#he'd make a terrible first impression

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

I have this perfect mental image of Stiles carrying Eli into daycare in a crumpled suit with spit-up on the jacket. And when they ask Stiles for his ID so they can make a copy for the file (because he's one of Eli’s approved pick-up people, obviously) and he didn't bring in his driver's license because trying to get a 6 month old out of the house, into the car, and then out of the car on a time limit is hard, okay? So he pulls out his fucking FBI badge since it's technically a government issued ID and the poor worker having to call the manager to make sure that's a valid for of ID.

[dreamsteddie]

One of my favorite flavors of Rockstar Eddie and Normal Guy Steve is when Steve not only doesn't care who Eddie is, but actually thinks his music is terrible and is Not Impressed with him at all.

Robin and the kids drag him to a festival where Corroded Coffin is headlining and they have an ok time, Steve is mostly focused on making sure no one gets dehydrated or roofied but he enjoys some of the opening acts before the heavier shit starts.

But then the more metal/alternative stuff starts and more people are crowding around the main stage and the whole thing irritates him and makes his head start to throb but he's keeping it together. Finally, the main act is set to take the stage and Steve can push through one more hour before corralling everyone to the food stalls one last time and heading home so he doesn't have to stop on the way to feed the gremlins, or worse, take them to his place and be forced to provide sustenance.

Only, Corroded Coffin is 30 minutes late to the stage which sets Steve's teeth on edge from the get-go. Then they come on and they are so loud and the main guy whose name he doesn't know (it's Eddie) is drenched in sweat in 5 minutes and looks like a drowned rat with tattoos. Steve has no idea what they're saying and he's reached his limit so he knows he must be glaring up at them and is the infuriating guy in the front of the crowd with his arms crossed not dancing.

Finally, the show ends after two encores making it well past 1:00 AM. The kids and Robin are buzzing, so he can't be too mad, but he's ready to get something to eat and drive them all home. Technically there's two days of the festival, but they only had enough money to shell out for the first day.

It's when they're in line for food that Eddie seeks out Steve. Usually people standing in front and not moving is a surefire way to piss Eddie the fuck off, but this guy was so pretty and looked so sweet looking at his friends next to him he was instantly smitten.

He walks over with a kind of jackass rockstar swagger that immediately sets Steve off. He smells like sweat and his hair is a huge frizzy mess and he says "Hey sweetheart, why don't you let me buy you something?"

Steve just gives him an unimpressed look while the party is in various states of shock, crosses his arms, and says "Only if you want to pay for all these shitheads too. They're like a pack of feral chipmunks and I'm not looking forward to paying their bill."

This is not at all the response Eddie expects. He's famous! He's used to people getting flustered and tripping over themselves to be in his orbit! Sue him! But he's immediately charmed and agrees to pay for everyone and ends up coming with them to eat around Steve's car, entertaining the kids when he'd rather lean up on the side of Steve Robin hasn't already claimed for herself.

By the end of the night Eddie is convinced Steve is the one for him, the man of his dreams and is determined to woo him. He asks for Steve's number which Steve agrees to give, but promises Eddie he won't be easy to please.

Eddie is more than up for the challenge.

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A sort of part two has been created 😊

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

I know we're all less than thrilled that Sylus keeps calling MC "bestie" and "friend" but maybe we can choose to look at it as yet another instance of Sylus being a King of Consent? I'm sure he'd love nothing more than to openly call her his beloved, his girlfriend, his wife, his soulmate etc. but perhaps he doesn't want to be the one to make that first official declaration or label on their relationship. B/c remember nothing matters more to him than MCs consent, or her freedom of will and choice. After the terrible first impression he made on her, Sylus has always made sure to let her set the pace for their relationship. Once MC starts referring to him as her boyfriend and he feels that he has been given the green light, I'm sure the words "my girlfriend" and "my lover" won't stop leaving his mouth ☺️❤️

[jade-len]

Tired, 39 year old Shen Yuan is constantly nagged by his parents about giving them grandchildren. At a certain point, they were done with begging for him to marry a nice lady and just skipped to pleading for grandkids.

While the idea of having a child does make his heart yearn in a way that will definitely be dangerous if thought about for too long, he just doesn't have the time! No way! And what kind of father would he be, secretly reading cheesy, terrible webnovels in his free time? Which, mind you, is rare nowadays. He'd like to spend that valuable time getting rest via napping, thank you very much.

So what if Shen Yuan's heart swells when he sees his students run up to their parents with adorable, toothy grins? So what if he treats his class like they're his own children from time to time, spoiling them silly and proudly wearing the badge of "Best Teacher!" every year? So what if he wants a child to call his own!?

To love and care for a child, Shen Yuan has accepted that it would simply be a privilege he'll never experience.

...Think, think! Don't get so mopey now, Shen Yuan! Try to outweigh the baby fever with the pessimism you (slightly) obtained from your mean older brother!

How about this: There'll be no time for himself, none at all! Just more and more work. Come home from his job, dealing with a bunch of rowdy kids to find your own permanent little monster running around the house! At least he's getting paid for the first one!?

Shen Yuan had seen those videos and posts of kids accidentally exposing their parents embarrassing tendencies. Knowing him, his hypothetical child would have piles upon piles of blackmail on the Shen family's youngest son! Leave this old man alone, alright? Non-existent dumpling, theoretical baobei, please don't be so careless with your father's reputation...

(It would be careless too, to become a gaping hole in the heart of his child. Wouldn't it be selfish to have one, only to die a few years later?)

Over a decade ago, believe it or not, this esteemed Mr. Shen had gone by the shameless persona of "Peerless Cucumber" on the internet. He'd been an infamous anti-fan of the male power fantasy stallion web-novel series, Proud Immortal Demon Way and would leave scalding essay-length comments and posts ranting about its terrible plot point and flaming the author for his awful characterization and overall writing. That era of his life was when he actually had the time to stare into the digital sea of texts and write entire documentaries as replies for twelve hours straight. Fortunately or unfortunately, Shen Yuan doesn't have the same luxury as of now.

Despite the constant hate spewing from his younger self, present-day Shen Yuan is honestly very impressed by the constant thousand word updates every day. Honestly, looking back, how did that man accomplish that? Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky, dear author, are your hands okay? Youthful Shen Yuan's hands cramped all too much from simply typing up angry comments, now imagine PIDW's author??

Aaah, yes, the former hater Peerless Cucumber had long forgotten about PIDW. The author mysteriously disappeared one day, leaving Luo Binghe out on his own for more wives to dual cultivate with as Shen Yuan had realized his passion for literature (and critique!).

With a newfound, realized passion in his heart, Shen Yuan went off to actually pursue the college education his parents had very lovingly saved (and were ecstatic he was actually using) and became a literature teacher! NEET 21 year old Shen Yuan would be quite astonished to see this dignified Mr. Shen now, yes, very much so indeed.

Now, Shen Yuan.. doesn't quite remember PIDW all too well. He begrudgingly admits that it holds a dear and special place in his heart, but in all honesty, Shen Yuan can remember merely a handful of the wives and plot points. Ah, this is what happens when you actually get a life, interesting! Clap it up!

The most Shen Yuan remembers is the stallion novel character, Luo Binghe. His favorite, and - he really can’t stress this enough - an absolutely wasted potential of a character. Shen Yuan may be an older and wiser man who doesn't waste constant time on the internet like before, but that only means he actually has a degree to be critic. Serves all of those self-righteous, questioning commenters right from all those years ago! Look at him now!

Importantly however, Shen Yuan also remembers just how badly he wanted to coddle the protagonist, blackening or not, pre-abyss, post-abyss, even as a demonic tyrannic emperor! Can you believe that none of Luo Binghe's wives wanted to squeeze his cheeks and kiss his forehead!? Master Airplane, throw in some fluff, will you? Spare the poor boy from all of these succubi (metaphorically and literally) and let him take a nap! Ahhh, who really cares if Luo Binghe has a kingdom he needs to take over? Throw a blanket on him! Cranky, old Mr. Shen knows the feeling of being terribly overworked, so imagine how the protagonist feels!? Shen Yuan nods his head approvingly at the thought.

All of those mistresses flocking over to Luo Binghe... If Shen Yuan were his guardian, he would kick them all out without a second thought in place of good family bonding time.

Women, power, sex... really, what's needed is a loving father who'll coddle and take care of Binghe when no one else can!

So, Shen Yuan guesses he shouldn't be surprised when he wakes up in the body of Tianlang-jun.

[echantedtoon]

Freeing Wings

Had this on my brain for a while but it's essentially Y/n getting married to Elder Fairy Cookie after Shadow Milk Cookie goes insane and too yandere for you. Might be ooc. Warnings for yandere themes, death mentioned, etc.

-The fall of your former lover had left a lasting impression on everyone that day. Not just him but the other four beasts too, which was why with you being so closely associated with one they'd of course turn on you too.

-No one understood what you went through. The trauma of knowing the once gentle man you married was the cause of so much misery and even death. The twisted way he'd look at you now. Not as an equal but a possession. A little doll he could put on a shelf and gaze at for display, play dress up, and make to play a part in some fantasy. A permanent play he had with him holding the reigns and you to be his unwilling star of the Twisted show. If you didn't....well you'd rather not think about the consequences.

-Being locked up for days on end, knowing he hurt other cookies if you didn't, cooperate with what he wanted, or worst of all he'd use those blasted strings of his and make you do what he wanted. Refused to dance with him? Strings. Tried to escape? Strings. You don't want to sit down and watch the play he wrote be acted out by unwilling cookies hypnotized in strings? More strings! You'd lost all hope of ever being able to be free until the Witches finally answered the prayers of hundreds of cookies and sent the divine forks and chains to punish the five.

-You had been spared, freed. Free to stand in the crowd and watch as the forks took route engaging the cookies and growing into the Silver Tree. As it grew, blue eyes bore into yours. The sounds of Shadow Milk's body slamming into the bars of his prison echoed loudly for everyone to hear. Arms restricted by glowing cuffs and chains R E A C H E D out of the bars as if they could reach the rapidly disappearing figure of yours. The air filtered the sounds of an long dying cry of a fallen deity ravaging it's sorrow of losing everything into rage, an unholy animalistic cry even in comprehendible to even Shadow Milk's own mind, deranged with the burning red rage and tunnel vision fighting for the touch of your flesh.

-It sent a cold chill in your viens and even Burning Spice in all of his own rage had stopped to stare wide eyed at the true beast his comrade had become as they were fully sealed away. However you weren't spared yet as a mob had seized you upon his sealing and carried you to be judged before the High Fairy King.

-The man was the most beautiful cookie you've ever seen with wings like stain glass and silver hair both seeming to catch the light. Silvery eyes stared down at your trembling form thrown literally at the ground before him. If you weren't surrounded by an angry mob scared out of your dough then you would've thought he was very pretty. "...Why did you bring this woman to me?" "My Lord, she's affiliated with the Beasts!" He seemed surprised raising a brow skeptically to you. "What has she done?" "She was Shadow Milk Cookie's lover!" His expression became sterner. "I can see that. WHAT has SHE done? Tell me what terrible crime she's committed to warrant punishment!"

-He gives a disgusted look at the crowd as no one says anything. "Disgraceful. All of you. Taking your anger out on the first cookie you can to lay blame and hurt to make yourselves feel better!" "But, Sire. She must've been conspiring with him-" "Then let me see proof of these allegations or bring eye witnesses who may testify to that!" A hand pointed to your obviously trembling form. "The witches had allowed her to walk free, otherwise she would've been sealed away with her lover. Does that not count for something?" The silence was deafening. "Shameful all of you. Hurting her won't fix anything, it'll only make the situation worse. Now begone. All of you!"

-You freeze as he kneels down giving you a pitiful look. "Are you alright, Miss?" You nodded. "I'm very sorry for that. Here." He offered you a hand. "Allow me to help you." You hesitated but allowed him to help you to your feet. "I think you'd better come with me. It's not safe for you outside right now and I have some questions of my own for you. I hope you don't mind answering them."

-Elder Fairy Cookie was kind, understanding, and attentive to you. Everything the Ex Fount of Knowledge was to you in the beginning which put you on edge for the longest time expecting the kind fairy to suddenly turn on you like he did, but he never did. He never pushed you allowing you to tell him things once you were ready, never down played what you went through, never forced anything really. "I'm very sorry for everything you had to endure..but you're not alone now. If you need help or an ear to listen you can ask anything of me."

-While most others looked at you in disdain and disgust he only ever remained neutral or offered you a polite smile. "Good morning, Lady Y/n. Did you sleep last night? You look tired." "Im sorry..I had a bad dream again." "I'm sorry. Come walk with me. I'll show you the flowers I just had planted in the garden." When you flinched away from him he'd only ever apologize and give you space. He respected your boundaries and offered you protection from the cookies whom still wished you harm. As the years went by things began to get easier. New generations of cookies began to hate you less and less as your involvement with Shadow Milk Cookie was slowly forgotten with the older generations.

-But that wasn't the only development. Others had noticed the way Elder Fairy Cookie had grown much more soft as you both spent time together. The way he'd smile and get lost in thought until someone nudged him. How his eyes got softer observing how you laughed with the young fairy children, cooing over a baby who's mother allowed you to hold when you asked. "I wonder if she'd be like that if we had children." He freezes up and blushes in embarrassment from what he just said but it's too late because now he keeps imagining what you'd look like in a wedding dress. How'd you sound calling him darling. Being surrounded by cute little baby doughs with little wings not ready to fly yet. He blushes in embarrassment every time.

-He doesn't want to burden you with his feelings despite being in love with you for years now. He doesn't know if you still harboured feelings for your Ex or if you didn't want to be with anyone else. After what you went through, he didn't blame you if you did feel that way. But with some encouragement from his fairies he finally decides to give it a chance. You were surprised by him showing up with a beautiful bouquet of flowers for you. "You may not know this..but I have been harboring feelings for you for the last three centuries. If you'll have me, I promise to love and cherish you for as long as our time on Earthbread allows us. I pledge to you my heart, life, and loyalty. Know that I will always protect you even if it means my dying breath."

-There a humming..a weird buzz in the air. The tension makes Shadow Milk Cookie stir his chains and turn his head up to the ceiling. He had been motionless for years, remaining sat unmoving like a statue in the darkness corner of his cell. But his chains make noise as they rattle with his stiff movements towards the nearest space between the bars. Straining his hearing to the max as someone whispers outside of his tree. "Master Shadow Milk Cookie." A familiar voice whispers. "I bring you some VERY interesting news...but you won't like what I have to say."

-Elder Fairy Cookie is summoned in the middle of the night as fairies and cookies alike hear the very muffled but still animalistic cries of Shadow Milk Cookie from within. "I know you hear me! If you think you've won then you haven't seen my encore! Your final performance is due to be your last! My Poppet may have cut her strings but they can always be tied back!! We'll see who my little song bird still loves once she's back where she belongs!!" It comes as a surprise considering how silent he had been for decades. Elder Fairy Cookie is surprised but still stoic. He won't hurt you again. Elder Fairy Cookie is determined to keep his word.

-The day of your wedding, the ceremony is held away from the tree. Shadow Milk Cookie shrieks and cries out but you don't hear him. Too busy cutting cake with your new husband in your beautiful wedding dress and smiling as he pushes your veil aside to kiss you knowing full well that your Ex would never get to experience this beautiful moment with you.

[matchpointrogers]

bucky barnes thunderbolts!era fwb in the watchtower hiding it from everyone :P

help me hold on to you ⏾⋆.˚

fwb thunderbolts! bucky x thunderbolts! reader

tw for smut! slight angsty bucky, mentions of torture/hydra kinda

the first time you had bucky barnes in your bed, his dog tags had dangled against your face, cool and metallic against your flushed skin, branding you as something akin to his. it wasn't soft, wasn't tender. it was all tongues and teeth, his hand resting gently around your throat, never gripping enough to remind him of the times he'd been there before. he used your pulse thrumming beneath his thumb as a reminder; you were alive, real, safe. before, before he was ever the winter soldier, before the thunderbolts, before mission after mission splintering his mind, back when he was just bucky, it had been different. he had this way about him, a cunning grin that you'd shamefully fawned over in photographs, and women had wanted to impress him. now, though, with his metal arm and the cold demeanor he couldn't seem to shake, women tended to avoid him. they saw him as a threat, or a challenge, never just bucky. that was, of course, until you came along.

you'd fallen into each other accidentally at first, brought together by something like inevitability. you never cowered from him; that was the first thing he noticed about you. next came the softness of your gaze, despite the hard exterior you'd been forced to keep up. then, the gentle brushes of your hands against his skin as you bandaged him up after missions. tension built, nights spent with lingering glances, secret touches surrounded by your team. he'd finally snapped when you returned from a mission 2 days later than planned, unharmed but shaken, refusing to talk to anyone but him about what you'd seen.

"it was awful," you told him, voice shaky, drink in your hand like a crutch, "i knew hydra was awful, of course i knew, but- bucky, i'm so sorry they did that to you," his brows furrowed, pinched together, "what do you mean? what did you see?" it all came spilling out then. graphic descriptions of the facility you and yelena had been sent to raid, empty but full of information that you needed, leftover from the avenger's efforts. the terrible things you'd seen, the ancient screens playing looped footage of bucky. him, bound to what appeared to be a surgical chair, screaming like his life depended on it. him, forced to kill over and over, until he was just a hollow shell of a man. him, begging for steve, for his mother, for anyone to come and save him. your heart had broken, over and over, more and more for this poor man, so accustomed to the torture. he'd taken it all with grace as if he was hearing about someone else and not a past version of himself.

he let you finish, let you get it all out, comforted you as if it wasn't his burden to bear. "i was built to withstand it," he said when you were finished, like it was so simple, "it doesn't make what they did alright, i understand that. but i'm okay, i mean that. i've come a long way, and there's no sense in you worrying, alright?" you wanted to argue, but he had that look in his eye you knew all too well, the one that told you his resolve wouldn't be slipping anytime soon. "yeah, okay," you nodded, finishing your drink with a sigh. "let me walk you up to your room," he stood, holding his arm out for you to take, "and you're sure you weren't hurt, right?" "i'm sure, bucky," you nodded, looping your arm through his, "thank you for checking on me,"

he walked you up as promised, his hand now settled against your back, light enough to prevent coming across as pushy, but firm enough to let you know he had you. you thought, as you walked, that bucky always had you. every mission, he laid his life down for any one of the team, but especially you. he went to such great lengths, every minute, to keep you safe. the idea of this man, this great man, who had been through so much, now devoting his life to protecting other people, was enough to have your eyes stinging with unshed tears by the time you reached your bedroom. "what is it?" he asked, the moment he detected the shining of your eyes, "are you hurt?" "no," you shook your head, a teary laugh escaping your lips, "i'm okay, buck. just- i'm just grateful. you've been through so much, i'm so grateful you're still here, that you're still so good," "oh, красивый," the word caused your brows to furrow, glancing at him curiously. "nothing," he shook his head like he was shaking off a ghost, "you're just very sweet,"

he lingered in your doorway, leaned against the wood, watching as you sat at the edge of your bed. "suits you," he gestured to the plush green bedspread, "i figured that was your favorite, ever since you made a fuss about picking that green flower when we were at the edge of the city," you looked up at him, brows knit, "you remember that?" "i remember everything," he said it as if it was obvious, as simple as breathing, because to him, it had been. you weren't sure how it happened after that. he'd closed the door behind him, stood between your legs, towering over you as he stroked the side of your face with his thumb, an expression that only told you he was holding himself back. "it's me," you murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft, "you can let go, bucky,"

that was all it had taken, the final chip in the iceberg. he kissed you with a fervor, like he was building a new home in your mouth, like he was going to consume you. you knew, distantly, he would. he was stern but gentle, holding you tight but never bruising. his name was on your lips like a prayer, like an absolution, the culmination of your deepest, untapped desire. you reveled in the cool steel of his dog tags, in the bite of his metal arm brushing against your thigh, holding your legs apart to make more room for his broad frame. he kept his eyes on you the entire time, giving you the privilege of watching him unfold, the black of his pupils eating up the blue of his eyes. his lips were bitten until they were red and swollen, his face relaxed for the first time since you'd met him.

"красивый," it fell from his lips again, quiet like he hadn't meant to say it, unable to hold it back when he watched you come undone beneath him. afterwards, you laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, your fingers trailing the planes of muscle. "what does it mean? красивый," you cringed at your awkward pronunciation, awaiting his explanation. he didn't give you one at first, just rolled over, pulled his clothes back on with a stifled yawn. he leaned down, pressed a kiss to your head. "don't think we should let the team know about this yet. i'm not trying to run out on you, but you know how they linger," you nodded, smiled hazily up at him, "yeah, it's alright," he paused in the doorway, looked back at you, "it means beautiful,"

everything after that was a blur. stolen kisses behind constantly revolving doors, hands held beneath tables, the brush of thighs when the team got together in the debriefing room. his scent started to linger on your pillow, never having time to fade out completely before he was laid back against it again, the smell of sandalwood and cinnamon, warm like the chai lattes you both liked to sip in the mornings, a rare luxury he allowed himself. the only other luxury he allowed was you, the nights spent curled alongside you in your bed, learning the slopes and planes of your body until he could feel them in the dark. he could recognize the bait of your breath, the soft repeating of his name, committed it to memory until you took up enough space to drown out the nightmares. he'd dreamed of war for so long it was all he knew, the screams, the pleas for him to stop. you were slowly pushing them out, replacing them with your pleas for more, for him to stay. he dreamed of you meeting steve, the three of you being the best of friends back in brooklyn. he dreamed most often of you just the way you were, fighting and uncrushable spirit, bright eyes and sure footed, unshakable determination to do the right thing.

he knew you'd been through things, knew your strengths had not always been an asset, but a curse. he recognized the familiar flinches on missions, the comfort you sought out in the strangest of places, the way you always felt safer when you were cold. he knew you, in some ways, better than he knew himself. he'd almost slipped up, many times, almost called you his girlfriend, his partner, something more than just a friend. he wasn't sure what you were, really, just that you were more himself than he was. he'd finally found something to come home to, another way to heal after all the pain, all the work he'd done. "steve would have loved you," he told you once, watching you draw the curtains closed in his bedroom, your presence filling his space with a light he hadn't felt in years, "would've told me you're too good for me, probably," he smiled when he said it, but the thought pained him, the concept of anyone wanting to take you away from him. "well, he would've been dead wrong," you grinned, dropping into bed beside him, curling up in his lap, "i would've hated to have to fight your friend,"

you were sure yelena knew. she hinted at it more and more, but never pressed, only joked that it was about time. you ignored her, but couldn't ignore the warmth in your chest at the thought of being known, the idea of getting to love bucky publicly. it terrified you, at first, the idea of loving him. but then it came as easy as breathing. he'd placed his dog tags around your neck one night, in a moment of desperate tenderness, entranced by watching them rest against your chest, your skin warming the metal. "they look better on you," he told you, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, "моя звезда," "bucky," you half laughed, half scolded, "no fair. you have to translate," "my star. my beautiful star, моя прекрасная звезда," you kissed him to keep from crying, muffling your moans with his lips when he pulled you into his lap, buried himself inside of you with a newly familiar ease. you kept the tags tucked beneath your shirt and gear, your fingers finding them each time you got overwhelmed or afraid. he was always there, a ghost around your neck, keeping you company no matter how far you went.

he called you to his room one night, months after that very first time, needing you in more ways than he could describe. the second you opened the door, he was on you, pushing it shut and pressing you against it, his lips on yours, hungry and warm. he had you on the bed in seconds, stripped of your clothes soon after, touching you like he'd die if he stopped. "beautiful," he mumbled, cradling the back of your head as he kissed you, sucking in a breath as he slid inside you. he had you beneath him, holding your face in one hand, his metal arm holding your leg up gently. "god, bucky," your eyes rolled back as he worked you the way only he knew how, having learned your body like nothing else, "oh, right there," he let his head fall forward, resting his forehead against yours, hovering just over your lips. "я тебя люблю," he whispered, breathless, "te iubesc, eu te amo, Ich liebe dich,Je vous aime," he had you coming undone before you could question it, his metal fingers cold against your clit, working circles onto it. "oh, god, yes," you gasped, clutching him tightly, trembling in his arms. he groaned as he came, your name on his lips in perfect repetition.

"what were you saying?" you asked, curled in his arms moments later, your chest still rising and falling rapidly, "what language was that?" "russian, romanian, porteguese, german, french," he muttered, running his fingers through your hair, "i know some japanese as well, some others. if you're interested," "just want to know what you said," you rolled your eyes with no real malice, "in english, please," "maybe you should learn russian, smart girl," he teased, tickling your side lightly, "i'll even say it slow for you," "i'll just google it," you huffed, rolling over to reach for your phone. he moved to stop you, a shining look of fear in his eyes, "wait-" you'd already typed in a butchered version of the romanian version, your eyes darting from the phone screen to bucky's conflicted expression. "bucky, this- it says i love you, so i'm sure i spelled it wrong-" "i love you," it fell from his lips like an admission of guilt, "in all of the languages i know, i love you. but this is the only one you can understand, so it's the only one that matters. i love you,"

"oh my god," you dropped your phone onto the bed, your eyes welling with tears, "you-" "it's been a long time since i was sure of anything. i learned to second guess everyone, everything, but you? you're- god, you're this shining beacon, this impossible way to move on, this hope. you're you, you're beautiful and strong and it's such a privilege to know you at all. and i don't deserve you, but i'll die trying to become the sort of man who does," "bucky," you laughed, breathless, "bucky, you idiot, of course you deserve me," you fell into his arms, buried your face in his neck, "i love you, i- i don't know those languages, te amo is all i know, but this is my favorite," you pulled back to kiss him, quick but meaningful, "i love you," he looked like he might sob, pulling you tight to his chest, holding you with both arms enveloping your body. "i love you," he repeated into your hair, voice trembling. "i love you," you murmured, "it feels so good to finally say that,"

later, when he'd fucked you speechless once again, he played with your fingers, humming contently. "we should probably tell everyone," you yawned, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, "not that they don't already know," "i'll tell everyone in the world," he laughed, "we'll tell them in the morning, alright? can't believe you're my girl," he kissed you, short and sweet, "we can tell them we're going steady," "it's not the 40s anymore, old man," you teased, but a part of you ached for that brooklyn boy and all the dates he'd never get to go on, "but yeah, sure. we're going steady. hey, maybe you can take me down to the sockhop-" "shut up," he groaned, burying his face in your neck, but you could feel his smile against your skin. "i mean it," you said softly, "i want to do all the things with you that we never got to do," "there's no one i'd rather do it with," he brushed his lips against your cheek, "моя звезда,"

[call-me-strega]

Frostcup (Jack Frost x Hiccup Horrendous Haddock) has come out of nowhere and consumed my mind. The brain worms are going crazy so please consider:

Human!Jack AU where Jack is a normal shepherd boy who lives on Berk. He's a little older than Hiccup, and even though he's not the most conventional Viking, he's still respected because he's lowkey Gothi's apprentice.

He's got latent magic that the village elder is teaching him to harness (bc I believe she'd be knowledgeable abt that, that old lady is magical, I swear). It's not super obvious, but it's in the ways he's never lost a sheep to a dragon (he's lowkey communing with them like how Valka did with Cloudjumper) or the way he brings stories to life when he's entertaining children in the great hall or the way his mischievous smile sends literal chills down people's spines. Jack is capable and relatively well-liked in the community, if regarded as a bit of an odd-ball.

I imagine he was a bit of an inspiration/role model to the will-be riders, but especially to Hiccup since Jack always defended him when he got picked on for being small and un-viking-like. I think part of the reason Hiccup would be desperate to prove himself bc he wants to impress people like Jack and Astrid, who he views as ideals. I also think he'd go to Jack and try to subtly dig for advice on how to potentially heal or help Toothless, which would make Jack suspicious. He'd investigate and find Hiccup and Toothless in the clearing, but unlike Astrid who confronts them in the movie, he'd pull Hiccup aside and tell him he knows later that night.

Hiccup would panic and ask him not to tell anyone, offering to take him on a ride to prove Toothless isn't dangerous. Jack calms him down enough to point out he hasn't told anyone yet and that he's willing to trust Hiccup on this, but he'll take Hiccup on that ride anyway. He even confesses the reason he's never lost a sheep is because he's never actually tried to fight a dragon, simply convince them to leave.

Later, when Hiccup introduces Jack and Toothless, they get along almost instantly. Toothless is wary at first but Jack approaches him carefully, guided by Hiccup. Once Toothless recognizes that there is magic inside Jack he instantly warms up and in the future Hiccup will complain that his dragon likes Jack more than him. They go for a flight and Jack is convinced. He tells Hiccup he'll support him no matter what happens.

Later on Hiccup is still caught by Astrid, and he repeats the flight tactic since it worked last time, though Toothless decidedly likes Astrid less than Jack. So she still goes with them and finds the nest just sans romantic vibes this time. When the get back he tells her Jack knows and the three of them end up talking about it.

Astrid asks Jack why he didn't say anything and Jack declares that he has faith in Hiccup and agrees dragons aren't all bad. Later, when the adults go looking for the nest Jack and Astrid convince him to do something (and since Jack doesn't have an official dragon yet he makes do with the Terrible Terror from the arena).

Blah Blah Blah stuff goes down, canon ending. Idk about stuff after that but at some point Jack gets a dragon, is asked out by Hiccup, and meets the Bewilderbeast that awakens his latent magic, giving him ice powers, a white streak in his hair, and one of his eyes turns blue. Not necessarily in that order.

Oh and just as an extra Stoick's attitude towards Jack is much like his canon one towards Astrid. He quite likes the boy bc he lowkey reminds him of Valka. At some point he tries to bond with Hiccup and awkwardly asks if he's interested in Astrid. When Hiccup denies this he follows up by asking if he's interested in Jack to which Hiccup promptly turns red. Stoick tells him he's got no reason to be ashamed even claiming that Jack reminds him of his mother, while wishes that the ground would just swallow him up bc he's not talking to his dad about his crush.

[hhdolly]

The Neighbor

Neighbor!Ghost x F!Reader

First post…! Please give me tips :’)

Content warnings: P in V, doin' it under the table + laundry room, mild violence, mentions of DV, non-con, no aftercare, somewhat toxic/manipulative.

Neighbor!Ghost, who had been invited to your house to welcome him into the neighborhood. Your husband, grits his teeth, telling you to “make yourself useful" as he shakes hands with Ghost, starting up small talk with him. The aroma of Earl Grey tea filled the room as you poured tea for them. You could feel Ghost’s intimidating presence following you as you returned back to the kitchen to bring out the pastries. You glanced at the gold ring that sat on your ring finger, it felt as if the ring were only a reminder of all the false promises that never happened.

Neighbor!Ghost, who would hear the sounds of your husband shattering plates that same night, displeased about the unwelcome guest. The sharp pieces of glass nicked your delicate skin as you were on your knees cleaning up your husband's mess as he went out for drinks for the third time this week. "It wouldn’t be polite to not help ‘er out." Ghost pondered, as he saw your husband enter a cab. After all, you would probably pay no heed to your missing husband as long as you didn’t have to live in torment, right?

Neighbor!Ghost, who was terribly mistaken a week after when he saw reader with tears flowing down their flushed, rubicund cheeks. “My husband hasn’t come home in over a week.” You wept, assuming that he'd left you for someone else. He feigned solicitude for your husband as he assured you that your husband would eventually return home. “You should stay w’ me for the time bein’, just t’be safe.” He insisted. "You know how dangerous living alone is nowadays for women like you, love..." You hesitated, your conscience wouldn’t allow it, but it was a good thing you’ve always followed your heart.

Neighbor!Ghost, who you made breakfast for as a way to show gratitude. You nudged him away when he got too close for your comfort, because what would your dear husband say? He apologized and quietly scoffed, impressed by your loyalty.

Neighbor!Ghost, who found you wiping the floors under the table in your shorts with a rag after dinner, No man in his right mind could resist you, so he pulled your lace panties aside, pinning you to the ground.

Neighbor!Ghost, who caught you by surprise as you felt an overwhelming length fill your spongy walls, hitting every eye-rolling spot in your walls with his throbbing cock. Your lower half perked up instinctively, prompting him to roughly smack your ass. "No…!” You gasped for air as he roughly grabbed your hips, groaning as his balls hit your clit. He pulled his cock out of your tight cunt, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he fervently stroked his tip, squirting his sperm onto your backside. “‘S okay. He’s ain’t here, love.” Well, anymore at least, that little bit he left out, not wanting to stress you out more. He sucked on your neck, leaving indigo marks. Maybe next time he shouldn’t pull out, he thought as smacked your clit, leaving you in the dimly lit kitchen as you almost hit your head on the table while getting up.

Neighbor!Ghost, who offered you to sleep in the same bed as him. You first refused, setting up on the couch instead. Unfortunately, it was so cold—so cold that you knocked on Ghost's door in the middle of the night, goosebumps painting your skin, to ask if he could be so kind as to let you sleep with him. "You're lucky I'm a night owl." He ogled you in his shirt that he prepared for you days before he'd invited you to stay with him. It was a great idea to change the living room's temperature.

Neighbor!Ghost, who couldn't be helped as he saw you bend over in the laundry room to reach for that one sock in the corner of the dryer. He pushed you further into the hot dryer as you tried to resist his touch, "Shh, think o' this as a way to thank me..." He whispered as he tugged your pants down, rubbing your slick clit. You felt a hot breath on your core as he dragged his rugged tongue on your nub. You bucked your hips against his thick tongue. “Yes… y-yeeesss !…” Your moans echoed against the metal walls, back arching like a black cat stretching on an early morning as your walls tightened. He continued to suck as your climax began and ended like it was his first meal in a millennia.

Neighbor!Ghost, who was so happy when you started to forget about your husband, or should he say ex-husband? He even bought you promise rings! How sweet… just don’t ever go on the news channel for the next few months, kay?

[mashiraostail]

can you do HCs of mundane turn ons for the main companions ? PLEASE <3

These are fun

omg maybe my Wyll bias is showing his is way longer. He just eats like he eats everyyyy time.

Slight nsfw under the cut :3 maybe more than slight

Shadowheart: Watching your hands, especially if you've already slept together or started a relationship. She looovvess your hands, she loves to watch you fiddle with things, thumbing at the pages of a book, picking locks, or spinning a small blade between your hands. She could probably explain it in depth if she wanted to, but she was a lady of simple wants and desires and so she doesn't feel the need. She'll fantasize about your nimble, practiced hands all night if you've managed a particularly impressive slight of hand. She's already attracted to the rest of you, so imagining how skilled you are is the final nail in the coffin for her. She'd want to feel your hands in her hair, grazing down her back, tracing the divot of her spine. She wonders how quickly you could undress her, how quickly you could undo her with just your hands.

Astarion: He enjoys seeing you with Scratch and the owl bear, and Tara and all the other furry (or hairless feline) friends you make on your adventure. He isn't sure why. It makes him feel warm, and after decades of chasing burning hot desire a pleasant warmth is a thousand times more satisfying. Though he'll groan and complain at your acts of benevolence to other people, he can't help but feel a soft spot form for animals. He didn't think he'd enjoy seeing someone be so kind and warm. He does. There are moments where he's watching you befriend yet another stray, scratching behind it's ears or under it's chin where he almost longs to switch places. He'll be the first to admit he's lead such a terrible life, a truly loving and gentle touch has been far and few in between. Seeing you care for the four legged friends you've made makes him feel hopeful, he wonders if you would care for him like this. If you would extend such a gracious and gentle touch to him. He feels warm at the thought of it. Soft lips and a feather light touch tracing down his chest, over his stomach. Would you smile and coo praise at him the same way you did with the cub? Would you call him wonderful and brilliant too? Would you mean it?

Gale: Obviously we know he enjoys watching you in a fight, he's said so himself. So I'll do you one better, the inverse. Seeing you freshly cleaned, sparkling with the water of whatever river or lake you'd jumped into drives him just as mad, or maybe it's your wet hair. It doesn't come from the typical carnal sort of desire to make you dirty and sweaty again, no, that's not Gale's style. He just wants to see, all of it, every inch of your perfect, clean skin. He wants to feel your wet hair against his palms, or huddled into the crook of his neck while he touches you all over. The smell of your soap and the way your wet skin looks even more supple than when it's dry is so painfully inviting for him. Some may say that Gale just loves you, dirty, clean, dry, wet, and so on..maybe that is the case. Something about your still slightly damp, freshly cleaned skin is especially intoxicating. He really does just want to touch and kiss, not to sully or dirty just to love and enjoy. He doesn't even know that body worship is a kink that's just how he acts.

Lae'zel: Being an asshole Bickering. At first it actually pisses her off, your snide remarks, the way you brush her off or roll your eyes should make her angry at you, she should hit you, instead she just wants to pounce on you, she wants to wipe that smug look off your face...with her face...while you're both naked. It pisses her off, it makes her stumble over her words, forget herself. She can hardly look at you when she insults you. If you laugh at her, she'll be white knuckling through the end of your argument, then she'll go rub off in private. Unless you notice, and once you get to know her better it probably isn't too hard to see. Turn your rude bickering into coy teasing, egg her on and on until she simply can't help but give into herself ('what are you gonna do about it?' 'ok, make me.' 'I'd like to see you try' etc...) It'll be an angry sort of lay but not a bad one at all, and once you're bent at her will she'll ease up on you, once you've been together a while she may even apologize for being rough with you. No promises.

Wyll: He loooveees when you're sleepy. Propped up trying to read a book but you're eyelids are slipping closed every few seconds? Trying to wash up but having to scrub your face just to get through the routine? Sleepy giggles at Gale's decidedly unfunny joke? He can't help but just imagine you cuddling up to him, asking for sleepy kisses, trying to sneak cold hands into the hem of his shirt to rest on his warm belly. He can't help it, you're so intoxicatingly lovely when you're tired like this and though he feels terribly un-gentlemanly he can't deny the fire in his stomach when you yawn and say his name "Oh Wyll, " you snuffle with the yawn and look at him with tired eyes, "I might need to call it a night." He may have to bite back some strangled noise of arousal, especially if you're already trying to cuddle up with him. He can't help but let his mind wander to how you'd be so sleepy and coy with him had he the mind to take you some place private. It would be a bold faced lie if he said he didn't think about settling down with you, wrapping you up from behind, letting his hands roam freely, and in your tired state he doubts you'd be very hard to work up. You'd be too sleepy to resist all your desires, he thinks about the way you'd release all your inhibitions, he wonders where you would kiss him, you'd indulge him all your secrets biting and licking him in all the places you'd been secretly admiring. He wouldn't complain, he burned to know it all actually, in a sort of selfish way. What were you normally too shy to tell him? What drove you mad for him? He wouldn't mind your sleepy groping, he'd happily let you bite and moan and prod at him. You'd guide his hands to where you wanted them and lazily take what you desired and he would just be so happy to take care of you. You would have a sleepy sort of romp he'd set the pace, huddle you close, kiss you and praise you and it would all be lovely and drowsing and put you both to a great nights rest together.

Karlach: The back of your neck (especially if you have long hair that usually covers it). If she ever tells you and you laugh she'll tell you to fuck right off about it. She can't explain it, watching you pull your hair up, or guide it over your shoulder is entrancing enough but then there it is. The nape of your neck, the short hairs there, your skin looks soo smooth and perfect, she wants to kiss it, or maybe bite it, depending on how frustrated she's feeling. She'll think about pressing her thumbs into it and watch all the tension in your shoulders melt away. She's always favored coming up from behind, she's always pulling your hair over your shoulder, or offering to tie it up for you to 'get it out of your face!'. It's a self serving gesture at it's core. She'll think about kissing it, feeling it flush under her hands and lips. When you do finally get together she'll enjoy seeing the way the nape of your neck glistens with sweat while your together, she thinks it's a great place to have a hold of you for a multitude of reasons.

Halsin: He likes seeing you exert yourself, maybe it's some kind of primal instinct or something, or maybe he just likes to know how far he'll be able to push you later that night. Either way, he can't help it, he thinks it may get better as you grow closer but it only grows worse. Blood and grime caked to your skin don't deter him at all, and if we were drunk enough he'd admit the smell of your sweat, and the salty taste of it on your skin when he kissed or licked or bit you drove him mad. He struggles to be subtle when he watches you after a fight or during a long up hill hike. The rise and fall of your chest makes something in him tighten, the glisten of sweat on your skin, seeing your hair stick to your forehead, the flush of your cheeks and the way your lips part to take in deeper breaths....it all drives him a bit mad. He'll quell his desire to ambush you and drag you off to a secluded forest alcove with a myriad of debauched daydreams, all of them making his stomach stir. First he'll wonder if he could get you into a similarly winded state, if he could make sweat roll down your back, if you would melt for him like you melted at the unrelenting heat of the sun. How would his name sound as a desperate gasp for air? How hot would your cheeks feel under his fingertips when he takes you by the chin and squeezes your face in his hand? The way your lips open to take in deep and thankful breaths only makes him want to completely ravish your mouth. He thinks about what it would take for him to exhaust you so much the weight of own head would be too heavy and he'd have to keep you up with a fistful of your hair.

[flwrkid14]

Training the Bat Way (aka Bruce’s Terrible Parenting 101)

Bruce Wayne, aka the Dark Knight, aka the absolute worst, has this little training exercise that the entire family unanimously despises. He calls it “building resilience” or “preparing for the unexpected.” The rest of the family calls it Bruce’s stupid sleep-deprivation kidnapping game.

Here’s how it works: Bruce waits until you’re at your absolute lowest—after a grueling week of non-stop patrols, minimal sleep, and a near-catastrophic Gotham meltdown. Once you’ve finally collapsed into a dead sleep (and sometimes, after he’s sneakily slipped you a sedative to make sure you stay asleep), he picks you up, sticks you on a plane, and drops you off in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes it’s a remote village in the mountains; sometimes it’s the bustling heart of a city on the other side of the planet. The challenge? Find your way home.

Occasionally, Bruce will leave you with some supplies: a wallet, maybe a burner phone, a little equipment if he’s feeling generous. But more often than not, you’ll wake up with absolutely nothing. No money, no ID, no tools—just the clothes on your back and a pounding headache from whatever the hell Bruce drugged you with.

Some highlights of Bruce’s 'training' include:

• Dick waking up in the middle of Germany with nothing but his expired driver’s license and missing socks (He'd hidden cash in them, so he can only guess Bruce found it).

• Steph regaining consciousness in Iceland with a crumpled €5 euro and zero idea how to exchange it for local currency.

• Damian waking up in the middle of the Sahara Desert. No gear. No money. Nothing but sand and the distant memory of Bruce’s smug face.

• Tim once took over a month to get home from a tiny town in Thailand. By the time he made it back to Gotham, he’d created an entire fake identity, complete with forged documents, an elaborate backstory, and several new international contacts. Bruce called it “impressive.” Tim called it traumatizing.

• Cass, of course, took this completely in stride. Woke up in India, dismantled a shady criminal organization she stumbled across, and then casually returned to Gotham two days later like nothing had happened. When asked how she managed it, she just shrugged.

• Duke waking up in the Grand Canyon with his phone at 1% and a granola bar in his pocket. He got home in less than a day, having hitched a ride, bartered his way onto a train, and charmed a group of tourists into helping him. He also got himself a pet chameleon on the way, somehow.

• Jason refuses to talk about his turn, but based on the suspicious amount of diplomatic immunity he now has in several Eastern European countries, it’s safe to say he didn’t play by Bruce’s rules.

If they’re lucky, Bruce leaves them somewhere within the U.S., in which case the Wayne name might help speed up the process. But outside of the States? Forget it. Flashing a “Wayne” credit card can cause more problems than it solves (That's if they're even lucky enough to have a credit card to flash in the first place).

To the rest of the family, this whole thing is less of a “training exercise” and more of a weird, sadistic game Bruce plays when he thinks they’re getting too soft. And no matter how many times they complain, Bruce insists it’s “for their own good.” Because of course he does.

The thing is, they all do get home. Eventually. And yeah, maybe they come back stronger or sharper or whatever excuse Bruce uses to justify it. But at what cost? (Mostly their sanity and a burning hatred of international airline fees.)

Still, the Bats have learned to adapt. They’ve formed their own set of unspoken rules:

1. Always keep some emergency cash hidden somewhere on your person (And hope Bruce doesn't find it, because he will take it).

2. Never, ever fully trust that glass of water Bruce hands you after patrol.

3. And if you wake up in the middle of nowhere, the first step is simple: curse Bruce Wayne’s name as loudly and creatively as possible. Then get to work.

Because at the end of the day, they will get home. And they’ll probably sucker-punch Bruce the second they do.

[larothoughts]

shi wudu thoughts (tgcf spoilers)

ok so i don't look into fan stuff until after i finish a series and for some reason i keep having wildly different impressions of events than other people?? maybe i just can't read lol

for example: i always thought the reason shi wudu strangled shi qingxuan was to force he xuan to make the choice instead of sqx.

like, there this asshole is torturing sqx, forcing him to pick between two terrible options as a twisted way of bringing sqx down to he xuan and shi wudu's level. he wanted to make the only innocent party in this fiasco dirty his hands by choosing, because until now swd had always shielded sqx. he never had to face the two-men-one-cup problem as swd always bore the guilt of choice for the both of them. sqx's naive optimism (paid for by he xuan's tragedy) is therefore both infuriating and endearing to he xuan. and after days of trying to get sqx to not interfere, he finally decides that sqx must suffer for his ignorance.

so there he xuan is menacing the two of them: sqx crying and having a meltdown and still trying to find a way out of this with both his brother and best friend intact. swd powerless and at he xuan's mercy, snapping at sqx to pull himself together. i know the common interpretation is very face value: that swd would rather he and sqx die than be cursed to wander around with horrible fates.

i just find it more interesting to consider that swd's last act successfully took the choice out of sqx's hands.

my assumption when reading was that swd did not actually want sqx to die. he simply knew the best way to keep sqx from choosing was to force he xuan to kill swd first. remember, swd has watched over sqx and 'ming yi' for centuries at this point. these last few days have also made him aware of how he xuan consistently protects sqx even now. the best way to get him to abandon his plan and kill swd outright, then, is to threaten one of the few things he xuan still seems to care about: sqx's life.

swd's sudden beheading achieved everything he wanted: sqx spared the guilt and regret of having to make one choice over the other; swd cemented in the role of the ultimate villain even to his brother by his attempted fraticide; and the last leg of he xuan's plan derailed. even better, it was a sign to he xuan that shi wudu knew.

the main takeaway i got from the shi brothers' backstory was that swd would do literally anything to keep his brother safe. maybe that's why i figured the only way he'd try to strangle sqx to death was if he was absolutely sure he xuan would kill him before he succeeded. it was swd's final fuck you to he xuan, forcing him acknowledge the steep price of his revenge: his relationship with sqx, and the affection shi wudu knows he still holds for him.

[pomefioredove]

if you're still taking requests for the event could i request floyd with "Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension" ? ty !

hehe ofc ofc!

summary: "maybe we should just kiss to break the tension" type of post: fic characters: floyd additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, pre book 3, kissing, yuu is very much canon yuu here lol a part of this event

Riddle's noble efforts to warn you about Floyd Leech had fallen on deaf ears.

"And stay out of trouble!" were his exact words, if you remembered correctly.

You'd almost scoffed.

You had already been at NRC for months; you'd fought monsters, solved mysteries, and come out of all of it in one piece.

You could handle a history of magic project.

Sure, this is your first mixed-year assignment; and yes, the project itself makes up a great portion of your semester grade...

...but if anyone had asked you, you'd say that a measly school presentation is nothing compared to what you've already been through.

"Remember not to play along with his antics; it only encourages him,"

Riddle had wasted no time lecturing you about your mysterious project partner the second his name left your lips.

You'd come to him to ask if he knew the guy, not his entire life story.

"Stay focused... and stay out of trouble!"

Trouble. Ha. Every second at NRC since you'd arrived had been trouble.

You walk into the library; like usual, it's mostly empty.

Floyd Leech, Floyd Leech... now, where would...?

"Hey, you!"

You turn on your heels to face the source of the shout; leaning against a bookshelf behind you is the tallest boy you've ever seen.

He even gives off the vague impression of towering over you, making you feel small regardless...

"Man, I almost didn't see 'ya, you're so tiny," he grins, baring a row of sharp teeth. "I'm gonna call you Shrimpy. Now, come onnn, I've been waiting forever!"

You're early. Before you can say as much, he grabs you by the forearm and drags you off to a table.

"Alright, Shrimpy," he says, taking a seat across from you. "What's on the docket for today?"

"Uhh..." you're still slightly dazed. He's got some energy, that's for sure.

Riddle's words flash through your mind.

"...Well, I was thinking we could find our material first, then outline..."

"Reading?" Floyd asks, slumping in his seat as if he'd just received terrible news.

You blink. "...Well, we're going to have to read a little,"

He groans, loudly. A few people in the library turn to stare before awkwardly shuffling away.

"...Nah, I'm not in the mood. Let me do 'somethin else,"

What had Riddle said yesterday? "He changes his mind at the drop of a hat. Arguing is no good,"

"...Okay," you say, tentatively reading his expression. "I'll start with the outline. Do you want to look for pictures instead?"

He's quiet, as if seriously considering the pros and cons of the offer, and then he shrugs.

You sigh. Riddle was just being overdramatic. This is fine!

Floyd becomes lost in his assigned job, leafing through an atlas in search of a map from the time period you're researching, leaving you to your reading.

It'd be an easier job with two people, but...

"You're real quiet, Shrimpy,"

You look up from your encyclopedia. He'd shoved the atlas aside, his eyes fixed on you instead.

You raise an eyebrow. "I'm reading...?"

"Aw. Don't tell me you're the serious type?" a loud, dramatic sigh follows. "I was hoping we could have some fun. I was really looking forward to meeting you and all..."

You have to remind yourself that you have a reputation here. Great...

"Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm a pretty boring person. Normal,"

Floyd's brow furrows. "Nah, I don't buy that. You wanna know what I think?"

You don't like this. The way he's looking at you, like he sees something you don't...

"...I think you only act normal 'cause you're afraid of being judged. You try way too hard to be a good student and stuff 'cause you wanna fit in here,"

Ouch. You blink, momentarily stunned to silence. He could tell all that just from watching you read?

"I'm just 'sayin," he gives you another sharp smile. "I wouldn't mind if you stopped acting all serious around me. You're way too tense."

"...Tense? I am not tense,"

Your denial only encourages him. A wide grin creeps across his face.

"Yeah, you know. You could feel the stress in this place from a mile away...

...Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension,"

Riddle had drilled you for hours; Floyd stealing your things, making you chase him, getting bored and leaving, a thousand possible situations that could come out of a simple study session...

...This was not one of them.

Floyd grins again, wider this time. "Ahah, never mind. You're way too boring and normal for something like that, right?"

You suddenly feel hot; he's putting you on the spot, and he knows it. He seems to be living for your agitation.

"Hey, that's not fair-"

"Fair schmair," he cuts in. "I gave you a dare, and you can't do it. Happens all the time to you, I bet. It's-"

Riddle had warned you, several times, quite clearly, not to play along.

But... in your defense...

Floyd giggles against your lips, the delighted little noise giving away a hint of surprise. His hands, cold and clammy but nice nonetheless, grab hold of your face, drawing you closer into the kiss. He's threatening to pull you across the table at this point...

...It's a good thing you chose a time when the library would be empty.

After a minute or two, he lets go, leaving you breathless with another smile.

"I knew you had it in 'ya," he says, reaching across the table to pull the encyclopedia back towards him.

"My turn to read, okay? I was getting bored of the pictures,"

[ineffectualdemon]

Shang Qinghua was 17 when he met Mobei Jun and Wei Qingwei, Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu all were already head disciples and had their courtesy names at that point

Which since 16/17 is I believe roughly the age when Shen Qingqiu joined the sect and Shang Qinghua took at least 2 more years to get the head disciple position that means that it's reasonable to assume that Shen Jiu is at least roughly 2 years older then Shang Qinghua because he wasn't at the sect long before becoming head disciple. I suppose he could have done it in a year but being named succeeding disciple after two years make the most sense to me.

It's still quick and but it's more believable

Which is just something to keep in mind because I see a lot of disciple fics that have Shang Qinghua intervene and warn Yue Qingyuan or something or help him out but realistically that couldn't have happened.

If Yue Qingyuan was 13-14ish when he got accepted to Cang Qiong (let's say he was a little old but not too much) and Shen Jiu was 12 then Shang Qinghua couldn't have been older then 10

If you give minimum of 4 years of separation then Shang Qinghua wouod have been at the oldest 14 when Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan met again. So it's not sensible to believe that he might not have even been at Cang Qiong when that happened as he was an "older than average" outer disciple when he met Mobei for the first time

Also things to note about Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan

1. Yue Qingyuan is constantly telling Shen Jiu to stop being a dick

2. He also thinks it's cute when he's being a a vicious little gremlin because the man is a freak.

Of course Yue Qi knew he wasn't scared. If he really let Shen Jiu brawl with the other kids he'd fight dirty . He'd gouge at their eyes and kick them in the belly or crotch or shin. He was terribly vicious, and the other party would be the one to end up suffering and bawling in terror. Yue Qi forced down a smile.

SVSSS Vol 4 Pg 82 (bold is mine)

Yue Qingyuan is always in between stopping Shen Jiu from destroying his interpersonal relationships and thinking it's awesome

3. Shen Jiu is absolutely to blame for his feud with Liu Qingge. Yes he is unjustly accused of trying to kill him during he thing with Shang Qinghua but he has screamed "I am definitely going to kill you" multiple times in public and after losing to him once in a proper tournament, where people were impressed by how long he held out, he took to regularly ambushing Liu Qingge

On top of that yeah the guy from Bai Zhan did follow Shen Jiu into the brothel to insult him which was rude but Shen Jiu beat him up so viciously that he had serious wounds which is why Liu Qingge was pissed off about it in return

Liu Qingge is absolutely also a dick to Shen Jiu and needles him about his cultivation but Shen Jiu created the initial problem

4. I really don't think Yue Qingyuan can tell Shen Jiu why he couldn't rescue him. And not out of guilt or because he thinks it's an excuse. I genuinely think at the very least trauma makes him incapable of describing it until Maigu Ridge. And even then he said it's the only time he'll be able to say it. I think it's also possible it's related to his sword and he can't talk about unless it's drawn but that's more nebulous. The trauma one is real.

5. Shen Jiu wasn't popular with his peers at Qing Jing but he wasn't Binghe level of hated. He couldn't sleep in the communal areas because trauma but he wasn't chased out or unwelcome in those spaces. Also he liked his Qing Jing Peak Lord and had a a good relationship with them

He got into Qing Jing via Yue Qingyuan but he made Head Disciple on his own merit

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rehab. 14.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: Last chapter was pretty hard. Poor peter :(( and poor Bucky!! Let's hope we can get through to the soldier soon. Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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rehab masterlist. chapter 10 / chapter 11 / chapter 12 /chapter 13

Tony Stark had never thought himself as a completely terrible person. He was a genius; a philanthropist with a humanitarian mindset; a scientist...and he could still make mistakes. Hell, Tony did it all the time with Pepper, with the Avengers, with Ultron and Sokovia. He was just bad at executing his good intentions.

Tony wasn't sure if he could say the same about his dad.

Although Tony adored his parents and his father was his biggest inspiration when he was young, Tony didn't remember a time where it wasn't hard to impress his father or to satisfy him. Howard had expected a lot of Tony, even when he first started showing a higher intellect than normal children had.

His mother had been the opposite. Tony could say that his relationship was a thousand times better with his mother, but Tony had deduced long ago that being her only son, it was expected of her to be doting and to spoil him however she could.

For a long time, Tony resented his father. He resented how hard he was on him, he resented how much pressure Howard put on him, he resented his fathers alcoholism that followed Tony later in life, and he hated that he never got to hear his father say he was proud of him until years after his death.

'What is, and always will be, my greatest creation... is you.'

For almost all his life, Tony hadn't ever heard his father say that he loved him. Honestly, if Tony had to think about it, he'd say that his father hated him with how he remembered his childhood.

And then he found the tapes, heard his father's voice, and everything came crashing down all over again. He was instantly reminded of what had happened to his parents, how he never even got to say goodbye, and Tony was just goddamn angry.

When he saw Bucky Barnes for the first time after finding out that he was the one who killed his parents, he had wanted to return the favor. It was the first time that Tony had ever wanted to actually kill someone besides Aldritch Killian, and that was a whole other can of worms Tony really didn't want to think about.

He still had nightmares about Pepper falling from his grasp that fateful night.

Now, Tony was being faced with his father's work all over again. Granted, there wasn't any way that Howard knew what was going happen until it was too late, but it bothered Tony ever since he learned about Project Rebirth and his dad's involvement and how he still went on to make more serums.

Tony was a genius, but he didn't understand a single damn thing about why his father did what he did. There just wasn't a clear explanation.

And Tony felt haunted by it.

He had seen the recorded memories the woman had; had seen the horrible things HYDRA had done to her; could still hear her pained wails as they cut her open and sewed her back up just to do it all over again.

Almost as a act of self-harm, Tony had forced himself to sit and watch every single minute of every single clip, stewing and horrified and becoming enraged by not just her experiences, the organization, or the nightmares that came after seeing the clips...Tony became enraged and confused at his father all over again.

He remembered Robert (L/n) and how much he didn't like the man. He never seemed happy and always had a mean sneer on his mustached face as if he was never satisfied with any work he did with Howard.

While Tony's father regarded Robert with high respects, the knowledge that Robert had been using him all along made Tony wonder that if he had said anything to his father about how sketchy Robert was, would his parents still be here today?

Would he be tinkering in the lab with his dad and making the flying cars Howard had aspired to make? Would his mother still make her delicious apple pie that she baked for special occasions? Would JARVIS still be here?

There were so many what if's that plagued Tony's mind, and irrationally, he wanted to blame the soldier as well. While Tony knew that she wasn't at fault and was a victim of her own father's sick agenda, it was almost easy to equate her to Bucky.

He still wasn't over it, and that's why being in the goddamn cold sucked ass.

While his suit was equipped with heaters that let him keep warm, it didn't take away from the difficulty of being able to see through the snow that was accumulating on his face.

Vision didn't seem to have a problem, seeing as his body was completely synthetic so he wasn't really able to feel temperature (or really much of anything), it almost made Tony jealous.

Hell, Bruce Banner being in the quinjet above them made him jealous.

"Tell me why I have to be outside like this again? I feel like I'm being singled out here."

Banner's voice came over the intercom, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice as he replied.

"Tony, if you say something about the cold again, I'm turning around and leaving."

"I'm just saying that it might be more considerate to let me inside and let Vision handle it from out here."

"Mr. Stark, if I may interject?"

Tony just huffed, and Vision added as he flew next to him, completely ignoring everything Tony had just said to instead shift the focus of the conversation.

"If we are able to locate Mr. Rollins, what is it that you intend to do with him? Given the history that Mr. Barnes has with HYDRA, would it be wise to bring this criminal back to Wakanda?"

Tony was torn. While he knew the risks of bringing Rollins to Wakanda, there was a darker and jaded part of his brain that didn't even care what Barnes would do. Hell, if anything, Tony hoped that (Y/n) would kill the man.

But as an Avenger, Tony couldn't exactly voice that. Glancing at Vision, Tony replied nonchalantly.

"Well, I can't say I'd exactly stop Barnes from playing a deadly game of Twister with the jackass, but I'm not gonna say that I'm condoning it...even if I am."

Vision pursed his lips slightly, a look of confusion spreading across his face as he glanced down at the ground below them with a thoughtful expression.

"I must admit that I am still learning the human behavioral patterns and the data streams of human emotion...so I am puzzled at why Mr. Barnes feels so strongly about this situation...let alone Steven Rogers."

Before Tony could respond with a snide remark, Bruce replied with a thoughtful explanation, stating with an understanding tone of voice.

"Well, if you look through Barnes' files, you'll understand the pattern and begin to know the why. Barnes was also a victim of HYDRA, theoretically either longer than this woman has been...possibly for the same length of time."

As Banner began to explain, Vision's eyes seemed to be lighting up with understanding as he listened.

"For a long time, and even now, he's been dealing with the thoughts and memories of his time with HYDRA. Hell, even to this day, he's still remembering and uncovering those dark times. It's one thing to be the one to experience these traumatic experiences...and it's another to be on the outside looking in. It's all about perspective, Vision."

Vision was quiet for a moment before he asked, making Tony and Banner fall into a state of surprise and stupor.

"Do you think he seeks to amend the wrongs he has done by willingly rehabilitating this woman? Despite the fact that it was Steven Rogers who suggested the idea, it wouldn't be entirely invalid to believe that Mr. Barnes is taking this opportunity to rectify his own experiences, let alone Ms. (L/n)'s."

Banner was the first to speak, Tony too deep into his thoughts to be able to give a good answer to Vision.

"Well, we don't really know that for sure. The only way to know would be to ask him, and I'm not sure that even he knows the answer. I think what is important is that he is willing to do so despite the traumatic experiences he also went through. It's better to have a friend...or to be one in a time of need."

"Thank you for your input, Dr. Banner. It is incredibly helpful."

Banner acknowledged him, and Tony took a deep breath, saying with mock relief.

"Thank, god. Great existential talk, everyone. I'm glad that we have all come to the understanding that Barnes is mentally ill, which was kinda already a given."

Although Tony couldn't see Banner's face, he knew the man was rolling his eyes at him, and FRIDAY's voice popped up, making Tony give his undivided attention to the AI.

"Mr. Stark, the HYDRA base is just up ahead. I am not detecting any activity. However, the base seems to be protected by the same type of energy shield that was used in Strucker's research facility located in Sokovia."

Tony hummed, shrugging slightly.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to knock on the front door like last time."

"You know, Tony, I have this really nagging feeling that it's not a good idea to knock on the front door."

Tony then deactivated his thrusters to begin falling down a large crevice within the Ross Ice Shelf that was emitting the signal of the energy shield, saluting Banner as he did so.

"Well, guess we'll just have to see. Let's just hope the service is like it was in Germany!"

"Tony!"

As he dropped into the crevice, it didn't take very long to see the ingenuity of the architecture and structural genius that went into ensuring a secret base. To Tony, it seemed as though the whole ice shelf was being held together by intricately-designed industrial ice anchors that were drilled and cabled together.

Despite the immensely inconspicuous location of the base, there didn't seem to be a single soul in sight. There were no lights on, no heat signatures, nothing. It was dead, cold, and barren.

It made Tony become suspicious and on edge.

"Mr. Stark, I'm not sensing any life inside of this facility."

"Yeah, I'm getting nothing on my sensors either. Banner, you see anything from up there?'

Banner was stressed, stating as the sound of the quinjet flying overhead reverbed down the Shelf and made Tony's spine tingle.

"Nada. It's completely dead up here as well."

Tony muttered, shaking his head slightly.

"That's never a good sign. Let's get in here and see what we've got. There might be something of importance. FRIDAY, where are the generators?"

"There are no traditional generators within the facility. This facility specifically functioned with hydropower. If you are able to get the hydroelectric system running again, you should be able to regain power."

Vision looked to Tony, nodding to him before phasing through the floor below.

"I will get that started for you."

Tony nodded, and he turned on a spotlight, looking around the facility. There was a good layer of ice and frost covering the inside of the facility; papers frozen in time; a HYDRA flag frozen mid-wave, and Tony had to admit: it was a bit spooky. As he looked around, he was startled by Pepper's ringtone echoing into his ear, and he took a deep breath as he answered.

"You have amazing timing, Pep, I was just thinking about how amazing this one place would be for a vacation."

Pepper Pott's voice was amused as she responded, Tony's racing heart calming just the slightest as he listened to her voice.

"Given how the last vacation went, I think I'm good. So, I followed up on that guy, Robert (L/n), like you asked, and I think I might have found something."

The lights in the facility suddenly kicked on, and Vision phased back into the room through the floor; not a spec of water on his body. Tony put Pepper on speaker as he removed his mask, his nose immediately becoming cold as he looked around the desolated facility.

"That sounds promising. What'd you find?"

"So, after Steve went under the ice, Robert left Stark Industries shortly afterwards and just kind of fell off the face of the earth. I asked myself 'why would a renowned scientist suddenly disappear unless he was secretly a bad guy'? So, I asked Shuri to send me the files that she had copied from the CIA, and it seems that around the time that (Y/n) became active, the CIA began their own super soldier project."

Tony frowned immediately, his eyes darting around as the gears within his head began to turn.

"Conveniently right after she became a part of the agency?"

Pepper hummed in agreement before she added.

"Not only that, but it seems that her and the current Director might have known each other at some point."

Tony paused, glancing down at a file that was frozen against one of the desks, and he frowned deeply. At the top was the name Project Achilles, and though the file was completely frozen and unable to be accessed without damaging it, Tony carefully pried the file off of the desk. Vision came to stand beside Tony, stating.

"The computers have sustained intensive damage due to the frost and ice that has accumulated within the consoles over time. I can attempt to search through the drives, but they might be beyond repair."

"If we can extract the floppy discs and dry them off as fast as possible before the moisture can damage them, then we'll be all set."

Vision hummed to himself, looking down at the consoles before his fingers phased through the plastic and metal. After a few moments, the sound of ice gently cracking and breaking echoed around them, and Vision was able to extract a floppy disc from the frozen console. Gazing at Tony, he stated.

"The casing sustained a bit of damage, but it is relatively unharmed."

Tony immediately grabbed it, stating.

"FRIDAY, you got hot air?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark."

As his gauntlet began to blast hot air at the floppy, rapidly drying it, Pepper's voice came through again.

"Shuri also told me that (Y/n) had a meltdown."

Tony immediately became anxious, his tone becoming furious as he asked.

"Is Peter alright? She didn't hurt him, did she? I shouldn't have trusted Barnes to keep him safe. I'm heading back right now."

"Hold on, Tony, you didn't even let me finish."

Tony pursed his lips, his brow furrowed deeply as he became quiet.

"Bucky was trying to get through to her and tried to show her the file, and she just seemed to start panicking and lashed out. Peter is completely unharmed, and Shuri told me that he's been watching over (Y/n) since the incident. Barnes needed to take a break for a while."

Tony felt a huge wave of relief go through him, and he sighed after a moment, his eyes closed and internally counting his breaths. Pepper continued after a moment of letting Tony breathe.

"Shuri sent the clip over."

A hologram showed up, the camera feed of the incident playing, and he was expressionless as he watched Barnes attempt to get through to the soldier. He could tell, however, that the woman was anxious and becoming agitated; especially when she gripped Bucky by his throat.

While the sight was alarming, Tony was as alarmed until he watched as (Y/n) began to cry.

"I don't understand. I...I....I'm malfunctioning...my programming is flawed. I...I need to be recalibrated...reprogrammed. I don't want to remember."

There was a feeling of apprehension filling Tony's body as he watched as Peter tried to make contact and ask about her family. When she threw the table at Peter, an undeniable feeling of defensiveness came over him, his chest tightening, and Tony clenched his jaw.

After a few more minutes of interaction, Tony could tell that she was starting to become too panicked. She wasn't thinking clearly; wasn't remembering details that were just spoken, and she was becoming scared.

Because of this, she finally lashed out, trying to attack Bucky but was restrained by said man. The screams and wails were horrific, and when she began to seemingly beg, Tony wasn't even sure if he wanted to read the translation that FRIDAY provided for him.

"Мне очень жаль. Прости, Кулак ГИДРЫ! Пожалуйста, не делайте мне больно. Я буду слушаться!"

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Fist of HYDRA. Please don't hurt me. I'll obey.

Tony clenched his hand, and Tony had finally had enough. He wasn't completely angry with Bucky, but he couldn't help to be. Tony understood that it was irrational to turn his anger towards the man, but all Tony could think about was his parents.

But as he watched Bucky's face turn into one of haunted horror, an expression and feeling that Tony knew all-too-well, Tony couldn't bring himself to be angry. He was just as much of a victim of HYDRA just like his parents. It wasn't Barnes' complete fault. It was just easy to blame him.

He watched as the horrified man left the lab, Peter running after him before coming back inside and carefully placing a chair next to (Y/n)'s sleeping body and looking over her with the saddest eyes Tony had ever seen Peter have.

Well, except for when Tony grounded him from the suit. That was a pretty rough day.

"Shuri told me that Peter hasn't left her side since Bucky ran off, and she's going to be upping the dose of the anesthetics in the mean-time. The stress of the situation caused a slight swelling at the site of the surgery, so Shuri wants her to stay sedated until then. She specifically stated that she doesn't want to put her back into cryostasis because it won't allow the wound to heal; it'll just freeze."

Tony nodded and he replied softly.

"Thanks, Pep, you did a great job today. I still think we should definitely get on a plane to Cancun or something once I leave Wakanda."

"We'll see about it. Love you, Tony."

Tony closed his eyes, comforted by the words, and he didn't hesitate to respond.

"I love you 3000. See you soon."

The line cut, and Tony handed the dry floppy disk to Vision and then clapped his hands.

"Alright. Let's scope the facility a bit more, gather anything else of significance, and get the hell out of here. I don't know how much more of this freezing cold my balls can take."

"W-What? I thought your suit was heated."

Banner's disgusted and confused voice sounded off, and Tony sighed.

"It only does so much before it gets uncomfortable. Alright? Do you want sweaty balls? Didn't think so."

Banner just sighed once more before asking.

"Can we just get this over with and go home?"

Tony nodded before he waved a finger in the area.

"Alright. Pack it up, everyone."

As Vision and Tony left the facility after extensively searching through everything and they both piled into the quinjet, Tony sat in a corner mostly to himself, staring down at the floppy disc within his hand. There was going to be something on this; something big, and Tony could feel it. He could feel the weight of the drive within his hand, and he could only hope that whatever information that was on this drive would be enough to finally get rid of HYDRA once and for all.

That his father and mother, and Tony's rage, could finally rest.

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STORY NOTES: Tony Stark reflects on the type of people his parents were. He reflects on how hard his father was to impress, how his father was incredibly pressuring towards Tony, even from a young age. He remembers how his mother, Maria Stark, had been the opposite of Howard and how doting and loving she was while growing up. Tony then reflects on his internal struggle of his resentment towards his father and the struggle to please him. He reflects on how much he resented Howard for his tough love, the crippling pressure, and Howard's struggle with alcoholism. He particularly remembers that not once had he heard his father tell him that he was proud and that he liked him.

Tony then reflects on Bucky Barnes and the anger and hatred he had felt for him for murdering his parents, how he had wanted to return the favor. Tony mentally remarks that despite being a genius, he still doesn't understand why Howard was apart of such a serious project like Project Rebirth and why he went on to create more serums. Tony reflects on how he had forced himself to sit and watch through every single memory of (Y/n)'s that had been recorded, watching the horrific things that HYDRA had done to her, and he becomes angry with his father all over again.

He then goes on to think about Robert (L/n) and how he didn't like the man growing up. He remembers how weird the man seemed to be, and Tony wonders that if he had said anything to Howard about how weird the man was, if it would have changed anything that had happened afterwards. He wants to blame the soldier as well, but he finds it hard to do so completely as Tony understands that she is a victim as well.

Outside of Tony's mind, he, Vision, and Bruce Banner are currently on the way to the Ross Ice Shelf in the Antarctic where the supposed HYDRA facility is located. While Bruce and Tony bicker, Vision begins to ask questions about Jack Rollins and what is the intention behind finding him. He makes a remark that with Bucky's intense history with HYDRA as well, Vision does not know if it would be wise to bring Jack to Wakanda.

Tony doesn't confirm nor deny that he would stop Barnes from hurting Jack Rollins if they are able to locate him, and Vision goes onto remark that he doesn't understand why Bucky and Steve feel so strongly about the situation itself. Before Tony can answer, Banner begins to explain to Vision that Bucky was also a victim of HYDRA, though they aren't certain for how much longer in comparison to the woman.

Banner goes on to tell Vision that Bucky is still suffering from the trauma of his time in HYDRA, and is even still remembering more things to this day. He makes sure to point out to Vision that being in the situation and being on the outside-looking-in are two completely different perspectives, and that can be difficult to digest. Vision then asks if Banner and Tony think that Bucky is trying to seek redemption for the wrongs he had done as the Winter Soldier in rehabilitating the woman, and Banner replies that he doesn't know and isn't sure if Bucky knows either.

After arriving at the HYDRA base located deep within the ice shelf, Tony is on edge due to the highly-inconspicuous location being barren of people. The whole base seems to be frozen in time, and when Vision goes to get the hydroelectric generators running, Pepper Potts calls Tony. She goes on to tell Tony that after Steve had gone into the ice, Robert had left Stark Industries and seemingly disappeared. However, after (Y/n) joined the CIA, the CIA began to work on their own super soldier project. Pepper also mentions that (Y/n) and the Director seemed to have known each other before she became a Winter Soldier.

Tony finds a file that is called Project Achilles, and although the file is completely frozen shut, he carefully pries it from the desk. Vision tells Tony that the computer consoles are all too damaged to be functional, but he can attempt to save whatever he can from the hard drives. Tony refutes and tells Vision that if they can retrieve the floppy discs without damaging them, they should be able to extract the data that way. Once Vision recovers a disc, Tony begins to dry it out while Pepper tells Tony that (Y/n) had a meltdown.

Tony begins to become anxious, worrying heavily over Peter's safety, and Pepper tells Tony to calm down and let her explain further. She goes on about how Bucky was trying to get through to her and show her the files they recovered of her, and she began to lash out. Pepper tells Tony that Shuri has sent the clip of the incident, and Tony watches it intensely. During the height of the incident, FRIDAY provides live translations of (Y/n)'s cries, and Tony reflects on his parents once more. He becomes enraged with Barnes again, but tells himself that Barnes is just as much of a victim as his parents were. After searching through the facility more, the three Avengers leave. End scene.

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Provided in chapter.

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Epic would try to make a good first impression with his best bros boss, but nightmare is a little distracted with the smell(?) of nightmares and sleep deprivation on him

Anon you are so right, he'd wanna make a great impression on Cross's weird employer/ adopter situation but there's no way he can hide the terrible state of his mental health

Cross thinks the meeting didn't go well because Nightmare couldn't understand a word Epic said. Nightmare thinks the meeting didn't go well because he was so distracted by how much repressed negativity this guy was putting out. Epic thinks the meeting went great 👍

Honestly Nightmare wouldn't care anyway, he doesn't think it's any of his business who Cross is friends with as long as he's happy. His boys are adults, they don't need his permission for anything* as far as he's concerned, but he probably will ask about Epic from time to time after this...

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Authors note: So I have finals to study for and I said I wouldn't be posting stuff but I'm a fiber so I decided to write this short blurb instead of doing my actual school work

Live, laugh, love, yall

Pt2

This includes fluff headcanons for Bakugo, Tokoyami, Denki, and Izuku

Tw: Cursing (f word like twice)

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Bakugo would be the king at making sure you have eaten. I'm taking he makes your favorite meals when he knows you've been having trouble eating, he's constantly checking up on you, etc.

Denki definitely plays dress to impress and would be so fucking terrible at it. He's rage quick after some 8 year Olds win by not even doing the theme. He'll play it with you and every time your outfit comes up he gives it 5 stars.

Tokoyami has a peak taste in music and would love to go to concerts with you. Like he'd be the kind of guy to find some random concert where the tickets and cheap and yall start listening to the bands music on the way to the concert. He just likes the atmosphere I fear

Izuku is super embarrassed about literally every form of pda. So tease him about it pls. Out snd about and you decide to hold his hand? Oh the poor guys is done for. A kiss? That's attempt of murder right there.

Denki is the type of guy to binge watch movies like nobody's business. Definitely will make 'movie dates' where yall just stay up till 3 am watching a 12 epsiode anime that will destroy your soul.

Bakugo will constantly have a be holding your waist or shoulder or hand or literally anything while yall are on a date. You call it being cutly protective. He calls it 'making sure those stupid extras know your mine'

Tokoyami will most definitely get matching jewelry with you. RINGS! This man would wear the fuck out of some rings, I'm talking stacked up and on each finger. He'd get ones to match yours so when you hold hands you can feel the rings on eachothers fingers. It gives him a warm feeling.

Izuku probably keeps a diary or some cute dorky thing like that. The pages are filled with stuff about you and your quirk and just YOU. He'll put notes you've shared over the course of your relationship and stuff like the movie tickets to your first ever date which was to the movies.

Tokoyami most definitely has some of the big and warm and amazing hoodies ever that you constantly steal. He gets cold really easily I think so he'd have a bunch. Most of them end up in your dorm. I imagine yall would like trade them out so then you could have one that smelled like him and he could have one that smelled like you.

Bakugo would feel so nervous and self contious about holding hands because they get sweaty really fast and he thinks it's the worst thing ever. So when you take it so confidently and lovingly in your hand his mind short circuits. He trys pulling away but you keep it in your hand. Some days he wears gloves to mask the sweat but other days he wants to feel your hand skin to skin.

Denki thinks he is extremely ritzy (sorry for the brain rot). He thinks he is a lady's man all day and he'll flirt like crazy with you but if you even so much as compliment him he turns to jelly. He's spewing pick up lone after pick up line then you reciprocate with a flirty remark and he just melts, you'd think he over used his quirk.

Izuku likes when you play with his hair. And in secret he'd also let you style it. His hair is so fluffy you could bury your hands in it forever. He'll lay his head in your lap and just let you go to town. Some days he'll let you put little braid in it or up into pony tails.

Bakugo radiates heat something crazy so cuddles are a must. It'd take a LOT to convince him to let you snuggle up with him on the common room couch but in your or his dorm? He'll eat you be all over him. He won't admit the fuzzy feeling he gets when you cuddle up with him and trace your fingers on the scars on his arms or up and down his abs.

Tokoyami would be so good with words and he wouldn't wouldn't know it. Like you'd ask if he liked your outfit and he'd hit you with straight poetry. Now this doesn't mean he's smooth all the time. The first time yall held hands he almost tweaked out, and the first time he saw you all dressed up for a date he almost fainted. But he has his moments.

Denki has crazy insomnia so he'd stay up late and if you don't stay up late he'd flood your phone with just random stuff he thinks about through out the night. If you also have insomnia he'd either be on face time with you or be with you irl. Yall would go on so many side quests at 3 am.

Izuku is a yapper but also an attentive listener. He'd love to hear you talk about the most boring thing in the world and not even care. He finds everything you talk about so interesting, he'd want you to reciprocate tho so when he yaps you also listen with your full heart.

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