#it’s gonna keep the simps fed for a while

[imjustfloatingaway]

my favorite nadia genre is goofy and flustered

original image (not mine) ^

[tyonfs]

the marriage and baby project (teaser)

PAIRING ▸ mark lee x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, fake dating (marriage?) au

SUMMARY ▸ mark lee has had the biggest crush on you for years, so, naturally, he’s over the moon when you’re both partnered for a group project. however, he underestimates just how close two people can get when they have to pretend they’re married for a month while taking care of a fake baby.

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT ▸ 8k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ the dunk shot series is not dead guys :’) sorry this series was sort of at a standstill for a bit but here’s the teaser for mark’s installment !! ♡ send me an ask or comment if you want to be on the tag list! (warnings will be added in the final fic) 

THE ONLY REASON WHY MARK TOOK FAMILY AND CONSUMER SCIENCE WAS BECAUSE his friends told him it would be an easy A for a general education requirement he needed to fulfill. No one clued him in on having to become a married man and father.

“Hi, Mark,” you greeted with a smile, sliding into the seat next to him. “I guess I’m Y/N Lee for the next few weeks.”

He felt his heart drop to his stomach.

Here was a brief rundown: you were essentially a femme fatale, a drop-dead gorgeous it-girl; and Mark was a loser who was somewhat good at playing basketball. On top of that, Mark harbored the biggest crush on you since forever.

Forever dated back to high school. Although Mark never spoke to you much, he had always thought you were the most breathtaking individual he had ever seen. That was probably why he was malfunctioning right now. He had never gotten the opportunity to be around you like this, mostly because you were dating Vernon Chwe up until last year. All he could do was admire from afar helplessly, eyes lingering as you strode down hallways.

Chenle told him that there was a definite shelf life on relationships like yours and Vernon’s—relationships that were mostly physical—so he was confident you two wouldn’t last. And he was right. When you and Vernon broke up, Mark felt bad seeing your sad eyes, but an ugly part of him had been waiting for it to happen.

This situation, however, was like winning the lottery. Not only was he partnered up with you, but he had to play the role of your husband? Things like this never really happened to Mark, so he figured some misfortunate was coming his way soon.

“Hey, Y/N,” he managed to get out.

“Come up and get your babies,” the professor instructed. “These RealCare infant simulators use wireless programming to track and report on your behaviors, which is why I had you all sign those consent forms.” She held up one of the dolls for everyone to see. “I’m not gonna require you all to keep your dolls in a car seat, but I will be able to see records of misuse, clothing changes, temperature changes, whether you’ve rocked, fed, or burped your baby, or respond to its cries.”

Great. He had to walk around campus with a plastic baby. Mark’s friends were never going to let him live this down.

He wondered if the RealCare infant could play basketball.

He turned to face you again. “Do you want a boy or girl?”

“Mark Lee,” his professor chided, and he nearly jumped when saw her standing right beside his desk. “You don’t get to choose the gender of your child in real life, so I’ll be randomly assigning each couple a baby.”

“I don’t think we’ve considered the possibility of gene editing.”

“You can take that up with Congress.”

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[catcze]

Do you think wrio would be the type to take the initiative for making out (among other spicy things)? Or would he wait for reader to make the first move?

I’m not thinking in terms of an established relationship, more like when they’ve been attracted to each other for a while.

Even if you don’t reply to the ask, just want to thank you for keeping the wrio simps well fed in this time of drought. I love love reading your posts, and they will help us all wait patiently till 4.1. Take care and have a good day! :D

!!! HI BABY IM SORRY IT TOOK ME 3 WEEKS TO ANSWER ⁉️⁉️ But thank you so much also ! I'm very honored to have people supporting and enjoying my works, esp. since Wrio is kind of new, so there wasn't much of an audience for x reader content of him for a little bit :D

In terms of a mutual pining, friends/coworkers-to-lovers type of situation, I think that Wriothesley would probably make the first move himself, though it would take a lot to make him snap.

He wants to make sure he's reading all the signals right. Archons forbid that he's delulu for you and imagining all the signals you're sending his way.

When it comes to you, he genuinely likes you— like, yes, in a romantic sense, but he also likes you so much as a person. He likes being around you and being able to just vibe. He likes working with you, because your teamwork just comes so naturally. And he worries that maybe he's reading the signals wrong. Maybe there's an off chance that his infatuation with you is making him see signs that aren't there. And he doesn't want to mess up your friendship, and he definitely doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. So it's gonna take some pretty strong signals from your end to convince him that he is not hallucinating those signals.

Wriothesley is fun to play with. Criminally so. That's why, on your end, even though you're definitely interested in him and you're pretty damn sure he's into you too, you'd rather that he figure the signals out himself, first.

It's kinda fun to fluster the Duke of Meropide, don't you think? The guy has a reputation for being stoic and (to some) rather intimidating, so it's a little cute to see him react to your playful flirting, and sometimes even have him flirt back too! And yes, you could end this little back and forth game early by making the first move but... why spoil the fun? It's not like you're in a rush, anyways.

A little short becauseeee im getting sleepy and my brain isn't working enough to give me a good ending HAHHAHA BUT 👀 if anyone is interested i have an idea of how a cont. of this could go sooooo 👀👀👀

[sillylittlegay]

CoD Headcannons; GhostSoap

Ghost probably isn't the type to show affection in public, but I feel like he's really touch starved so definitely hugging Soap at all times in private

Mornings are always cuddly, Soap hates getting up early so when Ghost wakes him up by getting up he wraps his arms around him to make him stay in bed

They both suck at keeping their relationship hidden

Soap is a simp, expect this man to think about Ghost 24/7, accidentally starts talking about him even though the convo is about something entirely different

Ghost visits Soaps family on the holidays – Soaps family loves him or thinks he's cool

Ghost collects small somethings for Soap, whether it'd be a shell from the beach or a rock, Ghost is going to give it to Soap

Soap keeps every single one. He has a whole box with random stuff by now – he will cry if he notices that something is missing

They probably watch TV Series together, Soap sees it as bonding time while Ghost acts like he hates the shows Soap picks out – secretly is deeply invested in every story

Ghost forces Soap to train, gets him to do so by promising either hugs or kisses

Ghost sometimes gets fed up with Soaps humor and just ignores him until Soap notices and apologizes with a hug

Soap already falls asleep easily, but the moment he can use Ghost as a pillow he's out cold – nothing can wake him up until he's gotten his sleep

A few Headcannons for my Boys!

For the next one I'm going to work if the café AU, I wanna bring out a few more parts while working on the fifth part for the Ghostsoap story! (Maybe gonna bring them up to the same part count)

[imaginespazzi]

Mommy you kept us fed yesterday!!!! 

I die at anything involving their first little baby feelings for each other. It’s truly the only bit of lore/timeline we can’t piece together from evidence. 

ICEYYYY! And KK crumbs. I’m so happy you had Ice as a Wings player, but also sad for ice that she’s gonna be alone in Texas now😂 I hope she gets a new man on the Mavs or something to keep her occupied/happy. I feel like Ice needs to get laid 😂

OLIVIA! Ok I knew she was going to be some form of media person! I am just going to assume it’s canon that she looks like Malika Andrews and that I was right about her pussy made of legos 

But for real I think the press conference aftermath was my favourite part. Sooo many clues/undertones and insight. Of course Paige kept her new gf a secret to spare Azzi even after they broke up messily/had some kind of failed proposal. She will never not be a simp for her princess even WHILE she’s got a new gf. Olivia must have been down bad to not go running for the hills from the get go 😂😂😂

Stephie pooooo! She loves Paige so much it makes me lactate. 

I loved seeing Azzi get on edge at the mention of Olivia’s behaviour at the press conference. Those two absolutely fucking hate each other- you’re a genius for how you involved Olivia… cause I’m sure in the past and future Azzi has had/will have to play nice at pressers when they play Dallas. Imagine having to cordially answer questions your exes new wife is asking you? Dagger

The end scene - I can’t. I love how you bookended the chapter with FaceTiming. Mommy Paige makes me melt. 

Rhetorical statements to subliminally influence you: 

At first I thought Paige getting married would be a rash impulsive decision based off finding out Azzi is pregnant …. I’m now thinking it’s a switcheroo and Azzi getting pregnant is the result of an impulsive/drunk one night stand after Paige tells her about Olivia. In some twisted way Paige is the catalyst for Stephie coming into existence isn’t that beautiful 😂😂😭😭

At some point I’m wondering if Stephie is going to switch up her name for Paige. Miss Buecks is kind of formal - is she gonna switch it up to Paigey at some point or just switch right to MOMMY cause why delay the inevitable 🙃🙃🙃🙃

Now kisssssss Paige and Azzi. Very least a boob caress. Ass grab. We’re Horny over here Nivi! 

Love you 🤱🤱🤱🤱

This mommy thing is gonna stick huh? 😭

Lowkey us not knowing a lot of lore is what makes it more fun to write cause I'm just going off of vibes, no accuracy needed

LMFAO maybe I'll put in a throwaway line about Ice's hot as fuck man who's giving her all she needs

I lowkey died when you made the Malika Andrews comment because I already knew Olivia was gonna be a reporter. There actually was a hint of sorts about it in the last chapter but I don't really think anybody got that.

SKSKSKS not makes you lactate, bro where do you come up with these?

Hate is a strong word but let's just say Azzi and Olivia have not had the most pleasant of interactions in the past and they won't be having friendly greetings in the future either.

Mommy Paige definitely does things to me

You might be the first person who's actually on the same wavelength as me in terms of timeline!

I'm like lowkey really attached to her calling Paige Miss Buecks but it will eventually switch, I'm just not sure to what.

BOOB CARESS and ASS GRAB always so horny lmao

[taegularities]

RID!!!!!

I know I haven't dropped in in a while and I'm sorry about that but!!!!!!!!

These pictures?????? I'm literally sksnksksjs speechless. Like he saw the reaction to the CK shoot and he decided to make us suffer even more huh? He keeps giving me what I'm afraid to ask for and... I'm so scared for what this song will be like. And the mv??? And the performance???? We'll need all the help we can get, I know that much.

Also about your poll... while I'm super excited to see a subby cmi Jungkook, these pictures just scream dom JK to me. Like the poses with his hands behind his head??? His confident walk and the wink in that video??? And let me tell you!!! I loooove when cmi JK gets a little mean and cocky soooooooo yeah.

Anywayyyy I hope you're doing well despite all of this chaos somehow 💕💕

IVEEH BELOVED, you live !!! don't apologise, it's okay, love. i'm alright!! i hope you've been well, too 🤍

the song is gonna be about [redacted] and the mv is gonna be next level annihilation, that's all i know :') and yes !!! man totally fed off of our reactions after the ck pics dropped. the promo shoot does remind me of them :')

I AGREE. he's a full ass simp rn, so it's been some time since he was mean and cocky in bed lmao :') just let me tell you that none of us will survive if that thing actually drops ⛓️

[commanderquinn]

Good Space Chapter 3: Hey Gringo

! i dont! keep these posts! updated! like i do! ao3!

that means you're going to find typos and shit (and possibly minor detail changes) that don't match the ao3 version! that's because im not going to bother fixing the tumblr posts until i finish good space as a whole. im only uploading them here as a backup tbh

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master list / ao3 chapter link

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warnings: ayyy!! none this time!! unless you wanna count Highly Disrespectful Thoughts ❤️ tho!!! the flashbacks are shuri, heads up for anyone who is a big baby (like me) and still crying over WF. also (shocker) bucko angst/panic attacks

song: it KALEO time!! istg there are golden oldies and hippie classics on this intended playlist, we just havent gotten to them yet. this choice is mega self-indulgent on my end ngl, buuuuut thats the whole fic in general lbr (side note: every time i write Angy Ava, i want you to imagine the vocal intensity of jefferson airplane’s lead singer, grace slick)

the timing of this chapter could NOT have been better with the probably-russian hackers knocking out ao3 that long. i mean it dude, im pretty sure the universe had a good chuckle over this one bc i sure as shit had to sit here and go “youre pullin my leg bud”

also now feels like a good time to mention, for absolutely no reason in particular (definitely not bc of Bucky being a Huge Simp this chapter), that i hc bucky as a dom with service top leanings. i just didnt wanna give the impression that reader is dom for this and accidentally get anyones hopes up with no payoff. i try to avoid that as much as i can bc god knows i drop Big Honkers on y’all every damn chapter, id hate for you to get all the way to the end of this and not get your cookie, y’know? (i am, ofc, down to write mega sub bucky for smut-shot requests)

also remember when i mentioned giving ava a HANDFUL of physical details for writing fuel? 🌝 (ur gonna think im funny rlly soon, dw)

anyways if you dont have adhd, good luck and god speed with the idiots thinkin abt each other in this chapter ❤️ im so sorry in advance 🥺😔

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Febuary 17th, 2015

"Good morning, Sh—"

"Have you left your worthless husband yet?" Shuri impatiently taps a finger against her elbow, where her arms are crossed over her chest. 

She watches Ava sigh on the other end of the vidcall. The woman looks too tired. She needs rest. Shuri wants to stab Alec all over again. She's going to make a new, self-lacing, possibly electrified dagger just for the occasion. "I know you're just trying to—"

"We can come to get you. I will send T'Challa. You must promise me that you will have him get me something from Washington." Shuri raises a stern finger, pointing it directly at the camera. "Do not let him pick it out himself—"

"Shuri, honey, I love you with all my heart, but please—"

"I want you to pick it. The furniture in your office is ridiculous; I want something like that."

A smile far too small pulls at the corners of Ava's lips. Her smile used to move freely, and it will do so again if Shuri has any say in the matter. Which she does. "Well, thank you, I work very hard to keep it ridiculous. Now—"

"It will make me think of you whenever you are not around to make fun of my brother with me. My mother will get the lawyers you need to start your divorce—"

"I—sweetheart, please, it's been a very long night—"

"It is the afternoon where you are. You have not even had breakfast, have you? Of course not. You are busy doing the work while Alec—"

"Shuri!" Ava puts a hand over her eyes and takes an unsteady breath in. "I'm sorry. This is—it's been a long night. I didn't mean to yell at you—"

"You need to start yelling much more, Ava. Aim it at your worthless husband while you tell him you are leaving," Shuri argues, entirely fed up with how the doctor allows the spineless dickhead to make her miserable. "T'challa will remove him for you while you stay here with us."

Alec—she refuses to call him Ryder; the man does not deserve to have taken the doctor's name—leans into the camera view, his expression bored. Dismissive. Shuri wants to smash his wrinkling, greasy face in with her fist. "While I appreciate the offer, your majesty, my wife and I can handle our private life alone."

Shuri glares back at him, one of her eyebrows hiked as far up as she can comfortably get it. "Do you really think being aware of your presence on this call will deter me from reminding my friend that you are a demon?" She looks pointedly at Ava, who's still covering her eyes. "He is a demon. A pasty, rude demon."

"Alec is going to shut the fuck up now, I promise." The fingers over Ava's eyes pull in until she's pinching the bridge of her nose tightly. She looks as if she's fighting off a migraine. She probably is. And it is Alec's fault. "That way, we can get this over with, and I can finally get some sleep—"

"Which you need and are not getting enough of." The words slip out before Shuri can stop them. 

Ava's shoulders deflate slightly. Her hand drops, and she attempts another smile that doesn't reach her eyes, making Shuri feel a pang of guilt. "No, I'm not. But I will, just as soon as we finish the basic adaptation matrix. I promise."

Ava always encourages her to speak her mind, no matter what. Sometimes it gets her into trouble. She is not looking to berate her favorite Canadian; she loves leaving the vidcomm between their labs on. The open connection is a comforting window into the outside, one that lets Shrui indulge in any question or raving that passes through her mind. 

Alec is a poison in her friend's life, and Shuri will not back down from reminding her of that. But mother and Nakia have sat with her over this, explaining that sometimes, an abused heart will cling to what hurts it. They have to be supportive while Ava works through this. She's getting there. Just not nearly fast enough for Shuri's patience.

Father has been reminding them all that Alec is a risk, given what he knows. Trusting Ava means trusting her for the duration, and they can't go back now. If she says she is handling the issue of separating the man from her work, they have to allow her room to do that. But T'Challa has been ordered to keep close, or at the very least, ready to go.

As much as she despises Alec, Shuri does not wish to see Ava hurt in this. Not any more than necessary. She is also not interested in trying to control her friend the way her mother sometimes tries to control her. It is infuriating. 

So, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she lets some of the fight leave her. For the sake of Ava, not the pasty demon. "I have the latest build ready for transfer." 

"You're sure you've secured the connection on your end?" Alec has the audacity to question, even outside of the frame. "I'm not interested in spending my week chasing traces of this—"

"Do I look as if I will hesitate to strike you, colonizer?!"

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"I'm just saying, Humpty Dumpty."

"Fuck off," Bucky wheezes at the billionaire, compressing the towel he grabbed from his new medkit against his ribs. Why he expected to make it through his first mission back without having to crack it open, he's not entirely sure now that he's sitting in the hindsight. Getting shot today was, if he's honest with himself, entirely predictable. It's his luck, after all. 

"We let you out of the house again for five minutes, and you've already broken yourself." Tony shakes his head as he tsk's, making Bucky roll his eyes lazily. "What's Ryder going to think? If you keep this up, you'll give the woman a complex about draining your mojo."

"She's going to think I throw myself in front of armor-piercing rounds for idiots that don't notice when they're being shot at." The mention of Ava brings the doctor's smiling face to the forefront of his mind. Bucky leans back against the Quinjet's co-pilot seat, letting his eyes fall closed. 

He could take care of this latest injury himself. That's what he usually does. Thanks to the serum, all he has to do is keep the wound clean for a few hours while his body stitches itself back together. Nothing's broken, and he'd be in much more pain if anything were punctured. Hell, he'd probably be dead already. The fix for this is so easy it'll practically handle itself.

"You always get so cranky after you've played the hero." He hears Tony kick his feet up on the Quinjet's main controls. "Take a breather. Maybe a bow or two. Believe it or not, it's possible to accept a compliment now and then."

"Grandstand more often, got it."

Ava's probably going to hear about today's incident now that Bucky thinks about it. If anything, Steve's going to make sure of it. He doubts she'd guilt him for not being comfortable with an optional trip to medical. They've been having more conversations about boundaries and comfort, and she's been unwaveringly supportive of him moving at his own pace. 

"You don't have to grandstand, you gigantic baby," Natasha chides from between the chairs. Her hand smacks against his shoulder, making Bucky grunt softly. "A whole new world is going to open up for you when you relearn to accept praise."

Tony snorts, long and loud. "Has he reached that stage of modern education yet?"

"I reached that stage of education before you were born, Stark." Bucky's not territorial over his reputation anymore; those days are long since passed. The grand majority of his mojo got left in the 40s. He's just tired of Tony's shit. That's all it is.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Ava might feel bad that he didn't come to her for something like this. He doesn't... want that. He doesn't want her thinking that he doesn't welcome her help or that he doesn't trust it. He... he does. He doesn't just appreciate having the option; he enjoys it. The new routine is a breeze, and his neck feels better than it ever has. At least that he can remember.

"I'm confused," Tony mumbles around a mouthful of snacks. The man never stops eating. "Are we talking about your no-no years, or did you and Rogers hit up underground bars before Germany?"

"I know all his secrets from the vanilla days; they never went to any of the fun ones," Natasha confirms. It's not like Bucky was going to take the verbal bait anyways. Steve still falls for it regularly. 

"I like how you don't deny having the rest of the answer; I feel like it tells me all I can tolerate about the icicles when it comes to this. That's my favorite part about you, Romanoff. You know when I don't need to know, you know?"

His dumbass friends might as well be background noise with Bucky's mind this firmly in the memory of Ava's office. She's been so good to him, especially over this last week while she pushed through all the red tape for him. He'd been expecting it to take an eternity of hounding Steve all by his lonesome, but she got him back in the field in under two weeks. His best friend had actually been kind of pissy about it behind closed doors. For Bucky, it was like getting sprinkles on top of his cake. 

He's been thinking about getting flowers delivered to her lab for the trouble. It feels like too much whenever his thumb hovers over the confirmation button. He's reached the part of staring at the order details four times.

"I'm pretty sure your country doesn't appreciate it as much as you do. They tend to fight cold wars over it."

"Well, yeah, but our country—you see what I did there? That was a pretty funny communism joke. And it works as a reminder for both of us that you're actually an American citizen these days; isn't that wild? Back to the point here, our country fights wars over stuff we do ourselves all the time, so that doesn't feel like a fair reason to dismiss our friendship."

The doctor's forcing him to expand his music library. Her taste there is as scattered as her taste in movies, but she's got some leading themes he's been able to pin down. The 60s and 70s are huge for her, expectedly, and she's got a lot of nostalgia over the 90s. Paige keeps her versed in all things pop, folk, and country, according to her. 

"If I start referring to the US as my country, you people will expect me to do things like register to vote. Or put up wallpaper."

"I don't think anyone's expecting you to be legally allowed to do that. The voting thing, not the wallpaper. In most states. For multiple reasons. Although, the wallpaper might be a good call."

Ava invited him to their absurdly large archive of playlists during his second session. The ones Paige curates are nothing but insanity. Not one of them makes a lick of sense. Bucky decided that he should have expected that, given her Energizer Bunny reputation. Ava's are less scattered; more organized. Soothing for his mind to digest. He's been using them as workout music ever since. And driving music. And general background noise. 

"I don't think I'd know where to start buying wallpaper. Do you even want me putting that shit on your expensive building?"

"Not really, but the idea of walking in on you rolling paste on the living room walls is worth anything it could take to fix them later."

God, she's funny, too. He could listen to the woman's awful, soul-crushing puns and subsequent cackling for hours. He'll never say that to her face, not for as long as he lives, but they've made him feel lighter every morning that he's gone to let her work him over. He's already stolen two of them to torture Sam with. Another thing he's not going to tell her.

"Maybe I should start smaller. Bruce keeps suggesting a car that has legal registration."

"Heeey, that could work. You'll be signing up for mailing lists and bitching about state tax in no time. You know what?" He hears Tony snap his fingers. "We should get you a��houseplant. Work you up to having a fish or something."

Alright. Maybe he'll go to Ava. He doesn't want her to think he's trying to blow off her expertise again. Or that he's avoiding her. He's not; he really does like hanging out in her office. Even if it's technically a medical appointment. He's a lot more eager to visit her than his therapists, that's for sure.

"I am not paying taxes," Natasha scoffs. "If you think I'm tying a legal address to my name, you're out of your fucking mind. Moreso than usual."

"You don't think you'd enjoy having a cave to lurk in?"

"What makes you think I don't have one already?"

"I'm talking about a real house, not a safe house."

This injury isn't related to his cybernetics. It's his ribs, well below any of his implants. He's not entirely out of the loop when it comes to what doctors have to do to get their licenses. She no doubt had to pull a lot of hard hours during her residency. Maybe she doesn't want to patch up the tower's notorious grouch every time he takes a hit. But he doubts she'd ever be impolite enough to refuse him walking in.

"I have my space here: bathroom, laundry room, small kitchen. If I haven't bothered decorating that, what makes you think I'll want to do it for an entire house?"

"Aww, come on. Look at Ryder! She's having all kinds of fun making her place as obnoxious as possible. That could be you after a few online shopping sprees."

Bucky's eyes open slowly, his brows drawing in when the second verbal mention of Ava pulls parts of his attention back to the conversation. 

Fuck, not going to medical still leaves the option of her taking offense. Okay. Alright. So, he'll split the difference and go to emergency intake. He's pretty sure she's listed as his surgical contact in the tower now—he can't stomach looking at his own medical file, not even the written records. Any injury this big will get flagged for trauma support, and she'll be notified. Then it's up to her what she wants to do. That feels like a good compromise.

"She's doing that to reclaim it from Alec; that's different. I don't have the same motivation. For me, it's just going to be extra work.

"Who's Alec?" Bucky asks without thinking. If the universe doesn't hate him today, Natasha's just going to assume he's being his usual kind of paranoid.

"She hasn't mentioned him?" Tony sounds surprised. "Alec's her ex-husband."

Ex-husband? She was married? And she's not anymore, meaning she might be—

He shuts down that train of thought immediately. 

Reclaiming the space of her house implies they lived in it long enough to form some heavy memories. She hasn't mentioned having a kid, and she strikes him as the type to bring up something like that pretty fast. So it was just the two of them, most likely.

"People usually don't like talking about the egocentric sack of shit they used to coexist with," Natasha points out. Of course, she already knows about the doctor's history. It's her.

"Bad divorce?" he prods, trying not to sound overly invested in the answer. These assholes will take it as an invitation.

"Oh, the worst," Tony confirms. "Shithead tried fighting her on it tooth and nail. She had to borrow my legal team just to get the guy to fuck off and leave her alone. He even kept her surname after the divorce; can you believe that?"

An uneasy feeling starts to rise in his gut, making Bucky look over at him. Then up at Natasha. "What kind of won't leave her alone are we talking about?"

"Down, fido, my lawyers took care of it. There's no need to start tailing him. Aside from being a self-absorbed asshole that insists they'll," Tony's voice turns scornful as his fingers form air quotes, "work things out with time, he's toothless." 

"She's got concealed carry permits she earned properly if that makes you feel better," Natasha offers up. The thought does help ease the tension building in him. 

He won't read Ava's file, no matter how bad the buzzing gets. But he might check in with JARVIS about her home security. He's noticed her name on the system logs. She, or at least her house, is linked to SHIELD's network despite her general distrust of the organization. He understands the opposing priorities completely.

He caved and read Wyatt's file two nights ago. The buzzing had been building since Ava mentioned him wanting an autograph, and it finally got to be too much. Nothing's lurking there aside from an impressive list of historians from all the fuck over Georgia and Alabama. The kid's got more family than some towns have population. 

Bucky leans forward with a muted groan to change the autopilot's intended LZ of the Avenger's balcony to the entrance hanger for medical. If he's going to grit his teeth through the antiseptic over a couple small holes, he's damn sure not going to haul his ass through half the tower while his ribs leak. His patience has limits, and that's pretty fucking far over the starting line. 

Tony looks over at him with a deep, suspicious frown. Bucky frowns at him right back with the same level of scrutiny. He can feel Natasha staring a hole into the side of his head, even if he can't catch her in his peripherals. He hates both of them with a passion at the moment. He knows what's about to happen—

"Did you just… prioritize your own health," Tony questions like he's baffled by the very idea. His whole upper body turns in the seat as he looks up at Natasha excitedly. "Oh my god. He's doing it. All by himself." He raises a hand to his chest and looks back at Bucky. "They grow up so fast."

It's good that the autopilot is on. If it weren't, Bucky would be tempted to crash them out of spite, mostly because he's sure he'd survive it. "Very funny."

"All it took was a hippie that gives him candy," Natash adds, her voice dripping with smugness. "Who knew."

"Both of you can fuck off." Bucky doesn't like how close she just got to his primary motivation on the first try. Old habits die hard, et cetera. And he hates that he can't tell if she was trying to guess. If he's lucky, which he isn't, she was just making fun of him.

Natasha knows about his visits to the florist's website; he's fucking convinced of it now. He doesn't know how, and he can't outright call her on it. If he does, he could fuck up and make himself right. There is nothing worse than having the Black Widow as metaphorical family. Not even Steve's hovering.

She and Tony harass him for the remainder of the flight. It's not long, mercifully, and he's starting to regret not grabbing something for the doctor. They were in Montreal, of all places, so it would have been fitting. He figures she'll understand once he shows her his side. The train of thought makes him wonder what part of Canada she's originally from. She hasn't brought it up.

His foot is already bouncing by the time he reaches the elevator. He's still got the surgical towel shoved tightly against his ribs. He hopes she gets there fast if she ends up taking the call. The last thing he wants to do right now is sit around in the burn of antiseptic and bleach while he fights off the urge to bolt. 

This is good, Bucky reminds himself as he takes his first few steps into medical. He's sat through plenty of trips to emergency intake. He can handle walking into his first optional one. It's a non-issue. Completely.

When JARVIS informs him that his file and general vital scan have been submitted for intake, the buzzing gets so intense that he almost leaves. The pace of his sergeant walk, as Sam likes to designate it, slows to a crawl. Then he thinks about a doctor with concealed carry permits. One that lets her house be monitored by a government organization she's actively pushing herself to trust. All in an effort to contribute something good to the world. The buzzing eases, and he picks up his pace, headed for the solo observation room JARVIS listed for him.

There's no moment of standing involuntarily from nerves this time. He doesn't have to force himself to sit back down and wait, even though the room smells wrong. His skin is crawling, and he wants nothing more than to put a throwing knife in his hand like a goddamn security blanket. But he doesn't panic. He doesn't try leaving.

Baby steps.

When the door opens, it's devastating. There's no diminutive hippie with UFO-sized glasses smiling at him on the other side of it. It's a guy in a plain white lab coat without artistic stitching, one that Bucky's never met before in his life. He's already squinting down at a tablet, meaning this will be his doctor for the duration.

This was the worst plan he could have possibly conceived. The universe is humbling him for thinking he could get away with something like this without some kind of suffering. He just wanted to make up for being dismissive of her help initially. Now he gets to sit through this. How fucking grand.

"Barnes?" The doctor that's not Bucky's doctor looks up, his heart rate elevating by a few notches. He's putting in a lot of effort to look confident. It's not exactly working. "I'm Dr. Erickson. I'm guessing you're here for the bullet wounds JARVIS detected?"

"Yup." Bucky's not about to volunteer for small talk at the moment. It's a miracle he hasn't jumped off the biobed yet. "Where's Ryder?"

"Your primary is in a staff meeting at the moment." Erickson puts his tablet down on the supply cabinet's main counter. He's already starting to gather what he needs, leaving Bucky to figure out real quick if he's actually willing to do this. "Don't worry; I'll get you sewn up and on your way in no time."

He doesn't want it getting back to Ava that he bailed the moment she couldn't show up. He doesn't want to leave her with the impression that he's only going to take on medical care if it's her; that's not anywhere near fair. The woman is a brain surgeon, not his private physician. He can grow the fuck up and accept help from people that haven't gone through his gauntlet of verification.

"Great," he pushes out, lifting the side of his undershirt to offer an unobstructed view.

It's not great; it's fucking horrendous. The first touch of the new doctor makes the overly physical memory of the buzzing build so high, he can feel it in his teeth. They're not actually rattling in his jaw the way they did back then, he knows that, but it doesn't matter because his body is screaming at him that it's happening.

The first stitch going through his skin makes him want to put his fingers through the doctor's eye sockets. His mind goes over all the ways he can violently put at least ten feet between them without having to get up. Looking back, it's probably good he didn't reach for the throwing knives. He's not unhinged enough to stab someone unprovoked; he's better than that. But they'd have been distracting to his impulse control, that's for sure.

Dr. Handsy is pulling the first suture in tight when the door to the observation room opens again. Bucky doesn't look up, his eyes locked on a random point on the far wall while he focuses on his breathing. He only looks over when a billowing, maroon pant leg enters his peripheral.

Thanks to a bunch of dead Nazi scientists that used to hide out in the mountains of Russia, Bucky Barnes has a trigger in his brain that is entirely out of his control. One that, when activated by his own interest, lets him process his surroundings in a sliver of the time that it should for a human mind. It is exceptionally helpful in the field. 

Watching Ava Ryder walk in, wearing a suede jumpsuit that mercilessly frames her curves, proves to him that having it in the 30s would have gotten him shot by someone's father. Definitely before he left Brooklyn. Or before he got chased out by several fathers banding together with baseball bats. In the time it takes her hand to come off the door handle and make its way to her hip, his mind goes on one hell of a fucking journey.

He already had more than a vague idea of the shape of her before now; he can't help it. Comes with the territory of doing threat assessment for a living. God knows his eyes have slipped down to her chest on a shameful amount of occasions. Her tits are being held up and pushed together fucking beautifully at the moment. Typically, that would hold all of his attention.

But this is the first unobstructed view of her that he's gotten, thanks to the lab coat being nowhere in sight, and good fucking god. Holy fucking shit. Godfuckingdamn.

She's half turned from him at this angle, so he's only getting a side view. That's more than enough to show off an obscenely rounded ass and the cushy thighs it rests on that are going to haunt his fucking dreams. It's bigger than his hands by a margin that's outright glorious. The mental image of his fingers digging into it, of how it would make her skin dip under the pressure, makes his blood race.

He can't spot the outline of any underwear at first. Then her hand makes contact with the jumpsuit, and his eyes pick up on it. Right there, above the top of her finger, pulled up high over her hipbone. There's a thin band leaving an impression in the fabric. An extraordinarily thin band. There is nothing else in sight.

Pulled between Ava's legs, right at this very moment in time, is a strip of fabric that Bucky's tongue would fit against perfectly. Right under that is a taste he's been catching himself wondering about for two weeks now. One good, long drag of his nose. That's all it would take to push in whatever she's picked out for the day and soak it with that taste. He could get it back out from between her lips with his tongue, pull it to the side with his teeth to give himself room to feast—

Bucky tries to shift his weight as nonchalantly as possible while his brain slows back down. The comeback from tactical analysis is always jarring, with this one being especially so. 

He's the worst kind of bastard. An awful, selfish, perverted sonofabitch. There's not shit he can do to change that. How unfortunate.

"David," Ava greets, the name coming out as tense as the closed smile plastered on her face. "You can put that down."

The other doctor doesn't look up from the work his hands are doing. "That you, Ava? I heard you were—"

"Now."

Bucky's back straightens up as David looks at her nervously, taken aback. Bucky doesn't blame him; he didn't know her voice could get that forceful.

David sort of laughs, which feels like the worst possible choice to Bucky. But, hey, not his call. "What, do you want me to just—"

"I want your hands off my patient right now. I'm not asking." She watches with unwavering intensity as the other doctor lets the needle and thread drop from his hands. She visibly bristles at the patronizing expression on David's face, her head tilting aggressively. Bucky kind of wants to watch her hit him. "I'll be back in less than a minute, sergeant. I need a word outside with Dr. Erikson."

"Take your time," Bucky assures, the tension bleeding out of him already. His ribs are leaking, and there's a piece of doctor floss looped through his skin that he's going to have to cut out of himself tomorrow morning. The immoral evaluation of her outfit that his head threw at him is going to eat him alive. Forever. Especially when he's trying to fall asleep for the foreseeable future. 

All things considered, though, he feels fan-fucking-tastic.

David still looks somewhat shell-shocked, and there's real insult starting to creep into his posture, but the guy doesn't argue. He follows Ava back out of the room, not bothering with a goodbye in Bucky's direction. When the door closes behind them, his super hearing picks up on Ava reaming David about prioritizing patients before ego. She goes into detail about the deep shit he'll be in with her if he keeps ignoring her written orders, long before it ever gets him fired. She tacks on why her anger should scare him a hell of a lot more than the idea of that. Then she instructs him to keep his damn hands off her patients and get back to the intake desk. 

The protective streak makes Bucky's chest feel warm, a half-smile pulling at his lips. She's a handful, alright. One he'd give anything to be brave enough to send flowers to.

Ava is calm, cool, and collected when she leans back in through the doorframe, hanging off it with a soft smile. "Hiya, stranger. I hear you picked a fight in my motherland today."

"I hear it has an arms dealer problem. I wanted to see if I could help." He gestures down at the needle swinging from his ribs without looking at it. "Not all Canadians are as welcoming as you, turns out."

"Eh?" she fires back, hamming up the accent. "Wellll, I'm not about to let a few cranky arms dealers tarnish our reputation. What do you say you push that bandage against your new bragging rights, and we head for my office?"

Licking his bottom lip nervously, he tries to give her a confident smile. "You were busy with something."

"Not too busy for my favorite popsicle." One eyebrow raises sternly. "You are not allowed to tell Steve I'm playing favorites." God, she's cute when she tries to deflect. It's never worked. At least not on him.

"That's—" Shit, where to even find the fucking words for her. "You don't have to do this. Go out of your way like this. I don't mind getting patched up by random medics. Comes with the job."

Her smile turns impish. "That's cool and all, but I mind when people ignore basic ethics just to have a story about stitching up an Avenger. If you need to tell yourself I'm using you as fuel for a workplace pissing contest, go for it. Whatever gets you off that biobed." She leans back, leaving the door open wide behind her. "Come on; I can't stand the way they organize these damn shelves. I wouldn't patch you up in here even if you did pay me. Next time, head for my office first."

Bucky does as she ordered, pushing the surgical towel she packed for him against his side, not minding the sting in the least. He swallows down the point that, by every definition there is, he's not an Avenger. "I'll follow you, doc."

—

"Alright," Wyatt plops his hands down on the glass of the holo, his expression determined. His tight curls bounce with the motion, making their resident gumdrop look adorable, even through the discomfort. "Let's get to dissectin' this cacophony. All in one go, preferably, so I don't feel like yackin' up my lunch two days runnin'."

Ava's head tilts sympathetically. "Oh, honey, tell me you didn't—"

His hand comes up, with his index finger pointed to the ceiling. "Nope. But I got close a couple'a times thinkin' about this." He mutters several things under his breath about creepy Nazi bastards while he pulls up the raw data from Bucky's implants. "All the more reason to get it the hell over with."

"A whole day of digging through coded war crimes," Hannah deadpans quietly, raising a steaming mug to her lips. "I'm glad we get the fun assignments."

"You'd ditch us if we didn't," Ava jokes. She scrolls through the sergeant's file absentmindedly on her tablet, reviewing the vitals added just a few hours ago. He actually came to medical. For something as minor as a field injury. Of his own volition.

"Mmm. I don't know. It's pretty fun watching a brain move like Jell-O. You might have been able to convince me to stick around just for that."

SHIELD's primary system makes a blaring noise of disagreement as Wyatt loads the main file structure. He frowns, looking over at Ava with concern. "Its askin' for administrative override."

"Heeey, that's that thing Tony says I'm not supposed to abuse. That's probably not a good sign." Ava pushes her glasses further up the bridge of her nose and leans over to get a look at the error. "JAR, I'd like some reassurance we're not about to trigger an ancient LoJack if you wouldn't mind advising here."

"There are safeguards in place for importing code with an unknown source," JARVIS reports in. The warning on the screen is dismissed, presumably by him, and a new window comes up. A log of the programming in Bucky's cybernetics going through digital quarantine loads rapidly, with line after line being highlighted in red and labeled HYDRA Suspected. "I will process them for you. One moment."

"We have to clean the Nazi code before we can beat it to death," Hannah mumbles against the rim of her mug. "I think I kind of like that."

"Please, Hannie, I'm hangin' on by the skin'a my teeth here." Scrubbing his hands over his face, Wyatt groans exhaustedly. He drags them down slowly, giving Hannah a pleading look over the tops of his fingers. "You know I'm always here for supportin' you—"

"I'm aware." The ex-marine's clipped tone makes Ava snort and look back down at her tablet. They both know stopping him now isn't going to cut off the word vomit.

Wyatt's hands thunk back down onto the glass. "I'm so proud'a ya, y'know that—" And there's the thickening of the accent.

"I know."

Ava's eyes skim over the list of everything detected in Bucky's wound, locking on the word leather in particular. Today was her first look at his work gear—she's got a feeling he doesn't call it a uniform—in person. It was hard to keep professional in front of six and a half feet of Hi, how are ya? wrapped up in that much heavy black. The sounds that his vest made when he dropped it on the coffee table— Jesus. He's got to be packing enough in there to arm a small country. 

"All's I'm sayin' is that if I have to hear about murder right now, I might actually upchu—"

"Please don't."

Ava's too scared to ask what's in the sergeant's pants for a multitude of reasons. Professionalism is lower on the list than it probably should be. It's a shame, too. He's downright hilarious when he lets himself talk. There's not a doubt in her mind that he'd come up with something unbearably good—and unwaveringly dry—in response to the loaded question.

"A'right then. We're in agreement. No bad thoughts today. We go in like—like excavators, right? With our helmets and our 'lil pickaxes, and we get what we need so we can—" The way he cuts himself off makes Ava look back up in concern. She finds the most horrified expression on Wyatt's face. "That—ah shit, that didn't come out all that right. That was mean, wannit? Insensitive. I'm not tryin' to belittle what the sergeant's been through."

"You weren't belittling anything," Ava assures, reaching out to rub his arm. "I think he'd be the first one to race you to a fossil joke about this."

"You'll tell 'im I'm takin' this serious, won't ya—"

A small chuckle escapes before she can stop it. "Wyatt, sweetheart, it's not like he heard you—"

"You take your pills today, Combs?" Hannah's calm question makes the gumdrop freeze in place. She blows on her coffee, taking a small sip. "If you say you don't remember, I'm going to—"

Wyatt snaps his fingers, his expression shifting to relief. "I didn't, and I remember why, too." He rolls his chair back with a sudden push, aiming for his desk. He reaches out before the chair finishes the trip to grab his patch-covered messenger bag. "One'a the cats got int'a my coat closet; dumbass got stuck on a shelf for reasons I'm still not real clear on." He pops open his medication bottle, tossing a pill into his mouth with a level of dexterity that makes her jealous. "The hollerin' was s'damn loud, I thought the landlord was gonna come knockin'."

"Which one was it?" Ava asks. "Not the new kitten?"

"No, no—Juno's been'a dream. It was Galileo again. I love that furry little bastard, but sometimes he can drive me nutty ." He pauses to take a swig from another glossy vacation mug. Today's is advertising a campground Ava's never heard of that's the best in the Rockies, according to the swirling font. "I got new pictures of Juno if you want 'em, though."

"Yes, please," Ava confirms happily. Holding the teacup-sized ball of fur made her whole month when he last brought Juno in. Hannah ended up hogging most of the cuddle time, but the sound of little meows filling the day had been enough to make up for it.

Wyatt pulls his phone from his back pocket and brings it around to hook up to the holo. The system dings with the sound of a successful transfer after a moment. He loads a collection of new photos, zeroing in on one of Juno clawing her way up a window curtain—

The power to the lab shuts off with a loud, electric click. Everything plunges into darkness with the privacy setting on the glass walls keeping the sun out. It comes back on before Ava can react, the building's primary system switching to the emergency power grid. She and Wyatt lock eyes in panic.

"Oooh man, boss, did I just—"

"I'm sure you didn't," Ava comforts, trying to push down her own panic. It helps that she's heard Tony rambling about the work he's put into making this place indestructible. "JAR?" 

There's no response from the AI. She trades another nervous glace with Wyatt.

"I know it was probably the Nazi shit, but I'm hoping it was the cats," Hannah says, sounding sincere. "I feel like that'll make a much better story."

"Oh my god, did I break JAR?" Wyatt looks between them frantically. "How often does he back up his servers? Did I kill'a piece'a JAR?!"

"I have not been murdered," the AI confirms after nearly a minute of being gone. "The safeguards reported a false positive regarding the programming of Sergeant Barnes' cybernetics. It has been handled."

Ava gives the hologram wall of code a warry look. "Handled by you?" There's a suspicion building in her gut around his phrasing, one that she's not planning on letting out of her teeth. 

"Mr. Stark has a protocol in place that cuts off my servers in the event of any irregular activity. Given the nature of the programming's origin, the system is designed to er on the side of caution."

"That's a really fancy way of dancing around the point, JAR." She's trying to stay civil about this. It's not an easy venture, and she's pretty sure it's not translating at all. Even she can hear the frustration in her voice. "How about we cut the shit, and you tell me what the false positive was."

"There are automated routines running for Sergeant Barnes' implants. They are not harmful; I've taken the liberty of checking them personally now that they've been cleared through quarantine. I am creating a stable update to forward to—"

"How long have they not been harmful, JARVIS?"

Hannah sits up from her relaxed position at the avoidance of their favorite nickname for the AI. Wyatt's brows pull in nervously, his eyes never leaving Ava. They both know exactly what she's digging at.

There's a long hesitation from JARVIS. Short by normal social standards but an eternity for a sentience with quantum processors. "There is not currently a risk posed within the Sergeant's—"

Ava's out of her chair and halfway to the door before he even finishes the omission. Fueled by some of the most intense rage she's ever felt in her life, she marches out on swift feet. She's going to kill him. She's going to string him up—maybe hang him off the side of the tower.

America's fucking Sweetheart, her ass. America's Doomed Liar is a lot more like it.

"Where is he," Ava nearly growls, still stalking down the halls, leaving the medical wing in a hurry. "JARVIS, I know you're still listening; you tell me where that puffed-up, hypocritical—oooh , you tell me where Rogers is right the fuck now. And then you tell me where Stark is—"

"Dr. Ryder, I know you're not inclined to believe this at the moment, but I assure you—"

"You're right; I'm not inclined to do that at all." She takes a deep breath as she passes through the front entrance, slowing herself to a stop. With genuine effort, she pushes down her anger. "I don't want to keep yelling at you. I don't like doing it in the first place. If you don't want to tell me where they are, I'll find them myself."

Ava heads for the elevator to do just that. She's not expecting a response as she pounds the side of her fist against the button for the Datacrux's floor. It's likely to be her best bet to find any of them. There's not a chance in hell that she's letting her team dedicate any more time to this until she gets some fucking explanations.

Halfway along the ride up, the light around the button goes dim. A flash of anger rises in her until she sees the one for the executive level illuminate. 

"Mr. Stark is not currently in the tower, but you will find Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes debriefing in the Situation Room," JARVIS informs her over the elevator's intercom, making the SHEILD agents around her pretend not to look over. She's tempted to ask them if it's the outfit.

"Thank you, JAR," she offers as an olive branch. Regardless of what's truly going on here, she doubts the AI is all that comfortable with the subject.

"You're welcome, Ava."

She's only been to this part of the tower once before. Tony dragged her up to the Avenger's balcony for a party after her divorce was first finalized. That's about the extent of her experience with this section. It's not hard to find her way with everything denoted like it is in the rest of the building.

The palm of her hand smacks against the door marked Situation Room, and she shoves it open aggressively. Both super soldiers, the Falcon, Black Widow, and a scattered group of SHIELD agents stare back at her in surprise. It doesn't slow her down any.

Ava points an irate finger at Steve in the uneasy silence of the room. "Unless New York just caught fire, you and I are about to have a very blunt conversation, captain."

"Hiya, doc." Bucky, unsurprisingly, is the only one in the room smiling at her while she glares daggers at Captain America. He's still in his not-uniform. There's still blood on it. The charm he's throwing her way reminds her that they won't want an audience. 

"I'm going to ask the rest of you to leave," she continues, but her eyes stay on the sergeant as her finger lowers. "I don't think you'll want to be here for this, Bucky."

"What makes you think I don't wanna watch you beat up my best friend?" He leans back in his chair, his hands coming up to rest on his stomach as his smile deepens.

"Can I stay?" Sam asks, his voice eager. It's a damn shame this is how she gets to meet him. She doubts the Falcon has any clue about unethical research.

"Come on," Natasha insists with a serene nod in Ava's direction, grabbing Sam's shirt to drag him up from his chair. "You heard her."

"I—hey!" Steve looks so insulted as he watches his friends and various coworkers abandon him with zero hesitation. "You're just gonna—I don't even know what I did!"

"Neither do I, but I am very ready to hear about it," Bucky assures Ava, not an increasingly distressed Steve.

Ava taps her foot impatiently as the room clears out, leaving her alone with the super soldiers. She ignores the nerves radiating off of one of them and focuses on the one that looks delighted. "I'm serious. This is about your case. Specifically, the work HYDRA was trying to finish."

The mirth leaves Bucky almost entirely. His posture doesn't adjust from its reclined position. "Alright. Tell me what's got you livid about it."

"Steve here made me a promise that was broken in my lab a few minutes ago."

Steve's eyebrows pull in with confusion. "Which promise? Wait—a few minutes ago—Is this about that blackout? Ava, catch me up here; what the hell is—"

"You swore to me that the intention of HYDRA—at least where Bucky's case is concerned—was to make an army of super soldiers, nothing more." She's letting him process this one step at a time. It'll make yelling at him for lying a lot easier. That, and she's honestly worried the technophobe doesn't understand the gravity of the situation.

"I—" Steve hesitates, and she watches the switch to tactical assessment come over him. It's startling to see it directed at her from a face that isn't Bucky's. "As far as I know, that was the intention."

"Yeah? You're sure about that? You're sure you're not omitting something pretty fucking important to my job, Steven?"

"JARVIS, what was the blackout?" Bucky questions at half the volume he started at when she first came in.

Ava points at the sergeant insistently. "See? I'm guessing he doesn't even know, but he's sure as hell already on the right track."

"There was an incident regarding the coding found in your implants, Sergeant Barnes. It has been handled. I have prepared an update to their systems whenever you're ready to undergo a transfer."

"As your doctor, I'm ordering it. We can go back to my office after I'm finished ripping your friend a new asshole for lying to my face." Her eyebrows lower at Bucky in indignation. She's doing this for him, but that doesn't mean she's going to let him off the hook if he knew. "We should probably figure out if I need to do the same to you before we get there."

"Hey, hang on now." Steve raises one hand, likely to try to calm her, but changes his mind and puts it back under the table. She's guessing someone's finally clued in the out-of-time man about that practice making women want to throw something. At his head. "We might not always be able to talk about classified information—something you agreed to, I might add—but I've never lied about HYDRA's intent as far as I comprehend it. I've been very careful to hold up that end of our deal."

"Let me tell you how I know, for a fact, that someone involved in this case is doing a piss-poor job of lying to me about it. Since you haven't quite figured out modern tech, I'm going to try to keep it simple." Ava points a far less aggressive, more instructing finger at Bucky's arm. "In order for that hunk of metal to work, it needs to be programmed. The hardware needs software that can tell it how to read brain signals. A few decades ago, some Nazis sat in a room and wrote a bunch of code for that software. That's what was supposed to be in Bucky's implants. That's all that was supposed to be in Bucky's implants."

"Wait—what the hell else is in them?" The flicker of fear that creeps into Bucky's expression breaks her heart. There's not a doubt in her mind that he could sell her on any lie he wants to with his mind set on it. That's the point of infiltrators like him. 

But Ava's willing to bet everything she's got in this world that the fear in him at the moment is genuine. He doesn't know. And it makes her feel awful.

"Given the size of your implants, I'm guessing not much," she tries to reassure. "We can always purge whatever is there later. However, if the code were as simple as 'read this signal, do this thing,' it wouldn't have been flagged as untouchable by Tony's security measures. The ones put in specifically to prevent JARVIS from being corrupted." She crosses her arms over her chest in exasperation, her eyes moving to one of the small security cameras on the ceiling. "Would you like to explain to the captain what kind of code it would take to accomplish that, JARVIS?"

There's another human-length moment of hesitation from the AI in response. "It would take adapting code."

"The part he's holding back—definitely because he's under orders not to break SHIELD protocol—is that something has to be driving the adaptation. There is such a thing as self-adapting code; that would absolutely explain it. If we weren't talking about something made in the 40s when HYDRA needed entire warehouses just to house a few terabytes of data." She glances over at Bucky. "While I'm sure the agents you scare the piss out of would disagree, your head isn't actually big enough to hold that much."

"You flirtin' with me to stop the panic or to apologize for not being Canadian for a minute?"

Ava blinks in surprise, the slightest hint of heat coming up the sides of her neck. That—she hadn't been—well. Steve's head turns to him, his eyebrows raising in mild shock.

Bucky clears his throat, then tries for a quiet chuckle, his eyes floating between her and the table. "Sorry—it's this damn room. Puts me in sergeant mode, makes me—let's get back to yelling at Steve."

"Thanks, asshole, I appreciate—"

"What makes you think I won't yell at you just because I'm Canadian?" Ava counters, finally recovering. "You trying to stereotype me, Barnes?"

The relief that comes off of Bucky is palpable. "I'd go for the hippie thing first if I was trying to do that."

"Didn't you sleep through the McCarthy era?"

"HYDRA gave me the long and short of it between naps."

Her hand flies up to her face to block a loud snort. Damn him, this is serious. But she's not about to begrudge him the gallows humor. She lowers it again while he smirks at her. "Do you mind? I'm trying to make an angry but valid point here."

"About a bunch of code that my head isn't big enough for," he continues for her dryly, one hand coming off his stomach to gesture up at it.

Ava sighs, the amusement from getting sidetracked by the Brooklyn heartstopper fading fast. "Not big enough by the standards of the 40s. By today's standards?" Her head tilts to the side sadly, readying herself to watch that fear in him get more substantial. "You tell me, Buck. Did the Nazis work in the mindset of single projects, or did they work in the mindset of generations that would lead a global empire?"

The words are the last piece to complete the puzzle in Bucky's mind; Ava can see it happen in his eyes. The expression of horror it yanks out of him will haunt her for the rest of her days. "Zola." 

It's said in a whisper, and Ava's not even sure what the word is. 

It takes Steve longer to reach whatever conclusion Buckys come to, and he looks resistant to the idea at first. "No, that's... no—Buck, you've been to what's left. You know what it took—"

"That's the point she's making, stupid. Look at how small everything's gotten." He stops, and Ava doesn't miss the sight of a hard swallow. "It makes sense. Think about it. It makes sense. They took care of the car until they could find an engine that fit. I was the prototype. Or—was going to be, at least."

The comparison—the one he's using on himself—is revolting. Accurate, but astoundingly revolting. She pushes past it, leaning down to tap a condescending nail on the table. "Hi, there. Still here. Still looking for some answers. What the hell is Zola?"

With Steve watching him like a hawk, Bucky breathes a long, tired sigh. "Not what. Who." 

"I can fill her in," Steve offers to him quickly. "You don't have to do this."

"Oh, I'm not doing shit. She's going to do it all." Bucky locks eyes with Ava, his expression passive. Having the Winter Soldier himself that focused in on her makes her breath catch involuntarily. "How's your Russian, doc?"

"I don't speak a word of it. Do I need to for this?"

"No, I'm sure you've got plenty of ways to translate anything you feel like reading. You should look up doveryai, no proveryai while you're at it." He leans forward, resting his arms on the table. His eyes never once move away from hers. "JARVIS, transfer a copy of my archive access to Dr. Ryder. Full permissions. And the next time she asks you a hard question, you don't have to bullshit her. Tell her to call me."

—

April 6th, 2015

"I want you to bring me with you next time."

"No."

"Is that a no because you do not agree or because you are afraid of mother?"

"Both."

Shuri frowns at the security feed, ignoring the quiet laughter she can hear coming from Nakia on the other end. "Coward."

The camera mounted on T'Challa's dashboard shakes as he turns it back to his face, his expression annoyed. "Say that to my—"

"Coward."

T'Challa rolls his eyes and turns the camera back around as Nakia laughs harder. He will be mopey now, for sure. "I am not taking you to stare at a soldier's office with us."

"Why not?"

"To start with, I refuse to be trapped in a car with you for that amount of time."

"You should be so lucky! Now, what is the real reason."

"What part of royal family do you not—"

"You get to go to these things."

"And when you leave your lab long enough to learn to use the spears of your foremothers, that privilege can extend to you."

"Okoye is always ready to teach you, Shuri," Nakia offers up diplomatically. 

"I do not need a spear to sit in a car annoying my brother," Shuri argues. They always do this to her. She is tired of it.

"You do not need to sit in a car annoying your bother at all." The moping has already started. She can hear it in T'Challa's voice.

"Fine. I will go to Ava's house and stay there while—"

"No."

Shuri slams her hands down on her desk, making the various instruments on it rattle precariously. "She is my family, too!"

There's silence on the other end in the wake of her anger. Then the camera turns again, this time by Nakia's hand. She doesn't stop the spin until it's pointed to show her and T'Challa. He does not look as annoyed anymore. He looks guilty.

Nakia gives her a sympathetic smile. "No one is trying to take that from you. We are only trying to keep you safe. We do not know how far Alec is willing to take things."

"And I am not willing to present the man with more temptations of power," T'Challa adds, the guilt on his face shifting to resignation. "It is not simply because I am afraid of our mother. I agree with her. And with our father. Alec Harlow is a man that is losing everything. That is a powerful motivator, Shuri."

"I am not afraid of that spineless demon," Shuri insists angrily. "I could handle him myself, thank you very much."

"Half the school children in Wakanda could," Nakia mocks under her breath.

She gets a stern look from T'Challa before he focuses it on Shuri. "It is not his strength we are concerned with. It is the allies he can call upon at any time. Men with strength and resources that we do not wish to deal with."

Some of the fight leaves her. Not much, but it does ebb. Her brother might be an idiot, but he is right about this. Ava would not be this afraid for no reason. She has been trying to disguise it when Nakia brings her for visits, which is how Shuri knows it is serious.

"I hate that man, brother." The word is far too inadequate. The contempt she holds for the worm who put fear in the heart of her favorite mad scientist feels immeasurable.

"As do I. As do we all." T'Challa smiles at her finally, his face softening. "I promise to bring you to hit him if he is ever arrested. That is when I will deem it safe enough."

"How many times?" she chases after quickly. "Can I bring a weapon?"

"You can bring exactly one weapon. Can you guess what it is?" The smile turns sarcastic as he reaches out and turns the camera back around to face Alec's office window. 

"I do not need a spear to break that man."

"No, you need it so I can stop being lectured by Okoye for enabling your avoidance of tradition."

"That will not help. She wishes for me to sit through her lessons. I would just bring the spear to hit him over the head with."

Nakia laughs, the sound light and soothing. "I am surprised you did not go straight for the idea of skewering him."

Tilting her head down at her desk, Shuri hesitates. She picks up the ridiculous coffee mug Ava got her, spinning it around in her hands with somber movements. 

Ava's last visit had been especially hard to stomach. The woman had looked so... empty as she talked about the start of the divorce. There had been no vengeful joy in her as she told Shuri's father she understood the gravity of the situation. No hard-won victory in her posture. There had only been grief and shame.

Shuri sighs, turning away from the screen to head for her lab's kitchen. She is going to fill the mug with one of the teas that Ava brings her. It will be a nice change from the energy drinks she has been binging. "No. I... I do not wish the man dead. I only wish to see him locked away somewhere he can never smile again."

—author end notes—

there’s one sentence in this chapter that is 14 words long (including contractions) that is the entire foundation of their incoming dom/sub and oh my g o d when i tell you that shit was cathartic to write 😫🤌 some day when this is finished, im gonna write a whole goddamn dissertation on that one sentence and all the narrative shit that tied into it in this fic so help me (YOURE ALLOWED TO GUESS BTW)

anyways, everyone is alive in wakanda bc i said so. and nakia and t’challa are really stupid uber mega important to ava’s backstory

i feel like we’ve all, as a species, Been Through Enough. you can talk my ear off abt anything, but dont talk to me abt the opening of wakanda forever i will Literally Die, i havent cried that hard over the first watch of a movie in so fucking long and i dont think im strong enough for a second. all i ever need for binging is winter soldier and black panther anyhow (FATWS is still growing on me and i only like it so far bc im a sambucky shipper. and a stucky shipper. and a 3 musketeer shipper. and a—i like making buckaroo be in love a lot. lets just. leave it at that). we can stop with the big owies thanks. let me escape to the fictional world where everyone is alive and Nothing Hurts, t h a n k s.

well. okay. some things are gonna hurt in this. probably really super bad too and youre gonna be really really mad at me when it hits. but like. theyre set up for comfort pay off so does it even really count??? i didnt think so, ty for agreeing 😌

ily 💖 tyty for reading 💞 and tyty in advance for yelling at me when i eventually hurt u ❤️🥰 i will understand, its okay, u are entitled to the emotional compensation on that one

[dokoni-mo]

The Odd Couple || Darth Vader x GN! Reader

summary: you weren't expecting him to visit as such an hour.

SFW // angst + fluff

word count: 4109

warnings: swearing, fear, venting, established relationship, mentions of injuries, mentions of canon-typical violence, medical talk, breif mention of a knife, mentions of blood, usage of things like "pretty" and "beautiful" ,angst, vader is soft for one person and one person only, general fluff, ***minor spoilers for the obi-wan series***

a/n: it's been a long long time since I've written my cyborg husband, but I always feel like he's the person i write the best. brings back fond memories of when i was writing my series with him. BUT WE'RE BACK BABY!! i gotta keep my fellow vader simps fed bro is criminally underrated. soft vader is my BIGGEST guilty pleasure oh my god. also, i apologize if anything doesnt make sense canonically. my star wars knowledge is a bit rusty,, also if you catch the undertale reference i love you and please marry me. taglist open!

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You had lost count how many nights in a row it had been that you'd stayed up at an ungodly hour. And whether it was due to nerves, stress, or just loosing track of time while floating through space; you had no way of knowing.

It's not like you needed to stay up this late. Your job with the empire wasn't that important. In fact, it wasn't really important at all. You knew you could be easily replaced if they wanted you to be. That's why you kept your head down at your job. You did it thoroughly and efficiently, just like the Empire wanted everything to be. Sticking out was a death sentence or worse, and you've heard the stories of the worse. You knew damn well you didn't want to be caught up in that.

You were just a cook, after all. You weren't meant for politics, nor fighting nor hunting any Jedi.

Which is why you wondered why you were the one that piqued his interest.

It was the coincidence of all coincidences that had the two of you meeting. Working on the Super Star Destroyer, you figured you were bound to at least see him eventually, but meet? You honestly thought that would have never happened. You were so beneath his position in the Empire that you thought if you were to meet him, it would have been for him to kill you for some reason or another. And, that was exactly what you had thought he had come to do when you did meet.

In the cafeteria that you worked in, there had been an incident. Incidents didn't really happen all that often, but when they did, they were often taken care of rather quickly. However, that one had been really interesting. You were working at the time, so you didn't see much, but you saw a few troopers stand up and start shouting something about the rebellion is right and the Empire needs to be destroyed. It had caused quite a stir.

But, because the word rebellion had been uttered, it caused a large-scale investigation in your work area. The higher-ups had blocked off all the entrances and exists. No one was allowed in or out until everyone had been interrogated and interviewed about what they had seen and/or heard. During the process, a few other troops had been suspected in colluding with those who had the outburst earlier that day.

This had caused an even bigger stir. A stir big enough to where it was the last time you had ever seen those troops. And, it was one large enough, apparently, to go all the way to the top.

Whether it be for intimidation factor, or just because he was free at the moment to deal with the issue, he had come personally to investigate the matter. You, having yet to be interrogated, where scared shitless. The dark lord himself was here? And chances are, you were gonna be one of the unlucky souls that he had to deal with? He was the number one person you did not want to piss off. And if he suspected you in colluding with those troops? You were done for. You couldn't even imagine the type of punishment you would receive. You knew dying was the merciful version of that punishment. God above, please have mercy. You knew one wrong word could be one of the last you would ever say.

It was really really hard to keep your cool; to keep on a brave face. Before that day, you hadn't even caught a glimpse Lord Vader in passing before. The only time you had seen him were through holovids, propaganda, or the image in your head when you heard the stories. And, to be quite frank, none of those things did him any justice. He was sooo much more intimidating in person. Quite larger and taller too. Just having him in the same room made the air turn cold; made everyone that much more on edge.

And that effect was amplified by a factor of ten-thousand when he came closer to you.

Even when you were standing up straight, perfectly at attention, he still absolutely dwarfed you. You had to crane your neck to look up at his mask, all the while hoping that you didn't look too scared to be in front of him. Try as you might, however, you couldn't stop the shake in your fingertips, nor the butterflies in your stomach, nor how your knees had gone significantly weaker the longer he talked to you. Had he noticed this? Probably. Lord Vader was like a blood-sniffing shark; only the blood he smelled was people's fear of death.

You wondered if your scent was a sweet one, then. Because even though that should have been the first and last time you had ever spoken to Lord Vader, he had made it a point that it wasn't.

He disguised it under the pretenses of "Perhaps if I am to return later, your memory will finally be sufficient in telling me critical information". And at first, you believed him. You believed that his visits to you were to just get more information on what had happened that day.

But, one visit quickly turned into two. Then three. Then he was visiting you every week. Then every three days. Then every other day. Until, finally, he visited you seemingly every opportunity that arose. Whenever he had a fleeting moment, and he knew that you would be by yourself, he would always be there with you.

If it was the scent of your fear that kept him coming back, it had been a while since he had gotten a fix of it. You figured that because of the long-term exposure-therapy, that was why you weren't really scared of Lord Vader's visits anymore. In fact, you were excited to see him when he came to your small corner of the Empirical ship. Oddly enough, over the months, you found yourself to be rather close with the Sith. Call it insane, but you felt comfortable around him. You didn't do your normal Empirical formalities with him anymore, and he didn't even seem to care. It was fucking ridiculous, and you knew that if you told anyone about it you would be mocked and ridiculed to Hell, but you felt as if Lord Vader was the only one in the Empire that you could be yourself around.

He felt the same way. At least, that what you had gathered from your time together with him. You were the one that patched his wounds when he returned from a mission, and the one he apparently liked to talk to at night. He eventually started to tell you things as well. Things that no just mere cook for the Empire should know.

He wasn't open about his emotions, but after knowing him so long, you could tell what was going on inside of that metal-plated head of his. By him telling you those things, and by him trusting you enough to repair him (despite the arsenal of nurses and doctors on the damn ship), it was his way of showing you that he had at least some level of trust in you.

It was an odd relationship, to say the absolute least. But, one that you both enjoyed having, even though you both never dared to utter a word about it.

You two had silently agreed that if you were to tell anyone, that would just ruin the magic of it all. It just wouldn't work anymore. Whatever the two of you were, it was based on trust.

And neither one of you were about to break that trust.

It was hard to find people you trusted now adays. For the both of you.

And if a cook placed their trust in the hands of the Dark Lord of the Sith, and then vice-versa, then so be it. You liked the company anyway.

Even if that company came to you at really odd hours.

You had no idea how late it was when you heard the doors to your station open. You just knew it was very, very late; well outside the hours that you were supposed to be up and active and doing your job. But, you didn't care. It wasn't like you would get into any trouble for working, anyway. With your hair pulled back, and your grey apron pulled taunt around your body, you kept your tired gaze situated on the vegetables you were chopping in front of you. Perking your ears, you listened intently for any clues of just who it was that was coming to see you that night, and whether or not you should act accordingly because of it.

You were able, however, to deduce who it was extremely quickly. You could recognize that breath pattern anywhere, as well as the sound of those heavy boots against the hard ground. You smiled softly to yourself, using your finger to clean off your knife.

When he came around the corner to find you, you shot up a smile at him as you pushed the chopped food into a bowl, only sparing him a passing glance for the moment so you didn't cut yourself. His mask was pointed right down at your smaller frame, staring at you without a word. Just like how he usually greeted you.

"You're up late tonight." You said to him as you grabbed a rag from off the metal countertop, using it to wipe off your knife.

"As are you." he rumbled out in response, making you breathe out a laugh. Setting down your rag and knife, you turned to him as you reached behind you, untying your apron and lifting it off of yourself.

"I'm happy to see you, too." You responded as you folded up your apron and set it on the countertop. Crossing your arms over your chest, you finally were able to get a good look at your Sith Lord. He looked awful. He was covered in scrapes and cuts, and even the odd burn or two. It made your smile drop and turn into an expression of worry.

"Oh my god," you said, "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

He said nothing in response and just continued to stare at you.

You sighed, "It was that mission today, wasn't it? Here, come on. I'll patch you up and we can talk about it, if you want."

Walking by the Dark Lord, his mask followed your movements as you pulled out a crate from underneath a workbench, patting it a few times to signal for him to sit on it. He granted your wishes and sat, the metal beneath his weight groaning in complaint as you left to go get your med-kit from off the wall. After retrieving it, you walked back over to Lord Vader and pulled out a crate for yourself. You sat on the edge of it, opening and laying the med-kit out next to you. You pulled out a rag and doused it with some alcohol, wringing out any excess that got sucked up in it. Holding out your hand, you signaled to the Sith that you wanted his own to be placed inside it. He obliged, his much larger palm pointed towards the ceiling as you started to clean off the wounds on his arm.

"So," you said, making sure to be gentle as to not hurt him too much, "are you gonna tell me what happened out there today?"

Despite you not looking at him, you could feel the eyes of Lord Vader's mask looking down at you, the sound of his mechanical breath filling your ears. It was a bit of trouble to get him to talk sometimes, but you understood that. You didn't know much about his past, but you knew it had to be pretty bad if he was stuck forever in that damn suit. Just looking at it made you itch and ache all over. You couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like on the inside.

It made you feel bad for him. Even though he was a slaughterer of many, many souls. But, at the same time, sometimes you found it hard that the Vader you knew and that Vader was the same person. The Vader you knew was just... troubled. Very, very troubled.

And you knew a thing or two about being troubled.

Perhaps that's why he liked you so much. That you were still here, doing all that you did for him, despite everything.

Looking down at you as you cleaned his wounds, he was made more aware of that than usual. And, in the dim light of that kitchen, with the stars of the galaxy overhead, he had to admit:

You were quite beautiful.

Lord Vader had always found you attractive. He never said it, but he did. He had thought you always were pretty. But tonight was just...

Different.

Perhaps you could tell that too.

"I found him." Lord Vader eventually said, making you pause briefly to look up at him. You were a bit puzzled. From how he described the "incompetency" of the inquisitors, you figured that they would have never found what they were looking for. Especially because who they were searching for was so good at hiding.

"You mean that Kenobi guy?" you asked him. Not because you didn't believe him, but because you wanted to make sure you were both talking about the same person.

"Yes."

Finished with it, you set the alcohol rag down and got out the bandages instead.

"Yeah?" you asked, ripping off pieces of the bandages small enough to fit under his suit, "Honestly, I didn't think you guys would find him. I thought he would already be dead. Taken in for a bounty or something, yknow?"

Vader said nothing in response. You glanced up at him from your work.

"I'm guessing it didn't go as planned?" You said, phrasing it was a question when it was more of a statement. You found it kind of odd that it hadn't gone the way Vader wanted it to go. Typically, whenever he was on the job, it was always be successful. Surely one Jedi who presumably hadn't had any fighting experience in ten years would just be small pickings for someone like Lord Vader.

Unless...

There was more to it.

"No." He said flatly, "It did not."

"He got away then? I see... Well, even so, don't beat yourself up too hard about it. He is a Jedi. I've heard that they can be full of tricks. And he probably had help you weren't expecting him to have either." You shot up a smile at him, "Besides, I know you'll get him next time."

The Sith stared down at your smile in silence.

Your features were soft. You looked tired, the bags under your eyes darker than usual. Your hair wasn't as voluminous as it should have been, and your eyes had a somewhat faraway look in them. Your smile perfectly curved upwards, too, trailing along your jaw phenomenally well.

Pretty.

Without another word, you resumed your work back on his arm, finishing up the last few patches of bandages. You wondered if that was all he was gonna say that night.

"I used to know him."

You paused your work and slowly looked up at Lord Vader, your lips parting softly. Out of all the things you were expecting to hear from the Sith in front of you. He didn't tell you a lot about his past. And to drop that bombshell on you all at once? Something really was different about tonight.

"Personally?" You asked, winding up the bandage you had been using and putting it back in the med-kit. You could have gone farther with patching him up, but decided against it. He was rarely ever this open with you, and you wanted to make sure that he knew that you cared and that you were listening.

"I was a jedi once. Long ago." he responded.

You tried not to react too hard. Deep down, you always suspected that he was. You figured no one starts off as being bad.

They're only ever tricked into being so.

And you figured that was the case with him as well. There was just no possible scenario that anyone could be born willing to snap peoples necks and slice them in half all day like it was nothing. In an odd way, you sympathized with that. You didn't agree with killing all those people (even if he tried to say it was for good reason), but you could understand where he may be coming from, or just what or who was encouraging him to do it. Or tricked him into being that way. You were tricked into joining the Empire as well.

Perhaps it was the same with him.

"So you know him from then? Were the two of you close?" you responded to him, deciding against being a smartass and telling him that you always suspected that he was a jedi. Again, it was best to just let him talk while he was willing to.

"We were... We were like brothers." was all he said.

You felt your face soften at his words, your brows arching and your eyes filling with sympathy. You didn't have any siblings, and definitely not any found family of any sort. While you couldn't exactly relate to the dark lord in this regard, you still at least knew how bad it would hurt to be brothers-in-arms with someone one moment, and then sworn enemies the next. But, then again, that panged another question into your mind.

Did he even want to kill Kenobi in the first place?

Or was that just what everyone around him expected him to do?

That was something you could understand. Doing things just for the sake of pleasing others. Hell, you did it damn near every day. It was basically your job at this point. But, then again, your job didn't involve killing anyone. That was something you knew you would never fully understand.

Even though you ever would understand, you could at least be of some sort of consolation to the dark lord. Over the many days and nights the two of you had spent together, you were surprised to learn that even someone like him needs to shoulder to lean on. Everyone thought of him as just some sort of killing machine, deadest on revenge, bloodlust, and fear. You could understand this. You were once the same way.

But, after learning about the man inside that shell of villainy, your perspective on the sith had changed. You were a blank slate to him. You weren't clouded by judgement of who he used to be, nor of any strong opinions on why he was the way he was now.

You felt sorry for him.

And perhaps that's what he needed most in the world.

"Hey," you spoke softly to him, reaching out your hand to his own leather-wrapped one. Gently, you wrapped your fingers around his much bigger and thicker ones, giving the mechanical digits a tight squeeze as you offered him a sympathetic smile. His mask was still pointed at your face, but dropped briefly to look at your hand upon his. It was warm and tight, but still gentle.

Lord Vader hadn't had the privilege of such a thing in a long time.

"It sounds like you're really stuck between a rock and a hard place, huh?" you asked him, "I can't imagine what it's like to have to do something like this. No one should have to go through that in the first place. But hey, remember something for me okay? Despite everything that's happened in your past, you're still you. You're ultimately the master of your own life. I'm sure you're gonna figure all this out and make the right decision."

You squeezed his and again, breathing out another smile.

"Besides," you said, "I'm sure that regardless of what happened all those years ago, Kenobi still cares for you. He wouldn't have come out of hiding if he didn't."

Vader stared ahead at you for a good long while, his cold, mechanical breathing steady as he studied your face. He felt your hand upon his, and wondered to himself if that was the only thing left that was grounding him to reality. How could you have possibly said that to him? Didn't you know what he stood for? All that he had done? He was sure you had heard at least some of the stories. But, did that matter to you? Here you were, right in front of him, listening to what he had to say. You had even smiled at him and held his hand, offering him something he hadn't received in a long, long time.

Comfort.

Hell, the last time he got anything of the sort was only a distant memory in the back of his head. All that time ago, on Mustafar where she had come to see him. He was a fool back then. He made many, many mistakes. Countless mistakes.

But, looking at you there in the dim, cool light of that kitchen, feeling your warm, small palm on his fingers and seeing you smile at him like that, one thing was made clear to the dark lord.

He absolutely, positively refused to make the same mistakes with you.

You were his last shot. You were his last helpline to mundane life. Long ago he had sworn himself to her, but he knew that this is what he must do now. He prayed that wherever she was, she would understand. Deep down, however, he knew that she would. She had always been smart like that. She always knew what he needed before he even did so himself. Perhaps it was her that brought you to him, and not just some dumb luck.

It didn't matter. He didn't care anymore. The only thing that he cared about now, that he could say with any semblance of certainty, was you. It was dangerous to admit that; he was well aware. But for whatever this was between the pair of you, it was worth all the risk. He hoped you were willing to fight for it as well.

Turning over his palm, the dark lord gently took your hand into his own, wedging his thick fingers through the gaps of your smaller ones to hold your hand close to his. He wondered if you felt the mechanics of his hands in your own as he held onto you tightly, watching as your lips gently parted at the rather sudden affections of the sith lord. In all his visits to your kitchen, he never once did anything of the sort. You always wondered if he was scared to touch you, but made no effort to get to the root of it. You figured he'd come to you on his own.

And he did.

You had always been smart like that.

"(Y/N)," he rumbled out eventually, "You truly never cease to amaze me."

You breathed out another smile, "Vader, please. Anyone could have told you that. I'm just one of the lucky few that has gotten to know you like this."

The dark lord's grip on your hand tightened, his large thumb stroking the back of your palm in a smooth, rhythmic pace.

"I am..." He begun, seemingly at a loss for words, "I am truly grateful for that in doing so, you have not run away from me. Your heart is truly beautiful, (Y/N)."

The sith lifted up his other hand to you. Slowly, he brought it up so that it was level with your face. After a brief moment, he moved up his fingertips to gently brush the side of your face, folding them backwards so that his hand cupped your warm, plump cheek.

"You, are beautiful, (Y/N)."

His leather-gloved hand was cool against your skin, but pleasant. He held you as if you were made of the most fragile material in all of the galaxy, his other hand not faltering on the grip it hand on your own. For a man known for his cruelty, hostility, and punishing nature, the way he held you that night made it seem like all of the past before him was just one huge misunderstanding. You and you alone got to see the man behind the dark lord that night. Past all the villainy, rage, and slaughter.

And oh what a sight it was.

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[hawkins-losers]

hello!!! what about 51 & 53 with steve harrington, please? like he haves this really masive crush on the reader, but he's in denial because he feels this person it's not into him. however he gets really jelous of the growing friendship between the reader and eddie? idk i just imagine steve being insecure about his feelings and robin keeps pointing them out, lol. hope you can write them!

(‘’Your jealousy is showing.’’ + “God. You’re such a simp.”)

A/N: I’m not sure if I like this one... 

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‘’You like her,’’ Robin pointed out after you left Family Video with your weekly stack.

Steve frowned, faking denial. ‘’What? I do not.’’

‘’You do! I know the way you look at her. It’s the same way you used to look at Wheeler two years ago.’’

Shit. He was caught.

Having a best friend that knows you like the palm of their hand has its perks when giving gifts or picking movies for a movie night, but also its cons like being unable to hide a crush from them.

‘’Admittedly I did like her, it wouldn’t matter. She’s dating Eddie the freak Munson,’’ Steve said with bitterness in his voice. He didn’t have a tooth against Eddie, but he was closer to you than Steve would ever be.

‘’First of all, they aren’t dating. Y/N would’ve told me. They’re just friends.’’

‘’Just friends?’’ Steve shook his head, not believing Robin. ‘’I doubt that. He opens the door for her and they have movie nights every Saturday. I saw them going to the pizza parlor across the street last week. He fed her fries. It’s couple behavior.’’

Robin chose to ignore his own stalker-ish behavior. ‘’Secondly, your jealousy is showing, Harrington.’’

The following Saturday, Robin was determined to have Steve make a move on you. Now that he had admitted to having a crush on you, Robin figured it was only fair to help him since he was helping her about her crush on Vickie.

She was scanning the returns at the register counter, preparing for the busy night ahead - Saturdays were always the busiest day - while making date suggestions.

''You should take her to see Dirty Dancing at the drive-in. There's a special showing next Friday. She's rented it a few times, I think she likes dancing movies.''

''So she can drool over Patrick Swayze instead of giving me attention? No thanks.'' Steve took a stack of tapes Robin just scanned and brought them to the shelves to put them back. ''And I didn't say I would ask her out. I said I might ask her out...if she shows signs of being into me because how embarrassing would it be if she says no, you know?''

‘’Worst case scenario, it's gonna bruise your ego. You'll recover.’’

As if his ego didn’t get bruised enough when he was working at Scoops Ahoy last summer. The hat completely ruined his best feature. That’s its fault Steve didn’t get any dates.

‘‘What about you? How is it going with Vick-’‘

'’Oh, here she comes!’’ Robin screeched, nodding at the large window right before you walked in, warning her co-worker of your arrival.

Steve’s back was to the window so he didn’t see you come in.

All he heard was Robin greeting you. '’Hey, Y/N! Any movie in particular you're looking for? I'm very busy at the moment, I gotta scan all these returns and...pass a little broom too, but Steve here can help you. Right, Steve?''

He nodded, a part of his thankful for Robin’s input but also cursing her for her terrible excuses. Passing a little broom? She’s never touched the broom since working at Family Video.

‘’What are you looking for today? We got a few new releases this week. We got When Harry met Sally, Ghostbusters 2- What genre do you prefer? I forgot to ask.’’ 

You shrugged. ‘’Eddie is out of state with his uncle so I can pick whatever I want.’’

Steve would usually grimace at the mention of Eddie, but this was a good news. This was perfect. His eyes shifted to Robin, who gave him a thumbs up.

He rubbed the back of his neck, then went for it. '’Do you want to go to the drive-in? Movie watching is better on a big screen, don't you think.’’

'’I actually love the drive-in, but you need a car and I unfortunately don't have a license so...’’

'’I have a car and a license. I could take you?’’ he suggested smoothly. ‘’If you want.’’

You raised an eyebrow. ‘’You’d go to the drive-in with someone you barely know?’’

Steve shrugged. ‘‘You come here every Saturday and you’re Robin’s friend. That’s enough for me.’‘

‘’Well, there’s a double feature of Grease tonight. I've seen the first one a thousand times and know all of the songs, but the second just came out. I doubt it's your kind of movies-’’

‘’Grease it is! I actually enjoyed the first one.’’

Your eyes lit up. ‘‘Really?’’ 

Steve smiled. ‘’Yeah. It’s a date.’’ 

‘’So, you’ll pick me up at eight?’’ 

‘’Eight. Yes. I’ll be there at eight.’’

After you left, Robin snickered behind the counter. ‘’God, you’re such a simp.’’

‘’Shut up.’’

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[startrekprodigyfan]

A mini rant

I really wish tumblr fans and YouTube react channels would latch on to Star Trek Prodigy. Every week I’m reminded that so many of the people who “officially” review Star Trek content in general online have absolutely NO understanding of the young adult animation landscape.

Countless reviews gripe that the episodes are “too short,” while simultaneously missing all the key details they normally pay attention to in Star Trek because their mindset is still that of animation = for babies. They are so unwilling to engage with the media as it’s presented.

They’re definitely not familiar with the way most animated shows are written these days, where larger story beats are given out bit by bit and writers allow them to come together organically, rather than spoon fed to you upfront.

How many reviewers criticized Dal for being “unlikable” only to walk that back after the Kobiashi episode? How many reviewers complained it was “too much like Star Wars” after only the first episode and didn’t allow the show to even introduce the Trek content? Unwilling to give the character a chance to grow because they didn’t like his starting place?

I’m still salty about reviewers complaining in Dreamcatcher “why didn’t they use the transporter?” despite the show literally telling them that there was a certain type of radiation which is notorious for interfering with transporters. That’s the techno-babble jargon these types of reviewers should LOVE to sift through, but they ignored it and dismissed it and called it a “plot hole” because they don’t respect the intelligence of the writers and its intended audience.

And that’s a common theme I keep seeing. Just this past week it happened again with the Borg episode, where the reviewers complained about the Borg not using their nano-tubes ala First Contact despite the show intentionally referencing the end of Voyager. Instead of it being in line with established canon it’s written off as a way to make the Borg “less scary for kids.”

I don’t understand this seemingly collective amnesia from Trek fans who gloss over long standing established lore and only remember one or two things and forget everything else. I thought cataloguing all these details was one of the things Trekkies were supposed to be GOOD at!

Meanwhile… you wouldn’t see this dismissive attitude coming from young adult animation YouTube reactors. The people who obsess over The Owl House, Avatar, Korra, Amphibia, and Gravity Falls would pick up on those details IMMEDIATELY. They’d analyze the characters relationships, they ship the characters together, theorize about the time travel stuff, and be excited to get into a show like this! They’d ask a question, then the show would answer it, and they’d be like “oh cool! Now I understand!”

Where are my 2 hour long analysis videos about Dal and Gwyn’s relationship? Where are all the lgbt+ reviewers excited that Zero is non-binary? Where are all the reactors trying to protect Murf and Rok? Where are all the animation nerds geeking out over how amazing this show looks??? Where are my Diviner simps???? LOL

I don’t know how to spread my love of this show to other platforms like YouTube. I can’t make videos and I’m not gonna become a reactor. But if I have ANY sway here on tumblr… please, please, PLEASE, let other people who aren’t 50+ year old die-hard Trekkies find this show and start reacting to it!

Spread the word! This show is literally designed to get new people into Star Trek. I wanna see it! I wanna see these YouTuber react channels responding to this show with the same reverence and appreciation that they do for Gravity Falls and other young adult animated shows!

I wanna see people making crazy theories about time travel!

I wanna see people loving Dal’s growth as a character.

I wanna see people loving Gwyn’s sword.

I wanna see people fawning over Murf’s adorable-ness.

I wanna see people mothering Rok.

And more importantly… I wanna see people who’ve NEVER WATCHED Star Trek get into this show and say “I’m really loving Janeway, now I really wanna watch Star Trek Voyager too and see the real Janeway in action!”

These people exist. They’re out there. I know they do! I just have no idea how to reach them! So please, if you ever see a react channel asking “what should I watch next?” Please, please, PLEASE, recommend Prodigy! I fear that word of mouth is really the only way to do this now! Spread the word! Let people around you know how good this show is! Let more people find it! Let more people react to it! Help the show find the audience that seems to be completely missing it!

I love this show. I just want more people to get into it and create content for it! I do what I can here on tumblr, but I’m just one person. I can’t do it alone!

[e-munson666]

More Than Mean 5

++Peter/Henry/001 x F!Reader++

(After immobilizing you, Peter appears more soft and caring towards you...... but that mask quickly falls when you once again disobey him, sending him into a rage like you've never seen before)

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ Language manipulation, death, Peter is his own warning. Forced relationship, kidnapping, assault (broken bone, use of Peters powers.) Stockholm syndrome for the reader. A/N: This series is dark. Please only view if you are comfortable. I in no way condone the things written. Fiction is fiction and nothing more.

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🖤xoxo

The next few days after Peter snapped your ankle in his hands had been mostly a blur. You were in and out of consciousness due to pain, and Peter was more than happy to cater to you during these times. He fed you, bathed you, stayed as close to you as possible, giving him a sense of pride.

Peter knows he needs to tend to your broken foot before its permanently damaged, but a sadistic part of him just wants to leave it as it is. He knows that in order to gain your trust that he needs to patch you up, despite the large part of him that doesn't want to.

While you slept, Peter made his way into town, causing quite the commotion at Hawkins General. He killed a dozen people working in the hospital before grabbing drugs and casting plaster and heading back home.

You wake up groggy, feeling a painful pressure on your broken appendage. You sit up to see Peter casting your foot, working slowly and steadily. "Morning Bunny" he says, not looking up from his work.

"Hi Peter" you almost whisper, "thank....thank you for bandaging it" you add, trying to force a smile. He hums as he continues laying the plaster on your ankle. "Just don't forget Bunny, I can easily break the other" he states, finally looking up and meeting your wide eyes. When you don't respond he firmly grips you other foot, twisting it uncomfortably, "tell me you understand Bunny" he continues, adding a little more pressure.

You squirm, tears pooling in your eyes from the jolt of pain. "I understand Peter, I understand! Please!" You beg, beginning to sob. Peter chuckles as he releases his grip, "Now, was that so hard?" He asks, resuming his work on your cast. All you can do is sob before a sudden needle pick to your arm starts to make you drift in and out.

You awake suddenly, springing upright in the bed. You look around, adjusting to the stark darkness of the room. Its eerily quiet in the house, but you don't want to take any chances.

"Peter" you call out, hoping he had gone out for more of his work, but your heart sank when you heard the knob turn and Peter rushed into the room, kneeling at your side. "Are you ok Bunny?" He asks, brushing some hair behind your ear. *He almost looks concerned* you thought.

" 'm sorry" you reply, trying to hide your disappointment, "Its too dark in here.....and I got really scared" you blurt out, shifting nervously on the bed. Peter quickly stood up from where he was kneeling next to you, turning on a lamp on the other side of the room before returning to you. "Im sorry you were frightened sweetheart" he whispers, laying behind you on the bed, curling his body around yours.

You want so badly to cringe away from his touch, but you know better than to anger him when you feel his arm slip around you, pulling you close to him. "Im here Bunny, you're safe" he coos, stroking your hair with his free hand.

You're safe.....

You shudder at Peters words. He really thinks he is keeping you safe, after breaking you underneath him....... He's either going to keep you here forever or he's gonna......... you shove the thought from your mind, you HAVE to get out of here, you MUST get away from Peter, its the only choice you have.

You lie still for several hours, biding your time. Once you hear a soft snore come from behind you, you slowly slink out of Peters grip, slouching out of the bed onto your hands and knees. The light from the lamp allows you to slowly crawl to the conjoined bathroom, trying your best to quietly drag your cast along the hardwood floor.

You make it inside the bathroom before using the sink to pull yourself onto your free appendage, hovering the broken one a few inches above the ground. You quickly slide the door shut and lock it, before flicking on the lights.

You know you have a very small window of time so you quickly search the bathroom cabinets, finding a vial of medication and a syringe. You don't bother to read the label before plunging the syringe into the bottle and syphoning a heafty dose into the reserve. Right when you return the medicine vial to the cabinet and sheath the syringe, you hear the doorknob rattle, followed by a heavy knock.

"Bunny?" Peter asks, sickly sweet voice trialing through the wood door, "what are you doing?" He pounds on the door again. You quickly pull down your pants, conveniently falling to the floor in the process. Seconds later, Peter uses his powers to click the lock, sliding the door open roughly.

When he sees you on the floor, his anger subsides. "What happened?" He gasps, quickly scooping you up into his arms. "Peter, im so sorry, I tried to wake you up, I did" you lied, trying to sound as innocent as possible "but you wouldn't budge, and I REALLY had to pee" you continued, making sure his eyes didn't leave yours. "I got myself to the bathroom but then I fell over trying to get up" you cry, in fake embarrassment. "The door must have jammed because it wouldn't slide open" you continue rambling, seeing the genuine concern on Peters face.

You use his distracted state to put a hand in your sweater, quickly unsheathing the syringe before he can notice your movements. You waste no time plunging the needle into the side of his neck, causing him to drop you to the floor with a painful thump. You land on your ass, and do your best to quickly scramble away before Peter starts swaying where he stood.

"You fucking Bitch" Peter slurs, quickly removing the needle from his flesh and discarding it. He wobbles forward a few steps before dropping to his knees. He falls over, body completely slumped.

You quickly try to stand, wobbling on one leg, taking a deep breath you attempt to take a step, doing your best to ignore the seering pain in your foot as you hobbled down the hall.

You are able to make it outside, cold fresh air stinging your face and nose as you stumble over overgrown brush. You have just about made it to the property line when you hear a loud crash from inside the Creel house, followed by a loud angry scream.

He was awake, and fucking angry. He used his powers to fuel his rage as he crashed through the house looking for you. He makes it to the front door, power radiating off of him like a ripple, as he spotted you, slowly trying to limp to the neighbors house.

It takes only the slight jolt of his head for you to stop dead in your tracks, a painful hold placed over you. He nods his head back to him and you come flying backwards and stopping right in front of Peter. He lifts his heads a little bit and you start choking and gasping before him.

"You sure cause a lot of trouble" he says, jolting his neck and sending you flying into the corridor inside. He quickly uses his powers to slam and lock the door before making his way to where you landed. He sees blood pooling from your head, as he picks you up.

You were knocked out cold from the impact, so Peter quickly carried you back to your room. He has absolutely had it with your disobedience, but still refuses to simply dispose of you.

You see, as twisted as Peter is, he loves you......... in his own sick way.....he really does. He decides to take even further measures to make sure you don't escape yet again, lugging a large chain out of the hall closet and into the bedroom.

He spends the night attaching one part of the chain to the wall, and securing the other part to a collar, that he slips around your neck while you sleep. "My captive little Bunny" he whispers, before another deafening crack fills the room.

You wake up in utter agony the next morning. Immediately noticing a pain in your legs, instead of the collared restraint you are in. You look down to see BOTH of your ankles, in fresh, long casts, before the weight of the chain on your neck sends your body into complete shock.

Before you lose consciousness again, you hear Peters sickly sweet laugh, and his hand on you cheek, "shhhhh"

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A/N: want a part 6? COMMENT!!!!!!

[littleoddwriter]

AAAAA I ABSOLUTELY LOVED YOUR RECENT FIC WITH EDDIE! :D

in one of the things he says about helping the reader he asks about feeding them AND THAT SENT ME INTO A HAPPY THOUGHT SPIRAL!

it would be cool if you could write a fic of Eddie darling just pampering and taking care of (possibly sick) y/n, including feeding them at some point, just doing everything for them like a little simp because "they deserve the entire world and shouldn't have to lift a finger" :]]]]

Help | Edward Nashton/The Riddler x GenderNeutral!Reader

Hi there! AAAHHH, thank you SO much!!! I'm very happy to know that, thanks so much for saying this, gosh! <3 <3 <3 Thank you for the request, it's so lovely and I really hope you like what I've done with it! I ended up making the Reader chronically ill. What kind of chronic illness they have, I don't know. I just wrote what I experience. From what I know I only have atopic dermatitis and a bunch of mental disorders, so- Yee, whatever! Just wanted to explain what's happening here. :')

summary; See above, basically.

notes; Chronically Ill!Gender Neutral!Reader; Unspecified Chronic Illness; Breakfast in Bed; Being Fed; Comfort; Fluff.

Ever since you’ve started dating Edward, you were trying hard to push through your constant symptoms; the fatigue, the occasional brain fog, the way your entire body just hurt almost randomly. But everybody had a limit and you’ve reached yours. 

Lying in bed beside Eddie, who had his arms wrapped around you as he was still sleeping soundly, you could barely think straight, let alone keep your eyes open. To others that would simply mean that you had to sleep a little longer; but unfortunately you weren’t able to. According to your alarm clock, you’ve already been awake for the past two hours and counting. There was no further rest in sight. This promised to be one of your worst days already.

About an hour later, Ed finally woke up, grumbling and groaning softly as he rubbed over his face, while keeping his head on your chest. 

“Good morning,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep.

Unable to make yourself talk, you made a noise that somewhat resembled a ‘good morning’. Not a good day at all.

Sitting up, Eddie reached over and put his glasses on, looking you over with concern. 

“Are you okay?” he asked almost cautiously.

Did you look as bad as you felt or did he just know for some reason?

You simply shrugged and shook your head at the same time. Wow, what a great response, you thought dryly.

“For how long have you been awake already? You can just show me with your fingers,” he inquired further, rubbing his hand over your thigh soothingly.

In answer, you held up three and then four fingers, shrugging again. 

“Oh, God,” he sighed, “You could have woken me up, Y/N. I don’t mind.”

You shook your head and forced yourself to speak; although it was incredibly hard to do, “Didn’t want to. You need to sleep.”

“Well, so do you,” he retorted gently, “Listen. I’m just gonna get myself ready and then I’ll make breakfast for us, okay? Can you eat? Are you sick?”

Closing your eyes for a moment, you breathed deeply to steady yourself before making yourself talk again, “I’m not sick-sick. But I don’t know how eating’s gonna work out for me. I doubt I can even make it out of bed just yet.” Your speech was a little slurred and slow, rather monotonous as well, but at least you were able to get your point across.

“Okay, no pressure. We’ll just make breakfast in bed, then!” Ed smiled at you. He was so charming, and always so sweet and kind to you.

Nodding, you took his hand into yours and pulled slightly. Leaning in, he kissed you on your lips, apparently knowing exactly what you were silently asking for. 

“I’ll be right back, angel,” he told you and got up to follow his morning routine before making breakfast, while you stayed in bed and cursed your body for being so unreliable.

______

When Edward returned to your room, he had a tray in his hand. On it was a plate with a stack of pancakes and some cut up fruits, which you had been able to guess he was making before, two glasses of orange juice and a fork and knife. He put the tray down on the bedside table first, while he sat down on the bed with his back against the headrest, just like you had managed to sit after what felt like an eternity had passed. Then, he placed the tray on his lap.

“I was thinking I could feed you if that’s okay? You shouldn’t have to put more effort into this than you already are,” he said, adjusting his glasses nervously.

Surprised, you nodded in agreement. If he fed you, that would be truly helpful now, considering that you barely had enough energy and motoric ability to do it yourself. 

“You really don’t have to, though,” you whispered, feeling insecure about being fed by Eddie. 

“No, really, it’s my pleasure! You’re precious to me, Y/N. And you’re unwell, so you shouldn’t have to even lift a finger if I can help it,” he responded kindly, smiling at you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled back slightly. It was so difficult for you to do any of that, to talk and smile and move, but he was worth it.

Then, Edward took the knife and fork into his hands and cut up the pancake. He held the first piece to your mouth. Dutifully, you opened up and let him slide it in. Chewing was quite the chore for you, but fortunately, the pancake mostly just melted on your tongue. 

“Okay?” Ed asked before picking up the next piece.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

He kept on feeding you the pancakes and fruits alternately, until you had enough. After that, he ate what was left of them. You felt bad about it, but he kept assuring you that this was exactly how he planned for it to go, so you forced yourself to also be okay with it. 

Once he, too, was done eating and he got up to put the tray back into the kitchen, you attempted to finally get out of bed and use the bathroom at least. It was about time. And the food did give you some much needed strength; even if it only was a little. 

So, you carefully swung your legs over the edge of the bed and forced your body to cooperate and stand up. You walked slowly and could barely lift your feet off of the ground, but eventually you reached the bathroom. So that was a win.

Getting back to sitting - or lying down - afterward was an issue, though, because you basically used all the energy you had left for this little trip to freshen up. 

Standing in the doorway, you leaned against it and waited. For what, you weren’t really sure. Maybe just for the room to stop spinning and for your eyes to stay open.

“Y/N? Can I help you?” Eddie asked, suddenly right in front of you. 

“I’d love to get back to bed, but, uh… Yeah, I’m kinda stuck here. Sorry,” you answered softly and slowly, trying so hard to enunciate each word so Ed could understand what you were saying. 

In an instant, Edward’s hands were on you, as his arm wrapped around your middle and he stood right next to you, lifting your own arm to put it over his shoulders.

And just like that, he helped you back to bed, where you lay down with a groan, snuggling into your blanket.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, hiding your face in your pillow. You were incredibly embarrassed by all of this; even though Ed never once made you feel like you had to be ashamed whatsoever.

“Oh, my angel. What else can I do for you? Do you want to be alone?” You shook your head. You needed him here with you. “Would you like me to stay in bed with you, then?”

After some thought, you nodded. You would like that a lot. 

Edward then laid down beside you, lying on his side just like you did, facing you. He had a small, charming smile on his face. You loved him so much. 

“It’s okay to need help,” Eddie said after a few minutes had passed, “And it’s okay to not always be in top form. Frankly, I have no idea what’s going on with you today, but I’m sure you’ll tell me once you feel better again. Until then, I’ll just do whatever it takes to make you more comfortable and to help you. All right?”

A silent tear slipped out of your eye, then.

This was exactly what you needed to hear. 

“I love you,” you murmured, hoping that he knew just how grateful you were for him.

“And I love you, my angel. I’ve got you,” Ed returned kindly, beaming brightly at you.

Scooting over, you closed the bit of distance that was between you and cuddled into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You could feel him chuckle softly more than you heard it. 

Now more than ever, you realised how lucky you had gotten to be with him.

[bearseulgs]

enhypen when their s/o loves sharks

gn!reader x ot7

genre: fluff, sharks

wc: 777 (purr)

warnings: shark attacks, mauling, death, i love canva

requested!! tysm

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he knows nothinggg abt sharks

but he pretends to to impress you

"hey y/n do you wanna practice a shark mating dance"

"...you biting me?"

eventually you force him to watch every shark documentary you can find during shark week and shark fest

you also force him to take notes bc how does he not know that sharks are fish

my dummy himbo bf i love him

he loves you i swear but he is struggling so hard to keep up w your shark stuff

however he's willing to buy you plushies and models/infographics bc while he may not know much abt them he loves that you do

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he's silent abt how he doesn't like them

he's so super supportive of your passion for them and stuff

but he always finds excuses to avoid any shark related activities

eventually you catch on

BRING OUT THE SLIDE SHOWS

you wow him with your fancy canva presentations and epic statistics and beautiful charts

and BOOM you got a well educated, shark respecting man now

we love to see it

since his dad owns that whole tour company and stuff and i think he has a boat he'd prob hook you up with a boat tour to go to some shark spots 😋

sign me up

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

okay i can see him going two ways

cuz in australia he was probably always warned abt the danger of white sharks and stuff

but he also seems pretty fair and would be educated on them???

so i think he defo respects sharks a lot, but isn't super into them

however as soon as he finds put you like them you can bet your butt he's buying all the shark apparel he sees

it's like the ally friend at target during pride month: shark edition

by the end of July you totally have him obsessed ngl

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

🤡🤡🤡🤡

clown behavior bff

he looks at you SO WEIRD i'm so sorry but 😭

you cannot convince him; you make canva slide shows with them fancy ol' gifs and stuff on em featuring all sorts of statistics and stuff, he does. not. care.

pretty boy 💔 wtf he led me on w his looks and then BAM this

he won't even watch sharkfest stuff with you which is insane bc y'all always watch shows and movies together :(

i think i'd legit cry

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

gurl he's seen Jaws

sadly he saw it before he saw all the super cool informative documentaries OR the pretty reef sharks at the aquarium

why are Sunsun shark antis 🤨🤨

it's always the pretty ones /j

also extremely stubborn??? like bro wtf i spent TIMEEE on this presentation and you're gonna sit there with that sassy face??? nuh uh 🙄

you show him those shark attack documentaries ONCE and he's convinced he's gonna get mauled the second he steps foot into the carolinas

like that was the opposite of the point WHY ARE YOU EVEN TRYING

i'd give up and breakup idc how much i love him idc how well our natal charts fit i'm done

jk i love Noo but i would cry if my partner hated sharks

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

i feel like he'd actually be kinda interested in them himself

like once you tell him abt how much you like them he starts asking abt them

he's always down to hear anything you have to tell him abt sharks

he probs likes the phantom sharks, like porbeagles and frilled sharks, then gets disappointed when there's barely any info on them 😭

he'll defo take you to the aquarium to see sharks and if he can manage it he'll find a nursery tour or smth for y'all to see baby sharks

y'all r shark lovers together &lt;3

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

tbh i don't think he much cares abt them

like he doesn't hate sharks but he doesn't really like em

i think growing up he probs fed into the fear-mongering

so he doesn't understand why you like them so much

during shark week he might watch a show or two w you but mostly he pretends to "attack" you with shark hand puppets

overall very annoying but in a loving way

however he is a massive simp for you and will go out of his way to buy shark apparel for you when he sees it

he loves you but shhh don't tell anyone

a/n: i'm back bffs 😍 with sharks ofc

©️ bearseulgs 2022

[l-r-christian]

Heyyy I was wondering if you could do a poly!mikaelson fic you can make up the plot but I've been so obsessed with the first lately and I need some more to feed my obsession tysm love your writing btw💕❤

Ohhhh boy thank you. I have an idea let's go this is gonna lean mostly to the boys

Warnings: Angst, Mikaelson boys being simps, Fluff, Spiciness

A/N: used Google translate for the French again. My grandmother would be ashamed of me.

Attends que mes frères vioent ce que j'ai vu de toi, petit - Wait until my brothers get to see what I saw of you, little one

Tu vas me partager - You're going to share me?

Oh oui petit - Oh yes little one.

Y/N had left a bloody bodies in her wake after a month since she turned off her humanity which her friends couldn't understand why she would. Stefan and Caroline found Y/N feeding off of a whole bar of people and managed to vervain her and get her back to the Salvatore house to begin the process of getting her to turning on her humanity.

"How is she?" Damon asked Stefan when the younger Salvatore walked out of the room they had Y/N in tied to a chair with vervain ropes and curtains drawn close to keep the sun from burning her.

"Still no humanity."

"Are you sure you guys don't know why she turned it off?" Caroline asked noticing how Elena looked away and Damon looked guilty of something. Now it was no secret to the friend group that Y/N and Damon broke up but they didn't know why and both Caroline and Bonnie found it weird that Elena had started to date Damon a week after Y/N left Damon.

"Yeah, we're sure."

Three weeks Y/N kept it off making Caroline go behind everyone's back with Bonnie and Enzo encouraging the blonde to call Y/N's Sire....Elijah for help. They hoped the Original could get you to turn it back on. Elijah was surprised to get a call from Caroline saying that Y/N had turned off her humanity and seeing how things were calm in New Orleans, he told Caroline he was on his way.

"Leaving 'Lijah?"

"I am needed in Mystic Falls. It seems Y/N had turned off her humanity Niklaus." Elijah tells his brother who frowned not liking the sound of his favorite vampire having her humanity off.

"I'm coming with you."

In the end both Klaus and Kol came with Elijah which didn't surprise the older Mikaelson as both of them were every protective of Y/N. Klaus and Kol would tell Elijah that Y/N was their favorite vampire that he Sired and before leaving for New Orleans the three agreed to share her if she left Damon for New Orleans.

"Why are they here?" Damon growled walking into the Salvatore home seeing Caroline and Enzo talking to the Original family about Y/N.

"I called Elijah. I thought as Y/N's Sire, Elijah could help." Caroline says as Damon glared at the Original as it was the one thing Damon hated most that his ex girlfriend was Sired to Elijah. Damon was angry with Elena when she told the vampire she asked Elijah to turn Y/N and afterwards the freshly turned vampire followed Elijah around like a puppy as he help her control herself.

"Right. We don't ne....." Damon was cut off by Klaus slamming him against a wall with his hand in the vampire's chest eyes dark as Elijah sighed while Kolwatched enjoying it all a little too much.

"I remembering you promised my brothers and I that you would take care of our little vamp." Klaus growled as Kol smirked following Caroline and Elijah to the room Y/N was in. Damon had indeed promised to care for Y/N as the three waited for the younger vampire to fuck up so they could swoop in to take the female vampire away.

"She is my girl....you ass." Damon said as Klaus pulled away glaring then followed after the three angry the Damon reminded him that Y/N belong to another.

"Oh Elijah.....you sleeping with Elena too? Is that why you are here, so little miss prefect could be happy?" Y/N said when they stepped into the room finding the no humanity vampire sitting on the floor head laying on a bed. Elijah frowned seeing the state his Sired vampire was in, her clothes were dirty clearly she hadn't been fed and seemed to be healing slowly from burns she got from the sun as Elijah spotted her daylight ring was gone.

"What have they done to her?"

"They are trying what they did to Elena to get her to turn her humanity on. Y/N had turned it off just a little over day before she broke things off with Damon." Caroline says handing Y/N's daylight ring to Elijah as the three Originals smirked looking at Y/N.

"I'll take it from here Caroline." Elijah says taking off his suit jacket and tie as Caroline looked worried for Y/N as Klaus smirked leading her out of the room.

"No need to worry Elijah is an expert on getting his Sired to turn their humanity back on without the Sire bond." Kol tells Caroline as Klaus nodded leading Caroline away as Elijah closed the door with his foot rolling up his sleeves.

It only took Elijah about a day to get Y/N to turn on her humanity again and at the moment she was freshly washed dressed in one of Elijah's shirts feeding from his arm as Elijah held Y/N in his lap.

"You are doing so well little one." Elijah whispered pressing a kiss on her hairline as his free hand rubbed her hip. Y/N pulled away feeling ashamed for what she had done and wanted out of Elijah's lap finding herself feeling like she didn't deserves such affection.

"No. Stay right here and feed." Elijah said pulling Y/N back against his chest holding her chin getting her latch back on his bleeding wrist. Y/N flushed at Elijah's commanding tone as Elijah picked up on her racing heart while pulling his wrist away and she turned around.

"Getting shy on me now little one? After all the things we've done?" Elijah teased Y/N watching her hide her face in his neck hearing him laugh lightly. Y/N's breathing had calmed as something about being in Elijah's arms made the female vampire relax.

Elijah stood taking his Sired with him wrapping Y/N's bare legs around his waist as his hand cupped her bottom holding her against him seeing how the vampire was falling asleep. Elijah walked out carrying Y/N getting everyone's attention surprised to see Y/N half asleep. Elijah looked at Damon smirking as the Original did what the younger vampire couldn't.

"You got her to turn it back on?"

"Like I said darling, an expert." Kol said standing taking the bag from Elijah winking at Y/N finding her sleepy face adorable. Damon narrowed his eyes watching Kol kiss Y/N's hand and how she cupped the Original's cheek watching him light up as if they both were understanding one another.

"How did you? We didn't hear a thing." Elena said standing up seeing how her friend clinging to her Sire and Elijah gave Klaus a knowing smirk.

"I had Miss Bennett put a silence spell on the room."

"My brother likes to keep his secrets. Not even I or Kol know how he does it." Klaus says watching Y/N nuzzle Elijah's neck taking comfort in his scent.

"Attends que mes frères vioent ce que j'ai vu de toi, petit."

"Tu vas me partager?"

"Oh oui petit." Elijah whispered in Y/N's ear hiking her higher against his chest as Damon frowned wishing he listened to Y/N about learning French. Damon wanted to understand what Y/N and Elijah was whispering about while it seemed Klaus understood perfectly if the hybrid's smirk was anything to go by.

"Wait where are you going?"

"If you thought I was going to leave my little vampire under your care again you are mistaken." Elijah says looking at Elena as he was carrying Y/N out to their car when Damon stepped forward but stopped by Klaus so Elena moved in front of Elijah.

"Elena, I suggest you move. Y/N will be coming back with us." Elijah said mocha eyes narrowed at younger vampire. Y/N raised her head looking at Elijah who's attention was on her right away.

"Petit?"

"I want....to go with you." Y/N muttered softly as Elijah smirked kissing Y/N's temple hearing Damon growl deeply seeing Y/N seemly cuddling up to Elijah.

"If you excuse us, Elena." Elijah said passing the female vampire as Damon narrowed his eyes seeing Y/N bury her face back in Elijah's neck.

"Caroline, you have Elijah's number. Do come and visit." Klaus said sounding smug following Elijah out with Kol. Damon was pissed that Elijah would take Y/N away as he hoped to win her back.

"Damon?" Elena asked confused watching Damon headed up stairs to plot to get his girl back.

"Elijah?" Y/N mumbled feeling warm and half asleep feeling Elijah's chest under her palms and Klaus's lips brushing along her shoulder while Kol planted kisses on her abdomen.

"You fell asleep in the car. We are currently in New Orleans." Elijah said rolling the baby vampire over pulling her back against his chest. Klaus focus on Y/N's collar bone as she flushed feeling Kol nip at her thighs.

"Now fed petit." Elijah said softly raising his wrist to Y/N's mouth growling lowly when she gently bit Elijah's wrist.

"You know Rebekah will be upset we touched her first." Klaus said against Y/N's collar bone moving to the swell of her breast. Y/N whimpered softly against Elijah's wrist feeling a little overwhelmed by their touches.

"When Rebekah gets home she ravish Y/N all she wants. For now we get her first." Elijah said against Y/N's skin as his hand moved along her leg as that night was a blur of hands and mouths.

[pppunz]

have had this at the back of my head, but dream clay pulling you out of a party in a room with temperature rising by tory lanez playing in the background— bass bouncing off the walls and all that. he would fuck you face down ass up, one hand resting on your ass and one holding your face down, deep hard thrusts. you think you could write something for it? 👀

Bass [CC!Dream]

Warnings: sub!reader, dom!dream, fem reader, afab reader, slight degradation

Notes: I meant to finish this yesterday, but Canada day happened and I got busy. I know my last fic was Dream, but I’m a simp for that man, you can’t blame me.

“Come with me.” You heard Clay’s voice from behind you, his front pressed up against your back. You nodded and let yourself be pulled away from the main area and upstairs, passed the many hookups and couples making out. Clay had been craving you all night, the way your dress fit tightly around your hips and accentuated your breasts only fed the craving to ruin you right then and there. The stares and “innocent” touches from random guys didn’t help either.

“I’ve noticed you staring at me all night. Didn’t know you were so thirsty, Clay.” You said over the bustling crowd. Clay only smirked and pulled you into an empty bedroom, locking the door to keep at least some of your privacy. You could still hear the music through the walls, the sound bouncing off the walls perfectly.

He pushed you down on the bed and connected his lips to yours, teeth occasionally clashing together as you messily made out, too desperate to care about anything else. Your clothes were being removed as you did until neither of you were wearing anything at all. Clay inserted a finger into your aching cunt and smirked.

“You’re so wet already, baby.” Clay said, his tone dripping with confidence. “And you said I was the thirsty one while you were this fucking wet for me.”

You should’ve been blushing from the embarrassment, but you were too focused on the now two fingers curling inside of you. Small whines left your mouth uncontrollably as Clay used his fingers to prep you (not that you needed much, based on the amount of times he had stretched you out and fucked you).

“Get on your hands and knees, ass up for me.” Clay demanded, removing his fingers in one swift motion. You whined at the loss of contact, but did what he said with no complaints. He laid one hand on your ass and the other on the side of your face, keeping it down against the bed. In one moment, he bottomed out inside you, stuffing you full of his cock. You choked out a moan and let your body submit to him, like a ragdoll for him to fuck.

“Clay, Clay, Clay, Clay!” You chanted like it was some kind of worship, which it kind of was. Clay groaned and continued to fuck you nice and deep, every single thrust being deeper than the last.

“Fuck, baby, let it out. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good.” Clay demanded, laying one firm slap down on your ass. You could feel the vibrations from the music downstairs overflowing your body, becoming so overwhelming mixed with the sex. With how loud you were moaning, you wouldn’t be surprised if people heard you.

Your arms were aching under your weight, but you didn’t care, all you cared about was finding that high. Clay gave a particularly rough thrust and you felt that familiar high, the need to cum. You screamed out, gripping the bedsheets between your fingers as Clay fucked you faster.

“Fuck, fuck, Clay! I’m gonna cum!” You exclaimed, feeling the bass of the song get more extreme, as well as Clay’s thrusts. “Please, can I cum?”

Clay smirked and slapped your ass once more. “Cum for me, my little slut. Be a good slut and cum all over my cock.” He said, his own high lurking, based on how breathless he was. You squealed and came all over his cock as he instructed, whining as he continued his thrusts.

Drool was leaking out of your mouth as Clay reached his own orgasm, groaning and cumming all over your ass. You panted and let yourself fall to the bed, closing your eyes from pure exhaustion. You felt Clay kiss your temple, falling asleep beside you, despite the loud music below.

[meltingpotimagines]

Husband!Hawks

this mans

is not husband material

but!

for the right girl? he may be willing to play the part

listen, mans may not be a simp but he is cHARMING okay? he got potential

besides he’s lowkey a simp for the right girl but whatever

was very romantic when he proposed

managed to rent out an entire park perks of being the #2 hero

decked out a gazebo with fairy lights, candles, and rose petals

considered making a heart with the rose petals but decided just scattering them around would be classier and less cheesy

set up a picnic with a basket f u l l of food

sandwiches, cheese, fruit, desserts, the works

and ofc a bottle of champagne bc tonight you two would be celebrating

or so he hoped

you wouldn’t say no right?

i mean who could say no to that gorgeous face pHEW

pulled out the ring box right as you swallowed the last of the macaron you’d been nibbling on

his heart sped up as your eyes widened, a breathless ‘keigo’ escaping your lips

“i know you might not be ready, but the more i get to know you, the more i realize that i don’t want to live the rest of my life without you. you’re the girl of my dreams, and i never want to wake up. would you marry me?”

“are you s t u p i d? ofc i will!”

his grin has never been as bright as it was at that moment

slipped the ring onto your finger and immediately pulled you into his arms and took off into the air

slowed your assent as you two soared above the clouds and spun around, unable to contain his joy

gazed at your face with those golden eyes, taking in your beauty, before giving you the sweetest, most tender kiss you’ve ever felt

oh boy the wedding

when i tell you this was an e v e n t i mean anyone who was anyone wanted to go to this wedding

but only those that were close to the two of you were invited

haha suckerrrs

somehow got all might to officiate

who knew all might could officiate weddings? 

certainly neither of you

no one really knows how that decision came to be but i mean no one was complaining either so

he let you make all the decisions except for one

the flowers

he h a d to be involved in the flowers

he appreciates pretty flora and if the bouquets and floral arrangements at his wedding weren’t the prettiest possible he would n o t be satisfied

teared up as you walked down the aisle (which he will neither confirm nor deny)

not that he wasn’t lookin’ mighty fine too

just imagine: tan suit with a black button up and a gold tie, gold cufflinks with a ruby set in each

i know those are his costume colors but he looks good in them so y’all can fight me

dipped you for your first kiss as husband and wife to everyone’s amusement

best believe a few different cameras caught that

the timing of the wedding was planned out so the reception was held at night

semi-sheer white tents and custom black ten-feet tall candelabras

the soft glow from the candles combined with the moonlight made for the perfect dreamy vibe 

he managed to find a florist that could dye white roses black and cover them them with a thin layer of gold glitter

was it necessary? no

did it look good? heck yeah

the gold glitter shined beautifully against the black roses

tho

the way your eyes sparkled as you danced with him was far more captivating

you two had flown up into the sky to dance your first dance together

your silhouettes against the bright moon made for a perfect picture

the only reason you ended up coming down was because neither of you had eaten much that day and a guy’s gotta eat

he gonna need stamina later *winky face*

you cannot convince me the man wouldn’t insist on fried chicken

like a whole buffet table of different flavors

but i mean fried chicken is good so can’t blame him

everyone expected him to smear some cake on your face when he fed you that first piece

instead wiped off the frosting that got on your lips with his thumb and licked it off

your best friend caught t h a t one on camera and will never stop teasing you about how flustered you got

he kept up a great image of a polite host but on the inside he was ready to g o

it had been a long day and he was ready love on his wife

heh

wife

he likes the sound of that

peppers your face with kisses on the ride home

yeah yeah i know h o n e y m o o n but where y’all were goin’ was forever away and mans just wants to shower you with affection as soon as possible (esp considering he had to keep his hands off you all day since you two never had a moment alone)

scoops you up the second you’re out of the car and carries you over the threshold

gives you a soft kiss before putting you down

and that’s the last soft kiss you’re gonna get for the night lolllll

definitely the type to make you breakfast in the morning

also the type to cook in nothing but an apron and boxers but anyway

you better be up in time to see that sight bc if not, you’re getting breakfast in bed not that i’d complain

he’s not the best cook but mans can manage some bacon and eggs

plus some fresh fruit bc it makes it more visually appealing and less like he doesn’t really know how to cook

he set the tray on your lap and climbs back into bed, pulling you into his side so your head can rest on his chest as you two munch on breakfast

there’s something so soothing about the sound of his heartbeat

a soft little rhythm that nearly puts you back the sleep

didn’t help that he was unconsciously running his fingertips along your arm, drawing random squiggles and shapes

will tilt your head up by the chin every so often to give you a little peck on the lips

if you do fall asleep, he’ll just gaze at you softly while lightly tracing your features

still can’t process that you’re married

someone actually loved him enough to marry him

there was someone that didn’t just admire or use him bc of his quirk

didn’t give him attention purely bc he’s the number 2 hero

you saw all his flaws and shortcomings and insecurities and loved him regardless

if he’s dreaming, please don’t wake him up

you cleaning him wings for him is something he loves so much

it’s such an intimate task that makes him feel cared for

loved

how much time you take in cleaning them and how tenderly you handle each wing

it’s one of his favorite ways to spend time with you

it’s nice being taken care of for once, esp when he’s always taking care of others

absolutely loves taking you on night flights

will take you in his arms and just soar above the clouds

with the clouds below you and the stars above, it feels like you two are the only people that exist

definitely dances with you during some of those flights

wraps one arm more tightly around your waist and take your hand in his and just… slowly spins in the air

it doesn’t look like much but when you’re just looking into each other’s eyes, it feels like the most romantic and intimate moment you could ask for

your life is quite literally in his hands but you’ve never felt safer

even more so when you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook

his arms wound securely around your waist, the comforting smell of his scent, the kisses he presses to your temple every so often

it feels like home

likes startling/scaring you a lot

will sneak into the house after work just so he can tap on your shoulder from behind 

the gasp you let out as you freak out for half a second never fails to amuse him the jerk

will always make it up to you with long, deep kiss

if he gets home late after a long day he’ll just crawl into bed and pull you into his arms before burying his face into your hair

no talking, just breathes in your scent before he crashes

he sleeps really well like that, but, although he won’t admit it, he sleeps best when you hold him, his face buried in your chest

he feels warm and safe, like it’s okay to be vulnerable for once

absolutely flirts with you while at work

probably definitely sends you a few spicy pics or texts

it gives him such smug satisfaction knowing the affect he has on you when he’s not even physically there

picks up take-out when he knows your too tired to or would rather not cook

like to back hug you and wrap you up with his wings

9/10 times will bury his face in your neck and nuzzle

sometimes if he spots you while on patrol, he’ll fly over and flirt with you

“how you doin’, gorgeous? the name’s hawks. what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ in a neighborhood like this?”

sir, this is one of the safest areas in the city pLS-

but if you actually a r e in danger? oh boy

no one, and i mean no one, touches his girl

honestly i’d rather fight bakugo one on one than deal with keigo’s wrath

he’s one of the chillest people you will ever meet, but when he’s that mad? s c a r y

will keep a close watch on you for a while after that

asks you to always let him know where you’ll be and to text him when you get home

definitely considered installing a tracking app on your phones

he’ll calm down eventually, but for the moment he’s extremely anxious

although he certainly tried his best to hide it

he didn’t want to stress you out too, especially if you had any anxieties from it yourself

he was just afraid to lose you

he doesn’t know what he’d do without you

after all, you’re the most precious thing in the world to him and he loves you more than he could ever put into words