#have you guys seen the figure storm collectables made of him?

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Small art dump of my drawings of Goenitz! Coincidentally in order of my first full drawing of him I liked vs my most recent

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So High School (2/2)

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

synopsis : the one wherein the reader and Bucky navigate the initial stages of falling in love, and well, it feels a whole lot like high school <3

themes : friends to lovers, jealousy, tension, mutual pining, fluff, everyone is alive!

word count : 4.3k ▪︎ masterlist ▪︎ part one

Bucky hears you laugh from inside your room, and it immediately lightens something in him. It helps, because the past few days haven't been great.

He hasn’t seen you since the night of his date. The next day, he thought he spotted you leaving the gym right when he walked in, but before he could catch up, you were gone. That felt like a punch to the gut, but he told himself he'd find you later.

Except, he didn’t.

You were ‘out’ according to the others, and for the next few days, it was the same thing. 

It's not you're dating or anything, Steve pointed out. She doesn't owe you her days.

Whatever, Bucky thought. The idea that you were too busy for him didn’t feel right. Maybe it was childish, but he didn’t care. He just didn’t like missing you.

Everything was better when you were around – when you flashed him a smile, even if it was for no reason at all. And now it feels like you’re avoiding him, and he can’t figure out why.

Another burst of laughter from your room pulls him back to the present. He raises his fist to knock on your door but pauses when he hears another voice. Another person’s laugh. 

You have a guy in there with you. Bucky freezes, hand hovering mid-air, but he quickly collects himself and knocks harder than he meant to. It's a relief he didn't use his vibranium arm, or he'll be doing some explaining to Tony.

Inside, the laughter stops. As it should. He hears FRIDAY announce his arrival.

“One sec,” you call out, and then, a soft, playful, “No, don’t – wait!” You laugh again.

You open the door with a smile that falters when you see Bucky. 

“Hey, Buck,” you greet, sounding surprised. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Bucky hesitates, eyes flicking past you into the room. The question slips out before he can stop it. “You got someone in there with you?”

Before you can answer, a gust of wind moves past you, and suddenly, Pietro Maximoff is leaning against the doorframe, his arm draped casually around your shoulders.

“Good morning, James,” Pietro says with that slight accent of his, flashing a grin. Bucky’s jaw clenches at how close Pietro is to you.

This – this – is what has kept you so busy? Hanging out with Pietro. His gut twists. Don’t you already spend enough time with the damn speedster?

You notice his reaction, quickly explaining, “We’re just playing video games. The new GTA came out, and Pietro introduced me to it, so we’ve been – ”

“Alone?” Bucky interrupts, immediately wishing he hadn’t. Of course, alone. You just said it was only the two of you.

“Y-yeah,” you stammer, slightly confused. “During our downtime.”

“You can join us if you want, James,” Pietro offers smoothly, stepping back to make room for him.

You hum in agreement, looking at Bucky with those soft, inviting eyes that he can never say no to. But the thought of sitting there, watching you and Pietro joke and laugh together, feels like too much. He’s not sure he could handle it without snapping.

He wants to storm right in there, and stake his claim, like some sort of caveman.

He wants to, and he knows it's ridiculous.

You're not his.

“Uh, I actually have to help Steve with something,” he lies, taking a step back.

Your face falls slightly. You looked disappointed at that. But why? Shouldn't you be glad to spend more alone time with Pietro? “Oh. Well, another time, then?”

“Yeah, another time,” he mutters, waving awkwardly as he turns to leave. He’s only made it a few steps down the hall when he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“Wait, Buck,” you say, stopping him. “Why’d you come by?”

He's stumped, because why did he? He wanted to see you, he wanted to hear your voice, he wanted to stare at your face until you frown at him and tell him he’s being weird.

“I just wanted to say hi,” he says, though it feels empty compared to what he’s actually feeling. “I haven’t seen you around.”

You smile at that. “Well, hello.”

“Hi.” He's so down bad, because it's just that - just hello - and his heartbeat is doing somersaults.

You start to walk backward, that damned smile still gracing your lips. “Okay, then. I'll see you around, Bucky.”

Before you turn, you pause. “Oh, by the way, how did your date go? You never told me.”

It’s strange. He’d almost forgotten about the date. He didn’t care much about it at the time, and now, it feels even more irrelevant. But you’re standing there, waiting for an answer, so he shrugs.

“It was... alright. She was alright. But I don’t think we’ll be going out again.”

Your expression softens. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

Why were you sorry? Did you want him to go on another date? Were you just fine with him being with someone else? Bucky's worried thoughts came flooding right in.

“Don’t be,” Bucky says, more honestly than anything else he’s said today. “I’ve got my eye on someone else.”

For a brief second, your face falters, but you recover so quickly that he almost doesn’t catch it. Almost.

“Okay, then,” you say, your voice a little quieter now. “I’ll see you later.”

You thought you kept your face blank as you walked back in your room, but maybe you've never been the best at pretending, because Pietro immediately corners you with, “What's wrong? It's James, isn't it?”

You sigh dramatically, “Yes... yes it is. Can never hide anything from you, Pietro.”

“Oh, please. I can literally see the tiniest switches in your expression before you even fully realise it.” He pats the spot next to him on the couch, beckoning to you. “Come here, tell Uncle Pietro what's wrong.”

You breathe out a laugh at his silliness, plopping down on the couch in a huff, “Well, Uncle Pietro, I think I may have hinted at this to you before but I – ” 

“ – like James.”

“Y-yes,” you say nervously, the confession enough to speed up your heartbeat. You had been planning to say this to Bucky, and make clear to him what everyone already sees, until he took someone else on a date. Your spirits were crushed, and instead of doubling down and swallowing your pride, you decided to steer clear of him for the time being.

“He likes you, too,” Pietro says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You frown. “He flirts, but that’s just how he is.”

“No, sweetheart,” Pietro laughs, “to everyone else, he's like a grumpy old cat. When he saw me in here, I could swear he was ready to claw my eyes out. He would never catch me of course – ” you roll your eyes at that remark “ – but my point is, that grumpy old cat was jealous.”

“Of us?” you shake your head at how ridiculous it sounds. Pietro's always been like a brother to you, and Bucky would know that, if he chose to spend time with the both of you now and again.

But no. Every time he finds you with him, he's always had an excuse readily mumbled under his breath.

Pietro nods. “Jealous as hell. He probably doesn’t even know about Irina.”

“Your girlfriend?” You furrow your brow. “I guess not. He never sticks around long enough when we’re together.”

“Can't really share anything with Bionic Man because he always glares at me. Thanks to you.”

“How is that my fault?”

“You should make it clear that there's nothing going on between us.” Pietro slings his arm around you as a gesture of comfort. “And you should tell him how you feel.”

“Easier said than done,” you mumble. “Last time we spoke, he went on a date with someone else.”

Pietro responds nonchalantly, “Do you even know how that went? I bet he thought about you the whole time.”

That takes you back to the last thing Bucky said to you, giving rise to a mixture of excitement and apprehension. “Apparently he's interested in someone else.”

“Well, I'll be damned, sweetheart. He means you!”

You want to believe it. But wouldn’t Bucky have told you by now? Why is everything with him so complicated?

“What should I do?” you ask, almost to yourself.

He laughs freely, with the intention of placating your worries. All this unrequited love reminds him of those cheesy high school couples from the movies Wanda loves. He grew to like them, too, but he doesn't need to tell his beloved sister that.

“I think,” he exhales loudly, gearing up to share his advice, “that you two should get your shit together and finally get together.”

Even though you know he's right, with the most sarcastic tone you can muster, you say, “Thanks a lot, Piet.”

He shrugs, “Hey, I'm just saying. I'm sure everyone will agree with me.”

“Whatever,” you shrug, feigning ignorance at what is apparently the most obvious thing in the world. That is, except to you and Bucky. “Let's just play.”

You pick up your controller again, playfully nudging his side. The next hour passes relatively calmly, though filled with profanities shouted at the screen.

Your character robs a bank, steals a helicopter, buys a million-dollar mansion. But such heightened scenarios are not enough to distract you from thinking about him.

Your mind keeps wandering back to Bucky – how he went out of his way to see you, how he seemed jealous of Pietro, how he looked at you when he said he’s got his eye on someone else.

Maybe Pietro’s right. Maybe it’s time you stopped dancing around this.

Meanwhile, Bucky, in an attempt to clear his head, finds himself in the hangar with Steve, working on their motorbikes. Tools are scattered everywhere, but so are Bucky's thoughts.

“Buck, pass me that wrench,” Steve calls out, but Bucky’s mind is elsewhere, staring off into space.

“Bucky!” Steve calls again, louder this time. “The wrench.”

Bucky nearly startles, but he just ends up glaring at Steve. “Here you go, punk.” He hands him the wrench, but with that same blank expression on his face.

“Alright,” Steve sighs after a few moments, standing in front of Bucky with his arms crossed, “what's the matter with you?”

Bucky hesitates, but the frustration boils over. “Why is she always with him?”

Steve blinks. “With who?”

Bucky scoffs, “The white-haired guy who runs fast.”

Steve stares at his best friend for a second, then bursts out laughing. This is the man who faced down Nazis, HYDRA, and alien invaders. This is the guy who survived decades as a brainwashed assassin. And yet, the sight of you hanging out with Pietro has reduced him to a sulky teenager.

“Pietro, Buck,” Steve chides. “The guy's got a name. But you already know it.”

“Yeah. Him. What does she see in him?”

Steve shrugs, biting back another laugh. “Maybe she likes a guy who can make things happen quickly.”

There’s a pause as Bucky gives him the world’s flattest look. He crosses his arms, a faint scowl settling on his face. “This isn’t funny, Steve.”

Steve sets down the rag he’s been using to clean his hands, sighing. “It’s obvious, Buck. They’re just friends. You’re the one she likes.”

Steve tries to rein it in, clearing his throat. “Alright, alright. But seriously, she’s not into Pietro.”

"Could've fooled me."

Bucky’s head snaps up, a flash of surprise on his face. “What makes you think that?”

Steve crosses his arms now, mirroring Bucky. “C’mon, don’t tell me the guy with the sniper instincts can’t see what’s right in front of him.”

Bucky frowns, shaking his head. “You’re imagining things. She’s always with him. They’re always laughing. I mean, they spend so much time together, it’s like… What the hell am I supposed to think?”

“Look, Buck,” Steve begins, his voice more patient now. “You ever notice how when you walk into a room, her whole face lights up? She could be laughing with Pietro or Nat or anyone else, but when you show up, she’s different.”

Bucky opens his mouth to object, but Steve holds up a hand, cutting him off.

“She likes you, Buck,” Steve continues, leaning back against the wall now, more serious. “But if you keep acting like a brick wall and making excuses, she’s gonna think you don’t feel the same. You gotta talk to her before you lose your chance.”

Bucky’s silent for a moment, staring at the ground. He’s never been great at this kind of thing. Before the war, it was easy – go to a dance, flirt a little, share a drink or two. That was it. But this? His feelings for you aren’t simple. They’re big, overwhelming, and he’s terrified of messing everything up. 

He's about to grumble something in response when Sam walks in, oblivious to the heavy atmosphere he's just stumbled into.

“Y’all still messing with these bikes? I thought super-soldiers were supposed to be efficient.” Sam pauses, glancing between Steve and Bucky with a smirk. “What’s up? Bucky got another life crisis?”

Steve snorts. “Something like that.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Mind your business, Wilson.”

Sam raises his eyebrows, clearly sensing the tension. “Oh, this is about her, isn’t it? You still haven’t asked her out?”

Bucky groans. “Not you too.”

“I bet you’re doing that thing,” Sam continues, “where you’re all moody and brooding, thinking too much and not doing anything. You know, like you always do.”

“Wilson – ”

“Nope, don’t even try it. You know I’m right.” Sam smirks, leaning in like he’s got the upper hand. “You gotta make a move, Barnes. Like, yesterday.”

Bucky glares at him, but there’s no heat behind it. “You ever stop talking?”

Sam shrugs. “Not when I’m right.”

Steve laughs, shaking his head as he watches Bucky storm toward the exit, determination finally setting in.

As Bucky reaches the door, Sam calls out one last parting shot. “Remember, she likes you, man! Just try not to screw it up!”

Bucky flips him off without turning around, but his steps quicken.

“He’s gonna screw it up, isn’t he?” Sam grins, turning to Steve.

Steve smiles softly. “Not this time.”

Bucky isn’t sure why he’s ended up in the compound’s common room, but here he is, sitting stiffly on the couch, his metal hand resting tensely on the armrest. Steve’s words keep replaying in his mind like a command he can’t shake off: She’s into you.

He doesn’t know what to do with that. His emotions are wound tight – he’s not used to feeling this off balance. Not over someone else. And yet, here he is, feeling like he’s losing a fight he didn’t even know he was in.

Footsteps behind him break his train of thought, but he doesn’t turn around. He already knows who it is.

“Barnes,” Clint drawls lazily, strolling into the room, eyeing Bucky’s tense posture. “You look like you're one bad joke away from snapping this coffee table in half.”

Bucky barely acknowledges him, staring at the TV without really seeing it. “Not in the mood, Barton.”

“Clearly,” Clint mutters, dropping into the chair opposite him and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. “This about her?”

Well damn, does everyone know?

Bucky’s jaw tightens. Clint isn’t someone he usually talks to about this kind of stuff, but the guy has some sixth sense for sniffing out trouble.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bucky says, his voice low but tight.

“Right. Sure you don’t,” Clint shoots back, raising an eyebrow. “Listen, man, it’s pretty obvious. I mean, I’m no super soldier, but even I can see that she’s been on your mind. And for the record, she’s not with Pietro right now.”

Bucky’s brow furrows at that. He hasn’t asked, but apparently, Clint’s seen right through him. Again. “Wasn’t worried about Pietro.”

Clint snorts. “Yeah, okay. Sure. That’s why you look like someone kicked your dog every time they’re in the same room.”

Bucky shoots him a sharp look, but before he can respond, you walk into the room, unaware of the conversation you’re about to walk into. You’re holding a mug of coffee, your hair slightly damp, a relaxed smile on your face. 

Immediately, Bucky feels his chest tightening at the sight, his heart going into overdrive. 

“Oh, hey,” you say, your eyes landing on Bucky with a flicker of surprise. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Clint grins, clearly sensing the tension. “Well, I’m gonna go... do literally anything else.” He stands up, gives Bucky a quick slap on the shoulder, and makes his exit, leaving the room feeling somehow smaller.

You glance between the door and Bucky, your expression uncertain. “Everything okay?”

Bucky takes a breath, trying to steady himself. He doesn’t want to play games anymore, and he sure as hell isn’t going to beat around the bush. Steve’s words, Clint’s comments – they’re like a push he didn’t know he needed. An annoying push, but anyway. 

“Depends,” Bucky says, his tone firm but not harsh. His eyes meet yours, holding your gaze. “Are we good?”

You blink, surprised by the directness. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Bucky starts, shifting to stand up, his tall frame casting a shadow over you, “I feel like we’ve been avoiding each other. And I don’t like it, doll.”

Your brows furrow, and you look genuinely puzzled. “I’m not avoiding you, Buck. I’ve just been – ”

“Busy?” he cuts in. “I know. I get it. But you’ve been ‘busy’ a lot lately.” He steps closer, the intensity in his eyes making your pulse quicken. “And every time I try to talk to you, you’re not there.”

You’re quiet for a moment, the weight of his words settling between you. “I didn’t realise you felt that way.”

Bucky lets out a breath, running his hand through his hair. “I’m not mad,” he says, his voice softening. “I just don’t want there to be any misunderstanding between us.”

You hesitate, your fingers tightening around the mug in your hands. “Like… what kind?”

“The kind where I think I’m losing you to someone else,” Bucky admits, the honesty in his words hitting hard. But his tone isn’t desperate, just clear, like a man who’s finally decided to stop tiptoeing around the truth.

Your eyes widen, your face lighting up as you process his words. “Bucky… there’s no one else.”

He tilts his head slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you’re holding back. “So what’s going on then? Why does it feel like you’ve been keeping your distance?”

You swallow, your eyes flicking away for a second before coming back to his. “I thought you weren’t interested in me. After you went on that date – ” 

Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up. “That date?” He almost laughs, shaking his head slightly. “That date was a disaster. I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole time.”

The confession hangs in the air between you, and Bucky steps closer again, closing the gap between you. 

“You’ve been on my mind for so long, and I didn’t know how to deal with it,” he says quietly, his voice low but certain. “But I’m not going to make excuses anymore. I want this –” he motions between the two of you, “ – to be clear. No more avoiding each other. No more guessing.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you look up at him. “And what if I want the same thing?” you ask, your voice just above a whisper.

A faint smirk tugs at the corner of Bucky’s mouth, the first real sign of relief he’s felt in days. “Then I guess we stop pretending we don’t.”

For a moment, the world outside the room doesn’t exist. It’s just the two of you, standing close, the tension finally lifting as something else settles into place – something that’s been building for far too long.

Bucky’s eyes soften as he reaches out, his fingers cradling the side of your face. “You good with that, beautiful?”

You nod, a small smile breaking through as you look up at him. “Yeah. I’m good with that.”

A week later…

The common room is empty, the early evening sun casting a warm, golden light across the space. Bucky’s metal arm is cool against your waist, his other hand tangled in your hair as he pulls you closer to him on the couch, lips hot against yours. His kisses are insistent, hungry, like he’s trying to make up for all the time he spent keeping his distance.

You let out a soft laugh, gently pushing against his chest. "Buck, slow down. What if someone walks in?"

He pulls back just enough to give you a breath, but his blue eyes are dark, filled with that neediness you've grown to adore. His voice is low, almost a growl. "Don’t care. Let 'em."

You roll your eyes, trying not to give in to how badly you want him too. “I care. You’re acting like you’ve never kissed anyone before.”

His lips curve into a smirk, though there’s a hint of a whine in his tone when he responds. “Not like this, I haven’t.” He ducks his head back down, brushing his lips over your jaw, your neck, causing your heart to race. “C’mon, doll. Just a little longer.”

“Bucky,” you manage to say, “I’m serious. You know Clint has terrible timing, and if Sam – ”

“I’ll take them both down, baby,” Bucky mutters against your skin, his hands tightening on your waist as he presses himself closer to you, almost like he's trying to meld into you. “Let me have this.”

You shake your head, unable to hold back the grin tugging at your lips. “You're ridiculous.”

“Can’t help it. You’re too sweet. Been wanting this for too damn long.”

His honesty makes your heart skip a beat. There’s something so raw in the way he looks at you, and it sends warmth flooding through your entire body. 

“Okay, okay,” you say, laughing softly, giving in a little as your fingers trace the lines of his jaw. “Just... keep it down, alright?”

Bucky doesn’t need any more encouragement. He crashes his lips to yours again, and you melt into the kiss, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck, his body pressing you back against the couch. 

“You’re not making it easy.” His voice drops lower, and you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin. “Don’t want to stop.”

“Bucky,” you warn, but your own resolve is crumbling fast. It’s hard to act like you don’t love this – the way he wants you, how eager he is, and how every time you pull away, he looks like he might lose his mind. “I’m not kidding. If we get caught – ”

The door to the common room swings open with a bang. You both freeze mid-kiss, your heart stopping as Steve and Tony walk in, mid-conversation.

Time slows to a crawl.

Steve's the first to notice you, and the moment his eyes land on the two of you tangled up on the couch, his entire face turns a deep shade of red.

“Oh, uh…” Steve stammers, shifting awkwardly as if trying to find the right words. “We didn’t mean to – ”

Tony, however, takes all of two seconds to assess the situation before his mouth curls into a wicked grin. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this cozy.” He claps his hands, clearly amused. "Barnes, didn’t know you had it in you, buddy."

Bucky groans under his breath, slowly detaching himself from you, but he doesn’t move far. His arm still lingers on your waist, like he’s not ready to let go just yet. You, on the other hand, are desperately trying to smooth your hair and fix your shirt, willing yourself to sink into the couch and disappear.

Steve clears his throat. “Sorry, guys. We didn't mean to interrupt.”

Tony raises an eyebrow, the teasing glint in his eyes unwavering. "Interrupt? It looked like Barnes was going to have to reimburse me for a new couch after what they’re about to do on this one.”

Bucky gives Tony an exasperated look, but there's a hint of pride in his smirk as he tightens his grip on your waist. “You’re hilarious, Stark,” Bucky deadpans, but there's a twinkle in his eye that shows he’s not as annoyed as he pretends to be.

“Seriously, guys, can we not make this a thing?” you chime in, cheeks burning with embarrassment. You’re trying to play it cool, but Tony’s relentless grin isn’t helping.

“Oh, but it is a thing now,” Tony says, waggling his eyebrows and reaching for his phone. “The Bionic Staring Man’s got himself a girlfriend and thought the common room was the place for... extracurricular activities.”

Bucky’s grip on you tightens, his voice low with a hint of a growl. “You take one picture, Stark, and you’re gonna find out how fast I can break that phone.”

Tony waves him off dismissively, completely unbothered by the threat. “Calm down, Terminator. I’m just documenting this historic moment. For science.”

Steve, clearly done with the conversation, shoots Tony a sharp look. “Tony, come on. Let’s just leave them alone.”

“Fine, fine,” Tony says, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “But this isn't the last you're hearing about this.” He winks at you both and heads for the door. “You two lovebirds behave yourselves. Or don’t. I really don’t care.”

The door clicks shut, and you and Bucky are left alone again. For a moment, the room is completely silent, the ridiculousness of what just happened hanging in the air.

Then, you both burst out laughing.

Bucky leans his forehead against yours, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Yeah,” you gasp between giggles, wiping at your eyes. “Next time, let’s not pick the common room.”

“Noted.” He leans in, his lips brushing yours softly, but there’s still that needy edge in his touch. “But, uhh, I’m not done with you yet, doll.”

You raise an eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face. “Seriously? After that?”

He shrugs, the cocky smile returning. “Can’t help it. My girlfriend is a right ol’ dime.”

You roll your eyes, but pull him – your boyfriend – back in for another kiss. 

He pulls away for a moment, only to say something that makes your whole world stop. 

“I’m so in love with you…”

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[munson-blurbs]

PLEASE MAKE MY MEET CUTE DREAMS COME TRUE BUG!!

What IS my personality? Hm... Generally I'm pretty upbeat, fun-loving, and compassionate, but around Eddie?! 🙈 I'd be a lil shy I'm not gonna lie haha

Hobbies include bird watching, thrifting trinkets, and graphic design (oh and writing FILTHY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT STORIES, can't forget that). No need to incorporate all of this, just giving you ✨variety✨

My pronouns are she/her.

And I'll just leave you with some emojis I like 😌

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As meta as it would be to have Eddie reading the smut you wrote about him, bird watching was what caught my eye. Hope you like this!

CW: mention of drug use/dealing WC: 628 Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

It had stormed in Hawkins for a week straight. Seven days of dodging raindrops and spending your free time cooped up in the house. You were on the verge of going stir-crazy until the sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds this morning. 

Plucking your binoculars from their spot on your shelf, you head out into the woods. Before the storms, a pileated woodpecker had made a nest in one of the trees, and you were anxious to see if it had survived the lousy weather. 

Mud squelched beneath your boots as you trudged towards your favorite picnic bench. There wasn’t anything special about it per se, but it stood out from the others because of the JH+JB carved into the table. Whoever JH and JB were, you hoped their love was still strong. 

You adjusted the focus on your binoculars, aiming your gaze at the tree where you’d seen the nest just over a week ago. A soft sigh of relief slipped through your lips when you saw that it was still intact; in fact, there were now three little eggs inside of it. 

Hours felt like mere minutes as you soaked up each moment outdoors, following the calls of the sparrows that populated the tiny forest. Hawkins wasn’t a bustling city, but it was still nice to have a reprieve from the normal sounds of the suburbs. Out here, there were no car horns honking, no tired parents scolding their mischievous children, no—

“You here to buy or sell?”

The sudden noise startled you; if you didn’t have the strap looped around your wrist, you almost certainly would have dropped your binoculars. That would have been embarrassing. Just like the yelp you let out when the man spoke. 

“Whoa, didn’t mean to scare you.” He gave a sheepish grin and held up his hands in surrender. “Just figured if you wanted to buy, I could offer you a sweet deal. But if you’re selling…well, you’re kinda in my spot, so…”

You collected your thoughts, trying to keep from getting lost in his deep brown eyes. “No. I mean, neither. N-Not buying or selling. Just, uh, birdwatching.”

He cocked a brow. “Birdwatching?”

“Y-Yeah.” You scrambled for more words, unused to being tongue-tied. “Y’know, just…watching birds.”

“I gathered that much.” He sat next to you, placing a tin lunchbox on the table. “So what kind of birds are we watching?”

You explained the whole nest-surviving-the-storm saga, expecting him to roll his eyes or get bored. But he didn’t. Instead, he looked at you with those beautiful doe eyes and gestured to your binoculars. 

“Mind if I take a look?”

You nodded and handed them over, hoping that the time he spent looking through them would afford you the chance to conjure up some actual conversation topics. 

He peered through the binoculars. “I see the nest! Holy shit, there’s about to be some bird babies.” He looked at another tree. “Here we’ve got some sort of brown bird just kinda…doing its thing.” Keeping the binoculars pressed to his eyes, he looked directly at you. “And here we have a really pretty girl who’s gonna let me treat her to ice cream.”

“Sure. Yeah, um, that would be great.” You felt your body tingle with bashfulness. An insanely cute guy was asking you out. “I love ice cream.”

The guy looked surprised, like he couldn’t believe that line worked. “Me, too.” He stood and held out his hand to help you up. 

You accepted it gratefully, but before you stood, you looked at him. “I just realized that I don’t even know your name,” you mused. 

He laughed. “That would be good information, huh?” He shook his head at his own blunder. 

“I’m Eddie Munson. And you are?”

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[aphroditeinthesea]

I love your work so much omg 😭 🙏🏻 you’re such a good writer 🫶🏻

I saw you were looking for requests 👀 and I was wondering if you’d be willingly to do Leo Valdez x f!reader where they are kinda rivals (yk they just bicker all the time) both working on the argo together or making weapons with a team in the forge. But then some guy joins their team and starts mansplaining the basic equipment. There’s just situation after situation where the reader will explain something to the guy and he won’t listen but then the second Leo says it he gets it. And at first Leo kinda notices but just thinks it’s because he’s in charge and stuff. At some point though he overhears the guy showing her how to do something (the wrong way) and he’s like “yo back off man, she knows what she’s doing”. Maybe he even protects her from open flames when the guy almost burns her handling the equipment wrong (something she’d told him a million times before)?? Maybe both happen idk?? The two just become close after that and he ends up confessing or something

Sorry about how much I wrote 😭 your request rules said you liked the requests to be specific and I wasn’t sure how in-depth to write… so if that’s too much you can totally take a bunch of it out lol (I work with power tools because I’m an arts major and I’ve had so many guys trying to explain basic power tools to me… so this has been on my mind for MONTHSSS)

“ i’m a feminist, obviously (but i wouldn’t really mind him saving me) ”

leo valdez x fem!reader 🔨

⚠️ o/c being creepy, mansplaining, almost getting set on fire

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“That’s not,” Y/N stormed over to the boy. She grabbed the wrench out of his hands and began turning it, “righty tighty, lefty loosey.”

“What did you just say to me?” He scoffed.

“You were turning your wrench the wrong way, Valdez,” she replied, handing the tool back to him.

He grabbed it from her, crossing his arms, “for your information, that’s exactly how I wanted it.”

She rolled her eyes, “did you sleep, like at all?”

“A little.”

She huffed, “get some sleep, I’ll clean up.”

“No,” he defended, “I just need to finish this up-”

“If you try to use power tools why you're half asleep, you'll end up getting yourself killed,” she grabbed the wrench from him again, “and you know who’ll have to clean up your dead body? Me, and that’s gross.”

“You're too good to me.”

“Fuck off.”

He chuckled, wiping his forehead, “okay, fine. I’m heading out.”

“Bye,” she waved him off.

“See you later, sweet cheeks.”

“Shut up!”

He closed the door of bunker nine behind him, leaving her alone. She sighed with relief, tightening a few loose screws.

She hummed to herself as she began cleaning the mess around her. She picked up some tools, placing them back on their shelves.

“Nice song.”

She jumped at the voice. She turned around to see a boy standing by the stairs. “What are you doing?”

“I’m Marcus,” he replied, walking closer to her, causing her to slowly back up, “son of Hermes.”

“Well, what are you doing here?”

He put a hand on the ship, “heard you're working on this Argo thing, figured I could give a few pointers.”

She grabbed a toolbox, quickly walking away, “we don't need any help, thanks though.”

“Come on,” he smiled, following her, “you can always use some help, the more the merrier, right?”

“Take it up with Leo,” she answered, avoiding eye contact with her. She rushed to collect her things and made an escape to the door.

“I’ll walk you back.”

“I’m fine,” she sighed, opening the door and walking out.

She almost forgot about the incident the next day when she walked into the bunker. She found Leo with an annoyed look on his face, digging through a toolbox.

“What’s up with you, Bernard?” She commented as she walked towards the son of Hephaestus. She knew it was a stupid name, but she did love how much he hated it. She also loved the fact that he didn't understand it (she started using it more after finding out he had never seen the Santa Clause movies).

He sighed, “Mr. Macho over there,” he nodded his head toward the boy from the night before playing with a blowtorch. “He convinced Chiron that he should be working on this, too.”

She scrunched her face, “he gives me the creeps.”

“You know him?”

“He came in here last night after you left,” she explained, “I think he has a thing for me or something.”

Leo’s face tensed, his fist clenching around the hammer he held, “you think?”

“Hope not.” She took a deep breath before walking past the tall boy to grab some extra wood.

“Hey,” he grinned at her, “miss me?”

She forced a smile, walking away from him, “you know it.” She cursed herself for trying so hard to be nice to the little fucker, but she really didnt feel like starting something right then.

The day went on with her desperately trying to ignore his comments towards her. She found herself staying by Leo’s side in hopes that Marcus would think they were dating. As much as the idea grossed her out, it was better than some weirdo thinking he had a chance with her.

“I’m gonna head out,” Marcus mentioned, wiping off his hands with a rag.

“Bye,” Leo spoke flatly. Y/N stayed silent but let out a breath of relief when the boy walked out.

Leo looked up at her, noticing her change in demeanor, “are you okay?”

“What?” She met his eyes, “yeah, yeah,” she nodded, “I’m fine.”

He raised an eyebrow, “are you sure? Because I can figure out a way to get him out of here, if you want?”

She shook her head, “thanks, Leo. But, I’m fine, really.”

“Okay,” he breathed out before looking back to continue what he was doing.

She grabbed the blowtorch Marcus had formerly been using. She began using it (i don't know how they work i’m sorry), when Marcus walked back into the bunker, he immediately rushed over to her.

She rolled her eyes as he wrapped his hands around hers, “you're using it wrong.”

“I don't think I am.”

“No, you hold it like this-”

“She knows what she’s doing,” Leo called over.

Marcus just shook his head, “see when you do this,” soon the flames blew back towards them. Marcus threw the blowtorch down in the direction of Y/N in a panic. The flames spewed out and before Y/N could react, she felt herself pulled into a corner, tanned arms wrapped around her.

“What’s the matter with you?!” Leo yelled, his arms tightening.

“Look, it was her fault,” the son of Hermes motioned his hand towards the girl.

“Are you kidding? Since she’s been here, nobody’s almost died (italic). Then the second you walk in you almost turn her into toast!”

She nervously sighed. She slowly reached her hands up to hold onto his forearms, brushing her thumb against his skin.

“You shouldn't have a girl working on this in the first place, there's no way she knows anything about this!”

Leo took a deep breath before yelling once again, “get out!”

“What?” The boy scoffed.

“Get out!”

Her heart rate quickened. Despite all her fighting with him, she had never seen him this angry. She watched as Marcus shook his head before stomping out of the bunker.

Leo’s grip on her loosened, letting turn around to look at him, “are you okay?” He asked, briefly looking her up and down for any wounds.

She nodded, “I’m okay,” she looked up at his face, yet avoiding eye contact, “thank you.”

He softly smiled down at her, “yeah, well, that guy was an ass.”

She giggled, nodding in agreement.

“Don't worry, I’ll set him on fire next time I see him.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso, “thanks, really.”

“Of course,” he nestled his nose into her hair, “if anything happened to you, I think I would have actually killed him.”

“Good to know.”

[southerngothicchic]

Been thinking about S2 Steve again

18+

After getting his heart broken by Nancy, he storms out of the party, heading for his car. On the way, he sees you sitting on the curb, crying. He'd already pinched away his own tears, but knew as soon as he was alone, they would flow again.

An overwhelming protective feeling urged him to walk over to you. You two were barely friends, although you ran in the same circle. He always seemed to smile a little brighter when you were around. His heart ached seeing you like this, so he wanted to try to ease some of your pain.

"Are you ok?" He asked, sitting next to you. "Wait, sorry, that's a dumb question, you're obviously not ok."

He actually made you laugh, as you wiped your eyes, not caring how ruined your makeup was.

"I'm very much not, but thanks for asking," you replied, looking over at him.

"Do you wanna talk about it or...?"

You chewed your lip, before revealing, "I caught my boyfriend...having sex with another girl."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Steve grimaced.

"Yeah, well, I should've seen it coming...he's always been a bit of an asshole," you added.

"Still, you don't deserve him hurting you like this," he consoled, wanting to put his arm around you.

"I know, but we all can't be as perfect as you and Nancy," you joked, looking to him again.

You noticed how his expression immediately changed. He looked solemn, devastated.

"Oh no, don't tell me..."

"We just broke up actually," he confessed, unable to keep your gaze.

"Oh, Steve, I'm sorry," you said, placing your hand on his.

He shrugged. "Its my fault. I don't think I'm cut out to be a good boyfriend."

"I find that hard to believe, but ok," you scoffed.

"Its true, though. Relationships are bullshit," he continued, now looking into your eyes.

"That we can agree on," you smiled.

"Can I, uh, give you a ride home?" He then clumsily asked. "I figure you wanna get outta here as much as I do."

You nodded, earning a smile from him.

Once you're sat in his passenger seat, he anxiously glanced at you before putting the car in gear and slowly driving down the quiet street.

"Do you mind if I make a little pitstop first?" Steve asked, as he turned off the main road.

"No..." you cautiously replied, your thoughts racing with possibilities.

One of your guesses came true when you realized he was taking you to Lover's Lake. You then thought how he didn't waste any time moving on to the next girl/conquest.

He parked close to the water, next to a large tree, who's shadow cast over the car, blocking out the moonlight.

After shutting off the engine, he sighed then looked over at you.

"I know what you're thinking, but I like to come out here when I need to collect my thoughts," he explained. "And I wanted to spend a little more time with you, since neither one of us should really be alone right now."

You nodded, thinking how sweet he actually was.

He turned to face you, taking your hands in his as he gazed at you.

"You deserve a guy who will treat you right, who only dreams of being with you," he quietly said, gently squeezing your hands.

You breath caught in your throat. Steve Harrington was consoling you, in his car, at Lover's Lake. This had to be a dream, this couldn't really be happening.

"You're sweet..." you managed to say, as he leaned closer to you.

"I have an idea..." he began, releasing one of your hands so he could cup your cheek. "What if we helped each other forget about tonight, about everything else, other than us?"

"I-"

"If you don't want to, I'll take you home right no-"

You cut him off by quickly slipping your hand out of his and pulling him into a kiss.

"Would this be a good time to tell you I have a crush on you?" you asked, your voice almost muffled by his lips.

"Yeah," he smiled. "Perfect time."

He kissed you softly, as your hand settled in his hair. You sighed his name as he kissed his way to your neck. He sighed against your skin before leaving a sizable purple mark.

"Wanna get in the back?" He breathily asked, raising his head so fast, his nose bumped yours.

You nodded.

You were soon laying underneath him, his body pressed on top of yours. He couldn't get enough of you, as he pressed hungry kisses to your lips. His hands roamed your body, with one sliding up your leg, under your skirt.

"I wanna feel you, angel, is it ok if I..."

His fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties.

You nodded again, almost embarrassed to speak.

"You're adorable," he smiled, before kissing you again.

His plush lips momentarily distracted you from the feeling of his thick finger sliding into you.

"Oh, you're soaked, sweet girl," he cooed, his lips now at your cheek. "All because of me?"

"Y-Yes," you breathed, back already arching from how deep he kept plunging his finger into you.

He pressed wet kisses across your cheek, as he added another finger and began pumping them faster.

You tried to quiet your moans by biting your lip.

"I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel, angel," he said, his breath tickling your ear.

Moans of his name soon filled the car, as he grinned. You pulled him into another kiss, desperation overtaking you.

"You want more, angel?" He asked, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You struggled to catch your breath, as you gazed up at him. His eyes were still beautiful, even in the darkened car. You weren't sure if you could handle more, but yet you wanted it, you wanted him.

"Yes."

He smiled, sitting up to take off his black jacket and shirt. You followed, unbuttoning your blouse and slipping off your skirt. He licked his lips as his eyes traveled your body. He then quickly took off his jeans and leaned over you once again.

"You're so fucking pretty," he breathed, against your lips. "I've always thought so."

"You have?" You asked, genuinely shocked.

"Yeah," he laughed. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"Coming from you, kind of," you timidly replied.

"Ouch, but I get it."

"I'm sorry," you cringed, brushing his hair from the sides of his face.

"Its ok, I'm used to it," he said, smiling faintly.

You frowned, before pulling him into another kiss. He lowly moaned into it, licking his way into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

He moved his hips against yours, and you raised yours in return, wanting to feel that familiar pressure between your legs.

"You really want me, don't you, sweet girl?" He asked, breathless.

You nodded, while smiling up at him.

He sat up and pushed his underwear down his toned thighs. Your eyes widened at the sight of him. You unashamedly watched as he stroked himself, soft moans leaving his lips as he looked at you with hooded eyes.

You quickly took off your panties and tossed them in the floorboard.

He pressed his body to yours again, his hand still wrapped around his throbbing length. His eyes never left yours as he eased himself inside you. You couldn't help closing yours, as you acclimated to him.

"Oh, fuck, angel, you're so warm and wet..." he breathed, as he pushed himself all the way in.

"S-Steve..." you gasped, as he fucked you slowly.

"Is it too much?"

You shook your head. "No, I've just never felt..."

"I know, sweet girl," he replied, smug. "Just let me make you feel good."

You sighed his name, as he was already delivering on his proposal. The feeling of his kiss, the light scratch from his chest hair and the perfect rhythm he was fucking you were all that mattered to you right now.

"Faster, please..." you breathed, against his lips.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you fast and hard, making you really forget about every other guy?"

"Yes, Steve, please..."

"How can I say no to you and your perfect pussy?"

He smiled, before snapping his hips against yours. Your nails raked down his back, as your lips parted and eyes watered from intense pleasure you'd never felt before.

"Fuck, after tonight, I don't know how I'm gonna live without being able to fuck you again..." he breathed, as his sweat covered your body below.

"Who said it'd just be for tonight?" You shakily asked.

"You wanna...oh fuck...you wanna make this a thing?"

"Well, I m-mean, we both just got out of relationships, s-so we should take things slow, at first," you clarified, still somehow able to form coherent thoughts.

"You're right, but we can take it slow after tonight, because you feel too fucking good, angel..."

You cried his name as he fucked you relentlessly. You then squeezed your eyes shut as you came undone around him.

He moaned your name as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your hands clung to his sweaty shoulders as he succumbed to you. His hips kept moving, with praises and more moans of your name falling from his lips, until he gave you every last drop of him.

Heavy breathing then filled the car as he pressed his forehead to yours. Your hands moved to cradle his face as you guided his lips to yours.

You then lazily made out, with you in slight disbelief that you really just had sex with Steve Harrington in his backseat.

"Would this be a good time to tell you that I have a crush on you, too?" He softly asked, making you giggle.

"Yeah," you smiled. "Perfect time."

[itto-l0ver]

Little doggie Borrower

Yae Publishing House made a recent article about a tiny Borrower with similar appearance to the infamous Ms. Hina. Itto makes it his soul purpose to witness this tiny person for himself.

“Itto… it’s so early in the morning! Where are you even planning on heading off now?” Granny Oni grumbles at Itto in concern as he stuffs a small satchel with supplies.

“Did you see what Yae Publishing House published today!? Here! Look, look!!” Itto picks a paper up and shuffles over to Granny Oni, showing her the contents of the paper. “Look what it says! Borrower with a similar appearance to Ms. Hina on Yashiori Island!!” Itto is practically squealing as he lets his imagination take over. “Just imagine! A pocket size Ms. Hina… oooh man!! I gotta see this myself, Granny!” Itto bites his lip in a huge grin as Granny Oni observes the page.

“Itto, do you even know if this is real..? In all my years of living I’ve never seen ‘tiny person’ well.. Borrower before; they're only fairy tales.” Granny Oni sighs seeing the glimmer of light in Ittos crimson eyes, not showing any signs of giving up on this journey. “They gotta be real if Yae Publishing House covered it! They'd never lie! Don’t worry Granny I’ll be fine, promise!” Itto walks back over to his satchel, stuffing the paper inside and swinging it over his shoulder.

He could barely contain his excitement as he stared off in the direction of where his travels headed. Not wasting any more time he pranced over to Granny Oni, hugging her tightly, and kissing her cheek. "I'm off now Granny! I'll be careful, I pinky promise!!" Itto yells running off on his way to get a glimpse of this tiny person.

With a spring in his step, filled with determination in his eyes, Itto makes his way to where the location of the sighting is. A small area near Fort Fujitou…

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It was a late morning in the outskirts of Fort Fujitou, still damp outside from the recent occurring thunderstorms that night. A single bead of water glides down a large leaf overhead of a hallow tree stump, the water gets to the tip of the leaf and falls down right on top of a little sleeping figure, startling him awake.

“Wah!? Awh..” *Gorou grumbles as he sits up in his makeshift bed of leaves and grass. He shakes the remaining water that dropped on him out his hair, his ear twitches a couple times as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “Mmh.. is it still morning?” *Gorou asks himself as he gets out of bed, smoothing his fluffed up tail down with his hands.

Gorou makes sure all his trinkets he's collected are in the right place and hasn't been affected by the rain… “Hm.. if the storms get worse I'm gonna have to move again before I get swept away.” Gorou shivers at the thought, rain is one of the biggest dangers for a Borrower…

Shaking those thoughts away, Gorou made his way outside his little hideout, into the sunlight outside. Letting his fur warm up in the sun, Gorou closed his eyes with a small sigh when he suddenly felt the coolness of shade. Was the sun covered by clouds? Gorou wonders as he opens his eyes, expecting to see the sight of the sun shrouded by thick clouds… but he's met with the sight of two red eyes staring down at him. Gorou’s blood instantly ran cold and his tail puffed up in seconds. A..a human!? No… how did I not notice- Wh- what do they want!? Oh god please don't hurt me… Gorou trembled under the gaze of this ‘human’, unable to move an inch from pure fear.

“Oh… my… GOD!!!” Itto exclaimed as he stared down at the tiny person before him, Itto's eyes sparkled like thousands of stars in a night sky. “I knew Yae Publishing House wouldn't lie!! Ohhhh.. you look so much like Ms. Hina!” Itto got down on his hands and knees to get a closer look at the petrified tiny.

M..Ms. Hina..!? Who is that!? Why is this person staring at me like that!? Gorou had so many alarms ringing off in his head, telling him to run away as fast as he can… but he still can't move an inch.

“Hmmm? What's wrong, little guy? Do you speak?” Itto tilted his head to the side as he observed the tiny before him. Is he scared of me? But why would he be? I'm harmless!! Is it my horns..? Itto frowned a bit as the tiny still hasn't said anything. “Ey.. are you scared of me?!” Itto asked in a confused tone as his eyebrow lifted up a bit.

Gorou blinked multiple times in disbelief. H..how could I not be scared of a giant man staring at me like I'm some type of treasure!? Why would he even ask that! …Wait.. he probably thinks… he's not terrifying at all!! Gorou got a cold sweat as his mind raced with thoughts, the one thought of this man not knowing how much of a danger he is to little Gorou sends enough adrenaline through Gorou’s body for him to turn on his heel and start running away as fast as his tiny legs could… He should've known running wouldn't change anything.

Itto's huge hand suddenly came down in front of Gorou like a giant unmovable wall, making Gorou shriek as his tail shot straight up in the air. “Now, now! Don't move now little guy!” Itto's fingers start to close around Gorou, making Gorou panic and scramble away from Itto's huge hand. “Ahh- hey! Don't move away! Lemme pick you up!” Itto whines as he moves his hand towards Gorou.

“Wahh!! No! Leave me alone!!” Gorou cried out as he continued to back away from the huge approaching hand, his heart feeling like it's gonna burst out his chest.

“Ooh! You can talk! Your voice sounds cute!!” Itto bites his lip as he can barely contain his excitement. He lunges towards Gorou with outstretched hands, not wanting him to get away.

Gorou yelps seeing the giant man's hands coming towards him again. Gorou manages to leap out the way just before Itto's hand came swooping down in the spot he was just standing.

“A-!? Hey!! Stop avoiding me!” Itto is getting impatient and antsy since he's failing at capturing such a tiny being. Gorou obviously doesn't listen to anything Itto is saying. Spinning on his heel, Gorou finally gets back the ability to run again and he takes off running away from Itto.

I can't stop! I can't stop!! I gotta keep running, I won't let that giant catch me!! Gorou pants heavily as he runs away like his life depends on it. Glancing over his shoulder, Gorou nearly leaps a foot in the air as he sees the man start chasing after him. “Oh no! Oh god!!” Gorou panics knowing one step from the man is at least 10 for him.. so he'll end up being caught in no time!!

“Ey!! Come back tiny bro!! I promise I'm not gonna eat ya!!” Itto pleads as he runs after Gorou, gaining on him in the matter of seconds.

Gorou's eyes frantically look around for any way to get out of this nightmare of a situation, distracted by his own rampid thoughts Gorou runs into a pebble on the ground which makes him stumble back to a halt. “Ah! Ow-” Gorou whined out, his tail sticking straight up as he felt the massive tremors in the ground getting stronger from Itto almost getting to him. In one last attempt to save himself, with all his little strength he picked up the pebble (which is really like a large rock to him), and pathetically throws it towards Itto. The pebble lands at Ittos feet, Itto comes to a stop as he stares down at the little pebble trying to figure out what it is. Is that.. a… A BEAN!?

“AHHHH!! A BEAN!!!” Itto screams as he scrambles back, tripping on his own feet and landing on his rear with a loud thud that shook the earth for Gorou. Itto curls up and rocks back and forth like a terrified child, whimpering to himself.

Gorou stands there completely dumbfounded. His mouth slightly opens in shock as he stares up at the giant man terrified of… a pebble.. let alone a pebble that looks like a bean. “U..um… it's just a.. pebble.” Gorou says awkwardly.

Itto abruptly stops whimpering and peeks from behind his hands down at the pebble on the ground. It was indeed, just a pebble.

“Coughs.. U-uhm.. O-of course I knew that!! I.. I uh- was just acting! Haha!!” Itto laughs awkwardly trying to cover the fact that he was whimpering like a baby from just a small little pebble.

Gorou stares up at Itto, utterly perplexed. Unable to hold back Gorou stifles a small laugh before clamping his hand over his mouth, glancing up at Itto to see his face turning red from embarrassment.

“Are.. are you laughing at me!?” Itto stammers, his cheeks flushed. “D-.. uh- don't laugh at me!! That's mean!” Whined Itto as he covered his face with his hands, trying to keep some dignity by not turning into a tomato in front of the Borrower.

Watching Itto's reactions Gorou couldn't help but to laugh a bit harder this time, Itto jumps in embarrassment as he peeks through his hands down at Gorou. Puffing up his cheeks Itto lets out a frustrated grumble before lunging forward and clasping his huge hands around Gorou, trapping the Borrower within his hands. In those few seconds all Gorou experienced was Itto's giants hands coming down on him and the mini earthquake Ittos movements made.

Ittos embarrassment vanishes as a cheeky grin spreads across his face as he hears Gorou’s tiny yelp within his hands. “Ha! Not laughing now are ya tiny bro!?” Itto yells triumphantly as he rises up to his knees, keeping his hands tightly enclosed around Gorou.

Not even a split second later Ittos expression quickly changes to surprise and then regret as he hears the tiny whimpers coming from within his hand. “Oh shoot.. ah- may of messed up.. here.” Itto stammers with a guilty voice. How could he be so rowdy with someone so small!? He's more gentler with the kids he steals candy from than what he's doing now.

Itto slowly opens his hands, cupping Gorou between them as he peers down at Gorou. Itto winces as he sees Gorous little body trembling like a leaf, his brown tail curled into his body and his ears pressed against his head as he has his eyes shut. Itto bites his lip, frantically looking around for anything to fix this. “Ahh, I'm sorry little bro- h- um.. hold on, just- don't cry, please!” Itto stares down at Gorou apologetically.

“Hm.. maybe shade will help?” Itto glances around and sees a nearby tree, he walks over to a common Sunsettia tree, he sits down on a stump beside it. He feels like such an idiot for scaring the tiniest person he's ever met in the short time he discovered Gorou. “Uh.. hm…” Itto glances up and sees a Sunsettia within his reach. Food! That fixes everything! ..Right? Itto gets a glimmer in his eye as he thinks he found a way to be forgiven by the Borrower.

Itto reaches up with his freehand, grasping the Sunsettia and plucks the fruit from the tree. With an uneasy look on his face, Itto slowly lowers the fruit towards Gorou in an attempt to offer it to him. Gorou yelps, feeling the smooth skin of the fruit brush against his tiny arms and causes him to look up to be met with the slight of the Sunsettia. Gorous eyes slightly widen, a perfect Sunsettia is rare for little people since only the overripe ones are accessible after they've fallen from the tree.

Gorou cautiously looks up at Itto, Itto looks so stressed and nervous like Gorous decision is the most important in the world. Timidly glancing back and forth between Itto and the fruit before him, Gorou slowly leans in and takes a tiny bite of the Sunsettia. Gorou’s eyes instantly light up, his stiff tail slowly starting to wag as a clear sign of enjoyment which makes Ittos eyes glimmer with relief.

Gorou takes a couple more bites of the Sunsettia before letting out a hum of enjoyment and wagging his tail happily. Ittos eyes sparkle as he mentally freaks out about the adorable behavior of the tiny. After a few moments of silence and Gorou enjoying the fruit, Itto speaks up. “So.. are we good?” Itto makes a small guilty grin as his expression looks hopeful and stressed out at the same time.

Gorous ears tuck against his head as he glances up at Itto, this giant oaf still poses danger to him so he's unsure if he feels the slightest bit safe around Itto. Gorou looks back down at the Sunsettia before giving a little shrug before speaking. “I.. guess so.. maybe?” Gorou slightly looks up at Itto to see his reaction.

Itto grins brightly before pumping his fist in the air. “Yesss! I got mini Ms. Hinas trust!!” Itto whispers triumphantly as Gorou stares up at him in pure confusion… Who in the world is Ms. Hina..!?

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[docdetective]

In The Woods Somewhere

“What on earth do you normally eat?” she said, realizing she hadn’t seen any kind of meat, or cold items, not even jerky or tuna.

Logan thought quick. The real reason was, he hadn’t really been eating. “I was due for a supply run. Not only out of batteries. The storm is inconvenient as hell.”

It didn’t sound convincing to his ears, but logistically, he didn’t see any reason why she wouldn’t believe him. She wouldn’t know how much protein a human would have to consume to achieve his build, she worked with wild animals, not a personal trainer.

He figured he got away with it as she started collecting items and piling them on the table. He was suddenly ultra conscious of the cabin’s cleanliness. And where would she sleep? Not in the bedroom filled with empty whiskey bottles.

He put the batteries in the radio and set it to a channel he hoped she would like, muttering a quick “I’ll be right back.” As she set a pot of water to boil on the stove.

When he returned ten minutes later, from his frantic cleanup of the bedroom, Andi was humming along to the song blaring, something Logan didn’t recognize, about going to church. It made him think of Nightcrawler, of all of them in the kitchen together at the mansion. Marie and Kitty always wanting him to join in on karaoke. He shook his head. Not the time. Couldn’t scare her away into the storm by being emotional.

Andi was quite proud of herself for actually planning out a decent meal out of the scraps he had. As he reentered the main area of the cabin from the door he had disappeared into, she nodded down towards the pile of potatoes and onions.

“Want to start chopping?” She was knuckles deep in a bowl filled with some kind of sticky dough. She hoped he didn’t mind her telling him what to do, but she'd be damned if she had to do all of the cooking. He quietly moved to find a knife, and Andi watched with relief she hadn’t fucked anything up.

Logan found a knife in the drawer, and set to work on the pile of potatoes and onions in front of him, noting with some amusement how dull the blade seemed compared to his claws. The rhythmic sound of his knife against the cutting board filled the cabin, accompanied by the crackling of the fire and the soft music emanating from the radio.

They worked in sync, the tension between them still present, but it had mellowed. The sharp edge of it had dulled into something quieter. Andi could sense Logan’s unease, and she felt a little off-kilter herself. He certainly didn’t seem like a threat,if anything, he seemed more intent on avoiding her than anything else. Still, the thought crossed her mind. Was he trying to get something out of this situation?

She dismissed it. Logan didn’t strike her as the type of guy to manipulate her into bed. In fact, he seemed more confused by her presence than opportunistic. She glanced at him now and then, catching him doing the same. He wasn’t grumpy like before, but he was still closed off. Guarded. There was a tension in him, like he was trying to keep something under wraps, but she couldn’t figure out what.

Andi kept herself busy kneading the dough, but her eyes occasionally flicked to Logan as well, trying to read him. He wasn’t grumpy, not like the last time they met, but he was quiet. Guarded. She wondered if that was just his way or if it had something to do with her being here. There was a tension in the air, like he was on edge, but it wasn’t hostile. More like...nervous?

“Are you always this talkative?” Andi asked, her voice light, hoping to break the silence without making it awkward.

Logan didn’t look up from the chopping but smirked slightly, just a twitch of his lips. “Depends. Are you always this bossy?”

She raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the teasing tone. Not what she had expected. “Only when I have to be.” “Fair enough,” he replied, his eyes finally meeting hers briefly. There was a flicker of amusement there, but it vanished as quickly as it came. “I’m not used to having company, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Andi softened, sensing that maybe she’d hit closer to the truth than she realized. She was aware that Logan was something of a recluse, but this felt deeper than that. “Neither am I,” she admitted, focusing on her dough again, shaping it into rough rounds. She wasn’t exactly the type to hang out with neighbors, either. “I usually am up here completely alone all winter. The ones that stick it out don’t have much in common with me.”

Logan nodded, but didn’t respond, regretting not trying to carry the conversation when the silence returned, but it felt a little more comfortable now.

After a few more minutes, Logan set the chopped onions and potatoes aside. Andi glanced at the neat little piles and gave him an appreciative nod. “Thanks. You’re better at this than I expected.”

He snorted softly, leaning against the counter, the irony. “I’ve had lots of practice.”

Andi smiled, but again was hit with the realization he was no typical rough Alaskan hunter.. His movements were too precise, too calculated, even in something as simple as chopping vegetables. And there was the matter of his physique. He clearly wasn’t surviving on canned and dried food. As the soup simmered and the flatbread baked in the small oven, Andi leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching Logan as he stoked the fire. He moved with a quiet efficiency, but there was a restlessness about him, like he was constantly keeping himself in check.

“So,” she ventured, her tone deliberately overly casual, “what do you do up here all day? Besides chop wood in your living room, that is.”

Logan paused, his expression tightening for a fraction of a second before he shrugged. “Keep to myself. Hike, fish when the river’s not frozen.” He gestured outside vaguely. “Helps to keep the mind occupied.”

There it was again, that vagueness Andi wished she could find out the reason behind. Something unspoken. Andi wasn’t sure if he was deflecting or if he just didn’t want to talk about whatever it was that kept him out here.

The simplicity of his answer caught her off guard. She’d expected him to dodge the question again, but there was something raw in the way he said it. As if he hadn’t meant to be so honest..

Andi decided it was a good time to check the bread in the oven, pulling it out once the edges turned golden. The evening was settling into a comfortable rhythm, and neither seemed eager to disturb it.

Logan set the table in silence, his hands moving with a certain economy, two bowls, two spoons, and the pile of flatbread placed in the center. It was simple, almost domestic, and the thought stirred something uncomfortable in him. He wasn’t used to this; sharing a space, a meal. It felt... intimate, even though it wasn’t supposed to be.

Andi ladled the soup into the bowls, feeling Logan’s presence behind her, handing him the full bowl. They sat down, across from one another at the small wooden table. The crackle of the fire and the storm outside were the only sounds as they dug into the meal.

Andi blew on her spoon before taking a bite, her eyes lighting up as the rich flavors hit her tongue. Logan watched her expression and realized he was ravenous from the smell, and quickly shoved the hot soup in his mouth, closing his eyes as the warmth traveled to his belly. It wasn’t just the physical warmth, but the wave of emotional warmth it brought him. Sitting at a table, with someone that admittedly, was there of his urging, but seemed to be comfortable and was good company. The months of only existing had not taken a toll on his body, but as he felt his brain relax, this was good for him. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had missed the domesticity of the school, of talking with someone that wasn’t scared of him.

Andi glanced up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “It’s not bad for canned goods and some old potatoes.”

“Better than anything I’ve eaten in a long time,” Logan said, and Andi caught the genuine expression on his face. He wasn’t lying, she could tell from the instant relaxation into his chair how much he suddenly warmed up to her.

“It was a mutual effort.” Andi grinned at him from over her bowl. “I’m surprised you know how to cook at all, actually, with what was on your shelves.”

Logan snorted, dipping a piece of the bread into the soup. “Yeah, well, when you’re out in the middle of nowhere, you learn to fend for yourself. I’m no chef, but I won’t starve.” She smirked, leaning back in her chair. “I half expected you to just hunt something down and eat it raw.”

Logan’s lips twitched into the hint of a smile. “That’s a last resort. Don’t want to scare off the neighbors.” Andi snorted, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yeah, all those neighbors around here. The trees would really freak out."

Logan gave her a sideways glance, the corners of his mouth still tugged upward. "You never know. There might be a squirrel or two keeping tabs on me." “Oh, definitely. I can see it now, a squirrel patrol reporting back about the strange guy who lives in the cabin. ‘He’s chopping firewood again, fellas. Same guy, same routine. Real suspicious. Better tell the forest ranger.’”

Logan chuckled, a low rumble that Andi found oddly comforting, and she realized it was the first time he had really laughed. She leaned in a little, her smile playful as she held his gaze. He felt himself melt a little into that gaze, the laugh coming from deep inside his chest, a foreign sensation.

Logan paused, his expression faltering just for a second before he masked it again. “I’m just a guy who likes to keep to himself. Nothing special.”

“‘Nothing special,’” Andi repeated, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, right. You walk around like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders, you can’t sleep, and somehow you manage to chop firewood indoors, making a total mess of the place. Sure, nothing special at all.”

Logan shot her a look. “I didn’t say I was neat about it.”

She laughed, the sound light and genuine, and for a moment, the tension that had been building all night seemed to ease. Logan found himself relaxing, letting the conversation flow in a way he hadn’t expected.

“I’ll admit,” Andi said, swirling her spoon in the bowl, “I didn’t think you’d be this decent to hang out with. You’ve got that whole lone wolf vibe down, and I figured you’d just grunt through dinner and call it a night.”

Logan tilted his head. “And yet, here you are.” “Excuse me, I’m here because you wouldn’t let me leave.” A hint of a challenge in her voice. “You know, I feel like you owe me the story of why you're up here in the dead of winter if I’m going to be trapped here with you all night. You’re not like the other men that stick around.”

Logan raised his eyebrows, clearly deflecting. “You always this nosy?”

Andi grinned, leaning her chin on her hand. “Only when I’m snowed in with a guy who chops wood in the living room.”

He shook his head, a reluctant smile pulling at his lips, as much as he didn’t want to tell her the truth. “Fair enough.” She watched him for a beat, realizing he wasn’t going to elaborate. She couldn’t be too upset, if he had asked her, she wouldn’t be telling him, either. “I don’t know, Logan. You’re kind of growing on me. I never thought I’d say that about a guy who broods for a living.”

“Brooding’s a full-time job, sweetheart.” he replied, deadpan, which made Andi snicker.

“Well,” she said, finishing off her bowl, “next time I need someone to sulk in the corner while I make dinner, I’ll know where to go.” Logan leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “And I’ll know who to call when I run out of ideas for making soup.”

“Deal,” she said, smiling despite herself. For a brief moment, it felt like the walls between them weren’t so high.

They finished their second helping with companionable silence, and slowly the awkwardness between them lessened. Andi had never been the type to feel uncomfortable in silence, it was something she had grown used to in the wild. But with Logan, it was different. He seemed like a man who carried too much, weighed down by whatever shadows he was trying to escape. And yet, sitting here, eating soup across the table from her, he almost seemed... normal.

He was glad to see she didn’t seem bothered by the quiet. In fact, she looked almost content, sitting there, wrapped in the warmth of the cabin. When he had insisted she stay, he hadn’t thought through this part, the part where he had to be in her presence for hours on end, feeling the pressure to entertain her. When she finished, she stood and carried both bowls to the small sink. Logan followed her with his gaze, then got up to help her clean up. As he moved beside her, the proximity felt charged, but neither of them acknowledged it. They washed the dishes in silence, their movements synchronized, careful not to brush against each other. Andi could feel his presence, though, a solid, grounding force at her side.

Once the dishes were done, they both lingered by the sink, neither knowing exactly what to do next. The fire crackled softly behind them, casting a warm glow across the room. Outside, the storm continued its relentless assault on the world beyond the cabin walls, but in here, it was still.

Logan cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "You can take the bedroom," he said, nodding toward the door he had disappeared through earlier. "I'll sleep out here."

Andi hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice soft but steady. "I don't mind taking the couch."

Logan just nodded once and sat down on the sofa, staring into the fire. The subtle shift in his posture made it clear: the conversation was over. Andi felt strangely dismissed, like she was being gently pushed out of the moment they had just shared.

The finality in his body language left no room for argument, and Andi didn’t press him further. She nodded, her steps measured as she made her way toward the bedroom. The room was simple, but cleaner then she had expected, the bed piled high with blankets.

Before closing the door, Andi glanced back at him. Logan remained by the fire, his broad back turned to her, his stance rigid as if he were bracing himself against something unseen.

"Goodnight, Logan," she said softly, her voice carrying across the still room.

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[modern-day-bard]

Other Duties As Assigned: A Joel Miller Fanfiction

Content Warning: 18+ This story includes mature themes such as drinking, stalking, violence, and explicit smut. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 7: Invisible Fence

Gwen

Well, my mission was successfully completed. Besides the fact that Ryan, or…Brian? God, I don’t know. Either way, he just wasn’t the best. Eager, but selfish in the end. At least he left early this morning. I hate when I wake up and they’re still here. Or God forbid they want breakfast. I want to wake up in my own bed, in peace. Without some strange guy giving me googly eyes and wondering if I’ll cover the tab for brunch.

And it is mostly peaceful, despite the mild hangover I’ve brought upon myself.

I check the alarm clock on my bedside table. 10:30am, not the worst I could have done. Plus, it’s a Saturday. Plenty of normal twenty-somethings sleep in on the weekends.

After a quick shower, I put on a workout set before taking my time to brush out my hair, which is evidently very knotted in the back. Ryan-Brian sure made a big mess for such a small return on investment. At least on my part. Once that’s done, I pad into the main room to find some food.

I stop dead in my tracks when I see Joel, sitting with his hands clasped together, staring at me.

Right. You’re the peace-ruiner.

It had been surprisingly easy to get away from him last night. It helped significantly that Ryan-Brian had a motorcycle. He might never know, but that’s one of the reasons he was last night’s top contender. It felt like a line he often used on girls in clubs, but he had no idea how much that aided with the logistics of my escape. Knowing what little I know about Joel, walking or using the subway wouldn’t have cut it. I had a brief moment last night where I thought he might storm in and give me an earful, but apparently he wasn’t the type.

He does look exceptionally stoic though…more than normal.

“Good morning, Mr. Miller.”

I walk past the chair he’s propped up in to make myself some breakfast. I have enough time with his silence to take out the yogurt and some blueberries before he responds.

“Morning, Miss Russell.”

I think that’s going to be it, like most mornings. But most mornings he isn’t sitting there, waiting. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him sit, actually. He wouldn't sit down last night, even though the table in that lounge cost upwards of twenty thousand. What a waste of a couch. I could’ve left an hour earlier if he would’ve gotten out of my eyeline.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” He asks, his tone suspiciously casual.

So it isn’t like most mornings.

“I sure did. Did you?” I pour some granola on top of my yogurt.

“Not really. I spent last night researching sound specialists.”

“Ah. Those old ears struggling to keep up after the club?” I say between crunches.

“A sound specialist to soundproof the walls here. They’re very thin.”

Granola lodges in my throat as I gasp, choking on more than just my embarrassment.

I’m truly sputtering like an idiot. So much so that Joel rises from his chair, double checking that I’m not going to actually pass out and die under his watch.

I figured he came home after I fell asleep. I thought he would be out searching for a couple hours before he got back. Did Nyah tell him where I was? She wouldn’t…and surely Ryan-slash-Brian and I would have been done by then. He was no marathon man.

I try to remain collected. At least the choking can explain my red face.

“Why is that?” I croak, my throat raw.

Joel’s calm countenance reconstructs into something incredulous.

And then he doesn't say anything. He just continues to give me that same, don’t-play-dumb-with-me face.

I roll my eyes, going back to my breakfast.

“Do you think that’s safe?” He asks softly, now leaning against the kitchen island.

“What?” I challenge.

“You know what.” Still soft, still lethal.

“I think it’s normal.”

“I agree. But you aren’t in a normal situation.”

“Well that’s for damn sure.” I let my eyes trail over him for dramatic effect. I’m surprised it took me until yesterday to realize that he works out regularly. Leaning against the counter is certainly helping the look of those arms. I guess bodyguards need to maintain a certain level of fitness.

“Do you carry a gun?” I’m surprised by my own question. But it does put the focus back on him instead of whatever he unfortunately heard last night. I don’t need to be slut-shamed in my own home.

Joel also looks surprised. Or about as surprised as a humanoid security system can muster. “Why do you ask?”

“It seems like something a bodyguard would have.”

“Personal Security Officer.”

“Whatever. Are you packin’ in there or what?”

Once again, I almost choke on my food. Almost. What on God’s green Earth possessed me to phrase it like that? Maybe I’m falling behind on sleep…

Joel, however, doesn't miss a beat. “I don’t carry a gun.”

“Not that I’m in favor of them, but how exactly would you fight someone off then?”

“I don’t carry a gun because I don’t need to.”

I squint, hoping it will help me see through the mild hangover haze. “Are you speaking in riddles on purpose?”

He leans forward, just a little. “If you were in harm’s way, I would neutralize the threat.”

“Okay, so, that was equivalent to the previous riddle.”

Joel just shrugs, leading us to have what must be our daily stare-down. Suddenly, he claps his hands together, pulling back from the kitchen entirely.

“Obviously you’ve been in need of your space, Miss Russell. I’m going to give you a day off.” He takes in my bewildered expression. “I would ask that you return home by nine, but I can’t enforce it.”

“You’re kidding,” I scoff.

“I don’t kid.”

“That checks out.” I put down my bowl, walking around the counter to get a better look at him. “You’re serious?”

Joel nods. “I think it’s time we try to compromise. You can do what you want today and if you have any engagements tonight I’ll accompany you to them. Seem fair?”

Mental note not to make any engagements tonight then. Or at least none that Joel will hear of. “Fair enough. For what is essentially a hostage situation anyway.”

“A hostage situation?” His voice is full of discontent….or possibly humor.

“Yep. You’re holding me here and making someone else pay for it.”

“I’m hardly holding you here.”

“Well, not today,” I strut off towards my room to change, now choosing to forgo the gym entirely, “Thanks, Mr. Miller.”

He mutters something that I don’t care to clarify. I have texts to send out, and places to go. It’s only been two weeks, but I feel like I’m being granted time out of my cell for good behavior. Shocking, because if anything my behavior has been less than favorable.

When I’m all dressed and ready to go, Joel isn’t even waiting in the living room. I feel a flicker of suspension in the back of my mind, but I ignore it, dancing in the elevator on my way to freedom.

- - -

“It symbolizes a struggle for power. The two pillars on either side are made up of different material, but they’re equally as strong. The strings between them are fighting to gather as many shapes as possible so their respective pillars can come out victorious. The irony is that they’re actually building a bridge, helping each other, learning from each other. It’s really…” Landon sighs, tilting their head slightly at the painting before us.

A painting that, to me, looks like a colorful mismatched collection of shapes. Still pretty, but I never would have gotten all that from what is hanging on the wall.

“Yeah…it really…is.” I say.

Landon laughs. “This one doesn’t speak to you?”

“I don’t know if art has ever spoken to me, honestly.”

They gasp. “Even after all my translating? I’m hurt.”

I giggle. “Do you ever wonder what your parents would have done if they had someone like me as a child, instead of you?”

“I mean they probably still would have forced fed art down my throat. I would just have to pretend to like it. Luckily, I actually do.”

I bump my arm into theirs. “And you’re good at it. Lucky them.”

They smile. “I am good at art. Wise words, Guinevere.”

“You know what I mean,” I roll my eyes, walking down to the next row of the gallery.

Vizual was the newest of Landon’s parents’ ten different galleries in New York. The first that Landon has fully curated. Simply the biggest dream of theirs coming to fruition. Walking through the doors alone I felt a huge sense of pride. I can’t imagine how excited I’ll be when it actually opens, and we won’t have to wait long.

“How many more pieces do you need?” I ask, strolling down the next section of white walls.

“This is it. At least for the opening. I’m leaving one area roped off in hopes that one of the artists that comes to the opening will want to fill it.”

“Oh, they’ll want to fill it. Look at this place. It practically smells prestigious.”

Landon rubs the back of their neck. “Let’s hope.”

“If not, I’ll just threaten them.” I shrug.

“You can sic your hot bodyguard on them.”

“Sure. If he’s still here by then.”

“It’s only a week away.”

“Why else would he ask for a break, Lands? He’s exhausted.”

Landon considers this for a minute, walking us back toward the front desk. “Maybe. Or maybe he’s testing you.”

“Testing me how?”

“You said he gave you a suggested curfew, right? Maybe he’s trying to see if he gives you an inch, will you take a mile, or are you capable of following his rules.”

“Capable and willing are two completely different things.”

“Gwen. All I’m saying is maybe get home on time tonight. It could grant you more time ‘off’ or something.”

I lean against the desk, twirling one of the golden pens around in a circle.

“Harper has actually been sort of worried, you know,” Landon says softly.

I glance up at them, “Really? Why?”

“I mean a quick scroll through your comments would make anyone who actually cares about you a little concerned. Also, it’s Harper. She could be convinced you were in danger even if your following wasn’t growing every damn second,” they rush to add, “We’re proud of you, obviously. Just maybe a…don’t tag everywhere you go before you’re even home type-of-thing would be good.”

I take a moment to think about it. Harper has always been the resident worrier in our group, but I still feel guilty that some of my comments were the reason behind her unease. They could be brutal, even though I keep blocking new keywords from being used. Turns out when people threaten to kill you and ‘your entire filthy-rich family too’ they can be pretty creative in how they phrase it.

“Do you…think it’s dangerous of me to bring guys home?” I’d never asked anyone that before. I figured I should just do whatever I wanted, the way other women my age do within reason. I knew if I asked Harper she’d say yes in the name of anxiety, and I know Nyah would say no in the name of anti-slut-shaming. Landon, however, would tell me the truth. And they don’t even flinch.

“You’re in your right to do so. And at the same time, as your friend, it makes me feel better knowing that a bodyguard is in your house. If I were you, maybe I’d just slow it down by a night or two. Vet them a little, or ask Miller to do it.”

“Ask Miller to vet the men I’m going to sleep with? He’ll love that.” I pause. “But thank you…for caring. I’ll take it into consideration.”

Landon grins. “I love when we talk emotions. It’s one of the only times I get to see you cringe.”

“I never cringe.”

They just raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, sometimes. And it might have happened this morning with Miller.”

I had texted all three of them earlier to figure out who was around today for some freedom plans. I told them I was released for the day at the price of the most uncomfortable conversation I ever hoped to have with Joel. Nyah asked for details, though she had a photoshoot today and couldn’t meet me. I told them that he basically flat out admitted to hearing me doing the deed. That’s when Landon replied, saying I could come visit them at the gallery later on if they got the full story first. I was so in awe of everything they built here that we still hadn’t cracked into it.

Harper answered three hours later, too tired and hungover from her birthday shenanigans to provide any coherent response. Though from where I left her last night, I had a feeling she would have her own affair to tell us about later.

“Yeah, about that. He heard you? What did he say?”

I put my face in my hands, muffling my words, “He said he looked into soundproofing my apartment. Apparently the walls are thin.”

Landon bursts out laughing. “You didn’t think he’d come home during it?”

“No! If I was trying to leave him, why would I go back to the place he has access to? I thought it would take him way longer to catch on…”

“And you thought it would take Motorcycle Guy way quicker to finish.” Landon says with a shaky voice, trying not to laugh again.

I bit my lip, but I can’t contain my own laughter anymore. “You’re an asshole.”

“I’m also correct.”

We catch our breath after a minute before Landon continues. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

This morning I went on a walk so long, I was worried I would end up in Brooklyn by accident. Then I did some antique shopping. I have a vision of filling a home with pieces I’ve curated over the years, and I like to go as often as I can. The catch is it's one of the only activities I prefer to do alone, so I only go when none of my friends are available. And I haven’t been able to do it while Joel has been shadowing me. I walked all the way back to SoHo once Landon was at the gallery. I check the clock on my phone, and I’m pleased that I’ve successfully made it to dinner time.

“I don’t know. I sort of checked everything off of my freedom-day-bucket-list. Though I am hungry…” I wiggle my eyebrows at them.

“Aw, I’d love to, but I can’t. I’m seeing you-know-who again.”

“Ah, the mysterious Elijah. Will I be meeting him at the grand opening?”

“It’s too soon to tell. I feel like two months isn’t long enough for that sort of thing.”

I eye them suspiciously. “Not that I’m the commitment expert but that seems plenty long enough for him to come celebrate your work.”

Landon waves a dismissive hand. “We’ll see. I’m sorry I can’t have dinner.”

“No worries,” I give them a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing my bags, “I’ll see you later. And I will be meeting that boyfriend of yours at some point!” I point at them as I make my way to the exit.

“Don’t call him that!” They shout before the door closes behind me.

The early fall air is cool without sending a chill down my bones. I inhale as much of it as I can, reveling in my last few hours without a chaperone. It’s comforting, being around so many people doing their own thing, living their own complex lives. I smirk to myself as all the people I pass pay me absolutely no attention. The opposite of what Russell Corp and Joel seem to think is happening to me everyday. The sun is low, and I text Rodney to meet me after dinner. Taking Landon’s advice, I decide it will be best to make it home before Joel’s appointed curfew. But I can at least walk to dinner first.

I keep walking without a plan, enjoying the classic architecture. I haven’t been down to SoHo in a long time, probably since before Dubai. Juggling the few shopping bags I did acquire makes things slightly less enjoyable, but I’d guard these things with my life. I found a lamp from the fifties that was made to look like a carousel. Someone would have to knock me into the street before I put this thing down.

Eventually, I make it to Little Italy. I let the aroma of mozzarella pull me into the first place I see. Another thing I haven’t enjoyed in a long time? New York pizza. My mouth waters before I’m even seated, and when the waiter comes, I order two full pies. I can always save some for later, or Joel can have it. I freeze mid-chew with that thought. I’m not bringing it back for him, I just won’t be able to finish all of this myself. That’s all. If it was Mateo, Rodney, Aria, or Amari I wouldn’t be giving that a second thought.

So I scarf down another slice, and try not to wonder how my unwanted houseguest occupied himself today.

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[itcamefromthetoybox]

You Can Run, But You Can’t Glide!

Almost everyone has seen the original “Jurassic Park,” and if you haven’t, then do yourself a favor and go watch it right now. Are you watching it? Isn’t it great? Alright, so let’s carry on. NOW almost everyone has seen the original “Jurassic Park,” and I think we can all agree that it’s glorious. My wonderful wife, knowing my love for this movie, recently got me a toy from it. So today, we’re looking at the “Jurassic Park Dr. Ian Malcolm Glider Escape Pack!”

Quick rehash about the plot of “Jurassic Park,” in case you need the refresher: a rich dude finds a way to bring back dinosaurs in modern times, which everyone tells him is a bad idea, and decides to open a theme park with them, which he cuts some important corners on. He invites a group of scientists to the park to confirm it’s safe, so that the insurance companies will sign off on it. Thanks to the aforementioned cut corners and the actions of the single IT guy who worked there (“We spared no expense” my ass), the park’s power and security craps out during a storm, trapping everyone on an island now roaming with dinosaurs, including velociraptors and a T-Rex, because bringing those back from the dead in a world where they have no natural predators was a great decision. Now, there’s some room for debate on how much of the park’s failure is from the owner cutting essential corners and pouring money into things like presentation and ice cream, and how much of it comes from intentional sabotage from the IT guy, who it’s implied put in a very low bid to get the job, but it’s my blog and I’m blaming the rich guy.

The main focus of this set is my favorite human from the franchise, Dr. Ian Malcolm, as played by the always-delightful Jeff Goldblum. Malcolm is a snarky mathematician who specializes in Chaos Theory and is brought in to mathematically predict the odds of the park going to Hell in a handbasket. Once he sees the dinosaurs in person, he quickly goes from “oh wow, the dinosaurs are alive” to “oh dear God, this is gonna be such a disaster.” Spoiler alert: he’s right, and a bunch of people die. Malcolm’s such a delight in the first movie that he was made the star of the sequel, “The Lost World: Jurassic Park,” and would go on to appear in two of the “Jurassic World” movies.

The toy we’re looking at today, “Jurassic Park Dr. Ian Malcolm Glider Escape Pack,” is part of a Target-exclusive line of “Jurassic Park” toys meant to homage the original movie toys from 1993, when the movie first came out. And the fact it came out 30 years ago makes me want to go drink and cry. The different toy sets in this line are based off the original toys, but, unlike other toylines that have done similar things, such as the “Star Wars Retro Collection” and “Transformers Vintage G1 and Beast Wars,” the figures in this line are modern toys with details and accessories inspired by the originals, instead of rereleases of the orignal figures. They’re also not modern versions of the original toys, like how Hasbro released updated versions of Greedo, a Jawa, and Obi-Wan Kenobi as part of the “Star Wars Black Series.” Instead, the sets here are original sets based off different ideas from the original line, which makes for some fun and interesting toys.

This set features Dr. Malcolm wearing a winged jetpack, which the packaging calls a glider,” and swooping in to rescue a baby dinosaur from a larger dinosaur by shooting the larger dinosaur with a gun bigger than Malcolm’s own torso. This toy takes a lot of inspiration from the original “Ian Malcolm with Launching Tranq Missile Dart” toy. The Ian Malcolm figure in this set is a smaller version of the original, with better detailing and articulation. His glider pack looks almost identical to the original’s, just with the addition of wings, and his gun’s large enough to make an NRA member feel emasculated. He’s even got a large, translucent green missile, which is very similar to the original figure’s missile, just without the grey part the original’s missile had. In terms of being a solid homage to the original, this toy passes with flying colors. Plus, I do really like how the figure took a lot of inspiration from the original and then added on. It’s not the same toy from ’93 and successfully stands on its own, but you can still see where it took from that first toy. It’s a successful modernization of a toy from the early 90’s.

Not pictured: me desperately trying to clean all this before my wife needed to sit down.

Ian Malcolm himself is really articulated. He’s got articulation in his head, shoulders, elbows, legs, and knees, which makes for a lot of fun posing. In terms of looks, he’s fantastic. The sculpting is really on point with this toy. There’s a few buttons undone on his shirt, his clothes have some wrinkles, and even his boots have a lot of sculpted details. Where he really shines, though, is his head. His head does a terrific job of capturing the character from the big screen, from the rocker hair to the cocky smirk. One detail I especially love is what was done with his eyes. Malcolm has eyes behind his glasses, which are a separate piece that was attached to his head. Behind the glasses, and visible through them if you look close enough, are actual eyes. It’s an added detail to this toy that I really like. Just be careful, because since the glasses are a separate piece that the makers attached to Malcolm’s head, there’s a risk of accidentally breaking them off. It’d be hard to do, and I haven’t done it, but a small piece attached with glue or pegs will always have that risk.

Malcolm has two main accessories: the aforementioned glider pack and large gun. First, let’s talk about that sweet-ass glider. The glider pack comes partially disassembled, so you need to attach the wings to it yourself. It’s a super easy process, as the wings peg right on and stay on securely. From the back, it looks almost identical to the backpack accessory from the original toy, just with wings. What that means is that it’s a black backpack with translucent green parts on it. It almost looks like Jeff Goldblum is wearing a nuclear jetpack to fight crime with, and I am definitely into that idea. 

Because if you’re gonna be a scientist, you should definitely have giant guns and jetpacks

Now, getting the backpack on Dr. Malcolm is a little bit trickier than it used to be, where you would just peg it onto his back. For this toy, you have to pull the bottom of the left shoulder strap out of the little slot it tabs into on the backpack. Then, you slide it over Malcolm’s right arm until you line the peg up with the hole on his back, which will let you attach the backpack. Now, put the left strap tab back into the slot. It’s a little more complicated than I like, and the tab feels a little loose. Also, putting the backpack on wreaks havoc on Malcolm’s ability to stand. He WILL fall over, and it IS because of the giant jetpack on his back.

The other accessory is the large gun with the green missile. I love this weapon. Between the absurd size and the green missile, it feels less like something you use to tranquilize a dinosaur and more like something you use to kill Superman. It’s pure 90’s glory, and I love it. The missile is spring loaded and does have some power, so keep that in mind. Don’t aim it at anyone’s face, or there’s gonna be issues. My only problem with the gun is that it’s so big that Malcolm will fall over if you put it in his hand. Rule of thumb: big accessories mean little balance.

Lex Luthor’s latest weapon to kill Superman

There are two dinosaurs in this set, and each have their own accessories. So yeah, this is a longer review. I just waited to bring it up until now because now you’re trapped in this review and have to see it through! Trapped! TRAPPED, I SAY!

Anyways, the first dinosaur is a baby triceratops. She has no articulation at all, which is alright with me since more articulated figures in this set would drive up the price. She looks very pretty, though. I love her colors, especially the facial markings. They draw attention to her surprised expression and match her horns, which, again, look very nice. I also really like her sculpted details. They add some texture to the figure and also really add to her appearance. Without them, she’d look like a cheap, dollar store toy. 

Soon to star in about 15 “Land Before Time” sequels

She has one accessory, a harness that fits over her back. It’s a nice little accessory that fits pretty snugly on her and has a handle so Dr. Malcolm can carry her away. Getting the handle in his hand can be tricky, though, so you might have to fiddle a little with it.

It turns out that, even as a baby, a triceratops weighs a crapload.

The other dinosaur is a dilophosaurus, which, as a carnivore who needs to eat meat to survive, is our villain for this set. Because the Great Circle of Life can kiss our collective asses. She looks pretty good, too, with her dark green body and the leaf green markings. It really draws in the eye without clashing and sells the idea that this is a jungle predator. She has a little articulation, which is nice, since it lets her pose a little and chase her prey. Her mouth opens and her limbs can all move, but be careful with the legs. They’re a bit stiff, and I’ve heard some people worry about damaging them from moving them too much. She also has a tab in her back you can pull up that has a code you can scan as part of an app meant to go with the toy. Now, her tail looks like it should be able to move. It can’t. Don’t be tempted. It’s not stuck, it doesn’t need a little force to move, and it’s not a factory error. The tail does not move, and attempting to force the issue will not end well.

Ugh, she’s making a face. Now we gotta take the picture again

Her accessories are a set of restraints: a muzzle for her head and a set of cuffs for her limbs. The cuffs clip onto her limbs nicely, and the muzzle fits snugly onto the head. The end result is that you really get the feeling this is a dangerous animal being transported in a zoo. I really like how it comes out.

The all-dinosaur version of “Silence of the Lambs” was a smash hit

“Jurassic Park Dr. Ian Malcolm Glider Escape Pack” is a Target exclusive set that normally goes for about $25, but my wife got me this one for about $17 because it was on sale. The set’s aimed at ages 4+, but keep in mind that the giant missile does have some kick to it. Would I recommend this set? Very much so. The figures all look great, the accessories are fun, and it’s got everything I loved about the original toys as a kid in it. It’s a solid addition to your collection, and who could say no to the seductive looks of Plastic Jeff Goldblum? Next time, we’ll be looking at some more fun stuff in the lead up to our next series of theme reviews. For now, this is JS signing off and wishing you Happy Toy Hunting!

[boston-slayer]

Chasing Midnight

It was nights last this that made Faith ask one question, "what the fuck am I doing with my life." She sat at her desk, reading over the latest autopsy report. The coroner's report indicated the death was unusual, to her, it was typical. The unusual became Faith's normal as her years as the Slayer wore on. She couldn't figure out what precisely was killing these people. All she knew was that this was highly likely supernatural in origin. Being law enforcement was a double edged sword.

If she was going to patrol the streets for vamps and bad guys, she may as well get paid for it. Becoming a cop helped. Faith rose in rank to homicide detective. In that decade, she'd seen worst of man and demon kind. The crime surges near the Hellmouth were always high. Some years were higher than others. At least when she tackled someone in a graveyard in uniform nobody asked twice.

Nights like this were worse than the biggest demons she faced.

Three dead kids, all unknown causes. She hated child cases, the depravity of some people made her wish she could handle them like she did the monsters of the night. Faith often wondered if those same monsters they slayed were truly as evil as some of the killers she took off the street. The abduction of Bernadette Tyler became national headlines. 16 year old Bernadette Tyler, was a popular model and actress in California. She was no celebrity, well, not until now.

Her office phone rang, she looked at the clock that hung on the wall across from her. Great. Nothing good came from after hour calls.

"Lehane speaking." She answered it, bracing herself for the possibility they found Bernadette Tyler's body. Her brows furrowed, it was their unit chief.

"I was informed by my supervisor, that the FBI and CIA will be assisting us in this investigation." Her unit chief said.

"CIA, you're kidding?" Her heart raced and her blood went cold. Shit, she expected the feds being invited into this case, but the CIA? This changed the entire nature of the case. Supernatural or not, the CIA never got involved in homegrown cases, that was the FBI's job. The CIA specialized in international crimes that would compromise the safety of the United States. If they both were being invited into the case, then this meant two things; she was going to have the Goon Squad breathing down her neck at all hours, worse, they could be dealing with a trafficking ring, hitmen, hell even possibly a new terrorist cell. Any one of those dynamics would be ground for CIA involvement. All of those options were made worse by the supernatural deaths of these past five victims.

"Why?" She said after she collected her thoughts. "What are they thinking this is?" Faith needed an idea of what she was walking into at tomorrow's meeting.

"They didn't say much. I want you to get these agents up to speed tomorrow when they arrive." He said.

Faith thought out a string of curses, but, kept her voice level and professional. "Will do. What time are they expected to arrive?"

With the details arranged, Faith hung up and took one last look at the clock. Dammit, time to patrol. her concentration on her work was gone.

Her eyes blurred from the long hours and caffeine crash. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed her medication and took them. It'd keep her alert for the night rounds. She grabbed her belongings and left the precinct.

The night was uncomfortably silent. Faith walked her familiar stomping grounds, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. She focused on the teen hotspots, ensuring they weren't targeted. Not even an opportunistic vampire. It was unsettling; a calm before a storm that Faith couldn't pinpoint.

She walked the graveyard, the old high school and university, nothing. The only excitement was trying to fight her sleep paralysis demon long enough to finish patrol. As she walked by the local bar, she spotted a familiar blond figure step outside to smoke. She stopped in front of him and smiled, "mind if I bum one?"

Spike shrugged and handed her a cigarette. "How's patrol, found any boogiemen?" He asked and took a deep breath of smoke.

"Besides you? Nothing." She snorted. Faith leaned against the wall beside him and took a few drags. "They're calling in the feds and CIA over this Tyler case." Faith said and cursed. "The last thing I need is for them to be breathing down my neck." She and Spike kept tabs on the ongoings of Sunnydale. "It's not a typical abduction, this wreaks of demonic activity and I can't say a damn thing about it." Supernatural phenomenon were not unusual sights for her team. However, for her to admit she was part of it would ruin her career if not worse.

Spike chuckled, "sucks playing both sides, doesn't it?" A slayer being a detective was like a vampire being a doctor. It didn't happen and when it did, it usually went to hell eventually.

Faith finished her cigarette, "have you heard anything from B and the others?" At this rate, sucking in her pride and asking for their help, was tempting. No, she couldn't involve them in this. She could lose her badge if she was caught dragging "civilians" into a murder investigation. Being slayers and witches didn't change the laws around civilian affairs. As much as she hated it, she had to play by the rules; more so now than ever before.

In her decades since the fight with the First, Faith grew up a lot. Now on the eve of her 40th birthday, she learned she couldn't take the law into her own hands, but god did she want to sometimes. She didn't play Bad Cop with a chip on her shoulder like she did when she first joined the force.

Spike didn't answer right away, but eventually finished his cigarette and chased it with his beer. "Not lately. They've been on some quest for a magic weapon or something." They didn't tell him anything and frankly Spike didn't care, or so he told himself.

"Fun." Faith said unenthusiastically. A silence lapsed between them, the two finding it peaceful. The night was calm and clear despite how it unsettled her.

Spike finished his beer and said, "Right then, I'll see what I can find out on this Tyler kid." He didn't want to do it, he'd rather follow his vampire instincts and smash his beer bottle over the Slayer's head. However, Spike wanted to prove to Faith and the others that he was good and dependable.

Faith looked over at him curiously. She didn't entirely trust him, but, he'd proven time and again he could be. Faith half smiled at him and grabbed a business card from her wallet.

Spike raised his hand and shook his head, "I know how to find you." He smirked and looked around the small town, debating where to go next. "Just keep the goon squad from sniffing around my crypt." He half waved as he walked off down the street.

She didn't know what to make of that last remark but didn't think much of it. Faith called it an early night and went into the bar to drink her troubles away for the evening. If she was lucky, she'd get a few hours of sleep before she had to do this all again tomorrow.

[beels-burger-babe]

Double Vision

*This is completely self-indulgent as I officially have to wear glasses now and got my first pair today, but I figured to give you guys some content in between me being stuck on the two stupid drafts that I'm writing, I'd give you this I guess this is a series of shorts?? Either way, enjoy! -B*

Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses

CW: Asmo being Asmo. His bit is a little suggestive at times

LUCIFER

Although he'll never admit it, Lucifer was really concerned when you had disappeared for the entire day.

He was so used to hearing you laughing amongst his brothers, or pestering him in his office, or even just lounging in the living room that your absence had left him feeling like something was wrong.

Using the excuse of bringing you food to prevent you from starving, he comes to your room and knocks once before entering.

"MC, I know your studying, but do try not to forget that you...need..."

He's cut off mid-snark as he saw you staring back at him behind a pair of framed lenses.

His heart stuttered in his chest and Lucifer Morningstar is left speechless.

Your hair was a mess from the countless times you had run your hands through it. There were bags of exhaustion under your eyes, and there was a hand-shaped mark on your face from where you had been leaning into your palm.

But with those glasses, you looked studious and sharp.

If the eye-wear added this much to your beauty when you were clearly sleep-deprived as you were, he couldn't help but imagine how you might look dressed up in business wear with them.

"Lucifer?"

He snapped his head up, as you caught his focus one more, and noticed, with a frown, how you had removed your glasses.

"Did you come here for something?"

Lucifer walked over to your desk and set down the plate in front of you. "I was ensuring that you actually ate some food between all the reading you're doing." He picked up your glasses and casually inspected them (although mentally he was taking note of the style so that he could buy you more). "I was unaware that you wear glasses, MC."

You rolled your eyes and took a bite from the food in front of you. "That's because I don't need to wear them all the time. Just when I'm doing activities that can strain my eyes."

Lucifer hummed and looked closely at you. You rose an eyebrow at the demon, questioning his odd behaviour. Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and gently slid the frames onto your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes remained locked on yours, and a sly smile graced his lips. "You should wear them more often," he whispered softly. "You look lovely in them."

MAMMON

Mammon sighed heavily as he sat upside down on his bed.

He was bored. You had locked yourself up in your room all day for that stupid test and had kicked him out since apparently he was "distracting" and "prevented you from getting any work down."

Well, fuck that! He wanted to spend time with you, damn it!

Mammon marched down the hall and banged on the door once before throwing open the door. "Yo human! Studyin' time is over! It's Mammon ti-...time..."

He trailed off for a moment as he noticed you glaring heatedly at him. However, it wasn't the glare that made him surprised. No. It was the fact that the glare was being filtered through a pair of glasses that he had never seen before on your face.

"When the fuck did you start wearin' glasses?!" He screeched and marched over to you, grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer and get a better look.

You let out a noise of frustration and swatted his hands away. "Mammon quit it! I'm trying to study!"

Surprisingly, he pulled back his hands, but he remained barely an inch away from you. "I didn't ask if you were studyin'! I asked about the glasses!"

You felt yourself blush and pulled your face away. "I've always had glasses. I just don't always wear them. That's all. Wh-Why does it matter?"

Mammon opened his mouth to give a retort, before snapping his jaw back shut. His face grew rapidly warm as he scratched the back of his neck. "I-I was just wonderin'! You've been down here for what? 3 months now? And I ain't ever seen you wear them."

You averted your eyes from the clearly flustered demon and nervously played with your hands. "Yeah, well, I didn't really want any of you to see me in them. I look pretty silly and-"

"What the fuck are you talkin' about? You're adorable!!" Mammon shouted before slapping a hand over his blushing face. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes full of shock. "I-I mean, glasses are cool, ya know? I wear glasses all the time! And if the Great Mammon knows anythin', it's style! So, of course, you look cute- I mean good- I mean gorgeous- I-I mean GAH!" Mammon turned around and stormed out of the room.

A couple days later, you found a pair of tinted glasses, identical to the ones Mammon wears, in your prescription sitting by your door.

LEVIATHAN

Levi groaned as he looked at the books in front of him.

He wasn't the most studious of his brothers, and this test was draining the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch anime, but because of this stupid test you were both holed up in your respective rooms studying.

Leviathan let out a huff as he laid his head on his desk and glanced over at his manga collection. His gaze paused on the side of a particular school manga with the two main characters studying on the cover.

Levi shot out of his seat in realization, "I can just go study with them!!!"

Levi quickly gathered all his textbooks and went straight to your room. He knocked on the door and nervously waited for you to answer.

As the door swung open, Levi's jaw dropped and his books went scattering across the floor.

Glasses. You were wearing glasses. Glasses that made your eyes look slightly bigger and just overall made you so freaking cute. Oh goodness. He didn't know that you could pull off the cool, studious type so well. You were just so cute!

"Oh shoot, Levi! Your books!" You bent down and quickly began to gather them for him. It was just like a scene from an anime!

"S-So kawaii," the otaku muttered, as he tried to hide his red face behind his arm.

The reddening got worse as you looked up at him and tilted your head. "What was that, Levi?"

He frantically waved his hands took his books back from you, "N-NOTHING! Just, um, I-I was wondering if we could study together? I'm not having much luck on my own, a-a-and you look smart, especially with your new glasses, which look amazing, and I-I thought maybe..."

You smiled softly at the otaku's mumbling and grabbed his hand. "Of course, Levi! I'd love to study with you!"

As you pulled him into your room to sit at your desk, Levi blushed and followed behind you, mentally thinking of the number of glasses-wearing cosplays he could get you to try.

SATAN

Satan took a sip of his tea as you sat down at the library table beside him.

Test season had always been a favourite of his for a number of reasons, but this year, those reasons could all be narrowed down to one big one: he got to spend more time alone with you.

It made him more grateful than ever that his brothers were morons and that he was the only dependable demon in the house that you could study with.

He had constructed an easy-to-follow study guide for the two of you that would guarantee both your success for this test. You'd get good grades and avoid Lucifer's wrath, and he'd get to spend time with you. It was a win-win.

He flipped through a textbook to find the subject of the test. "Alright. We should get started if we're going to stick to the plan. Now, how comfortable are you with..." he stopped short as he looked up and saw you staring at him with a pair of glasses on your face.

He blinked.

He had never seen you were glasses before. He couldn't help but think that now that he had, he never wanted to see you without them again. You look so stunning and elegant with them on. He absolutely loved it.

Of course, he couldn't just tell you that though.

Instead, Satan tilted his head and smirked. "You are aware that just because you're wearing glasses, it won't make you any smarter?"

You gasped in mock offence and lightly hit his arm as Satan laughed. "I'll have you know these are prescribed! I have to wear them when I'm doing any strenuous activities."

Satan flashed a roguish smile and went back to flipping through his book. "Pity. I'd rather like to see you wear them more often. You look wonderful," before you even got the chance to respond or acknowledge the light blush on his cheeks, Satan cleared his throat. "Now, on page 364, you'll see..."

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus hummed to himself as he walked towards your room with a basket full of facemasks and nail polish in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

You had been tucked away in your little room all day studying, and he just knew that you needed a break. That's where he came in of course, offering you all the love and self-care you could ever desire.

Asmodeus joyfully knocked on your door before slipping inside. "MC dear, I've come to free you from your..." he inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

You were laying on your stomach, kicking your legs behind you as you read whatever book you were studying from, dressed in an adorably oversized sweatshirt. That alone would've been enough to make him squeal.

But you were also wearing glasses.

Asmo shrieked as he jumped onto the bed with you and tackled you.

You let out a yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor. "Wha- Asmo! Get off!"

Asmodeus giggled and sat up beside you. "Sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! You look so cute with your little glasses. AH! It's delightful," his eyes sparkled with intrigue and pleasure. "Sexy even," he purred as he leaned in close.

You chuckled and pushed Asmodeus away as you stood up. "I'm just studying. The glasses are so I can read without getting a headache."

The demon hummed as he walked back over to the door to regather his supplies. "Well, have you ever considered buying some for accessories? I have a pair or two that would look gorgeous on you. It'd be a shame if the only person who ever got to see how scrumptious you look with glasses was your books," he smirked knowingly as he turned around and saw you flustered.

Asmo grinned and held the basket and wine bottle. "Now enough with the studying. It's time for a break. So sit back and relax, and let me take care of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, and damn that glare was more effective from behind a pair of lenses. "Asmo," you warned, causing the demon to shiver.

Asmo pouted and gestured to the basket. "Self-care of course. Gee, MC, why must you think such filthy things."

BEELZEBUB

Beel made his way towards your room with his arms full of snacks.

He was proud of you for taking your test so seriously and really putting in the work to do your best, but he was also worried. He had barely seen you come out of your room even once today, and that meant that you probably hadn't eaten enough.

Seeing as you were always carrying around snacks for him, he figured it was time that he returned the favour.

He frowned as he got to your door and realized that he had no hands to knock with. He tried rearranging the food in his arms but nearly dropped the entire load. Beel huffed and stared at the door for a couple seconds before leaning forward and butting it with his head several times.

He heard a groan and some shuffling on the other side before the door opened.

His eyes widened as you stood before him, yawning as you rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses - yes, glasses.

You were always small in comparison to Beel, but now with the glasses, there was something about it that made you look even more delicate.

"Cute," Beel said as he looked down at you.

Your face instantly flushed as you blinked up at him. "H-Huh?"

Beel smiled softly and felt his fingers twitch with the urge to ruffle your hair. "Your glasses. They look very cute," he explained honestly.

You squeaked and quickly took them off, too embarrassed by Beel's forward compliment. "Th-Thanks Beel. They're um, they're just for studying."

The urge to ruffle your hair, or pat your shoulder, or even simply touch you grew stronger, but Beel's hands were still full. So, much like with the door, Beelzebub thought of an alternative.

He leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head. His warm gaze met yours as he gently whispered, "You always look pretty, but with them on, you look even prettier," and then, as though he hadn't just stolen your heart, he grinned and held out the food. "I brought snacks."

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been wandering around the house late at night in yet another round of restlessness.

He had just walked past your door when he noticed your bedroom light was still on. Belphegor tsked and began making his way over. It was bad enough that he wasn't getting any sleep. He didn't need you picking up on his awful sleep habits just because of some boring test.

Without bothering to knock, Belphie opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to tease you but found his words catching in his throat.

You weren't awake after all.

You were passed out on your desk, face smooshed up against an open book with a pair of glasses sitting uncomfortably askew on your nose.

Belphie felt his cold heart melt at the sight.

He let out a deep chuckle and walked over to you. He carefully removed the glasses from your face and snorted at the red lines that had been left in their wake. He pressed gentle kisses to the marks before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed.

"Silly MC," he whispered as he draped your blankets over you. "Everyone knows that you're not supposed to sleep with glasses on," he smiled tenderly at your sleeping form as he brushed a few hairs from your forehead. "No matter how cute they may make you."

*And that's that! I hope you enjoyed this cute little thing I just threw together! Sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. School and work have just been insane and I honestly don't think the workload is gonna get any lighter. Thank you for your patience and your support!*

TAGLIST:

@thegrimgrinningghost @henry-and-the-seven-lords @satans-beloved-riv @cosmixbun @sufzku @victoirey @obey-mes-treasure @kissed-by-a-dementor @yukihaie @justtiarra @mammoneybb @obeys-world @poly-bi-mf @armycandy10 @burrixino @rulaien @pumpkins-mainside-blog @acousticpen @sucker-for-angst-and-fluff @itskrispy @10paradox10

[itjazzbicch]

Mess With The Bull? Get The Horns

Pairing:  "Hangman" Adam Page x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader has always been aligned with Adam Cole & RedDragon, but has hid the fact that she is friends with beneifits with Hangman Adam Page, taking the chance to look like she's helping her team, but is really firing up Adam Page during their, 'Championship Celebration'...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing, Unprotected sex, rough sex, bit of choking)

Requested by: No one (But I hope you all enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1157

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF: 

I sounded like a broken record trying to explain to Cole, Kyle and Bobby that we needed to be on guard. There was no way in hell that this “Championship Celebration” was going to go according to plan.

Figured by now that they would realize that Hangman wasn’t just going to sit around, but they just wouldn’t listen to me. During the “Celebration”, I let them do their things.

I did play along because of the crowd’s presences, but shortly after, Cole was left jaw dropped because my prediction was right.

Hangman pulled right up to the ramp-way in his Tesla, storming down and ready for a fight. It was three versus one so, while Hangman started unloading on Cole, Kyle, and Bobby, I snuck out of there, swiping the world title with me.

They were all so focused on the fight, especially when it became a little more hectic with Jungle Boy and Luchasaraus, no one noticed me slipping away. The guys were collecting themselves out on the floor while Jungle Boy and Luchasaraus reclaimed their titles and that’s when they all realized that I was gone and so was the world title.

Hangman had an even strong annoyance and rage in his eyes when the crowd started pointing toward the stage.

“Looking for this?!” I laughed, holding up the title.

“Don’t make me come up there, Y/N!” Hangman yelled, which only made me laugh more because I had plans of my own, testing first when I took a few steps back and when I saw him jump out of the ring, I booked it.

Hangman had our fair share of history, friends with benefits actually, and I will admit, I loved toying with him and this time wasn’t going to be any different.

I booked it to my private locker room, having a plan up my sleeve that I know would blindside him.

“You think I don’t know where your room is?!” I heard a pounding on my door, Hangman’s voice still expressing his anger, “Never thought that you would play into their shit too, Y/N! Now open this got damn door!”

Quickly, I unlocked it and got in place. Hangman never changed, quickly busting through the door and slamming it, but he wasn’t ready for me.

“This is how all the guys do it right?” I asked, watching his pupils expand, cheeks turning red a little when I turned to show him that I was completely naked,  title around my hips to cover my lower half, “Or should I do it like this?”

His eyes couldn’t help but follow my hands, pulling the title up to my breast to cover them, then dropping to watch my hips swaying.

“I must say, this title looks good on me,” I smirked in the mirror posing, “Maybe I’ll go to the mens division just for this.”

“You’re playing with fire,” Hangman warned with a deep growl, hand on his belt buckle trying to hide that he was hard from watching me.

“Well, when it comes to you,” I turned and purred to him, “I like the burn. Why so nervous? Not like it’s the first time you’ve seen my birthday suit.”

“You think this is really funny huh?” He breathed with a red face, stepping up to me, “That’s mine. Now give it up or things aren’t going to swing your way.”

“Face me for it then,” I snickered, stepping up closer, “You. Me. Title match. Let’s go.”

“You know what-“ He whispered, looking me up and down again, then to the title, “You mess with the bull. You’re gonna get the horns.”

“Give ‘em to me then, baby,” I whispered back, not expecting the steam in his hand when he took me by the throat, kissing me hard, tongue fighting me and winning while his free hand took the title, unhooking it and tossing it to the floor.

His grip only grew tighter, growling while pushing me down into the couch, “You want your “title match”?”

I nodded slightly, watching him ripping off his clothes with impatience, “I’m not afraid to admit that you’re a great champion and that you know how to put a fight, especially when you’re all fired up.”

It was cute watching him trying to hide his small smile, my eyes dropping to the sight of his cock in his hand, throwing my legs wide open, “Whether if I pin you or make you tap out, I’m still gonna be champ.”

“Is that righ-“ I went to throw some sass just for a sharp gasp to jump out of me, body not prepared for his cock to split me so wide, giving all of it and smacking right into my cervix already.

“Already told you,” He growled with a sexy smirk on his face, pulling me by the thighs and off the edge of the couch a bite, “Mess with the bull, get the horns.”

Quickly, I sat up a little, rolling my hips toward him to show that he didn’t get the better of me entirely just yet, humming at the feeling, “I thought you were more of a fighter than a talker, cowboy.”

“Oh, so you want some cowboy shit, huh?” He snarled, biting his lower lip and not tolerating my back talk no longer, hips pounding hard into mine to cancel out what little momentum I had, giving me one slow thrust, pulling to just his tip then going off on me.

I couldn’t stop nodding my head with a heaving chest full of moans, walls already squeezing him so tight, “Yeah, baby. Give it to me like that!”

“Spittin’ commands now?” He chuckled, hand wrapped around my throat again to pull me up into him, thrusts growing stronger and kissing, “Be lucky I’m even giving it to you after you stole my title and ran.”

“Don’t be like that,” I whined, kissing back, “Just wanted to see you fired up is all. I fucking love it.”

“You wanted to be a bad girl, ‘challenge’ me, and so?” He bit my lower lip, pulling my hips into his to make the impact even more intense, creating more friction, “It’s my way or the highway, girl.”

“Gladly take it your way, baby. Fuck!” I cried out loud, holding onto his shoulders tight and sinking my nails in, lip popping free while I threw my head back, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“You know you can’t resist me,” He laughed, throwing his hair back while he sat up again, pushing my legs all the way back, picking up his hips a little to push in even deeper, some how increasing his speed greater than what it was.

There was no way I was going to stay together with all my nerves going crazy, hips starting to jerk uncontrollably, his head leaning down to me again, leaving bites along my breasts and chest, making me up all the way to my neck.

“Adam! You’re gonna make me-“ I began to whine, losing my breath completely and gasping hard for air, not getting a break when he bit my lip, kisses sloppy but adding to my mess when his voice grew deep, making me breakout with goosebumps:

“Make you what? Also, I pinned you for a lot longer than three seconds.”

“You’re gonna make me cum, Adam! Stop playing around,” I whined even harder, core beginning to curl and tighten more, “I’m so damn close!”

“You started it all!” He laughed, but grew serious, doubling his efforts, “I’m going to make you cum, alright.”

With a loud groan, he stood up straight again, hips at double speed and bring me toward him again, able to feel his cock getting some throbs while smacking my cervix again.

It made the air in my chest suddenly stop, jaw dropping and vision gone white, the spasming of my walls hectic and then gushing all over him, messy and all over us, showing he was the winner and continuing to fuck me right through it all.

“Sweet fucking jesus, Adam!” I suddenly yelled out of nowhere, sweat on my face when every bit of sensitive pleasure hit me like a truck.

“You ain’t done!” Adam hurried, holding his cock still then pulling me by the hair a little, taking the tip of his cock in my mouth, humming at his heat flooding my mouth, dripping down to my chin a little as I was a bit slow to swallow it down.

Taking a deep breath was so relieving, smiling up at him softly when he had his eyes closed for a moment, thighs tense and his cock letting out one last, small throb. “Do you think I take this all as a punishment or something?”

I giggled, licking the tip of his cock clean, “Believe me, I could do this all night.”

“Never gonna learn,” His head shook, letting out a laugh to show we were on the same page, letting out all the built up emotion doing us both good.

“Nope,” I kissed one more time, “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

-

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

-

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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How about a Loki x reader.. Tony moves his baby sister into the compound after something happens to her but he won’t tell anyone what. She refuses to leave her room until everyone is in bed. She comes out one night and is caught by Loki. She immediately apologizes and becomes so shaken up that she drops her things and breaks a glass. Then it hits him why she was secretly moved in. Tony had discovered his little sister living in a bad situation with her now ex and suffered years of abuse. Loki decides then to take his time to make her feel safe again and they eventually fall for each other.

A/N: I hope this works! I got really sappy at the end, but I also don’t know how to end these one shots. This is a bit of a lengthy one, so bear with me.

He’s Not Him

Summary: Tony Stark has enough of his sister’s ex and moves her into the Avengers Tower. After taking notice of her shy and timid behavior, Loki digs deep at her past, making him want to make her feel safe.

Pairing: Loki x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 2993

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of domestic abuse, language

Forever Tags: @mm2305

Y/E/N - your ex’s name

*If you or someone you know is being domestically abused, please reach out to 911 or call 800.799.SAFE (7233) for help. Love you all*

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Tony storms into his sister's apartment. After standing outside of her door for a half hour, he bashed in the door at the the sound of a scream from inside. Frantically, he pushes his way around the furniture and bursts into your bedroom. His eyes go wide at the sight of you on the floor in a ball and your ex boyfriend above you with a fist out. Stark grabs your ex’s fist and rips him away from you, pushing him into your dresser.

“Get the fuck out!” Tony screams.

“Oh, the great Tony Stark is here. What are you going to do? Drop a bomb on me?”

You’ve never seen Tony’s skin turn so red. He storms forward and punches your ex square in the nose, sending him down on the ground. Tony unleashes all his energy until the man is left with a broken nose and multiple bruises.

“Get. Out.”

Your ex runs out of your room, without missing the chance to break a few things, and out of your apartment. You look up out of your ball to see Tony rushing to your side with panic in his eyes. He lifts up your head as you climb into his lap.

“Come here, darling. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” He coos.

You cry into the crook of his shoulder as he rocks you back and forth, his hand on your back.

“I’m getting you out of here,” He says, placing you on your bed, “I’m taking you to the tower with us.”

Tony leaves you on your bed as he gets a suitcase and packs your things. He gathers all of your clothes and some of your possessions like books, drawings, and others. You can feel the tears starting to dry on your skin as you stop crying. Tony doesn’t miss the way you start to uncurl and the bruises on your neck show up. His face drops to see the choking marks on your neck.

“I’m… so sorry, Y/N. I should have been here to protect you.”

You shake your head at him as he joins you on the bed. Tony reaches around your head to undo your ponytail and cover the bruises.

“There, now no one will ask you about them.”

You give him a gentle smile which eases him a little. He leans forward and kisses your forehead before taking your hand and helping you up. Tony and you walk out of your building and into the garage where Happy is in the car. He drops you off for five minutes to go talk to your landlord about you leaving.

“You’re going to be okay,” Happy reassures you.

“Thanks,” you manage to get out.

He gives you a warm smile. He has always made you smile throughout the years. Tony comes back, joins you in the car, and takes off to the tower.

Upon arrival, you look up at the large tower in awe. You’ve visited a couple of times, but that was a year ago since your ex didn’t allow you to see Tony much. It’s always been impressive. You were thankful for Tony letting you live on your own and make something of your own life instead of letting you mooch off of his fortune, but you do regret sometimes not letting him support you more. You were always so proud of him.

Tony carries your luggage as he leads you to the elevators. He looks down at you every so often, noticing the anxious way you bite your nails.

“You’re safe here. We have the best security and you’ll be surrounded by trained assassins and heroes. They’ll protect you, I promise.”

You nod your head at Tony’s words. As much as they help you, you don’t really want to see or talk to anyone. After having your ex break into your house every day for two weeks, you want to be alone except for the occasional visit from Tony.

The elevator doors open and reveal you and your brother to the Avengers who are all lounging in the living area. They turn to look at you with puzzled faces, making you nervous and hide behind Tony’s arm. He lets you stay behind him instead of forcing you to say hi as you exit the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister, Y/N. She’s going to stay here from now on so be nice to her,” Tony announces.

Everyone says hi to you but you stay silent behind Tony. He doesn’t question it even though the others look at one another in concern. Steve thinks to himself that you can’t be that rude, but given the way you look, everything must be very different to you from the rest of your life. You look shocked and scared.

Looking at the Avengers, you take in each and everyone’s appearance. Bucky and Nat look the scariest in your opinion and you make a mental note to stay away from them. Sam, Steve, and Clint look nice, but Wanda looks like the sweetest lady in the universe. She has a smile that warms your heart. Turning to your right, you see two very tall men standing and staring at you.

The taller one has blonde hair and a big grin on his face. He has a large stature, but he does not look intimidating. He has a golden retriever energy to him, but the man next to him is a different story. With his pitch black hair and powerful stand, the other man stares at you with daggers in his eyes. He sends shivers down your spine without saying anything.

You drag your eyes away from the intimidating man and follow Tony down the hallway. He leads you to your room where you get settled in, unpacking your clothes and putting away your things. Laying in the bed, you take a big nap which is needed. You feel as if you let out a breath you’ve been holding for days. The idea of being away from your ex finally settles in and you feel the wave of relief wash over your body, letting you drift away into sleep.

You’re woken up by Tony letting you know dinner is being served. He lets you know that you’re not being expected to come out and eat with everyone, which you appreciate. Ten minutes later, he comes by your room and slips a plate of food in your room as he opens the door, letting you eat alone.

Tony returns to the living room by the other Avengers eating and gathered around the couch. He takes his plate and sits next to Pepper who has her own food, smiling at him as he joins.

“So, your sister?” Sam asks.

“Don’t even think about it. She is not to date any of you.”

“Woah, I didn’t say that,” Sam laughs.

“But we know what you meant,” Steve chuckles, rolling his eyes, “She seems shy.”

“She is. You probably won’t get a lot out of her.”

“Can I ask why she’s staying her?”

“No.”

Steve shares a look with Bucky. The elevator door opens and Peter walks into the living room.

“You guys started dinner without me?” He asks, jokingly.

“Early birds get the worm,” Steve laughs.

The group chuckles and keeps eating their food.

“Is Y/N a new Avenger?” Steve asks.

Tony sighs and rolls his eyes at the question. Everyone notices the annoyance in Tony with talking about you and collectively decide to stop asking questions. It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk about you much.

“No, she’s not.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Peter asks.

“I’ll fill you in later,” Nat replies.

The day goes by fast and you find yourself staring out at New York in the moonlight. You have always enjoyed the night time. They say New York is the city that never sleeps, but you’ve always found peace and warmth in the New York night. Everyone goes out to party or to bed. It’s a time of joy and relaxment.

You hear the last door shut for the night, signally everyone going to bed. Looking outside of your door, you don’t spot anyone so you sprint outside to the kitchen with your empty dinner plate. Upon entering it, you search the walls for the light switch for about five minutes. There’s no other light than that except for the over. You finally find it and switch it on. As you turn around, you’re startled by the frightening black haired man standing there.

Scared, you drop your plate, shattering it on the tile floor. Your eyes go wide as you start to back up against the wall. Without saying anything, the man takes a step forward, scaring you half to death. Your mind plays tricks on you and all you can think about is your ex breaking into your home. You start to have a panic attack, sliding down against the wall, and curling up into a ball.

You miss the way Loki’s eyes go wide. He watches you descend into an anxiety attack and doesn’t know what to do, knowing he’s who caused it. Quickly, he rushes down the hallways and bangs on Tony’s doors.

“What do you want, Reindeer Games?” He groans.

“Your sister…”

Tony doesn’t wait for another word for following Loki down the corridor. He spots you panicking in the corner of the kitchen and grabs you, lifting you into his lap. You grab onto his neck and pull him close, crying into him. He lifts you up and carries you off to your room without saying a word to Loki, leaving him standing in the kitchen agape.

Not knowing what to do and unable to relax, Loki makes his way to his room and opens up an old laptop Thor had gotten him. After spending thirty minutes just to figure out how to work it, he starts googling things about you. He starts with your name and finds multiple articles on you and Tony, the Stark Industry Golden Children. You left when you were eighteen, wanting to make your own life and not follow in the family’s footsteps. He gives you credit for being yourself, something he had struggled with. He knows the feeling, not wanting to be your family.

Then a certain website catches his eye, Facebook. He finds a profile of you filled with photos and text. There are some of you with friends in the town, a couple of old coworkers wishing you a happy birthday, then there’s a photo of you with a man. There are no other photos of you with him other than this one a couple months ago. He keeps scrolling to find more photos of you with him, but they all stop after that first one. Clicking on something tagged in the caption, another profile pops up.

Y/E/N’s profile. Filled with photos of drunk nights at the club, shirtless gym time, and quotes from misogynistic authors, Loki finds himself despising this man he does not know. He scrolls through finding very little of you in his account, as if you don’t matter as much to him as he does to you. Closing his computer, Loki decided to go check on you. He’s frustrated by whoever this man is, not knowing whether he’s important or not.

Loki peeks into your room to see Tony laying next to you, brushing through your hair with his fingers. Tony looks up and meets him in the eyes. There’s slight anger, but Loki doesn’t feel pushed away. He takes a step in before Tony leans into your ear and whispers. You look up and over to Loki, but you don’t ask him to leave. Loki continues to walk into your bedroom quietly, but with a small gentle smile on his face.

“I’m sorry for scaring you earlier,” he says, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. Thanks,” you mutter.

Your voice is small and timid like a mouse. He can hear the hesitation in your voice, not knowing whether he should talk to you or not.

“Are… you okay?”

“Yes.”

Another awkward pregnant pause erupts between the two of you. Loki looks around your room as Tony continues to hold you. He whispers into your ear again before leaving.

“I’m going to go back to my room,” he says, “call me if you need me okay?”

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Of course, anything for my little sister.”

He kisses your forehead and heads out of your room, leaving you and Loki alone. You don’t mind his presence anymore. After Tony tells you that Loki isn’t your ex and you’re okay, you’ve accepted him.

“I have to ask… who is that man on Facebook?”

Loki gives you a quizzical look. You think for a moment about how Loki got on Facebook and what guy he’s talking about.

“His name is Y/E/N.”

Your body clenches at the sound of his name and Loki takes a step back, looking at you. He’s never seen anyone physically close up just from a name. It may be some Midgardians thing he doesn’t understand, but the way that you are shaking, he thinks otherwise. He sits down next to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders. You lean into his touch as you attempt to calm down.

He’s not here. I’m safe. He’s not here. I’m safe.

You keep repeating that in your head, reminding yourself that you’re safe in the tower like Tony said. Looking up at Loki, you see his concerned face. He cares. This man you barely know cares about you.

He’s not him. He’s not him. He’s not him.

“I don’t think I properly introduced myself. I’m being quite an ass asking you these questions without manners. I’m Loki.”

Loki, not Y/E/N. He’s not him. He’s not him.

“Well, L-Loki,” you say with a stutter, “He’s uh… my ex. Ex boyfriend.”

“Ah.”

He nods as he takes in the information at hand. Your ex, who makes you quiver in fear even over people who have done nothing to her, has no photos of you. He shares his lavish lifestyle that most would presume belongs to a single man. Loki looks back at your depressed ridden face. The color in your skin has drained from you and you’re staring blank cold at the wooden floors under your bed. Loki places a hand on your neck to move your hair and give you a light massage, but you flinch away from him before he is able.

Loki’s never seen so much fear and worry in someone’s eyes before. You jerk away from him muttering yourself, as if it were taking everything in you to not scream. He looks over you to see bruises along your neck where your hair had moved from when you moved. A wave of anger runs through his body, infuriating him. He did that to you. That’s why you’re so afraid of him.

“Did he-”

“Yes.”

Loki rises from your bed and clenches his fists. You see the anger pouring from him and rush to his side before he can storm off. You grab his arms and force him to look at you.

“Please, don’t… don’t do anything.”

“Why shouldn’t I? No man should ever do that to a woman, especially you.”

“Just let it be.”

He releases his fist but the fury in his eyes doesn't. You pull him towards you to make him sit again. Moving in closer, you lean into him. Loki wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. The two of you lay down in your bed, you curled up on him as he held you, running his fingers in your hair.

For some reason, Loki feels as if he has to protect you. The way you ball up gives him this sense of innocence about you. You haven’t done anything to deserve those injuries, just live your life and try to find love. Loki always knew there was a good reason to hate Midgardians, not just for their stupidity and now he’s found it.

The two of you fall asleep without realizing it. The light from the sun peaking in the windows wakes you. Stirring in bed, you look up to see Loki under you, his arms holding you against him by your waist. You're cradled into his chest as his chin barely rests on the top of your head. Loki’s eyes flutter open at the feeling of you moving on top of him. He looks down at you and smiles.

The way the light shines on your face makes you look angelic. Your smile warms his heart and the warmth of your body against him makes his heart jump. You turn over to face him, leaning up on your shoulders over his head.

“Hi.”

“Hello, darling.”

“You slept here.”

“Both of us did, actually,” he laughs.

You drop your head laughing. Loki’s sweet laugh fills the room and blesses your ears. He’s not too bad to be around. He’s quite kind and sweet.

“Thank you for last night.”

“For what? If I remember correctly, I gave you a panic attack.”

“I mean the way you calmed me down and held me. It was needed.”

“Well, I’m glad I could do that for you.”

Loki means it when he says it. Looking at you now, there’s not much he wouldn’t do for you. You don’t deserve what the world gives you, especially that asshole Y/E/N. He would hold you for the rest of time if that meant keeping you safe.

You won’t lie either when you tell Loki he makes you feel safe. Every day before he sneaks off to his room so the others don’t know he spends the night with you, you tell him that he makes you safe. He never believes you. He’s shocked that anyone could feel safe with a monster like him, but after all to you, Loki is not him.

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Misunderstanding

Marvel - A Bucky Barnes Imagine

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, 1.1K Words

A misunderstanding causes a rift in your relationship.

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Six hours.

It had been six hours since you had last seen Bucky Barnes. Considering you had lived together for the past few months, it felt like a long time.

He had walked right out the front door without looking back, and you were not sure he was ever going to come home.

You didn't even know what you did. That was the worst part. Somehow, it was all your fault that he was gone, but you didn't even know why. You had created every imaginable situation in your head, stressed yourself to several breakdowns, and yet, you were still clueless.

The thing about Bucky was he was not a man of many words, so when he came storming through the house, it had shocked you more than anything. To your surprise, he had blamed you for the cause of his reaction.

He never answered his stupid old phone.

The house was eerily quiet. It was like your world had shifted from full color to black and white.

You wiped away the tears with the back of your hand, probably for the millionth time. Was it even worth it to cry over?

Yes, absolutely. You loved Bucky with all your heart. All you wanted was him. You wanted to walk through the front door and explain what happened. If he wanted to break up after that, it would be easier to handle then this. What could you have possibly done to cause such a brash reaction from a relatively collected man?

It had to be close to midnight. You had been drifting in and out of a terrible sleep. It felt like you hadn't slept in days.

Bucky's t-shirt was the only thing that brought you comfort.

The opening of the front door had you jolting awake in a panic. You hated being alone in the house.

You clutched the blanket tightly as you heard the sound of boots on the hard wood. You were still half-asleep, but just as terrified.

When your bedroom door opened, you screamed. The lights flicked on and Bucky stood there looking very annoyed.

"Bucky, you scared the shit out of me," you groaned, clutching your head that throbbed from the harsh light.

"I can tell," he grumbled. He looked awful, but you imagined you looked the same. You were so very relieved to see him.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. It was obvious he wasn't there for you.

"I live here," he said, walking to the closet. "I just came to get some stuff."

You could feel your wounded heart shrivel painfully in your chest. Tears blurred your vision.

"Can you please tell me what I did?" you whispered, praying he heard you because you knew you wouldn't have the strength to say it again.

It was quiet except for the sound of clothes getting pulled off hangers and the sound of the dresser drawers opening.

Tears spilled onto your cheeks and you did not bother to brush them away this time.

He emerged finally, a duffle on his shoulder. "I overheard you talking."

"You what?" your voice cracked, and you sniffled.

"On the phone, with your friend."

You furrowed your brows, thinking back.

"Yeah, when he says 'what if I'm a bad guy not a hero' or whatever. So stupid," you giggled, trying to pull the silly movie quotes from your head.

"There's one in the in other movies where Bella says something about hurting Edward. I don't know, but I need Edward quotes," your friend whined on the phone. "Who would have thought a psychology class would make me analyze Twilight?"

"Stand-offish and possessive equals awkward and cringe-y. I have so many words to describe," you said, remembering the way you barely made it through the first movie. "There's the one about the 'I'm designed to kill' you know what I'm talking about?"

"That's a good one. Thanks for the help. We should totally rewatch these movies after this."

"James Buchanan Barnes," you groaned. You didn't even know he had been listening to your conversation. You definitely understood how it sounded like you were talking about him. "Did you really think I would talk about you like that? You should have asked me for an explanation before you stormed off."

Bucky dropped his bag, and moved to the bed.

"I was talking about a movie, Bucky. A stupid movie, that was all. I can't believe-" you shook your head. All of this time. What did that say about his trust in you?

"I'm sorry," Bucky said slowly. "I guess I was looking for a reason for it to be too good to be true."

"I was just - I was doing everything I could to show you how much I loved and cared about you. I can't believe you would think I would talk about you like that. I thought you knew how much I adored you." You rubbed your eyes that burned from crying so much.

"I shouldn't have assumed," he said, finally looking at you. You caught a glimpse of his sad, stormy eyes, full of insecurities and vulnerabilities.

"Mistakes happen," you whispered. "I would never, ever talk badly about you. I love you."

You scooted closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around you. He put his face in your neck, releasing a shaky breath. This had really taken a toll on him.

You threaded your fingers through his hair.

"I understand if you hate me," he said, pulling back, and tugging you between his thighs.

"I could never. I love you," you repeated.

"I love you," he said back finally. "I missed you. I won't leave without talking to you again." He tightened his grip, squishing you to his chest.

"Good," you smiled slightly. You were glad to get this cleared up, but it was still so ridiculous.

"Go ahead and laugh," Bucky huffed, a crooked smile of his own just barely breaking through.

You released the giggle you had been holding in. "I'm going to make you watch the movie so you can see how ridiculous this was."

"I do feel like an idiot. I've wasted the day I could have spent with you," he admitted, running a hand along your face.

"Everybody has insecurities and doubts. These things happen." You nuzzled his hand.

You thought you'd be more hurt, but you were so relieved to have him hear you out, to have him here with you.

"So understanding and sweet," he mumbled, bending his head and brushing his lips with yours. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life. I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for your love."

Your heart swelled with his sweet confession. "You're my everything, Bucky. I was so scared of being without you."

He rubbed your back, kissing your forehead with a content sigh, "You'll never be without me. I promise to do better."

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A/N: I was listening to a sad playlist and then this happened. Soft insecure Bucky 🥺 no but figuring out where you stand in a relationship is hard work and things happened. It was hard to find something that could cause a serious issue and I think this worked out pretty well. Poor Buck doesn't know twilight - but I bet Sam Wilson does 😭

What did you think? I'd love to know.

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All Bets Are Off ~ YJG & LMH [Request]

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WORD COUNT:3.3.k

PAIRING: Jeongin x Fem!Reader x Minho

GENRE: Angst, fluffy ending, swearing

A/N: I hope you like this, I sort of went for a different way of writing it so I hope you like it and understand it 

"Did you hear about Jeongin?" You looked up from the makeup palette you were using to see some of the other stylists all crowding around one another as they spoke in hushed tones, the mention of his name sent shivers down your spine. It was as if someone had just taken a cup of freezing cold water and poured it down your back bringing you into a harsh reality that was the real world,

"I wouldn't worry too much," Sana spoke softly as she noticed the worried look spreading across your face, after working with you for almost all of her career she was able to read you like a book, she knew every look you gave meant something and this was a worried one. The simple mention of Jeongin's name made you want to burst into tears at any given moment but you couldn't, you couldn't let on that what they were gossiping about was about you and Jeongin not only was it embarrassing but it would also lead you to get fired on the spot. 

"There's always some kind of gossip, but it's nothing." She reminded you as she placed her hand on top of yours, running her smooth pale skin to try and calm you down but nothing was working. Your skin was starting to feel clammy as you heard the gossip getting louder and louder, normally the gossiping would go over your head but this time you knew it was going to be about you and Jeongin. The more they spoke the harder your heart began to beat against your chest, so hard it felt as though it was going to spring out of your chest as you slowly placed down the brush you had been using on Sana's face, 

"I heard it was a stylist," One of them giggled before looking around the room, none of them had any idea what was truly going on. They only knew what they had heard and even that wasn't the full truth, the only people who knew the truth were you, Jeongin, Sana, Nayeon and Minho and the boys Jeongin had created this whole thing with, you didn’t want the entire JYP Entertainment company knowing the in’s and out’s of your personal life, 

"Do you want to go and get some air?" Nayeon questioned as she noticed how faint you began to look, there were beads of sweat beginning to collect on your forehead and all you could do was nod your head in answer to her. Both her and Sana got up before taking you out of the room and headed towards the quiet room so you could take a minute to yourself. 

Breathing heavily you tried not to look out of the glass walls of the quiet room instead you were trying to focus on Nayeon and Sana as they tried to calm you down,

"You need to forget about them, they don't know it's you." Nayeon reminded you as she cupped your face in her hands, running her small fingers under your eyes to remove the tears that you hadn't even noticed had begun running down your cheeks. 

"It's not even that big of a deal, it'll blow over soon," Sana reminded you but you weren't listening to them now, your eyes were locked onto Jeongin as he came down the hall out of one of the studios. The boys were standing with him laughing about something, all you could think about was them laughing at you even if it wasn't what they were doing. They were lost in conversation with one another but as soon as Jeongin saw you staring at him he froze in place, this was the first time he'd seen you around the building in months. He figured you'd quit but seeing you there brought back all of the emotions he had for you, another pair of eyes made their way to yours as he saw you sitting with the girls. Minho. As soon as you saw him it was like a wave of relief washed over your body and the panic you had been feeling about Jeongin suddenly disappeared from your mind as Minho gave you a small reassuring smile. Jeongin frowned as he saw you staring behind him, he glanced over his shoulder to his Hyung as he scoffed, storming off in the direction he was going originally. The girls had been hiding you whenever Jeongin came around asking to speak to you, there was no way you were ever going to be able to face him or even speak to him after what he did to you what he put you through for the last year of your life. All of the times you spent together came crashing back into you like a wave hitting the sand, even if Minho was by your side nothing could stop you from feeling the hurt you experienced with Jeongin and every time you looked at the young Maknae it hit you over and over again.

Things between you and Jeongin had been going great, you were dating in secrecy since it was in your contract that you weren't allowed to date any of the idols that worked for JYP Entertainment and you had signed and agreed to that. Dating wasn't a problem since you seemed to get along with all of the idols really well, Stray Kids treated you like a sister as did the members of Itzy and Twice since you worked with them the most. 

"Hey, are we still meeting at the dorms?" Jeongin whispered in your ear as he ran his hands up and down your side, you let out a shaky breath as you nodded at his question, Jeongin was the only one that didn't treat you like a sister since you guys were together.

"It'll be just the two of us, Channie-Hyung is working late and the boys have agreed to let me have the place to myself," He placed a quick kiss on your shoulder before moving away from you, going to sit down on the sofa that was inside the styling room you were working in. You were currently practising some of the hairstyles for Twice on a mannequin head so you could make sure you had it perfect when it came to doing live shows. 

"You're doing great, you've been getting better ever since you got here." That was Jeongin for you, always trying to make sure you felt confident in everything that you were doing in the company. You were an apprentice stylist getting paid below the minimum to train there while working alongside some of the greatest idols and stylists in the business,

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend." You rolled your eyes at him as you continued to pin some of the curls onto the head of the doll and then spraying it with some glitter hairspray before stepping back to look at it from behind. 

"I would tell you if it looked bad, you know I would." He pressed his lips against your ear as you let out another shaky breath, he knew what all of his small touches and kisses did to you but he never acted on any of them. It was all part of the game for him, he was just going along with the game he and some of the boys had arranged with one another and so far you were falling into the trap. The two of you had been together for almost a year now which meant it was time for all of this to come undone soon but as the date drew nearer Jeongin couldn't help but want to postpone the day and tell the boys that the bet was off. That he couldn't break up with you because he was starting to fall in love with you for real but he knew they would laugh at him, and joke about it. The bet was to see who could date you the fastest and break up with you within a year, Jeongin won the dating side and decided he was going to make it a painful breakup until he got to know you. The more he got to know you over the past year the more he began to realise how much of an awful person he was for making this game with you, you had human emotions you weren't just some toy for him and the boys to play with whenever they got bored but it was too late now, he was too far into the "relationship" to tell you what it really was and he didn't want the boys to laugh at him and call him whipped over someone he barely knew but he knew you. He felt he knew you well enough to fall in love with you and what did it matter if it was all some kind of joke, to begin with? It wasn't as if you had to know the details, he could just tell the boys it was off and that would be it, you'd never have to know about it or the money that was included in the bet.

"Everything okay Innie?" You questioned as you glanced over at him, his face was pale as he stared down at your feet clearly he was thinking hard about something since he hadn't heard what you asked him. Waving your hand in front of his face you waited for him to snap out of the daydream but when he did he jumped up from the seat, 

"I need to go and talk the boys," He stuttered out nervously as he looked at you, smiling at you as he leant forward to give you a quick kiss in the empty styling room only for you to playfully hit him with a brush, 

"Go before you get us caught," You hissed at him, giggling as you watched him running away from you and down the hall, the giggle you let out filled him with hope as he raced to find the boys hoping they hadn't left already. 

As you were leaving the building you walked by one of the studios when you heard Jeongin's voice sounding strained as he spoke back and forth with someone, you knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but when you heard your name you wanted to see what it was all about.

"Look, it wasn't our idea to make her fall in love with you, all you had to do was date her," Felix said as he looked at a worried-looking Jeongin, he'd come to the boys for advice, telling them that the bet was off but they claimed there wasn't just a way out of it since they'd all put money down into it. 

"You can't tell me you're starting to have real feelings for her," You heard Seungmin laugh loudly as he spoke to Jeongin, Jeongin added an awkward laugh as he began to scratch the back of his neck playing it off as though he was playing a trick on the boys.

"No! Of course, not. I was joking, I'm going to do it tonight." He laughed looking between Felix and Seungmin as he tried not to seem as bothered about this as he was. The bet was between the three of them, they didn't want the older boys getting involved since they got along with you the boys, Chan looked out for you like you were his twin sister and Seungmin knew damn well how Minho felt about you. Minho had been in love with you since you started working for JYP, he'd never been able to keep his eyes off you but the two of you were nothing more than friends.

"Besides, she's just a stylist you need someone better than that." As soon as Felix said that you felt your heart clench as you thought about what they were talking about and that was when you heard it, 

"₩700,000, is a lot of money Jeongin and it's all yours. All you have to do is break up with her before the end of the week," The way Seungmin spoke so apathetically made you shiver, normally they were the sweetest guys in the group but hearing this only made you want to throw up. 

"You decided to get in on this, we didn't force you to ask Y/n out, you did it and now you have to dump her before the time is up," Felix said smugly as he turned to leave the room, you gasped as you darted out in the other direction sliding yourself into a different studio as tears rolled down your cheeks. 

"Y/n?!" Minho asked in a panicked tone as soon as he saw you crying, he dropped what he was doing and walked over to you placing his hand on your arm but you flinched away from him.

"Y-You can give it up! I know you're all in on it right?!" You choked out a sob as you wiped your face, moving away from the door and from Minho as you shook your head. 

"You think just because I'm not some famous Idol that I don't have feelings?!" Minho stepped away as you yelled out at him, he'd never heard you raise your voice to anyone before and now you were crying and screaming about feelings.

"What are you talking about?" He tried to steady you but you weren't having any of it, 

"You can quit pretending, I know Jeongin only asked me out because you all bet he could dump me within a year. I get it. I'm the joke," But the look on Minho's face read that he had no idea what you were talking about but that he was angry about it, his face was getting redder by the second. 

"They did what?" You stopped sniffling as you turned to look up at him wondering why he hadn't known about the bet but he heard laughter coming from down the hall and he stormed out of the studio you were standing in. 

"Jeongin!" His voice boomed and it almost sounded as deep as Felix's did as the Maknae froze in place, turning to look at you and Minho. Your eyes were bloodshot as you continued to silently cry into a tissue, 

"Everything okay, babe?" Minho put his hand on Jeongin's chest to stop him from coming any closer to you, he didn't want Jeongin to be near you in this state. 

"Don't call her babe, don't pretend that this is real when she's just heard you betting money on who could date her and dump her!" Jeongin flinched, he'd seen Minho angry before but never this level of anger and he didn't like this side of his Hyung. 

"Are you stupid? Incredibly sensitive or just a complete and utter idiot?!" Felix and Seungmin came out of the room they had been standing in to see what was going on outside when they saw Jeongin, his body was slumped down as he stared at the floor not looking at either you or Minho as he yelled at him. 

"Answer the question!" Minho demanded, his anger boiling up even more at the thought of someone hurting you emotionally or physically. 

"I- I wasn't thinking when I agreed to it," Jeongin mumbled as he still couldn't look up,

"Please! Minho is only angry because he's in love with Y/n." Seungmin spat out making you tense up as Minho turned to him next, 

"You know what, yeah I am but that doesn't mean that you get to toy around with someone's emotions! Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?!" Sana and Nayeon came out of their dressing rooms when they heard the yelling, they took one look at you before dragging you into a friendly embrace while Minho continued to get into a heated argument with Jeongin about what he had done. 

"We were bored," Seungmin mumbled, rolling his head back against the wall as if he didn't care what he had done, 

"You were bored?" Minho scoffed, running his tongue along his teeth as he shook his head, 

"I'm bored sometimes but you don't see me going around and betting money on people's feelings...You make me sick, give me one good reason I shouldn't tell Chan what you've done!?" Jeongin's eyes locked with yours and then to Minho as panic ran through his body,

"Because I'm in love with her, for real...I love her and I...I wanted to call this whole thing off but the boys weren't going to let me," He explained but you didn't look up from Nayeon's arms, you felt nothing when he said he loved you. 

"You should have thought about that before you got into this mess," Minho snapped, watching as Felix and Seungmin walked over to you, apologising before leaving without another word to one another.

"Y/n I'm sorry...I just-" You slapped Jeongin across the cheek as he tried to speak to you, you knew that violence was never the answer but right now it was what he deserved for ripping your heart out and stamping it into the ground. 

"Do you think you can forgive me?" You stared into his eyes as you watched tears roll down his face, you searched them for any sign of sincerity that he meant that he was sorry and you knew he was but it didn't mean you could accept this. 

"No. I can't...Maybe if you had told me about it instead of laughing behind my back things would have been different but now?" You looked him up and down before sniffling, 

"Now I can't even look at you," You whispered turning into a sob as you walked away with Sana and Nayeon to find a girls bathroom where you could clean yourself up for the night.

"Hey," Minho whispered as he replaced Nayeon and Sana in the quiet room, the two of them going off to change before heading home. 

"Hi," You whispered back to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you tried to come down from the small panicky feeling you had experienced. Minho placed his hand over yours, locking your fingers together as you both sat down on the stools in the room. 

"It'll get easier to look at him, I promise." He whispered to you as he traced small patterns into your hand with his fingertips, just having him this close to you made you feel so much better. The two of you had been dating for a month, deciding to try it out together and it was working. 

"I don't know how you do it," You laughed sarcastically as you looked up at Minho through your lashes, he and Jeongin had gone back to acting as though nothing had happened, in fact, the whole of the Maknae line were pretending it never happened and the money was never spoken about again. That was of course after Jeongin tried to give it to you as an apology but you told him you wanted nothing to do with that part of your life anymore.

"I can tell how sorry he is, it doesn't mean I forgive him for hurting you it just means I'm capable of letting it pass but if he hurts you again I'll break his knees," You laughed at him and shook your head at him, 

"No, you won't. He's your friend, you should go though." You nudged him as you noticed the boys manager staring at you through the glass walls of the quiet room, 

"I'll make it up to you, your place tonight?" He questioned as if there was any other place you would go together. The two of you would always hang out at your apartment since you didn't have the bravery to head to the dorms just yet. 

"Yeah, bring food." You ordered as he walked out of the door, sending you a playful wink as he walked away from you.

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