#i might sob if i keep thinkin about him

[itoshi-s]

rin who looks so pretty when he sleeps ,, head on your chest and an arm wrapped around ur waist :( he’s so peaceful with his hair all over the place, thick lashes resting on top of his cheeks, guard completely down — but it’s only around u </3

[damn-stark]

Hi, i know that you're currently hiatus on aot fanfic but can i have more backstory about Cherry and Levi in No Regret arc? Cant help but thinkin 'bout soft levi taking care of us, Levi need more huggies. Gonna sobbing myself at the corner while waiting for the final season to be released.

Psst sorry for the bad english and grammar

TAKES PLACE DURING CHAPTER 1 OF CHERRY

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Our little life

A/N- so Bella’s back? (Tell me that you know where that’s from)

Warning- FLUFF

Pairing- Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

Takes place- Before No Regrets Arc

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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It’s been what? A few weeks since you came into his life—or since he’s let you stay in his life.

He can’t say you’ve changed much, you’re still just as quiet with most of the words that come out of you being ‘yes’ and ‘no’. It’s like you're almost scared to say too much. You also still don’t seem to know your own name, nor do you utter your parent's names, or actually ask for them. You don’t move much which was good for him.

You do eat though, everything he served you you ate quickly, which kept him busy because he needed to remind you to eat slower or you’d choke and die.

He also bought you a cheap doll but you hardly paid any mind to it, instead you passed your time watching the window as if you were waiting for someone to come. Probably you’re good for nothing father.

Oftentimes Levi will find himself worrying about you, but he tries not to. Life underground is hard, especially for children, there might be a chance you don’t survive past a certain age so he’s trying to keep his distance, but he does worry that you might really hate living here. Furlan says to give you time to adjust, but it’s been weeks.

Maybe he should leave you an orphanage, at least there will be more kids your age there. You’d have friends, and who knows there might be some super slight chance that you’d get adopted by some nice family trying to stroke their ego, or you can even get picked up by the military above ground so you can die for them when you’re older. You’d be better off in either setting.

Then again…

Those chances are slim and you were left for him to take care of. And he doesn’t owe Kenny any favors, he isn’t taking care of you because of him, but…he can’t show Kenny that he couldn’t take care of a kid, he needs to prove to Kenny that he can be what Kenny never was.

Plus his mother would've taken you in without a doubt…

But! This raising a kid thing is harder than he thought.

“Damn,” he sighs and lolls his head to the side to ponder when he should be sleeping.

Nevertheless, a few minutes later the door to the room creaks open, and out you come dragging along the blanket on the ground, and your eyes droopy.

You stop past the door and rub your eyes before they adjust on Levi. “Dark,” you mutter and catch him by surprise.

That’s the only thing you say before you slowly walk over and climb on the couch to lay beside him with your head close to his lap.

That catches Levi by surprise too, but soon he feels discomfort that you were…finding comfort so close to him. It’s weird. Plus you took over his room, why aren’t you there?

“Go back,” Levi commands as he scoots away so you won’t touch him.

You drag yourself up like a worm to be closer to him and you talk back. “No. It’s dark.”

You’re talking. He just heard you talk!

It’s weird.

Thus he gets up instead and walks into his room to finally lay on his bed after days of abandonment all so you could be comfortable. But now he’s on it again and he missed it. He likes his bed, as hard and thin as it is, he likes his bed and not the couch.

However, before Levi can close his eyes the light coming from the living room casts a larger light as sees you walking in.

“Uh.”

You hop on your feet and cling onto the sheets to climb up.

“What are you doing?” Levi asks with what was almost disgust in his voice.

Albeit you don’t answer now, you lay beside him and throw the blanket over you.

“It’s not dark out there,” he sasses you. But again you ignore him and close your eyes, so now Levi slides himself off the bed and once again walks away to leave you be. He even leaves the door open this time hoping that would be enough light for you.

Now perhaps he can finally get some fucking sleep? It’s been a long day especially because he hasn’t slept in a while.

So he closes his eyes and lets out an exhausted sigh. Nevertheless, only moments later the patter of feet against the wooden panels approaches the couch, so he opens his eyes and there you are once again climbing up on the couch next to him.

There’s so much space on the other side of the couch but, no, you lay your head by his lap and quickly throw your blanket over yourself. So now what can he do? It doesn’t seem like you listen.

This is why instead of spending more time walking off he reaches over for the top of your head and pushes you away. You snap your eyes open and look up at him as you’re being easily pushed away and can’t help but laugh.

You laugh for the first time since you were left at his doorstep. It’s short since you quickly cut yourself off to fall asleep as if you had been knocked out, but you laughed.

It’s such a simple thing. So mundane…

Yet when he leans his head back and closes his eyes he can’t help but let a faint smile tug on his lips because he made you laugh.

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[player1064]

Feb 2016 (becks) 🥺🙏🏽

WIP asks but it's just the various sections of my happy (???) beville (/angsty carraville) WIP

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February, 2016.

Gary doesn't pick up, the first time David tries to call him. It doesn't even ring, just goes straight to voicemail.

It's not surprising. Gary's always struggled, after a loss. And this was a very big loss. He's probably turned his phone off, gone straight back to the hotel to drown his sorrows with a - sensible, always sensible even now - single glass of wine.

He leaves it for a couple of hours, gives Gary some time to mope. I won't sleep well tonight, he'd said in the post-match press conference. David will be surprised if he sleeps at all, he knows what he's like: the guilt and shame will have him tossing and turning all night long, until he'll eventually give up and go find a treadmill to run on until his legs give out.

David's memories of Camp Nou are all good. He's only played there a handful of times, only beaten Barcelona there once, that season he was with Madrid. But that's all irrelevant, because for David, for any of his old United teammates, Camp Nou was the setting for one of the best nights of his life. And now that's been ruined for Gary.

When he calls again later that evening, he listens to the phone ring and ring, far longer than he's come to expect from the man glued to his phone. And when Gary picks up there's no greeting, just the sound of his shaky breaths on the other end of the line.

"Gaz?"

He hears a choked sob, then a sniff and a "hi, Becks."

This… this is unexpected. Gary doesn't cry, not ever. A bit, last summer when he lost his dad, but even then it was only when he and David were alone in their hotel room in Australia, his face pressed against David's chest while silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

David doesn't really cry either, now that he thinks about it. He's not sure what that says about either of them.

He tries to keep his tone light now, asks jokingly "why so glum? Your team lose or somethin'?" which should've made Gary give a feeble sort of laugh but instead just earns him another muffled sob.

More seriously, he adds "it's only football, love. It's only football."

"Yeah. Right," Gary says quietly. There's a slight echo to his voice, like he's calling from a bathroom or something.

"Are you out somewhere?" David asks, which feels like an embarrassing question when even the thought of him going out after a loss goes against a quarter of a century's knowledge about Gary.

"Wha? Oh, no. No, I'm at the 'otel, just - felt a bit sick, is all. Been campin' out in the bathroom for a little bit."

David's gut twists with guilt. "Say the word, Gaz, and I'm on the next plane over there. This time of night, I reckon I can be at your door in less than four hours."

It's an empty promise, not because he wouldn't go - David would quite readily run all the way to Spain if that was the only way to get there - but because he knows Gary will say no. Because Gary is far too proud to admit he needs other people, even his bloody husband. And because Salford has a game tomorrow, and Gary would lose all respect for him if David skipped out on watching it just to fly to Spain for a bit of a cuddle.

They sit in silence for a few moments, David listening to Gary's shaky breaths slowly start to even out.

"Can I ask you somethin', David?" Gary asks after a while, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Of course," David replies without a moment's hesitation. "Anything, always. You know that."

"Yeah." He hears Gary's uncomfortable chuckle, can just picture the way he's probably running a hand through his hair right now. "Yeah, I - I dunno, it might be stupid. Tell me if it's stupid, Becks, but lately I've - I've been thinkin', about Spain. I mean, obviously I've been thinkin' about Spain, see, stupid, but I mean - I've been thinkin' about Madrid."

David's been thinking a lot about Madrid lately too. Hard not to, when the man you love has fucked off to Spain and there's not a damn thing you can do about it without being marked a hypocrite because you did the same.

He'd hated Madrid. He'd loved Madrid. Both things can be true. He sometimes wonders what his life would look like now if United hadn't recalled his loan at the end of that season, if they'd sold him for good. Though who knows, maybe that wasn't an offer that Madrid had on the table. Maybe he was always going to end his career at Manchester United.

"I miss you more, this time around," David says gently. "Never would've thought that'd be possible, but. There you go."

"Yeah." Gary chuckles again, still uncomfortable. Like that's not the end of his thought, like the worst is still to come. "I just - I always wondered, an' I know it's stupid, so like - but I always wondered, like. D'you remember valentines, that year? With the - the red card, and the international break, and - but before all that, when you sent all them presents for me to Old Trafford? I - I dunno, I keep thinkin', lately, about somethin' Roy said that day. That maybe you felt guilty about somethin'."

David has had twelve years to anticipate this conversation, but the question still makes him wince, still feels like it's causing him physical pain.

He'd been all alone out there. He didn't know any Spanish, couldn't speak to any of his teammates. Back in Manchester, Gaz had lost his form, it was obvious even on a TV screen a thousand miles away, so David had been tiptoeing around him in all their calls, careful not to rock the already unstable boat.

So he'd had nobody. That's his excuse, and it's a weak one. Gary deserves better than that.

"I love you," he says quickly, even though they both know that's not a valid answer. "I've loved you my whole life."

"Becks."

"It only happened once. I can barely remember what she looked like. It was just once, Gaz, swear on my life. An' I felt sick after, for weeks and weeks."

"Alright." Gary lets out a long, shaky breath. "Yeah, alright then. Yeah."

"Gaz -"

"Think I already knew, didn't I? But I think it's good, that - at least now I can stop wonderin'."

"I love you."

"Yeah." Gary sighs again. "Night, David."

*

Felt a bit sick, Gary had said.

It's probably just coincidence.

[sillyunicorn]

red white and young royals blue

this post has nothing to do with rwrb, i just thought it'd be a funny title

inspired by this post about queer ships having a red character and a blue character (which was inspired by this one) so ofc i saw this post and went looking for evidence that my blorbos fit the mold and oh do they!!

So, please join me on my completely unscientific gathering of red!simon and blue!wille evidence :) (i'd also love a full analysis of color in YR including the other characters but i'll leave that for someone else) let's go:

red and blue checkin' each other out at the party

red when he's thinkin' about/talkin' to simon

red gas station when wille goes to meet simon

red when simon's playing piano at his dad's place

more simon in red

linda's car is also red

blue when simon reaches out to wilhelm

(also I'm obsessed with the movie dialogue that happens here mirroring the wilmon situation... "I'm getting a little freaked out here, what are we gonna do?" "We're gonna get out of here. we just need to keep our heads... this is about us now.")

linda in red as she greets simon

wille in red as he asks simon about staying with him for the weekend

wilhelm back in blue after breaking things off with simon

simon's dad in red when confronting him about the drugs

a blue bike takes simon to wille

(light) blue sheets on wilhelm's bed (bonus simon's wearing a blue shirt under his hoodie and wilhelm's boxers are blue too) (and yes the curtains are blue too)

wilhelm in blue leaving simon in bed (and making plans to hide that simon was there)

omg is linda wearing red and blue?? in the golden that always suffuses lovely intimate wilmon moments? she might as well be wearing a "team wilhelm" pin (she's also saying "you're always welcome here" right here)

Also it’s kind of hard for me to tell what color wilhelm’s shirt is here actually but imma say they’re in blue and red again

blue wille blue walls (w red accents)

red lamp and curtains at simon's house

red towel and shirt(?) or smth in the foreground when simon comes to see wille

blue scarf on his way to the castle

simon on the red blanket as his mom's comforting him (:sob:)

simon on his blue bed cover next to his blue painting when wilhelm texts him

blue sky on the phone with his mom

simon's red school uniform and wilhelm's blue scarf both barely peeking out... OKAY i'm gonna stop there with season 1 for now...

someone with a bigger brain than me come tell me what it all means

[inkdemon-whore]

just got PUNCHED IN THE FACE..... with a thought-

if the ink demon eats his failed/dead audrey spawn

and retains their memories and info

ok

and fave audrey acts more like toon bendy

alright

and if the ink demon was being tormented by the keepers to become, toon bendy

mm-hmm

what

if

he started thinkin about his favorite?

if ink made favorite from thinkin about henry, and in that sentimentality, he managed to dig up this old, abandoned, toon bendy part of himself to make her. and she ends up sorta nurturing and growing that part of himself outside of him, plus getting through to him and his trauma shit, and then gets reincorporated into him. sharing with him those memories, feeling, etc that she made outside of himself.

and then with more trauma, him distancing himself from perfect audrey, thinking it's her who's doing all this stuff to him now, pushing that toon/fave part of himself down further and further over the years, only to suddenly be captured and tormented like he was, or even worse than he was outside of the machine years ago. going back mentally to a time where he was abused horrifically like this, and being forced to be something he's not. thinking "i'm stronger now, i'm not going to be as weak as i was before. You can't hurt me anymore." only for the torment to seemingly never stop.

his mind would wonder, and dig, and hope to recall some better time before this. and he thinks of his favorite. and honestly, she's probably the only thing that gets him to cry. he thinks this might be deserved, or thinks that audrey outside the machine might retain some memory of her past time and is resentful, but none of those answers make any sense. he keeps digging in his own head and all of her memories seem to be there. and he goes from hating himself and feeling this is a worthy punishment for all the torment he's caused, to wishing she was there, and cry not from the pain and torment he's being put through, but because he misses her.

he just wants to hold her again. he wouldn't mind her calling him out on his self hating bullshit again. he's embarrassed of recollections of the two playing. disgusted recalling through her eyes of him killing or eating someone. felling pity as he reaches deeper in his mind at moments he'd done her wrong, or hurt her in ways he still hardly understands, and seeing those same memories through her eyes, and breaking at the feeling. essentially seeing himself, looking at himself through her eyes, laying on the floor in pitch blackness, seeing her hold his hand and vividly hear a soft "you can cry, it's ok." spoken in a way so genuine and nearly choked up, it makes him hyperventilate and feel sick to his stomach.

the keepers are grossly gleeful about this, not knowing what's going on in the ink demons head, just seeing him sob and get giddy, thinking their torment is working. thinking this emotionless thing is finally showing emotion due to them. they think the ink demon's form is changing because of their influence. not because this part of him, that's always been there, that for once was finally given time to grow outside of himself on accident, that was buried twice over, is finally crawling its way up to the surface, through all the scar tissue and calluses, and making itself known out of love for one, two, maybe three-ish people if you wanna count him being friendly with bertrum. and pure, tormented, traumatized HATRED and SPITE for everything else.

he doesn't turn into bendy in the first place, because the keepers torment, he turns into bendy because he's always been bendy, and no one will let him be bendy, and he hardly ever lets himself be bendy, and it took pulling that bendy part out of himself, and pretending/making it someone else, and putting it back in, for him to even get a chance to be bendy, just for a little bit. he's still not perfect, he's still hurt and tortured, he's still scared because he's always been scared, hell he still probably hates himself, but now in this toon form it's that self hatred that's being pushed down in favor of... his favorite... i guess.

....

it took an out of body/sitting beside himself experience for this fucker to realize "ya know, maybe i'm not all that bad". and that same-ish out of body/sitting beside himself/toon part of him is comin back like tag team to switch spots and hopefully stop him from getting more hurt. because being strong and stoic like this isn't working, being a monster that destroys everything isn't working, and... he hates it, but... sometimes, it's ok to let his walls down and cry, and... being loved, even for a moment, from someone else, or from himself which is hard to do when he's not split in two, is the only thing that gets the tears flowing...

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I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRY SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

[jasleh]

FFxivWrite2023 Prompt 1: Envoy

character: Rrahna time period: post-6.4/Pandaemonium

(Envoy is too close to Emissary so I guess it's Being Sad About Elidibus Hours 'cause I couldn't think of anything else lol)

"Ye do no remember much from when ye were captured, ye said? From… from Eric, I mean."

Rrahna and Claudien sat together on a rock ledge in Labyrinthos, close enough to Aporia that Claudien didn't need to worry about running into something dangerous getting there, but far enough away to provide privacy. Not that it was truly necessary to keep their meetings a secret, but Rrahna was finding secrecy a hard habit to break. Anyway, even in Sharlayan the Warrior of Light was watched and gossiped about. She wanted no rumors swirling while the two of them were still cautiously working out what they were to each other now.

"Not much, no," he admitted. "Some vague impressions, nothing more. I was hoping they might come clearer, but they grow only fainter. Because they were not inscribed in the crystal, I surmise…. why do you ask?"

"Oh, it just… there be somethin' that he said to me… And I keep thinkin' about it." Rrahna leaned back against the cliff face behind them, eyes closed and face thoughtful. "'Bout how Themis would no want to be me enemy. And yet… he were me enemy before he were me friend… and me friend before he were me enemy. Loops," she sighed. "Loops and loops and loops."

Claudien could but sympathize. His own life had felt decidedly non-linear ever since Ericthonios had granted him the memories of a life long past. How much worse must it be for Rrahna, who had actually traveled to that past in this life? Loops upon loops indeed.

"Ye… he… were right, I be sure, and yet, we were enemies far longer than we were friends. Far far longer, dependin' on how and who ye count." How had he reacted to Azem's betrayal, she wondered? Such memories were long lost and never now to be recovered. "When we fought, I hated him. There be a part of me that has no yet forgiven him and may no ever… and yet after I won I mourned him." The part that would not forgive was Ardbert, and even he had softened somewhat towards Themis. Yet she couldn't blame him for the grudge after how poorly she had reacted to Zenos's much shorter theft of her body. She would need to introduce Ardbert to Claudien sooner or later, but not yet.

Claudien just watched her, letting her talk. This, perhaps more than anything else, was what bound them together. Who else could understand - truly understand - what it was like to have such complicated emotions about Ascians? Who could they really speak to about such things but each other?

"Oh Eric," it came out half a sob, and she did not even realize the wrong name had slipped out. "There were so little left of him. Ye can no imagine. Time and Zodiark stole all that were Themis. He had only the memory of duty left. There were only Elidibus, the Emissary." It had hurt even then, the tragedy of how much he had lost. It hurt so much more now that she knew him as he had been. "I be glad… ye did no ever see him like that. And gladder still that I were able to speak to him one last time."

At last, Rrahna opened her eyes and looked at Claudien. "Down in the Aetherial Sea, Themis told me he were just like Lahabrea and… and Eric. Just a wanderin' soul that Athena impressed memories on. After ye left, he admitted it were no true. Or at least no entirely. She did find him, and manipulate him, but… he were no random soul. It were really him."

Claudien could only gape at this revelation. "That was him? You mean Athena found his actual soul?"

"Aye. Venat… Hydaelyn… must have brought him home after he made the portal. He thought it would take all of him that were left, but it seems it did no."

"So… he could remember…?"

"No much. He said his memories of Pandaemonium were clear, but most after were lost in fog. He were no sure if it were Athena's doing or… because of what he became. Probably a mercy. But he remembered that we fought in the Crystal Tower. And he remembered usin' it to send me to the past on the scrap of a memory. No of Pandaemonium, or what would happen there, but just… a flash of me in Elpis, where I could no have been. He said… he said knowin it let me end the Final Days meant it all had meanin'. Every moment. And he could go to his rest without regrets."

Rrahna sighed and looked down. "I miss him."

Claudien reached out a hand and put it over hers. "Me too."

[kachinnate]

Oof, one last angst and I'm done! Evan finding out from Jared's parents in a parallel to canon with the Murphy's is painful bc it means he's spent the last 3 days wondering where the hell Jared was but wanna know what's worse? Him finding out from Heidi bc she was at working that night/day.

i have since retired from my computer for the night so i cannot draw u anything for this but just know i’m hurting!!!!!!!!

god... how would heidi even break that newssssjddjfjdhd ,,,, part of me wants to say if it’s that night, like it happens and she comes home from work after that, she’d probably wake evan up but if it’s during the day she texts him like “hey i’m going to pick you up from school today” which immediately makes him Tense because she’s never just not busy in the middle of the day

i still don’t know (if we’re going solely based on canon evan and both how he is and how his relationship w jared is) if he’d cry right away at being told this just because the Shock and mild horror overpowers the Hurt and he again probably isn’t going to process it right away , but if he does cry it’d definitely be if his mom tells him as opposed to the kleinmans

[purple-babygirl]

hi im not sure if you’re taking requests so you can ignore this if you’d like, but i really liked your mafia bucky fic !! and i was wondering if you could do one where maybe someone breaks into the house and the reader has to force themselves to be big for a little bit just so they can fight them off and then she runs to the little safe room and goes little there and Bucky finds her there and comforts her and it’s just all fluffy? sorry if this is so specific i just loved the last fic sm 😅

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word count: 1,958

Warnings: reader gets attacked (includes harassment and mentions of violence, cursing, guns), reader gets hurt, mentions of killing, Bucky's softness (yes it's a warning), ddlg dynamics.

A/N: I've been holding onto this one for forever now I'm really sorry for taking so long, dear nonnie🥺 it means the world to me that you liked mafia!daddy!bucky and i hope i delivered with this one and that you like it as much, love. Please enjoy ily xx💜

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safe

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You can do this.

It all happened too fast. She woke up to guns shooting, Bucky’s men yelling at each other before all the voices suddenly stopped and the door to their bedroom was violently kicked open.

She didn’t even have time to scream before she was dragged from under the large bed by her ankle.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just like Daddy taught you.

“Let go! You don’t wanna do this!” she shrieked, warning the person trying to snatch her off the floor, her leg kicking as she struggled to flee his vice-like hold.

She’d suddenly forgotten every single self-defense move Bucky has ever taught her and was thrashing in panic.

“Oh, I don’t?” the man laughed, his grip painful on her limb as he tried to get on top of her.

She screamed when he dug his fingernails in the flesh of her shin, forcing her legs apart.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He licked his lips when he drew blood, running his gun up her bare leg, pressing down when it reached her inner thigh, “beg me to let you go.”

The words infuriated her big self. If Bucky had taught her one thing that she could never forget it was how dear and precious she was.

“Do you know who my man is?” Her free foot collided with the intruder’s chin, hitting him just right for his teeth to slam together, making him groan and loosen his grasp.

“I beg no one for nothing.” She spat, clumsily standing up, rushing inside Bucky’s large walk-in closet.

“You’re gonna regret that, you little bitch!” The masked man threatened, banging his fist on the door, “I’m gonna make that man of yours weep blood over your dead slut body!”

Her breath was coming out in puffs as tears blurred her vision. With trembling fingers, she moved Bucky’s hung-up suits to the side, revealing the metal door to the panic room.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just a bit longer.

She could hear the man take a few steps back and she knew he was going to shoot the closet open. Her shaky fingers pushed the buttons and typed the number code, the date of the day Bucky had asked her to be his.

I feel safe knowing I have you, angel, so it’s only fit that we make it the safe room code, he'd told her with a playful shrug.

She slid inside as soon as the door moved, pushing her back against the concrete wall, trying to take her breath. The door clicked shut right before the wooden one to the closet was thrown open.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You got this.

She let out a relieved sigh that broke into a sob as she tiredly slid down the wall, still hearing the scary man curse, bang and shoot on the safe room door.

Where was Bucky? She couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t a situation she wanted to be present in. Her body started folding up, taking fetal position as her mind led her to the safer side against her better will. Even her fists closed upon themselves, tears leaving her eyes and traveling down the bridge of her nose. She was losing consciousness of her present surroundings, pictures of Bucky’s eyes spreading in her vision instead of the dull, grey walls of the room.

She was crying too loudly to hear the firing of Bucky’s gun right outside the door or the peeping of the door as it slid open once again.

“Angel!” Bucky’s voice sounded so distant. She felt like she was drowning with how muffled his calls were to her ears.

Seeing her body shake with sobs on the floor like that made Bucky want to walk out and shoot the man’s dead body again and again until he couldn’t be identified.

How dare they send someone here? How dare they violate the sanctity of his home? They were certainly not going to live another day to repeat or repent from their sins.

“Angel, are you hurt?” He kneeled beside her, gently untangling her limbs to check if she was wounded anywhere.

Aside from a couple of nasty scratches by her ankle, she was physically okay and Bucky could breathe a little better as his body sagged on the floor.

He swallowed and lifted her on his lap, signaling his men to leave when they stepped in the room to check if they were needed after ‘cleaning up’.

“Get me water.” Was all he said and they were running to the nearest fridge.

“I’m sorry, my angel. I’m here now. You’re okay.” Bucky mumbled, lips hovering over her temple.

“Dada.” Her body leaned into his warmth but her cries didn’t stop and Bucky could only hold her closer as he tried not to let guilt rip him apart.

She was like that now because of him. Had he been a normal man with a normal life, she would’ve been safer. She didn’t deserve to be startled awake only to be chased by a criminal in the middle of the night. She didn’t deserve any of the bullshit that hit her because she was with Bucky.

He kept planting kiss after kiss to her head, wishing he could go back and be there to protect her.

“Shh, you’re okay, my angel. You’re safe,” he kept telling her as he supported himself up with her in his arms.

Her cries were dying down and she was getting comfier in Bucky’s protective hold, fingers digging in his shoulders afraid he would leave again.

“Please, calm down, baby. I’m here. No one can hurt you, angel.” Bucky took her out and to the bathroom so he could take a look at her leg.

“Baby, are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked after sitting her down on the cold counter.

Instead of answering, she pressed her forehead to his chest and kept sniveling, hands clutching Bucky’s jacket. She wasn’t ready for him to let her go yet. She may be too far gone but her body knew it needed to be close to Bucky’s.

“Baby, please come back to me,” Bucky begged, tears threatening to spill from his once hard, cold eyes.

“Angel,” his thumb brushed her cheek and she finally looked up to him.

“Dada, I was so scared.” She sobbed, shaking at the memory.

“I’m sorry, my angel.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead, “I’m here with you, baby. No need to be scared anymore.”

“That man- he-” she hiccupped.

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe.” Bucky stroked her back warmly as she buried her face in his chest again.

He took the bottle of water from one of his men, waving him out of the bathroom.

“Here, baby, drink some water.”

She wouldn’t move. She just wanted to be close to Daddy. She was scared and Bucky was safety. He was home.

“For me, baby. Just a tiny sip.” Bucky twisted the bottle cap open, gently cupping her cheek to coax her away from his body.

His heart swelled when she leaned her damp cheek on his palm, enjoying the warmth. Her smaller hand cupped his and her eyes closed, her face further pressed into Bucky’s hand as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Bucky bit his lip, holding back the waterworks. He should’ve been here; should’ve prevented it all from happening. His thumb brushed her chin and she opened her eyes.

“Drink a little, angel.” Bucky offered a kind smile.

She nodded, sitting up straighter, her lashes wet with tears as she looked up to Bucky, her gaze holding no blame.

He brought the bottle to her lips and she gulped down, the chilled water soothing her sore throat.

“Better?” Bucky cocked his head to the side and she nodded, sniffing.

Bucky bowed, holding his forehead against hers. He just wanted to feel her breathe soundly; wanted to make his mind stop telling him he almost lost her forever.

“Dada.”

“Yes, my angel.” Bucky pecked her lips.

“My leg hurts.” Her voice was awfully small as she pointed to the burning scratches ruining her beautiful skin. Bucky wished he could hide her between his ribs in place of his heart.

“Daddy’s got you, angel.”

Bucky cleaned her wound, apologizing with a kiss to her cheek every time she hissed. He had her tell him what happened to distract her and it worked. She wanted him to be proud so much she eagerly told him all about kicking the bad man. Tears gathered in her eyes once again when he applied ointment but she continued with her story, Bucky’s smile keeping her calm.

“Angel, you were so brave! I’m so proud of you, baby.” Bucky kissed her bandaged leg, “how did you do that?!”

“Kept thinkin’ dada thoughts.” She hugged Bucky again.

Bucky was a puddle on the bathroom floor. She was telling him she was brave like that because she was thinking of him through it all. He adored her so much he didn’t know who he was if not her man.

“I promise this is the last time you would ever have to go through anything like that,” Bucky assured, chuckling lovingly when she squeezed him harder and nodded.

She believed Bucky. She knew he could keep her safe. This wasn’t a usual occurrence, Bucky’s always made sure she was protected. She had no doubt anything would change. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart.

Bucky knew that and it scared him to death. He was scared one day he might not be up to the trust she’d put in him. He feared disappointing her; not being there for her in time. He was terrified a day would come where he might let her down.

“Never again. You’re safe, my angel. You’re always safe with me.”

Bucky’s soft lips placed a languishing kiss to her forehead. Her eyes were next, Bucky kissed her eyelids and under her eyes. Then he left wet kisses on both cheeks before pecking her nose. She smiled shyly when he pressed his mouth to the corner of hers.

“I love you, angel,” Bucky whispered against her lips before kissing her.

~

Bucky carried her back to their bed. The room was organized again, nothing was out of place and she was in Daddy’s arms. She was safe once more.

Bucky held her to his chest all night, his mind too loud to let him fall asleep. She went back to bed almost immediately though. Bucky’s presence was all it really took for her to feel peaceful enough to close her eyes and dream again.

When she moved out of his embrace in her sleep, Bucky carefully left the room and went to his office to review the security cameras footage. He knew watching the attack would make his blood boil again but he had to see what happened and how the unlucky asshole got inside his mansion.

While she already told him she’d defended herself, Bucky was the proudest seeing it unfold on the screen.

“Do you know who my man is?... I beg no one.”

The words brought the largest smile to Bucky’s lips. He was so proud of his angel; so amazed by her courage. He thought he couldn’t love her any more than he already did and he was wrong. His heart has picked the right girl and for that he was grateful. Bucky took one last look at the shining ring in his top drawer before shutting it and walking back to continue cuddling his precious sweetheart.

~~

Tags: @harrysthiccthighss, @tinystudentfirepurse, @lavendercitizen

[mypoisonedvine]

awestruck || lee bodecker x modern!reader

based on a request for how lee would react to today's women.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut (including oral, m and f receiving, and anal... lots of anal), degradation/praise, reader being a complete hoe for lee bodecker because I know y'all bitches and I know what you're up to, essentially pwp because I refuse to explain how/why lee is in the modern era

You were very, very different than the women Lee was used to.

With them it had been months of courting and flowers and seduction to get a few minutes of kissing, maybe even some over-the-clothes touching, but if he went too far he got slapped and dumped.

With you it was a swipe right and half an episode of something called "net flicks" and you were straddling him and grinding on him and kissing him like you had never wanted anything so much.

With them, sex was missionary only, every other week only, in bed only, and even when he made them feel good they didn't like to show too much enthusiasm because it was unladylike, apparently.

With you it was things he hadn't even realized were options-- like the very first time, when you were holding onto his knees for balance as you bounced your ass on him, moaning loudly, your pussy gripping him for dear life.

With women back then, sex was a thing women let men have as a begrudging favor, but you begged him for it, sobbed and shook and shivered beneath him, opened your legs for him constantly... he could barely keep up, honestly, but he was more than happy to try. When he couldn't come any more at least he could get you off with his fingers or devour your cunt, and you loved it.

Almost as much, you loved doing things women absolutely did not do in 1966. Only hookers gave blowjobs then, but you got on your knees and sucked him off gladly, getting wet just from his cock down your throat. You even swallowed his come; you even let him paint your face with it and it genuinely blew his mind.

He was totally in awe of you. You weren't just the woman of his dreams, you were beyond that: never in a million years could he have dreamed up a girl like you. Even further, he never would've thought he'd actually get to call you his girl.

"Yours, yours, all yours," you chanted as he pounded you into the mattress.

"Yeah you are," he agreed, "my fuckin whore, huh? My pretty fucktoy?"

"Yes," you sobbed, and he loved how much you loved being called rude things like that. "Whatever you want..."

"But it's not about what I want, is it?" he grinned. "It's about how you want to be used, all the filthy things you want me to do to you, ain't that right?"

You whined a little but nodded.

"So tell me what you want," he prompted.

"I want... I want you to take my ass," you admitted suddenly, biting your lip a bit as he stopped moving to stare down at you in shock.

"You— I— what?" he stammered.

"You... you don't have to, if you don't want—“

"Oh, I want," he cut you off to assure, "I wanna give you anything you ask for. I just... I didn't even know... How long have you been thinkin' about this?"

"Ever since the first time you fucked me," you admitted, making him choke on his gasp. "Remember, how I rode you and you kept staring at my ass? I kept hoping you'd hold me down and put your thumb in it while you fucked me..."

"Oh Christ," he groaned, "so that's how it is then? You're tryna kill me?"

You giggled, and he pulled out to roll you onto your back, kissing you suddenly.

"You're too fuckin good to be true," he sighed against your lips. You laughed and hugged him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'm really nothing special," you denied with a smirk as he kissed his way to your neck, "a lot of girls will do that nowadays."

"It's not that you're willing to do it, honey, it's that you want it so bad," he explained in a whisper right against your ear. "I don't need half the stuff you do, I'd be happy with wholesome lovemaking three times a week. What's so amazing is that you want more... and for some goddamn reason you want it from me."

He kissed you again, a little slower but a lot harder, until he pulled back just enough to growl: "Turn over."

You happily flipped onto your stomach, arching your back to wiggle your butt out towards him.

"Quit actin' so desperate," he scolded with a hard spank that made you groan. "You're a hell of a woman but you sure as hell ain't no lady."

"You like it," you pointed out with a grin.

"Well, that's beside the point," he smirked back as he reached down to circle your tight rim with his finger. You reached up to your bedside drawer, from which a bottle of lube appeared in your hand that you passed back to him. "Now what's a sweet girl like you doing with this in her bedside drawer, huh?" he mocked, popping the cap to apply some to his fingers. "I see, you've got all sorts of guys coming over to fuck you in the ass, I'm just one of your hookups."

"No, just you," you sighed as he started to slide his lubed up finger over your hole. "I just want you, Lee, I swear."

"Hey, you're a modern woman, it would be too much to expect you to be a devil in the sheets and strictly monogamous..."

"Lee, baby, it's just you, haven't even thought about anybody else since I met you— fuck!" you gasped, interrupting yourself as he pushed one finger in.

"Just relax honey," he instructed, "if you can't take a finger I won't put my cock in you."

"No, please, need it," you whined. "I'll be good, please..."

He smiled and pushed the second finger in, slowly twisting within you and starting to stretch you out.

"More," you whispered, almost too quiet to hear but he heard you and quickly added a third finger which made you tense up at first before relaxing again.

He was entranced by watching your body open up for him, amazed at how well you were adjusting and how clearly your noises indicated enjoyment. He wouldn't have agreed to this if he didn't think you'd like it, and he had fully prepared himself for you to change your mind, but here you were... looking like you were having an even better time than he was.

"Please, I'm ready, I want it," you begged.

"No, baby, you need a little more," he assured, pushing his fingers deeper to be sure you'd be able to take him.

"Please please pleeeaaasse, I need your cock in me, I need you to fuck my ass—!"

He cut you off with another spank, pulling his fingers out of you to slather his cock with some lube and line it up with your hole. "You're sure?" he hissed.

You nodded eagerly and he barely moved his hips forward, just enough to start to slide his head into you, and you both let out a deep noise of pleasure together. But he didn't slow down until he met the end of you, one long smooth stroke into your waiting body until his hips met yours and he thought he might lose it right then and there.

"Oh my god," he sighed, "your ass is... so fuckin' tight..."

He started to move a little faster, pinning you down as you gasped and moaned so beautifully.

"Won't be by the time I'm done with it," he promised through his teeth, picking up his pace once again as you clutched at the sheets beneath you— yet your back arched to push your hips up towards him, so it was obvious you loved it. "That's whatcha want, sweetheart? For me to stretch out your ass?"

"Please," you whimpered.

"God, you're good, you're so good," he hissed, his hips slapping into your soft flesh loudly now, his rough hands pinning your shoulders down. “Too fuckin’ good…”

Your moans sounded different than usual— deeper, needier, desperate in a way he very much understood as he tried to hold himself back from fucking you too hard. It was difficult to pick where to look since every part of you looked so beautiful like this but he went ahead and settled his gaze on your face, the breathless moan you were perpetually caught in as your eyes fell shut and your mouth was open slack.

You chanted his name in a hoarse whisper as he fucked you harder, one more reminder to both of you that it was his body filling yours, his cock penetrating you in such a taboo way.

"I'm— I'm gonna come," you stammered, causing his brain to short circuit for a moment.

"You... you're gonna come, from this? Just this?" he realized.

You nodded, and he really had to hold back to not fill you instantly at the thought of you coming from anal alone. He understood now how he had suddenly appeared in this strange time, with no idea how or why; he must have died and gone to a very fucked up heaven.

“Go ahead and come then,” he instructed darkly. “Wanna see you come for me.”

He could all but see the shiver run up your spine, your upper teeth digging into your lip as you whimpered louder and louder— and it was a bit harder than normal to tell by the feel of you that you were coming, but the noises you made were incontrovertibly those of a woman thrown into pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, your moans exhausted and weak, and he couldn’t take it anymore: with a grunt of his own, he filled your insides with his spend, barely managing to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t crush you.

You hummed, wiggling a little under him as you caught your breath, and it was almost too much on his sensitive, softening cock.

“That was… you are…” he started over a few times, not even sure what to say.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you announced as you sat up and gave him a quick kiss. “Join me later?”

“O-okay,” he mumbled, watching you dash to the bathroom as he fell back onto the bed and contemplated the wonderful insanity his life had become with you in it. Maybe the future really is bright after all...

[itoshi-s]

Have you ship ur moots yet? If you haven't I kinda wanna see it :)

hi nonnie !!! UH OH i had to let it marinade in my inbox for a lil but it's here finally ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

considering i'm moots with quite a few people on here,, i included just these that i interacted w the most / followed for the longest !! </3 i love each n every single one of u tho MWAH bbies !

@garoujo & nagi ,, they're endgame </3 i don't make the rules they come in a pack ! sweetest gamer couple ever !!!!! have u seen them at the gym 2gether !! @_@ u cannot tell me otherwise n if you think any different,, you're delirious LOL

@haitanisbug keelo my beloved ,,,, u belong w the haitanis in a poly ship </3 PLEASEEEEE you'd rock their world. and make them do the filthiest most insane shit 2 each other. MHM MHM i am rooting for this . also: shinichiro >_< keep that boy on a leash !

@tinymaru & reo !!!!! OBVIOUSLY DUH ! reine makes his rich boy ass so whipped i know it . reo's told me himself he's so in luv ong o_o also have u seen them on a double date w/ seishiro & emmie .. THE CUTEST ever !

@yaakultt n loser isagi ........ the pretty sassy girlfriend w her lame golden retriever bf .. >_< BUT ALSO ever since i picked up hq i SOOOO definitely get ur selfship w kags. it just works. i see it so well kayla i am a BIG fan !!!!

@katasstrophy RIVER hear me out.. let me tell u soMETHING LET ME TELL U SOMETHING ... sae .. it makes SOOOOO much sense. he'd LOVE u and your snarky ass. constant teasing but he smiles at u when you're not looking. PLSSSS also. ever since u outed urself as a ushijima kinda gal .... yeah.. i see it vividly he adores u. somethin about u being an aspiring writer ,, abt u being all crazy n fun and him just @_@ falling head over heels for u bc you're similar in a way but then again,, there's some differences that make it so much more enthralling. SOBBING i have sm more to say abt both of these ships

@ryudoll *slams fists on the table* RYUSEI !!!!!!! i don't take any criticism @_@ the sweetest shy gf w/ her clinically insane boyfie ??? HELLO ?? jae you'll always be the otp in my eyes ! always forever ! he's your crazy doberman boyfriend BUT u keep him on a lil pink leash and he always comes crawling back </3 PLEASE this is so cute. i am biting my fist as we speak

@lalunanymph DAWN PLS .. KAKUCHO.. i remember reading ur works back in my tokrev era and you were the one (1) single content creator on here to make me see the potential in this man !!!! how else would u do that if u weren't literal soulamtes o_o y'all just. belong together. all classy but sweet. thinkin of u two in the bonten timeline....... how you'd ABSOLUTELY turn heads ........ you're the IT couple you're the moment ! </3

@iitoshi ALL THE RINS !!!!!! all of em ! pls the way i can't wait to get to hq s4 just to meet suna n see the yet another rin that bagged u ! >_< but also !!!!! idk how u feel abt him but your vibes make me think of mitsuya sm </3 you're both the sweetest n I KNOW he'd be obsessed. i wanna see that happen mhm mhm

@saetoshis KUNIGAMI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NNGHHHHHH or or or tengen OR ANY BEEFY MAN U DESIRE MOSHI ! cuz u would bag them 100000000%. i think of you and i think of big juicy sturdy men ! kuni is my 1st choice tho <3 you're his biggest fan n he makes sure he shows gratitude in ... various ways........ some filthier than others ADKLHK but you're the sweetest couple ik it </3

@no3tis LALA HEAR ME OUT .. bachira ............. @_@ I KNOW you'd be the most fun couple 2 be around and i'd most probably piss myself laughing around u two LOL you're both insane n i lub u <3 you give me such similar vibes but it WORKS i can see you together so well !!!!!!1 one of these couples that u glance at and just FEEL that they're perfect for each other !

@haithamuse ESTHER i might not know the al haitham guy just yet but. BUT ! he gives me v smart vibes and so do u and IT WORKS in my mind !!!!! idc if i got it wrong cuz it's 1000% true to me (>_<) !! but also. let me just suggest ....... the man himself that you'd DEF bring down on HIS knees instead !!! kaiser @_@ pls you're already like past the language barrier n almost neighbors too. just fall in love already i wanna see that happen KDAJHAK

@dark-mnjiro n barou !!!!!! PLSSSS lee. sigh you'd make this man reach his full malewife potential that we all KNOW he has. you're the couple that makes everyone heal !!! the couple that makes all ur friends feel like you're the parents of the group LOOOOL the vibes are immaculate n u always make me feel so giddy whenever we interact ! it only makes sense u make shoei feel the same & put his guard down around u ! </3

[starlitangels]

Kept Her Safe

Pups AU! Lil continuation of Keep Her Safe because Gabriel needed to come check on Micah 2.5k words

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Sam and I jumped out of the truck, slamming the doors, and immediately Sam was at the door to the house, rushing inside. “Micah!” he shouted as I ran in behind him. I shut the front door behind me, gave a brief "Hi,” to Vincent, his partner, their daughter, and both of Sam’s progenies, and ran upstairs after him.

By the time I made it up to Micah’s room, Sam had gathered her to his chest, tears sliding down his face and into her blue hair. He was clinging to her like she might dissolve if he let go.

Outside of shifting, my knowledge of magic was pretty minimal, but I’d been healed by magic plenty enough to recognize the feel of the echoes of it clinging to Micah’s Core. Given she only wore a tank top, I could see plenty of scrapes and bruises still lingering on her skin. Apart from the vibrant blue hair, she looked a lot like me when I was her age. And even though she was 5′8″, a mere four inches shorter than Sam, she looked so small huddled up against his chest.

I sat down on the bed behind her, wrapping my arms around her and Sam.

“What in hell were you thinkin’?” Sam whispered, sounding terrified. Micah tentatively reached up and wrapped her arms around Sam. Her breath shook.

“They were three hostile vampires, Dad,” she said. The California accent she usually faked was gone, leaving her Dad’s full Southern one that she naturally talked with. Sam had done the vast majority of teaching her how to talk, so it was no surprise that she talked with his accent. “Rose and I were out in the forest. Just wrestling. Playing around. I… I couldn’t—” She choked on a sob. “I couldn’t let them get close to Rose.”

“Why didn’t you just call for Vincent? He woulda heard you,” Sam said.

Micah shook her head. “I didn’t have time to think,” she said. “I had to act.”

Sam actually smiled, meeting my eyes. Your daughter, he mouthed. 

I gave him a snarky raised eyebrow. Yours too, I mouthed back.

“I know you’re talking about me,” Micah muttered.

I rubbed her back soothingly. “Your dad’s just pointing out that that’s exactly what I would have done.”

She sniffed. “You’re not... mad at me?” she raised her head off Sam’s chest, amber eyes meeting my gaze, then Sam’s.

“Oh, trust me, little darlin’, I’m livid,” Sam said. He hadn’t called her little darlin’ in quite a while—though it usually came up when she was acting like me the most. “But it’s because I was scared for you. You’re our baby girl.”

Micah squirmed. “Dad, I’m seventeen,” she mumbled.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re still my little girl and always will be.”

She grumbled a little bit, leaning forward into Sam’s chest again and he chuckled. He met my eyes. “She sounds just like you,” he said to me. I smiled. He reached up and scratched the back of her head. “And, rest assured, the lecture’s comin’ later.” He was still holding my gaze. “But, I think I can speak for both of us when I say that we’re proud of you, too.”

Micah sat up to meet Sam’s eyes. “What?”

Sam tugged on a lock of Micah’s hair, winding the wave around his finger the way he did when she was really little and it put her to sleep. But only when Sam did it, back then. “It was reckless and stupid—but it was brave. And you kept Rose safe. The way you always promised all-a us you would. You’re the only non-vampire Vincent and his partner trust to babysit Rose alone. And this is why. Rose has no powers—and probably won’t have any until she comes of age if she makes the decision to let her parents turn her. She’s the most vulnerable member of the clan—and you are trusted to make sure that vulnerability is protected.”

“We are proud of you, Micah,” I said. “I, specifically, am amazed that you held your own against three vampires for as long as you did. Especially at your age.”

Micah sniffed. “Thanks,” she said.

Sam tugged on the lock of hair again. “Are you ready to come downstairs?”

She nodded.

We helped her up. I caught Sam assessing her injuries the moment the blankets exposed them. “Who healed you up?” he asked.

“Vincent and Natalie.”

“Didn’t know Nat knew healing magic.” Sam was the only person who ever called Natalie Shaw “Nat.” She was either Natalie or Natty and nothing else. She didn’t like Nat when it came from anyone else. But she’d always let Sam call her that.

“Uncle Vincent said she doesn’t, but that she let her magic follow his. Said it was her dad’s idea. David’s.”

Sam’s eyes glazed over for just a moment. He was remembering the Inversion. When he taught David how to let his magic flow free behind Sam’s healing magic to save Asher’s life. “Oh,” he said. “Alright.” I squeezed his hand.

Together, we helped Micah downstairs—where she was immediately grabbed by Rose and held tight. “You’re okay!” Rose exclaimed. Micah leaned back into me to stay steady and wrapped her arms gently around her cousin. I held onto her, closing my eyes, grateful everyday she had so much of Sam in her that she wasn’t a carbon copy of me. Micah and I were a lot alike. I had no room to lecture her for taking on three vampires at once at her age and I knew that. We were both reckless, headstrong, and stubborn.

But where I had wanted to make sure Micah was raised to be tough and capable of taking care of herself and protecting the people she cared about, Sam had wanted to make sure Micah was raised to be kind and caring. And by God had she inherited Sam’s heart. And I was grateful every damn day that she had. It meant she hadn’t suffered loneliness like mine when I was her age. Micah just knew how to connect with people—make friends and trust them to have her back. Every time I came downstairs some Saturday morning to find her and Natalie in their wolf forms asleep on the living room floor, curled up on either side of Danny Greer, I was almost overwhelmed with joy.

Yes, my daughter took after me a lot. But she was also so much like Sam that I could trust her not to make the same mistakes I had.

Micah squeezed Rose tighter. “I’m okay,” she agreed.

“Dad said you were really hurt,” Rose said.

Micah pulled on one of Rose’s pigtails. “I was. But your dad fixed me up just fine.”

Rose snuggled against Micah’s chest. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she mumbled.

“Me too, Ro.”

—

Vincent, his partner, Rose, and Sam’s progenies had all gone off to their respective homes an hour previous when a knock echoed off the front door. Micah looked up from where her dad was healing a bruise on her arm. Her shifter parent got up and went to answer the door.

“Gabriel. I assume you’re here to see Micah?” they said. Ever the blunt one.

Micah looked up. Sam gave her a gentle smile. She’d told both of her parents that she hadn’t wanted Gabriel to see her downed—the same sentiment she’d told her uncle when she first found out Gabriel wanted to see her. So Sam had started to mop up the last of her injuries. Most of her skin was clear of the remaining scrapes and bruises.

“Hey Tank. Yeah, if I can.”

“Micah, door’s for you.”

Micah got up and went to the door.

Gabriel was standing there, picking at one of his fingernails. Micah stepped out the door and shut it behind her. “Wanna sit?” she asked, putting her Dahlian accent back on.

She sat on the porch stairs. Gabriel folded himself down next to her. “How... how are you?” he asked. Micah opened her mouth, narrowed her eyes, and closed it again. “That’s a dumb question. Sorry. You just got beaten to hell by three vampires. Don’t answer that.”

“No, no. It... I... I’m okay. Uncle Vincent, your sister, and my dad patched me up pretty well.”

“Was your dad’s lecture one for the books?”

“He hasn’t given it to me yet. But it probably will break a record for me.”

“Temper level or length?”

Micah paused. “Yes.” She snickered.

Gabriel snickered. “I know he can hear us, but I like seeing you smile.”

Micah’s grin widened. “Thanks.” She cast her eyes down the porch stairs, not meeting Gabriel’s piercing green gaze. Gabriel’s eye color was identical to his dad’s, but nowhere near as sharp or stern. Even so, Micah didn’t want to meet that concerned look.

“Hey,” Gabriel entreated gently. She saw his hand extend into her vision, asking to hold it. She slid her fingers between his. She was taller than average and toned, but Gabriel was much bigger than she was, and his hand dwarfed hers. His was warm and callused. He had fewer calluses than she did, but he had the same calluses all shifters had. A tougher palm and finger pads as a result of running in wolf form. This wasn’t the first time she’d held his hand, but it was the first time since... since he took her to the Solstice Ball his last year at their high school. And before that since they were little kids and he’d held her and his sister’s hands to help them cross a street. “Look at me, Micah, please?”

She looked up at him finally. He was giving her a soft look. “Hi,” she said.

He gave her a little smile. “Hi,” he replied. “Micah, what you did... Natalie told me what your uncle told her about what you did. Three vampires. By yourself. I...” He took a deep breath. “I know Danny and I tend to give you a hard time. A... a harder time than we give my sister or Evelyn. I just... we’ve always felt responsible for you. You’re my baby sister’s best friend—”

“And I’m the most reckless,” Micah finished, looking back down the porch stairs. “I know that.”

“That’s not... what I meant. I... I wanted to say... I’m sorry. I’ve been too hard on you for a long time and...” He took a deep breath. “I... I’ve been harder on you than Danny because... you know I like you. I’ve had a crush on you since I was sixteen. And... well. I am my father’s son, I guess. I get... protective.” 

Micah squeezed his hand, but didn’t say anything. Part of her mind always hated the fact that she had feelings for Gabriel—because what was more damn cliché than having a crush on her best friend’s older brother?

But how could she not? He was sweet and kind and gentle and mild-mannered and the closest thing their generation of the pack had to a voice of reason, apart from Danny. He’d just always been there. Been kind to her for as long as she could remember, even when he was giving her and Natalie a hard time.

How could she not have grown feelings?

Gabriel returned her tightened grip. “When Natalie called me and told me what happened... I was so scared. Part of me knew you’d be fine. You’re the toughest of all of us. But part of me was terrified that we’d lose you. That... I would lose you. Before I even got the chance to act on my feelings. Properly. The way I always wanted to.”

Micah met his eyes, one eyebrow raised ever-so-slightly. Waiting. Gabriel was raised right by the Shaws—if he wanted to kiss her, he’d ask permission first. That emerald gaze flicked over her, taking in her face. Pointedly avoiding her lips. “Are you going to act on them?” she prompted when they held each other’s gaze for a solid fifteen seconds and he hadn’t moved an inch. “Your feelings?” What could she say—she was as blunt as her parents sometimes.

Gabriel closed his eyes and looked away. “Not yet,” he said.

Micah pulled her hand out of his grip, heart smarting, stinging with rejection. “Thanks for coming by,” she said, pushing herself to her feet. “But I’m fine.”

“Micah, wait—” He reached out and caught her wrist. Just briefly enough to stop her, but not enough to force her to a halt. He stood up. At 6′5″, he towered over her. “You’re not eighteen yet. I turned twenty a few months ago. I’m pretty sure it’s technically illegal—not even counting all the hell Natalie would give me about ‘robbing the cradle’ or whatever. That’s why I’m not going to act on it yet. That’s why I’ve never acted on it. You’re so much younger than me—”

Micah scoffed. “Two-and-a-third years is not that much, Shaw.”

“In the grand scheme of things, no. But when we’re this young and around the age of adulthood it can feel like a lot.” He slid his hand down from her wrist to take her hand and brought it up to his face. “When you’re eighteen, I’d love to take you out on a proper date, if you’ll let me,” he promised. He pressed a careful kiss to her knuckles. “It’s just a couple months away.”

Micah’s smile was small, and still a little hurt, but it was there. “Then I guess I have something to look forward to,” she said.

His answering grin was relieved. “I’m glad you’re okay, Micah. And I’m glad you kept your cousin safe. I know your family means a lot to you. I’m glad you were able to... do what you did.”

“Thank you, Gabriel.”

“Gabe.”

“What?”

“You can call me Gabe. Just not in front of my parents—or the rest of the pack. Dad always flinches, and so do most older members of the pack who remember my grandpa. Natalie calls me Gabe too, though, so when it’s just the three of us, that’s fine.”

“Why?”

“You earned it. And Gabe is saved for people I care about. And... who I know... care about... me.” He gestured awkwardly with his other hand. “If you want. You don’t have to. I-I-I know you’re probably just used to Gabriel at this point so that’s fine too. It’s just if you wanted to—”

“Gabe,” Micah interrupted. Testing how it felt in her mouth. “It’s okay. If that’s what you want me to call you, then that’s what I’ll call you.”

He lit up. “Really?”

She nodded. “Yeah. And... if you want... my older siblings call me Mikey. Actually—not Frederick. Just the other one. But Rose calls me Mikey too. You can, if you want. In private.” She glared up at him. He smiled.

“Mikey. I like it. Okay.” He raised her hand to his lips again and pressed another kiss to her knuckles. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too.”

[feelin-woozy]

Title: Stoke The Fire

Word Count: 1984

Pairing: Bo Sinclair x female!reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, breeding, degradation, dumbification

Thanks @slasherrabbitmadness for the inspiration and the absolute brain rot that she has given me with the idea of dilf!Bo :) go check out her dilf Bo stuff because it's,,, chefs kiss.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to spend time over at Bo’s house; it became almost like a second home over the years. Your father and Bo have a relationship that bloomed from the moment they entered business together a few years back. It wasn’t easy to imagine what life was like before Bo became so close to your family.

A warm summer breeze blows past you, ruffling the soft saffron colored cotton of your dress against your thighs. Of course, you don’t miss the way Bo’s blue eyes dart to the newly exposed flesh of your thigh, but beyond that, he doesn’t make a move, just sips the beer in his hand and takes another easy drag off the cigarette.

Your dad is prattling on about this and that, talking about some jackoff who tried to rip him off the other day at work claiming that his rate was ludacris and that there were a dozen other mechanics that could do it for cheaper. And sure, that may have been true, but the quality wasn’t there. It wasn’t biased, perhaps a little, but it was still a well known fact that your dad and Bo ran the best mechanic shop in town; it’s why they got away with the rates they charged. And there was always a sense of taking care of the community, their community, that had the townsfolk whipped and willing to shell out the money.

The lively strumming of guitars swirled around you, and you bounced your leg to the steady beat of the Seether song that played over the speakers. It was heavier than the usual stuff that your dad played around the house, but then there were many things about Bo that were heavier. Perhaps that’s why they worked so well together.

Your attention is drawn away from the melodic beat and easy going conversation between Bo and your dad when a small hand tugs at the hem of your dress. You turn your head to look down at the young girl, blue eyes staring up at you with a smile that lacked a few teeth. You return the smile to her, waiting for her to speak and voice whatever thoughts swirled around in that head of hers.

You had nearly forgotten that Oliva was here with the three of you. Bo’s time with her split with his ex-girlfriend, who he had some choice words about every time she was brought up. The young girl was undeniably Bo’s child through unruly brown hair bouncing with every shift she made and blue eyes that were carbon copies of her father’s. You couldn’t help but wonder what she got from her mother; Bo didn’t have any photos of her around the house.

“Will you come play with me?” She reaches for your hands, her skin slightly sticky from God knows what, but you don’t pull away; you just give her hand a small squeeze in return.

“Olive, sweetie, don’t bug her. Go play by yourself okay?” Bo says softly, a sort of sternness shining through his words. You lift your gaze to look at Bo, and you catch a glimpse of fondness that softens the lines of his face. Olivia whines, eyebrows furrowing as if she’s about to pitch a fit at Bo’s words.

“It’s okay Bo,” You smile at him, wide and radiant as you get to your feet without letting go of Olivia’s hand. “I don’t mind.”

Bo just nods his head with a bit of a shrug before turning his attention to your dad again. However, you don’t miss the way his eyes surveil you as Olivia drags you to the small backyard park that Bo and your dad had built together the previous summer.

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It’s almost two weeks later when you find yourself bent over the laminate countertop, hands scrambling for purchase as you’re pushed forward again and again. You hadn’t even been here for five minutes, coming by only to grab some tools for your dad to borrow, wearing that same saffron dyed dress you had worn last time that you were over here. Bo’s worn trucker hat lost to the linoleum, jeans pushed only half way down his thighs, leaving his belt to jangle incessantly with every movement. The edge of the countertop digs into your hip bones saved only for the dress that’s bunched up over the curve of your ass. It does little to pad and protect you against the vicious rocking of Bo’s hips, but it’s better than nothing.

“Been thinkin’ about this sweet pussy every fuckin’ day,” Bo groans, grimey fingers curling into your hips and dragging you back against himself. He stays put for a moment, keeping your bodies pressed flushed together. “Been thinkin’ about knocking you up.”

The way your pussy flutters around his length is indecorous, the whimper you let out even more so. But it can’t be helped; hearing the filth that dripped from Bo’s lips always had that effect on you, but there was something about the way he said it that made your insides churn. The serious edge to his words that wasn’t there the times you had fucked prior, the way his words turned from a pipe dream to something that could be a reality.

“Does my baby like that idea?” Bo titters, the noise breathless and broken. A testament to the effect that this was having on him as well. “Like the thought of me fuckin’ a baby into you?”

“Fuck, Bo.” Your head drops, cheeks pressing into the chilled countertop. You don’t even pretend like this wasn’t doing it for you, hips rocking back against his to tempt him into staying true to your word. “Yeah, yeah fuck.”

He leans over you, the thin cotton t-shirt dragging along your sweat-slicked back as he pressed his lips to your neck, teeth catching the rosy skin. For a moment, you think that he was about to leave a mark to bloom against your skin, a small sign over ownership that would have you avoiding your parents’ home till the skin healed, and you could look them in the eyes once more.

“Gunna have to get you off that birth control of yours,” Bo murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek before he pulls away again, looming over you and admiring the way he has you splayed out like a wrecked mess in his kitchen. The windows open, and the back sliding door cracked so neighbors would be able to hear every little indecent noise that passed your lips like a mantra. You were glad for the arborvitae that lined the fence. It gave you some privacy, even if it wasn’t much, and it did ease your nerves considerably. “After that, maybe I’ll just keep you on my cock day ‘n night till I know it took.”

Your hands curl into fists at the thought, knuckles blanching under the force. The idea has your mind melting; nothing has ever sounded so perfect to you. It was almost insane how easily Bo got you cockdrunk, how easily he bent you to every whim that crossed his mind. But there was something about his smile, his scent, the way he could play you as if the two of you were made for each other that left you a strung out fanatic.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” Bo growls, nails cutting crescent shaped moons into your hips. If he wasn’t dragging you so perfectly through the trenches of pleasures, the pain might have brought you from the lust addled fog, but instead, it only shoves you down further. It made you feel like you were drowning, drowning in his words, the scent of sex that hung headily around you, the obscene noises that sounded like your own but were so far away, the way skin slapped against each other and the wet noises of your pussy dripping around his thick cock. It was all too much, and you knew it would only be a matter of time before your orgasm swept you pitilessly under the current. “Come on baby, if you wanna cum you gotta tell Daddy how badly you want it.”

A sob tears through your chest, thighs shaking as you’re forced onto the points of your toes with each thrust. Bo laughs above you cruelly, not once slowing down and allowing you a moment of reprieve to find your words. There was a satisfaction in seeing the way he strung you along, bringing you so close to the edge, and you knew that if you didn’t give in, give him what he wanted, he would pull away.

It wouldn’t have been the first time. There had been many times he’d pull out only to jerk himself off to completion and paint your pussy, or your panties, only to force you to wear his cum as a reminder. So you try with a renewed desperation, to try and formulate anything of sense before Bo had the chance to pull out of you.

“I-I fuck,” You stutter, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Every time the words were cocked and loaded on your tongue, the way he brushed against that spot within you had them rolling off your tongue in the form of drool. If it didn’t feel so fucking good, it would’ve been beyond humiliating.

“You look fuckin’ pathetic like this,” Bo sneers, hips stuttering. You knew he was close, his words coming out a sharp rasp as each thrust was punctuated with a guttural growl. “Just an empty headed slut made to be knocked up. S’okay baby, Daddy will take care of you.”

That’s what sends you over the edge, cunt clenching down like a vice around the cock plowing into you. It must have been good because you’re distantly aware of the sound of Bo choking on a noise within his throat. And God, do you wish that you were more aware and not floating listlessly through the waves of pleasure so you could see just how wrecked Bo was. You wanted to acknowledge the way graying brown hair clung to his forehead, cheeks flushed as he gritted his teeth. It was always one of your favorite sights. A low moan tumbles from the two of you at the feeling of warmth filling you, the gentle pulsing of his cock as he empties himself within you.

The two of you remained like that for a moment, and you silently wished it would never end as you tried to quell your racing heart and the rapid movement of your chest. Then, when Bo begins to pull out, you whine, but he only snickers, fingers moving from your hips to dance along your folds, running through the slick and cum that dripped out.

“Ya mean it?” You whine softly, pressing back as he pushes cum back inside of you.

“Mean what, baby?” Bo muses, fingers moving at a taunting pace. You crane your neck a bit to stare up at Bo, catching the post sex bliss that overlays his face, the smug look that only makes your stomach twist, thighs clenching.

“Are you going to knock me up?” Your tongue flicks out over your lower lip, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his thick fingers stretching you open once more. Bo groans low in his throat at the thought, and you peek your eye open to catch sight of the twisted grin on his face and the dark intent that swirled within blue eyes.

“Course I am,” Bo says matter of factly as he pulls his fingers out of you, reaching down to grab the lace panties you wore and pull them back up over you. With a pat on your ass, he begins to tuck himself back into his pants, walking over to the fridge. “Would be a shame to let that pretty pussy a’ yours to go to waste.”

[nev3rfound]

someone i once knew : b.b - p.3

tony has questions, but he isn’t the only one wanting an explanation (2.6k)

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Tony steps into your suite, trying to subtly notice the changes you’ve made whilst he was gone.

“Look, Tony, if this is about the files I’m really sorry,” You sigh apologetically, catching Tony’s attention as he turns to face you. “sometimes my R’s end up looking like N’s and I didn’t mean for it to look like I’d written Tony Stan-”

Holding his hand up, you stop your rambles as Tony raises a brow. “Y/n, that’s not why I’m here.” Tony interrupts you. “Wait, it said that?” He questions and you weakly nod, but quickly he returns to his original thought process; why he is here in the first place.

“Then, why are you here?” You ask nervously, feeling a pit begin to form in your stomach.

“Nat passed on a message, that you didn’t seem very well.” Tony explains, now pacing around the entrance of your suite whilst you remained still, too still for his liking. “And I overheard a conversation from two super soldiers discussing you.” Tony motions to you, catching sight of your eyes widening.

“I, why would they talk about me?” You question in disbelief, hearing multiple voices run through your mind, some yelling over Tony as he continues to talk to you, but you can only see his lips moving.

“-and that you know them somehow, funny really.” Tony huffs to himself as he walks in the direction of the small kitchen you have, noticing a glass half-filled with a single flower, dried out, dead. “Don’t you think, Y/n?”

The prolonged silence from you catches Tony out as he glances over his shoulder, seeing you stood calmly, tears streaming down your face.

“Y/n?” Tony calls out, carefully nearing you as he waves his hand in front of your eyes, but there’s no response. “FRIDAY? Get Banner for me.”

With a deep exhale, you collapse down to the ground. “I, I, I’m sorry,” You breathe out, coughing loudly on a sob that chokes your throat.

Kneeling down in front of you, Tony eyes your movements carefully. “What’s going on with you, Y/n?” He thinks aloud as you manage to sit upright, clutching your legs to your chest as a look of horror solidifies across your expression.

Bruce opens the door to your suite, looking alert as he notices both you and Tony on the ground.

“Everything okay, Tony?” Bruce asks hesitantly, seeing a level of concern cross Tony’s frown.

“Just, sit still, okay.” Tony instructs you, but you’re barely responsive as Tony walks away, taking Bruce outside of your suite as the door remains slightly ajar.

Rubbing his temples, Tony sighs. “What’s going on with her? Bad day or something?” Bruce jokes, but Tony shakes his head.

“I think she might be a plant.” The tone leaving his voice is enough to remove any humour from Bruce as he straightens up. “Somehow, Steve and Bucky know her, or at least knew her.” Tony explains. “But she seems oblivious, and I’m just wondering if she’s just like Barnes, waiting to be activated.”

Bruce hums in response. “What’re we supposed to do with her then if she’s potentially some killing machine?” The words feel sour leaving his lips, but Bruce has read the files on HYDRA.

Over Tony’s shoulder, Bruce watches as a small hand reaches out to the door and pulls it open.

Tony can’t help but tense as you stand against the door frame, a weak smile forming on your lips despite the dried tears lining your cheeks.

“I don’t know what’s going on with me, Tony.” You sadly admit. “Do, do you think you can help me, please?”

“Come with us, Y/n.” Bruce forces a grin as he walks toward the elevator, Tony hanging back as you slowly walk out and stand beside Tony.

“Can you help make it stop, Tony?” You plead to your employer who seems conflicted.

“We’ll do what we can.” Tony coldly states, walking behind you to the elevator, ensuring you stand between him and Bruce, just in case anything happens.

*

Your footsteps can be heard throughout the base as you follow behind the woman in charge. Heads turned as she walks with confidence, no one taking notice of who you are in her presence.

Pushing the door open to her office, you follow in and hover by the chair. “Please, Y/n,” Peggy motions to the chair as she closes the door, lowering the blinds too to ensure privacy.

“Thank you for meeting me, Ms Carter.” You speak politely, trying to keep a facade up that everything will be alright, but if there’s anyone who can see right through it, it’s Peggy Carter.

Rifling through the files on her desk, Peggy opens up a series of them as the papers cover the space in front of her. “Oh Y/n, call me Peggy.” Her red lips rise to a sincere smile, hoping you’d ease the tension you’re holding. “Well, the good news is I’ve had the report in from the Doctor, and you’re fit and healthy all around.”

You can’t stop the giggle of excitement escape you. “Sorry,” You mutter, but Peggy doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest; it’s the most positive you’ve sounded in the past two years you’ve known her.

“No need to be, there are still a few more tests we have to run on both you and the machinery. However, if all still stands, we should be able to do our first test run within the year.” Peggy explains, catching sight of the frown on your lips deepening. “I know this isn’t the news you hoped for today, but trust me, this is progress.”

Peggy reaches out, placing her hand on the desk. Slowly, you extend your arm, allowing her to take your hand in hers.

“We both lost, Y/n. But we can move forward.” She assures you once more, hoping someday you’ll believe it yourself.

“It happened again,” You explain, looking up directly to the clock, noticing five minutes have passed since you focused on it. “it keeps happening, more frequently than before and I can’t control it.” Panic rises in your voice as you perch on the lab bench, studying Tony and Bruce's reactions as they monitor you closely.

“So these, ‘memories’ aren’t your own?” Tony asks uncertainly.

Rubbing your eyes as they continue to pound, you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know, they’re in my head, and I can remember aspects of them, certain noises, settings and sometimes people. I, I was with a Carter,” You squint, trying to remember her name, but you sigh heavily. “I can’t remember, sorry.”

“Carter?” Tony repeats, and you nod. “Interesting.” He mumbles as he helps Bruce hook you up to the systems, hoping to catch your next ‘memory’ and see your brain activity whilst monitoring your heart. “I, I’ve gotta make a call.” Tony excuses himself, nodding to Bruce before exiting the lab.

“If you can just lie down, Y/n.” Bruce asks you gently, seeing the fear in your eyes as you lie back. “I’m just going to place these on your head and chest.”

Closing your eyes, you try your best to relax whilst images of a brunette with red lipstick form in your mind. You can hear her faintly saying two names, but your ability to focus is gone once again.

Across the compound, Bucky is barely able to focus as he slams his fists against the torn punching bag whilst Steve stands on the other side, keeping it in place after Bucky nearly threw Sam across the room.

“Are you sure she’s okay?” Bucky shifts his attention across the gym to Natasha and Wanda’s conversation.

Natasha shrugs her shoulders as she stretches out. “I don’t know, she went dead behind the eyes and as I left her, Tony was heading her way.” Natasha explains, and Bucky looks over to Steve.

“Buck, I’m sure it’s fine.” Steve tries to help, but Bucky shakes his head.

“I can feel it, Steve,” Bucky mutters. “somethings wrong, I, I can’t just leave it.” He explains, swiftly walking off out of the gym as eyes turn to Steve holding the rocking bag.

Scoffing under his breath, Steve pushes the bag away from him. “Bad day.” Steve comments before running after Bucky before he can do any potential damage.

Sitting with his fellow soldiers, Bucky tries to disguise his rising fears, but his foot continues to tap against the ground. “You got a dame back home, Barnes?” One of the soldiers, Johnson asks and light laughter echoes through the cells as they all wait for some movement to be heard.

Lifting his head up, Bucky focuses on each of those he can see from his regiment, those who are left at least. No one is sure who captured them, but Bucky knows they aren't likely to get out of this scot free, or alive for that matter.

“I do,” Bucky admits quietly. “and she’s the most wonderful gal I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”

“That’s sweet,” Johnson comments, sitting opposite Bucky as he wipes his bloodied nose with his palm. “just, just keep thinkin’ about her, alright? That sorta thought helps.” He nods to Bucky before resting his head back against the metal bars.

“Yeah,” Bucky whispers as footsteps can be heard, heading directly towards his cell. “if I don’t make it out, can you tell her I,”

Before Bucky can finish his sentence, two large men unlock his cell and grab him. He manages to catch a glimpse at the red band on their arms, noticing a different symbol than the Nazi one branded in his mind.

“Please, just tell her!” Bucky yells as he’s dragged out of sight, unaware of the horrors he’s about to face.

Focusing on Bruce, you tense as the stickers are placed on your forehead. “Sorry, did that hurt?” Bruce asks timidly, but you shake your head.

“Just kinda cold,” You nervously remark as the rest are slowly placed. “where did Tony go?”

Bruce looks past you at the glass walls, seeing Tony walk out of sight with his phone against his ear. “He, er, had to make a quick phone call. I’m sure he’ll be back shortly.” Bruce reasons as he attaches the last sticker to your chest before averting his attention to the computer systems.

Closing your eyes, you listen to the methodical tapping of keys and the sudden sound of your heart rate beside you flashing up on a monitor.

“Okay, all systems in place. Now it’s down to you to induce a ‘memory.’“ Bruce forces an anxious laugh as you simply look at him before tilting your head back to focus on the blank ceiling, a shame they couldn't cover it in stickers like the dentist used to, you think.

“Do you think I’m evil?” You ask, not daring to move your vision from the ceiling, unaware of Bruce stepping back.

“No.” He responds quickly. “I think you’ve been manipulated with, but I don’t think you’re evil.” Bruce justifies, checking the brain activity to see any spikes, but it remains standard.

“You’re acting like I’m made of glass.” You comment, now moving your head to see Bruce rubbing his hands together as he watches the monitors. “But I’m not, I, I know my parents, my childhood home and school." Your voice begins to waver, but you carry on regardless.  "I can tell you the classes I took in college, my first boyfriend and my first time drinking.” You ramble, but Bruce is trying to ignore you. “Please, I, I know who I am.” You whimper, slamming your head back as you stare at the bare white walls above you.

Outside, Tony listens as the line ends up with him left answering a voicemail for the third time.

“Fury, it’s Stark, listen, I need to speak with you urgently. There’s something going on with my new assistant, Y/n Y/l/n. She, she knows Peggy Carter and, just call me back, ASAP.” Huffing, Tony leans against the wall, wondering how he got himself into this mess.

Yet, his moment of contemplation is short-lived as yells from Steve can be heard up ahead.

“Buck, just stop!” Steve shouts as Bucky comes into view, eyes dark and fists clenched as he marches down the corridor.

“Woah, woah, where do you think you’re going?” Tony asks, standing in front of Bucky as Steve catches up in time before Bucky raises his fists.

Holding Bucky back, Steve grunts as Bucky fights against his hold.

“Where is she?” Bucky can feel the anger rising through his veins as Tony buries his hands in his pockets, remaining perfectly calm.

“Where’s who?” Tony asks, looking up to Steve who shakes his head, still struggling to hold Bucky back.

“Come on, Tony. We know you have Y/n down here,” Steve sighs, a brief moment of weakness that Bucky detects as he slams his elbow into Steve’s stomach, causing him to recoil and release Bucky.

Without a moment to lose, Bucky rushes forward to the lab and before he’s stunned by Tony, he catches sight of you on a metal slab, hooked up to machinery with tears streaming down your face.

“No, Y/n!” Bucky screams, pausing by the glass wall, his metal hand resting against it as you begin to turn your head, a second too late as Tony fires a stun at him, forcing Bucky to the ground.

Your breathing increases, causing your heart rate to spike and Bruce rushes over. “Hey, Y/n, it’s fine. Tony has just er, stunned him.” Bruce explains, but your eyes widen.

“Bruce, I, I need to see him, please, let me see Bucky.” You practically beg, trying to pull the wires from yourself but Bruce manages to hold you down before you notice a needle piercing your arm.

With heavy eyes, your focus on Bruce begins to fade. “I’m sorry, Y/n. We’ve gotta keep you here.” His voice sounds too far away as your vision darkens, the last of the ceiling disappearing as your eyes close.

Bucky grunts as he remains on the ground, but turns his head to see Tony stood with his hand covered by his Iron Man tech, a glow of pale blue emitting from his palm, yet to be fired.

“You alright, Buck?” Steve calls out from beside Tony.

Not responding verbally, Bucky nods as he uneasily stands, holding his hands up and remains on the spot where he fell, out of sight from you.

“Tony, lower your hand.” Steve scoffs, and Tony hesitantly obliges, powering his charge down. “I told you not to come here, Bucky,” Steve comments like a disappointed parent, but Bucky’s jaw clenches as he looks at the floor beneath him, the scuff marks from where he fell moments prior.

“Are one of you planning on telling me what the hell is going on here? Because I’ve got a delusional assistant having a brain scan in there who might be a potential HYDRA plant and I want answers.” Tony steps forward, looking between the two super soldiers. “No, you don’t wanna tell me?” Tony raises his arms in defeat and begins to walk away, back to the lab.

“Bucky,” Steve mutters to his friend who eases his jaw and finally looks up.

“Y/n Y/l/n,” Bucky speaks up, and Tony spins on his heels, facing Bucky. “she was my fiance.”

Tony stares at Bucky in disbelief before whistling loudly. "Well, I didn't expect that."

P A R T  F O U R 

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[prince-septimus]

the mission

pairing : mention of captain boomerang x (former) FBI agent!reader

summary : everything comes to an end at some point, although this is not how you expected your ending to go.

word count : 1.2k

warnings : major the suicide squad spoilers

static hearts series 

It was supposed to be easy. That was what he had promised you.

“Just like any other mission,” he had whispered to you the night before, “it’s easy.”

You should’ve known, though, that everything you chose to do came with a price. It had been like that ever since you met Amanda Waller. Nothing was plain and simple and everything cost something. 

And with a nickname like the Suicide Squad, you should have thought about the implications a little more. 

Losing Digger felt like losing everything, and in a way, you had lost everything. 

After you had been found by Amanda Waller, this time forced to join her team as a criminal and not an ally, the only thing you had left was him. He had become everything for you because nothing else was promised, nothing else belonged to you. This wasn’t like your years as an FBI agent where you still had some semblance of a normal life. Things had changed the moment you joined Task Force X, and Amanda made well on her promises to strip you of everything except the skin on your body that held you together if you disobeyed. 

But she couldn’t take him.

Even in the crowded confines of Belle Reve, you had peace in knowing that at the end of each day, he was yours, and you didn’t need anything else. You didn’t have anything else and that was fine. 

Harley reaches for your hand and you jump. She pulls her hand back quickly, her eyes softening. “You still thinkin’ about him?”

You frown. You hadn’t cried yet, you realized. You didn’t know if you could. “Yes.”

The rest of what is left of the team sits quietly in the helicopter as it carries you back to the United States. You’re all grimy and smelly and so sleep deprived that you’re sure the moment your adrenaline fades away you’ll sleep for three days.

The mission is over - the actual mission, not the one that you had been aware of when you first dropped on the island. 

“He’d be happy you’re okay,” Harley tells you gently, cautiously reaching for your hand once more and squeezing when you take it. 

But were you okay? You’re covered in blood and gore, very aware of the fact that you need a shower. Your body aches, but your mind?

It’s eerily calm.

“I like to think Boomer and Flag are both looking down on us--” There’s the Harley you know, grinning like a maniac and looking at the roof of the helicopter to accentuate her point. “--they’d be proud. Proud of us. Proud of the fact we’re goin’ home.”

Home.

Your mind briefly runs through your catalog of messy memories you had gathered the past few days. You had followed Flag into the trees when everything broke out, but had lost him only moments later. Where he found the rebels, you found the other half of Task Force X. Faces you didn’t recognize, but somehow knew your name.

Amanda hadn’t seemed happy upon the realization you lived, but you trudged on with the team, finding Flag and then Harley and beginning to unravel what you had actually been thrown onto the island for.

The entire time, you thought about Digger - of his torn apart body and the boomerangs you now held strapped to your chest after you managed to snatch them up before running off.

(Flag had looked at them when you found him, a tinge of sadness in his voice as he apologized. You didn’t blame him.)

The rest of what happened was a blur - the city falling apart as you attempted to save it. You had been running on autopilot the entire time in order to keep yourself together. That’s why you barely blink an eye when you learn that Flag had died, subconsciously cataloguing those feelings away with the rest to deal with later.

And now it was all beginning to hit you. 

You had lost your home. 

A choked sob spills from your lips. All at once, the rush of emotions you had managed to contain the past few days rushes forward and you’re falling against Harley with a cry. The others startle at the sound, but at the sight of Harley cradling you in her arms and a well-placed side eyed glare, they all turn away.

You didn’t have a home anymore. Your home died on that beach moments after you touched ground. You had given him one last look, a wink that promised you would see him later, when the mission was over and you’d be heading back together with grins etched across your faces. That never happened. You had watched, a stunned silence keeping you from screaming out like Harley had. 

In just a few short seconds, everything you had left was gone. 

Harley holds you as you cry. Your mind is racing with everything you’ve held in - that Digger is gone, and that you now get to live the freedom promised to you without him by your side. 

You weren’t sure if it was really freedom or just an illusion of what you could never have.

“He didn’t deserve it,” you speak softly against Harley’s shoulder as you press yourself against her minutes later, after you’ve caught your breath and can breathe easily again. “None of them did,” you add on.

You didn’t know the others long enough to have any sort of friendship formed, but that didn’t change anything. They had all been people fighting for their freedom, and none of them made it. 

And Flag. In the end, he had reminded you so much of your old partner that the loss of him physically made you ache. You were angry over his death - a proper hero’s death that could have been prevented if only Amanda Waller was a better person.

You remember what Digger had told you, that it would be easy, and oh, how wrong he had been. Nothing about anything you had suffered through the past few days had been easy, and you have a feeling that nothing will ever be easy again.

Later, when the tears have dried in streaks down your cheeks and you’ve stopped clinging to Harley’s arm, you speak again, your voice clear and settled this time.

“Don’t die on me, Harley,” you tell her, your hand squeezing hers, the question of a promise in the gesture. “I’ve lost everything. I need you to not die on me. Okay?”

Harley knows the weight of your words - that the pain that has filled your heart might never go away. She knows that you’re asking her to not die because she’s all you know, all you have left. 

You lost your home when Digger died, and you lost your hope for humanity and a sense of friendship with the death of Flag. 

All of you have left is the little bit of sanity that Amanda Waller had managed to leave behind, and you’re trusting a woman who is known for her lack of sanity with it. 

Harley smiles at you, a promise. “I won’t.”

[crackinwise]

Mondo thinks Kiyotaka Ishimaru is perfect. (Fight him.)

Kiyotaka does not like this. (Fight accepted.) No one is perfect, obviously! He can't help but to lecture that people have flaws, and working to change oneself for the better is a neverending goal we should aspire to as we grow and learn. Being thought of as perfect reminds Taka of the same lack of effort being called a genius implies. It makes him squirm.

So one day, after Mondo begins to tell him he's perfect, he's set to argue the point once again, until Mondo clarifies the sentence with, "for me."

"...What?"

"For me, you're perfect. No matter what ya say, I'll keep fuckin thinkin it. Somehow you're exactly what I need, what I want, and ya always will be. Like I give a shit what others think perfect means! It's YOU. Like ya are now, like ya might be tomorrow--hell, when you're a cranky old man! Even if ya royally screw up or we fight, I think you're fuckin awesome! It ain't a bad thing. So, yeah, bro: that's what I mean when I say it."

Taka wants to say Mondo is wrong in his definition, wants to say he doesn't deserve that pedestal; that he doesn't deserve Mondo. But all he can get out around a surprised sob is, "O-kay."

Mondo smirks, kisses one of Taka's wet eyelids then murmurs, "Heh, didn't expect to win that one. Can ya do me a favor an' at least remember that shit next time ya go to yell about needin punishment?

Smiling against Mondo's cheek, Taka nods and responds, "I'll try."

"Perfect."

[teddy06writes]

Come Back Home

requested by this anon: “ hello!! i was wondering if i could have a karl x sapnap x quackity x reader where the reader falls out with one of them and there’s loads of angst, but it ends in fluff and just cute stuff. i love ur writing so much, thank you <3″

as well as this one: “ hello :D may i request some angst then comfort scenes for a karl x quackity x sapnap x reader? “

so....

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (lowkey musician!reader)

trigger warnings: yelling, swearing, mentions of hook ups, drinking, angst

premise: you think you might be falling out of love, or something close to that with your boyfriends, so you ask to take a break until you can figure things out, and nothing seems to feel right till you go back; song credit is Come Back Home by Anthony Ramos {I changed parts of the second verse}

(y/n/n)- your nickname

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“I- I never said I knew that I was!” You argued. 

Alex folded his arms, “What about them? You fucking lying to them too?” 

You ran a hand through your hair, “I’m not lying about anything!” 

“YOU JUST SAID YOU WERE FALLING OUT OF LOVE!” you jumped, surprised at his yelling, “So if that’s true why’d you fucking tell us you loved us last night?” 

“I don’t know if I am Alex! I need time to figure this out!” 

“So it’s just me then. You just want to leave me!” 

“I might be falling out of love with all of you!” You shakily admitted, desperately searching your boyfriends eyes, “And I’m terrified! I don’t want to fall out of love! I don’t want to leave any of you! I just need time to figure this out.” 

Alex sat in silence, refusing to look at you. 

Shakily you grabbed the bag you’d been packing when he found you, just a few of the outfits you kept at that apartment, along with your music stuff, “I’m going back to California, just for a month or so.” 

“I thought you sold the apartment.” He sounded to blunt, to broken. 

“I pulled out of the deal, and my stuff hadn’t been shipped yet. I- I don’t want to leave Alex,” You slipped your bag over your shoulder, “I- didn’t want it to be like this.” 

“So you were going to leave when they were out.” He spat. 

You froze in grabbing your guitar, “I was going to try and make this hurt less. If me leaving to find out if I should stay or not is what it takes, then why make it hurt more?” 

“What am I suppose to tell them?” Alex asked desperately. 

“The truth. I’ll be back when I figure this out.” 

“And if it isn’t what I want it to be?” 

You took a deep breath, “I think you’ll know.”

You walked out the door, trying to ignore the way small sobs filled the apartment as you left, tears working there way into your own eyes.

~~

California, though isolating you enough to sort out your feelings, was far too numbing to provide Alex the technical closer he thought was coming. 

Karl had been heartbroken when he found out you left, and the few months that you’d been gone had only helped to break him more, especially as the only news they got about you came from the updates on your upcoming album. 

Nick had been equally heartbroken,  though somewhat mad, he’d learned to live with it, instead focusing his angry energy into keeping his boyfriends together and functional. 

~~

You sighed, sitting up as your apartment door closed. 

You knew it was wrong, deep down, these one night stands, and evenings lost in a haze of alcohol, deep down, you missed them, and none of this was making the feelings you’d tried to press back down after the first experimental hook up. 

Rubbing at your eyes you quietly began to get dressed, ideas running through your mind. 

Pulling up twitter you found yourself scrolling through Alex’s twitter, he seemed to be doing okay, Nick was, well he hadn’t been active on twitter before, but Karl’s twitter remained silent. 

That was what got you worried. 

Karl was never not active on twitter, but even his second account had remained quiet since you left. 

Grabbing a bottle of water you sat down, thankful for your moment of clarity as you picked up your guitar, ready to get to work. 

“I only feel the ground under my feet...”

This was going to be a huge gamble.

~~

“Guys!” Karl called softly from his place on the couch. 

“Yeah baby?” Alex yawned. 

“(y/n) just posted a new single on youtube.” 

“So?” Nick asked, bitterly, “Why should we care?” 

“Oh, I- I was just wondering, if we could watch it. We- we don’t have to.” Karl said softly. 

Nick softened upon hearing his voice, “Alright, lets see it.” 

They cuddled together next to Karl as he pulled up the video, the description reading, ‘come back home, less of an apology, more of a plea’.

The video opened on a dark room, partially lit by a lamp in the corner, only about half of your face was visible, as well as the guitar in your hands. 

You took a deep breath a sighed, before beginning to play. 

The screen split to show the recordings of you playing the other parts, both in similar dark rooms. 

“I had to leave, to see, how good I had it, I had it, I had to go, to know how good I had it. Would you have me if I came back home?” 

They watched as the scene shifted, you as you walked through a park in LA, “My mama said when I was six years old,  I would always sit up by the window, I would always say this city way too cold. Wish there was another place I could go She would ask where and I would say,” 

There was an arieal of the same park, “Where, anywhere, tell me where 'cause I'm scared, If I'm here then I'll never see paradise, I just wanna see paradise.”  As you repeated the chorus, back in your room, and then moved on to singing about them, “Yeah I’d been dating Nick for three years, we’d made a promise, cause we were just kids in college, thinkin’ bout our tomorrows, 

“then we met Karl, course we had to keep ‘im, he made the grass even greener, cause theoretically he made us even more complete, 

“but then along came Alex, and we pulled him in, but he looked me in the eyes when I said ‘my heart isn’t in it’ , he challenged that thought, asked me ‘So where is it?’

Alex clamped a hand over his mouth, burying his head in Karl’s shoulder. 

“I said, where, anywhere, tell me where ‘cause I’m scared, if I’m here then I’ll never see paradise, I just wanna see paradise.” 

The scene changed from the park back to your room, “So I had to leave to see, How good I had it, I had it, I had to go to know, How good I had it, Would you have me if I come back home?”

The room remained dark, though your voice became a bit more upbeat as you sang, “Nothing better than my mama rice and beans, All the sound, the people yellin' on the street, The lights when I land at JFK,The cold wind when it hits me in my face,

“I only feel the ground under my feet when my boys are standin' right there next to me and Those the things that make me feel at home And that's the only paradise I know, so..” 

The room began to brighten, just a bit, as the extra voice overs were added.  “I had to leave to see, How good I have it, I have it, I had to go to know, How good I have it (How good I have it) I have it (So I'm comin' home)”

Pictures began to flash on the screen, pictures of you all together, during streams, while you were working on music, a video of you and Karl, trapped by an Alex sleeping across your laps while Nick laughed.

The beach day you’d had last year, Karl and Alex decorating your recoding spot with fairy lights, Nick with you up on his back, you and Alex singing, behind the scenes of one of Karls mr. beast videos, midnight moments, and small moments, all flooding the screen. 

“Nothing better than my mama's rice and beans (Ooh, ooh, I'm comin' home) All the sound, the people yellin' on the street, The lights when I land at JFK, (Oh, I'm comin' home), The cold wind when it hits me in my face I only feel the ground under my feet when my boys are standin' right there next to me and (Yeah, I'm gon' come back home) Those the things that make me feel at home, And that's the only paradise I know.” 

The pictures faded, and you smiled softly at the camera, “Would you have me if I came back home?” 

The video faded away, and the boys were knocked out of there trance by a knock at the door. 

Shakily Alex stood up, blinking away tears as he moved to answer it.

“(y/n).”

You smiled, “You saw the video yeah?” 

He practically burst into tears, “Yeah.” 

“So? Will you have me since I came back home?” You sang softly. 

Alex surged forward, throwing his arms around you, tears falling from both sets of eyes as he pulled you inside.

In the living room Nick was holding a still crying from the video Karl,  glaring up at you, “You had to make him cry one more time?” 

Karl sniffled, “These are good tears.” 

You smiled, setting your bag down before maneuvering to sit down with Alex still wrapped around you. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left for that wrong. I do love you all.” 

“We love you too.”