one to help you down the stairs.

You practically floated around the floor and even convinced several people to dance with you.

“They’re rather good.” “Yes, indeed.”

When you approached their tables, dragged your hand along the back of both their seats and placed an outstretched hand between the two of them.

Alastor declined it, noticing Rosie’s specific brand of infatuation. In fact, the bastard baited you both and reached for your hand only to grab Rosie’s and place it there.

He can be a wing man if he wants to be.

The three of you met after that initial performance and were often found together.

Often Alastor would be on the end of Rosie’s thoughtless rambles about you as she flitted around. She called your voice angelic a lot.

Rosie would attend every single one of your performances. Alastor would attend them when he could or particularly wanted to. He wouldn’t rearrange his plans to see them unlike Rosie.

 When the Hotel was rebuilt and the welcoming party was being planned, Alastor immediately suggested you be a performer for the night.

Alastor may or may not have sent his shadows to place a note and a specific outfit he’d noticed Rosie really liked on your bed the day of.

One would imagine Rosie would have dressed for the occasion as well. I’m imagining this fanart because I’m in love with them both.

Alastor, of course, welcomed you with a specific brand of hostility.

He made sure you were comfortable, had everything you needed, any instrument you required would appear with a shadow playing it, and he did make sure to compliment you.

You didn’t see Rosie until you were onstage about to preform on stage.

She was sitting beside Alastor, so beautiful.

You felt almost scandalized seeing her in something that revealed her arms, much less her back and legs.

You immediately went flushed and walked off stage, put a hand in Husk’s shoulder where he was sitting at the bar nearby and took his drink from him (not registering that it was not one he was drinking but instead using to mix a drink for Angel so. . . good luck) and basically started chugging.

You patted his shoulder, gave him his bottle back (he just stared at it and looked at Angel who burst out laughing), then went back to the stage.

You started singing. Song after song, all on stage which was odd for you.

Then you caught Rosie’s eye at the end of a song and Alastor’s shadows started playing a different rhythm.

Feeling the effects of Husks’s drink take hold, you got off the stage.

You went to Rosie and held out your hand specifically to her. Still, Alastor pulled the same move of puppeting her hand, just for old time’s sake.

You moved so you were behind her and pulled her close to you, feeling her warmth and skin against yours and maybe you were in Hell but it was heaven.

You led her in a tango and then she led you and then you were— you both led each other.

At one point, body moving before you mind could process, you kissed her exposed shoulder.

She flushed a bright red.

Charlie went to Alastor and asked if you two were dating. Surprised to hear no.

Everyone watched on anyway because not often did people see Rosie dance and with you two so in sync it was mesmerizing.

You ended the dance with spinning which led to a dip.

Rosie actually, spurred on by the feeling of your hands on her back and the adrenaline of a dance, hooked her leg over yours and used her arm around your shoulders to pull you into a kiss.

Angel absolutely whistled.

You both pulled away flustered.

Maybe you ran off, maybe you didn’t.

Either way, Rosie turned to Alastor who gave her a thumbs up as she sat down. A smile on her lips as her hand traveled to it.

To Alastor, though, that wasn’t the most shocking part of the night.

For him, it was when he heard Charlie saying she was going see if she could commission you to do cover some of her favorite songs and compile them into a playlist.

And upon questioning her, he was informed you covered modern songs.

[detectivesebcas]

Promptober 2024 Day 31- Hugs (Canon Divergence)

Happy Halloween Everyone!

*Remember, we have one bonus prompt for tomorrow, so there's still one more day of Prompt...ember?

Prompt: Sebastian hugs Stefano in the theater instead of fighting him

Warnings: none

Sebastian enters the theater with only two things on his mind- finding Lily and making the man who kidnapped her suffer as much as possible.  Of course, it looks like he might have to do them in reverse order since the only person he can see is Stefano standing on the stage.

He starts to reach for his gun, but something stops him.  There’s something…different about Stefano, about his stance, the way he holds himself.  He’s standing in the center of the stage, which, Sebastian imagines, is exactly where he would most like to be, but his shoulders are sagging, and his eye is cast down at the floor.  Gone is the bravado, the arrogance and obnoxious superiority he displayed in all of their prior interactions.

Sebastian doesn’t speak, but as he begins to walk down the aisle toward the stage, he reflects on what he knows about Stefano, the background information Kidman dug up for him, the echoes he’s seen of Stefano’s actions in STEM, and the glimpses of his true self that Stefano has allowed to break through his facade of artistic detachment.

He has to imagine that Stefano has always been an outsider, first as a photographer surrounded by soldiers and then as an artist rejected by his peers and critics when his work didn’t match their definition of art.  Sebastian has often thought that being a cop was a thankless job, but throwing your whole life into creative works, having your future and your success and your sense of self-worth wrapped up in the subjective opinions of other people, is starting to sound even worse.

He doesn’t know what Mobius promised Stefano, or whether they tricked him into becoming part of Union, but he suspects it wouldn’t have taken a lot.  The possibility of acceptance or success or critical acclaim would have been enough to convince him.  Sebastian is sure of it.

He can understand the appeal of STEM for someone like Stefano.  He’s not like Ruvik; he doesn’t want to carve people up or pick apart their psyches for some kind of science experiment.  He couldn’t find a place for himself in the real world, so he took an opportunity to start over in Union, and now he’s designing his own world around his own aspirations.

It doesn’t make Stefano’s version of STEM any less terrifying, but it does make it a little sad.  And Stefano doesn’t even fully appreciate what he’s gotten himself into, doesn’t know how horrible STEM can be when he’s not the one in control.  He’s going to be in for a rude awakening when the balance of power shifts.

It’s an uncomfortable truth, but Stefano is just as much a victim of Mobius as Sebastian and Lily are.  They’ve all been uprooted from their homes, thrust into this experiment without a thought to their own autonomy or desires, and now he’s not sure whether any of them even have a home to go back to.  Stefano may have been the one who kidnapped Lily in STEM, but Mobius is holding all of them hostage from their real lives.

He’s climbing the stairs now, and Stefano slowly turns to face him.  No words pass between them, but Sebastian can tell by his body language and his facial expression that he’s not on the attack.  He doesn’t know what’s happened since he last saw Stefano, but the hurt and the vulnerability he sees in him is new, and Sebastian isn’t going to be the one to kick him when he’s down.

In fact, it’s a very different intention that pulls him forward now.  He closes the distance with a few more steps, walking right up to Stefano and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him into a hug.  He’s not sure what possesses him to do it, but his instincts have never steered him wrong.

Stefano is completely rigid in Sebastian’s arms at first, his own arms held stiffly at his sides and his body taut as though he doesn’t even dare to breathe.  Sebastian just waits, holding Stefano the same way he held Myra that night after the fire when they were both too strung-out on caffeine and adrenaline and grief and too exhausted to talk or even cry anymore.

Those feelings come crashing back down on him now, the memory stirred by simply holding another person in his arms, and then he’s pulling Stefano closer, holding on to him for his own salvation as well as Stefano’s.  The world around them is shifting, fluid, and Stefano is the only point he can use to anchor himself.

Stefano draws in a deep, shuddering breath and slowly raises his arms to wrap them around Sebastian, hugging him back almost as though he’s not in control of his own body.  He’s fully pressed against Sebastian now, face buried in his shoulder, and Sebastian can’t remember the last time he held someone like this.  He’s willing to bet it’s been a long time for Stefano as well.

He doesn’t know how long they stand there with their arms wrapped around each other, but he swears he can feel STEM changing around them, jagged chasms repaired and rough edges smoothed over.  Something is different now, or maybe everything is different, but for the moment the only thing he knows is himself and Stefano standing in this embrace.

When the world feels settled, balanced in a way it hasn’t been since Sebastian got here, he steps back, releasing Stefano to look into his face.  Stefano’s expression is a mixture of confusion and awe.

“Did you not come here to kill me?”

“It doesn’t matter what I came here for,” Sebastian says.  “I need to find Lily.”

Stefano’s expression changes to one of sorrow, and he nods slowly.  “I do not have her anymore,” he says, “but I know who does.”

Sebastian knows that in some other world this news would make him angry, but right now he only feels calm and determined.

“Take me to him.”

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The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 19:

"Dad, are you sure about this?"

Coming down the stairs, Lucifer was fixing his clothes and hoped he looked presentable. There wasn't much difference between this and what he usually wore, but he was more worried about the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't been able to sleep much the night prior, too nervous about the battle that was happening soon. Not to mention, confronting Sera. In person.

"Yes, sweetie. Have some faith in your old man."

"I just don't want you to go alone."

"I agree with our dear Charlotte. Perhaps one of us should accompany you."

Turning to face the two alphas, Lucifer gave them an unimpressed look. Well, he gave Alastor an unimpressed look before giving Charlie a reassuring smile. "I promise that I'll be okay. You should be worried about the battle ahead. And you, you smiley bastard. You've been acting stranger than normal since I told you I was an omega the other night. Don't let your instincts change our dynamic. I was having fun."

"Wouldn't dream of it, sire. Spinning you up is much too entertaining to stop now. However, that does not change the fact that you, as an unmated omega and ruler of Hell, should not be going to meet with a high-ranking angel on your own." 

"Noted. Luckily, I'm one step ahead of you." Opening the door, Lucifer smiled at the three Sins standing outside waiting for him. "I called in some reinforcements."

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"Really, Lucifer? You bring three of the sins here for this meeting you insisted on?"

"That's so funny, Sera. Seeing as you aren't even here. Even though we agreed to do this in person. And don't flatter yourself. I'm not scared of you enough to bring backup. They're here so my daughter doesn't worry about me."

Lucifer should have known his sister wouldn't have come down for their meeting. Scaredy cat and a liar. Well that just made what he was going to do easier. He might have been in the mood renegotiate the treaty. But if she wants to be a difficult bitch, then so be it. Summoning the treaty, he held it in his hands in front of the hologram version of his once beloved sister.

"Lucifer. What are you doing?"

"You and Heaven have forced my hand. Now, you can take your treaty and go fuck yourself!"

"Lucifer don't!" 

It was too late. Lucifer had ripped the treaty in half before dropping it to the floor. The sudden break in their deal felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off his body. "You better hope that Adam hasn't hurt my daughter, or else you'll be without a first man." 

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DAY 40 (attempt no 7)

When John entered the flat after an afternoon out with Greg and a few of his other mates, he returned to a crime scene ... or well, not quite a crime scene *yet* but it looked like the kitchen was about to turn into one very soon. On a positive note, underneath the plastic sheets that covered all surfaces including the kitchen counters and the floor, the room looked tidier than it had in years. The only loose and uncovered objects in sight were a trash can, a new, bigger container of merrily steaming liquid nitrogen and a wide selection of tools, hammers, pliers and other utensils that had been neatly arranged on the plastic covered table.

"Ready Watson?"

Sherlock came down the stairs with a grim grin only to freeze in his steps when he spotted John in the kitchen, his eyes wide. He let out an oomph when something small barrelled into him from further up the stairs while he was blocking the steps down but otherwise, he remained mute. The pure look of 'deer caught in the headlights' told John that they probably had not expected him to be back home quite so soon. Maybe it would have been better - for plausible deniabilitys sake - if he had stayed for another beer or two. Well, too bad now.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and tried to give his partner a stern look - which was slightly hindered by the fact that the other man looked frankly ridiculous. Sherlock was wearing one of his good shirts, a blue-grey one that did marvellous things for his eyes. It lost some of its charm though, if it was worn underneath a blue disposable crime-scene coverall. His boyfriend had also donned safety goggles and a plastic face shield, as well as a pair of heavy duty thermal gloves. And from the small glimpses that John could catch of his daughter just behind Sherlocks shoulders, she had been equally equipped.

"Planning to practice your dissection skills while I was out with friends?", John asked with raised eyebrows. He threw another glance at the steaming container in the kitchen. "Or just more highly educational experiments that will magically empty our vegetable drawer of all the food that Rosie does not like?"

Sherlock finally descended the stairs all the way to the bottom and allowed Rosie to join them in the living room as well. "We bought our own vegetables this time around", he declared with a sheepish expression and indicated a plastic bag from Tesco that was standing somewhat hidden beside the covered-up fridge. "And this round is not meant to be educational, this is purely about letting out some frustration."

Ah, so another failed experiment then. John probably should have seen that coming. And really, what was the difference between a fully equipped vegetable torture chamber, several rounds of bacterial cloning in their kitchen or the occasional human body part in the fridge? Just another part of everyday 221B madness after all.

"You are welcome to join, if you'd like?", Sherlock offered with a hesitant grin.

John rolled his eyes but only took another moment before he began shrugging out of his jacket. "I am sure I will be able to find some frustration that needs to be expelled", he agreed lightheartedly - not yet knowing, that he would go on to find small bits of cucumber, carrot and spring onions in the most impossible nooks and corners of the living room and kitchen for months to come.

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Troubleshooting, part 20/?

-> I did not plan for this scene, but Sherlock and Rosie decided that it was meant to be. And who am I to deny them.

-> Next part can be found here.

-> Until then you can start reading this series at DAY 0 (tumblr/ao3) or read the previous snippet here.

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Slow Burn Masterlist 2

part one

a couple rebel top gun pilots (flying with nowhere to be) (ao3) - notcaycepollard sam/bucky E, 19k

Summary: That seems to be the thing that breaks the ice between them; Bucky's never really hung out with Sam before, past being jammed into a too-small car for six hours and then two uncomfortable months in a safehouse trying not to get on each other’s last nerve. Now they’re getting lunch or coffee every few days. Sam falls asleep on Bucky’s couch three more times. Bucky joins him and Steve a couple of times on their morning run.

He doesn’t notice, is the thing; doesn’t notice how ever since Sam slept on his couch that night he’s been letting Bucky closer bit by bit, that as Bucky’s been wondering about the boundaries and structures of friendship, Sam’s been drawing in.

a stranger to my eyes (ao3) - jaih0 sam/bucky T, 50k

Summary: He should have expected it, but somehow, he still let himself feel a certain amount of shock upon seeing the door of his apartment ajar. The new supplies were placed on the floor with a gentleness that could have only been due to the fact that Alpine was in one of those supplies. Technically, there was no point in being stealthy now, given the grace and finesse he had used to trample up the stairs with the fruits of his shopping spree. Still, old habits die hard, and people who sneak into apartments die harder.

In which Sam saves Bucky, Bucky saves Sam, and they just can't seem to figure out what it means.

birds flying but i'm still there (ao3) - overnights sam/bucky N/R, 45k

Summary: “Shit,” Sam says, staring at the thin golden ring on his finger. He blinks quickly, like he’s pushing through it all: the hangover, the too-bright sunlight, the pure insanity of this moment. Bucky watches the dark curl of his eyelashes, staring for just a second too long.

Sam blinks again, then starts to laugh. “Shit. Well, I guess we’ll have to file for annulment.”

And maybe it’s the leftover buzz of the alcohol, or maybe it’s the way that Sam has started to feel like safety to him, but something makes Bucky blurt it out; he clears his throat and says, “Yeah, or we could just stay married.”

colors of the heart (ao3) - sodium_amytal sam/bucky N/R, 21k

Summary: “Just hear me out,” Bucky interrupted, and Sam did so. “Steve knows a lot of my secrets, but there’s one I haven’t told anyone. I like you a lot, so if I’m ever going to talk, it has to be now—before things ever get serious. You get that, don’t you?”

Dissonance (ao3) - stuckybarnes peter/wade M, 121k

Summary: Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

Don't Look Down (ao3) - NamelesslyNightlock loki/tony M, 256k

Summary: When forced to decide between the lives of Tony Stark and Iron Man, Steve Rogers chose wrong.

Tony is left to deal with the consequences, but it’s not like he’s helpless, and he certainly isn’t alone.

Illuminate Me (ao3) - Half_SubmergedinPurgatory bucky/tony M, 130k

Summary: Tony isn't a healthy man. He's fine with that, really. It makes perfect sense. Unfortunately, he has a job to do that kind of has his health as a major requirement. So he unmakes himself, remakes the Accords, protects every single child super that enters his field of view, and hopes ferociously that the Avengers never come back to the US. He doesn't spend any time at all rebuilding Bucky Barnes' life. Not a single second. Anything he does that contributes to him is simply an accident.

Bucky is a patient man. It's ok if Tony wants to ignore him for now. He won't be able to forever.

(Somewhere in the world, a sense of dread crawls up the back of Tony's spine)

Re-Engineered (ao3) - Opy3332 bucky/tony M, 73k

Summary: “Tony blinks. He blinks and his entire world changes.”

Tony is sent back in time from mid-Infinity War to just after returning from Afghanistan.

How different is Tony Stark, and the MCU, with all that knowledge of the future?

Haunted by the guilt of Rhodey’s injury, the betrayal and pain of Steve, the fear of Wanda, the loss of Jarvis, and the foreknowledge of Thanos, this Tony is one the universe hasn’t contended with before. And he is more than ready to re-claim his title of genius, billionaire, and philanthropist in ways unexpected.

Scars (ao3) - Arvensis5 bucky/tony G, 26k

Summary: When Tony tried to urge the homeless guy sleeping on the steps of the Tower’s loading dock to move, he never expected that he’d found Hydra’s pet assassin—James “Bucky” Barnes.

Now, after months of keeping his presence a secret from the Avengers and helping Barnes learn to cope with both his returning memories and the modern world, Hydra is back for their favorite toy and Tony must call in old friends to save the life of the man he just might have come to care for a little too much.

Sharpen Your Teeth (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony M, 369k

Summary: A betrayed Tony Stark leaves the Avengers. He's angry and bitter but he's not about to stop being a hero. The problem is that not everyone is happy with his decision.

Start Here (ao3) - howlingbuchanan (penmarks) sam/bucky M, 110k

Summary: "Tell him you will never know any better. Pretend to understand why that isn't good enough."

or

An exploration of grief and trauma through Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, who also happen to be accidentally, absolutely, and unconditionally in love.

Sugar Sweet (ao3) - ColorCoated steve/bucky E, 173k

Summary: College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve's a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference. . . But that doesn't stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree.

AKA a Sugar Daddy AU that no one was asking for.

War, Children (ao3) - Nonymos steve/bucky E, 106k

Summary: After Bucky was released from the hospital, it only took him a couple of weeks to give up on himself. Difficult to believe in any kind of future when the simple act of staying alive was almost too big an effort.

Out the frosted window, across the street, there was a tiny homeless guy burrowing under an awning.

we could jump the state lines (we only get the one life) (ao3) - notcaycepollard sam/bucky E, 33k

Summary: It starts in Paris.

“You can’t steal things just because you like them,” Sam tells Bucky, feeling innately that this is a losing battle, and Bucky cocks his head to the side, considers Sam very thoughtfully.

“Really,” he says. “I’m stealing you, aren’t I?”

What I Used To Be (ao3) - thepinupchemist steve/bucky E, 117k

Summary: When the police uncover a hidden sub-basement in the home of criminal Alexander Pierce and find a tortured omega and his three pups, they bring them to the Stark Omega Clinic, a non-profit dedicated to rehabilitating traumatized omegas.

After dark in September 2005, fourteen year old Bucky Barnes vanished. Eleven years and three pups later, he is far from the boy that went missing from a suburban neighborhood outside of Denver.

Steve Rogers is an alpha of some means. When he came into money, he decided to use what he had for good and sign up as a candidate to be a support alpha for his close friend Tony's charitable clinic. When he takes on the task of helping reintegrate Bucky and his pups into the world, he doesn't expect to fall so hard.

[gaoau]

二 ; two ; dos

it's so cold warnings — none. word count — 3.6k

prev. — next.

i'm hungry. how mikey managed to slip away from me while i searched for the first-aid kit is beyond me. he said we were going to have lunch together and now he's not in the room. it wasn't explicit, but i can read his cues with ease. he's an open book, always has been. white font written against white pages, reflecting back all the light his eyes swallow to blind me so i can never guess. if anything, i know he hates it when i skip a meal. i wonder why he can't care for himself like this. why do i have to stick around and make sure he's okay? he's not. i know he's not.

i scan the room once more as if mikey would magically appear. haru leans back on his chair like it's a swing and i'd like to laugh, telling him he might as well snap his neck. koko types away on his laptop with that aura that says he doesn't want to be bothered. i sigh, "koko, any idea where mikey went?" i know, but i'd rather pretend i don't.

haru's chair slams against the floor, making me cringe at the echo. both koko and i scowl at his carefree smirk. koko sighs, too, tearing his attention away from his screen. "checked the roof already?"

i have not, in fact, checked the roof yet. i figured he would be there, i just hoped he wouldn't. not right now, at least, after all i've seen. "not really, thanks…" i swallow my complaints and my woes, because i need to wrap up that cut i saw on mikey's leg. i know he's ignoring it. i know he's letting it burn on his skin. i'll find him wherever he may be, following that blinding light of his.

just as i turn to head up the stairs, koko calls out to me, "hey," he says that nickname. there's no one in this world who addresses me by my real name. it's what mikey does. like a brand, like a signature, mikey gives his things a different name to distinguish us. that intoxicating charm he captivated me with is just a childish nickname.

"yeah?"

"you should take care of your hands." i glance down at my burning knuckles. i've already wrapped them up with loose bandages. "you're dripping all over the place." he's right. it's almost like he's chastising me for ignoring my wounds. blood trails down my fingers and splatters on the pristine tiles, one drop at a time. i can't believe i didn't realize. i'm just fighting to hate the things i want so i don't stray from mikey's side.

so i give koko a simper that blurs the line between a smile and a grimace. "sorry, i'll clean it up in a bit."

koko is tired of me being stupid. "just fix your hands," he exhales, nearly exasperated. does he feel responsible because he's a little bit older than us? i'm not stupid. "i'll handle it." he's nice. koko has always been nice. i wish i could stop denying he's right in front of me. he isn't mine to keep. i feel this bloody venom choking me into the dark. a nod is all i leave him with before he returns to his laptop. the door clicks shut behind me so i can make my way up to the rooftop.

unsurprisingly, mikey is sitting by the edge, cross-legged all on his own. as per usual, he's all on his own. that's why i'm here. that's why i stick to his side. he gazes down at the city he once dreamed to rule alongside his friends. on top of the world, he wears his crown and assumes his throne. we subjects blindly follow our king, but he has no action, and we have no say. he turns his head over his shoulder when he hears me approaching. those empty eyes of him, always watching me. he waits every time for me to come to him. he knows i'll find my way back to him, wherever he may be, as if we could call it destiny. i feel so small against the look in his eyes burning right through me. he once trapped me with them and now i'm stuck with him forever.

i settle down beside him. willingly. i do this willingly. i want to help him. swinging my legs over the edge is routine. maybe i'm preparing myself for when i meet my end. mikey's eyes are trained on my every movement as i open the first-aid kit. "are you gonna let that get infected?" i sound light-hearted. i am light-hearted. this is how we've always been.

mikey spares a minuscule glance at the slash on his leg, bleeding through the tear on his uniform. he sets my hands on fire. "are you?"

this is like déjà vu—a very painful, dizzying one. we've had an interaction like this already once. we were younger. we had our friends. we could laugh. we were all alive. he smiled at me sweetly back then. when i looked into his hollow eyes, i smiled back, chuckling. that smile of his. i could feel it, his pretty poison rushing through my heart. he was always so charming.

i sat down beside him at the top of the stairs leading to the shrine. where else could mikey go if not somewhere high in solitude? i couldn't leave him alone, though, so i didn't. there was an open gash on his chest. there were drops of his blood on the steps. these were the aftermaths of another brawl Toman engaged in. "i only have alcohol," i laughed, showing off the bottle. "Smiley took the peroxide." i know mikey doesn't like alcohol because it stings. i know he thinks peroxide is funny when it bubbles. at least he did back then. i rolled my eyes at him as he pouted.

i could feel his eyes following my bleeding hands as i soaked a cotton ball in alcohol. i fucked up my fingers during that fight. i had to prioritize mikey before i patched myself up. that was what i swore, that i would care for him and he would care for me. that i was his so i should let him shoulder my unstable heart. i took care of him before i did myself, because he took on too much. it was very quiet between the two of us. i could hear him breathe. he could hear a drop of my blood breaking on the floor.

then he laughed. it startled me. i pulled away, blinking owlishly. "what's so funny?"

"our blood got mixed up," he giggled. he led my gaze down with his own. a small puddle of blood—of our blood—lay on the stone steps. i turned back to look mikey in the eye. it was bone-chilling. it felt like he was trying to swallow my soul with his void-like pupils. he leaned into me, noses barely centimeters apart. that boyish grin of his danced on his lips like second-nature. "this means we belong to each other." it was so fantastically easy for him to trap me. he said those words with confidence and not an ounce of shame. i would do anything for mikey. i was born to see he found happiness somewhere.

what used to be a possessive you're mine grew into a reciprocal you're mine and i'm yours. mikey became my responsibility because he made me his. it was the only thing he knew how to do; be stronger than everyone else, stand taller than everyone else, keep everyone under his wing. he made sure he would never be alone. i'd never part from his side. that was all i got in return for being his; my blood and his and dirt, mixed up in a grotesque puddle on the floor. it was a heavy weight on my mind. "then shut up and let me finish," i chuckled, "i hate it when people touch my things." i thought if he leaned on me, he'd be alright. i thought he could trust his hands in mine.

mikey hated people touching his things more than anyone. mikey never learned how to share. he was sloppy, but so very careful as he wrapped my hands up. he fixed my knuckles for me, because when something of his breaks, it's his job to mend it. he kept my fingers intertwined with his while looking into my eyes. dark and empty and hollow and these were mikey's eyes. these were eyes that loved me and kept me safe. "does it hurt?" he brought my bandaged hands to his lips.

i shook my head. "not anymore. thanks." it never hurt. i could barely feel it as i worked on his wounds and let the alcohol sting into my flesh. it was a pain not mine to feel, so i didn't. all i felt was mikey. all he felt was what hurt me.

he pressed his thumbs against my palm. "these cuts are mine, too, okay?" he asked, but it was a statement. he was checking that i followed him. "if they hurt you, they also hurt me, so let me know. i'll protect you better next time." and i swore i'd protect him. "nothing will hurt you anymore as long as you're with me." there he went again with that nickname. my name, scrambled around in chaos, a sound i responded to without hesitation.

it made me smile back then, to know that i had something to hold, to know that i wasn't alone anymore. i loved mikey so much that i would split my skin open as many times as needed just for him. he knew all i did was for him, he knew he meant so much to me. the things i was willing to do to let him be happy, if only i had the ability to do them. i couldn't leave him. i couldn't leave before he did. i didn't want him to be alone anymore. i understand why he stands alone every time.

that boyish grin of his seems like a distant memory now. this is not the same mikey i knew. he's not smiling while i finish patching his leg up. he stares at the blood seeping through my bandages. i wonder if he's remembering what i am. behind his eyes and underneath his heart, i see all his ghosts burning at the seams. he hides them all in his memories—Shin, Kei, Emma, i can see them all, pulling on him and dragging him down. it's like they're not dead yet. can't you see you're losing me, too, Manjiro?

"i'll wrap your hands up for you," he suddenly announces. "it bothers me when you get injured." i feel relief wash over me for a brief moment. there he is, the mikey that cares when his things get broken, the mikey that worries about his friends, the mikey that has friends. i've missed him.

i could laugh. "right back at you."

there's a furrow in his brows. it's like he doesn't matter. "you're my family." i'm all he has left. "you're mine. you can't get hurt like this." he said he'd protect me better next time.

"right back at you."

he's as gentle and careful as he's always been. i want to believe this is the mikey i know. i want to believe he's not giving up. "Emma would've been fuzzing all over you already. start taking better care of yourself." he mutters that nickname again. he's taking care of me. this is what mikey does best.

i was excited when Shin sneaked me into Grandpa's dojo. i'd been loitering around for longer than i should have. anything was better than heading home and being stuck with people that didn't like me. he let me watch the lessons, knowing i couldn't pay. he introduced me to Manjiro and Kei. i loved Kei to bits, but he wasn't Manjiro at all. there was something about Manjiro that drew me towards him. he liked me from the moment he met me. we hit it off almost instantly. we were young, we were kids—making friends was easy back then. he was the best and so was i. he was selfish and so was i. we were far too similar and that was fun.

then i fell under him.

playing savior. that's Mikey's weapon of choice. that's how he best charms and traps people under his spell. i would know. Kei had already gone home with his mother. Mikey asked me why i didn't want to go home yet. he didn't seem surprised or put off in the least when i confessed my older brother was dead. his darkened eyes were trained on me, serious, pensive. he hadn't yet experienced loss back then, but there was something deeper in him suggesting he knew what i was feeling. he listened to me, humming, nodding, "it's fine!" it wasn't fine. i never met my brother. "i'm sure Shinichiro won't mind being your big brother, too!"

i had always felt an empty hole in my chest at the knowledge i was missing a person in my family. maybe that's why i looked up to Shin so much. how was the answer so easy for Mikey? how was it so easy for him to trap me like that? he chained me to the Sanos before i even knew it. maybe it was because Mikey took after Shin. maybe it was in the genes. i mean, even Emma knew how to wrap people around her finger without trying. something about the Sano family exploited my deepest weaknesses and locked me up. i wish someone told me from the start that i was making a mistake. i wish someone had told me i would end up hating Mikey so much i couldn't bear to leave him.

Mikey lay himself bare to me. we were so young. he talked to me about his non-existent parents and his badass Grandpa. he told me how Shin looked after him to the best of his abilities. i look back now and i hope Shin isn't blaming himself for the way things turned out. he didn't know what he was doing. i shared details about my own family. my parents were very much there, more than i wanted them to. my mother, out of her mind, mixing her prescriptions with alcohol. my father, living inside his mind, twisted in frightening narcissism. "man, your family sucks, huh. at least you've got mine!" Mikey grinned at me with those dark eyes of his that seemed to swallow up the light.

"i guess," i laughed. having a messed up family wasn't something i knew how to process. it didn't compute in my mind at the time what i was blabbing about. "i'm lucky you're sharing your siblings with me." or i thought i was. Mikey was all i had back then.

and it was scary. the way he turned to look me right in the eye. the way he was staring into me so intently as if he was trying to reach into my soul. 

his hands were so fast. he had me frozen in place before i realized. i didn't care. "my family is yours because you're mine." he scrambled the syllables in my name and made up a nickname. he never called me by my real name ever again. "you're mine, so forget about your family. if someone hurts you, that's my pain, too, okay?" he asked me so innocently, but he looked at me so violently. his palms were firmly pressed against my cheeks. i thought i was being cradled. i foolishly nodded.

he was like a virus, slowly infecting me, making all of my defenses erode with warmth i'd never felt. i watched him trap Tora the same way he did to me. the rest of Toman, too, bowed to his feet—he had us all under his spell. how come they broke free from him, but i never could? Mikey knew what he was doing. he oversaturated his world with people weaker than him so he could be our savior. he was all i had. Kei and Tora had each other, Ken was in love with Emma, Takashi had his sisters, Pah had more than all of us combined. i had nothing. it was either Mikey or loneliness for me. i was so naïve. the way i held him on such a high pedestal was detrimental for him and i never noticed.

"I have a bad feeling about tonight," Mikey speaks out loud.

his back is turned to us. he's staring out the window, feeling the rain pouring down outside as if it were pelting on his mind. it probably is. Mikey is someone who can put two and two together. the night Ken was stabbed, it was raining. i remember how he cried after the surgery. i wonder if he still thinks about it when the sky splits itself in half. is that what this is about? he hasn't talked to Ken in almost two years. he looks so small against the windows, against the bustling city he rules over. i turn away from him to meet Koko's eyes. he seems worried. he's asking if Mikey's ever been one to believe in bad feelings. i don't know.

there's really no escape for either of us until we die. the news arrives in the form of a disheveled Kanto Manji member. i'm horrified, but i don't have the time to care about my feelings. Ken must be happy now that he can meet Emma again. i wish it could be me. i'm not sure when i started to get used to my family leaving me behind. Shin was only the beginning.

Shin stung in a way i couldn't understand. i didn't find out about his murder until the following day when i went to hang out. the information slapped against my face all at once. Shin was dead. Tora killed him. Kei was with him.

Kei was with him? Kei, who knew just how valuable Mikey's things were, especially his cool older brother he looked up to so much. of all people, Kei broke one of Mikey's things—Kei broke one of my things. we lost three people that day, two of which came back and left right after. we started losing everyone around us. now i had two older brothers that were dead, that were killed. this one hurt. this one really hurt. we both had a dead older brother. we were both tasting loss.

Mikey hadn't even finished telling me the whole situation when laughter bubbled out of my throat. it didn't make any sense. there was always an empty space with the knowledge that i had a brother i never met, but now it was even emptier with my older brother being gone. i couldn't understand. i was breaking down as Mikey glared at me like i was insane. i was almost cackling while he moved in to wrap his arms around me. i wanted to cry for him.

"it hurts…" i muttered, because i needed it to hurt. Mikey gripped me so tightly, letting me know he was here to take care of me. "Manjiro, it hurts… he's gone… we won't get him back…" i would know. i lost family before i even had it. i thought i'd gained more family when Manjiro claimed me.

i wasn't crying and neither was he. Mikey comforted me, "but I'm still here. I won't leave you, so don't you leave me." but he didn't comfort me. he was comforting himself. this hurt him more than me. Shin was his brother before he was mine. i wasn't crying, but Mikey hid his face on my shoulder and i felt a few of his tears seep through my shirt. Manjiro would never leave me, so i could never leave him. i swore i belonged with him and nothing could take me away. he was mine to keep.

i knew right there that i'd been defeated. i wanted Death to come get me, too, but i knew i had to stay with Mikey. life was pulling at the seams and tearing us to pieces. we were so young. he was being weak and vulnerable with me; something he never did with anyone else, because he protected other people, he played savior for them, he was stronger than any of us. he should have played savior for me, but since he belonged to me as much as i belonged to him, he could simply cry and be vulnerable in my arms. 

against my neck, Mikey mumbled, "if it hurts… why don't you cry, too?" he took on all of the pain. he tightened his arms around me.

"you're crying my tears for me, Manjiro." my pain was his. all my pain was his to feel.

[truckreincarnation]

Head Banging | Bian Le | Trial 3.6 | ATTN: Yuliya, Harriet, Vee | RE: Shin, Esmee, Luz, Frank, Vee

As Bian is faced with criticism and scorn- it doesn't upset her. She knows she messed up, after all. She's keeping an internal list of all the people she needs to apologize to after the fact: Avery, Shin, Germain, Esmee, Harriet- but there's little she can do in the moment.

Theophania's words to Nao invoke something in her. For a moment, she's gripping her desk, seething. She's the first to admit Nao could've handled this better, but how dare she be judged for her outburst by the woman who goes around and does the same. Oh, she wants to call out the hypocrisy- but she knows she's already said too much. She can almost hear a voice in the back of her head speak: A good woman takes it with a smile, because she knows her place among men. She wants to cry, she wants to yell, but she's powerless.

For as long as Bian has lived, her words have been twisted, her confidence has been diminished, and she's been played like a marionette- the only difference was who controlled the strings. It was her mother, it was her ex, and now, it was her dignity, her heart-

Meili's killer is more important than her feelings.

But Bian will remember this.

"I know... I know I shouldn't speak when I was the one who started. I cornered Harriet because I panicked when I saw mirrors to my own life. It was cruel. It was unacceptable.

But I told Esmee this once before... I think this place is designed to make us cruel. It's meant to turn us against each other, and to harden us to the horrors of war.

We can sort everything out after this trial. In private. I have many apologies to give... and my anger... my anger is pointed at this entire place. I've- I've never felt such strong anger. I'm scared. I'm scared we're going to let the killer get away. I'm scared we're going to fall into the same trap we did before... I... 

Please. Let's look everything over, one last time, before we start to point fingers again. I'm so scared."

How true is it? She isn't sure- she's never felt such vitriol. It's a terrifying thing. It'll take time for her to realize what that feeling is.

She hates how her voice cracks at the end. It reminds her of the woman she used to be.

"Unless I'm mistaken, we're down to two suspects: Vee and Harriet. Neither of them have a clear alibi, and it's impossible to vouch for either of them. The only information we have that could help is that two budgies were missing, proving Vee wrote a letter- but that alone isn't enough. With... with what we've discussed so far... this leaves two possible outcomes.

First, if the killer is Vee, then Harriet was in the fountain room when Vee attacked. There was a scramble between Vee, Frank, and Meili, and Frank and Meili were pushed down the stairs at some point. Vee would've had to grab the lance before the fight and managed to return it before.

Second, if the killer is Harriet, then Harriet was... lying about what she said. She attacked Frank, and Meili walked in at an unfortunate time. The struggle started upstairs, made its way downstairs, and eventually ended on the bottom floor."

Bian suddenly looks to the hosts, nodding.

"Is it okay if I search them both for injuries? Just... just so we can rule that out before I continue."

Once she is given the okay, Bian will leave her seat and move to both Vee and Harriet, giving a thorough yet careful search of each. It takes a few moments, but once she's satisfied, she slowly returns to her seat.

"Neither of them have any visible injuries. Vee looks a little pale, but we already know that's from Dark Revival."

With that done, Bian opens up her journal again, and she begins to frantically start writing.

"What we know of the case... the killer had to be the one to smash the wooden bench. Frank didn't do it, and Meili didn't have a weapon. If the guitar wasn't used, then something else was smashed into the...

Into the..."

Bian trails off as her face goes pale. 

"Frank was smashed into the wooden bench. His head, specifically. 

Frank has a concussion, which a fall could trigger, but it's clearly a serious concussion... this level of pain and memory loss after the fact isn't common. However, Frank has wood chips in his hair from the bench. Remember? The bench was specifically left in shattered chunks. Furthermore, a smash that hard would easily cause a serious concussion.

That explains the missing factor- what could've caused all that damage. Frank's head was smashed into the bench."

She's frantically writing, taking notes in her journal and labeling the parts of her sketch. This changed everything for her.

"We- we also have to consider what Shin said. Motive.

Vee and Harriet both had their memories shared already. It would be odd to kill for the motive, now, so they would've needed a secondary motivation. If we assume Frank was attacked, and Meili was just unfortunate to be in the wrong place at the wrong time- we need motivation specifically to attack Frank.

It's... it's hard to assume what that motivation could be. I already made a horrible mistake trying to do that.

We know that Frank and Harriet had some argument that night. Unless I'm mistaken, Vee and Frank never saw crossed paths tonight.

I don't know of any gripes or issues before tonight- if anyone does, please share."

Bian looks at Harriet. She- she has to bite her lip. God, she wants to say something, but she knows she'll be attacked the second she does. She can only keep explaining her thoughts, the words leaving her mouth in rapid succession.

"As for other things to consider:

Both know Hide in Plain Sight, which we can assume was used since Luz stated she felt something hidden when everyone walked into the room. This doesn't eliminate either of them as a possibility- however, Luz said only ONE thing was hidden. This means that either Harriet killed and hid, or Vee killed and ran off while Harriet hid.

The... the only thing that we can't figure out with certainty is the la-"

Bian cuts herself off, turning to look at Yuliya.

"Yuliya? What weapon was Harriet sparring with? This is likely a dead end... but I think it's worth checking, anyways. Or, did Harriet break any weapons during your spar?"

No stone left unturned.

"I think... I think that covers my thoughts... what I've put together so far..."

[paralianprince]

"Yeah." He stubs the sole of his boot against the floor, skidding it forward and back in a weird fidget. "That sounds fun actually."

It sounds daunting as hell. But there's absolutely no way on earth that Peter is about to drop the whole 'my house tried to kill one of my friends' tale onto him right now. It would be impossible for Latvia visiting to end like that; it had only ever happened because aforementioned friend had been stuck in the waiting room between life and dissolution, at the time.

Peter looks up at the micronations' overfilled corkboard, stuck full of news and drawings and postcards. Maybe it's weird how much the installation of some new stairs can mean to one of them.

It would be different if a nation visited though; the worst thing that could happen to Latvia is that he might not like it there.

"Here," Peter shifts to one side, to pull a phone from his pocket. He navigates it to the contacts page, and hands it over. "Then I'll text you so you'll have mine."

While he's at it, he pulls away a blanket off the back of the couch, revealing a pillow-sized sea turtle plushie, presumably hidden so no one would rib him for it. Peter sets it in his lap, for a more comfy place to rest his arm. He's not crying, but his throat does hurt.

Latvia has so far taken every single thing he has said incredibly seriously, even when Peter had intended them as jokes. But perhaps even more incredible than that, as soon as Peter told him anything, Latvia had intuited, almost instantly, everything one could possibly glean from it. Peter accidentally offers him two different numbers alluding to different stages of his life, and-- ta-da-- he knows what Peter was built for, and has approximated damn near everything that came after as well. 

It didn't matter if Peter referred to the last time he'd confided in a nation about his decommissioning as something so reductive as snitching-- Latvia had immediately understood exactly what that confrontation must have actually been like, and had read a great deal into the situation as though it came naturally to him. Peter has not said a single damn thing about food or a lack of it, but, well, here he is again, being correct about that too. He's not just sincere, he is also scary fucking smart. 

Peter is not too upset to be impressed. But even more astonishing than that... is that he wasn't using his own experiences, the fact that he has no doubt been through all the same but worse, to shut Peter down. Rather, he's using his familiarity with such things as proof that he is highly qualified, thank you very much, to insist that he knows a wound when he sees one. Even in someone as small and young as Peter is. That gentleness isn't a zero-sum game with him, where there's a finite amount of compassion to go around, which must be stringently rationed out only to those who deserve it the most.

Peter doesn't try to deflect this time.

"... And... I did want to see him again. Yeah."

What would that have felt like?  If he had been allowed to rest there at God's gates?  As an earned reward, instead of a sentencing, for all he'd tried to give? 

"I think he was scared of me though.  My humans were. I usually kept away from them, at the Captain's behest, as over time they'd come to fear me. Okay-- calling 'em my humans is a bit generous, but still. And it did get better, once everything, y'know, calmed down."

"I-I. . ." He cuts himself off, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his wrist as subtly as he can. Did he make things awkward? He probably made things awkward. Raivis takes a deep, shuddering breath. "Sorry." Somehow, he managed to flip the situation so that Peter was the one comforting him rather than the other way around. It's selfish, really, but it's not like he intended to have that effect. "Please do not try to playdown it. I-I know what isolation and starvation are like. I-I have been in famines, I have been stuck in cells, and 'dull' might be true, but that in no way changes how awful it is. If anything. . ." He trails off. If anything, the boredom is the part that makes it so unbearable. In situations like his, there's nothing to focus on except one's own suffering. Raivis has never been in solitary for more than a few days, so going literal years seems impossible. "Even if he thought you would disappear, h-he should have sent someone to check on you. He should have made sure. O-Or - OR! He should have - h-have brought you with him, whether you wanted to go or not, so that your last few days would be with the comfort of someone you know. There is no excuse. None. There isn't. You were let down in the most absolute way." Again he rubs at his eyes. The tears are slow, peeking out and escaping at odd intervals, but they're heavy and fat, cascading down when they manage to break free. He's gradually reeling them back in, regaining some control, but he's always been a crybaby. "I am not saying you should move away. I am only asking if you ever have fears about being abandoned there, l-like if everyone would leave again and you would be stuck." Raivis sniffles. The tears have mostly stopped, though they cling to the rims of his eyes and hang off his lashes. "I'm asking because - because if you a-are worried about that, you could always call me, i-if you wanted. I know you probably have other friends to help you, but if - if you ever are needing someone, or if you just need a friend, then I. . . If you wanted, I, too, could-"

[fictionalcharacters4life]

Just The Beginning*

Word Count: 727

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: Just a quick little drabble as I get back into my DBH phase

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human 2018

Relationship: Markus x Female!Reader

Summary: Markus has noticed a change in himself, and so have you.

Warnings: explicit content, soft core

Masterlist Detroit: Become Human Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to -> @josh-washington-wants-pizza}

Giggling, you run up the staircase of Carl Manfred's mansion. He was out on a ride around the futuristic neighborhood, instructing you to keep a close eye on his droid. If only he’d known the relationship you had forming with his caretaker, maybe he wouldn’t have been so lenient.

You see, as Markus had adapted to the corresponding life of Detroit, you, alongside Carl, had noticed some changes. Human-like changes in fact. As you’d read in the magazines and newspapers in Detroit, the robots have similar body structures on the outside, adaptive feelings on the inside.

You hadn’t noticed it then, when you’d first met the small family, but you sure as hell didn’t take long to notice the signs. Attraction. Lust. Want. All different words, all the same meanings between human... and robot.

Smiling curiously, Markus eyes you from the bottom of the staircase, eyes wide and childlike.

“What, are you just gonna stand there? Or, are you gonna chase me?” you laugh, flying up the remaining stairs and down the hall.

Clogs working for a moment, Markus’ LED, a small moment of blinking orange before his mind is made up and flashes back to blue. Smiling, he runs up the stairs after you, following down the hall to the door you’d left ajar. Walking through, he’s yet again left dumbfounded, standing stoic and straight at the sight before his eyes.

Before him, you stand in only a robe, having quickly stripped your body of clothes to leave just your pre-planned black lingerie. Your cheeks ablaze, you spin the tie of the robe seductively, grinning up at Markus with slight regret.

“What’s this?” he asks, a burning sensation curling in the pit of his abdomen.

“Well, I have noticed... how you look at me,” you start, staring at the floor, “And, it’s almost childlike. How you stare openly and so transparent. You want me, don’t you Markus?”

Eyes having roamed your form freely, Markus gulps then snaps his attention back to your awaiting gaze, a swift nod collecting your straggling thoughts. “Yes. Yes I do,” he nods again.

“Then have me,” you smirk.

In two swift strides, Markus’ hands splay at your hips, pulling your body to meld right against his. Then do you feel his arousal on your stomach, poking and prodding in selfish need. Fumbling with the robe, he feels the fabric in embarrassment, his innocence and uncertainty laid plainly before you.

“You don’t have experience, huh?”

He shakes his head again, going to pull away from you.

Grabbing his hands, you pull them to lay on your palms, “Then I’m just gonna have to show you.” You laugh and push him lightly to fall against the bed, a soft smile gracing his lips again.

Removing your robe and tossing it to the floor, you motion for Markus to sit up, helping him out of his shirt, then motion for him to remove his pants and shoes. Once he’s done so, you push him back against the headboard, smiling confidently at him for reassurance. “You don’t need to tense up, I’ve got you.”

Straddling his hips, you place your hands on his cheeks, sensually starting a rhythm when your hips find his begging tip through his boxers, your arousal dampening the soft material. His body tightens again, a wave of pleasure coursing through him as the first grinds start.

You giggle, placing a soft kiss to his lips, soon tracing a line down his neck to his collar. Looking up, his breathing quickens and cheeks heat in pleasure. He was close, but you couldn’t allow the fun to be over yet.

Removing yourself from where you both needed each other, you pull Markus lightly, asking him to lay on the pillows. Submissively, he does so, staring at you in adoration. Sitting up on your knees, you pin his arms above his head with your hands, kissing his passionately. 

Detaching yourself again, you kiss and nibble his jaw, slowly moving down towards his chest, admiring the firm exterior of his chest and arms. “You’re so hot,” you compliment, smiling up at him for a second.

His cheeks blaze, the humane normalcy a complete marvel to you.

“However, I’m just getting started,” you giggle as his eyes widen. “I’M just getting started.”

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

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Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Here for round two of my Al Ghul!reader ask and wanted something funny between them and Dick, following by 47. " Bake me a cake, and we'll talk "

Hello again, anon! Thank you for another wonderful request! I hope you like what I came up with!

al Ghul!Reader Masterlist

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“Grayson…………..Grayson…………Grayson!” As you yelled for the vigilante to halt his attack for the third time without him listening, you sighed before flipping him to the floor.

Sitting up with a groan, Dick muttered, “What is it with you and flipping people on their backs?”

“If you would listen to me for once, I would not have to resort to such drastic measures.” You offered him a hand to help him to his feet.

Taking it, Dick grumbled, “I thought you were just trying to distract me so you could get a better opening.”

“I did not need a distraction to take you down. Besides, if the point of this sparring session is to teach you some of my fighting techniques, you need to listen while I explain. Otherwise, there is no point in this exercise.” You started to walk away, before he stopped you.

“No, wait! I’m sorry. I want to learn, I really do.” And then Dick scoffed. “But, come on. I can’t be a worse student than Jason was.”

You turned back to face him. “When Jason began his training, he was a much different person than the one you knew before or since. He was lost and looking for guidance. So, in fact, he was one of the best students I ever had.”

“Aww… You two wouldn’t happen to be talkn’ about little ol’ me, would you?” Jason asked as he walked into the sparring area.

You sighed at his snark. “You were not supposed to be here for another three days.”

He shrugged as he pulled you into an unwanted hug. “Yeah, but I wasn’t going to miss your birthday.”

Dick glanced back and forth between the two of you. “Wait, it’s your birthday?”

“Officially, yes. Tomorrow.”

“Well, then, we have to celebrate!” Dick paused as he thought it over. “What do you normally do to celebrate?”

“I don’t.” You explained. “In the League, once you reach age 15 you complete in a trial by combat against a team of skilled assassins. If you survive, you become a full-fledged member yourself. At this time, things such as birthdays and holidays no longer carry any significance. Jason only knows the date because he saw some old documents and photos while he was living with us.”

“So, the last time you celebrated your birthday, you were 15 and it involved a fight to the death?” Dick asked.

You nodded. “Exactly. I believe that is what I just said.”

He let out a low whistle. “Man, the more I learn about the League of Assassins, the more I realize Bruce actually went easy on us during his training.”

“Yes. Bruce does take a rather softer approach to instruction that I am accustomed to.” Jason snorted loudly at your statement, but you ignored him.

“Well, how about we throw you a huge party! We’ll make up for all of the birthdays you missed in the past! We can bake you a cake and there will be presents and games. Plus, Alfred can make whatever you want for dinner! It’ll be great!” Dick was practically jumping up and down in excitement at his idea.

But you were having none of it. “No. I told you. I do not celebrate my birthday.”

“But we cou-”

“No. And that is my final word on the matter. Now, if you two will excuse me, I believe my brother should be getting home from school any moment.” You turned and walked up the stairs to the main manor.

However, you hesitated at the top, looking at the heartbroken Dick below you. You cursed softly under your breath before yelling down, “Grayson. Bake me a cake, and we’ll talk.” And then you disappeared upstairs.

Prompt List.

[twiceasfrustrating]

I don't know if you wanted people to send you asks with the kiss prompts or not. If not, just go ahead and ignore and delete this.

A mix between 20 and 48. Beel and a short GN!MC. Usually they have to be sitting (or lying down) or Beel has to lift MC up and either hold them or place them on something higher while he remains standing to avoid him having to bend down ridiculously low to kiss them. Enter: stairs. Here they can both stand up straight while they kiss, and MC can even be "taller" and be the one that has to bend down a bit for a change. <3

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Beel, Main Character

Additional Tags: GN!MC (you/your), kissing, fluff

A/N: You know, I wasn’t… but this is really cute so BAM

Word Count: 446

Demons are… very large. Even Asmodeus, who is the shortest of his siblings by far, is large enough to smack his head in a human doorway. When it comes to Beel, well, he is on an entirely different level. Even by demon standards, he is massive (and still growing!). It’s almost embarrassing when you stand next to one another because you practically fade into the background compared to him.

What's more embarrassing, however, is the way you beg for him to bend over when you want to kiss his cheek. It shouldn't be so hard to give such an innocent and casual expression of affection, but you can't reach him even standing on your tiptoes. 

Oftentimes, he has to lift you up. It's honestly easier than him bending over constantly, but it also can feel very belittling. You're a full grown human and he picks you up as if you weighed little more than a child's doll. You know it isn't malicious, but… uggg

Until the time you are trying to walk to class and hear his voice calling to you from a flight below you. It's one of those zigzagging stair wells, looping left and right as they ascend and each flight separated by a railing.

You stopped where you were, looking over the railing to see him below. He's incredibly tall next to the other students as he stomps up the stairs to meet with you. You know his schedule and he isn't going the same way as you. In fact, this floor he's coming to should be his stop while you have to go up another one.

He stops across the railing from you, giving you a large beaming smile at his luck for catching you before your next class. He really was the cutest when he wanted to be (even when he didn't want to be).

You don't realize it at first, but at some point it finally hits you that both of you are standing face-to-face. Actually, you may be slightly taller than him for once.

There are many things you could do with such an advantage, but you settle on trying something you've always wanted to.

"Hey, close your eyes," you say with a smirk on your face and when he does, for once, you have to be the one to bend down to give him a kiss.

When he finally opens his eyes to look up at you, his face has gone red. So that's what it felt like to be the small one in a relationship… he decided he liked it, as he stood on his toes to return the favor before you two needed to part ways.

[koushou]

i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

Madripoor

Requested by: MEEE cause this plot popped into my head the second I watched this episode

Summary: Bucky was just following Sharon’s advice to enjoy the party when he meets *yn*, what he isn’t counting on is that he most definitely won’t be staying out of trouble.

Warnings: THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EP 3 SPOILERS YOU’VE BEEN WARNEDDDDD, fluff, swearing, violence

PART TWO (NAGEL)

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“Lay low, blend in. Enjoy the party.” Sharon spoke as she made her way up the stairs. “Oh and try to stay out of trouble, I’ll see what I can find.” 

“Trouble?” Zemo smirked. 

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Sharon’s words echoed in Bucky’s ears as he made his way through the party. Sweaty bodies were pressed up against him as he ducked and weaved through the crowd. It felt like the pulsating music was drumming against his skull as he made his way up to the bar.

“I’m way too old for this.” He huffed out once he reached Sam, gesturing to the bartender for two shots.

“Old or lame? There’s a big difference.” Sam remarked as the pair simultaneously clinked their glasses together and skulled the liquid. Bucky smirked as he watched Sam cough and splutter.

“Now who’s the lame one?” Bucky chuckled, the liquid burning his throat.

“Maybe we both are. Look at Zemo, the dude may be weird but he’s got game.” Sam answered once he’d recovered. 

Bucky followed his gaze to see Zemo dancing in between two women, both giggling and chatting animately. He watched as Zemo suddenly began pumping his arm enthusiastically to the beat as the girls watched him wide eyed, before exchanging glancing and slipping back into the crowd without another word.

“On second thought dude’s just weird.”

Bucky let out a chuckle as he leant forward and grabbed the beer that the bartender had left out for him. He took a swig as he turned back around to face the party. He automatically swept over area, his eyes sliding over the hundreds of faces as he looked out for any threat.

He paused as his eyes fell on a flash of bright red material. 

Upon closer inspection he noted that the bright red material was in fact a silk dress that was covering the slender figure of a young woman. It was a halter dress that had a deep slit down the front and was almost completely backless, the silk material falling down almost to her ankles with another deep slit also running up her leg that exposed her thigh. 

He felt his grip on his beer tighten as his eyes fell on her face, revealing a pair of eyes framed by thick lashes and lips painted with a deep plum lipstick. She was snaking her way through the crowd, gracefully dodging drunken people as they stumbled their way around on the dance floor. 

As if she sensed his gaze her eyes flickered up and locked with his. The pair eyed each other for a few moments. She shot him a small smile before breaking their gaze.

“Now who would you be checking out hm?” Sam’s voice broke Bucky out of his almost trance like state. 

“No one.” Bucky answered gruffly, glancing over at Sam to see him smirking at him. 

“Sure Buck.”

Bucky ignored him and turned his head back to where the woman had been only moments ago. She was gone. He scanned the crowd and let out a small huff when he couldn’t see any sight of her. 

“Now, I need you to educate me on this art so I can impress some of the ladies.” Sam spoke up again, dragging Bucky’s attention from the crowd.

“What’s that one?” He asked pointing at a nearby painting.

“That’s the Wedding at Cana, painted by Paolo Veronese in 1563.”

“1562 actually.”

Bucky swivelled around, a breath catching in his throat when his eyes fell on the bright red dress. He had no idea how she’d managed to somehow appear beside him without him noticing. He swallowed and ran a hand through his hair as he composed himself before answering, ensuring his face stayed void of emotion.

“I’m pretty sure it’s 1563 actually.”

His answer made her brow quirk up in amusement as she took a sip of her drink, her wrist twinkling due to a very expensive looking diamond bracelet dangling from it.

“Actually I think you’ll find it’s 1562. The copy in the Louvre might say 1563 but I suggest you take a peak at the original.” Her words made his eyes narrow as he studied her features. 

“Well maybe I will.” 

“Before you do that please feel free to continue educating your friend, I’m happy to sit here and correct you when you make another mistake.” She spoke, shooting him an overly warm smile which caused Bucky to grit his teeth. 

Sam let out a low whistle as the smirk on her lips widened. “Damn Buck I think you might’ve met someone more cultured than you.” 

“We’ll see about that.” Bucky muttered, taking a swig of his beer as he eyed her. 

“So how does someone like yourself become so knowledgable about stolen art?” Sam asked her, his eyes darting between the pair in amusement.

The girl shrugged as she took another sip of her drink before motioning to the bartender. “I know a lot about a lot of things.” 

“Really?” Bucky mused, this time it being his turn to raise a brow. “And does ‘miss knower of all things’ have a name?” 

“Miss knower of all things does.” She answered as she grabbed the shot glass and pressed it to her lips. Bucky eyed her profile intently, noting the way her plump lips wrapped around the lip of the glass and her eyes screwed shut as she slung her head back to let the liquid slide down her throat. 

“I love this song.” She remarked, finishing the remainder of her other drink before she rose from her seat. Bucky’s eyes followed her figure as she begun to make her way back to the dance floor. She paused and glanced over her shoulder, a smirk still present on her lips.

“You coming to dance with me or what Buck?” She queried, Sam’s nickname for him rolling off her tongue, amusement evident in her tone.

Bucky eyed her for a few moments before glancing over at Sam. “Sharon did say to enjoy the party.” Sam grinned.

“Try not to be too lame or old huh?” He continued, patting his shoulder encouragingly as Bucky rose from his chair. 

“Thanks.” Bucky muttered as he cautiously approached the woman in red. Her smirk widened as he made his way towards her. “C’mon.” He heard her say as she leant forward and took his gloved hand in hers and tugged him into the crowd.

If she was saying anything to him, he couldn’t hear as he felt himself become engulfed in the crowd as she pulled him deeper into the dance floor. After a few moments she came to a stop and swivelled around to face him. He felt himself grow slightly red as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, swaying her hips to the beat.

“Are you really not going to tell me your name?” Bucky spoke, practically shouting to make himself heard over the thumping base.

“Why do you want to know? You never danced with a stranger before?” She answered back.

“No I just- I usually know people’s names before I dance with them.” He replied which caused her to let out a small laugh. “Back in my day we used to go out to dinner first.” He added silently in his head. 

His heart thumped against his chest as she pulled him closer to her and leant up so her lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “My name’s *yn*.” 

“*yn*.” Bucky echoed, her smile widening at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. “And what brings you to a place like Madripoor?” 

“You ask a lot of questions.” She observed matter-of-factly.  

Before Bucky could open his mouth to respond, *yn* twisted around, keeping one arm slung around his neck as she pressed her back up against his body. Bucky bit his lip to prevent a hiss from escaping his mouth as *yn* began to rotate her hips to the rhythm of the music, the fabric of her dress pressing against the material of his black suit pants.

This certainly beat online dating.

“Just relax, enjoy the party.” *yn* laughed breathlessly, echoing Sam’s words from before as she pressed even harder against him. Bucky let his eyes flutter shut as he felt his hands automatically move to grip her hips as he started to move his own body in time with the thumping bass. 

His grip on her hips tightened as she lolled her head back against his chest, her hot breath fanning onto his neck as the pair moved in sync. 

If only Steve could see him now.

As he grew more comfortable he let his gloved hands begin to wander, trailing over her lower stomach before gliding down her thighs. “What do you say we go find somewhere quieter to talk?” He heard *yn* murmur into his ear. 

He felt *yn*’s body stiffen as his hands crept lower to just below her panty line. Before he could answer, her hand suddenly shot out to grip his wrist and cease his movements but not before his hand suddenly brushed over an unexpected bump on her leg. 

A shape that felt suspiciously like a-

A hand suddenly clamped onto his shoulder causing him to jerk his hands away in surprise just as *yn* pulled away from his grasp. “I’m sorry to break up the party but Sharon’s found our guy-” Sam cut himself off as Bucky swivelled around to stare at him, his eyes wide in surprise.

“You good man?” Sam asked, concern written on his features when he noticed Bucky’s look of surprise.

“I-” Bucky cut himself off before looking back to *yn*.

His brow furrowed as his eyes instead fell on a drunk man currently sculling a beer out of a shoe. He frantically looked around, muttering a curse under his breath when he realised *yn* was no where to be seen. 

It was like she had vanished without a trace.

“Oh painting girl pulled a runner? Don’t worry about it man happens to the best of us.” Sam comforted, patting his shoulder once more. 

Bucky felt a ripple of suspicion wash over him but he decided against telling Sam about it as he finally pulled his gaze away from the crowd to look at Sam. “Let’s get Zemo. We should talk somewhere private.”

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“Alright what have you found?” Sam asked. Zemo, Bucky, Sharon and Sam were all piled into a private coat room located directly above the party. The bass was still so loud that Bucky could feel the vibrations through the tiled floor. The door was locked with a few security guards located outside and on the stairs leading up to the room. 

Bucky sighed, his mind swimming with thoughts of *yn* as he ripped his gloves off. He couldn’t shake a feeling of suspicious that was gnawing at him that there was something off about *yn*.

“I’ve spoken to a few buyers and I’ve got a location on Doctor Nagel.” Sharon spoke, interrupting his thoughts. “He was pretty hard to track down but he’s definitely still here in Madripoor. He’s at the shipping yard.”

Bucky stiffened when he swore he head a thump outside the door, a thump that didn’t correlate with the sound from the party. He strained his ears and sure enough, another thump followed suit a few minutes lately. 

“Bucky?”

“You sure no one can get up here?” Bucky queried, looking over to Sharon. 

“I’m sure. This is a restricted area, I’ve got all the entrances guarded.” She answered, watching him as he made his way to the door.

“Bucky? What’s going on?” Sam asked.

Bucky held his hand up to signal everyone to be quiet as he pressed his ear against the wood. He held his breath as he listened intently. There were a few moments of quiet until he head another thump and a small moan. 

Without warning Bucky ripped open the door and stepped out into the hallway. He nearly tripped over when his foot hit a solid form. He glanced down to see one of the guards lying at his feet, letting out low moans of pain. His eyes travelled down the hall to see all of the guards were either unconscious or were too dazed to get to their feet. 

He froze when his eyes fell on an all too familiar red dress. 

Bucky locked eyes with *yn*, her lips parted in surprise and chest heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breath. The pair stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, the silence almost deafening as they eyed each other. 

“Bucky!” Sam called out, shattering the silence.

Bucky was only distracted for a split second but *yn* took it, turning around and sprinting down the stairs. “Hey!” Bucky shouted, taking off after her ignoring Sam’s shouts from behind him. 

Bucky leapt down the winding stairs, catching brief glimpses of the red material before it disappeared around the next corner. Finally his feet planted on the lower floor. His eyes scanned the crowd, locking onto *yn*’s figure as she pushed through the crowd.

His jaw locked and he could feel himself enter into winter soldier mode as he stormed forward and plunged into the throng of people. He ignored protests and exclamations of surprise as he shoved people out of the way, parting them like the red sea as he kept his eyes focused on her like a laser beam. 

*yn* glanced over her shoulder and the pair briefly locked eyes before she turned around once more and broke out of the crowd, sprinting towards a door with a neon exit sign hanging above it. 

Bucky was hot on her heels, shoving the door open revealing another set of stairs. He hurried up the stairs and got to a landing revealing two doors. He noted that the left door was slightly ajar and he pushed through it revealing a large hall.

He sprinted into the centre of it, coming to a stop when he saw no sight of *yn*. He did a 360 of the room, craning his neck to look around. The room was empty except for a few large wooden boxes covered in tarps. Clearly this was where Sharon kept the less impressive stolen art.

“Come on.” Bucky muttered under his breath as he looked around. It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop but his senses were telling him that he wasn’t alone in this room.

*yn* was here, if that was even her name.

He let out a grunt of surprise as a sold object hit his back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He could feel limbs wrapping around his neck and his torso as slender arms pulled his neck into a headlock. He let another grunt as he brought his hands up to grip onto the arm that was around his throat.

He furrowed his brow in surprise when he pulled at the arms and found them unbudging. He tried once more, mustering all the strength he had but *yn*’s grip remained unmoving. He gritted his teeth and took a couple steps before shoving his back into one of the wooden crates.

He heard *yn* let out a small moan of pain as her body smacked against the solid mass with full force. Sure enough, her grip loosened slightly which allowed Bucky to pull her arm from his neck and throw her body over his head and off him. 

She twisted her body in the air so that she landed in a crouched position but still on her feet. Bucky watched her as she rose to her full height, her body slightly gleaming with sweat under the sterile light. She took a few steps back from him and leant down to spread apart her dress, revealing a black thigh garter.

Just as Bucky had suspected on the dance floor, sheathed inside the thigh garter was a small blade. He watched as she pulled it from her thigh, gripping it tightly in her hand.

“You picked the wrong dress tonight doll.” Bucky tutted as he took a few steps towards her.

“You don’t like it? I’m hurt.” *yn* pouted, placing a hand over her heart mockingly. 

“Trust me doll, I like it.” Bucky answered, letting his eyes briefly dart from the dagger in her hand to her dress. “But it’s not exactly the best dress for blending in and slipping away unnoticed.” 

“Who ever said I wanted to slip away unnoticed?” *yn* answered, a mischievous glint in her eye as the pair began to slowly circle each other. Her words made his forehead crease in confusion as he studied her intently. 

“So you know who I am?” 

“I do.” *yn* nodded as she twisted the knife in between her fingers. “The зимний солдат.” 

Her answer made Bucky’s lips part slightly in surprise. “That is what they call you, isn’t it?” She mused.

“Who are you?” Bucky snapped causing her to smirk to widen.

“What were those magic words again, Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать-”

Bucky suddenly lurched forward, taking *yn* by surprise. She reacted instinctively, bringing the blade up from her side towards his stomach. Bucky gripped her wrist using his right arm, stopping the knife only inches from his flesh. He pulled her closer to him and raised his metal arm to strike her. With lightning fast reflexes her other arm shot up and her hand enclosed around his fist.

He glanced up at her in surprise when she pushed against his metal arm, stopping his fist from colliding with her jaw. He grunted as he mustered up more strength in an attempt to break out of her grasp to no avail. They were evenly matched in strength. 

He had no idea who she was but now he was certain of one thing. They both had super soldier serum running through their veins. 

*yn* took advantage of Bucky’s surprise and lifted a leg up, kicking him squarely in the stomach, her stiletto heel digging into his skin. Bucky spluttered as he felt the wind get knocked out of him, loosening his grip on her arms. *yn* reacted quickly, knocking his feet from underneath him and jumping on top of him. 

Bucky groaned as his back hit the concrete floor and *yn* straddled him, pinning both of his arms above his head with one hand and pressing her dagger to his throat with the other.

“I think I liked you better when I was showing you up in front of your friend.” She remarked as she pressed the blade firmly against his skin.

“And I think I liked you better when you were dancing on me and not trying to kill me.” Bucky spat back as he squirmed underneath her causing *yn* to cock her head to the side, an amused expression on her features.

“Now whoever said I wanted to kill you?” 

“Hmm I don’t know, could be the knife you’ve got against my throat.” He growled, wincing as the metal dug even further into his flesh. *yn* let out a breathy laugh as she leant down towards his face.

“Trust me pretty boy, if I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.” 

The sound of footsteps approaching and Sam calling Bucky’s name made both their heads jerk towards the door before Bucky could answer her. This time it was Bucky’s turn to take advantage of *yn* being caught off guard. He managed to wriggle his metal arm out of her iron like grip and instantly lurched up to grab her around the throat. 

*yn* spluttered in surprise, instinctively dropping her dagger to use both her hands to struggle against his vice like grip. Bucky used all of his core strength to push her off him and roll himself on top of her. Now he was so close up to her and under bright light, he could see that her skin was littered with small scars and bullet holes. 

*yn*’s face was slowly growing red as she desperately gasped for air, her body squirming underneath him as she clawed at his metal arm. “I’m not going to ask you again, who the hell are you?” Bucky spat, glaring down at her as he desperately searched her eyes for some sort of answer.

“I don’t-” She spluttered, “I didn’t come here to hurt you, please-” She continued, her voice barely a whisper as her airway grew more restricted. For the first time since Bucky had locked eyes with her, he could see some form of fear and desperation reflecting back at him. The pair eyed each other for a few moments before Bucky slowly eased his grip around her throat, just enough for her to regain some air. *yn* gasped at the feeling of oxygen entering her lungs once more.

“Woah, what the fuck-” 

Bucky looked up to see Sam, Sharon and Zemo staring at the pair with wide eyes, all three of them with their weapons raised. 

“What part of stay out of trouble did you not understand?” Sharon queried, an exacerbated expression on her features.

“Trouble found me.” Bucky answered gruffly as he looked back down at *yn*. The fear that had been present on her features only moments ago had vanished, the cocky and flirtatious mask had been slipped back on. 

“Not that I really mind this position, but given that the cavalry’s arrived, do you mind getting off me?” *yn* asked Bucky coolly. 

Bucky’s lips pressed into a thin line, clearly unamused at her remark as he studied her. “You’re not going to try and kill me again?” 

“I already told you, I don’t want to kill you.” *yn* huffed, rolling her eyes. 

Bucky studied her for a few moments before finally relenting and releasing her throat from his grip. He pushed himself off her and rose to his feet but not before grabbing her dagger and sliding it into his suit pants. 

*yn* got herself up from the ground, her breathing still ragged as she ran a hand through her hair and tucked her strays behind her ears. 

“You wanna tell us who this is Bucky?” Sharon asked, eyeing *yn* up and down.

“Supposedly her name is *yn*-”

“-not supposedly, it is *yn*.”

“-she seems to like not answering questions about herself.” Bucky ignored *yn*’s input. “Oh and she’s had the super soldier serum.” 

“Might want to keep an eye on your friend over there, I know he’s in the habit of murdering anyone who’s come within walking distance of the stuff.” *yn* remarked dryly shooting Zemo a dirty look. 

“Hello to you too darling.” Zemo grinned causing Sharon to roll her eyes.

“Who are you? Who the hell do you work for?” Sharon quizzed her.

“I don’t work for anyone.” *yn* snapped back.

“The flag smashers?” Sam asked causing *yn*’s face to contort into a look of disgust. “Fuck no, I don’t work with those amateurs.” 

“Just tell us what you want or I’m going to have to detain you.” Sharon spoke. There was a brief pause as *yn* studied Sharon before looking over to Bucky.

“You’re not the only one looking for answers, зимний солдат.” She answered quietly, her features softening for a moment as she looked at him.

“Well then maybe we can help each other get answers then.” Bucky murmured back.

The pair studied each other for a few moments before a loud honk suddenly sounded outside. Gun shots rang out from underneath them followed by loud screams and shouts. Bucky, Zemo, Sam and Sharon looked around in confusion as the sound of hundreds of footsteps began to grew louder and louder. 

“Sorry kids, that’s my ride. Gotta fly.”

Within a few seconds the door burst open and hundreds of party goers flooded the room, shouting for help as they fled from the gun fire. Bucky glanced over to where *yn* had been only a few seconds ago to see that she was sprinting towards the only window in the room. 

Bucky pushed through the panicked crowd, watching helplessly as *yn* reached the raised window. She clambered up onto the ledge and shoved the window open. She glanced over her shoulder and the pair locked eyes when Bucky was practically within arms length of her. 

“I’ll be sure to send Doctor Nagel your regards, Buck.” She taunted. “We should do this again sometime, maybe without trying to hurt each other.” She smirked, sending him a wink before leaping off the ledge. Bucky scrambled up onto the ledge and poked his head out to see *yn* sliding down a pipe fixed to the outside of the building. 

He watched helplessly as her stilettos hit the ground. She approached a waiting motorcycle, the driver holding out a helmet for her expectantly. She took the helmet and slung her leg over the seat, sliding her helmet on as the driver throttled the engine. She looked up to the window and gave Bucky a wave before wrapping her arms around the driver’s waist.

“Fuck.” Bucky cursed as he watched the motorbike peel off into the bustling street, going completely unnoticed by the rest of the public amid the chaos. 

“She’s gone?” Sam queried as the other three appeared beside Bucky at the window.

“Hm.” Bucky grunted, clenching his jaw in annoyance as he watched the motorbike disappear from sight. 

“She was kind of terrifying.” Sam remarked matter of factly. 

“I thought for sure she was going to gut you, James.” Zemo observed.

Bucky stayed silently, clearly brooding as he stared out into the street as Sam studied him in amusement. 

“I think Bucky’s in love.” 

PART TWO (NAGEL)

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зимний солдат = winter soldier

Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать = Longing, Rusted, Seventeen.

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I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!?!? As always feedback is appreciated!!!! Please give it back here xx

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™���

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.