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"if you want forever (i bet you do)" | taste — jjk (pt 2)

series summary: your best friend (with benefits) has a new girlfriend...little does she know, you were and would always be there first.

what to expect for this part: fuckbuddy! jk, y/n is still a bad person (what are morals anyway), cheating, oral (m receiving), whiny! jk (!!!), again feel free to imagine 2018/2019 jungkook for this <3

also!! y/n is described to have dyed blonde hair & hair with strands that can be tugged on. just a heads up for readers with different hair textures :)

again no word count...a lot of words.

enjoy :)

"what do you see in her?"

jungkook shrugs. "she's pretty, nice," he thinks of all his favorite features of his girlfriend, siyeon. "she cares about me. she's really gentle too. she's just a good soul."

y/n nods, trying to seem interested while also trying not to yawn. "how nice," she speaks. she sits back further on the bed, his monitor screen more visible to her now.

she loved to watch him play video games. it was fun for him because he enjoyed his little games, and fun for her because she found all the little noises he made whenever he got shot endearing. the hushed whispers of 'shit', the hisses and groans...he got really into it. plus, telling him he could play was just a really subtle way to get him in the mood. and the more she distracted him with questions, the worse he would do in the game. and the worse he did, the more he'd rage quit. and then he was all hers.

"are you jealous of siyeon?" jungkook asks, smirking a little.

y/n can't hold in the laugh this time. "are you joking? absolutely not, try the opposite." she shakes her head as she flips through her magazine. "she's gotta be jealous of me. you saw, yesterday when i came up to you guys, right?"

it was quite funny, seeing the way siyeon clutched onto jungkook as soon as y/n walked up to him after class had ended. all she wanted was to ask a homework question (and maybe piss off siyeon a little...), and her very presence near jungkook had siyeon eyeing her up from head to toe and everywhere in between. it was, as y/n loved to say, pathetic.

"you're reading too much into that, y/n," jungkook chuckles at his friend. "she barely acknowledged you."

"she was clutching onto you like she was a dog and i had come to steal away her favorite chew toy."

"you're being dramatic."

"and you're being delusional." y/n retorts, sitting her magazine down.

jungkook groans as his character is eliminated. since he has time before next round, he turns around his swivel chair to face her. "maybe you're right," he says, causing y/n to perk up a little. "she does get a little...nervous whenever you come around. even when i bring you up. it's weird."

"yeah?" god, she liked where this was going. "how weird? tell me."

jungkook takes a moment to recall before he speaks again. "this morning, as i was leaving her place, i told her i was having you over. she got this really flushed look on her face...like i had really said something crazy. she asked what we were gonna be doing and i just shrugged because i didn't know yet. siyeon let out a really shaky breath...it was weird."

y/n listens intently, trying not to look as victorious as she felt right then. "oh wow," she says nonchalantly. "that is weird."

jungkook nods as he continues. "yeah, and then she asked if she could come with...like, she was willing to take off work to hang out with us."

y/n places a hand over her mouth in fake shock, but also to hide her growing smirk. she feared if she tried to say anything else, a laugh would come out instead, so she just sits and listens.

"i told her maybe next time, on a day when she's not working," jungkook explains. "maybe after class one day. would you be okay with that?"

y/n shrugs, feeling her eyes brimming with tears from holding in her laughter for this long. luckily, jungkook had turned back around to play his game again so he couldn’t see. "sure, why the hell not, right?"

"i'm glad you see it that way!" jungkook's smile is evident in his voice. "i can't wait...my two favorite ladies in one place!"

y/n can't help but roll her eyes at his enthusiasm for something that very well would not ever happen. she looks back on the past, when she was his only favorite girl, and she didn't have anybody trying to compete with her. it was less complicated but it was also way less fun.

she looks at the back of his head while he plays, seeing the soft fluffiness to his hair today. she watches as he leans over to grab his can of soda and take a drink. then, he's back to clicking away at his keyboard, his nimble fingers working hard to get him the win.

"jungkookie?"

"hmmmm?"

"do you see a future with siyeon?"

the question makes jungkook actually pause his game. he faces forward for a few more seconds before turning around again to look at y/n.

"a future..." he thinks, his top lip coming over his bottom lip as he concentrates. "well, sure."

"yeah? how long?" y/n was curious now, wondering if he'd actually thought about this or if he was just thinking off the top of his head right now because she asked.

"i don't know," jungkook hums in thought. "as long as we could make it work, i guess."

"and what about you and i during that time, hm? she watches as his expression changes. "what would we be doing?"

jungkook thinks about the best way to answer this question. he looks at y/n, his best friend, sat back against his headboard, looking gorgeous as ever. the way her tight baby pink top fit her gorgeously and her beautiful legs were on display. of course he had to notice the way she spread them, probably on purpose, as he stared. he blinked and met her eyes.

"i think we'd still be friends."

y/n stifles a laugh and nods. "okay," she could tell he was hesitant to answer realistically, but she let it slide. she tucks her legs up to change position, not ignoring the way his eyes followed her every move. she crawls over to him, slowly. "just friends...?" she sits right in front of him, looking at him as her legs dangle off the bed.

"y-yes," he replies. "we wouldn't be, um, you know..." jungkook trails off.

"we wouldn't be fucking anymore, huh?" y/n fake pouts at him. "good thing this is only hypothetical. we both know you can't resist me."

"y/n–"

"you know she doesn't understand you like i do, right?" she interrupts him and his mouth goes zip. "she doesn't. she couldn't possibly get you the way that i do. i mean, have you two even had sex?"

"we have," jungkook answers, quickly and swiftly enough for her to know it wasn't true. "what does it matter?"

y/n shakes her head and laughs. "god, jungkookie, this is honestly quite sad." she sighs, having way too much fun.

"what is?" he frowns, her laughing only making him more confused. he just wanted to play his game and spend time with his friend, what was so bad about that?

"you're dating some diner maid bitch who genuinely has nothing appealing about her, except maybe her body, and you haven't even fucked her yet? it's sad."

jungkook feels his face heat up. "don't talk about my girlfriend like that, please." he speaks, trying to sound stern.

"she's literally beyond boring, and she doesn't have anything in common with you," y/n continues, ignoring jungkook's plea. "there's no way she could ever begin to get you, really."

"y/n, i don't wanna get into this," jungkook shakes his head, standing up from his gaming chair and approaching her. "okay? i don't wanna talk about this with you. i get that you don't like siyeon but you don't have to be mean, okay?"

"i get you, jungkook," y/n looks up at him, rising to her feet. her hands find his biceps and she waits for his hands to find her waist like they always do. "you hear me? i get you."

jungkook's hands tentatively find her waist, like they always do, though this time his grip isn't as strong. he looks her in the eyes, his heart racing in his chest "i-i know you do, y/n."

"good boy," she smiles and reaches up to pet his hair, watching as his eyelids flutter at the feeling and the praise. his gaze lingers on her lips for a few seconds before he leans in slowly.

"n-need you so bad..." he whisper against her lips.

"i know."

their lips meet and the kiss is messy, yet passionate. jungkook's grip on her hips tightens to it's usual roughness as the kiss deepens.

jungkook pulls away at last, breathing hard, his eyes darkened. y/n meets his eyes with an innocent expression.

"jungkookie..." she hums his name in her usual sing-songy tone. "why don't you lay back on the bed and let me show you just how much i understand your needs, hm?"

his eyes widen in childlike wonder and he nods, sitting on the edge of the bed and crawling upward so he was all the way against the headboard.

y/n smirks at his eagerness and crawls up with him, her eyes glowing with devious intent. "good boy, jungkookie...so good always." he gulps at her words, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "aw, baby...you're blushing." she coos at his reaction and he groans in embarrassment.

"whatever, just," jungkook blinks and looks away. "do something, please."

y/n smirks and hums, reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. she hears him gasp, caught off guard by the sudden movement.

"w-wait, you're gonna...?" he looks at her hands on his waistband and the gleam in her eyes and lays his head back against the pillow. "shit, y/n, really? you know i can't hold back when you—"

"you talk too much, jungkookie," y/n pipes up, and his mouth goes zip. she smirks. she loved how quickly she could shut him up. she pulls his sweatpants down after he lifts his hips off the bed to help. jungkook hisses when the cool air hits his length, its tip already leaking for her.

y/n grabs his base, earning a small whine from him as he watches her actions. she begins to stroke his length, her manicured nails ever so often rubbing against him, making him shiver. "g-god, y/n, don't do that with the nails, okay?" he begs softly and she complies, only because she had more things in store.

"relax, jungkookie..." y/n smiles warmly at her friend, innocently even. she looks back down at his cock, rock hard and leaking. he looked so pathetic like this, it made her toes curl. "let me take care of you, baby, hm?"

"p-please..." he whispers under his breath, watching as she moves her face closer to where he needed her most.

she begins with just his tip, entering it in her mouth, sucking softly. he groans from above her on the bed..it was clear he could get off from any kind of pleasure right now.

then, she takes in half of him, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucks him off agonizingly slow.

"b-baby, please, your mouth is so good, but–ah need more..." he whines again, the sound pleasing y/n's ears.

finally, she gives in and takes all of him in her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat. jungkook lets out a guttural moan, throwing his head back against the pillow, his eyes screwing shut. "o-oh my god, y/n..."

she keeps a steady pace as she sucks his cock, gagging ever so often when his tip would hit her throat. her hands rest on his muscular thighs as she listens to his pathetic whining.

"y/n, y/n, shit, i–mmph!–fuck–hah–shit..." jungkook's a whining, moaning mess as he tries to resist the urge to buck his desperate hips up into her her perfect mouth. he knew she'd be okay with it, but now it was like a challenge for himself, to see if he could take it.

he watches the way every inch of his cock disappears into her mouth, then reappears again, only to disappear once more. he hears the way she gags ever so often, the idea that he was so big she had to gag on him really boosting his ego.

y/n swirls her tongue around his tip as she sucks, adding extra pleasure. his hands quickly find her hair, messing it up without meaning to as he tugs on the strands, her dark roots finally starting to show from under her bleach blonde hair. his tugging causes her to moan around his length which sends a vibration up his cock.

"fuck, y/n do that again," he tugs on her hair again and she moans around him, the same vibrations return. "oh, shit, i'm s' close...y/n, i-i'm g-gonna cum soon..." he whines, almost whimpers.

she hums around his length, eager to feel him cum down her throat. she deep throats him repeatedly, the gagging sound more constant, since she knew it drove him crazy.

"y/n, y/n, oh, fuck–" jungkook whimpers loudly as he releases down her throat, his eyes rolling back. "shit, baby, take it all..."

y/n swallows every drop, humming happily at the familiar taste on her tongue. she pulls off his cock with a 'pop' and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

"you really want forever with a girl who won't even do that for you?"

jungkook meets her eyes and sighs, his chest still rising and falling quickly as he comes down from his release. "n-not right now..." he averts his eyes, realizing what had just happened. they couldn't keep doing this.

"relax, jungkook, i'm only teasing," y/n smiles as she crawls up to lay beside him, her head propped up by her elbow.

"oh...right," jungkook gulps and turns to face her. his cheeks were a light pink. "t-thanks...also..."

she smirks at his quietness. "you're welcome," she hums in response, her free hand toying with his hair. "you're using that conditioner i like, aren't you?" her fingers thread through the slight volume.

"yeah, siyeon likes when i have fluffier hair," jungkook replies absentmindedly. y/n's eye twitches. "i remembered you got this for me so...i bought a new bottle."

how nice, y/n thinks to herself. she continues to play with jungkook's hair, unintentionally (maybe) tugging on the strands a bit, noticing the way he whines softly.

then, there's a knock on the door.

jungkook looks up at y/n, who furrows her brows. he looks at the time and sits up slowly, fixing himself. "it's probably siyeon. try not to look so...vexing." he gestures at her awkwardly before heading out into the main room of his dorm.

y/n stifles a laugh at his clearly flustered state when he answers the door for siyeon, noticing the way his voice waivers a little. she hears a bit of their conversation.

"is she still here?"

"y/n? yeah, she's in my room."

"what did you do all day?"

"just hung out, played video games. why?"

y/n stifles a laugh at the way jungkook dances around the truth. he had gotten much better at lying over the years. she sighs, bored, and decides to make her presence known. she stands up, stretches and slides her shoes back on.

siyeon watches y/n's scandily-clad figure emerges from her boyfriend's bedroom.

"oh, hey, siyeon!" y/n greets with a smile. "wow, love that hat! really fun!" she notices the crocheted hat atop the woman's head, the yellow and orange combo making her insides hurt.

"thanks..." siyeon glances at y/n again before stepping closer to jungkook on instinct. "i had just gotten off of work, so i came over...i hope that's okay."

jungkook nods. "yeah, of course! the more the merrier, right, y/n?" he looks to his friend, who has a hand on her throat, a troubled expression on her face.

"sorry, you two, i'd love to stay and hang but my throat is suddenly killing me," y/n sends a small teasing glance at jungkook who looks away, clenching his jaw. "i better go back to mine and take something." she places a hand on jungkook's arm, bidding farewell, the touch lingering of course. she waves to siyeon who waves back, still clutching onto her man.

"see y'all around! toodles!" y/n sends one last look back at the two of them before heading out, winking at jungkook subtly.

then, she was out.

(i have no beef against crocheting/crocheted hats btw no hate to the crocheting community)

tags:

@bhonbhon @emmie2308 @ttanniett

#jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut #<33333

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pukefactory · 26 days ago

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You write Threadville Oliver so well! I want to squeeze him til he makes a squeaky toy noise! Can I make a request for headcanons where his s/o is as doting as he is? Just trying to make sure he's well fed with good food, doing some of the heavy duty chores so he doesn't have to worry about them and getting rid of that worm making sure he has free time to spend off the farm

･｡ﾟ☆: *. EVERYTHING IN THE GARDEN IS ROSY .* :☆ﾟ.

✿ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Oliver X A Doting Reader

✿ Character(s): Oliver (Threadville)

✿ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

✿ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

✿ Image Credits: @supernob12three on X

❀ You carry two baskets: one for vegetables, and one just for him. He tries to protest at first, wiping sweat from his brow with that frayed handkerchief, mumbling something like, “Well now, you didn’t have to bring me a whole dang lunch—jeepers, that’s rhubarb pie ain’t it?” You cut him off with a kiss to the forehead. “I wanted to.” His ears go red. He eats in silence, smiling so wide it crinkles his whole face.

❀ Oliver’s garden gets a little out of hand when he’s distracted, so you’ve taken to sneaking in before sunrise to weed the beds and tuck little notes in the soil: “Good job on the squash today.” “I love you more than bees love blossoms.” He finds them every morning and pins them up on the rafters with clothes pegs. You pretend not to notice he keeps every single one.

❀ Worm doesn’t like you. Good. Because you despise Worm. You’ve made it your personal quest to keep that dirt-drenched pest out of the garden, standing guard with a rusty tin pail and a spoon like it’s a sword. When Oliver asks why you’re always out by the radishes at night, you just shrug and say, “Oh, just keeping things cozy.” He doesn’t know you shouted “GET OFF HIS CABBAGE, YOU SLIMY MONSTER” just yesterday. But he does know he’s been sleeping easier.

❀ The chores are shared, but when Oliver is feeling burnt out (and you always know), you let him sleep in while you collect eggs and prep breakfast. The moment he shuffles in—half-asleep and smelling like sunshine—you greet him with a kiss and a cup of tea sweetened with honey. “Today’s off-duty for you,” you whisper. “I already did the work.” “But I’m s’posed to—” “Shh. You deserve to rest.” He sits in your lap instead of a chair. Doesn’t argue again.

❀ There’s an old patch of land near the barn that Oliver swears is too rocky for anything to grow—but you’ve been sneaking compost and seeds into it for weeks now. One day, while walking home, he gasps and drops his basket. Morning glories. A sea of them. He turns to you, and he’s got that look, like he’s about to cry but too happy to do it right. “Did you…?” “I wanted you to have something just for you.”

❀ He forgets to eat when he’s focused. You learned the hard way when he passed out in the squash field. Now you bring snacks in a patchwork pouch and toss them to him like dog treats when he gets that glassy, tunnel-vision look. “Oliver. Eat.” “But I was just—” “Eat, or I’m calling Veena.” He eats. Grumbles. Then smiles when you ruffle his hair.

❀ Sometimes when the memories creep in—his dad’s hat still hanging on the door, the time he couldn’t afford shoes for Jasper—he gets real quiet. You don’t speak. You wrap him in your arms and play a record softly in the background until his breathing evens out. He tells you later, “You make the bad things feel like bedtime stories. Not gone, but soft.” You press your forehead to his and say, “You made me soft, too.”

❀ You sew patches into his jeans when he rips them, always shaped like hearts or stars. Oliver tries to act bashful but ends up showing off the new patches to everyone. “Yep, my partner sewed that one. And that one too! Ain’t they just the best? Look, this one’s shaped like a little eggplant!” You act like you’re exasperated, but it warms your chest every time.

❀ You and Oliver do romcom nights once a week. He cries during every movie. You tease him for it. But the moment you sniffle, he’s pressing kisses to your knuckles, offering tissues and saying things like, “You don’t gotta be brave tonight. I’ll do the crying for both of us.” And he does. Loudly. You think he might actually be in love with Meg Ryan.

❀ He doesn’t say “I love you” with words, not often. He says it by saving the biggest tomatoes for your sandwich. By building you a scarecrow that looks suspiciously like you. By dancing with you in the kitchen, a track of dusty boots and muddy socks sliding across the wood. By whispering into your ear, when he thinks you’re asleep, “I hope I’m makin’ you as happy as you make me.” You always pretend you’re asleep just a little longer.

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kayywaiii · 26 days ago

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good person !! ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

{prohero!izuku x neighbor!reader}

summary : after a particularly shitty night and a heroic sleep rescue leaves you keen over a mysteriously kind man, you find him again after a run in with his very not allowed cat.

mood song : carnival - the cardigans (- w - )

words : 3.3k wrds

warnings : light cursing, FLUFF, kissing, tan curly haired izuku agenda, mentions of scars+injury, crushing izuku, light themes of stalking, (not really tho) izuku goes feral for reader, reader has a dog, izuku has a cat, next door romance

authors note: i literally stopped a wip for this bc i just saw the vision like in my near future ... also like i made this cute banner and for what now i had to finish it !! also i was probably riding on the motivation of knowing izuku's the number 4 hero now uh hell yeah

You weren’t making it to class on time tomorrow, you were sure of it.

God, could their arguing get any louder? Why this late at night? What could it possibly even be about?

Something about rent… and then something else about another girl. Then an entire monologue about heroes and villains… was this guy serious? You stared at your apartment ceiling, two pillows pressed against your ears and a hopeful thought that a lighting strike would just take both of them down ringing through your head. Maybe then you could get a full night's rest, or at the very least, enough for your class tomorrow morning. You promised to yourself that you weren’t normally that violent, just particularly sleepy– and to be fair to them you weren’t a fierce arbiter of the complex rules either. There were three:

No Loud Noises After 10pm Keep Respectful of Complex Property Absolutely No Pets

It’s not like you strictly followed all three… you were housing a small dog, Kiwi, even though your landlord made it personally clear that there were no pets allowed. And you tried to get rid of her a few months ago when you first moved in, you really did. But her floppy ears, spots on her cheeks that were reminiscent of freckles, and lightly browned fur had you swooning, and before you even knew it, you were already hiding her toys during inspections.

So, maybe it felt a little hypocritical to wish death upon the couple on the breezeway outside. Still, you had half a mind to go out there and lecture them until they both worked out whatever grudge they had against each other. A dog was one thing, especially if she never barked, not even once. But these people outside— they did a whole lot of barking. And you almost got up too, clad in your pajamas and all, ready to stumble into the outdoor hallway and curse until your point got across. But a voice, smooth and decadent interrupted their yelling, so sweet you could practically hear the soft smile he wore. The man coaxed the both of them not only to calm down, but apologize too. And… god, was he making them hug? You were baffled by the sheer volume of the diplomatic people skills this person must have been sporting, you were sure it must be their quirk. Whatever it was it got them quiet enough for you to drift off to sleep, sullen and dreaming about a man that would whisk you away with a smile.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

A shuffling at your window the next morning awoke you, dazed and confused after the best sleep in your life. Something about that guy’s voice just brought you there, damn there hanging off your twin sized bed and drool swept against the inner corner of your mouth. You lifted your head, running a hand over your hair before sliding off your bed to make a quick coffee. You muttered something about a breezy shower and– was the sun shining a little brighter this morning? You swore your copious amounts of house plants looked fuller with life today, your posters of various heroes illuminated and basking in the glory of the bright sun. You swore your small studio looked bigger in a sense, more light as you took out your takeout from the fridge. You stood at your counter, shoveling noodles into your mouth and breathing in this much needed– and much limited– time of peace.

Another shuffling at the window just above your bed startled you, setting the takeout box down and climbing on top of the bed built into the nook of your room between the apartment and bathroom wall. A small cat purred at your window, eyes wide and big and brown, brushing its fur at the glass. It meows loudly, putting its paw over the hatch and seemingly gesturing you to open your window. Candles and small potted plants lined the ledge of the window, making it hard for you to find the lock to click it open. When you finally did, the small thing leapt through the opening and straight onto your bed. You scoff, bewildered. You weren’t the only person in the complex breaking the rules, you guessed.

“Hey there, sweet thing…where's your owner?” You scrunch your eyebrows together, watching the cat hop down from your bed and stretch over your floor like it owned the space it sat. It let out a soft meow, large eyes blinking back at you as it skipped over your furniture and picked at your plants. Then, that voice– rugged and clearly fatigued called out from the open corridors outside.

“Neko?” He spoke, the sounds of clattering pots and keychains ringing from right outside your apartment door. He swore faintly when a pot shattered on the ground. Swept potting mix scattered under your door at the attempt of a makeshift cleanup, the whoosh of stray dead leaves catching the cat's attention and it scratched at the door. “Neko, come on– I’ve got work…”

“Is that you? Are you Neko?” You mumbled, clicking open your door. Reflected green shot across your vision, sun rays passing through his curls and painting your apartment walls like the Sistine Chapel. A light breeze whisked past the green’s hair and led your eyes to his tan, freckled face, one that knocked the thoughts right from your skull. He smelled of vanilla and freshly groomed puppies, like something soft you could just flop into, sleep for a little while. He swore, eyes widening at your sudden appearance, and carding a hand lightly through his tresses. Then he groaned, trying to brush white broken clay shards into his gloved palm.

“Crap, I’m– I’m so, so sorry… I’ll replace this.” He hurriedly muttered, flicking his head down and furrowing his brows in contained frustration. Your breath left your body, face warming in silent attraction as you cleared your throat and leaned over him to check the damage. Hundreds of tiny bits of argil sat at his feet, littered across the breezeway and towards the edge of the corridor. Bits of thick pieces you’d hand painted sat face up on the concrete, and so did the small bud that had been slowly inching towards the complex ceiling for weeks.

“Don’t… stress about it, ‘s fine. Not your fault I was too lazy to take it inside.” You choke up and force a smile, playing with a pimple on the base of the back of your neck. God, you knew you were jittery, watching him stand to his full height and cup the pieces of pot in his clunky gloves. You were hardly able to force out a coherent sentence, nevermind keep up a steady conversation with your next-door neighbor.

Here he was, donning his hero armor and flowing yellow cape that he barely tucked under grey sweats. Chunky red shoes and gloves that clanked against his midriff, and the designs on his chest were faded and worn out. “You’re– Deku… aren’t you?”

“Ah–Izuku,” He gives you a soft smile. “I, uh… don’t think there’s a need for titles, we’re neighbors.” You dorkily nod, keeping your eyes anywhere but his. His presence felt overpowering, yet friendly, fit for the number four hero who not only rocketed in the ranks, but in popularity too.

“Oh– well, thank you.” You curse internally, wishing this morning would already end. He chuckles, and that only seems to make it worse for the raging embarrassment seeping deep into your chest. He lets out an exasperated huff, shaking his head and keeping a strict eye on the doors down the hall. “I should be thanking you for sweeping this little one up.” He scoops his cat up from the floor beside you before opening his door and pushing him into the room. “He likes to roam.” A fond grin crosses his face.

“Actually– I wanted to thank you… for last night?” Your eyes bounce back up to his, taking in the way his biceps flex with every indifferent movement. Your neck heated up when his yellow scarf, faded and caked in dirt stains, fluttered behind him in the chilly spring wind. And God, you wished he was still tired and didn’t notice your shameless, obvious– and oh so necessary– ogling of him through his hero costume. “It was you wasn’t it? I– was actually able to get the best sleep.” You gushed, fighting the urge to drop to your knees and thank him raucously until the neighbors filed a complaint. It was just that important to you. Your sleep, that is.

He stared at you for a moment, before looking at his shoes in modesty and giving you a weak thumbs up. “It’s… no problem, really. It’s still kind of my job even if I’m off the clock.” He shuffled his feet and looked away, curt wind rushing through your thin sweater and making you shiver like a stray dog. You nodded awkwardly, about to retreat back into your studio when his voice called out again.

“I’ve got another way you could thank me!” He suddenly and practically yelled at you, catching a wrist in his blushing hand before dropping his fingers and clearing his throat.

You paused, eyes widening as you looked back at him. His face was visibly red, eyes darting with a nervousness you’d never seen displayed on a pro hero. You flushed, lashes fluttering and you felt so sick. Were you seriously about to throw up in front of him like this?

“Sorry?” You manage to mumble.

“Would…a date be okay?” He swallowed hard, bringing a calloused, gloved hand to his neck and playing with a curl. Your fingers clenched around the handle of the door, blinking in surprise and pure confusion as he watched you carefully, awaiting an answer. The silence was deafening, save for the soft meow and scratching of Neko at the door and the calm breeze whisking past the both of you in waves. Something about his clear nervousness calmed you, giving you enough courage to nod and say, “That’d– be great.”

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Izuku never had great luck with his words, his passionate spiels saved for the nassiest of villains who’d he believed deserved redemption. He just wanted to be a good person, someone that people regarded as a good man, like All Might. With that, his love for saving others always speaks for him, quickly leaving his mouth in perfect and persuasive sentences. With you, however? It was the most challenging thing he’s ever attempted. It'd been months before he finally spoke to you, and he was sure you hardly even knew he lived there due to your clearly starstruck expression. He’d watched you move in, heard you cursing up a storm over university homework, lugging in packages of dog food– which he knew you weren’t supposed to have. And yet still, he only hyped himself up in the expanse of his apartment, opting out of actually getting to the part where he might ask you out.

And so, he only watched you from afar– that was until today, when he’d haphazardly left his bedroom window ajar for his cat to sneak out and hop onto the flower boxes from flat to flat, keen on taking a rest in a particular someone’s bed. And now here you were, Neko languidly stretching at your feet like he hadn’t just ruined Izuku’s life.

And Jesus did you look pretty, a thin sweater flanking a tank and pj pants hanging low on your hips. That was it, his life was ruined. He had no idea what to say to you, you who now looked at him with what he could only guess was annoyance at his breaking of your pot. And then you gave him a smile, assurance lacing your tone and a familiar excitement prevalent when you spoke again.

“You’re Deku, aren’t you?”

That just about killed him. And you were oh so pretty when you spoke– and when you thanked him profusely– that just about killed him too.

Izuku scoured his brain, unable to flip through carefully picked notes and instead having to remember ounces of dating advice from Kacchan and Kirishima. His palms sweated and he brought them to wipe on his sweatpants. God, he felt like a highschooler again, that same dork who stuttered over every syllable. Kacchan would be confident, wouldn’t he? Loudmouthed, cocky– there was nothing keeping him from what he wanted. Izuku just had to channel all that. And that should be easy, right?

Shit, she’s walking away! He grimaced, feeling bile rise in his throat, catching your wrist, tongue finally betraying his mind’s first thoughts.

“I’ve– I’ve got another way you could thank me.” He swallowed and allowed himself to meet your gaze, if only for a split moment.

“...Sorry?”

“Do you want to go out with me?” He tentatively asked, breach catching in his throat at your stricken expression. Your face was red, eyes widening in either shock or pure amusement. A cold wind passed, a moment passing seemingly even longer than that. And his breath all but left his body when you nodded and spoke, a smile widening on your face.

“Okay.”

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His apartment was quaint, similar layout to yours, save for the bathroom adjacent to his small bed. It was a wonder he could even fit in it, you thought, looking over his height and large arms as he stood at his kitchenette opposite of the door. This setting was a lot more intimate than the first few of your dates a few months ago, your first one being to a nice restaurant, and then a lunch picnic at his agency. He always said he wanted to cook for you, which is why now, a few months into your relationship, he finally felt confident enough to do so.

The room smelled of sizzling chicken and boiling noodles, the green bouncing from appliance to appliance muttering recipe ingredients to himself. You watched from the small arm chair he’d forced you to take a seat in, a practically offended look on his face when you offered your help.

“Are you kidding me?” He’d gawked. “Sit, I’ll cook for you.”

So, instead you stared at pictures hung high on his apartment walls, some of his mother and others of his former classmates. Dynamight still wore his signature scowl, even as a teen, and Shoto timidly smiled for the camera. Izuku, clad in his UA uniform beamed bright, messy curls hardly kept like bright, flickering fire catching a swift air. It reminded you of your friends at secondary school, enthusiastic and eager for the world the new heros had promised. And Midoriya’s passion all but reassured you that promise would be kept.

A short curse came from the man and the sound of glass shattering made your eyes flick up to him, his eyebrows scrunched tightly wound as he tried his best to flick the pain from his hand. You rose, quickly moving to where he was crouched near a broken glass jar and a large gash was present on his palm. Neko stretched atop the counter, eyes slit and a guilty meow coming from him. You sank next to Izuku, looking over his wound and bringing a cloth hanging from the oven to his cut. “Thanks…” He muttered, an embarrassed look in his eyes when they finally flicked up to you, to your sympathetic focus. He had to admit though, you looked really pretty up close like this.

“Damn Neko.” He chuckled and you followed suit, helping him up and to his bathroom. It was a simple four by four, the mirror decked with motivational sticky notes and inspirational All Might posters. He blushed even more, clearing his throat and coming to a stand in front of the mirror, standing taller over the posters. “Bandages?” You asked, too preoccupied with his palm to tease him about it. “Under the sink.” He answered, voice cracking and eyes widened when you sat him down on the toilet. A comfortable silence washed over you and you as you rushed warm water over the previously used cloth and pressed it to his hand. His hands were warm, soft– apart from the countless scars littering his skin. This one, this one was just another notch added to his countless array.

“I never pegged you for the rule breaking type, Midoriya.” You raised an eyebrow, giving him a teasing smile and he gave you a soft one back.

You rummaged through his cabinet while he watched in barely contained awe. He held his wrist, now dripping with blood and a swallow bobbing his throat as he nodded. “He’s a stray. It was cold– and it was raining… I couldn’t find it in me to leave him alone.”

“That… sounds just like you… actually.” You chuckled, running the cloth under the water again and watching the clear liquid turn crimson.

“What, a hero?” He wore a half-hearted smile, eyes flicking between you and his palm.

“Mm… a good person.”

His heart stuttered in his chest, breath slowing while he watched you press the bandage across his rough skin. He didn’t wince, not because it didn’t sting, but because he couldn’t help but redirect all his senses to you. His chest warmed, spreading throughout and up his throat like a liquid. You were too good and apparently you thought he was too.

“A good person, hm?”

“Of course.” You hummed, oblivious to the rising warmth of his cheeks and the goosebumps prickling on his skin. Did you not know how much you affected him?

And he can’t help but lean down and capture your lips with his, leaving his bandage half lifting in the hurry of his passion. He pressed his hand to your thigh and then under it, effectively lifting you and on to his lap. Izuku tilted his head, delving deeper as you cup his freckled cheeks and giggle a soft, surprised sound.

“Izu–”

A strangled groan left his lips at your nickname, a knowing grin smiling into his mouth. You pushed back with just as much fervor, running your fingers over his scalp and sinking them deep into his curls. You whined when he pulled back, pressing chaste pecks to your neck and collarbone and cheek, seemingly drunk off the mere thought of you. His eyes were glazed over, hair tousled from your fingers running through it and he kept pulling you closer like you were about to disappear. He’s clearly timid, shy– but he clumsily presses his lips onto yours like he’d known to do this his entire life.

It’s only when he hears the smoke detector ringing that he pulls away, slipping you off his lap. He presses another kiss to your face before going to the kitchen where smoke pillows, lifting off the now burnt food and straight into the detector. He curses once more, fanning away smoke like his life solely depended on it, trying to calm the device before it annoyed the neighbors enough to contact the landlord. He carded a hand through his hair, watching you softly giggle at the entire fiasco. He let out a somewhat dejected sigh, giving you a sloppy grin and sliding across the room to cup your face.

“I’m– sorry about dinner, love.” He exhales, but can’t help but give you more kisses on your jaw and cheek. He seemingly couldn’t pull away, large hands locked onto you like a wayward lifeline.

“It’s cool, Zu… let's order takeout, mhm?”

And Neko yawned, meowing in agreement atop his wooden dresser.

#bnha bakugo katsuki #izuku fluff #fluff writer #my hero acedamia #shoto todoroki #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #katsuki bakugou #mha bakugou #bhna x reader #izuku x reader #izuku x you #izuku midoriya #izuku my beloved #mha deku #deku #bnha deku #kacchan

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odd-chips · 3 months ago

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Been wanting to make a chart about the designs for Cap'n and crew I had in mind when I made [the first comic], and finally got around to it! (This did make me tempted to distinguish Cap'n more, but she's supposed to be pretty standard so I probably won't hIOLKJDF)

And then a chart about their most hated moons/entities! (Explanations under the cut)

For all of them, I wanted at least one base game entity and one update entity! (The one they hate the most is in red)

Cap'n: The eyeless dog distaste is obvious with her "condition". The incident is also why she doesn't like Assurance. (She's got a hint of trauma)

They're also not a fan of old birds cause those things are LOUD and [they can't stand loud noises anymore]. This is ALSO why she doesn't like Embrion since it's full of those hoes hIOLKJDF

And I think before the incident, she didn't like hoarding bugs for very simple reasons: she doesn't like her stuff getting jacked. >:/!! They're easy enough to deal with, but my God.

Mav: He hates Bracken. Just genuinely SUCH a nuisance having to look behind himself constantly, and with how often they show up on Vow, that's a least fave moon.

The masked creep him the HELL out. Genuinely cannot stand them at ALL. She had an incident with one with a previous crew, and ever since, masked entities are on her shitlist for real. It's on SIGHT! 👊🏿💥!!

Skeets: As the designated tall person of the group, having to look UP at an entity unsettles her. That is a PEOPLE but it's NOT a people.

She also doesn't like nutcrackers/jesters because of them being facsimiles of children's toys and that's upsetting. :(

She doesn't care for March because the big lake in the middle makes her nervous. Maybe she can't swim? I didn't think that far ahead, haha.

Kid: You'll notice all of them are bugs. Because... [he can't stand bugs] hIOLKJFD (The butler was the WORST to find out about. He thought it was just ugly, not human skin full of hornets.)

The maneater is the worst of the bunch. Everyone thinks they're so cute, Skeets especially, but he knows that it's fucked up and evil.

And he dislikes Adamance for purely petty reasons: he gets so tired walking up and down the steep inclines with his tiny child legs HILKJFD

#artists on tumblr #lethal company #lethal company oc #capn tag #my draws #sfw

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starkwlkr · 2 months ago

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OMG pls do hugh and baby alex when he's just figuring everythibg out and being a little inexperienced nerd with the baby 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

an: just a couple of first time nerdy parents making star wars references

The couple looked at their baby boy, who was staring at them. They probably looked like idiots having a staring contest with a baby

“Are you sure he’s ours?” Hugh questioned as Alex blinked.

“Yeah, that’s what the nurse said,” Y/n then picked up Alex and tried to get him to make a noise by greeting him in a high pitched voice. “Hi Alex, I’m your mommy!”

“No you’re doing it wrong, you got to do darth vader like this,” Hugh grabbed their son and proceeded to lower his voice mimicking darth vader’s breathing as well. “Alex, I am your father.”

Alex blinked as a response.

“Nothing. Are you sure we got the right one?” Hugh asked once more.

“Maybe it’s not him, it’s us.” Y/n hates to admit that. Were they doing the whole parenting thing correct?

“I knew we should’ve kept those parenting books your mum gave us.” Hugh sighed. “Okay, we’ll it’s time for a nap, let’s go. Yeah, maybe a nap is going to make things better.” Hugh walked towards Alex’s nursery. The nursery had bits of his parents, x-men plush toys and avengers in his crib, baby clothes with marvel characters and star wars quotes.

“I have to get started on laundry. Let me know if you need help.” Y/n said as she walked to the laundry room.

Something that Hugh loved to do was read a book to the baby even if Alex had no idea what was happening. Hugh sat on the rocking chair that was a gift from Halle Berry and picked up a book. It was really a coincidence because the book ended up being a marvel book specifically about wolverine.

“Funny, did you put this here? Or maybe it was your mum. . .” Hugh joked as he adjusted Alex in his arms. “When you’re older you can come visit me when I’m saving the world. You’ll love it. But I hope you won’t be scared when you see dad with metal claws. Don’t worry, I’ll still be dad.”

Alex then made baby noises as if he was responding to his dad.

“Yeah, you’ll love meeting everyone.” Hugh pressed a kiss to the top of his son’s head. “Okay, James grew up in a big house. It was in the mountains. He played with his friends Rose and Dog. . .”

The dim glow of the nightlight casting soft shadows across the room. Alex, just a few months old, was nestled in his arms, his tiny hands gripping Hugh’s shirt as he slowly drifted in and out of sleep. The book in Hugh’s hand was one he never thought he’d actually read out loud to a baby.

“—and then Logan, that’s me—uh, I mean, Wolverine—he used his adamantium claws to—" Hugh paused, glancing down at Alex, who let out a tiny, gurgling noise. “Let’s skip that.”

Just as he said that, the door creaked open, and Y/n stepped in. “So what’s the verdict? Is he team avengers or x-men?”

“To be determined actually. Would not be surprised if he thinks the fantastic four are better than us.” Y/n huffed a soft laugh.

“Thought it was nap time . .” Y/n approached her son and ran her hand through his head full of hair. Alex’s eyes were wide open.

Hugh sighed. “I don’t know, love. I figured a story would help, but I have no idea what I’m doing.”

She watched Alex’s little face scrunch up before he let out a tiny whimper. Both parents froze, holding their breath as if any movement would set off a full-blown crying session.

“Okay, what now?” Hugh whispered.

“Shh, I don’t know,” Y/N whispered back, reaching to gently pat Alex’s back. “Should we rock him? Or maybe he’s too warm?”

Hugh nodded quickly. “Right, right. I’ll rock him.” He started swaying side to side, but the motion was too quick, and Alex started to cry.

“Oh no, oh no,” Hugh muttered, panicked, slowing his movements immediately.

Y/n covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. “You dancing now?”

“I panicked!” Hugh whisper-yelled. “I don’t want to mess him up!”

Y/N exhaled, adjusting her robe as she gently took Alex into her arms. “We both don’t know what we’re doing, Hugh. But, I mean, he’s alive, right? That’s something.”

Hugh chuckled, leaning his head on Y/n’s shoulder as they both watched their son begin to settle again.

“I just . . . I want to be a good dad,” he admitted after a moment. “But what if I screw up?”

Y/n turned her head slightly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Then we figure it out together. We’re both first-timers here. No one really knows what they’re doing.”

Hugh sighed, wrapping an arm around her. “I guess that makes me feel a little better.”

Suddenly Alex slowly faded into a deep sleep. Or at least they thought because after putting him in his crib and walking out the door, Alex let out a wail loud enough to shake the walls.

Hugh groaned, already turning back. “Alright, whose turn is it?”

Y/N sighed. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

And thus, another sleepless night began.

#marvel actress!reader #hugh jackman blurb #hugh jackman x reader #hugh jackman one shot #hugh jackman imagine #hugh jackman fanfic #hugh jackman fanfiction #hugh jackman #dad!hugh jackman

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yourkidinthedark · 4 days ago

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Happy belated Birthday-Part 2

Parings: Reader X Bucky Barnes X Platonic!Thunderbolts

Warnings: References to Sex, Swearing, Graphic Gore, Reader is shot, Panic attacks

Notes: As promised here is part 2 :) Click here for Part 1!

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You practically dragged him by his shirt into your apartment, all traces of sleep leaving your eyes as he handed you the flowers. The bouquet was adorned with vibrant pinks, purples, and yellows.

“I didn’t know which flower was your favorite, so I got a few that looked pretty,” he said, smiling. His eyes held a smitten gaze as he watched your smile grow.

“You could have brought me a bouquet of dandelions, and I’d still love them,” you said as you inspected the assortment, your heart fluttering at the old-fashioned gesture. “Thank you, Bucky. Really, you didn’t have to do that.”

You led him through your entryway hallway into the kitchen. Your apartment was small, but every inch of it felt like you. Bucky took in the photos hung on the walls and all your little décor scattered around on shelves and countertops. It sparked something in him that he hadn't felt in a while—a feeling of home. He set the tray of coffee down on your kitchen counter as you searched for a vase to house your flowers. The sun cast beautiful orange streaks throughout the room, catching his frame like a painting fit for the Louvre. He removed his sunglasses and tucked them onto the collar of his shirt.

“I know we’re heading out on a mission later today and I can't spoil you the way I want to, so I thought I’d at least give you something nice to wake up to,” he said, running a hand through his beautifully messy hair.

You made your way across the kitchen and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Well, this is certainly a good way to wake up; I could get used to this,” you said, resting your head against his chest. “But I could think of a way you could improve.” You felt his arms drape around you, and you couldn’t remember a time you felt this way.

“Yeah? What’s that, pretty girl?”

You stood on your tiptoes and whispered into his ear, “I would have liked to wake up with you beside me, still sore from the night before.”

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat, and you could practically feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. Making him flustered was your new favorite thing. He may be the Winter Soldier, but his experience with women still dated back to the '40s. Maybe that was what you found so alluring and charming about him.

Sure, you’d had a few boyfriends throughout your life, but being a highly trained assassin definitely didn’t make finding love easy. The way Bucky makes you feel is like a supernova to the chest. You had admired him from afar: how he put his team first, the way he fights for what he believes in with everything he has. You even remembered referring to him as “the perfect example of boyfriend material” to Yelena once when you were training. That comment was met with Yelena making a gagging noise.

But now here he was, hugging you tightly in the first rays of sunlight in your kitchen, like it was the most natural thing. And with him, it was. All the nights you spent talking that left you pining for him like a lovesick teenager were behind you.

Fingers tracing your jawline tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes. A lazy smile on his face, he leaned in and kissed you softly. Tender lips moved slowly in sync with yours, drawing out a baited sigh from your mouth. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair and toying with the chain of his dog tags tucked just under his shirt. His hands moved slowly and with intent, resting on your hips, absentmindedly pulling you closer to him, the heat from his body creating a safe haven you leaned into.

“Where were you hiding that, Barnes?” you joked, lips still ghosting his.

“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.”

The morning went by way too fast for your liking. You were sitting together on the sofa, your legs draped over his lap. You always found it easy to talk with Bucky. He listened to every word you said, never interrupting or making you feel ashamed of your thoughts and opinions. The faint sound of the street below harmonized with your conversations—a perfect symphony you never wanted to stop listening to.

Eventually, you pulled away from his grasp with a long sigh. “I suppose I should get myself together for work. I wouldn't want to get ‘a talking to’ from my boss,” you joked, and Bucky groaned.

“Don’t say it like that; it sounds weird.”

“What? You are,” you said pointedly.

“Okay, yeah, maybe,” he said. “But what you are to me far outweighs that. And if I had the choice, both of us would be sitting out of this mission, tucked away here where nobody could find us.”

You internally swooned. “Maybe one day. We’ll retire and be free to just do nothing together.”

“I like the sound of that,�� he said, pulling you in for a quick kiss. And with that, you stood up, stretching your muscles, and disappeared down the hall.

The mission was to take place at noon, meeting at the helipad at the Watchtower. You and Bucky walked down the busy street hand in hand, the leather jacket you borrowed the night before hiding his vibranium arm among the hustle and bustle of city folk making their morning commute. You knew Bucky well enough to know he didn’t enjoy having people stare at him like he was going to suddenly turn into the Winter Soldier and kill everyone on sight. Whenever he appeared in public with his arm on display, he seemed more quiet and reserved.

When you got to the Watchtower, you dropped his hand. Bucky gave you a puzzled look.

“It probably wouldn't look great if we just waltzed in, you know, as ‘us,’” you said. “Well, I guess Yelena more than likely knows, but other than that, the team might think I’m just trying to get special treatment.”

“You are getting special treatment, though,” he laughed, and you swatted his chest. “But you should also know that Bob knows.” You looked at him in shock.

“Bob?!”

“Yeah, well, I had to tell someone about how you had taken over my every waking thought, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be Walker. Besides, that kid is incredibly intuitive, and he picked up on it first.”

“Okay, so Yelena and Bob—that’s only a strong 40% of the remaining team that knows, excluding us.” You did the math; your odds of keeping this quiet weren't great, you had to admit, but it would be fun to see how long the secret could last.

The elevator ride up was quick, and you genuinely contemplated hitting all the buttons on the door to prolong this quietness with Bucky a little longer. Stealing a quick kiss from you, he looked you in the eyes.

“My place after we get back?” he whispered, his forehead against yours.

“You don't even have to ask.” You quickly kissed him again, but soon enough, the doors opened to the Avengers' common area, and all trace of ‘you and him’ was gone.

You and Bucky walked out casually, like you both just spontaneously arrived at the same time. You really tried to look anywhere other than Yelena’s shit-eating grin, but it found you like a beacon. You gave her a stern look that told her you’d fill her in later.

“Okay, everyone, listen up,” Bucky began with strong authority that made your knees weak. Jesus, this was going to be harder than you thought. “We know what we’re after. Valentina has graciously given us the files pertaining to the mystery disease. Even though she is responsible for creating it, we still have to go in and stop this ragtag group from making it and using it to their advantage.”

You heard Ava mumble under her breath, “I swear we are glorified janitors at this point.” You and Yelena snorted.

Bucky continued, “Since this chemical can compromise your ability to move, think, and operate, everyone with super soldier serum is on the front lines.” Alexei shot up.

“YES! Mr. Soldier, I will not disappoint! I spent years drinking poison to become immune! I visit sick kids in hospitals to make them happy. I have had every disease; this makes me strong!”

Bucky ran a hand down his face. “Right... So John, Alexei, and I will go in first. Ava, Yelena, and Y/N, I need you to secure the perimeter and make sure no one gets in or out. Then you need to plant explosives at these entry points so we can level the lab after we get what we need. Ava, you will take the East side, Yelena, the West, and Y/N, you will take the North.”

You nodded, trusting Bucky’s information and plan of attack. He had been through hell on earth many times before and always had a way of surviving. You trusted that this time wouldn't be any different.

You all bid your goodbyes to Bob and shuffled into the elevator, making your way to the helipad at the top of the tower. There, you found the Quinjet priming the engines, kicking up dust. You entered and found a seat in the cargo hold, strapping yourself in. You hadn't even finished clicking the belt until you felt Yelena plunk down beside you.

“This morning, you entered the common room with Bucky,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Well spotted; you could be a secret agent or something,” you said just loud enough to be heard over the hum of the engine.

Yelena rolled her eyes. “You are seriously doing this? Just tell me! I have been watching you two for MONTHS. I cannot take it any longer; it’s like having the Netflix subscription canceled when you're on the last season of a good show.”

“That’s really sad, and you need to get a life. But yes, we had a few... friendly exchanges. We haven't gone as far as to label it yet, but definitely more than friends.”

“I knew it! You have to tell me everything.”

“I thought you said we were disgusting?”

“I did, but I lied. I thought it would motivate you or something. Like I said, I don't know how to do the whole friend thing, but I am making an effort, and that counts, right?” She said, causing you to roll your eyes. And then, you told her everything.

The jet landed with a jolt, and you mentally thanked yourself for actually strapping in this time. The trip was longer than you expected; the last light from the sun had just sunk below the horizon. Alexei was the first to exit the jet; he practically left a ‘Red Guardian’ shaped hole in the wall. John followed after, securing his bent shield to his arm. Then it was Bucky; he gave you a look as if to say “Don’t die,” which you returned wholeheartedly. Hesitantly, he followed the other super soldiers into the lab.

Yelena, Ava, and you departed immediately after, flanking to your agreed-upon stations. You heard both of them confirm they were in position over your comms after a few minutes. Unfortunately, you were a few hundred feet from your post when you first noticed a group of armed men. You assessed the situation quickly and noted 19 soldiers carrying assault rifles. Your odds weren't great, if you had to admit, but you had definitely dealt with way worse.

Looping around slightly to attack from a different angle, you had to think quickly. Ripping the pin from a smoke grenade, you made your move. The grenade went off, clouding the scene in thick fog. You advanced like a shark on its prey. The first soldier, you took out with a slash to the Achilles tendon. You grabbed his gun, crushing the hilt of it against his nose in a sickening crunch. The second, you shot in the shoulder and knee, sending him to the ground with a shriek. A static-laden voice spoke through your comms.

“Y/N, what’s your status?” You recognized it as Ava.

“Busy,” you said, throwing a knife at another soldier, hitting him in the gut. Taking out the rest one by one was no easy feat. You were bleeding, bruised, and you were pretty sure a couple of your ribs had been broken in the process.

“Y/N, status.” You heard Bucky’s voice ring through the comms, biting back a hint of worry. You were just about to respond when you heard it—a faint shuffle behind you, and then an ear-piercing shot rang out. White-hot pain spread through your shoulder as you stumbled backward. Another shot rang out, and pain in your thigh mirrored your shoulder. Another, in your hip. Another, in your side. You fell to your knees and grabbed a discarded gun one of the soldiers dropped and pulled the trigger on the gunman. You watched the life leave his eyes as he slumped over, a bullet hole dead center in his forehead.

You were heaving in pain, the sensation creating black dots in the corners of your vision. But you had to get the explosives to the coordinates that Bucky had told you. If you were going to die, you at least wanted this shithole blown sky high. Bucky was counting on you.

With the last bit of strength you could muster, you stumbled forward. The explosion site wasn't far—just a few feet—but it felt like miles. Your blood was draining, and your suit was damp with the sticky sensation it brought. Your head was swimming, but somehow you managed to reach the explosion site. You set the explosives up and tried to get as far away as possible. You only managed to get a few feet before exhaustion took over. You fell against a tree, your back sliding all the way down until you were sitting on the ground. Your head was dizzy from the pain or the blood loss, you weren't sure. You heard a voice in your comms again.

“Y/N, come on, I'm going to need a status. We’re almost done here,” Bucky said with urgency.

Bucky. You thought fondly. You promised him that you would come home to him. You’d just hoped it wouldn't be in a body bag. This morning felt so far away. How did you go from being the safest you’ve ever felt to dying against a tree in the middle of nowhere? You’d just hoped that Bucky would be okay, that he would survive this. Your strength was fading fast, but you kept your eyes trained on the North entrance for as long as they let you. The pressure you were applying became lighter as you felt your consciousness slipping away. You held your fingers to your comm.

“4 Gun-sshot wounds... E-explosives... placed...” you mumbled, and you let sleep take over.

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Bucky didn't think he had trigger words anymore that would wake the Winter Soldier, but hearing your voice say those words summoned him. Bucky became lethal.

“Where are you?” he yelled into the comm, his voice thick with fear. When he got no response, his blood turned to ice.

“Bucky, go. We will take care of this,” John said, putting vials into an airtight container. That's all Bucky needed to hear. He took off in a sprint down the dimly lit hallway of the lab. He ran into a soldier and didn't even give him a chance to react. Bucky grabbed the soldier's head and slammed it into the concrete floor with pure vibranium force. He saw the blood spatter like a Jackson Pollock painting. He moved on, navigating the hallways like a labyrinth. Two soldiers stood between him and the exit. Eyes sharp, he looked at them through his brows. One of the soldiers threw a knife, aiming for Bucky’s head. He caught it mid-air, his metal arm whirring with swiftness. With all the strength his metal arm could muster, he threw the knife back at the soldier. It hit him square in the chest with so much force that the blade and the hilt were entirely buried. The other soldier tried to drop his gun, holding his hands up in surrender. Bucky, seeing nothing but images of you hurt or, worse, dying, approached the trembling soldier. Vibranium connecting with flesh, he picked the soldier up by his throat, suspending him in the air. Blood rushed to the soldier's head as Bucky willed the vibranium to crush the man’s windpipe. Bones and cartilage crunched, and the man’s life was taken.

Bucky moved, looping to the North side of the lab where you were to be stationed. The first thing he noticed was the scattered bodies of the soldiers you dropped—19 total. If he wasn't scared out of his mind, he would have stopped to admire your work. Bucky's eyes surveyed the scene with assassin-level precision. 18 of the 19 were alive, just disabled. The 19th was dead, a gunshot wound to the head. The corpse still holding a rifle.

He knew you couldn't be far from the scene; his mind raced with all the possibilities that could have happened in the time it took him to get to you. With all his strength, he pushed it to the back of his mind and focused. He spotted blood spread generously over the ferns, leading into the forest. Instantly, he was moving. The blood-spattered trail made his heart seize. He couldn't lose you. Not when he just got you. Not when he hadn't even taken you out on a date yet. Not when he never got to tell you that he loved you.

He found you slumped over yourself, completely and utterly broken. The scream that ripped through him was raw and guttural. He was at your side in seconds.

“No! No, don't you do this to me! Wake up, come on!” he rushed out frantically. His sobs were coming out broken and uneven. He couldn’t breathe. With shaking hands, he applied pressure to your wounds. He spoke into the comm.

“We can’t—she’s—someone bring the fucking jet,” he screamed, emotions pouring out.

He had seen thousands of injured comrades in his life, but nothing got to him the way you did. You were his second chance at life, but now you were barely clinging to yours. You were always untouchable; you held a fierce confidence wherever you went. It was one of the things that caught his eye about you. But now here you were, lying in his lap, looking as fragile as glass. He couldn't take it.

“How bad is it, Bucky?” Yelena’s voice came, caked in worry. “Rounding the jet now.”

He didn't lie. “Bad.”

He cried as he gently rocked your unconscious body. Your breathing was coming out in slow, shallow breaths. He whispered into your hair, “I’m sorry; I’m so fucking sorry.” He was in the middle of a panic attack. Sobs and uneven breaths ripped through him uncontrollably. “I love you; please don't leave me, not here, not yet. I am begging you, Y/N, stay alive. Please.”

Soon, the rumble of the jet was audible. He saw the lights of the jet touch down in a nearby clearing. He picked you up in a swift motion and carried your limp body to the jet. Yelena met him at the mouth of the door.

“I called the Tower; the medical team is on standby,” she said quickly. “Jesus, Y/N,” she muttered as the full extent of your wounds was visible to her. “Put her on the table.”

Bucky set you down as if you were fine china. His body was shaking from panic. Yelena wasted no time getting to work, with Ava and John working as her assistants. She barked orders, and they obliged without question. Losing you was not an option for the team, and they knew it. Bucky sank to the floor and watched helplessly as the team worked on you, patching you up the best they could with the supplies they had. Alexei knelt down beside him, patting his shoulder.

“She’s a tough kid,” he said. “I have no doubt she will pull through.”

Bucky didn't say anything. He physically couldn't. How could he have gone from spending a lazy morning with you, curled up on your couch, sharing coffee, to watching you bleed out on a steel makeshift table?

The ride was agonizingly long. Bucky cursed his super soldier hearing. He could hear your heartbeat struggling to keep going. No matter how hard he tried not to listen, it was all he could hear. At some point, John had brought a chair and set it next to you. He motioned for Bucky to take a seat, and even though Bucky and John had had their differences, Bucky was entirely grateful.

Yelena kept you alive, and Bucky was already planning on putting her in his will. She worked like a machine, threading an IV into your veins, changing your dressing, keeping pressure on your wounds. She stepped up when he couldn't, and he would forever be in her debt.

There was a huge jolt, and the jet had landed at the Watchtower. When the door opened, a fleet of medics rushed in. The Avengers made room so they could take you away and work on you. As soon as they came to get you, they were gone, leaving a hollow, dark black hole in Bucky’s chest.

“Come here, big guy,” Yelena said, letting the soldier lean on her for support. Numbly, he made his way inside the tower with her. Your blood was soaked on his tactical gear, leaving his skin feeling sticky and wet. When he reached the common room, Bob was there to meet him. His eyes widened at the sight of all the blood on both Bucky and Yelena.

“She’s going to be okay, Barnes,” Yelena said. “She’s too stubborn to leave you. I’ve watched her pine over you for months,” she said, rubbing his back in an attempt to comfort him.

“Why don't you go shower, and Bob will be on standby and relay any news immediately,” she added. Bob nodded, eager to help his friend.

“I will even come into the shower if I hear anything,” he said, and Yelena threw him a look.

“That is not helpful; do not come into my shower unless you want to be dead.” Her threat was empty, but Bob still looked nervous.

And so that's what Bucky did. He peeled his suit from his body, heavy with blood, and slipped into the warm shower. The water soothed his overused muscles, but did nothing to soothe his mind. He kept seeing the images of you laying broken on the forest floor. You still somehow managed to look ethereal despite being covered in blood and dirt. He stepped out of the shower, going through the motions but not really present. After dressing, he made his way to the elevator. John caught his arm before he stepped in.

“Look, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry this happened. It’s obvious she’s not just a teammate to you. If it were Olivia, I'd shred this whole world apart in search of some sort of justice,” he said, keeping firm eye contact.

Bucky didn't know what to say, so he just nodded appreciatively before stepping in and hitting the button for the Med Bay. He found Yelena crouched outside the door in an oversized tee and a pair of pajama shorts. Her hair was wet from just having freshly showered. She didn't say anything, but Bucky noticed the tear stains on her face. He slid down the wall beside her, sitting in comfortable but fragile silence.

“I hate to say it, but she is my best friend,” Yelena spoke, her lip quivering slightly. “I’m sorry; I tried to stay strong for you, but I am really fucking scared.” She said, hiding her head in her knees. Bucky didn't speak for a moment; he just let her cry. Eventually, he put his hand on her shoulder.

“I’m scared too,” he said, his free hand toying with his dog tags.

“You know she talks about you all the time. Even if you guys just started to move past the ‘friends’ stage, she never shuts up about you.”

The tears that were threatening to fall finally spilled over in his eyes. Yelena leaned on his shoulder, and for a moment they just cried together—Yelena for her best friend and Bucky for the love of his life.

It was around 6 AM when a doctor exited the Med Bay. Both Bucky and Yelena were on their feet in an instant.

“She’s stable; we were able to stop the bleeding and give her a few rounds of blood. The bullet in her shoulder and hip hit her joints, so she will have to undergo some pretty serious physical therapy, but other than that, I don't see this impacting her long term,” the doctor said, and you could practically see the relief radiating off of Bucky and Yelena. “She is resting, but please feel free to see her.”

“Go,” Yelena said. “I'll give you guys some space.”

That's all Bucky needed to hear. He navigated the Med Bay like a madman trying to find you, and when he finally did, his world stopped.

You were hooked up to various wires, but the steady beeping of the heart monitor made up for it. He sat down in the chair next to your bed. His hands reached for you, and he laced his fingers through yours.

“You don’t know how bad you scared me, Doll,” he said, his voice wavering. “I never had anything worth protecting, but now I’d spend every day of my life just making sure you’re okay. I have never loved someone the way I love you. Please come back to me.”

“Hell of a confession,” you rasped. Bucky almost fell over. The relief that flooded his body was a tsunami of emotions. He was worried he had just imagined your voice, but then you shifted and winced.

“Oh thank god,” he breathed. “Thank god you’re awake.” Tears spilled over his eyes as he rushed closer to you.

“Yeah, I wish I wasn’t; I’m in so much pain, Buck,” you said, wincing from your words. “But you gotta know, I’ll always come back to you; I love you.” You said, pouring your heart out. You weren’t sure if you were woozy from the pain meds or just that in love with the man that sat before you, but everything came rushing out at once.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he said, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. “I want to hear you say it over and over again, but now you need to rest. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You shifted to get more comfortable, wincing slightly at the movement. “You promise?”

“I promise, my love.”

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Two Months Later

The bed dipped slightly as warm lips pressed a kiss to your temple. You opened your eyes, rubbing them from sleep to find Bucky coming home from a late mission. You weren’t medically cleared yet to accompany the team, so you made Bucky promise to wake you as soon as he got back. You even told Yelena to drag him here if she had to, in which she enthusiastically agreed.

Bucky continued to kiss down to your cheek, slowly trailing down your jaw, lingering over that spot you loved.

“You’re home,” you hummed, waking fully from your slumber and trying not to sigh into his kiss. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“I missed you,” he said in between kisses. You couldn’t hold it back anymore and let a low moan slip out.

“I’d say you missed me too,” he smirked against your skin.

“You never answered me, my love,” you said, turning over to face him. You took in his appearance through the low light coming from the hallway of your apartment. He had scrapes and bruises, but you couldn’t see any major injuries. You let out a baited breath you didn’t know you were holding. The tension you had this past week while he was away finally snapped.

“Oh thank god,” you whispered. You grabbed his face and crashed your lips onto his. He immediately returned your kiss, rolling on top of you and cupping your face with his metal hand.

“There’s nothing that could keep me from coming back to you,” he said in between kisses.

You giggled. “Hey, come up with your own line!”

He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

“I mean it,” he said, his nose brushing yours. “I couldn’t have dreamed of anything nicer than what it feels like to love you.”

With his words, your heart swelled. You feverishly kissed him back.

That night, wrapped tightly in his arms, you knew that Bucky Barnes was the best birthday gift you had ever gotten.

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marlynnofmany · 1 year ago

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Accidental Training

The animal cargo of the day was large and honking, but it seemed well-mannered enough. Picture a sea lion with tiny scales instead of fur, dark gray on top and speckled pale underneath. Bobbing its head in curiosity at the cargo bay and the people in it. The squid-shaped clients maneuvering the cage into place didn’t rate a second look, but they were probably familiar and boring.

Captain Sunlight, with her lemon-yellow scales and dignified lizardperson demeanor, got a lot of attention. She ignored the honks as she finished business with the clients.

Then I stepped up to see what kind of creature I’d be in charge of for this trip, and it exploded in excitement like a 500-pound puppy, dancing in place on its flippers and honking up a storm.

One of the clients said, “It does that sometimes. Have a good flight,” then waved a tentacle and left.

Captain Sunlight squinted at the cage like she would have liked to cover her earholes but wanted to put on a strong front. Instead she looked up at me and said, “Good thing this is a short journey. It seems to like you, though.”

“I see that,” I said, waggling my fingers at it, which just made it honk louder. “Did they tell us a name for it?”

She consulted the information on her tablet while the excitable creature continued to hop around. “Looks like his name is Freckles.”

“That’s adorable,” I said. “Hi, Freckles! Are you a good boy? Yes? Are you so excited that you could break a weaker travel cage than this? Yes you are!” I pressed my hands to my knees in classic talking-to-puppy fashion, which did nothing for the noise levels in the room.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Captain Sunlight told me. “The hover setting for the cage is turned off; it’s clamped in place; the food and supplies are here; we’ll take off shortly.”

“Got it,” I said with a wave as she left. There was a chance that Freckles would calm down if I left too, but he seemed equally likely to make lonely wails if left alone, and anyways this was the reason I’d been hired in the first place. Nobody else on the courier ship knew the first thing about animals. “All right, Freckles, are you ready to travel through space? Is that new for you? You look like you’re in good shape. Let’s aim for no medical emergencies on this trip.”

Freckles honked once, which I took for a yes. He bobbed up and down like a dog inviting another to play.

I copied the move, and he did it again. I lifted one foot, and he did the same, honking happily.

“Good boy! I’ll bet you make your people proud by holding still for tooth-brushing, don’t you? Lemme see your teeth. Ahhh.” I opened my mouth as an example.

With a similar noise, the clever animal copied the motion. His teeth looked clean enough, with none discolored or missing, and he even stuck his tongue out for a good look when prompted. I found a nearly-empty container of treats among the supplies, and rewarded him for good behavior.

“Good job. What else should we check? Can you show me your flipper? And turn like this? Very good. And like that?”

He could and did, visibly happy with the praise and treats. He was a little calmer now that there was something specific to do.

The engines started up with a quiet rumble, which caused him a moment of anxiety, but he was happily distracted when I started echoing his honks back at him.

If this had been an inanimate cargo, I would have left the cargo bay already, but I had nothing more important to do. My job today was to keep an eye on this guy. So I prompted him to do more beneficial tricks, then when the treats ran out, I decided the container made a fine toy.

“Hey look, a hat,” I told him as I put the lid on my head. The container was a mostly-round thing that twisted apart into two equal halves. That meant Freckles got a hat too. And he was so happy about it when I stuck it between the bars.

Only one coworker walked past the door while I was entertaining the cargo: Mur the Strongarm, who looked much like the people who’d brought Freckles onboard. Mur paused, saying nothing. Freckles ignored him, dancing from side to side while wearing his jaunty new hat.

I held my own pose, one foot in the air, arms spread. “Yes?”

“Nothing,” Mur said. “Nothing at all.” He continued on his way.

“You’re welcome to join us!” I called after him.

“No thanks. I’m good.”

The short trip was pretty fun. Freckles was particularly taken by the discovery that his honks echoed when the container covered his snout. He could even balance it on his flipper like a hand, taking it on and off to test the difference in sounds. When I did the same and then gave him another treat from a fresh container, he pranced in place and slapped his flippers together.

As it turned out, he was good at repeating patterns too. We did some clapping games of the sort that human toddlers love, then I found a ball among the supplies and we were all set for the rest of the trip. It was even the squishy kind that glorped between the bars instead of bouncing off, which was perfect. We played an entertaining game of catch until the engine noises changed into landing sounds.

I was honestly surprised the trip was over. The captain came back in to meet the clients who were here for pickup, and I made sure to pack away everything into the supplies. Freckles made a sad honk when I took the container back, but I gave him one last treat, and that made up for it.

These two clients looked much like the last, though one was carrying a bag from the shopping trip they’d done on the way here. They were also more talkative than the other ones.

“…Had to stop by the battery shop for three different kinds of chargers, then the feed store for more of the special diet that our oldest animal takes, and there was so much traffic!” The one typing information into the payment screen didn’t stop for breath, waving several tentacles as she talked.

“I’m just glad there was a mask attachment of the right size in stock,” said the one with the bag. “Getting Freckles his air vitamins is going to be hard enough as it is.” He pulled something from the bag: a long tube with a concave shape at one end. “What do you think, Freckles? Can this be easy for once?”

Freckles honked, which could have meant anything.

I looked at the mask. “What does he usually do when you have to give him air vitamins?”

The Strongarm sighed like a deflating balloon. “He just doesn’t want it anywhere near his face. He seems to think it’s a game to avoid it, which is fun for him but incredibly tiresome for everyone else.”

“Have you tried making it a different game?” I asked, starting to smile.

“Like what?”

“Can I see that for a moment?” When he passed it over, I got the container of treats and rattled it for Freckles’ attention, then took a position in front of the cage. I held the mask in front of my own face. “Hey Freckles. Honk honk.”

He of course honked happily and shoved his nose through the bars, eager for his turn. I settled it against his snout — perfect fit — and he honked away. I pulled the mask back and gave him a treat, then turned to beam at the clients.

“What! He’s never done that!” said the one.

“How did you train him to do that?” demanded the other.

“Honestly, I wasn’t trying to,” I admitted. “But he’s very smart. He seems to like copying motions, and he’s definitely food-motivated.”

“Oh yes, those are the good treats,” said the client with the bag. “The new kind that my cousin’s book club host recommended.”

I handed back the mask. “Then you might keep these in reserve for important things, like rewarding him for taking his air vitamins. Though given how much he’s enjoying the new game, you might not even need to.”

The clients were overjoyed. They thanked me, thanked Captain Sunlight, and showered Freckles with praise as they unclamped the cage and started up its hover function. We helped them down the ramp, then they waved off any further assistance on the way to a flatbed skimmer with a loading arm. The guy with the bag of shopping struggled just a bit managing all the supplies too, but neither Captain Sunlight nor I were about to insult a Strongarm by suggesting they needed help carrying something. So we just waved our goodbyes and made sure they got everything loaded onto the skimmer before we closed the cargo bay door.

“Bye, Freckles!” I called as it closed. I heard one last honk, which I decided sounded excited about the skimmer ride to come.

“Well,” said Captain Sunlight. “That was fortunate. Good job.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I think they’ll all enjoy the vitamin process more now, especially Freckles.”

We walked through the empty cargo bay to the hall, where Paint met us, with confusion on her scaly orange face and a jar lid in her hands.

“Mur said to give this to you?” she said, holding it out to me.

I laughed. “Mur thinks he’s very funny.” I dutifully set it on my head. “Yes, the height of fashion. But I think it would look better on him. You can tell him I said so.”

“Okay,” Paint said, taking the lid back. “Why?”

Captain Sunlight huffed a laugh and headed off to the cockpit while I began the explanation of how I’d spent the recent flight.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#simple one this time #sometimes the job is just Dealing With Animals #and all that that may entail #my writing #The Token Human #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs

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starsfic · 4 months ago

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a joyous memory

Summary: Stella survives longer than the rest. And by longer, at least five minutes.

Notes: So I mentioned that I was tempted to write a fic based off my hc that DogDay killed Stella during the Hour of Joy and people, such as @thatonefandomweirdo and @theforgowolf, were interested!

So, here it is! Warnings for violence.

-_-

The alarm blared at a volume that practically rattled Stella’s teeth.

She gripped her knees tight and tried to not cry. Never had the emergency system given such an alert. Whenever one of the toys got loose, Ritterman and Pierre kept things quiet in order to avoid unneeded panic. Never had things been so bad that the entire factory had to go into lockdown.

Based on the screaming she heard outside, it was for good reason.

Stella had once been a devout Christian. After she learned about the Bigger Bodies Initiative and its truth, she found herself praying less and less. After all, God probably looked down on such experiments, no matter the good they did. Right now, however, she found a prayer leaking through her teeth, hidden by the orchestra of screams and wet noises and absolute joy.

After what felt like an eternity, the noises came to a stop.

Stella waited for another minute. Two. Three.

After counting what felt like thirty minutes, she began to scoot out from under her desk. She needed to get to a phone, see if anyone knew what had happened…or if anyone was even still alive.

The creak of the door made her freeze.

Soft footprints padded across the wood floor. Stella held her breath.

Whoever it was, they stopped in front of her desk. There was the sound of shuffling on her desk, like someone was tidying up her papers. Stella felt confusion rise up before she heard the shuffle move up. The toy or person or whatever spent a few minutes reading what she had left on her desk. What had she left on her desk? Maybe a report about the newest child sent for testing for…what experiment was it now?

Whatever it was, they finally threw the paper back on her desk with a “Shit.”

Wait. She recognized that voice.

“DogDay!”

Stella nearly hit her head on the desk as she scrambled up, relief filling her body. DogDay, made of a sweet little boy who’s name she couldn’t remember, was one of the gentlest toys, on the same level as CraftyCorn and Bobby and sometimes Kissy. He wouldn’t hurt her.

The orange dog jolted, eyes going wide. “Ms. Greyber?” he asked. He sounded surprised. “You’re…alive?”

“Yes, yes, I was lucky. Nobody came in here,” Stella’s mind began to churn. This was great! DogDay’s gentle and warm personality meant that many of the toys respected him. Surely, if he escorted her upstairs, there would be no trouble. “We need to get out of here, before the others come looking.”

DogDay leaned back, allowing her room to get to her phone. “The children have been evacuated to the emergency bunker,” he said as she began to type in Ritterman’s cell phone number. “Do you intend to leave them there? What about Stacy?”

Normally, Stella would try and gush about the children being safe- they were her duty, after all- but right now, she was frazzled. Instead, she let out a “Who?” as the call connected.

The scream that came from the other end was drowned out by the scream that came out as white-hot pain ripped through her shoulder. Stella barely felt the phone drop from her hands as DogDay yanked her back, digging his teeth in deeper and deeper. She tried to fight, but that only made the tearing of her flesh worse.

Him releasing her gave no relief, not when it was paired by a backhand that made her stumble and hit the floor. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, almost blocking out the sight of her shoulder. She swore she could see the bone.

She looked away in time to see DogDay spit something out- holy shit that was her flesh- before glaring her down. For the first time since meeting him, Stella felt terror rush through her. No longer was he a sweet, good boy. Instead, she realized how much taller he actually was.

He was a predator.

“You were supposed to be better than them,” he growled out, menace dripping off each word. “Then Sawyer. Then Pierre. Then all of them. I-” For a moment, the predator guise dropped. His eyes shined like he was about to cry. “I trusted you. I believed in you. I thought you really cared.”

The fear died in her for a moment. “I do, I really-” Pain seared through her, but she pushed it back to reach out, trying for a smile. “I love you kids-”

“Then you WOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING!” His yell echoed off the walls of her office. In the distance, she heard footsteps, or maybe that was the fast pace of her own heart. “YOU WOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING, ANYTHING, TO SAVE US!”

When Stella had been informed of the truth, she had wrestled with it for a long time. The procedure came with pain and sweat and tears, buckets of the latter, and she hated the idea of bringing already pained children more suffering. But then she thought of how the new forms guaranteed a type of immortality. These new forms were stronger than weak human bodies.

She had thought of her own existential dread, of just growing older and older and then poof.

The realization that she had been wrong, that she should have done something despite Pierre and Ritterman and Sawyer’s pressure, came too late.

DogDay lunged forward.

This time, his teeth closed around her throat.

-_-

DogDay walked out of the Counselor’s Office with unsteady feet and the disgusting feeling of blood smeared over his chest. He gripped the papers he had found, the one detailing the transfer of Stacy Wells, a sweet little five-year-old, from Playcare to the labs. He wasn’t sure of how to feel, especially when he looked around and saw all of the bodies.

A purple figure stalking from Home Sweet Home, trailed by green and yellow, made him look up.

“DogDay!” A red figure burst forward past the other three. He barely managed to push his hands up before he could get blood over Bobby. It didn’t stop her visibly fretting, settling a hand on the cleanest part of his shoulder, keeping her eyes locked on him and not anywhere else. “What happened?!”

“Ste…Stella…she knew. She was just like them.” Hoppy hissed as she and Kickin’ caught up, both being careful to step over bodies. “I…lost control of myself. I was just so angry.”

“Nobody’s gonna blame you for that, dude,” Kickin’ said. “We did what we had to do.” His eyes darted around before he looked down at the papers he clenched. “What do you have there?”

“They sent Stacy down to the labs before it started,” DogDay was glad his voice no longer trembled. Later, he was pretty sure he would have a breakdown, but right now, the guilt was overshadowed by relief. “Someone needs to check on her.”

Hoppy took the papers from his hands. “I gotcha, bud,” she said, scanning over them before nodding. “We need to check the prison anyway to make sure everyone’s fine down there.”

“And I need to check with Picky and the others to see if the kids are alright,” Bobby said, pulling her hand away.

Kickin’ didn’t say anything, but he let the other two pull him away, shooting him a grin that looked a little unhinged. Honestly, he couldn’t blame him. Everyone was a little unhinged at the moment, especially after such an event.

And then it was just him and CatNap.

CatNap had always been a bit bigger than the other Smiling Critters. DogDay had chalked it up as a fun quirk of his best friend. Right now, however, he just felt small as the purple cat seemed to study him.

“...hey…”

CatNap leaned forward at that, pressing his head into DogDay’s chest, nuzzling until he got the hint and wrapped his arms around him. “He was right,” the cat rasped, a soft purr making his raspy voice rumble when DogDay started to pet him. There was the faint scent of poppies coming from his words, but he was wide awake. “You did what you had to.”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t feel sick at it,” DogDay admitted, focusing on the sensation of CatNap’s fur, instead of the guilt that burned in his gut. He was rubbing blood onto his friend, but it would be fine. It had to be. “I wish that our freedom didn’t cost so much.”

“We did what we had to,” CatNap said, his voice having no doubt. He believed in the Prototype with all his heart. DogDay couldn’t bring himself to pry into that belief. Not now. “Soon, this will be nothing but a joyous memory for us.” Finally, he pulled away. “Go and clean up and check on the minis. I shall…deal with the bodies.” He looked over his shoulder at the office. “Hers first.”

DogDay nodded.

At least he wouldn’t have to see Stella again.

#my writing #Poppy Playtime #PPT #DogDay #Stella Greyber #CatNap #Hoppy Hopscotch #Bobby Bearhug #KickinChicken #cw: violence #tw: violence #cw: character death #tw: character death #cw: blood #tw: blood

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miraculousystuff · 8 months ago

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She The Devil

*Kinda short and the ending was a bit lazy but-*

It was the same as always. Marinette, straining herself over the high road. Lila, spewing her lies. And Alya, lapping it all up like a dog. However, this time Marinette couldn’t resist throwing a nasty little barb at Lila. “I simply can’t go to Mylene’s beach clean up because I have a birthday party with Taylor Swift.” she simpered, and Marinette saw an opening that was too good to refuse. “Like Taylor would invite you. She would rather accept a cigarette butt.” Marinette said, and it wasn’t meant to be heard. But Lila whipped her head around to face her, and soon everyone was glaring at Mari. “How could you say that Marinette? When I’ve been nothing but nice to you?” she whined as fake tears came rolling out. “How could you girl! You made Lila cry!!” Alya hissed, comforting said girl. Meanwhile, Mari just rolled her eyes. “Let’s go with that shall we?” she said.

It all would have been fine. If Adrien hadn’t walked in on them at that exact moment. “Let’s go with what?” he asked innocently. “Marinette is just being a BITCH.” Alya yelled, but Marinette froze. This was the first time Alya had sworn at Marinette, but she had to say, not too surprising. In fact, she was expecting it. What was surprising, to the class at least, was when Adrien spoke up. “Marinette is not a bitch! How could you?” he argued. Lila sobbed even harder. “MY OWN BOYFRIEND DOESN’T BELIEVE ME!” she wailed, and Adrien looked even more furious than he did a second ago. “I’m not your boyfriend, or your friend Lie-la.” he claimed, annoyed. “Are you breaking up with me?” Lila cried, pressuring him to give in. The old Adrien would’ve. Succumbed to peer pressure, and agreed. But he didn’t. Yet, before anymore could be said, the rage called Alya began.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? DID MARINETTE PUT YOU UP TO THIS?” Alya screamed. Adrien was taken aback. “Of course not! I just don’t appreciate someone who claims to be my girlfriend insulting my real girlfriend.” he said, earning a gentle smile from Mari. They had started dating 2 months ago, not that the class noticed. Any trace of tears gone, Lila looked like a gaping fish. Maribrat? With her Adrien? Not going to happen. So she twisted it. “ADRIEN HAVE YOU BEEN CHEATING ON ME WITH THAT BULLY? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!” Lila screamed once more. But she wasn’t going to blame it on Adrien. No. Her enemy deserved it. How dare she date her boy toy? Before Alya could yell at Adrien, Lila started to speak, while Marinette put on noise-canceling airpods. “It was Marinette! She seduced Adrien! In fact, she threatened me yesterday to stay away from Adrien!” Lila said through sobs. Alya’s fury turned to Marinette, who was still blissfully unaware of the situation that had unfolded.

“HOW COULD YOU!” Alya was in full on frenzy mode. Marinette was sitting at the front with Adrien (part of the reason for Lila’s revenge) and Alya thought she was sneaky as she stomped over to Marinette to kick her in the back. However, as soon as she touched the bluenette, Marinette grabbed her hand and judo-flipped Alya onto the floor. Everyone gasped, including Marinette herself. Alya got up and, before Mari could begin to apologize, tried to punch her, but she easily blocked her attacks. Soon, Alya was once again lying on the floor, a now victorious Marinette on standby. Everybody was shocked. Who knew their Everyday Ladybug could throw a punch? However, now Marinette was angry. “What the actual fuck is wrong wrong with you. All of you. Verbal abuse. Emotional abuse. Physical abuse. You may not be a part of the fight, but you hurt me by standing by, in all this abuse. I wish I was never friends with you. I wish I never met you.” she said, her eyes welling up and threatening to spill as she did so. Adrien put a comforting hand on her shoulder. But Marinette wouldn’t cry. Because she was about to tear the class a new one.

However, the class didn’t seem to get the message. But Marinette was going to put a stop to it, once and for all. Everything started with verbal abuse. Whenever any of her ‘friends’ decided to insult her, she had a response ready that made students cry. Then it was emotional. Anytime they tried pressuring her, or making her stressed, she simply said no. A weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Then physical. The class had taken to trying to trip Marinette, or ram into her shoulder. Emphasis on tried, because half of them are now officially tripping over themselves to get out of Marinette’s way. Infact, most of the class were scared of her at this point. Gone was their Everyday Ladybug. Because they made her walk like an angel. Talk like an angel. But she always knew,

She was the devil.

#Mlb #mlb fandom #mlb fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #lila rossi #alya cesaire #adrienette #one shot #short story #cute #badass marinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien sugar #adrien agreste #alya salt #song fic kinda

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pinovapie · 9 months ago

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DRDT Headcanons!! (1/idk)

Decided to post some headcanons for various characters!! (there might be some mild projection on my favourites lol) idk if i'll do more for other characters?? Also, sorry for less Teruko HCs,,, i meant to do 5 for each but uh,,, you can tell who my favourites are i guess??

Also, disclaimer, these are headcanons!! I wrote these before Chap 2 Part 2, they may be disproven and become out of date in the future!!

Under a read more to not clog up space,, also TW: (unintentional) Self harm

Ace:

He grew up on a farm.

His parents had a ton of kids in the hopes that at least one would be successful. Whoever got the best test results/ won an award/ has the highest salary (based on age, idk how old Ace's siblings are) was the favourite and showered with attention.

This meant Ace and his siblings grew up willing to literally and metaphorically shove eachother face first in the mud to be the favourite child. There was a lot of sabotage, insults and threats constantly.

He struggles to form meaningful friendships due to trust issues.

He'll hold a grudge for years. He probably still despises and talks shit about some kid who stole his chair when they were 6 or something.

He used to love animals until one day he woke up and the world was more terrifying than he remembered. The comforting bark of a dog is now a horrifying sound that sends him spiraling with panic.

He's overly sensitive to light and sound.

He chews his lip, bites his nails and scratches his arms/wrists when bored or uncomfortable. Maybe that's why he always wears gloves, to do less damage?

Nico:

Sometimes when it's too much they'll go non verbal. They're fluent in sign language as a result.

They sometimes judge the things people name their pets. They'd never say it out loud but they think certain pets have really stupid names.

They struggle with tone, often coming across as sarcastic and fed up when they're being genuine.

If they get postively overwhelmed (like flustered due to compliments etc.) they make cat noises instead of speaking (like meows, chirps, etc.). They find in really embarrassing.

If they are in a downward spiral, they'll grip something (their cloak, hair, a soft toy, etc.) and just hold on to try and ground themselves.

Nico took a couple skirts from the dress-up room to wear in private.

In a non killing game au, they'd join Rose in painting more frequently. They end up preferring watercolours though.

They may have a journal where they might talk shit about certain individuals in the class.

Teruko:

Despite her trust issues and bad luck with relationships, she's a romantic at heart. It may take a while for her to admit her feelings but she'd like someone to give her flowers and take her to dinner just as much as anyone else.

She likes horror films because she can experience the thrill without being in danger. I think she'd also like those rollar coaster simulators since an actual rollar coaster would probably be too dangerous with her luck.

She loves sliced cheese because she can avoid having to cut cheese with a knife. Similarly, she'll spread spreads with a spoon because it's less risking than with a knife.

Due to constantly moving, she owned a couple of those plastic picnic sets (the plate, bowl, cup sets) and had to wash them frequently. As a result she's secretly super grateful to Hu and Eden for cleaning after meals because it's one less thing to worry about.

She had to remind Charles to seperate his dark and light washing a couple times, even after the initial explanation of washing machines.

Levi:

He's on the Asexual spectrum. Like he'd never consider it himself but if his partner wanted to, he'd be comfortable with it because he likes making his partner happy.

He's usually trying to keep the peace but he will argue with friends or customers if they try to pick/buy a god awful outfit.

He worked at a boutique before becoming a personal stylist. He kept giving customers unwanted fashion advice that made their outfits the talk of the town. Word spread and after a little while people started showing up for the advice.

Does not understand humour or sarcasm at all.

He's fond of baby animals but would never hold one out of fear of hurting it.

In a non killing game au, he'd probably find out peoples fashion preferences so he can get them suitable clothes as presents.

He's probably the only cast member to politely listen to Veronika's rambles without wanting to throw up. He'd probably get roped into movie nights after Arturo and Ace triple locked their doors to avoid such movie nights.

Various people have caught him raiding sweet foods (sometimes even just eating sugar straight out the bag) at like 3am on multiple occasions.

#drdt #drdt headcanons #ace markey #levi fontana #nico hakobyan #teruko tawaki #danganronpadespairtime #danganronpa despair time

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whentherewerebicycles · 3 months ago

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the baby is a few days shy of ten months and man oh man this stage rocks. he’s SO silly and curious and social! he likes to imitate your gestures and is very into handing you objects so you’ll tell him thank you and hand them back. my mom says he talks like he’s having a conversation with you, just long strings of syllables delivered with all the conviction and emotional inflection of a “real” sentence. he remembers where all the forbidden items in the house are (upstairs dog water bowl, box of wires, downstairs dog water bowl, plant stand, box of dog toys, hallway nightlight) and if you sit him down at one end of the house he will immediately start motoring towards the nearest forbidden object at top crawl speeds to try to get there before you clock where he’s heading. when I pick him up at daycare he spots me across the room, gives me his gummy little :] smile, and starts scooting towards me as fast as he can, hooting “OO OOO OOOO!!!” as loud as he can the whole way. when he’s in a new place and feeling a little shy but wants to engage with someone he will make the oo shape with his mouth at first without making any noise, and then if this is well received he will say oo oo ooo to them in the tiniest little voice. he eats with gusto and has yet to meet a food he dislikes except for arugula. if you are doing something else and he wants you to pay attention to him he will crawl over to you and headbutt your shin repeatedly with his big bald noggin. if this does not work he WILL escalate to chomping or licking your leg. sometimes when I am cooking he will drag his toy box over so he can sit up with his back pressed against my legs and play with his toys. right now his most beloved objects are this little set of musical instruments I got him, especially the baby tambourine and the recorder, which he cannot figure out how to play but will turn over and over in his hands trying to figure out how I made it make those sounds. his other favorite toy is the keyboard. he loves to mash the buttons until it plays one of its prerecorded tracks and then he alternately jams out to it (rocks back and forth to the beat on his hands and knees) and smashes the keys to contribute his own beautiful harmonies. in fact he loves the keyboard so much that as soon as he finishes his morning bottle he starts hooting and squirming to be let down so he can crawl down the hallway to his beloved piano. he’s just starting to pull up on things and is finally interested in standing up on his unbelievably chonky little baby feet. I can’t wait for him to walk I think it’s going to be so fun. learning to crawl has opened up a whole new world to him and I cannot WAIT until he can totter around outside. we are going to spend so much time exploring in the woods!!! anyway he rocks life rocks I love this little guy

#baby tag #ten months #(almost)

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fairlyang · 1 year ago

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Present 🏹

in which kate unwraps her present

w/c: 2.8K

pairing: kate bishop x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. fluffy at first, horrendous ugly xmas sweaters, flips a switch, teasing, groping, grinding, fingering, sweet aftercare, more fluff, matching jammies and hats, hot chocolate

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You were sitting in your living room reading a book with Lucky napping on your leg and Christmas music playing softly in the background when suddenly the front door bursts open. In comes your girlfriend Kate with loads of bags in her hands.

She dumps them on the floor then closes the door before pointing at them with a wide smile. "I got you something." She says and goes through her bags unsure which one to show you first.

"This won't be good." You mumble petting Lucky's head before he jumped down to greet her while you closed your book and put it on the coffee table.

"Hey buddy!" She exclaims pulling away from her bags to play with him.

His tail was wagging back and forth since he hadn't seen her all day because she was out shopping without you. There was no one to babysit him and she didn't want him to stay home by himself while you both shopped for hours. She feels too bad.

So you told her to go by herself which you would soon regret.

She pulls away and opens a bag, digging in it for a few seconds before taking out a sweater for Lucky. She gasps and holds it up to him, he excitedly sat down waiting for her to put it on.

She takes off the price tag and quickly slips it on him with ease. "Go show mama your new sweater!!" She says and points to you.

He quickly runs up to you and does a little twirl before sitting down, tail still wagging, tongue happily out. His sweater made it seem like he was an elf, with cute little red and green cotton balls on it.

"You look so handsome Lucky." You said and scratched behind his ears which made him tilt his head to the side.

"I knew I had to get him a few things and absolutely adored that sweater!!" She says excitedly, taking tags off what looks to be a bunch of toys.

"You have great taste baby." You coo, taking a quick glance at her, and fixing the collar on Lucky's shirt.

She then dumped brand new toys she got him onto the floor. "Santa!!!" She yells and squeezes the toy's belly, making a loud squeak noise that instantly got his attention.

He sprinted towards her and grabbed the toy out of her hands before running off to some other part of the apartment, toy still getting squeaked.

Kate turned towards you, holding something behind her back. "I got you the best thing I've laid my eye on." She says, standing up and walking over to you.

"That's only making me nervous Katie." You chuckle and she shrugs.

"I promise you'll love it." She replies and takes a seat next to you.

She then moves her hands and places a sweater on your lap. You grab it and hold it up only to burst out laughing.

"Now Kate-"

"Please try it on! Pretty please." She pleads, giving you your best puppy dog eyes which you couldn't deny.

"Fine." You mumble and get up, walking towards your shared bedroom.

You tried to take a peak at the other bags she had before she quickly spun you around and made you go to the direction of your room. "No peaks!!!" She exclaims, pointing a finger at your face.

"Ugh fine! All I'm saying is you better have an ugly sweater too." You groan and she gives you a thumbs up.

You walk away, entering your bedroom and closing it shut before taking a closer look at the sweater.

And of course it was an ugly Christmas one.

Because Kate bought it.

It was a red sweater with white snowflakes all over it, with green stripes along the entire collar, cuffs of the sleeves, and the bottom of the sweater. But worst of all it had a big gold bow on the entirety of the chest with a gold strip right through the middle.

Oh but the absolute cherry on top was the "You're welcome" tag attached to the bow.

How the hell Kate always found the weirdest of sweaters ever is beyond your knowledge. And how she finds worse ones after every year....

You sigh and take off the hoodie you snatched from her side of the closet before leaving it on the dresser. You then slip the sweater on and pray it wasn't itchy.

It surprisingly wasn't but it felt almost heavy? There was just so much going on and the colors were atrocious.

Sure it was the colors of Christmas but it couldn't be a sage green? Forest green?

It was all way too bright but the things you'd do for Kate....

You took a deep breath then let it out before opening the door and going back to the living room only to find Kate with her back to you.

"I swear to god Kate Bishop if yours isn't as ugly as this one-" you start but she turns around, shutting you up.

Your eyes widened and you brought a hand to cover your mouth.

And there was your lovely incredible Christmas loving girlfriend in an ugly Christmas sweater.

Somehow more ridiculous than yours but it was the tiniest bit cute on her.

So it technically wasn't fair.

She moved her hair back and grinned, "what do you think?"

"It's.... Ugly?" You say unsure what she wanted to hear.

It had different blue and white patterns along the top and bottom, with thick red strips along the collar, cuffs and bottom of it. But what made hers so.. different was the fact that there was a Santa on it.

With his sleigh.

And physical plushie reindeers flying it.

And colorful pom poms along the sleeves.

It was truly horrendous but the reindeer, the most ridiculous part of the entire sweater, somehow made it look cute.

Maybe only because it was Kate that was wearing it and you thought she looked good in absolutely everything...

"I don't even wanna know where you got them." You cut off the silence and she chuckles before taking a step forward towards you.

"Not like I'd tell you anyway!" She teases before reaching up and tugs on two strands of your bow.

"S'cute." She mumbles under her breath making you snort.

"Yeah right." You groan making her laugh.

"You make it look cute, pretty girl." She coos, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

But her reindeer then poke your chest and stomach making her pull away slightly. "I do have other actual cute things for us but I just had a thought..." she mumbles, leaning in towards your neck.

She left a soft kiss on your skin, not caring about your sweaters bothering each other. "And what's that baby?" You ask quietly, already having a slight idea.

"I wanna unwrap my present." She murmurs against your skin making you let out a sigh.

"Don't gotta say it twice." You breathe out and she hums, kissing up to your ear then nibbling on your earlobe.

"You're so gorgeous." She murmurs as she pulls away and quickly grabs your hand leading you to your bedroom.

"Eager much?" You tease making her groan as you walk into your room.

She closes the door and pushes you against it, slipping her leg between yours and with her hands gripping your hips. "Acting as if you don't want me to." She coos and gives you a little pout.

"You're such a tease." You whine and she grins.

"Good." She mumbles before going back to your neck but this time immediately sucking on your skin then leaving a wet kiss on it before finding another area to mark.

You moaned as she left another mark and your hands made their way to her hair, slightly pulling on it how she likes it. "So did you- j-just see this sweater and thought of this?" You stutter making her chuckle and pull away.

"Kind of. I know you appreciate a good dirty joke." She says with a smirk on her face.

"So are you gonna unwrap your present?" You ask lightly fluttering your lashes at her and she only shrugs before grabbing your hand, bringing you to the bed.

"I will.. but first I wanna see something." She says and you both walk to the edge of the bed.

"Lemme just see something really quick.." she mumbles and gets on the floor.

She brings her hands up to the waistband of your sweats and she pulls them down all the way. You step out of them and she whistles. "I'm so lucky."

"Speaking of-"

"He's fine!"

"Now back to where we were before..." she says and walks behind you.

Her hands were all over your body, the bow making noises that irked your ears but as soon as she started groping your tits you didn't mind.

Your ass was directly on her crotch now and you did what you had to and started grinding on her as she squeezed your tits. "Mmm Kate." You moan and she grinds her hips against you making you both moan.

"Bet you're already all soaked for me, aren't you baby?" She whispers in your ear as she pinched your nipples softly.

You moan and lay your head back against her, she leans her cheek against it as you relaxed into her arms. You continue your grinding making her groan and hump against you. "God you're driving me crazy baby." She moans and goes back to kneading your tits.

"Please-"

Without another word she grabbed you and put you on the bed with her jumping right behind you, literally.

"I wanna try something a little different okay?" She says and you nod.

"Just need you."

"I know baby, I know." She coos in your ear as she helps you get comfortable between her legs.

She makes you kind of lay your back against her then slowly starts trailing her fingers over your body. You lean your head back and buck your hips up already wanting her touch so desperately.

"Patience my love." She coos in your ear making you whine.

But she decided to be nice this time and gives in. Her right hand goes straight down to your already spread legs and her fingers start trailing up and down your soaked slit.

She bites her lips not expecting this much wetness already but then again it was you. And you'd get wet from the littlest of things.

You just loved Kate's touch so much.

And your dampened panties were proof of it.

"Katie please, I need you so badly." You whine and she hums.

You reached down and moved your panties to the side which made Kate chuckle before dipping her fingers in and instantly feeling your arousal soak her fingers.

You moaned and bucked your hips up but Late brought her left hand down and placed it against your stomach to somewhat stop your movements.

"Poor baby already so needy." She coos as the sounds of your wet cunt fill the room.

"Katie." You moaned and felt your eyes roll back as she teased your entrance with the tip of her finger.

"Shh it's okay baby, I've got you." She murmurs and slips two fingers in making you gasp.

Your left arm went to clasp hers which she was happy to see, you were just so cute wanting to continue touching her.

She slides her fingers in slowly then pulls them right back out making you whine until she brought said fingers up to your fingers which you subconsciously opened.

She slipped her fingers into your mouth and you closed your eyes, tasting yourself while you sucked on them. "Good girl." She purred making you moan against her fingers.

"Such a good girl for me." She whispers, giving you a kiss on the cheek before she took her fingers out and went straight back to work.

She slipped them in and this time didn't stop and started immediately fucking them into you. You clenched against them and you kept your eyes closed just for your immersion.

Her fingers always worked their perfect magic on you and you'd never grow tired of it. She always came up with new ways so you never grow "bored" but you never would anyway.

Her left hand moved up your body and came up to squeeze your left breast. You grabbed that arm and just held onto it, not wanting her to stop anything she was doing.

She started pinching your nipple as her pace went harder, faster. Your greedy cunt acting as if it hasn't been getting played with and just sucking up her fingers and enveloping them easily. "F-Fuck-" you whimpered and she kissed your cheek again.

"Feel good mama?" She asks and you nod feverishly.

"So tight too. I'll never grow tired of it." She purrs making you whine once again as she started fucking her harder.

By this point your cunt was pouring out a mix of wetness and creaminess juices, no doubt about to stain the bed.

But that was the least of either of your concerns as you tried spreading your legs out wider and it sure helped. Kate was now able to fuck you deeper but before she did she added a third finger.

At the new angle she was now hitting that sweet spot that had you passing out and seeing stars.

And you've yet to open your eyes.

"Oh fuck Kate— mmm god it feels so good—" you moan and grip her arm as you bring your right hand to play with your right breast for even more stimulation.

"Taking them so well pretty girl." She coos making you moan and you swore with just her praises alone you could come undone.

"Mmm Katie please- please-" you whined and she swore under her breath.

Her boxers were already a mess and your pretty moans were not helping her case. Not a complaint but god those moans drove her insane.

"So beautiful, fucking perfect." She murmurs and you quickly bring a hand down to rub your clit.

You rubbed fast circles on it and soon enough felt your orgasm approach. You figured out you always needed clit stimulation to cum until you met Kate and you suddenly didn't need it.

But sometimes it still felt good to cum that way anyway.

You let out a melody of whimpers and mewls as Kate's fingers were hitting your g spot harder now. You felt that all too familiar feeling in your stomach and your body began to shake.

"Cum for me baby, let go." She whispers and you do.

You let go and cry out as your orgasm hits you and leaving you a shaky, breathless mess. You move your hand away as Kate slowed down and left her fingers inside. You were breathing heavily and Kate brought her left hand to yours and held it softly.

"Did so good for me baby." She praises and kisses your cheek sweetly.

She slips her fingers out of your gently and you finally open your dazed eyes just in time to see her bring them up to her mouth. You look up at her in adoration and just sigh as your breathing calms itself down.

"Didn't even unwrap your present." You mutter and she giggles before wrapping both arms around you softly.

"Sorta counts."

"It does not."

"It should."

You then sit there in silence, enjoying each others company until Kate moves and positions you so your head is on the pillow. "I'll be right back." She whispers, giving your forehead a kiss before running off.

She came back after a few seconds and comes in with some plaid pj pants. "I got you red and green but because I know you love this green..." she says and takes the tag off before putting them on you.

"Perfect! Now I'll go wear my red ones and next week we flip flop." She says excitedly making you smile.

She was the sweetest and most thoughtful, caring person you've ever had the pleasure of meeting and you couldn't believe she was your girlfriend.

How you got so lucky was beyond you but you felt so grateful you found her because she was absolutely your soulmate.

The pea to your pod. The peanut butter to your jelly. The yin to your yang.

Your other half.

Because of her, you were a happier version of yourself and it was all because of how perfect of a girlfriend she was.

She finally came back only this time with her new pj pants on, a hat with the lower half of Santa, and two mugs.

Lucky came in behind her racing towards you, immediately jumping on the bed with another hat which he left on your lap. This one being a cute Christmas tree.

"See I have good taste." She says with a big grin.

"You have the best taste." You respond, grabbing the hat and putting it on.

"How do I look?" You ask as you grab the mug Late was handing to you.

"Absolutely perfect." She sighs and looks at you adoringly.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x y/n #sapphic #bisexual #lesbian #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop smut #wlw #kate bishop x reader

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