#it's hard to say who he would say is lying

[3liza]

i said this YEARS ago when the 'vibes based literacy" discussion started because i had been reading about dyslexia to try to help my partner at the time, who was undiagnosed: the book about dyslexia that i was reading described precisely the techniques used in the "contextual guessing" reading education system, but as dysfunctional adaptations by dyslexic children. the contect guessing and memorization thing is a way of teaching entire generations of children to be functionally dyslexic, a profound and devastating disability, when they do not have dyslexia and do not need to have it. it's horrifying. it was how my partner read things, and watching him try to read something out loud was extremely demonstrative of the struggle he was having.

ken goodman probably had dyslexia and didn't know it, it's the most common learning disability in the world, an estimated 20% of all humans on earth have some degree of it.

In the paper, Goodman rejected the idea that reading is a precise process that involves exact or detailed perception of letters or words. Instead, he argued that as people read, they make predictions about the words on the page using these three cues: 1. graphic cues (what do the letters tell you about what the word might be?) 2. syntactic cues (what kind of word could it be, for example, a noun or a verb?) 3. semantic cues (what word would make sense here, based on the context?) Goodman concluded that: Skill in reading involves not greater precision, but more accurate first guesses based on better sampling techniques, greater control over language structure, broadened experiences and increased conceptual development. As the child develops reading skill and speed, he uses increasingly fewer graphic cues.

he's completely wrong, this not how fully literate people read. this is how dyslexic people read. fully literate people are using phonics and the alphabet all the time, that's how we read so fast and so easily, even texts that we're unfamiliar with or that aren't in our native language. i can scan a page of italian, french or norwegian and get the gist of it even though i don't speak the languages. i can sound out those words and pronounce them, even if im pronouncing them incorrectly, just by reading the actual letters and phonemes.

relying on context to predict which word comes next is what leads to the kind of aphasia dyslexics often exhibit not only while reading, but when speaking aloud. my partner would swap words that were contextually correct but not what he actually meant all the time. for example if he wanted me to hand him a blue comb lying nearby on a table, he would say "could you please hand me the green brush?" or if he was describing a cat he saw, he would often swap in another contextually-related word, one that sounded the same, like "bat", or one that was conceptually related but incorrect, like "dog". as a result i had to ask him to clarify or repeat himself many times to figure out what he was trying to say. it created profound problems for him and separated him from me and everyone else. the worst part is that he was barely aware of this. when he was driving it was extremely difficult for him to follow or give directions because he would swap out "left" and 'right" randomly.

you cant actually read like this.

She thinks the students who learned three cueing were actually harmed by the approach. "I did lasting damage to these kids. It was so hard to ever get them to stop looking at a picture to guess what a word would be. It was so hard to ever get them to slow down and sound a word out because they had had this experience of knowing that you predict what you read before you read it."

[alisonwritesimagines]

Don't Blame Me ~Bucky Barnes Imagine~

Summary: Bucky accidentally reverts back to the Winter Soldier when you get hurt in a mission.

Author’s Note: You can read this as either friends with benefits and romantic feelings towards each other or pre-established relationship.

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: avenger!reader, winter soldier!bucky, hurt and comfort, google russian translation, dice that is used as an explosive device

Do not repost this anywhere!

The mission turned a dark turn when more Hydra soldiers ambushed you unexpectedly.

"Gonna need some backup here," you say into the comms as the Hydra soldiers began to shoot at you. You hid behind a pillar as you reached into your pocket. You pulled out your dice container to see you only had one dice left.

Your dice were your best hidden weapon. Whatever number it laded on, the amount of force would be used against your opponents. While one was enough to blind people, six was usually what you wanted for this situation.

“Fuck,” you mumbled.

"I'm on my way," you heard Bucky say.

You looked back at the Hydra soldiers before tossing your last dice over to them.

“Please land on a six,” you mumbled. You watched as it landed on a five before it exploded, sending the soldiers to fly back. You smiled before turning to see a soldier in front of you.

“Oh shit,” you sighed. The soldiers quickly grabbed you by the throat before throwing you to the side. You kicked his legs, knocking him down as you quickly got up. You felt someone grab you, making you look to see more soldiers appear. They slammed you against the wall hard, making you groan in pain.

“Thought you could defeat us huh?” The soldier taunted. You saw from the corner of your eye as Bucky showed up.

Bucky watched as your body was thrown back against the wall. Hard. He could hear your groan as you tried to get up. Before he could go to you, he felt him take over.

You heard gunshots and yelling as you slowly woke up. You turned to your side to see Bucky fighting killing the people that attacked you.

"Bucky," you say weakly.

Your vision began to blur a little. But you managed to see Sam fly over to you. He picked you up gently but you let out a small whimper in pain.

The Winter Soldier's head snapped over to you as he watched Sam carry you. The Winter Soldier aimed his gun at him.

"It's okay. I'm just gonna bring her to the Quinjet," Sam tells Bucky quickly. Or at least who he thought was Bucky.

"не трогай ее (Don't touch her)," the Winter Soldier says to Sam.

Sam's eyes widen a little.

"Cap. We got a code snow," Sam tells into the comms. You heard the code as you struggled to stay awake.

Code Snow. Bucky turned back to the Winter Soldier.

"Where are you?" Steve asked as he finished fighting off two Hydra agents.

"Second floor in the computer room. Y/n's badly injured," Sam explained.

"I'm on my way. Try to get her to the Quinjet," Steve said.

"Soldat," you weakly say. The Winter Soldier snapped his head over to your face. "Let him... take me... to get help."

The Winter Soldier as your head tilted back, blacking out from the blood loss and your injuries.

"Bucky!" Steve called out as he reached you three in the room. The Winter Soldier looked over at Steve as Sam took the opportunity to fly you back to the Quinjet.

"She'll be okay. Just come with us and you can stay by her side," Steve tells him. The Winter Soldier tilted his head before walking out of the room, pushing Steve aside.

The two met up with the rest of the team as they were ready to go. They got what was needed and they needed to get back to get you healed.

Everyone kept their distance as The Winter Soldier stride over towards you. You were lying down as you were unconscious. They did the best they could to prevent more blood loss.

"Friday. Alert the doctors that we got one injured badly. ETA is an hour," Tony said.

"Doctors alerted."

Once the team got back, The Winter Soldier carried you over to the infirmary. He stood close by as the doctors fixed you up. You lied asleep on the bed while The Winter Soldier never left his spot near you.

Two days later, you woke up. You looked to see that you were in the infirmary in the Avengers Tower. You looked around to see Bucky sitting next to you, watching you intensely.

"Bucky? What time is it?" You groaned a little. The Winter Soldier didn't say anything to you.

"Bucky? Are you okay? I'm fine. The guy just got me off guard," you tell him.

The Winter Soldier continued to stay in silence. You stared at Bucky before noticing Steve by your door. You tried to motion for him to come in but he shook his head. You tilted your head confused before seeing a note he had written.

Code Snow.

Your eyes widen a little. You looked at The Winter Soldier as he stared at you.

"Soldat. I'm okay. I'm healing," you tell him.

"ты пострадал (You got hurt)."

"Soldat. Speak English, please. You know I don't know Russian," you sighed. You only knew three words. Soldier, yes, and no.

"You got hurt."

"I'm okay now. You dealt with the people who hurt me right?"

"да."

"Good. Can I have Bucky now?" You asked.

"нет."

"Why not?" You asked.

"Need to make sure you're okay," he tells you.

"I'm okay now," you assure to him. The Winter Solider shook his head. You let out a sigh, knowing he wouldn't give up anytime soon.

This wasn't the first time Bucky had reverted back to the Winter Soldier. At first he fought everyone. Until you showed up. Then he became more protective. Possessive even.

And during those time, you had to wait it out. And usually, that's when you both would fall asleep. Locked in your room with The Winter Soldier holding you close to him.

Steve and Bruce suggested it was Bucky's feelings towards you that prevented the Winter Soldier from harming you. But Bruce also suggested that the Winter Soldier saw you as his handler given how close he would allow you to get to him.

"Soldat. Let a doctor come in so they can check on me," you tell him. He nodded, allowing you to press the button by your bed. You watched as a doctor walk in and check on your vitals.

"Okay. You are good to go. I highly against going on another mission right now. Let your body rest. No training until I've given the all clear. I'll see you next week for a check up," the doctor told you.

"Thank you."

You changed into some of your leisure clothes before walking out of the recovery room with The Winter Soldier staying close to you. Waiting for someone that dared to touch you.

"Y/n, you okay?" Steve asked, keeping his distance.

"Yeah. I got it covered," you tell him.

"You sure?"

"When has he ever harmed me before?" You asked.

It was true. Throughout the time you met Bucky, he was always gentle with you. Then when you experienced The Winter Soldier first hand, he never touched you. He let you touch his cheek or hold his hand but he would never make the first move.

"We'll stand by if you need us," Steve tells you.

"Will do."

You walked to your room to shower before you ate. The Winter Soldier stayed outside your room as you grabbed your clothes from the closet.

"Soldat. You can come in," you tell him from your closet.

You walked out to see him standing in the middle of your room.

"I'm gonna shower. You can stay by the door in case I need help," you tell him. He gave you a nod before you walked into your bathroom to shower.

The warm shower felt good on your body. But you were more hungry than tired. After showering and changing into some new, fresh clothes you walked out to see The Winter Soldier still standing where you left him.

"Are you hungry? Did you eat?" You asked him.

"нет."

"Come on. Let's eat. You and I both need it," you tell him, gently taking his hand in yours.

You led him to the kitchen where Wanda and Steve were at. They looked over at you and The Winter Soldier as you began to take out some ingredients to make some food. The Winter Soldier stayed nearby you as you began to prep.

"How are you feeling?" Wanda asked.

"I'm fine. I've slept long enough and I am starving," you tell her.

"And Bucky?"

"He'll come back. He always does," you say. "You two want dinner too?"

"I'm good. I already ate," Wanda tells you.

"Same here," Steve said. You nodded in response.

Because you were unconscious for two days, you didn't feel tired. You sat on the rooftop, enjoying the fresh air. What you loved about the Avengers Tower was the view of New York City.

The Winter Soldier stayed nearby, not sitting but standing guard. You looked over at him before reaching your hand out to him.

"Soldat. Come sit with me," you tell him. The Winter Soldier walked over, holding your hand with his right one. He sat in front of you, letting you continue to hold his hand in yours.

"Soldat, can I have Bucky back please?" You asked.

"нет."

"Why not?"

"Because he didn't protect you."

"He protects me well enough. I was just caught by surprise by the ambush," you tell him.

"I have to protect you," The Winter Soldier tells you.

"I'm okay. If anything, I just need to train better," you assure him.

"You need to be protected," The Winter Soldier tells you.

"I can handle myself. As much as I appreciate your protectiveness, I want Bucky back."

"Why? Why have him back when he can't protect you?"

"He can. I want him back because I need him right now," you tell him.

"Need him for what?"

"To tell him that I'm okay. That it wasn't his fault," you explain.

The Winter Soldier stared at you before shaking his head.

"Soldat. I expect him back soon. But for now, just look at the city with me," you tell him as you looked back at the skyline.

"I would never let anyone or anything hurt you," The Winter Soldier tells you. You looked over at him and smiled softly.

"I know you wouldn't. And neither would Bucky," you remind him.

You couldn't sleep until the next night. When you woke up, you felt Bucky's arm wrapped around your waist. You turned around to see Bucky asleep next to you. You gently touch his cheek, making him wake up.

"Bucky?" You asked.

"It's me sweetheart," Bucky assures to you. You kissed him softly, grateful that he was back.

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

"I should be asking you that."

"I'm fine."

"Did he hurt you?"

"He has never hurt me before. There's no difference now," you tell him. Bucky nodded before pressing his forehead against yours. He snuck in another kiss on your lips.

"You need to be more careful," Bucky tells you.

"When I'm cleared, you can train me more," you smiled softly.

"I should let Steve know that I'm okay," Bucky said, getting up. You sat up from your bed.

"Wanna take me to breakfast afterwards?" You asked.

"How can I say no to you?" Bucky asked, walking back over to kiss you.

"I'm gonna get changed then."

"I won't be long. Come rescue me if I am taking too long," Bucky joked.

"My turn to save you," you smiled.

[adomaniahaze]

It’s been nearly a year since the Byers family left Hawkins, and the town has only grown quieter, colder, for Mike Wheeler. Last year was tough. A shitty course of disgust and shame every time he wrote. Writing, once his escape from the world, had turned its back to him. Everytime he took the pen, a pit of anguish washed over him. 

He didn’t know anymore if the affirmation El gave him of being normal in the slightless was worth the disgust of knowing he was lying. What would he do otherwise? Tell her he’s not only a coward but also a faggot in love with his childhood bestfriend who, by the way, was now her step-brother?  

Yeah. No way in hell. Not even Vecna could get that one out of him.

Then after Cali, the Byers and Eleven stayed. Forced back to Hawkins, resurfacing threat in the air. 

Eleven stayed with Max, Hopper nearby. There was a lot to talk about between the two girls, but also no space left in the Wheeler’s household. 

That was Mike’s biggest misery right now - he couldn’t hide away. Joyce stayed on the basement with Jonathan, who snuck out every night to Nancy’s room. And there was Will. Will stayed in his room. 

Whenever the party wasn’t together, they had long days of silence. The distant sound of the TV downstairs or Holly screaming down the hall only a background noise over the silence. 

In Mike’s defense, he tried. 

He did, really. 

He tried talking to Will, who often didn’t reply with more than a slight nod or a rushed monosyllable. 

Will had changed. Will Byers is nothing like the boy who left. He hardened, was distant, his once soft-spoken nature replaced with a burningly subtle fire whenever he talked to Mike.

He knew he had fucked up, that he sould’ve sent him something. Anything. But he also knew that was impossible. He couldn’t. He could lie to Eleven with letters (never signed with love). Whereas Will’s — Will’s were always unconsciously more romantic than her’s. He knew it was wrong. He knew it was even worse to covet for a call and hear his voice, even if they always went to mail. He knew keeping the discarded letters under his bed was a dangerous idea, but he couldn’t throw away the only way his feelings found form.

Mike, hoped to pick up where they left off, even more after he and El talked and broke up. He tried to reach out — but Will rebuffed every attempt. 

That afternoon, Mike tried, once again. He brought a The Clash vinyl, hope bubbling in his chest as the first notes started to play.

Darling, you've got to let me know

Should I stay or should I go?

Will looked down to Mike after a beat, who was sitting now in his own bed. 

“What are you doing?” Will asked, confused by Mike’s behaviour.

This indecision's bugging me

“Playing music,” Mike replied, not looking up from the book in his lap — not even reading, just trying to hide his flushed cheeks. “Found a couple of old vinyls in the basement. Thought you might like it.”

If you don't want me, set me free

“Why are you doing this?” Will asked, his voice sharp.

“What are you talking—” Mike started, before Will cut him off.

Exactly who I'm supposed to be?

“All of this. Pretending you know me.” Will’s voice rose. “You don’t know me, Mike,” he said, bitter, enraged by the absurdity of Mike's attitude. “I’m not the same person anymore. It's been a year. More than a year.”

Don't you know which clothes even fit me?

Mike looks up at Will, their eyes meeting. His gaze was soft against the hardness of Will's.

“That’s okay,” he says. “I’ll get to know you again.”

Come on and let me know

Should I cool it or should I blow?

I can wish all that I want, but it won't bring us together - I will write a second chapter, if anyone is interested. ;)

"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

[izzih22]

heyy, first of all thank you for all the fics you’ve been releasing you’ve been doing alot for our entertainment 💕I would like to request a short for you to give you a break lol.

So Azzi’s at a bar with her friends, Paige isn’t there, and the topic of relationships come up and one of Azzi’s friends is talking about how her feet were hurting so her boyfriend helped her walk to the car and azzi’s like “you walk?” (paige literally carries her) i hope you get what i’m saying😭😭 the whole one shot is just her being oblivious to bad relationship things or just things that a normal human can do for themselves because paige treats her like an absolute goddess.

You Walk?

Note: thank you so much!! I kinda made it longer so hope you like it!!

It’s one of those rare weekends with no games and no early practices. Just an off-night, a quiet pocket of time in the chaos of their season. So naturally, KK suggests the local lounge down the road that doesn’t card too hard and plays R&B remixes on Saturdays.

They roll in like they always do—sweatpants and messy buns, still talking about drills that went wrong or teammates who didn’t box out. Azzi’s with them, of course, even if she keeps glancing at her phone every few minutes.

“Paige isn’t coming,” Caroline says as they slide into a corner booth, raising a brow.

Azzi looks up, too fast. “I know.”

“She had film or something, right?” KK asks, already digging into the nachos they ordered before even sitting down.

“Yeah,” Azzi nods, checking her phone again. “Film and then treatment on her ankle.”

“Poor girl’s glued together with KT tape and stubbornness,” Ice mutters, stealing a chip.

“She’s fine,” Azzi says. “She just… doesn’t rest unless someone makes her.”

“Guess that someone is you?” Sarah teases.

Azzi shrugs, biting back a smile. “Sometimes.”

The drinks come—sodas, Shirley Temples, one rogue ginger beer Ice claims “tastes mature.” The music is mellow, the lighting soft. It’s one of those rare moments they all feel twenty-something and not like full-time athletes living on granola bars and ankle braces.

“So,” Jana says, kicking things off as she always does, “relationship question.”

KK groans. “Why do you always do this?”

“Because we’re five girls in a booth on a Saturday night and I’m trying to live a rom-com.”

Caroline snorts. “You need better material.”

Jana ignores her. “What’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you after a game?”

Ice perks up immediately. “Ooh. Okay, not a boyfriend, but the guy I’ve been seeing lately he picked me up from that away game last weekend, right? I had on these heeled boots…bad decision…and after the game, my feet were screaming. And he walked me all the way back to the car, like arm around me, helping me limp.”

“Aww,” Sarah coos.

Caroline nods. “That’s sweet.”

Azzi, sipping her lemonade, tilts her head. “Wait… you walked?”

The table quiets.

Ice looks over. “Yeah?”

“You didn’t get carried?”

KK snorts. “What?”

Azzi blinks slowly, clearly confused. “If my feet hurt, Paige just carries me to the car.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then…

“I’m sorry,” Caroline says, setting down her drink. “She what?”

Azzi shrugs. “Carries me. Like, arms around my neck, bridal style. She opens the car door with her elbow while holding me.”

Ice stares at her. “You mean like… she’s done this more than once?”

Azzi squints, doing mental math. “It’s kind of our thing. I don’t really walk if I don’t have to after games.”

Jana’s mouth is slightly open. “You… you don’t walk?”

“Not if I’m tired.”

Sarah leans in, looking way too invested. “Does she do this in public?”

“Yeah?”

Caroline is actively holding her head in her hands. “You’re not in a relationship. You’re in a royal court.”

“I thought this was normal,” Azzi mutters, eyes narrowing.

“Azzi,” KK says seriously. “She carried your entire duffel bag and you after the Stanford game.”

“I was sore!”

“She was too!”

Azzi frowns. “She’s stronger than me.”

Everyone knows she lying. Paige is strong but Azzi is a machine. But alas they don’t say anything just smirk.

“You could have walked.”

“Could I have?” Azzi asks genuinely, like she’s never considered the possibility.

Sarah is absolutely losing it. “What else does she do for you that you think is normal?”

Azzi shrugs. “I dunno. She ties my shoes sometimes?”

“Sometimes?” Ice echoes, nearly choking on her drink.

“Well, like, when I’m wearing those shoes with the complicated laces and I don’t feel like doing it. She does them for me.”

KK throws her head back. “I’m actually gonna scream.”

“Oh,” Azzi adds thoughtfully. “She always opens my water bottles too.”

Caroline leans across the table. “Azzi. You are a D1 athlete. You have hands.”

“She gets to them before I do!”

“I’ve watched her unwrap your protein bars.”

“Only the ones with the sticky wrappers.”

“She cuts your grapes.”

“They taste better when they’re in halves!”

“Have you ever carried her to the car?” Sarah asks.

Azzi blinks. “She doesn’t like being carried.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“No…”

Jana laughs. “You are a princess and you don’t even know it.”

“She microwaves my hoodie before practice when it’s cold,” Azzi offers softly, almost defensively now.

Caroline groans. “Microwaves?!”

“It’s not weird! She wraps it in a towel and puts it in for like, fifteen seconds. So it’s warm.”

KK turns to the group. “I am dating the wrong people.”

Ice clutches her drink. “I’m not even really dating and I feel wronged.”

Azzi’s phone buzzes. She glances at it and smiles instantly.

“What is it?” Caroline asks.

“She just texted me. ‘Did you eat enough?’”

“Tell her no,” Sarah says. “So she’ll pull up with food in twenty minutes and a blanket and probably a slideshow presentation about nutrients.”

Azzi giggles, typing a reply. The girls all watch her, a mix of affectionate disbelief and exasperated envy.

“You know what’s wild,” KK says, voice a little softer now. “She really doesn’t do that for anyone else.”

“Does what?” Azzi asks, still texting.

“All of it,” Jana says, smiling. “She’s cool with us, yeah. But Paige? She spoils you. Like, in ways she doesn’t even realize.”

“She worships you,” Caroline says, not unkindly. “You’re like her favorite person.”

Azzi blinks, cheeks pinking. “She’s my favorite person too.”

There’s a little silence after that. One of those good, warm ones.

Ice sighs dramatically. “Y’all are disgusting.”

Kk raises her glass. “To not walking.”

Everyone laughs.

Azzi raises her glass too, her phone lighting up again with a message from Paige.

PAIGE:

If you’re still hungry, I can bring you something when I’m done. Or just come pick you up.

She smiles, melts a little, and types back:

AZZI:

I’m good. But you can still come pick me up if you want. I miss you.

PAIGE:

On my way.

Azzi sets her phone down, heart full. Her team is still roasting her, still in disbelief but underneath it, there’s love. So much of it.

⸻

Azzi’s just stepped out of the bar when she sees her.

Paige is parked right out front, leaning casually against the passenger door in a hoodie and joggers, arms crossed, hair pulled back in a low bun like she didn’t spend the last two hours watching film and icing. Her eyes soften the second she sees Azzi.

Azzi doesn’t even try to play it cool. She lights up instantly.

Paige pushes off the car and meets her halfway.

“Hey,” she says, already reaching to adjust Azzi’s oversized sweatshirt like it’s her job.

Azzi smiles up at her. “Hi.”

“You tired?”

Azzi leans into her. “A little.”

And without missing a beat, she lifts Azzi right off the ground, arms around her back and under her knees, bridal style. Azzi doesn’t even flinch—she just folds into it, wraps her arms around Paige’s neck, and rests her head against her shoulder like they’ve done this a thousand times.

Inside the bar, five noses are pressed up against the window.

“NO. WAY,” KK whisper-yells.

“She didn’t even ask, Paige just knew,” Ice says, jaw dropped.

“She looks so happy,” Sarah mutters, a little too emotionally invested.

“I feel like I just watched a scene from a Netflix original,” Caroline says.

“Literally how does someone look hot while carrying another adult?” Jana asks, offended.

“Did you see how she opened the door without putting Azzi down?” Ice adds. “I didn’t even know you could do that.”

KK’s filming through the window. “If my future wife doesn’t treat me like I’m made of moonlight and satin sheets, I don’t want her.”

“You think she warmed up the car too?” Sarah asks.

“She probably pre-set the seat warmer,” Caroline says.

“Y’all,” Ice says, dropping her voice like it’s a national secret, “I used to think Paige was kind of quiet and chill. But she’s not. She’s just so gone for Azzi that none of us even exist when she’s around.”

The group stares out the window as Paige carefully lowers Azzi into the car, buckles her in, then presses a kiss to her forehead like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like muscle memory.

They’re still watching as the car pulls away.

Caroline turns back to the table.

“I think we just witnessed a mythological event.”

“I feel single,” KK says dramatically.

“You are single,” Jana deadpans.

“I feel extra single,” KK corrects.

Sarah’s already texting their group chat:

Sarah: azzi literally gets carried home like a fairy tale

Sarah: if she ever says “paige isn’t that romantic” again we’re playing the window footage

Caroline opens her soda, toasts the air, and says, “To setting the bar unreasonably high.”

They all clink their glasses together.

And somewhere across town, Azzi leans into Paige’s shoulder in the car and says, “They roasted me so bad.”

Paige just smiles. “Good. Let them be jealous.”

Azzi’s grin turns soft. “I’m really lucky.”

Paige glances over at her. “I’m the lucky one.”

⸻

UConn practice, Sunday morning. Coach hasn’t even walked in yet, and the team is already stretching, half-awake, shoes only half-laced. It’s quiet until Paige walks in.

Azzi’s trailing behind her, as always, but today there’s a very specific look in her eyes. It’s the “I told them everything” look.

Paige doesn’t notice. She jogs in with her usual no-sleep-no-problem swagger, hair tied up, hoodie sleeves shoved to her elbows. She barely sets her water bottle down before…

“Oh hey, Paige,” KK calls, loud and obvious. “How are your arms feeling today?”

Paige blinks. “My arms?”

“Yeah, after carrying an entire grown woman across a parking lot last night.”

Azzi breaks immediately, hiding behind a towel.

Paige turns slowly toward her. “You told them?”

“I said one thing,” Azzi mumbles from behind the towel.

“One thing?” Caroline grins. “Girl, you gave us a thesis.”

“We know about the grapes,” Ice adds. “The microwaved hoodie. The shoelace situation.”

Ash fakes a swoon. “She carries you with the door elbow bump. I literally can’t even open my Gatorade without losing a nail.”

Paige stands there, eyes narrowing like she’s deciding who to block in practice first.

“Y’all are being dramatic,” she mutters.

“No we’re not,” Caroline says. “We’re being observant.”

“She doesn’t walk, Paige!” KK shouts, already laughing.

“Okay, but why should she walk?” Paige shoots back, deadpan. “She’s perfect.”

The gym goes silent.

Caroline turns to Ice. “Did she just…?”

“She just dropped that like it was normal,” Ice whispers.

Paige shrugs, tossing a ball lazily between her hands. “If I can carry her, why wouldn’t I? Y’all just jealous.”

“Damn right we are,” Ice says. “I limp and suffer in silence.”

Jana raises an eyebrow. “Would you carry any of us if our feet hurt?”

Paige doesn’t even blink. “No.”

“That was fast,” KK says.

“She wouldn’t even open my water bottle,” Ice adds.

“You shouldn’t need help,” Paige shrugs.

“But Azzi does?” Caroline teases.

Paige tosses the ball at her lightly. “Azzi gets help. Not the same.”

Azzi finally peeks out from behind her towel, smiling helplessly.

Caroline rolls her eyes. “You’re so whipped.”

“I’m not whipped,” Paige says, walking to Azzi like it’s automatic. “I’m just obsessed with her. Totally different.”

Azzi beams. Everyone else groans.

Coach finally walks in, blowing his whistle.

“Save the flirting for after sprints!” He yells.

“Yes, Coach!” they all echo.

But as they start warming up, Azzi’s still grinning, and Paige casually offers her a drink without her even asking. The rest of the team watches it happen like they’re seeing the northern lights.

“Grapes next,” Ice mutters.

“Pretty sure she’s already got them in the locker room,” Caroline says.

And they do. In a little Tupperware, halved.

Because Paige Bueckers may not talk about her feelings much. But everyone on the team knows one thing now: she doesn’t just love Azzi.

She lives to make her life easier.

And apparently, that includes never letting her feet touch the ground.

[n3ptoonz]

'Political Animals'

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky/F!Reader

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Warnings/tags: Smut, Explicit; pre-Thunderbolts, ADULTERY! (reader has a wack husband), COCKY BUCKY COCKY BUCKY, PLOT HEAVY, dirty talk, desk sex, reader is the secretary of state, cunnilingus, fingering, refers to your vag in third person (i can't stop doing this), squirting, f!multiple orgasms, cum as lube, exhibitionism if you squint, use of "baby" and "sweetheart", use of titles, breeding kink if you squint, inspired by the show he was in called political animals :3c, half proofread

Word count: 3.1k

The Congressman has known you for a while now. Even before he stepped into the political realm, he knew who you were and actually looked forward to crossing paths whenever possible. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't have a crush on you. He was a sucker for people who fought tooth and nail for what was right.

However, it was just a little under a year until your term was over, and there were lingering rumors about you running for president against the very man you work for. It was bold, but that's what drives this nation, no? Everything was on hush-hush, especially because you know your husband--if you could really call him that--would throw a fit if he merely heard about it.

Politics was your life. You lived and breathed diplomacy. You were practically nothing if you weren't leaping at the opportunity to help those in need by any means necessary.

Two soft knocks came to your office door before your assistant poked his head in.

"Madam Secretary," he prompted with a small smile. "You have a visitor. He says it wasn't an appointment but he wanted to speak with you."

Your head tilted as you tried to think of who'd show up to the White House unannounced like that. "Did he give you a name?"

"Congressman Barnes." he answered. "The one with the metal-"

"I know who he is," you said with a growing smile, secretly glad you weren't busy this time around. "Send him in."

You've interacted with him a handful of times when you went down to the Capitol. Not only for trying to get a bill passed/when handling foreign affairs, but sometimes you went down there when you were invited to events. Usually by the Congressman. He was always an interesting man to you, given his past and how he ended up here with buttoned up assholes. However, he warmed up to you almost instantly.

"Madam Secretary." he said, his voice practically bounced off the walls over that door shut, snapping you out of it as you stood to shake his hand.

"Congressman. What brings you by?" you asked him and gestured for him to take a seat in front of your desk. "I didn't peg you as the kind of guy who shows up unannounced."

"Force of habit." he shrugged and tried to put humor to how it was true, he was used to just rolling up on people without saying anything. "Old habits die hard."

"Right," you sat back down and leaned forward on your elbows while watching his eyes. You didn't miss the way his eyes darted back up from your covered chest to your face. "That still doesn't answer my question."

What was in the air today, nobody knows, but Bucky was feeling it. He hadn't openly flirted with someone since Sarah, and that might've just been out of spite to Sam for fun. But you were real deal. He had to tread lightly but make it known he wasn't a punk.

"Maybe I just wanted to visit. I was in the neighborhood and thought 'Why not stop by the White House?'"

"Barnes." you half-warned. You hated the cat and mouse game, you didn't have time for all that. He said your surname, married surname and caught the subtle cringe in your face when he said it.

Noted.

"Well, I just wanted to know...is it true?"

You gave him a puzzled look as if you didn't already know what he was talking about. "I don't follow."

He narrowed his eyes at you and rested his chin on his fist. You're lying to him. Did you not trust him with such sensitive information? Was it not official yet? Were you having second thoughts?

"Madam President." he dared with a slow blink at you. A warmth crept up your neck as those words fell from his lips. It was your first time hearing it be said aloud other than you or your supportive assistant entertaining the idea.

You chuckled lightly and shrugged. "I don't know where you heard that. Perhaps journalist gossip isn't a reliable source, Barnes."

"Bucky." he stated.

You blinked a few times. "I'm sorry?"

"Just 'Bucky' is fine when we're alone." he insisted. This was a dangerous game he was playing and yet he didn't feel an ounce of shame or fear. Your brows furrowed at his tone and leaned back into your chair.

"I'm married."

"Happily?" he asked in a softer tone. And there it was, that timeless charm and wit that never left. The same charm that had the ladies swooning and fanning themselves in the 40s. He still got it.

Bold. Real bold, Buck.

You huffed an incredulous laugh through your nose and sighed. He's got you there, you had to admit. But you won't do that out loud. That was highly unprofessional. Even if you had thought about it at least once...tw...enty times...

You'd be lying if you said you didn't develop a little something for the man. He brought a fresh vibe to the political scene. A former deadly assassin joins congress and obviously doesn't know what the hell he's doing. It was... honestly kinda cute. And you'd be remiss if you didn't take note on how handsome he is. That slick back will do it every time.

"You're bold," you said looking him up and down. "Bucky." saying his nickname subconsciously felt like you stepped into a room you didn't know you had access to. Like the door was open the entire time. It was like a silent acceptance of some sort, but you didn't know of what.

The side of his mouth quirked upwards in satisfaction. He's got you.

"I mean, I'm just letting you know you'd have my vote." he said as he stood up and pretended to smooth out his blazer. "If the rumors are true, of course."

You stood up with him but neither of you moved. The tension in the room was suddenly palpable.

"And if they aren't?" you said. Not to burst his bubble, but you can never be too sure about someone using your title to get ahead.

"Then that'd be a damn shame. Who's to say you wouldn't have a leg up when trying to get a bill passed?"

You let out a genuine laugh. Not at him, but you really weren't expecting him to say that. So confidently too.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. It's just, I mean your heart's in the right place but that's not how it works."

Bucky didn't take any offense to it at all. He was aware he was just firing off whatever he could to get a reaction out of you. That and he was still fresh in that chair, so it was fair that you knew way more than him.

"Yeah?" he said, his voice somehow getting lower and smoother with one word uttered. "Mind showing me how it works?"

Never in his time has he ever used his charm, let alone openly flirted with a married woman who was clearly not happy in her marriage. He took a shot in the dark with a faint light at the end of the tunnel.

The ball was in your court. Though this wasn't that hard of a decision considering the fact that you've been cheated on before and had to suck it up for appearances. You slowly rounded your desk, dragging your finger along the edge and letting your clacking heels fill the deafening silence in the room.

"Well," you began as your eyes glided up his chest, and you were just now noticing his muscles straining against the thin fabric of his dress shirt. You stood in front of him and lightly tugged his tie towards you. A hint of a smirk on his lips as he let it happen.

"First, a bill is introduced and assigned to a committee for review," you said while undoing the tie and tossing it onto your desk. Then you went to undo the buttons while keeping your eyes on him. "If approved by the committee, it's voted on by the House. If passed, it moves to the Senate."

Bucky shrugged off his blazer along with his shirt and took a step forward so your butt hit the front of the desk, leaving him in a white tank top. He leaned forward with his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you there as you sat on the edge with him between your legs.

"What happens if it's not passed by the House?" he asked as he took your hand and slowly kissed your palm a couple of times.

"Then you're shit out of luck." you caressed his cheekbone as you replied. "But the Senate can then consider, amend, and vote on the bill. If the House and Senate pass identical versions of the bill, it's sent to the President for approval."

"And that's where you come in." he murmured. He was so close you could feel his breath on your lips. "The gracious and headstrong Madam President of our nation, passing laws for the greater good."

"You make it sound so easy."

"It's fuckin' sexy is what it is," he whispered before capturing your lips. Your soft laugh turned soft moan when his cold metal hand met the hot skin of your thigh under your skirt. The hand that rested on his cheek snaked around to the nape of neck to pull him closer, if possible.

He pulled away and licked his lips, looking drunk on just kissing you. His left hand pushed your skirt up further while his right spread your thighs. His eyes never left yours as two fingers glided over your slit through your panties. You inhaled sharply as your thighs naturally spread more in response to his touch.

It was clear to the both of you that it had been such a long time since you've been touched like this. With an already high demanding job and a shitty husband, you were stuck with occasionally sitting at a certain angle in your chair after hours.

"Oh, poor thing," he muttered and kept rubbing, silently daring you to look away. "Too many nights of being left to your own devices, hm? Look at how she weeps to be taken care of properly." he whispered, earning a soft whine from you, given that you were wetter than you thought. A simple rub up against you like this made the pit of your stomach tight.

Bucky hooked his fingers around the band and pulled them down with ease before sinking to his knees. He kissed up your legs and removed your heels. The only thing on his mind was if he was going to successfully get you to cheat, forget about your shit husband even for a little while, he was going to make it worth your time. Make it so if you ever decided to fuck your man again, it'd be spoiled by the fact that it wasn't him. Should you ever cuddle up with him again, you'd wish it was Bucky.

Once his mouth was attached to you, you rolled your hips and shuddered. The soft prickling of his beard between your thighs was something you didn't know you craved until now. He groaned in satisfaction, both hands gripping your thighs and hooking them over his shoulders.

He was genuinely getting off to the taste of you. The subtle twang of today's efforts dripping off you. The contracting of your folds against his tongue was signaling that you were close already and he had just got started.

"All this? For me?" he said as he licked up more slick. "Baby, you shouldn't have." he continued and added a finger to get you there faster.

You gasped and laid back onto your desk, exhaling shakily. The balls on this man to call a married woman any kind of pet name was beyond you, but that was thrill. And you loved it.

"My apologies," he leaned upwards for a second to see you clutching your torso as a means to focus. "Madam Secretary. I'd never take that away from you." he added, along with another finger at a steady rhythm.

You moaned out your own name, a choked gasp following after. He smiled and dove back in between your legs, licking and sucking to see what it's like when you come undone.

With your own hand over your mouth, you moaned loudly under your palm as you came. You were a tad embarrassed that you were squirting all over his face, but he just wouldn't stop and let you ride this out.

When your body finally calmed and became less tense, he backed away and pulled his fingers out slowly. He stood up and wiped his face while his other hand quickly undid his belt and pulled his pants/boxers down just enough so that his dick sprung free. He nodded, impressed with how much you came and that he was able to do such a thing. He lifted your left leg from your knee and used your own cum as lube.

Your name rolled off his lips so naturally as he made sure all of your essence covered the shaft, but he was done playing games. Bucky took the liberty of wrapping that leg around his waist and used the leverage to push himself inside you, bottoming out so you could adjust. The man was girthy and long. It felt he was splitting you open, leaving the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

You couldn't remember the last time you had sex with your husband, but it definitely was nothing like this. And Bucky was definitely way bigger than he ever was.

"You okay?" he asked softly and soothed you by rubbing circles on your thigh. He hovered over with a look of concern and wasn't going to do anything else unless there was a verbal confirmation.

You nodded, "Yeah," you said and reached up to pull him towards you by the shoulders. His arms were on both sides of your head as he watched you grab the tie you tossed earlier to wrap it around the back of his neck. He smiled softly at you before he moved his hips, liking the way you think.

Bucky leaned down and left kisses along your jaw and neck, relishing in your hushed noises of pleasure so that nobody could hear outside. Thanks to your assistant, he doesn't interrupt if you're speaking with someone and warns others not to.

"Mm...that son of a bitch is lucky I didn't meet you first," he whispered and nipped at your earlobe. "He doesn't deserve you," he added with your name at the end. One of your hands came up to lightly tug on his hair. He chuckled in response.

"Too soon?" he asked, half-serious.

He was about to say something else when your phone rang. Your cellphone. You both lifted your heads and looked over by the computer, but he grabbed it quicker than you could. Your eyes widened in horror when he answered it.

It was your husband.

He leaned up and said his name aloud so you were fully aware this was really happening. The truth is, he knew everything about him. He knows about his cheating scandals and all. So, when he saw the name, he just couldn't help himself.

Old habits die hard.

"Yes, hello. The Madam Secretary is not available at the moment as she is currently busy with a meeting right now." he said, putting your phone between his ear and his shoulder. He quickly covered your mouth with his metal hand and started thrusting into you again. There was a tsunami wave worth of emotions running through you right now, but it was all being overridden by the angle he was hitting and the sudden quickened pace. He spoke on the phone like it was nothing, smiling down at your face contorted with pleasure and your eyes rolling back. Your muffled moans gave him goosebumps.

"Uh, I could try to get her on the line if you'd like," he said as he looked down again, trying not to chuckle at you snapping back to reality. "No? Ah, ok. I'll let her know you'll be here in thirty minutes. She should be finished in...one second, please," he muted the microphone and uncovered your mouth for a brief moment to kiss you, taking in your frustrations and embarrassment at the muted cellphone being right next to your head.

You could just cry. The wave of guilt only made you want to unmute and let him listen in on what he couldn't do.

"Time's ticking, sweetheart," he muttered against your lips. "Cum with me. Come on. Don't wanna leave him hanging, right?"

Your mouths moved in sync and your tongues danced to a dangerous tune. Bucky fucked you like his life depended on it.

That tight feeling inside you both snapped at the same time. Bucky pulled out in time, letting his cum hit the tiling so it didn't get in the carpet. You trembled beneath him, pouring everything you had into this kiss that kept the entire office from rushing in here.

After a few seconds you tried to make yourself calm down, pushing Bucky off you and quickly sitting up on the edge of your desk as you grabbed your phone. He playfully scoffed and snatched your phone from you. But before he unmuted, he leaned in close to your ear and said,

"Should've given you my babies." seeing your genuine look of shock.

He unmuted cleared his throat as he stuffed himself back into his pants. "Hello? Yes, she's finished now. I've delivered your message to her and she can speak now. Alright. No problem, sir."

Bucky handed the phone back to you with a wink before grabbing his clothes and putting it back together. Once he got his shirt and blazer on, he went to grab his tie that was still in your clutches. He couldn't fight the urge to plant a soft kiss to your temple while you were on the phone before he put it back on. He also cleaned up the mess he made with a tissue from the box on your desk, tossing it in the nearby trash can. When he took the entire box and handed it to you, he snickered when you snatched it from him to clean yourself up, effectively shooing him away while trying to hide a smile.

The Congressman put his hands up in defense before giving you a small salute, leaving you alone. Once the call ended and you got yourself situated, you put your heels back on and quickly walked over back to him, giving him a tender kiss and fixing his hair.

"Now go. I have an election to think about."

[bimbovicc]

ugh i would LOVE to read more about bruce x clark x reader and the kryptonian breeding season if you ever wanna write more about that

#KRYPTONIAN BREEDING SEASON HCs ˎˊ˗

Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent x fem!Reader 🩷 ── .✦

a/n : okay sooo like… i literally cannot stop thinking about bruce and clark absolutely wrecking me during kryptonian breeding season like??? one’s all cold and calculated and the other one is just a feral puppy in heat and i’m the dumb little thing stuck between them crying and begging and full of everything they wanna give me… like oops!! guess i was made to be their perfect lil cumdump. this is for my fellow needy girlies who love getting bred stupid and filled over n over until they can’t walk and don’t even remember their name — just “daddy” and “sir.” be safe, be hydrated, and don’t trust clark when he says “just one more” because HE’S LYING 🤥 mwahhh enjoy the mess!! 🩷

ᯓ★ The moment Clark’s breeding season starts, you can feel it in the air. Clark’s body runs hotter, his touches linger longer, and he starts growling under his breath whenever another man looks at you—even Bruce.

ᯓ★ He becomes insatiable. We’re talking multiple times a day, desperate humping against your thighs in the morning, needing you on your hands and knees before you’ve even had coffee.

ᯓ★ His favorite position during his “breeding season” ? Bent-over mating press or from behind with your knees tucked under you—anything where he can press his weight into you, knot himself deep, and stay there.

ᯓ★ Clark marks you with his scent constantly—nuzzling your neck, rubbing your inner thighs, licking your chest—and gets irrationally possessive when it starts to fade.

ᯓ★ Bruce pretends he’s above it. He even scoffs when Clark starts his “breeding season” —until he sees you dripping and trembling from being bred nonstop.

ᯓ★ That’s when the switch flips. Suddenly, he’s in front of you while Clark fucks you, holding your jaw and making you look up at him while he fucks your mouth.

ᯓ★ He talks dirty in your ear while Clark’s breeding you, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise:

“He’s going to fuck a baby into you. Do you want that? One from both of us?”

ᯓ★ He won’t let Clark have you all to himself. Bruce insists on taking your mouth or ass while Clark has your pussy. Double stuffing is standard during breeding season.

ᯓ★ Bruce never loses composure, but the way he clenches his jaw and grunts when he spills inside you? That’s his version of falling apart.

ᯓ★ They don’t fight over you—they share you. Clark fucks to breed; Bruce fucks to claim.

ᯓ★ They put you in heat-like states just from overstimulation: pinned between both of them, cock-drunk, messy, and mumbling about wanting their babies while one holds your legs open and the other fills you to the brim.

ᯓ★ They make you cum over and over just to ensure your body is “ready to receive”—Bruce with slow, cruel fingers on your clit, Clark rutting in and out like an animal until your thighs shake.

ᯓ★ The aftercare is almost worse: Clark’s kissing your belly, talking about “how many he thinks took,” while Bruce presses a hand over your full cunt to keep everything inside.

“Don’t waste a drop. You’re ours.”

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Tied Up (John Walker)

Description: Y/N asks Yelena to tie John up for her after he tells her he’s never going to be submissive.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2,206

John laid in his bed on his phone while Y/N stared up at the ceiling, a lot on her mind. John was in a better place since The New Avengers became a thing and he got a beautiful girlfriend. Y/N struggled with something that she’s kept to herself for so long and wasn’t sure how to bring it up. She wanted to take their sex life to a whole different level but John was difficult with that. He liked to be dominant and wouldn’t even think to be submissive.

But a year back when Bucky had tied everyone up she remembered how hot she thought he looked tied up and needed to have it happen again. “Are you okay?” John asked her as she barely blinked. She looked over at him, “Yeah.” He shook his head and turned to her, “You’re lying I can tell.” He said and she rubbed her eyes. He would just laugh at her and tell her it’s funny. “I-“ but it was hard to get out. He was waiting and raised his eyebrows, “Baby just tell me.” He said and she turned to him, “over a year ago when Bucky tied us up, you remember that?” She asked and he nodded.

She looked down, “I thought seeing you tied up was hot.” She mumbled but he heard it. “Really?” He asked and she nodded. Her face was red and she was very embarrassed. “Good luck with that.” He said and she looked at him, “You won’t make it happen?” She asked and he shook his head. “I’ll tie you up but I’m not being tied up.” He told her. She knew that would happen, he didn’t like being submissive. 

“Yelena, do you think you could do me a favor?” Y/N asked her friend who was eating cereal the next morning. “What is it?” She asked, mouth full of cereal. “Can you tie John up for me?” Yelena nearly spit out her cereal at the question. “Why?” She asked. Y/N looked away from her friend, “You’re stronger than me.” “No I mean why do you want him tied up?” She asked and Y/N sat across from her. “Between us, he refuses to submit to me in the bedroom.” Y/N and Yelena had a good friendship so Y/N didn’t hide things from her.

Yelena wanted to laugh but that made sense. John seemed like he would hate being told what to do even if it was sexually. “So you want me to tie him up for you?” She pointed her spoon at Y/N, who nodded. “If that’s okay…” Y/N wanted to make sure that Yelena was comfortable doing that given the reason. She shrugged, “Why not?” Y/N was shocked, “Really?” Yelena nodded and stood up with her bowl. “Just keep the noise down, you guys are very loud.” Y/N’s face went red and she nodded. 

“What the fuck, Yelena?” John asked as she tied the super soldier up. “You tricked me!” He exclaimed as she tightened the rope some. “Your girlfriend asked me to do this. Who am I to say No?” He looked confused, Y/N asked her to do this? Why would she- but he remembered the conversation from a week ago where she admitted that she found it hot when he was tied up. He glared up at Yelena, “you have to let me go.” He said and she shook her head. “Will not be but please be quiet.” She said and left the room, John yelling her name.

“He’s all yours.” Yelena told Y/N as she walked by. Y/N entered the room to see John tied up and she really wanted to laugh. He looked so angry, so annoyed and so hot. He glared at her, “You really asked Yelena to tie me up for sex?” He was pissed. Y/N shrugged, “It was either her or Bucky. Which one would you rather me ask?” He groaned and threw his head back, “Y/N, are sex life is great, why try to change that?” She walked closer to him, “It has nothing to do with our sex life, it’s how hot you look.” In any other case, this would boost John’s ego but right now he was too pissed.

”I get to do whatever I want to you and you can’t do a thing about it.” She teased and ran her hand down his torso, causing him to hold his breath. “Is that really so bad? Me sucking your dick, pleasing you over and over again until you break. I want to see you cry, John.” She spoke as she got closer to his crotch. He was hard and that made her smirk as she cupped him, “So you are enjoying this?” She asked as she sank to her knees. He watched as she pulled down his pants and freed his dick.

Her mouth watered at the sight but she wanted to play with him, “I want you to beg me,John.” She made eye contact with him and wrapped her hand around him. He nearly bucked his hips into her hand. “N-No.” He stuttered out as she slowly jerked him off. Her hand was soft and felt amazing stroking him but he wasn’t going to beg. “John, you could have already had an orgasm if you would’ve just begged me.” She sighed, not feeling bad for him at all. Though her voice pitied him. “You just want me to be submissive.” He groaned as she sped up a little bit.

He wanted so bad to move his hips but anything he would do she would slow down her movements. “All you have to do is say please and my mouth will be on your cock.” She tells him as her hand slowly strokes him. He shook his head, he wasn’t going to give in. She made eye contact with him and leaned in, licking the tip of his dick. He sucked in a breath, not expecting her to do that. “Come on, Johnny.” She winked at him and gave his tip another lick. “Give in to me. Let me please you, baby.” She whispered and teased him.

He closed his eyes and sighed, was he really about to do this? “Please.” It wasn’t believable, it sounded like he was bored while saying it. She shook her head, “Not good enough.” She said and backed away from him. “What? What do you mean?” He asked, desperate for her touch. “You need to actually beg, John.” She told him and went to leave the room. “Wait please. Please touch me, baby.” She smirked as she turned around, there it was. He looked so needy, it was so hot.

She walked back up to him and got back on her knees. His eyes no longer held the dominance in them that he tried so hard to keep. “There you go.” She cooed and jerked him off a few times before giving him what he wanted. John usually wasn’t the loud one out of the two, sure he would let out grunts and groans but it was rare that he would moan or anything like that. Right now, he was a moaning mess. Her mouth worked on his cock, while her hand played with his balls, “Fuck.” He groaned and she hummed against him. His eyes nearly rolled and he was so close.

He would have felt embarrassed about how fast he was going to cum if it wasn’t for the fact that she was giving him the best head of his life. The only downside to this was that he couldn’t grab her hair or hold her there. She felt him twitch in her mouth so she pulled away, “What?” John asked, defeated that she wasn’t letting him cum. She stood up and removed her shorts, “I need you inside of me.” She told him and rid herself of her clothes. John’s eyes widened at her naked body, which he’s seen a million times by now. “Now am I gonna have to say it or do you already know?” She asked him. He already knew and at this point he’s lost all the self respect he’s had for himself. “Please Baby, I need to feel your pussy around me as I cum.” He was pathetic but that’s how she liked him.

She walked up to him and ran her hand through his hair, his head falling against it like a cat. “Such a pretty boy.” She hummed as he got needier and needier for her touch. “Please.” He whispered and she smirked. She straddled him and ran her hands down his chest, “I guess I can give you what you want.” She acted as if this wasn’t killing her as well. His jaw dropped as he felt her sinking on to him, her warmth closed around him as he tried not to moan. She saw this and shook her head, “I’ll get up if you try to hide those beautiful noises.” She warned and he nodded, not wanting to disobey her.

She bit her lip as she took his fat cock in her, for the first time on her own terms and it felt great. She let out a breath as she was fully sat on him, “Feels so good.” She whispers and he tries to thrust up but she stops him, grabbing his throat. His eyes widened but he felt more turned on than before, “I control the pace, understand Johnny?” He nodded, not having any words. “Good.” She smiled and slowly moved her hips. It was killing him, her pace and how she was tormenting him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stared him in the eyes as she bounced on his cock.

His face was red and sweaty as he was ready to cry for his release but he still wasn’t going to give her everything she wanted. Each bounce was a soft moan from them, “Fuck.” She moaned and she picked up the pace. He wished so badly that could grab her hips and slam her down onto his cock, even just to touch her would be nice. “Faster.” He begged without meaning to and she smirked. She was now fully riding him as fast as she could and yet somehow it wasn’t enough for him. It was hot to see her ride him but his super soldier strength could be used to make them cum so much faster. “You should let me-” but his voice trailed off, lost in the pleasure.

She waited for him to finish but he didn’t, causing her to stop. “No. Don’t stop. Please.” He nearly cried and that surprised her. “What were you gonna say?” She asked, ignoring him. “Let me fuck you, please! My super strength can help us.” He tried but she just rolled her eyes at him. “John, the whole point of this was so you don’t have any control or advantage.” She points out. He understood that but didn’t care, “You have had control, this entire time!” He whined and that made her fake pout. “Aww and you don’t like that very much, do you?” She teased as her hands ran through his hair.

His face dropped and his eyes went dark, “I can break through these ropes, I wouldn’t test me.” He warned her. She smirked, “Yeah right.” She tested but moved her hips. His hands aching to touch her. A part of her wanted him to try and break out, fully aware that he wasn’t bluffing but maybe she liked him in control more. She would never admit that to him like he wouldn’t admit that he was enjoying this. But good things must come to an end, he managed to break out of the ropes while she was riding him, causing her to gasp.

He stood up with her and slammed her against the nearest wall, “You’ve had your fun.” He growled and started thrusting hard. She couldn’t even argue with him as he was hitting her g spot. Her whines and cries of his name echoed off the walls as he grunted and groaned in her neck. He was right about his super soldier speed being able to help, it was a lot better. “Thinkin’ you can control me like your bitch? I’ll have news for you baby, I let you have your fun but that was it.” He groaned in her ear. “I fuck you so good and that’s why you’ll never even think about being dominant towards me again.” Everything he was saying was making her eyes roll. He was right, this was better than anything she was doing prior. “John.” She cried as she felt herself near the edge. “Yeah, scream my name baby. Let everyone know who’s the submissive one.” He chuckled and she did just that. 

Yelena stared at her friend across the table with her arms crossed, “You promised you’d be quiet.” She said and Y/N gave her a guilty look. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to go that way and he got out of the ropes.” Y/N tried to reason with her but she held up her hands, “Any excuse to get fucked in the gym right?” Y/N turned red. She did always appreciate when John would fuck her after training there.

[erwinsvow]

Is this a safe space for the depraved?

I can’t stop thinking about jack with Robby’s daughter. Robby had her quite young and she met jack when she was already in college she ends up studying to be a social worker. Maybe she gets placed with the night shift cuz she insists on not being a “ nepo baby “

Robby tells Jack to take good care of you. And at first it’s all innocent buying you breakfast after your shift ends or bringing you coffee and then it evolves to you cooking breakfast for him as a thank you. Before you know it your making out on his couch and he feels like a dirty old man, but you’re just so sweet and he finally gets to feel love again and AHHHHHHH

this is the safest space for the depraved! i also remember maybe reblogging something like this, or maybe reader was jack's daughters best friend instead, but that was a really good one too. i honestly think this is one of the best tropes ever <3 and lovely to have more than just doctor readers because this is so great!!! imagine reader dealing with a really hard case and tough parents or family that are always yelling at her, and then somehow her and jack just find a routine together where he comforts her and she talks to him and they both kind of find a peace after a bad shift together... at first it's just talking but then he takes you to breakfast and then you two start lying to robby about it which is when you know you're really in trouble. telling him you're going home only to end up in jack's favorite diner eating breakfast and then eventually going home with him!!!! and jack tries so so so hard to justify it because he knows you have trouble sleeping during the day and alone so he thinks he's just doing what he can to make sure you're getting sleep and then he's making you breakfast and you're bringing over ingriedents for french toast and one day he wakes up and you two are cuddling and it's just like. oh god. and especially!! imagine robby at jack's place and he sees just random girly things—a fruity lotion and chapstick on the coffee table and hair ties scattered in the bathroom and he thinks jack's being sneaky with some woman. oh robby you are in for a MI when you find out. making out on his couch<333 gahhh you can only imagine how long it takes before he finally gives in, finally can't take any more of your hopeful smiles and sweetness and taking so much care of him his chest hurts because you are robby's daughter!! his best friend's daughter!! but you're so pretty and all you want to do is make him feel better and well. he definitely fucks you on that couch and you two just lay there but can't bring yourselves to talk about 'what are we' and 'how do we tell my dad' so you just. lay there together until you fall asleep and he carries you to his bed. another time robby's over he sits on the couch and jack's just kinda. ah fuck don't do that robby. another time robby gets really suspicious because jack's whole apartment and his clothes smell really similar, like a scent he can't place... FUCK the denial he's in when he realizes it's the perfume you love that he buys you for your birthday each year. just thinks jack is dating some young girl because all young girls must use that perfume ha ha... jack would never ever in a million years do that.. though you two have been awfully close lately... makes sense after all he's the one who told jack to take care of you.... ha ha

well he finds out because he shows up to jack's place at like two or three in the afternoon and you both think he's gonna be at the hospital until his shift ends but idk something happens and he leaves early. maybe jake had an emergency and he gets another attending to come in and so he goes to his bestie's place because duh. comes in and you're in one of jack's shirts making lunch humming to yourself and jack is walking around shirtless and just. oh my god. the reaction when he doesn't say anything so you don't even know he's there until you hear a "robby, i-" and a punch probably 😭

[dearjoons]

🫟 SCENEKID!JUNGKOOK HEADCANNONS

warnings: himbo energy. likely a very innacurate depiction of scene kids. set somewhere between 2007-2012. he’s kind of a loser. in a hot good way.

lulu speaks: I LOVE HIM SO BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who walks into class late everyday, blasting asking alexandria loud enough that you can hear it clearly through his headphones.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who hangs out in the back of spencer’s with his friends and points out every inappropriate item like he’s so brave.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who doesn’t flirt. he just zones out and stares at you with his chin propped up in his hand like an actual idiot.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who uses corny typing quirks like mixing capital letters with lowercase letters in a sentence that ABSOLUTELY does not need to be as dramatic as he makes sound.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who buys EXCLUSIVELY fruit flavored vapes. no exceptions. except maybe a cotton candy one if he’s feeling expiremental.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who is probably the biggest gyopo you’ll ever encounter in your life.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who sits at the back of the cafeteria with his friends, eating some red 40-filled bullshit while trying (and failing) to gawk at you without garnering their attention.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who has a gif of zim and gir kissing in the corner of his myspace page.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who posts grainy, horrible quality pictures of himself baring his teeth and captioning it with soemthing corny like, “TEEF >:3”

✶ scenekid!jungkook who wears his green-striped zip up hoodie and tight black skinny jeans to the mall, sipping on a coke while giggling like a 10 year old about the “i ♥︎ boobies” bracelet in zumiez. he then buys it and does a shit job at hiding it from his mom.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who gets detention for blowing a suspicious, sweetly scented white cloud from his mouth behind his textbook, which was propped up to conveniently hide his whole face from his teacher. yes, it was his watermelon pen. he calls it “a free air freshener”. the school calls it a safety hazard.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who has a real lip ring, but says it’s fake around his mom (she still has no clue he got it done).

✶ scenekid!jungkook who poses for pictures by pouting and mimicking a fake tear by dragging his finger down his face.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who has NO type. scene girl? he’s down bad. emo girl? would die for her. goth girl? oh, he’s barking. popular girl? foaming at the mouth. he just loves women. period.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who gives the jocks and preppy guys death stares when he’s walking down the hallway. he’s silent with his hatred, but NOT subtle. not in the slightest.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who always keeps his ipod clipped on his hoodie pocket.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who sharpie tattoos himself all over. any skin that’s not clothed is getting covered in tiny, senseless doodles. his mom tells him he’ll get ink poisoning. he rolls his eyes when he scrubs it off.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who once got called “kinda hot in a weird way” by a popular girl. he got hard.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who would go on a multiple hour-long tangent about monster flavors if you’d let him. and BOY does he want to.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who accidentally walks into walls, doors, and windows because he’s too busy flipping through the songs on his playlist to find one that matches his exact mood.

lulu speaks pt2: SAW THIS BOY AT THE MALL LAST WEEK, GOT THE KIND OF LOOK TO MAKE ME FREAK . THAT LONG ASS HAIR WITH THE TIGHTEST JEANS, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ON HIS TEE. HE LOOKED SO SICK LIKE HE WAS DYING, IF I SAID HE WASN’T HOT THEN I’D BE LYING. PLEASE, HANDSOME, DONT BE COY, COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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[lisbetadair]

So, in the UK the 7-10 year old girls' scouting group is called Brownies, and their leader is usually called "Brown Owl" and other assistant troop leaders are also named after owls. And I've been thinking that there might be mileage in this, if, say, through a comedy of errors, a Brownie six (like the SAS, the large Brownie troop is split into patrol sized units led by the most senior child, called sixes) find themselves lost, and accidentally wander into the middle of a large, special operations exercise in the Brecon Beacons.

Needless to say, the girls are not immediately reassured by the apperance of two burly men in camoflague gear burdened with all the accoutrements of war, particulary when one has a skull for a face.

"Who are you?" squeaks the bravest Brownie, courageously threatening them with a stick.

"Well done for getting here!" reassures Soap, who is familiar with the concept of Girl Guiding "We're here to help you with your…. er…. Special Operations badge!"

"There isn't a Special Operations badge!" counters the Brownie, still brandishing her stick.

"If you knew about the Special Operations badge," says Soap, patiently "It wouldn't be special now, would it?"

She frowns at him, and the stick lowers a little as she considers this, but another dissenting voice pipes up.

"You're an owl?"

"Yes! I'm Soap Owl and this is Ghost Owl!" says Soap. He winces, sensing that Ghost is looking at him extremely sarcastically.

There is muttering amongst the Brownies, and then they turn, as one, to the tallest, gangliest Brownie bringing up the rear, who pulls out a birdwatchers guide and confirms that whilst there is a Ghost Owl, Soap Owls do not exist.

Ghost sighs "Bathed Owl was taken" he growls, and the girls fall silent. Then crounching down, he brings himself level with the assembled children, "Now, how many of you have handled a bayonet before?"

Many hours later, because calling off a major military exercise in stealth and guerilla warfare at short notice is quite hard, especially when everyone is off comms, lying low and set a bunch of traps with blank landmines, a helicopter finally lands nearby.

Several army medics, and three middle-aged women in Brownie Leader uniforms jump out to find two SAS operatives, six extremely smug little Brownies in matching skull-printed balaclavas, their uniforms covered with cam cream twigs and moss, and four trussed up paratroopers looking extremely forlorn at their circumstances.

A few months later, six hand sewn, dagger-themed badges arrive at the church hall where the 4th West Malvern Brownie Troop meets, and in Aldershot, the paratroop regiment swear never to speak of Exercise Joint Warrior 2024 ever again.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: Ransom apologizes.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Angst, Self-esteem issues, Talk of sex dreams. Please let me know if I missed any.

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Ransom knocks on your door. He's more tense than he's ever been in his life. He's got the Birthday Pusheen held in front of him so it's the first thing you see when you open the door. If it's you that opens the door. You warned him Spitfire and Newbie were there, helping you out.

Sure enough, Spitfire is the one to open the door, the Pusheen directly in her face. She raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything.

"She...she said to come over?" Ransom hesitates.

Spitfires move aside and gesture for him to enter the apartment. Her glare is incredibly effective and he can't meet her gaze. There's no doubt in his mind that, if he doesn't apologize well enough, she will be kicking him out.

As Ransom enters the living area where you and Newbie are sitting on the couch you immediately spot the Pusheen.

"Is that an apology gift?" you ask trying very hard to keep your tone neutral.

"Sort of," he replies sheepishly. "It's a thank you for giving me the opportunity to apologize. I'd originally gotten it for your birthday but...but I made some mistakes." He winces as he hears Spitfire's dismissive snort.

You take a breath to steady your nerves. "Do you know what you're apologizing for?"

"For hurting you by lying." Ransom feels the tears start to form in his eyes. The admission of the crime, admitting he hurt you of all people, hits him hard and he fidgets with the Pusheen. "I," he takes a breath, "betrayed your trust. And I am, so very, genuinely sorry."

"Why?" Tears start forming. You can tell he's hurting, too but you need more if you're to consider forgiving him. "Why did you do it?"

"I thought I was protecting you,' he confesses.

You can see Spitfire fighting the urge to give him a piece of her mind. You're happy to have her support but you asked her to only intervene if he got out of hand. At the same time, Newbie is letting you squeeze her hand to help keep yourself under control.

"Protecting me from what?" you finally ask.

"From me." Ransom lowers his head. "I...I had some...dreams of...of us...together..."

"Sex dreams?" Newbie blurts out. You're happy Ransom can't see how your eyes widen when he nods in the affirmative.

"I...those times I said I was at D&D I was...I was looking for a hookup," he admits. "I thought, if I could just get it out of my system, I wouldn't...corrupt you or hurt you even more."

Even as you see Spitfire soften towards him, you feel yourself getting angry. "So you're saying I'm 'too pure'? Too 'naive and innocent' to be with you?" Ransom looks back at you, eyes filled with fear. "Do you know how many people treat me like I'm a child just because I like soft, pink things? And now you're doing the same thing!"

"No!" he asserts. "I know better than to think that. We've hung out enough that I know you're not childish and definitely not naive. But I know me. Especially the old me that I'm so scared I still am. I don't...I don't want to just use you. You're too important to me to lose! Especially through my bad habits!"

"How many?" you choke out. "How many women were you sleeping with when you told me you were playing D&D?"

"None," he admits quietly. Spitfire and Newbie both guffaw. "I'd meet them and it would go nowhere," Ransom adds. "I tried, so very hard, to let myself...to be my old self. Just looking for sex. But it never happened."

"You expect me to believe that?"

Ransom hesitates. "I can actually get someone to confirm that but..."

"Who?" you demand.

"Nick," he whispers. "He showed up at the last failed date."

That gets your attention.

"So he's still following you? Why hasn't he given your family the information?"

Ransom lowers his gaze again, "he doesn't care for my family so he offered me an out. But I'm not taking him up on it."

"So someone neither of us wants to talk to can verify your story about not sleeping with anyone despite your attempts, all while you were lying to me," you deadpan.

He winces. "Yeah, that about sums it up."

"Do you have his information?"

He hesitates, "yes. But he'll think I'm...that I've agreed to his terms."

"What were those terms?" Spitfire cuts in.

"That I set him up on a date with Bubbles," Ransom mumbles. He looks back to you, "but I'm not going to do that. You're more important to me than my family learning where I am."

The room quiets. All of you know about Ransom going no contact. You know a lot of the reasons for it. Looking him in the eyes, you believe him when he says he'd rather talk to them than sell you.

"Call him," you demand. "Set up a meeting." Turning to Newbie you ask, "think you can talk Steve into getting involved?"

She smirks, "someone trying to bully their way into a date with you? Yeah, he'll be game to help out."

"Hopefully he won't be needed," you counter. "But I definitely want him nearby in case things go south."

"What are you thinking?" Spitfire wonders.

"I'm gonna tell him off for being a creep," you fume. "And for hurting Ransom." Ransom perks up at that. You look at him, "I accept your apology but you've still got a ways to go for forgiveness."

Ransom drops to his knees and starts crying. You rush over to hug him and he hugs you back while whimpering, "thank you, thank you so much."

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[kulemiwrites]

Various | Unhealthy Relationship Traits

Characters: Masato Aizawa, Akira Nishikiyama(x2), Reina, Osamu Kashiwagi, Kaoru Sayama, Kazuma Kiryu, Goro Majima, Taiga Saejima, Shun Akiyama + Masaharu Kaito & Takayuki Yagami | GN! Reader

Prompt: Toxic/Unhealthy relationship traits

Note: Feel free to disagree. I don't claim to know it all and I'm not trying to tear down anyone's fave. I know with xreader type stuff, I sorta tend to overly romanticize our faves but I also get a lot of enjoyment out of thinking about ways they could fail. Rounding them out. I try to acknowledge that they're individuals who are less than perfect and deeply flawed despite trying their best.

Well, they’re far from perfect…

MASATO AIZAWA

Codependency. When he gets attached to someone, he sort of wraps himself up in them. They become almost one and the same. If he’s in need of reason, they’re the only person he listens to. His biggest fear, whether he admits it or not, is losing that person. He often acts off impulse and so, he desperately needs an anchor. Without it, he would spiral out of control for a while until he can find himself again.

AKIRA NISHIKIYAMA (Y0)

Jealousy. He’s about ready to come to blows if he suspects certain people are checking his s/o out. He gets pissy if he thinks that his partner is “too friendly” with someone else and will accuse them of flirting. If they’re out together, he may let them leave his side but they won’t be out of his sight for long. He wants his partner to succeed but not so much that he deems they’re doing better than him– or rather, they’d be better off without him. He doesn’t even like the idea of his partner making more than him.

AKIRA NISHIKIYAMA (K)

Trust Issues. Even if he knew that his s/o was someone who is incapable of lying, he’d still be hard pressed to take everything they do or say in stride without scrutinizing it. He thinks they’re only telling half truths. He doesn’t believe that they want to be with him and are only there until they’ve taken what they can get. He snoops. He questions. He has them followed under the guise of protecting them, meanwhile, his men are reporting each detail back to him– no matter how mundane.

REINA

Conflict Avoidant. She used to be more upfront about her feelings but now, she hesitates to even acknowledge to herself that she’s upset or hurt. She hesitates to issue blame and tries to rectify issues on her own. She’s more likely to accept fault, even when it’s glaringly obvious that she’s not the issue. It’s easier for her to beat herself up for doing something wrong to make her partner behave or react poorly than it is for her to tell them that they’re wrong. She allows her grievances to build up until she’s unable to take it anymore and instead of finally addressing it, she will simply check out.

OSAMU KASHIWAGI

Poor communication. In one world, he’s used to settling his problems with his fists but in the one he shares with his s/o, that’s out of the question. On the one hand, he’s fairly pragmatic but when it comes to his love life, he doesn’t know how to use his words. Or rather, he does know how but he just assumes that if he throws enough hints, he won’t have to. He can be passive aggressive sometimes. He’s even got a bad habit of stonewalling his partner instead of just discussing whatever issues may be afoot. 

KAORU SAYAMA

Stubbornness. She has difficulty admitting when she needs help. She has difficulty admitting when she’s wrong. She struggles to apologize. She’s so headstrong that it can be her greatest detriment. She has the self awareness to understand whatever situation she’s in, but she’s hesitant to admit the fact that she’s flawed. It takes a lot of build up for her to open her mouth, be it to ask for help or to say she’s sorry.

KAZUMA KIRYU

Avoidant. The amount of conflicts he thinks can be resolved simply by walking away should be studied. He will humor his s/o with maybe 10-15 minutes of a serious argument before he packs his things and leaves to ‘clear his head’. Sometimes he’s gone for merely hours, others he’s gone for days, to the point that they’ll begin to wonder if he’s even going to come back. He’s not proud of it but he thinks that that’s the best way to keep from hurting/upsetting his partner more than he already has. He’ll promise not to walk away then break that promise not much long after.

GORO MAJIMA

Disrespectful. He can be mean. His s/o could truly be the center of his world. If he was put in a position where he had to lose his only eye in order to keep them safe, he likely wouldn’t hesitate but that doesn’t change how horrible he can be when he’s upset. Thankfully, it takes a lot to get him to that point but he’s got a nasty mean streak when it suits him. His insults can be laced with venom. He says things that will stick, even long after he’s apologized for it and the craziest thing? So often, he doesn’t even mean what he’s said. It was simply the heat of the moment.

TAIGA SAEJIMA

Disinterest in Change. He doesn’t realize how stubborn he is until he’s sitting next to his partner who is pleading with him to make changes. As much as he hates to admit it, he’s got a bit of a complacency streak. He just gets so comfortable that the idea of doing things any differently sort of bothers him. He’s a firm believer of if something ain’t broke, dont fix it. 

SHUN AKIYAMA

Wandering Eye. If someone catches his eye, he wouldn’t fight his natural instinct to check them out. As far as he’s concerned, so long as he doesn’t do anything about his attraction to other people, it doesn’t really count. He could be hand in hand with his s/o and damn near break his neck watching an attractive passerby. If his partner communicates that this makes them uncomfortable, he’ll have a difficult time empathizing because he thinks that looking is natural and being upset by it speaks to insecurity rather than it actually being wrong.

MASAHARU KAITO

Overprotective. He trusts his s/o but it’s other people he feels he has to watch out for. Even if his partner has asked him to relax and attempted to assure him that they can handle themselves, he’s still going to keep an eye out. His protectiveness can be both endearing and overbearing. It’s not uncommon for a situation to escalate simply because he felt it necessary to intervene when it wasn’t. Impulse takes over and all he’s got at the forefront of his mind is that his s/o is in trouble and he’s not going to wait around for someone else to be the hero.

TAKAYUKI YAGAMI

Boundary Overstepping. He can’t handle not knowing things. Being in the dark irks him both personally and professionally. If he ever feels like his s/o is hiding something from him, he will get to the bottom of it. He pokes and prods and pries. Many times he doesn’t even realize that he’s overstepping until his partner is (rightfully) lashing out at him for not minding his business. In his mind, he’s an open book with nothing to hide and he can’t fathom why his partner wouldn’t be the same.

[khunwriting]

[Pretty Little Baby]

Synopsis: Grim thinks back on how he got to NRC with you next to him.

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (?), Songfic: Pretty Little Baby by Connie Francis

Notes: Spoilers for book 1 through 6. Doesn't go into specifics, but it does say who overblots. GN! Yuu! Reader

Pairing: Platonic! Grim x Reader

Grim doesn’t remember where he came from or much about anything from his past. It wasn’t something he liked to dwell on, cause, frankly, it was rather uncomfortable and it made his stomach churn at the little he did remember. 

After all, who would like remembering being all alone, starving, and freezing?

Instead, Grim wants to find something to fill in that gaping void in his memory. And what better way to prove his worth than by being a great mage, and the best way to do that is going to Night Raven College, one of the most prestigious schools for mages! 

So he waits, patiently waiting for the day the black carriage picks him up. Though as days turned into weeks, he can’t help but feel antsy. Perhaps the carriage got lost on the way to him! No matter, Grim the Great can wait. 

Then the weeks turn into months and that bad feeling creeps into his body once more, and he doesn’t feel too good anymore. 

Pretty little baby Pretty little baby

But no matter! He wasn’t going to let that get him down, so he’ll just have to find a way to get to Night Raven College. 

It took a while to figure out how to get to the school. For starters, it was really far away and there was no mirror he could jump through. So he had to physically walk there. It was hard getting anywhere with his small legs, and he found himself getting tired a lot.

Sometimes he tried to ask for directions or for some food, but most people either ignored him or were scared of him. There were more times than not that he had to dig through the garbage or snag some treats when a vendor wasn’t looking to get some food in his belly.

Those days where people caught him in the act and chased after him were the most exhausting. 

It wasn’t too bad though. He could find an occasional car to hitch a ride on, and some days, he’d find some really good food lying about. The canned tuna he grabbed from that little shop in that small town was one of the best finds he had during his journey.

And though it took a very long time, he did find a ferry that took him to Isle of Sages. Slipping off of the ship, he could see the school in the far distance. Grim would never tell a soul about how vision grew watery at the sight. 

Pretty little baby, you say that maybe You'll be thinkin' of me, and try to love me Pretty little baby, I'm hoping that you do Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

It was rather easy to sneak onto campus, not that he had to sneak in! He was going to be a student after all. Now all he needed was a robe to blend in, and the rest should easily fall into lap. So off he went to find where all the new students were at. 

It was a massive school, and Grim did find himself turned around a few times. Eventually, he found himself in a room full of floating coffins and he knew he had hit the jackpot. Now, all he had to do was pry open one of those bad boys and he’ll be set!

Though he never anticipated meeting you. 

Right out of the gate, you were jumpy and wide-eyed. Almost as if you had no idea what was going on, but Grim didn’t have time for theatrics. Time was ticking and he needed to get the robes that adorned your body. 

Yet you didn’t give in so easily. Instead, you ran and ran until the headmaster, Crowley, caught the both of you and treated him like some random house cat that had gone astray. It was ridiculous and insulting to be treated as such, but the older man was quick to silence him before he had a chance to really lay into him.

Then the whole fiasco at the orientation ceremony happened. All he did was try to show that he deserved to be at that school, but it only ended up getting kicked out of the school and shooed away like some troublesome animal. His stomach started to hurt at this point, and the bad feeling felt worse the moment it started to rain.

So he ran back onto campus cause he wasn’t gonna give up so easily, you know! He’ll find shelter for the night and he’ll continue showing them that he deserves a spot in their classrooms. Just you wait!

You can ask the flowers, I sit for hours Tellin' all the bluebirds, the bill and coo birds Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you Ooh-ooh-ooh

Though that’s when Grim saw you again in that dingy building outside of the castle. You looked just as surprised as he felt, but he wasn’t going to admit it. You were just a magicless human anyways.

Yet you kept surprising him. You were actually helping him out. When the ghosts came, you told him where to send his spells. When Crowley showed up, you did the same thing again. You convinced the headmaster to let him stay. Granted as a janitor, but that was a work in progress! 

When that jerk of a redhead called the Great Grim a weasel, you were quick to scold him for his rude words—Weirdly, that had left a different feeling in his tummy.

But since meeting that kid, Ace, things spiraled. The Great Sevens statues were scorched, they got assigned to clean windows, Ace tried ditching and with the help of another freshman, Deuce, the chandelier in the cafeteria shattered, and they were on the verge of being expelled. 

By some miracle, Crowley promised them a chance if they found a magestone from the dwarfs’ mine. It seemed like an easy job, but the four of them were quick to find that it wasn’t.

There was a terrifying monster lingering behind, guarding the key thing that kept him at Night Raven College. The monster was big and scary, and it had Grim shivering as it loomed over his small body.

But again, you surprised him. You swept him up, ran out there, and somehow managed to get the two idiots to work together to defeat the monster. Maybe you really were a beast-tamer or whatever Crowley called you. 

Because of what you did, you somehow got all four of them to not get expelled. And most importantly, you managed to make yourself and him actual students enrolled at the school.

Perhaps, it wasn’t so bad to keep you around as a hench-human. 

Now is just the time, while both of us are young Puppy love must have its day Don't you know it's much more fun to love While the heart is young and gay?

You weren’t from this world. That’s what you told the three of them the next day, and it would explain the panic you had the first time Grim met you. He’s quick to push that thought to the back of his mind as his stomach churned at the memory.

You didn’t get a chance to adjust once you became a student. The both of you were thrown into classes right off the bat, and it was awful. As first-years, they don’t give you a lot of chances to use actual magic, not that you could, but it was still incredibly boring.

Despite that, you took everything in stride, even when he tried to run from classes, and soaked up all the new information like a sponge. You were checking out books in the library to learn more about Twisted Wonderland and read it in the little time you found.

Unfortunately, Ace wrapped the two of you in his problems again. Stealing a slice of a tart had landed him with a collar from the Heartslabyul housewarden, Riddle. So many things happened in such a short amount of time, but it ultimately ended up with Riddle overblotting.

That day was terrifying. Blot oozed everywhere like sickly black ink and clung onto the ground where the housewarden stood. His attacks were strong and harsh, nearly hitting Grim a few times. He was lucky you were there to warn him and guide him and everyone else. 

Because of you, they beat Riddle and he went back to normal. And as much as Grim wished it was the last of it, trouble seemed to follow the two of you like a shadow. 

Cause there was another overblot with Leona, the housewarden of Savanaclaw. 

Then, the next overblot was Azul, the housewarden of Octavinelle. 

One more overblot with Jamil, vice-housewarden of Scarabia.

Again. It was Vil, housewarden from Pomefiore.

Yet there you stood, helping everyone by telling them where to send their spells and calling out incoming attacks with each overblot. You never got angry and you didn’t shun anyone out after that. You treated every person you met with kindness, even those who overblotted or those that put you in harm's way. You never blamed them.

You never blamed him. 

You didn’t yell at Grim for signing a contract with Azul to get a good exam score. You didn’t shout when you had to give up Ramshackle to try to set him free. You didn’t scold him when he was exhausted from walking to the oasis and you had to silently scooped him into your arms, even when he was sure you were tired as well. You didn’t chase him away for scratching you after the events of the VDC.

Even after Idia from Ignihyde overblotted and you both went back to the privacy of the broken-down Ramshackle dorm, you didn’t do any of those things.

Instead, you bent down and wrapped your arms around his small body and sobbed. You kept saying things like, “I’m so happy to see you again!” and “I was so worried about you!”

Grim couldn’t help but wept right there with you. And he vowed to try not to make you worry anymore.

Meet me at the car hop or at the pop shop Meet me in the moonlight or in the daylight Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you

Among those hectic days, you sometimes talked about your home. Sometimes you talked about it at great lengths, telling memories of your previous life or about something that isn’t familiar in Twisted Wonderland. Other times, you sneak in a reference or a word that isn’t in the common language—That especially gets Ace, Deuce, and Epel trying to get you to teach them slang or jokes, most of which goes over Grim’s head.  

Though sometimes, you don’t bring up memories. You don’t bring up funny jokes in your world or neat little facts that could only exist in your world. No, you don’t even speak at these times.

Instead, your world comes out in little songs. The songs you sing vary in style. One moment you could be singing a pop song about partying, then the next a ballad about a loved one. There are few you come back to often as they were your favorites.

He doesn’t know if you notice it, but your voice easily carries out in the broken-down dorm. For example, he could be downstairs, playing with the ghosts and he could hear you singing upstairs as you clean up some of the abandoned rooms in case any guests decide to stay over. 

Funnily enough, there are other students that do take up some rooms. Mostly it is the first years, though other students from the other years come and go. Grim has seen Leona sneak in occasionally and Silver when he can’t quite make his way back to Diasomnia. The nights that the look-alike brothers decide to crash in the dorm for whatever reason makes his fur stand on edge the most though.

But he likes it most when it’s just you, him, and the ghosts. You don’t sing when there’s other people around.

Now is just the time, while both of us are young Puppy love must have its day Don't you know it's much more fun to love While the heart is young and gay?

Luckily, today was one of those days where there was no Ace, no Deuce, no housewarden, no vice-warden or any in between. It was just you, Grim, and the ghosts—And you were singing one of your favorite songs. 

Grim had just finished an assignment from Professor Trein and the smells from the kitchen were wafting up the stairs with your singing accompanying it. His stomach was already grumbling and he caught the scent of tuna in the air. Nearly drooling, Grim bounds out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

Your singing grows louder, your voice bouncing with a cheery lilt. Grim can’t keep the smile off his chubby face as he peeks into the kitchen. The rice cooker has 10 minutes left on the rice, there’s shredded cabbage washed and draining in the sink, there’s a pot of hot soup simmering on the stove, and you have a jar of pickled veggies that are ready to be plated once the food is done. 

In the midst of it all was you, dressed in an apron that Trey gifted to you. You’re standing in front of the stove with a spatula in hand and looking down at a pan of sizzling oil with half-cooked tuna patties you promised to make for Grim. Your mouth moves to form the lyrics and you’re doing a little dance in your spot, never keeping your eyes off the pan. 

Not wanting to hide away anymore, Grim steps into the room and your eyes easily tear away from the stove to meet his gaze. There’s a bright smile adorning your face as you turn to face him while setting down the spatula. He jumps into your open arms and you hug him close to your chest, still singing sweetly.

There, you nuzzle into his furry cheeks, cooing, “Pretty little baby!”

Grim thinks this one is his favorite song too.

Meet me at the car hop or at the pop shop Meet me in the moonlight or in the daylight Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you Ooh-ooh-ooh

The food was delicious, and, though he ate a lot, you always made sure to make extras in case he wanted more tomorrow. Sometimes, you bring it with you so he could snack on it between classes. Ace says you spoil Grim too much, but you always disagree.

Still, now that it was late and his tummy was full, he was getting really sleepy. But he couldn’t sleep just yet because you always made him brush his teeth thoroughly while you were getting ready for bed. Even though he groans about how tired he was, he waited for you every night. 

Why? He realized he didn’t like sleeping without you since he was by himself at S.T.Y.X.

When you stepped out of the bathroom in pajamas and freshly brushed teeth, Grim was quick to usher you into bed. You only giggled in response, making sure to turn off the light before following him into your shared bed. You slipped underneath the cover, and, like every night, you pulled Grim in and curled him against your body.

“Goodnight, Grim,” You said softly, pressing a kiss against his forehead. With a small purr slipping out without him meaning to, Grim could feel the sleepiness seep into his mind. With your humming a soft lullaby in his ear, he can’t help but snuggle closer to you.

Compared to his quiet and sad life that he lived before…This life in Ramshackle was different. 

Better, he would say. 

Pretty little baby I said pretty little baby Oh, now, pretty little baby

Here, with your arms wrapped around his smaller body, Grim can feel the coldness slip away and turn into warmth.

Here, with your cooking filling his tummy with amazing and piping hot meals, Grim can feel his hunger fade away. 

Here, with you at his side, Grim can feel his loneliness disappear.

He can’t wait for tomorrow to come. 

[abigailovesz]

LARISSA GENRETTE & JJ GENRETTE HEADCANNONS/THOUGHTS

cw: angst n fluff, kook!jj, might make this into something bigger?? GUYS ive been waiting to post this for weeks. reason im doing this - i was immediately interested in the lore behind larissa and jjs family, but then i literally crashed out when they barely gave ANY info about this beautiful woman(larissa) soo..

jj's the kind of boy who literally worships his mom.

jj would idolize larissa. she’s elegant, clever, probably had a tough edge but a warm heart-everything jj naturally gravitates toward for comfort and guidance y'know??

emotional regulation? way better

jj probably learns to regulate his emotions better. not perfectly-he’s still got that wild streak-but she would’ve taught him how to name his feelings instead of toying with them. his anger wouldn’t come from a place of neglect but from fierce loyalty and passion.

jj still surfs and gets in trouble like no matter what, but he comes home to her

jj would still be a kook, but he doesn't look down on pogues if anything, he's friends with them. he still mischievous, still beach loving, still fucking crazy but the difference is: he has a soft place to land. he comes home bruised from a fight, and instead of hiding it or brushing it off, he lets his mom clean him up. and she lectures him with love in her voice.

larissa is the only person who can get through to him

when he spirals, when he’s yelling or being too wild, she’s the one who can calm him down with just a look. not even john b has that kind of power. her voice is like a balm to him-just one “jj, baby-breathe.” and he listens.

he calls her “mama”, duh.

not “mom.” not “ma.” “mama.” And he says it a little quieter when he’s hurt. “mama… can you come here?” when he’s pretending he’s fine but really just needs her.

she knows when he’s lying

and he hates it because she’s the only one who can still call him on it. “jj, your eyes twitch when you lie. you always forget.” and he groans and throws himself on the couch like -“you know me just too well, mama.”

he learns how to treat women through her

jj becomes that guy who treats any women like queens-not because someone taught him through shame, but because he grew up watching how his mom should be treated. and he refuses to be less than that standard.

he’s for sure the one who braids her hair like everyday

when larissa wakes up in the morning, jj sits behind her on the couch and does her hair. he learned how from watching some youtube video or from her teaching him when he was little. his fingers are usually clumsy but careful.

he tells her everything (eventually)

he’s stubborn, and he hides things when he’s upset. but she always knows. he might storm into his room and slam the door-but two hours later, he’s leaning against the doorframe going, “mama, can we talk?” shy n all ya know?

OTHER.. (kinda made up my mind, i'm making a fic bout this cause what? after dust n fire though !)

hes paired with...lavender!reader

kinda just hints of the fic :)

when it starts...

you were hired by larissa to help out with the garden on weekends-nothing big, just planting, pruning, keeping things beautiful. you showed up with dirt under your nails, soft eyes, and a quiet “hi, I’m y/n” jj walks out of the house to grab a drink, sees you crouched over a row of lavender, and forgets what day it is.

your kind to larissa- that’s his first weak spot.

you speak gently to larissa, you ask her how her day is going, brings her an extra pair of gloves when it’s hot. jj watches you through the kitchen window and feels something he doesn’t have words for - like you already belong here, like his mom’s voice sounds a bit more relaxed around you.

larissa notices before either of you do

she sees the way jj’s face changes when your around. larissa doesn’t say anything- she just lets it bloom. she tells jj one night, “she’s not like the rest of em, baby. you’ll have to be gentle.” jj just swallows hard. “I know.”

a/n: write your thoughts cause i wanna see what you think !

[batchilla]

Chapter Three: Dread and Despair

Before we start a quick note: while the story loosely follows the events of the leaping into the light series, I am playing with the timeline because otherwise it would be a series longer than what I am really able to commit to at this stage in my life. So things are happening in a faster timeline and occasionally in a different order. You’ll work it out. I trust you.  Also if anyone wants to complain about how long this update took you I will politely remind you I was HIT BY A CAR TWICE between updates. 

You're starting to get worried, because Dick’s not at work. He’s never late, to the point of annoyance. You find yourself checking one of the more reliable Nightwing watching twitter accounts, but find nothing. He hadn’t even been active last night. 

Over the last week, you’d been slowly yet steadily collecting evidence. You’d done your best to be impartial towards James. But you had found cause for suspicion. He had arrived the day the file was moved. He knew people in high places, as evidenced by his promotion. But he wasn’t your only suspect. Honestly, finding a corrupt cop wasn’t hard in Bludhaven. It was finding the right one, who was the correct needle in a massive stack of needles instead of hay. You look around the break room, where Dick’s lunchbox of horrifically sweet snacks isn’t in the fridge, out at the dividing glass into the bullpen as you make yourself a sandwich. 

Your captain would have unquestioned access. He had little care for Buldhaven’s homeless population, but catching a suspected serial killer would be a feather in his cap and a ticket to an early retirement. A beat cop could have snuck in and done it. Less power, but they could have been bought or blackmailed. So could anyone, really. You’d been sifting through the entire department. Last time you saw him as Nightwing you had gone a little too far. Taken up too much of the time you had with your little false accusation prank. Not to mention, he had not taken it particularly well. Over the last week, he’d gone out of his way to be helpful to you. When you’d asked him for a favour, he’d been strangely intense. Grabbed your shoulders and told you he’d never let you down. So clearly, righting your perception of him was something he was desperate to do. You occasionally felt bad about it all. Then you remembered he’d called himself Richard bloody Grerson to your face and expected it to work, and were annoyed enough to let go of the guilt. 

Grerson. Did he think you were an idiot? 

How the hell has he maintained a secret identity up to this point? Fucking Grerson. You finished making your sandwich and sat back down at your desk, trying to act as if nothing was wrong and you weren’t so worried you felt like you might cry. You almost envied the time when you hadn’t known. You’d assume he’d been out late, or he was sick. 

Now you knew, and you were worried that he’d been murdered, or he’d missed a grapple and was lying in some alleyway all alone and in pain. You're so busy worrying about Dick that you don’t even notice when someone occupies his seat. “Hey.” You look up. Sitting across from you is Officer Rodwell. 

She’s a wiry woman. Curly hair in a messy bun, kind eyes, deep brown skin and an overall soothing presence. She looks exhausted. You know the feeling. She looks scared, and you know why. You are too. “He's back.” she says, fiddling with one of Dick’s many desk toys, a newton's cradle, full of nervous energy. “He’s back.” you agree, resting your chin on your hand, holding your fingers over your mouth. “Honestly soon as he came back I felt like I was an idiot for not seeing it coming.” you admit. “Same.” Janet says, shaking her head. “If he tries anything… I’ll watch your back if you watch mine.” she says, and you nod. “Of course, Janet.” your agreement is immediate. But your concerns run deeper. You would help, you meant that. You just didn’t know if it would matter. “Might happen sooner rather than later, Captain Leo has asked to see me in his office at 12.” You furrow your brow and pull open your calendar. “Well, look at you Ms Priority, he doesn’t want me till 12:30.” The invitation glows menacingly, lingering in your mind's eye even as you close the tab.  “What do you expect it’ll be about? How he’s sorry Mc Elroy came back and he won’t let him get up to his old shit?” Janet snorts. “That’d be lovely. Also, he’ll tell me I can take the detectives exam early.” You hum. “Well… guess there’s not long to wait.” It’s not, objectively. Subjectively? It feels like an eternity until you are called into your captain’s office. You only catch the last few words of what Captain Harrison says to Rodwell as the door shuts “...and give my best wishes to your son, eh? We’re all thinking of him. I’m sure the insurance will pull through.” You exchange a tight smile, a nod, and brush past her into the office. 

Captain Harrison took care of his officers. That was not an endorsement. To him, the thin blue was a religious idol. He covered up whatever he deemed necessary as part of the benefits of the job, looked away and denied the most egregious acts committed by those reporting to him. He’d never forgiven you for taking the Mc Elroy incident further than his precinct, but while he’d make your life hell with the worst assignments, he would probably cover it up if you shot a kid. Pig. He grins at you as you slip into the seat across from him. Says your name with a warmness you resent from a man like him. “You wanted to see me Captain?” “Yes, yes, no need to look nervous. I just wanted to be sure that the Sargent has been behaving himself?” You bristle. Yes, in your one, supervised interaction, he had not committed a reportable offence. “Why would you think he wouldn’t be?” is your deflection. 

He taps his hands against the desk in lighthearted annoyance at Mc Elroy you know he doesn’t truly feel. 

“So defensive. Look, you're the best gal in my bullpen-” you are the best in his bullpen. Second to Grayson maybe. It’s hard to be sure given he cheats with his connections. “But while what he said wasn’t on, Me too, I’m with her, and all that, when we can’t present a united front, well, it emboldens the scum.”

Disagreeing at this moment will make everything worse for you, and for Rodwell. So you present a united front. Nod and pick your battles. You hate yourself for it. But you hadn’t joined the force with the intention to fix it from the inside, because you can’t. The rot is too deep for that. You joined in the hopes that you could help a few people. Every case that comes across your desk is in the hands of someone who cares, rather than the Mc Elroys and Harrisons of the force, and that's the best you can do. 

“But, all's well that ends well. So long as you keep your head down, I can see you getting a similar promotion in the not so distant future. Even with this terrible Grayson business.”

This whole time your heart has been teasing at moving into your throat, and now, finally, it has. 

“What?” You croak, as the office fades away and you are blinded by dread. “I mean to say, the announcement he made this morning is a nice idea-” Announcement? What… oh. Dick had done something. You, for all your thoroughness in investigating Nightwing, you’d neglected the other half. “Heaven, or whatever high handed title he gave his project… Really, he should have gone into social work if he wanted to be so soft about these things. You, I at least get, you like the puzzles and the solving, him? No clue why he wanted the badge.” Your tongue is too big for your mouth and too heavy to speak with. 

“I’m a little out of the loop,” you admit. “Has something happened?” “Well, if we do need to assign you a new partner, I hope you keep a closer eye on him, eh? Yes. As far as I know he’s alive, but I'm afraid someone’s put a price on his head.” You are on your feet in a second. “Who? Why?” Badge on your belt - check. “Who, I can’t say. Sufficient enough sum that it could only be a few people. He announced some hippy bullshit save bludhaven project. Re- vamping that tent city those kids hideout in to be something decent or some such…best guess blockbuster didn’t like that. I sent out an order to bring him into protective custody.”

Gun on your hip - Check. Hopefully you wouldn’t need it, but things could get ugly if someone had gotten to him by the time you caught up.

You're leaning over the desk, close enough to see Captain Harrisons pores and smell the tuna salad he had for lunch. “Rescind it.” You say all too quickly, racing the part of your brain that wants you blindly running into Bludhavens streets to get to him. You needed to stay calm. Reasonable. You aren’t a vigilante, you can’t run into the danger head first. You need a plan, and you don’t have a secret identity to carry it out as. Harrison knew what would happen if Dick came into protective custody. He’d have some tragic accident. Something would go ‘wrong’, and he would be dead, a fish in a barrel. He knew and he would let it happen, because unlike you, Dick was too good to bite back the bile and keep his head down. He’d made one too many waves and he was being left to his fate. 

“I’ll get him.” You leave no room for argument. “No need to waste the resources. He listens to me. I’ll make sure he’s safe.” And you're off, out the door. Across the bullpen. Out of the precinct. As fast as your feet, and then your patrol car, will carry you.

You go out too fast. You don’t see it. The eyes on you. The person taking information on your partner, Grayson, and giving it to the heartless killer out of desperation. You don’t see it, and Dick hasn’t seen it yet either. But someone does. Someone with a vested interest in anything Richard Grayson had to lose. And now, they know he has you. Can lose you. 

It’s a pity. You are liked. But when a child is in need of a heart transplant and has been denied, horror befall those who would underestimate a mothers desperation. 

Captain Harrison took care of his detectives. His uniformed officers less so. Allowed to bear the brunt of the consequences of crossing Mc Elroy, Officer Janet Rodwell had been left alone against the hate. 

Fucked over by Shel Pharmacuticals when her son needed a new heart, and offered a solution by a monster, which, with no where else to turn, she took. 

Her boy needed a new heart, and to ensure that… she’d help tear Grayson down, if she had to. 

His partner… it was a pity they were so close. Perhaps if they hadn’t been, she could have been spared. Collateral is a leading cause of death in Bludhaven, and surely she will join them. Pity indeed. 

You had made it to his apartment. Made it just in time to see it burn to the ground. He helped with the evacuation. Of course he did, that wonderful fool. You wouldn’t change that, wouldn’t hope otherwise, because to do anything else would not have been him. There were no other casualties. A miracle, some think. Richard Grayson, you know. You just wished he’d made it out. He probably did, you tell yourself. Probably he’s up in the justice league's space satellite or the batcave or something insane. Because if he is alive, he surely made the call to get out of Bludhaven. At least for now. 

But you put the wingding in the window anyway. And you get to work. Take away containers pile up and mold over, and you work. Your clothes feel like cardboard, and you work. The smell, the fact that you haven’t left your apartment in days, and the general aura of despair you must be radiating causes three neighbours to come and check if you’re alive. 

You’re pretty sure you get fired at some point. Not ideal, but you can get your job back. Say you were in mourning or something. You might be. He’s been gone so long now. You’d figured he’d make it out, lay low, and come back. He wasn’t back. The wingding in your window is dusty. You don’t remove it. You work, and you work, and you work. You think you're close. Too many corrupt cops to find one, but you study the ways they are corrupt. Blockbuster doesn’t seem to be aligned with heartless, and that eliminates a vast swath of them. So you keep working. It wasn’t your Captain, too busy bending over for blockbuster, and you reluctantly had to acknowledge Mc Elroy’s innocence. And you work. 

Till eventually there’s the rap of knuckles on your window. You don’t think you’ve ever moved so fast. Or been so disappointed to see the red and black of Red Robin. Or felt such cold dread in the presence of a young man.  Why was he here? If his brother had come to see you… were all your worst fears true? “Yes?” you say quickly, opening the window and stepping back for him, too tired and too scared and too sad to care about playing dumb “Is Dick okay?” “Who?” Red Robin asks, cocking his head innocently. “Cut the shit, Tim” is your snapping reply. Red Robin drops away, and you are staring at a befuddled boy in a cape. “He told you?” “For fucks sake - I am a goddam detective. No, he didn’t say a word, but his mask covers 20% of his face at most, and his extended family all have rather obvious physical similarities to the rest of the bats.” Tim nods, and furrows his brow “well, that’s… I of all people can’t be mad about that I guess.” You don’t know what that means. In better days to come maybe you’ll ask. Not today. “Tim. Is he okay?” The young man nods. “Relatively speaking, yes. He is. I- Well given you know I suppose I can tell you a lot more than I planned. We were able to track down and arrest enough major players to scare others off taking the hit on him - Dick can return to public life soon. But when he does, we’ll want you with him. Or people you trust. Most of the time he’ll have someone a little better equipped watching him as well - No offence -” You shrug. “Glad to hear it. I’m a decent shot and a good detective but I am by no means one of you.” Tim continues “But it will also help to have you on him, and to keep up the appearance that he’s not anything special.” “Even without Nightwing, I don’t think you could convince a single person that Dick isn’t something special.” Is it true? Yes. Is it an embarrassing thing to have slipped out in front of his little brother? Also yes. Tim doesn’t comment, but you know it’s been filed away in the steel trap of his mind. 

“Well, regardless, be on your toes. You’re a target too, now.” That almost draws a laugh out of you.”Me? Why would I be a target? I don’t matter, not on the scale he operates at.” Red Robin snaps back into place as the young man stares at you like you just asked how people were sure the Joker was mentally unstable and not just misunderstood. “Ohhh you’re another one” “Another what?” “Idiot genius.” “Excuse me?” You take a step back in slight offence. “You’ll work it out.” is his reply, but he does smile. “Dick will be coming back soon. I know he’s had you working through potential moles put in the BCPD by Heartless. Any progress?” You nod, and wave him further into your apartment to see the board. Well. Presumably the cork board is still in there somewhere, having absorbed the wall it rested on. Ten newspapers. Seventeen files you absolutely shouldn’t have. Thirty pages of printer paper. Forty nine sticky notes. Over 200 pins and eight balls of red wool. It is a thing of beauty in your humble opinion. Red Robin clasps his hands together. “Mhm. Yes. We’re going to be friends.” “So, finding a clean cop in Bludhaven is basically impossible. Hell, by the definition I don’t even count, given I’m helping vigilanties. So I’ve tried to narrow down who works for Heartlesses competitors. My instinct was the new Sergeant, Mc Elroy. But it can’t be him, the timeline is all wrong. My Captain wouldn’t do it either. He’s scum, and he is letting Heartless get away with wildly too much, but he doesn’t do murder. White collar crime and letting others off the hook, as long as he can lie to himself about being the hero. He wouldn’t work with an obvious sadist.” “Which just leaves everyone else.” Red Robin hums.

“Less opportunity, but so many of them…”  “Exactly” you agree, hand on your chin.

“I have a good swath of people ruled out… so many of them work for Blockbuster or corrupt officials who lead back to Blockbuster. So many. It’s depressing, honestly. I have found a few that are suspiciously clean… and therefore suspect.”

You take a ruler and tap out your suspects faces where they are pinned at eye level.

“Dick Grayson; we can safely ignore him, but he acts suspicious enough to be a decent red herring, and to not consider him would be suspect if I was caught and this was found.”

“Bet Nightwing loved that.” Tim laughs.

“Oh his face was classic.But moving right along… Officer Jeeves, Officer Rodwell, and Officer Hughes. Jeeve’s is green, but he’s viable. Hughes, I haven’t been able to find anything on really. Rodwell… It wouldn’t be her.”

“No?” Red Robin fixes you with a stern look. “Is that an objective opinion?”

“No.” You admit. “But I trust her.”

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Winter Wolf Ch. 9

Winter Wolf Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of Y/N, mentions of violence

Length: 1k

A/N: Hello! I just finished finals and I wanted to post something. I have two WIPs and I'll put up a poll later this week when they're done!

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Bucky stares at the wall, trying not to think. His doll was taken from him and he wasn’t able to stop it.

Sam couldn’t help but feel bad for Bucky. The two never really saw eye to eye and the only common thing they shared was Steve. However, Sam could tell your disappearance was taking a toll on Bucky.

“I can feel you staring,” Bucky says.

“We’ll get her back Bucky,” Sam promises him.

“How can you be so sure?” Bucky was always pessimistic, but this was a new type of pessimistic for him.

“Because Y/N is strong. She can hold her own, she doesn’t need the rest of us.”

“This wouldn’t have happened if Wanda protected her.” Bucky looks up at the entranceway and maintains eye contact with Wanda.

Bucky could tell that she was there before she even let herself be known. Not only did his super hearing help but he was an ex-assassin. He was trained to know what his targets would do before they even knew what they were going to do.

“Bucky-” Sam tried to reason but Wanda spoke up.

“I said I was sorry! I protected her the best that I could! There wasn’t anything I could do!” Wanda’s Sokovian accent became more prominent as her voice rose.

“But did you really?” Bucky stood from his place on the couch and got in Wanda’s face.

“Of course I did! She is one of my best friends and I would never let her get hurt!” Wanda started to cry.

“Well, you didn’t try hard enough! If you did, she would still be here!” Bucky was yelling in Wanda’s face at this point.

He knew that he would have to apologize at one point but he couldn’t be bothered. You were missing and in Hydra’s hands. That was not a good mix and Bucky knew from personal experience.

“That is enough!” Sam gets between the two.

Bucky looks at Sam with a glare before backing up slowly.

“He’s right Sam,” Wanda whispers.

“No, he’s not. And Bucky knows this. We’re all feeling affected by Y/N’s disappearance but going at each other’s throats like this is not going to help us. Now I want both of you to go and clear your heads. Tony is going to call a meeting in 20 minutes and I don’t want you both to be killing each other.”

Bucky is the first to leave. He couldn’t stand being in the same room as someone who claims to have protected you to the best of their abilities. She was the most powerful Avenger and she couldn’t take on Hydra. He went to your room to lay on your bed.

He looks around your room. You never painted your room so the walls were the same boring beige it was when you arrived, but everything in the room screamed Y/N. From the paintings on the walls to the knickknacks lying around. Bucky closes his eyes as he breathes in your smell from your pillow, willing for you to come home soon.

Meanwhile, at a base in Sokovia, Hydra has you. This was one of the last remaining bases that had gone undetected by the Avengers. They had used the base the Avengers had thought they destroyed when Ultron was around.

Your screams filled the room as they continued to use electroshocks on you. Hydra continues to wipe your memories as you try to hold onto them.

Flashes of Bucky’s face come to your mind as you scream and cry. You had already forgotten the others but you were trying desperately to hold onto the good memories.

His face soon begins to fade and your cries start to slow down. You don’t know why you’re crying but you know you’re in immense pain.

A man in all-black clothing brings a container that is illuminating a yellow light. You’re still screaming but the brightness of it entrances you. It’s nothing you have ever seen before but then again, you can’t even remember your name.

The man hooks the container up to the machine that is currently holding you. Fear runs through your veins as you realize that these people are the reason you are in pain.

You start to thrash around, screaming for them to let you go.

“Inject her and then shock her again.” Another man says.

“Yes sir.”

You see large paddles with needles coming at you and you scream louder. You beg them to let you go as you cry, but it was no use. Hydra is too inhumane to care.

The needles inject the glowing yellow light into you and you feel something tighten around your head. Flashes of pain go through your body until you don’t feel anything anymore.

There is no pain. No emotion. Nothing. You sit there, staring off into the void. Not a single thought crossed your mind. You were empty.

“She’s ready sir,” A woman also dressed in black says.

Back at the Avengers compound, Bucky is woken up by a hard knock on the door. He had fallen asleep in your room.

He got up and quietly thanked whoever was pounding on the door. The dream, or rather a nightmare, he was having about you was horrible.

He opened the door and saw Sam standing there. “Tony is wanting everyone in the meeting room now.”

“I’ll be there, give me a minute.” Bucky rubs his right eye and yawns.

Sam nods and stands there for a second before saying what he has been wanting for the past few days. “If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here Bucky.”

Bucky only nods his head and closes your door. He heads to your bathroom and looks at your stuff.

Your makeup was littered across the counter, and your face creams and lotion sat in the corner. Even your toothbrush left Bucky feeling empty.

He didn’t want to touch anything so that everything would return to normal when you came home.

“I’ll find you Y/N. Even if it kills me,” Bucky whispers to himself.

Bucky looks around your room one more time before leaving and walking to the meeting room.

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