#ok I have to go back to the wailing room excuse me

[themultifanshipper]

Of course Oscar deserved his win. But that didn't mean that Lando wasn't going to be a little shit about it.

Just imagine he's looking at Oscar in this pic and not max ok? Wrote this in like 30 minutes, I just needed to get it out of my brain

Warnings: Jealous Lando, anal sex, bad etiquette, crying, hair pulling, restraining?, drooling, first time domming/bottomming, filth inspired by the drama at hungary 2024

Lando followed Oscar all the way to his driver's room after the podium. They had about 15 minutes before they were scheduled for their post-race debrief (where Lando was probably going to get quite an earful) and he intended to use every single second of it to exact his petty revenge.

“What are you doing?” Oscar said, the breath being knocked out of him as Lando slammed him into the wall and plastered himself against the younger man's back.

“I'm rewarding you for your first win, baby” he said simply, nosing at Oscar's damp neck, leaving sweet kisses in his path.

When his hand reached around and grabbed Oscar through his suit, the younger man keened and rutted into Lando's open palm.

Lando was flying high, seeing his boyfriends willingness to submit to him so easily, because in their relationship Oscar always got what he wanted, and he always wanted to be in charge.

Today however, Lando was sick of Oscar getting his way, he'd almost hoped that McLaren would let him keep position but no such luck, and he decided to take it into his own hands (literally).

His hands slithered up to unzip Oscar's suit as he whispered into his ear seductively.

“Right now I'm in control, and you're going to take everything I give you, understood?”

Oscar gasped and nodded quickly, blush rapidly spreading over the side of his face that Lando could see.

Maybe Oscar needed this as much as Lando did.

In no time their suits were bunched up at their thighs, fireproofs still on, but pulled down enough for Lando to pull his cock out.

Oscar was open and leaking as he babbled his way through a plea for Lando to just get on with it.

So Lando obliged, one hand around Oscar's already marked up throat, the other spreading him open, as he breached his rim.

He stayed like that for a few seconds, just the tip inside, and Oscar got frustrated and wiggled his hips to try and push back against Lando's cock. But it was no use, Lando’s hand pushed Oscar back against the wall roughly, before sliding all the way in to the base.

Oscar was trapped between a wall and a hard place (excuse the pun) as Lando pinned him flat, and his hands scrambled uselessly for purchase against the bare wall.

Lando didn't waste any time pounding into his boyfriend, aware that they didn't have much time left, pouring all his anger and frustration into the movement of his hips as Oscar muffled his wails into his fist against the wall.

That wouldn't do. So Lando grabbed both Oscar's wrists and twisted his arms to pin them behind his back. He also threaded his fingers through Oscars hair and pulled.

The new position made Oscar arch and Lando hit impossibly deeper, making him moan even louder.

“That's right baby, I want to hear you… I want everyone in this fucking building to hear how good you are for me, and only me…”

He was getting close, the adrenaline from the race keeping him on edge ever since he got out of the car, so his other hand snuck down and started pumping Oscar's cock in time with his thrusts.

Oscar was sobbing by this point, drooling all over himself as Lando abused his prostate over and over.

About a second before he came, they heard a knock at the door, which happenend to be unlocked (by accident or on purpose, Lando would never admit) and a voice told them they were late for the meeting.

Unfortunately it was too late to stop the extremely loud, sinful (heavenly) noise that came out of Oscar as he came around Lando, and all over his hand and the wall.

There was no way whoever it was hadn't heard and quickly understood what was happening, and Lando tumbled over the edge at the thought of that (he was a freak, what can you do?) and he came deep inside his boyfriend, who was panting against the wall.

Lando wiped his hand on Oscar's fireproofs, quickly dragged his bottoms back up, and zipped him up again.

“There, you go in first and tell them I'll be there in a second” Lando said, taking in the fully disheveled state of the man in front of him.

Cheeks red and wet with tears, visible marks above his collar, suspicious bruise on his cheek, and the invisible, but very uncomfortable cum that was probably leaking out of him.

He was perfect. Lando was so disgustingly in love.

Oscar got to the meeting first, didn't look anyone in the eye and sat down quickly without a word.

Then Lando strolled in a minute later, cool as a cucumber and sat next to him.

One glance around the room told him everything he needed to know about who had been outside their door, as the woman on the other side of Oscar was redder than he thought was possible for a human being, and Zak stood there with fury in his eyes.

Lando smirked. Thank god he was a bit of a masochist, because he was really in for it now.

[thefearedashantis]

Use Your Words

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter isn’t listening

Warning: None

'Do you still love me?'

The question clangs painfully against the back of your clenched teeth when Peter mumbles ‘mhmm?’ for the fifth time throughout your story. The sudden urge to question his affections almost unbearable as you stand off to the side of his desk, still sweaty and in your outside shoes having been in a rush to tell him about your day. Heart leaping with joy over the compliment you’d received from a classmate in your poetry workshop.

“And then he bent me over and fucked me on the profs desk while everyone watched”

“Mhmm”

At least Ned and MJ were listening where they lounged about the room, albeit rosy in the cheeks. They encourage you to continue as if any of this could be remotely true.

“In fact, he asked me when we’d be able to make sweet love again.”

“Mhmm”

“Figured I could pencil a date in for next week seeing as I’ll probably be single by then”

“Yeah? That’s great junebug.”

Peter has not once lifted his gaze away from his laptop. The light of the screen reflecting off his glasses, casting a soft blue haze over his features.

Your two friends sensing the oncoming argument scuttle off silently to the kitchen with the excuse of wanting snacks.

“Petey?”

“Yes my love?”

“You know, if you want to break up all you have to do is say so.”

“Mhmm.”

You’re halfway to the door when his brows pinch inward. Shaking his head quickly, Peter struggles to rewind the conversation in between a slew of agonizingly complicated equations. His brain chugging along much slower than he’d like, than he's used to.

“Wait what?”

“I think I'll head home for the day, see you later," you mumble. You had some lectures to catch up with anyway.

He finally breaks away from the device, lowering the lid slightly “Wait bug what did you say?"

“Nothing.”

“No, you said something. Repeat it for me"

“I shouldn’t have to repeat it. You should have heard it the first time.” You spit over your shoulder, reaching for the doorknob.

Peters up, trailing behind you on long legs “Now hold on a minute, that's not fair.”

“And I wouldn’t be so bothered if this was a once in a while thing, but it's becoming an everytime thing! I come back after a good day or even a bad one, and I try telling you about it, and you sit there more focused on the performance of listening than actually listening." And what a performance it was. Leaning in, nodding with the occasional smile or eye contact or frown or gasp or laugh. All without actually having heard a word you said.

You listened to any and everything he had to share with enthusiasm and even questions to follow.

“That’s not true! I was listening.”

You cross your arms over your chest with a sceptical tic in your jaw “Ok, then what did my classmate say about my poetry?”

Peter stops in his tracks “um”

“quickly.”

“He said it was lovely?” You had used the word lovely in your story, but the questioning pitch of his voice has you fleeing all the same. He didn't know for sure if that was what you said.

Your fingers have just wrapped around the cool metal of the knob when all of a sudden your wrist is pinned to the door by a sticky white substance. A beat of silence resonates through the room before you're whirling on your boyfriend with twice as much annoyance as before.

“You did not just web me!” You yell

“Everything's happening too fast!” Peter wails, arm still extended from trapping you, pupils wide.

“Well allow me to excuse myself while the boy genius catches up,” you say, going for your keys. You'd use them to saw your way free, no matter how long it took. But as soon as you wiggle them free from your pocket, another web shoots out and sticks your free arm to the other side of the door. The keys clank uselessly to the ground. “Stop doing that!”

“Stop trying to leave!”

“If I don’t go now ill be late for my date with someone who actually cares about what I have to say!”

“I do care about what you have to say!" The wet rasp of his confession immediately extinguishs your anger. With a predatory focus, you hone in on the abrupt glossy sheen of his eyes, the rosy tint creeping up his neck. The way he starts to shift his weight from foot to foot, rubbing his plams against the abrasive material of his jeans. His lips tremble, pale with the force of his trying to keep them still. "I-" He chokes. Stops. Gaze snapping up to the ceiling before running to you. Working his jaw back and forth as if the words are fighting him, refusing to be spoken, "I've just been really fumbling with the whole juggling school and spidermanning lately.”

The sentence seems to zap what little energy he has. He stumbles in what you assume to be relief, to sit down on his bed. Removing his glasses, he tosses them without care, pressing his knuckles into his eyes and scrubbing at them cruely “…’m tired”

You watch in silence as Peter closes in on himself. He uses his hands to muffle his sniffles, but in doing so, allows a few salty drops to escape and slip along the slope of his nose. Falling from the tip, a row of tiny dark splots begins to form on his shirt. His tears only drip faster as the minutes tick by. His chest stuttering erratically with the task of inhaling and exhaling.

It makes you feel shitty but you don't try to comfort him.

You remain still and quiet as to not disturb the moment in fear that if Peter remembers you're there, he'll attempt to compose himself when all he really needs is to let it out.

When he's cried himself dry, you probe lightly “are you eyes hurting you again?”

He doesn't raise his head. You're faced with knots and tangles of brown “mhmm.”

“words please parker.”

“So much” he gasps, seemingly renewed with sorrow.

This is the boy, you realize, the one Aunt May has told you about amongst the shadows and hush of night. When you sleep over on weekends and wake up longing for a cold glass of water, slipping from bed a little while before dawn only to find her already up, never having actually gone to bed.

The boy who tries to shield his gentle soul behind humour and smarts. Who often takes on much more than he can handle to satisfy others, and is content to crush himself beneath the weight of responsibility if only to let one more person rest easy that day. The one who yearns to please above all else.

Peter often suffers from aches and pains, comes with the territory, but his facial discomfort has been a persistent problem of late. A deep soreness in his cheekbones, temples, behind his eyes, that no pain killer seemed to relieve.

“temple massage?”

“Please?”

With a final sniffle, Peters back on his feet. Swaying over, he makes quick work of freeing you. Pressing shy kisses of apology to your wrists.

No longer having it in you to be upset, you swat him back towards the bed, getting comfortable in your usual postions. Your back propped up on the pillows, Peter sprawled across your lap, face plastered against your tummy. His arms loop around your thighs, fingers playing with the stiching on your pants.

Retrieving the oil and comb from his sidetable, you set to work untangling his hair before you get to the real job of massaging his scalp and temples. A repetitive activity that allows you both time to think about what you've been truly wanting to say.

“You make me feel so invisible sometimes." You start. Peters' hair is soft despite being so uncared for. You comb back his bangs, cupping his face gently and shifting it to look up at you "like it doesn’t matter if I’m here or not. I know you're a busy person, and i accept and love that part of you. But all i ask is five minutes where we act like I'm not some annoyance.”

Insecurity was something you'd fought tooth and nail to rid yourself of over the course of your relationship. Not only a genius but a superhero , being interested in a mere arts major certainly took a toll on the psyche. Sometimes, you caught yourself slipping back into not so nice thoughts and behaviours.

A flash of hurt strikes across Peters face. When he speaks, warmth puffs under the hem of your shirt “I’m sorry. I'm not doing it on purpose. I love having you around and hearing about your day. It's the most relaxing part of my own."

“That’s why you need to tell me when you’re feeling overwhelmed so I can support you in the way you need. I never want you to feel like that.” Like there's nobody in his corner paying attention to his needs.

You accept the apology and continue with your work of destressing your boyfriend. His eyes fall shut after a time and you think he's fallen asleep, familiar with post cry exhaustion when,

“He said you write with patience, giving every word the chance to be what it wants to be” Peter whispers.

“Now, was that before or after he stuck his tongue down my throat?”

“Bug” he groans, springing up. He playfully shoves you back with an exaggerated scowl. You roll to your side, giggling at your own antics. Peter closes in. Slotting a thigh between your legs to lay his body against yours, smothering you with his elevated temperature.

“Trick question! It wasn’t his tongue he stuck down my throat.”

Another howl of disgust rips free from Peter “I hate you!”

“liar!”

Divider: @sister-lucifer

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 19

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: violence, suggestions of dismembering a body, smut, penetration, oral (both receiving), marked the smut with *** in case you want to skip

Summary: Joker is out of Arkham and Jason needs to kill him to free himself from the torment knowing his killer is alive brings

Notes: changed my mind about the fancast, I'm keeping Lewis in my posts, not worried about the anon hate I'm getting, figured out how to find/block them so like Jason I am free of my tormenters!

You noticed Jason starting to change as summer turned into fall. He wasn’t distant with you, but with the others he pulled away. He would mostly hide away in his room or in the tech lab in the cave, but only when Tim wasn’t in there. Or he would make excuses to be out, taking you on dates, going on extra patrols, doing rounds in North Gotham. Bruce kept asking you what was going on but, in all honesty, you weren’t entirely sure what was going on in Jason’s mind. As much as you tried to get him to open up fully, he still kept his cards close to his chest. You were trying to give him space, but you were getting to the end of your rope at this point. You needed him to open up just a little to stop you from worrying so much about him.

“Jason please, where are you going tonight?” you asked as you followed him around the cave as he suited up. He shrugged and you glared. “Are you going to tell the others?”

“Nope,” he said, emphasizing the p. You took a breath and he looked at you, then down again as he made sure his guns were loaded.

“I won’t tell them if you don’t want me to but just tell me, please, I’m so worried when you go out like this,” you said.

“Like what?” he asked, trying to sound casual. He had dark circles under his eyes and was gripping the table in front of him enough to whiten his knuckles.

“Like you’re about to explode,” you said, going over and setting a hand on his arm. You were gentle, wanting him to know that you were there for him. It was a bit of a cycle with him, doubt, insecurity first, then he would have days where he knew his worth, that you were there and he could confide in you, but then something in his mind darkened and he would go back to the doubts and insecurity again for weeks. Dr. Thompkins told you to be patient, he was getting better at opening up, and you knew that, but it was still frustrating sometimes.

“Maybe I will and then you can be rid of my annoying ass,” he said. You grabbed his arm tighter then, pushing his face to look at you.

“Don’t say that, ever,” you said. He looked at you and you saw the guilt flash across his face. “Please, you don’t have to tell me details just, generally, what are you up to tonight?” He looked at you for a minute before, turning and leaning against the table. He put his hands to your hips, pulling you close to him, leaning his forehead to yours. You smiled like you always did when he was affectionate with you.

“I’m sorry, I’m heading out to Amusement Mile,” he said. You looked at him, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth. He leaned in and kissed you, taking your lip and licking it gently.

“Don’t worry, I have a lead on Joker and well, I know Bruce won’t do it but I’m going to kill him. May not make everything in brain work the right way but I think it’ll make it easier to forget,” he said. Ever since Joker had escaped Arkham again Jason had been having worse nightmares. You were moved into his room with him by now and every night he would wake you, sometimes wailing in his sleep, sometimes when he had already woken up and just needed to feel your touch. You never denied him, holding him close until he fell asleep again.

“Ok, be careful, I love you,” you said softly. He smiled at you. It was weak, but it was there, and you felt some comfort from it. “I won’t tell the others, but keep your tracking beacon on just in case? I’m monitoring tonight so Alfred can have a break.”

“I promise, I won’t disappear on you,” he said. He kissed you again, holding it for longer this time. “Love you sweetness.” He grabbed his guns and headed out.

Jason prowled the old amusement park, hoping his contact had been right about Joker holing up there trying to gather followers from the houseless population that was squatting on the land. He perched himself at the top of the roller coaster, looking over the rest of the rides surrounding him. He couldn’t tell if the fact that Joker would hide out in the funhouse of the theme park was too on the nose or exactly what he would do. Then he saw a group coming out of the funhouse dressed like clowns, running from a small mob carrying various weapons. Joker walked out casually, following the chase at a slower pace.

“Get them! Have some fun!” he yelled after them, laughing. Jason’s entire body spasmed and he almost fell from the coaster. That laugh, that face, it was in every nightmare he had, it was the soundtrack to every horrible thought he’d ever had. He needed to end this. He desperately wanted to just sniper Joker right now, one through the head from a distance, but he needed to watch him die, make sure he was completely gone.

He snuck down the coaster, following Joker as he followed the hunting party. It was obvious that Joker knew he was there at some point. He stopped, turned and Jason came face to face with him. Joker cocked his head to side before smiling wide.

“What a look! O I love the nostalgia!” he said, almost giddy. “My look was more magician, but I love how you modernized it, just wonderful. Want my autograph?” Jason leveled his gun to him.

“Nah, just your blood,” he said. Joker’s eyes widened in glee, and he giggled again. He held up his hands, mocking Jason clearly but surprisingly Jason wasn’t fazed. Things were falling into place.

“OOO blood lust? My favorite kind!” he said. “Where do you want me? Right here is a little exposed, maybe we go back to my place?”

Jason walked over slowly, expecting it when Joker pulled the blade and slashed at him. He dodged, turning and hitting Joker in the face with his gun. The madman stumbled but recovered, slashing again at Jason, almost catching his chest. Jason hit him again, this time in the shoulder, dislocating it. Joker looked at his arm and switched his blade to the other hand. Jason sighed, just tired of this guy jumping around, messing with his mind, he shot him in the knee. Joker let out a pained scream and Jason couldn’t help the smile that came to his face. Good, let this fucker feel all the pain he could take. The blade fell from Joker’s hand as he clutched his leg. Jason walked over, slamming the butt of his gun into Joker’s head, knocking him out. He grabbed him, starting to drag him to where he had something set up, some fun of his own to have with this monster.

Bruce was back from patrol, seeing you still sitting at the Batcomputer, watching the screen. Jason had been at the amusement park for hours and you hoped it wasn’t because he was hurt. He hadn’t hit the panic button, you still could see the dot, red against the multi-colored satellite view of the city. He waited for you to notice him, but you were too focused.

“Is that Jason?” he asked finally. You jumped, turning to look at him. “What is he doing in…” He froze.

“Let him be Bruce, he needs to finish this,” you said. Bruce put the cowl back on, turning to go back to the Batmobile. You jumped up, running and grabbing his arm. “Stop!”

“I can’t let him do this, fall deeper into this empty well of death he seems so desperate to drown in,” Bruce said. You still pulled despite him just dragging you with him. “I’m going, you can get in if you want but I’m going, the least I can do is make sure he is safe.” You knew he wasn’t going to relent so you climbed in the car with him.

“This will be the end of the killing you know,” you said softly. Bruce glanced at you as he drove.

“You don’t know that,” he said. You sighed. “Once you start…”

“He’s already killed Bruce, you know that, but has he ever killed someone who didn’t deserve it? Drug dealers trying to get kids hooked on crack? Dead, no great loss, he made the rules, they could sell but not to kids, seems fine to me. Poison Ivy had literally killed almost forty people in the Iceberg Lounge, once again, she shouldn’t get away with that. Joker has graveyards dedicated to just his victims, I’m pretty sure the world can turn better without him in it,” you ranted. “Just because you are one death away from becoming a heartless serial killer doesn’t mean he is.”

Bruce stopped the car in front of the amusement park and turned to you. You saw something in his face you hadn’t seen before, shame. Guilt, failure, remorse, not open shame.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe the problem has always been me,” he said. You rolled your eyes, plenty over this sad guy routine that Bruce and Jason seemed to trade off with each other. They could be the same person if not for their taste in costumes.

“Let’s just go find him, and yes you were a problem, but you’re getting better so stop being so mopey,” you said, getting out of the car. Bruce followed you, turning back into his Batman persona. You grabbed your own gun that Jason insisted you carry everywhere, and you walked into the park. You had never thought you would be walking into the lair of the Joker with Batman by your side, what in the hell had become of your life?

“He was in the tunnel of love right?” Bruce asked. You nodded, wondering once again if Jason and Batman were the same with their flare for dramatics. You both entered and looked around for awhile before turning a corner on the dry track and finding Jason sitting on the edge of the track, legs dangling over the side. He was covered in blood just staring.

“Red Hood?” you asked softly as Bruce jumped out of the track and onto the landing. You didn’t care what was up there, you just wanted to make sure Jason was alright. He looked at you. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” he said. He sat quiet again as Bruce came back down into the track.

“Joker is dead,” he said. You could tell that you were right not to go up and see, Bruce looked a bit green. “You should go, I’ll call Gordon and make sure no one takes the…body.” You reached up and took Jason’s hand, gently pulling him with you. He walked out easy, seeming to be in a daze.

“Are you alright?” you asked as you got to his bike with him. He gave you the extra helmet he always had for you, and you put it on, climbing behind him. He turned back to look at you.

“Its quiet, my mind is quiet,” he said before taking off back to the manor.

Jason heard nothing. The silence was bliss. He knew that Bruce would never look at him the same after seeing how he had dismantled Joker, but he didn’t care. He could live with it, as long as he had this silence. He never needed to hear that laugh ever again, that monster couldn’t hurt him ever again. He had thought he would feel more remorse, maybe feel a twinge of guilt like he did whenever he had taken anyone else’s life, but no, this one just felt good. Felt right. He stood under the hot water of his shower, getting all the sweat and blood that had seeped through his uniform off his skin, wash away that maniac forever. He felt free. He climbed out of the shower, threw on some sleep shorts and headed into the bedroom. YN was sitting on the bed in her pajamas, and he stared at her, hoping he didn’t see fear in her eyes like he saw in Bruce’s.

**********

“Feel better?” she asked, meeting his eyes. She looked at him like he was the most gorgeous person to ever exist. He let out a relieved breath, she still loved him. He nodded and she stood, walking over to him and hugging him tight. He held her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. He didn’t lose her; she was still here. His lips kissed at her neck, hands gripping her hips tight. He was overcome with need to feel her close, know that she still trusted him completely. She made a soft noise as she turned her head to catch his lips, kissing him deeply, fingers tugging at his hair a little. He moved her back to the bed, unsure why he hadn’t thought to take this step with YN before. She fell to sit back and looked up at him, those eyes making him weak in the knees. He leaned in, kissing her again as he pulled her shirt over her head, kissing down her neck as he moved to his knees. He spent time kissing over her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, rolling and gently biting it to drawn out a sinful moan from her mouth before moving to do the same to the other before sliding to kiss further down, pulling her shorts and underwear off as he went. He felt her fingers tangle into his hair as he kissed her thighs. She tugged his hair and he groaned, kissing closer to her core. When he first licked his tongue over her center, he heard her make the most amazing noise ever and he dove in, making sure she kept moaning and whispering his name like she was having trouble breathing. He looked up at her and saw her watching him, mouth hanging open a little, eyes glazed in pleasure, and he was finally rewarded when her head fell back and she cried out, him tasting her completely as she reached her peak. She panted as she came down from her high, sitting up to stare at him.

“You look so good,” he whispered standing again. She moved forward pulling off his own shorts and slid her mouth over his stiff member, tongue sliding up the underside as she bobbed her head. Jason stared down at her, mesmerized by the way she was moving, her eyes looking up at him. They looked so innocent and he nearly lost in at the sight. A noise tore from his throat, a groan he didn’t know if he’d ever made before and she pulled off him, pushing herself back on the bed.

“Come here Jason,” she said, reaching for him. He crawled over, settling over her, feeling her legs open for him as he himself gently against her core. She moaned softly as he entered her, staying still for a moment, relishing in how she felt around him, how her arms gripped his back, nails digging into the skin in a way that felt amazing. He kissed her again, but this kiss wasn’t so needy, this was love, this was a feeling he didn’t think existed, the feeling of pure happiness that he had never felt before.

“You’re perfect for me,” he said softly. YN smiled up at him and pulled him to kiss her again. “I love you.” Another kiss. Finally he moved, pulling almost all the way before pushing back in. He didn’t move fast, setting a pace where he buried himself deep inside her and she squirmed a little, helping him find exactly where she wanted him to strike. The pace quickened as they both started to chase their high. She was already so sensitive from his earlier ministrations that he could see her getting closer much faster than him. He smiled, loving that he made her feel this good, loving that the only word she seemed to know as his hips pushed to meet hers, was his name. She arched to him, nails scratching down his back as she cried out her climax. It was enough to quicken his, a few more thrusts and he reached his own peak, saying her name as he held himself inside her for a few moments. She hugged him close and kissed him again.

“I love you,” she whispered as he settled next to her, letting her go. “I’m going to shower, why don’t you get some sleep?” Jason nodded but didn’t fall asleep until she was back in his arms again, feeling light and free for the first time. He had no nightmares that night.

[siremasterlawrence]

The Hardy-Well Syndrome

The Tom Hardy-Well is the man of the hour at least for now since he is on the news it is a factor but he soon rallies to meet me in a bid of heat latching at me someone who he has deemed to be a enemy since I now have what has been opposed to me.He is my boss upfront when I had enough of his nonsense so when he walks into a awe inspiring golden board room swooping over us both and he ushers everyone to leave the room in a hot feverish battle of anger. I roll my eyes as he instructs me to sit down more like orders me he sighs heavily pacing the room a bit and I slip my hands under the table and pressing a button I had placed in professionally.He is left lost in a barrel of my laughter as it rises up a tornado of my laughter bouncing off the wall hitting his ears and he panics the fear is evidently driving him up the wall shaking him to hell a core.He loses himself racing to the wall pounding on the door so hard as it is slamming more like wailing the expression is apparent on him and be spun about to face me with rage on her. He attempts to leap over the table but I am prepared throwing a bomb on the floor right in his face as it blows up flowing up all of the entire room and covering it into new levels of pure shocking display. Yelling at him he stops cold the anger in his eyes is alivecurrently the nerve of him it is palpitating his senses as he backs up to the wall I am in control. Snapping my finger I can see his dominance leaves him shattering into about a million pieces as shards are left on the floor showcasing his on demise at the hand of an employee. I knelt next to him cupping his hand as I lift him up his chin as I kiss him slowly as the will to fight me and hold back is vanquished. “Rise up to your feet, stand tall and undress for me.” I demand informing him as the reprogramming taking effect.

“Who the fuck are you? What are you doing to my dad?”

“Your dad is helping me off”

“Bastard! Get off of him”

“No son!”

“Dad! What on earth?”

“Tom! Please correct your son”

“With pleasure “

“Yes dad!”

“What are you calling him dad?”

“Dad? Stop!”

“Zip it punk”

“Listen to your new dad and boss”

“He is your God”

“You are compelled to obey”

“Explain sir”

“Good boi! Focus on me Ellis boi”

“Into my soul”

“I can’t resist! Drag me to hell”

His ex-wife gave him two more children this one’s name is the Andrew Garfield a famous odd looking model and actor who he rarely speaks to at all but loves very much so he invites him to the office. He invites him to the office which the man appears extremely unhappy with a swagger in his steps so he

is proud to be himself and I hide behind

the door and he saw me in distance very confused.

“What do you want?”

“Spend time with my son”

“Since when”

“Since I was bitched out “

“Broken in to”

“Reprogrammed for him”

“Bro! What is he going on?”

“We belong to Master”

“This is my company “

“Do you want to join us?”

“Serve him with us?”

“Excuse me!”

“We love him”

“You shall too”

“Get back! Back up”

“Flip the switch on the wall”

“Woah! What the fuck?”

“Oh My God! You are fucking beautiful “

“Hey Dad”

“Bro!”

“Are you ok?”

“Who is this ?”

“Submit to me!”

“I love you “

“Take a look at this “

“Fuck! I can’t help it “

“Drop in and explore”

“Give in”

“Call me Master Lawrence “

“Yes Master Lawrence@

The end

[forest-falcon]

I wrote this in one go when prepping dinner tonight so it's probably rubbish but I thought I'd post before overthinking it because I have probably six other fictions that I'm still overthinking!

Cold Coffee

As parents of four, nearly five rambunctious boys, Jeff and Lucille could be considered experts in the world of parenting. And if there's one lesson that they could pass on, it would be this; that there are no real experts when it comes to parenting.

As an astronaut and pioneer of the world-famous TV-21, Jeff had sat through many interviews quizzing him on every aspect of astrophysics imaginable. Having answered these questions, it seemed almost mandatory, for each interviewer to conclude in a similar fashion:

"How do you balance family life with your work?"

"Five children? Do you have external help?"

"What type of a parent would you say that you are - Authoritarian? Helicopter?"

"Human." Jeff would answer.

The world seemingly had many opinions on the Tracy family. Some believed they had it easy because... money. Others called out in support of the philanthropist saying Jeff had worked hard for everything he had built. A true underdog story - son of a Kansas wheat farmer now voyaging into uncharted space. However, seemingly nobody made the connection that, just like the rest of the world, they did not have it all figured.

"MUM! MUUUM!" Scott's voice wailed like a klaxon as he skidded into the kitchen.

"Yes Scotty?" Lucille answered, seemingly unperturbed. She continued to stack the family's breakfast dishes in the dishwasher as she spoke.

"I...err...I was trying to be helpful and bring you the dishes but...I knocked over the milk." Scott mumbled, twiddling his fingers.

Lucy grabbed a cloth and the kitchen spray.

"That's okay, can you wipe the spillage off the table for me? I'll be in in a moment. There's only a couple more dishes to-"

"It's gone everywhere! It's over the floor too!" Scott flapped, seemingly excited by the household disaster.

"Is it indeed?" Lucy quirked a bemused eyebrow, and made a show of putting her marigold-clad hand on her hip.

Scott nodded enthusiastically.

"Ok, I'll grab the mop."

Lucy was halfway through with filling the bucket when Scott's voice announced the next Tracy-home catastrophe.

"Ooooh noooo!" The voice came from the other room.

"...What is it Scott?" Lucy responded with a small sigh.

"Gordon's been playing in the milk and has walked it everywhere. It's all over his clothes!"

"FAB"

Lucille kneaded her lower back.

"Come on old girl" she grumbled to herself. At thirty-five, she wasn't old, but today somehow felt the age of the entire household combined.

Scooping up her soggy toddler, she sat him atop her rounded stomach and made for the bathroom. Some days she wondered if Gordon purposefully baptised himself in mess just so he had the excuse for another bath, he loved the water so much.

Scott, being the eldest, made a start on mopping the milk footprints from the dining room and hall. A quick calculation and Lucille decided that the least messy option, and one resulting in the fewest brotherly arguments, would be to have Virgil and John entertain themselves not in the direct vicinity of the breakfast mayhem. Virgil had set himself up at the piano and John parked himself in front of the brand new holoprojector. Sanity somewhat restored, she began showering her toddler.

Keeping the bathroom door open, Lucille listened for any new potential calamity but instead heard the gentle melody of silent night start up from the piano. It was February, but Virgil had been so very proud to be asked to perform the piece at his school's Christmas concert that he still associated the piece with the happiness he felt that day. It brought a smile to Lucy's heart too and she let the gentle sound wash over her as she rinsed the last of the soap suds from Gordon.

Another sound overtook Virgil's music. John had tuned into his favourite programme about space and had obviously increased the volume to combat the sound of the piano. The instrument grew louder in retaliation; silent night becoming more of a relatable night as witnessed by the Tracy household - in a nutshell; loud. In defiance, the holoprojector volume raised once more.

"Boys, turn the volume down!" she called, lifting Gordon from the bath, but her voice was drowned out by the dueling decibels.

"BOYS!" She called again, wrapping a towel around the youngest. The baby within her kicked in protest at the din.

Massaging her temples, she made for the living room and turned the holoprojector off.

"Hey!" John protested.

Virgil abruptly ended his aggressive rendition of anything-but-silent night and sat with a face of utter innocence, as though he hadn't been party to the explosive noise.

"John. Virgil. I. Need. Five. Minutes."

She paused, surveying the cluttered lounge.

"God, I could use a coffee right now." She muttered to herself. One month to go she inwardly sighed.

"Let me help dress your brother, then you're both gonna help me tidy all of...this." she gestured vaguely to her jumble sale of a room.

"I think Gordie's gone and dressed himself!" John sniggered.

Lucy turned to find Gordon sporting a pair of flippers, rubber ring, snorkel mask and one of her summer straw hats...and little else.

"Well kinda." Virgil snorted.

Lucy pinched the bridge of her nose and couldn't help but chuckle herself.

"Nice outfit kiddo, but I think we need something on your lower half."

Gordon gestured to his flippers.

"Come on, I'll help you pick something out."

She rifled through the folded laundry basket that was yet to make the journey upstairs and produced a more suitable outfit for the day.

Moments after she had finished dressing Gordon, Scott reappeared.

"Erm...mum?" he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Lucy turned to face him with a I-am-desperately- trying-to-be-a-good-parent smile.

"Yes...Scotty?"

"Well, you know you asked me to get the paddling pool out for Gordon?"

"No, when on earth did I say that? I've been bathing your brother."

"Oh… When you were talking with John n Virg, Gordie said you asked if I would get the paddling pool out for him."

Lucille turned to face the smallest mischief maker only to find him hiding behind Virgil.

"Anyway..." Scott continued.

"I accidentally dropped the house key when trying to carry everything." he mumbled.

"I needed it to open the back door and it err...it went down a gap in the decking in the back garden."

"O-kay" Lucy inhaled slowly. Summoning both her physical and mental strength. She followed her eldest to the decking.

"Can you show me where you dropped the key?"

"I'm...not too sure."

"The paddling pool is so big and I couldn't see where the key went exactly."

"Ok, well where were you standing?"

"I... can't remember."

Lucy muttered a word under her breath that she would later reason to her son's teacher that he must have learnt from his school peers.

"I need to take the decking up."

"Can't we just leave it until dad's home? He said he'd be back at lunch today, so anytime now really." Scott reasoned.

"That's the kicker. Dad gave his set of keys to Grandma when we went away. He was relying on us to let him in today."

As if on cue, there was a rap on the door."

Virgil opened the letter box and looked through.

"It's dad!" He called excitedly.

Lucy used the wall to ease herself down and peered through the letterbox.

"We have a situation... The keys fell through the decking in the back. Both the back gate and front door are locked."

"Ah. Maybe a master key wasn't the best idea. No worries. We'll get it back." His eyes smiled.

"I'm gonna try n take the decking up." Lucy announced.

"No. Wait… I have a plan. Make sure nobody is standing by the back gate, ok?" Jeff's profile disappeared from the small window of vision.

"What's the plan? Jeff? Jeff?" she made a guttural sound in the back of her throat then headed back out to the garden.

"Is everyone out of the way?"

"Yes-"

"-Good!"

There was a loud thud against the back gate.

"Oww."

"That was your plan? To try to kick the gate down?" Lucy deadpanned.

"In fairness, those are some mighty good hinges."

Lucy chuckled.

"Hold on..."

There was a scraping sound, followed by some clambering, then Jeff appeared at the top of the fence. Swinging himself over the top, he landed with as much finesse as any comic book superhero ever had.

He straightened and gave Lucy a devilishly smug smile.

"Hi" he said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Hi" she replied, stress melting away almost tangibly.

"So...decking" he said, rolling up the sleeves of his white linen shirt. It was warm and he unbuttoned the top of his shirt.

"I can do it." Lucy said. She wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe, she felt that she wanted to prove herself capable, having felt like she had failed with the boys this morning. Her life was infinitely different from when Jeff and her had studied astrophysics together. She felt the urge to feel good at something again.

"Don't be daft!" Jeff scoffed, nodding towards her eight-months-pregnant form.

"I'm capable." Lucy retorted stubbornly.

Jeff cupped her hands and kissed them.

"I know you are, but just because you can, doesn't mean you should have to. I want to show our boys that asking for help is not weakness, it's a strength." His smile was genuine and warm.

"Mum?" Lucy turned and found all four boys beaming up at her.

"We just wanted to say we love you, so we made you the coffee you wanted and got you some flowers." Scott said, brandishing a bunch of flowers that had been growing in the garden less than half an hour before.

Jeff squeezed her shoulder.

"And sorry about the keys." The eldest boy added.

Lucy pulled Scott in for a hug.

"It's ok Scotty. You were just trying to help. I love you."

Virgil stepped forward, mug in hand.

"I know we're not supposed to use the kettle when you're not there so we used the tap instead." Virgil said, presenting her with a greyish milky concoction with coffee granules floating at the top.

"You said you'd like some coffee."

"Thank you sweetheart." She beamed, accepting simultaneously the best and worst coffee she ever had.

"I'm so lucky to have you boys."

She silently handed the cup over to Jeff and pulled all the boys into a hug.

"Still wanting to pull that decking up yourself?" Jeff quizzed.

"No." Lucy smiled, wiping away happy tears.

"Good."

"So...boys! Who wants to learn how an impact driver works?" Jeff called, returning the mug to his wife.

Lucy watched happily as the boys all chorused and ran to join their father, working together to find the missing key. Absent-mindedly, she took a sip from her mug and blanched.

[bre-meister]

One Normal Night

I've finally done it. The Mafia AU that I talked so much about and then never posted. I hope it lives up to your expectations

He’s taking too long, she thinks. He must be up to no good. And on tonight of all nights. He’d promised! She scans the overly fancy restaurant and manages to flag a waiter down.

“Excuse me,” she says politely, “have you seen my husband?”. 

The waiter pretends to not know who she’s referring to. She’s not surprised. He seems young - a good kid trying to keep himself out of trouble. Buttercup wasn’t falling for it though. Everyone knew the Jojo family in this town and she was going to get her answer.

“It’s ok,” she promises with a smile, “he’s just been gone a while and I wanted to check on him.”

The young man hesitates again before letting her know Butch has slipped out through the back door in the kitchen. For a moment, her face sours. She plasters her smile on quickly though, not wanting to send the wrong message to the waiter. She thanked him again before asking for the check. Buttercup made sure to leave him a generous tip.

The transition from the candle lighting of the dinning room to the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen was a bit jarring. Buttercup had to blink several times to adjust. She noticed several of the chefs looking up to see who’d joined them in the kitchen but no one said anything to her. They all know who she is, and wouldn't risk incurring the wrath of her family.

She makes her way to the back of the kitchen. There was a circular window on the back door most likely for those working in the kitchen to see who is trying to get in.

She silently curses her short stature as she tries to peer through the window then thanks whatever part of herself had the wherewithal to wear heels tonight. Without them she certainly wouldn’t have been able to reach. Even with the heels she has to stand on her tiptoes to see a decent portion of the alley outside. Sure enough, she sees her husband out in the dark. As well as a few other men who seemed to be holding something… or someone down.

She steps back from the window and pulls her cell phone out of her clutch. Buttercup sends a quick text to their driver to pull the car around in a few minutes and braces herself to head out into the cold night in just her short, black dress.

“Butch!” She yells as soon as the door is shut behind her.

The massive wall of a man she calls her husband pauses his wailing on the collapsed figure.

“I told you to wait for me inside,” he says without even bothering to look at her.

He sounds irritated and Buttercup isn’t particularly happy with his tone. She decides to remain civil though, play her cards wisely lest the night ends with them in a full screaming match. That’s not how she wanted tonight to end and Butch was in full Baron of Berserk mode.

“You promised me you wouldn’t do this tonight, that we could have one normal night!” She hates how whiny she sounds but Buttercup knows this is the fastest way to get the results she wants.

“Buttercup-“ his tone is warning but she doesn’t let him finish.

She crosses the alley quickly, throwing herself onto his arm.

“Clearly it’s handled. They don’t need you anymore. Just take me home, Butch. Please!”

He’s avoiding looking at her face. The guy on the ground has started moaning in pain but he’s smart enough to stay down.

“Let me-“ he tries to start again but Buttercup is having none of the excuses,

“No! No more ‘just wait for me’ or ‘let me finish’. You’ve already sent a message, let’s just go home!” She’s less whiny and more forceful this time.

He huffs and shakes her off. For a moment she’s scared that he’s going to ignore her and keep going. Instead, he walks over to retrieve his suit jacket he’d ditched earlier. He places it around her shoulders and suddenly Buttercup realizes she’d been shivering.

She wraps it around her closer and reveals in his forestry scent as it envelops her. He guides her to the opening of the alley and they walk around the front of the building to their awaiting car. He opens the door for her and helps her in. She tells the driver to take them home as he walks around the car to get in himself.

They’re both silent on the drive back, neither wanting to be the first to speak. Butch is typing away on his phone - most likely sending instructions for clean up as well as updating his brothers and fathers. She makes plans in her mind to send someone to the restaurant tomorrow to retrieve her jacket - a black fur coat that Butch had gifted her on their anniversary a year ago. It was her favorite and she wants to make sure she gets it back from the coat check undamaged.

Looking out the window she tries not to shed any tears at the mess this night had become.

When they get inside, he heads to the kitchen to wash his hands in the sink. She goes to the couch to take her shoes off. 

“When we met I told you what being with me would look like,” his voice is quiet and they still aren’t looking at each other.

“You said you didn’t care. You said you understood, you accepted the risks and the sacrifices - “

“I still do,” she interrupts.

“Then what the fuck was that, Buttercup?”

“You don’t understand. I accept the risks I take on the sacrifices every day, Butch. I asked you for one night. One night! You promised me and you couldn’t even keep your word.” She’s yelling. This isn’t what she wanted at all.

Buttercup moves from the couch to look out the large, floor to ceiling windows. Their penthouse had a great view of the city and its people below. The Jojo family may have been at the top of the world as far as this city is concerned but Buttercup has never felt more alone. She hugs herself tightly and pulls Butch’s jacket closer. The tears fall and she doesn’t try to stop them.

“If I’m so clueless as you claim then please explain. Enlighten me on what’s so damn important that you had to pull a stunt like that in front of my men?” He’s yelling too.

She mumbles a response and he can’t hear her.

“What?” 

He moves from behind the kitchen counter and crosses the room. He’s close enough that he could touch her if he reached out but he doesn’t. Instead he stands there and eggs her on until she’s had enough. She turns and, now facing him, she yells,

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. His face is beyond shocked and Buttercup can’t stand watching him like that so she turns around again and looks out the window.

“You’re… I thought you said you never wanted kids?” 

“I don’t- didn’t?” She says it like it’s a question. “I don’t know, okay? I didn’t want them before and you didn’t either and everything was perfect. Then your dumb work started taking you away more and my sisters are busy with their own lives and my dad won’t talk to me anymore because I chose you and I just… I don’t know. 

“It was an accident. I guess maybe my birth control failed or something but I’ve just been so lonely and I thought that maybe this was a sign. That maybe this is what I need. And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we had a kid because just maybe it meant you’d spend more time with me - or us I guess. And I wanted one normal night tonight so I could tell you but you just had to go and ruin it and now I’m even more lost. I don’t know what to do.”

“Buttercup, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think… I mean I guess I got so wrapped up with everything I never realized. How can I make this right?”

“Be honest with me,” she tries drying her tears with the sleeve of his jacket until Butch gently turns her around and dries them for her, “do you still love me? Do you want to be with me, to have this family with me?” He looks genuinely surprised again.

“Of course I still love you. There is nothing that could ever stop me from loving you, not even death. Everything I do is for you. So I can give you the life you deserve. Make it worth you walking away from your family for me. I never meant for you to feel this way. 

“Maybe it is time we started our own family. Make a fresh start. I’ll get my brothers to start taking up some of their own slack. I can’t promise you something like tonight won’t ever happen again but I can promise that I’m going to make an effort.”

“That’s all I want.”

“Good. Because all I want is you. Well, and this baby.” He places his hand over her stomach. “I didn’t even know this was something I wanted but now that I do… I’ll never let anything come between our family. I swear.”

When they finally kiss it’s with a reverence and love that Buttercup feels she’s been missing for so long.

“Let me take you to bed,” now it’s him who pleads, “I want to make up for everything. Show you how much I want you.”

She barely gets her response out before he lifts her into his arms. He spends the rest of the night worshiping her body. He spends extra time on top of her kissing the skin under which lays her womb, carrying a mix of both of them within.

When he’s finally done, they lay in bed together, her securely wrapped in his arms. He asks her questions and she patiently answers each one.

“How far along are you?”

“Almost three months but I’ve only known for one. I wanted to tell you sooner but I wasn’t sure of how I felt or what I was going to do and when I decided you were so busy…”

“Three months? I’m so stupid I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed sooner.”

“It’s ok,” and she means it, “I did a good job of hiding it. Besides, you’ve got six more to make it up to me.”

“And I will. I promise.”

They talk some more and share a few slow kisses in between questions.

“Who else knows?”

“No one other than my doctor. I wanted you to be the first. I might tell my sisters soon. They said they wanted to come visit in a few weeks.”

“When do you want to tell my family? I know you don’t get along with my dads the best but it is their first grandkid, they’ll probably want to spoil him.”

“Him?” She laughs.

“I don’t know. Call it a fatherly instinct.”

“Sure…” she trails off for a moment, “what if it’s a girl?”

“Then I’ll be just as happy getting to spoil a little princess.”

They laugh together. Throw around ideas of a family dinner to tell his brothers and fathers at the same time - no interruptions of course! The mood dips when Butch asks his next question,

“Are you going to tell your dad?”

“You know he doesn’t talk to me.”

“I do but… this is different. It’s a big 

deal -“ 

“So was our wedding!” She’s sitting up in the bed now, “and he wouldn’t give me away. He wouldn’t even come! Brick had to walk me down the aisle. If my dad hates me so much I don’t even know if I want him in our child’s life.”

She’s crying again and Butch sits up too to comfort her.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t have to decide anything any time soon but maybe you should think about it. I mean, at the very least he’s going to hear about it from your sisters and I think it would be best if he heard it from you.”

“Ugh, I hate it when you’re right.”

He lies back down and pulls her with him so her head is resting on his chest. 

The topic is changed to something lighter and they talk until Buttercup falls asleep. Lying there in the dark Butch looks at her features and thanks whatever god might be listening that he was lucky enough to find a woman like her and he prays that he’ll be worthy and strong enough to keep her.

[fanartandfanfiction]

I wrote another chapter featuring my animagus character

Aesop Sharp was finishing up some work in his classroom when Garreth Weasley came running in. 

“Can I help you, Mr. Weasley?” 

Garreth looked anxious. “Maybe. It’s Sophia. I can’t find her.”

“What do you mean you can’t find her?”

“Ok, well, Professor Black confiscated a bunch of stuff from me and Sophia was mad about it so she was going to try to get it back. That was this morning.”

“Am I correct in assuming she was doing this as a cat?”

“Probably. I don’t know. But I don’t know what else to do, and you and Prewett are the only ones who know. Prewett is asking around but we’ve had no luck so far.”

“Once we recover Sophia, we’re all going to be having a long conversation.” Sharp glared. 

Sophia hated the headmaster. She was muggleborn, trash in his eyes, and he had no problems expressing that. Garreth had a box of various ingredients he’d gathered, and Sophia was walking with him back to the Gryffindor common room when Professor Black stopped them. He’d said Garreth got into enough mischief as it was, he didn’t need to lower his reputation by dating her and messing around with potions. He confiscated the box and Sophia was furious. 

“I’m getting those back.” Sophia said quietly. 

“It’s fine, Soph. I can get more, it’s not a big deal.”

“I’ll be back later.” She dashed into a nearby room and came out in her cat form, a fluffy white persian. She ran down the hall towards Professor Black, who was headed back to his office. She waited for the door to swing open and she dove inside. 

“What are you doing here? Go on, shoo.” Black had tried to boot her out, but it was clear she wasn’t going, he sighed. “Too many damn cats in this castle.” He grumbled as he carried the box up the stairs. He set the box on his desk and looked at her. “Well you’re not your average castle cat, are you?” He squatted down and stroked her head. With a small gasp, he grinned. “You’re a persian! Rare and expensive. The perfect pet for someone with such refined taste as myself.” He scooped her up and she let out a yowl of protest. “Oh hush now. I’ll set up a space for you right here in my office so everyone can see you when they come in!”

Sophia was humiliated. He’d tied a green ribbon in a big bow around her neck. At least he’d conjured her a fluffy cat bed, since she was clearly trapped for a while. 

“I think we should go for a walk so that everyone can see my magnificent new pet.” He grinned. Such a pompous asshole. He’d conjured a collar with a little bell (in case the bow wasn’t embarrassing enough) and a leash. She’d tried digging her claws into the ground in protest, but there was no purchase on the hardwood floor. And now she was trotting through the halls on a leash.

“Excuse me, have you seen a cat?” Luckily she had excellent hearing in her cat form and heard Leander’s voice. 

“Are you kidding? This castle is full of cats.” A voice replied.

“No, this is a big fluffy white one with a scrunched up face.”

“Haven’t seen it.”

She let out a loud meow and yanked the leash in Prewett’s direction. Luckily he heard her and looked up. She saw him suppress a laugh and she glared at him. 

“Excuse me, headmaster!”

“What is it, Mr. Prewett?”

“That’s a lovely cat, where did you get her?”

“I bought her from a breeder, very expensive you know. Cats of this quality are rare.”

His face fell. “Oh. You see, I’m looking for a cat just like that, Garreth has one and she ran out.”

“Well I can assure you this isn’t your cat. I recently purchased Clarice.”

“MEOOOOOW!” She let out a loud wail in Prewett’s direction. 

“Is it alright if I pet her?”

“I suppose so.” Black responded. Prewett squatted down and looked into her eyes. She widened them and placed her paw on his hand. 

“Shit.” He said quietly. 

“What was that, Mr. Prewett?”

“Oh, I asked if she could sit. I didn’t know if she was trained.”

“I’m sure she’ll be trained soon enough, she’s very intelligent. Nearly opened the door to my office by herself.”

“I bet she did.” Prewett gave her head a reassuring pat. “Well, thank you for letting me pet her, goodbye headmaster.”

She let out a wail as he walked away and he turned back and raised his eyebrows at her.

“Come along, Clarice. Let’s show you off.”

Prewett took off at a run towards the dungeons as soon as Black was out of sight. He saw Garreth speaking with Professor Sharp and ran into the classroom. “Black has her.”

“Damn, she got caught?” Garreth asked. 

“Well, kind of.”

Aesop was silently cursing Sophia as he searched for Black. He had no idea how he was going to get her away from him. 

He finally saw Black up ahead with Sophia on a leash. 

“Headmaster? A word?” 

Sophia looked up and immediately tried to rush towards him, choking at the end of her leash. “Calm down, Clarice, that’s no way for a lady to behave.” Black chastised her. “What can I do for you, Aesop? I’m just taking my new cat for a walk. She cost me a pretty penny, but she was worth it. Persians are incredibly rare, you know.”

“Oh I know, I have one myself. They have a penchant for getting into trouble.” He glared down at her.

“I’m sure Clarice is different, she comes from one of the most exclusive breeders in London.” Boy, the man could lie out his ass.

“I see. Would you mind if I held her? I’ve such a soft spot for cats.”

“I suppose.” Sophia was stretching her leash as far as possible to reach him. He picked her up and she scrambled up onto his shoulder and dug her claws in.

“Ow.” He said quietly. She readjusted, but still clung to him.

“She must sense that you’re a cat person! She seems quite fond of you.”

Sophia gave a purr in response and nuzzled her head against him, and he glared. “Yes, she’s a sweet little kitty, isn’t she?” Sharp kissed the top of her head, making her wrinkle her nose, until she heard him whisper “When I let you go, attack him and make a run for it.” He patted her head once more. “Well, I suppose I’ll return her to you, otherwise I’d stay here all day petting her.” Professor Sharp set her down and she charged at Professor Black with a screeching yowl. He shrieked as she sunk her claws and teeth into his leg. He attempted to shake her off but she shredded the legs of his trousers and continued biting. 

“Get OFF!” He kicked her with his other foot and sent her sprawling. He’d kicked her so hard she was pretty sure he’d cracked a rib. She wasted no time getting up and making a run for it. 

“Headmaster, are you alright?!” Aesop asked. 

“NO! I was just mauled by that wild creature!” 

“Here, I have a wiggenweld with me. Take it, but I’d still recommend going to the infirmary. Cats can carry rabies, you know.”

Black gulped down the potion and wiped his mouth. “Find the cat. I don’t care what you do with it, just don’t let it back in this school.”

“Yes sir. I’ll see if I can locate her.”

When he made it back to his classroom, Sophia was there clutching her side and groaning. Garreth and Leander were supporting her weight. 

“Up on the table. Let me see.” They helped her up onto a nearby table and she lifted her shirt. Prewett turned tomato red and looked away. 

“He easily fractured some ribs. And I imagine transforming with an injury worsened it. Hang on.” He walked over to his shelf of potions he kept stocked. He was fuming. There was no reason for Black to have kicked her that hard. He heard the crack. He brought back several vials and set them on the table. “Can you sit up?”

“I don’t know.” She said through tears.

“You’re going to have to try, I don’t want to risk you choking on a potion.”

“It’s alright, Sophia, we’ll help you. Come on prewett, hold onto her other side.” She let out a wail of pain as they sat her up.  “You’ll be ok. You’re going to be ok.” Garreth was whispering quietly to her and stroking her hair. Prewett looked unsure of what to do so he grabbed her hand. 

“Just give my hand a squeeze when it hurts, alright? OW! OW!”

“Alright, I’ve got you a wiggenweld, a pain draught, and a skele-gro. Take the wiggenweld and pain draught first.”

She downed them and looked slightly less miserable. “This one is going to be absolutely disgusting, but you need it to heal your ribs.” He handed her the skele-gro and she uncorked it and made a face. “I know. But you need to drink it.” She downed it as quickly as she could and tried to repress a gag. Garreth was stroking her back and Prewett was still holding onto her hand. 

“You’ll need to be still for a bit while the potion works. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Prewett, you’re more than welcome to stay, but it’ll be a few hours.”

“You can go, Prewett. I’ll stay with her.” Garreth said.

“Alright. I’m glad you’re ok, Sophia.” He gave her hand one last squeeze and left. 

“Hey Garreth?”

“Yes, love?”

“It’s chilly down here, can you go get my favorite sweater?”

“You mean MY sweater?” He grinned. “Of course. Be right back.”

As soon as he was out of the room, tears started streaming down her face. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sure what you’re apologizing to me for.”

“You had to come rescue me because I did something stupid.”

“I’m your professor. It’s my job to keep you safe.”

She chuckled. “I think chasing down your animagus student who’s trapped with a pretentious snob is a bit out of your job description. You didn’t have to help me, but you did. I appreciate it.” She reached up and felt the collar. “Can you help me get this off? And the stupid bow?”

Sharp smirked as he helped her remove the collar. “At least I didn’t put a bow on you.” 

“You totally would have.” She smirked in response. “Only the best for your little girl.” She teased.

“Oh, shut it. That was equally embarrassing for both of us.”

“To be fair, you were really nice to me as a cat.”

“Thank you for not tearing me to shreds like you did Black.” He smiled. 

“I didn’t want to hurt you, but I also was NOT about to sleep in your bed. It’s a good thing Garreth arrived when he did.”

“Oh my god, I forgot about that. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. You didn’t know it was me.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “By the way, attacking Black was the most satisfying thing I’ve ever done.”

“You probably shouldn’t tell me that. He’s your headmaster and my employer.”

“Come on, it’s after hours, there’s no one else here. He was shrieking like a little girl. You have to admit it was funny.”

Sharp relented and let out a snort of laughter. “It was hysterical, watching him jump around on one foot and screaming, after he’d just bragged about how well behaved you were.”

Sophia stifled a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”

“It’s the pain draught. You may rest if you like.” 

He watched her sort of curl on her side and she scrunched up her nose as it itched her. He could absolutely see why her animagus was a persian cat. 

“‘Alright, Sharp said you have to stay with us while you finish recovering.” Garreth packed her back in her cat form while she dozed. He opened his dorm room and Prewett looked up.

 “We have a cat again?”

“For now. Just until she finishes recovering.” He set her down on his bed and stretched. 

“I know it’s Sophia, but she’s such a cute cat.” Prewett smiled. 

“Yeah, it’s probably the only time she’s not bickering with you.” Garreth crawled into his bed and pulled Sophia over to him.

“Is it weird that your girlfriend is a cat?”

“Only a little. I mean, most of the time, she’s not a cat.” He yawned and stretched again. “Thanks for helping me find her.”

“No problem. Do you think she’ll let me pet her while she’s a cat? Is that weird? Like, I know she’s Sophia but she’s so cute.”

“This is the only circumstance in which I will say, yes Prewett, you may pet my girlfriend.”

Find the rest of the story here:

[digital-corruption]

I am still angry with past me for leaving a large, major gap in story and skipping ahead. Filling the gap has been difficult. I'm not happy with how it turned out, but I need to move on. It's long, however, there wasn't a clear point to cut it in half so enjoy a double length chapter, I guess.

Unrecognisable Part 53

The next morning I woke to the sound of a distressful wail. In one swift movement, I leapt off the couch and ran out of the office. I found Jake pacing rapidly back and forth while clawing at his scalp. His eyes were wide, his face pale, his forehead soaked with sweat while rambling incoherently in German. I ran over and put my arm around Jake to encourage him to take a seat, then grabbed his water bottle and pushed it up against his mouth. At first he ignored the bottle, but he eventually drank from it.

“Did you take the prescription?” I asked as I lowered the bottle.

“Yes,” he sneered.

I rubbed his shoulder gently, “Did you take anything else?”

He hesitated, then looked up at me, “Everything hurt.”

“Jake,” I sighed. “You can’t be mixing drugs with your prescription. We don’t know what it will do to you. Look at you now! Shit, we have to get you to a hospital.”

“No!” Jake shook his head widely. “No hospitals!”

“We don’t know how badly this will affect you!” I exclaimed. “What there is complication!?”

“I will be fine,” he gritted his teeth.

“This is not fine,” I glared.

“Fucking Richy,” Jake spat. “He couldn’t even kill himself right! Should’ve cut himself. More efficient. Less risk of failure. Should let me finish what he fucked up.”

“Jake,” I sighed.

“This- all of this is his fault!” he snapped.

“And he’s currently paying for that,” I reminded him. “Cursing him isn’t going to get you out of this.”

Jake was quiet for a moment, “It’s not enough.”

“What’s not enough?” I questioned.

“His punishment. He deserves worse,” Jake’s expression turned dark. “He’s been given an easy out.”

“What, do you want to trade places? Prison isn’t fun and games, Jake. After we saw Richy a couple of weeks ago, I can tell he’s having a hard time coping in there. And now we know he’ll be in there for the rest of his sentence,” I argued. “We just need to be patient until we find the right prescription for you.”

“I am being patient!” he snapped.

“Patient means not taking illegal drugs,” I narrowed my eyes.

 “I can’t- I can’t live with the pain,” he sneered.

“So we ask Dr. Cumming what pain medication won’t mess with your prescription,” I said firmly.

“Fine,” Jake turned away.

“How are you feeling now though?” I asked concerned.

Jake tilted his head to the side, “Passable.”

I glanced around the room. It was clear that Jake had been working all morning at his desk, but I saw no evidence of food. “When was the last time you ate?”

“I don’t know,” he grumbled.

I lowered my shoulders in disappointment, “Have you been up all night?”

“Yes,” he muttered.

“So, it’s been over 12 hours. You had your prescription and drugs on an empty stomach with no sleep?” I frowned.

“The prescription was meant to help me sleep. It did nothing,” he clarified.

I rolled my eyes, “And your excuse for not eating?”

“I wasn’t hungry,” he insisted. “I’m still not.”

“Uh-huh,” I stood up straight again and offered my hand to Jake. “Let’s go downstairs and eat together, ok?”

“I’m not hungry,” he reiterated.

“Yes, you are, you just don’t realise it,” I pushed. “At least do me the favour of keeping me company while I eat?”

Together we went downstairs and I served us two bowls of muesli. While I ate, Jake spent most of the time pushing the grains around his bowl, not raising the spoon to his mouth once. Aside from force feeding him, there was nothing else I could do. If he didn’t want to eat, then he wasn’t going to eat.

The next few hours Jake worked intensely at his desk recovering the back-ups of our old phones from his secure cloud storage and uploaded them to our new devices. I watched him while he worked as it was clear something was wrong. He lacked focus and concentration, got frustrated at little things, and was incredibly twitchy as he worked. Dare I even say it took him longer than usual to complete his tasks? The prescription was definitely not agreeing with him.

After a few hours he presented me with my phone nervously while avoiding eye contact with me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he lied and shook his head. “I thought you would be happy to have your phone restored.”

“Jake, I can only be happy when you’re happy and I can tell something is wrong,” I pointed out.

Jake closed his eyes and sighed, “It took me twice as long as it should have.”

“I noticed you were having trouble concentrating,” I nodded.

Jake sneered, “That might be ok for you, but I can’t- I can’t afford to be slow! I can’t risk mistakes or delays in my mental processing! It could mean life or death!”

“Did you just call me slow?” I raised my eyebrow.

“MC, the difference between us is as wide as the ocean,” he rolled his eyes. “That’s not what’s important here! I can feel it! I can feel it making me dumber!”

“It’s not actually making you dumber. You’re just having trouble focusing. That might be because you’re low on blood sugar from, you know, fasting,” I tried to assure him. “Tonight we’ll see Dr. Cumming and we’ll ask to try something else. Clearly this compound is not working for you.”

Jake rubbed his face with both hands in frustration, “What if the next prescription is worse?  I can’t suffer another day of this! I’m not a fucking lab rat! We can’t afford me to be impaired this severely!”

“Jake, it hasn’t even been one day. You have to give Dr. Cumming a chance to figure out what works for you,” I argued.

Jake mumbled under his breath in German, then walked off to his desk and slumped back into his chair. He pulled out his earphones and shoved them in his ears. As good as they were, I could still hear heavy metal music as clear as day, which meant he had the volume far too high.

I was not looking forward to taking him as he was to see Dr. Cumming. As if the good doctor needed more of an excuse to institutionalise him. Of course I knew his arguments were sound, but my mind just kept coming up with a hundred different ways the agents could infiltrate the facility and silence Jake permanently. Pseudonym or not, it would only be a matter of time before they found him. Dr. Cumming and his staff had no idea what they were dealing with. How could I possibly trust them with protecting Jake?

I picked up my new phone and unlocked it. Sure enough, my old home screen was restored along with my contact list. I quickly scrolled through it and noticed that Jake had added Dr. Cumming himself. Despite everything, he still wanted to make sure I could contact the doctor quickly in an emergency. I closed my eyes, struggling to keep composed. I could feel how panicky he was becoming. I slapped my face and gritted my teeth. I had to keep it together. For Jake.

Glancing at the clock, it wasn’t quite time to leave yet, but I needed a change of pace and scenery.

“Jake, why don’t we get dinner on the way?” I suggested.

He of course couldn’t hear me over the music. I stood up and walked over to his desk. Carefully I leant over and pulled one earphone out, but it still caught him by surprise. He freaked out and jumped.

“What the fuck, MC?” he snapped.

I had to resist the urge to slap him. “I asked you a question.”

“Did you?” he lowered his shoulders and pulled out the other earphone. “Sorry, I didn’t hear.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’m surprised you can hear anything with the volume that high.”

“I needed detach,” he admitted.

“It has all been very stressful for the past few days. I think we could both use a change of pace. Why don’t we eat on the way to the doctor’s office tonight rather than eating here?” I repeated.

“What, like at a restaurant?” he questioned.

“Or a café. Or a diner. Hell, we could just grab some food from a truck and eat at a park,” I suggested. “It doesn’t have to be anything sophisticated or fancy. Just, you know, something different. While we’re not actively being chased across the city.”

“We could probably manage eating at a small, lowkey restaurant,” he conceded. “Something that wouldn’t expose us much.”

“Great, I’ll see if I can find one online,” I nodded and stood upright again.

“Actually,” he paused. “I know of one.”

“You do?” I said surprised.

“I remembered the other day that there is an Italian restaurant not far from the station that I ate at once years ago. I remember it was rather private,” he opened his browser and did a quick search on his laptop. “Yes, it’s still there.”

“Sounds great!” I smiled. “If you’re happy eating there, then let’s do it!”

“It’s just food, right?” he asked apprehensively.

“Oh God, it’s not a date, Jake,” I laughed. “Dinner and a therapy session is not date night material.”

“Hmm, ok,” he scratched his head.

“Give me five minutes and we’ll go, ok?” I started backing up towards the stairs.

“Ok,” he replied as he stuck his earphones back in and went back to working on his laptop.

I rushed downstairs to the bathroom and got myself ready to go out. Twenty minutes later I was cleaned up and nearly presentable. Jake however did nothing and yet still somehow looked hot. I silently cursed him for being able to pull off the unkempt look so well.

While Jake walked to the train station as moody and broody as ever, I had to admit I had a slight bounce in my step. It was the first time in a while that we were doing something even remotely fun. And this time I was convinced it couldn’t possibly backfire. ‘Unless the restaurant was actually a Mafia front…’ I thought to myself, then immediately wiped it from my mind. Even if it was, I was just going to close my eyes and pretend I saw nothing.

On the train, Jake watched me with a bewildered look in his eyes. I must have been doing a terrible job at hiding my excitement over what was quite honestly a simple dinner. The ride felt endless though, each stop had me silently cursing the other passengers boarding our train and their inability to get on quickly. I wanted to shout “Hurry up!”, but I bit my lip and fought the urge. As soon as we reached our stop, I pushed my way through the crowd then audibly sighed with relief as my feet touched the platform.

“This is the problem with traveling earlier,” Jake commented. “We put ourselves into the worst of rush hour.”

“No, it’s fine,” I shook my head.

“No one touched you, did they?” he asked me out of concern.

“What? No! Why would you think that?” I frowned.

“You were angry and impatient with the crowd. Like you were uncomfortable and couldn’t wait to get off the train,” he explained. “You would tell me though, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, of course!” I insisted. “No, no one touched me. I’m excited about dinner, I guess.”

“Just for dinner?” he questioned in disbelief.

“I know, it’s crazy!” I laughed. “Well, you know the way, right?”

“Um, yes, we should take the south exit,” Jake gestured to the signs above.

“Ok, lead the way!” I encouraged.

Jake put his hands back into the pockets of his hoodie as he started to walk towards the escalator for the south exit. Somehow that annoyed me and I rushed to his side. Without hesitation I reached my hand into his pocket and slipped my fingers between his. This surprised him and he stiffened briefly, but then relaxed as he kept walking. His fingers melted around mine and actually resisted letting go when we reached the narrow escalator. However, there wasn’t enough space to stand side by side, so he reluctantly released my hand and put his hand on the small of my back to encourage me in front of him. Standing on the escalator, I turned towards him and for the first time in days, I saw warmth in his eyes. I couldn’t resist leaning over and kissing him just as we reached the top.

“What was that for?” he asked as we walked off.

“Nothing, I just felt like it,” I smirked.

Jake took my hand again as he led the way towards the street, “I wasn’t sure I deserved any after earlier.”

“There’s going to be a lot of hard days. That’s to be expected,” I shrugged.

“Still, my behaviour was inappropriate and disrespectful,” he mumbled.

“I’m glad you realise that,” I squeezed his hand as we meandered around people walking in the opposite direction on the footpath.

“I wish…” he hesitated for a moment. “I wish you didn’t have to see me like that.”

“Jake, I still choose to be here with you. As ugly as it gets, I’m not leaving your side,” I assured him.

“And I am grateful you are here. I just don’t want you to be exposed to that is all,” he sighed. “Hmm, oh, there it is.”

Jake gestured a small, little entrance on the side street. I would never have noticed it had he not pointed it out. We approached the front of the warm restaurant and were immediately greeted by a young hostess in German. She led us inside to a private booth, on Jake’s request. The table was positioned rather far in the back of the restaurant, but had good access to the rear exit of the building via the kitchen. If, you know, you were into that kind of a quick exit. Jake took the side that had good line of sight to the entrance while I faced the back of the restaurant. I would’ve preferred he rested, but I knew he preferred to keep watch over everything.

The restaurant itself was warm with that touch of familial Italian heritage that made feel that little more at ease. The walls were covered with photos of the owners and the various patrons they had over the years, some more famous than others.

“Does this satisfy your preferences?” Jake questioned as he lifted his menu.

“Oh, yes, very much,” I beamed and looked down at my menu. “Although trying to decide on what to eat is going to be the greatest challenge yet.”

“If… if you find this enjoyable, we could return,” he mumbled.

I glanced up from my menu and smiled, “Look at us. We’re almost a normal couple. Doing normal couple things.” I paused for a moment, then continued in a hushed voice, “Please tell me you brought cash and aren’t planning on using someone else’s credit card.”

“You do understand the cash isn’t ours either?” he reminded me.

“There’s a difference between a drug dealer and some Joe Schmoe in Atlanta,” I frowned.

“Assuming Joe Schmoe isn’t a criminal either,” Jake diverted his gaze to his menu. “Maybe he’s even worse. Maybe he is a corporate lawyer.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s your idea of worse?”

“Hmph, one, society has determined, is legally acceptable to be a douchebag and screw with people’s lives,” he sneered. “They will never face any reprimand for the damage they’ve caused.”

“Ok, fair enough,” I conceded.

There was a calm silence between us as we both examined our dinner choices. I could feel Jake’s occasional gaze on me, but whenever I looked up, he darted his eyes away. After a few minutes our waitress came over to take our orders. As she only spoke German, Jake had to act as an interpreter, but we got there in the end.

When the waitress left, I noticed Jake’s hand resting on the table and I reached over to place mine on top of his. He did a double take as it caught him by surprise. He stared intently at our hands as I gently stroked my fingers over the back of his hand until he suddenly extended his fingers out. I took the hint and intertwined my fingers with his. Our eyes met and I smiled. His eyes were loving, but distant still. He seemed to be lost in thought, but I had no idea where this thoughts were.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

He shook his head, “Nothing.”

“Jake, tell me,” I pushed.

“I was thinking… this is nice,” his eyes pulled away again.

“It is nice,” I nodded. “But you were thinking about something else.”

Jake sighed, “I just wish things could be different. I don’t like how slow it is.”

“Your burns didn’t heal overnight, and neither will your mental health,” I pointed out.

He seethed as if he was holding back on saying something and took a moment to respond, “It’d be nice, to be able to sleep through it though, wouldn’t it? To wake up and be through the worst of it.”

“What, like your induced coma?” I asked, perplexed by what he meant. “No, I’m afraid you have to be awake for your therapy sessions.”

“Yes, I do,” he responded so bizarrely that I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. After a moment, he continued, “I decided I want to make it up to you. For all the shit I put you through for the past couple of days.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” I said inquisitively.

“After tonight’s session, let’s pick up a good wine on the way back,” he proposed.

“Jake, you shouldn’t be drinking,” I frowned.

“I shouldn’t, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t. Why shouldn’t you be able to let loose for a night?” he argued. “You deserve it.”

“Exactly what did you have in mind?” I mused, leaning forwards across the table.

Jake smirked, “I think you know what I have in mind, but if you don’t, then I prefer you to be surprised.”

I shifted uncomfortably on my seat as I leant back. He still knew exactly how to turn me on with just a few words. The thought of proper stress relief and intimacy was so alluring, how could I possibly say no? Our food was served before I could respond though, which was so good that it became all we talked about.

After we finished eating, Jake paid for our meals, then we walked hand in hand to Dr. Cumming’s office. We were a few minutes later than usual, which seemed to have worried the doctor, but as soon as he saw us enter, he relaxed.

“He’s in a good mood today?” Dr. Cumming asked me as Jake went into the back office.

“Yeah! I mean, he had a rough time this morning and afternoon with the prescription you gave him, but then I suggested we eat out for dinner and he really improved. It was quite remarkable actually,” I boasted.

Dr. Cumming seemed surprised, but nodded and disappeared into his office. Within an hour, they exited again and for the first time, Jake wasn’t in an absolute fury, which really warmed my heart to see.

“Good session today. See you tomorrow, Jake,” Dr. Cumming commented.

“I was thinking, maybe it doesn’t have to be everyday,” Jake suggested. “Especially Friday night, doctor. I’m sure you want to enjoy your weekend.”

Dr. Cumming narrowed his eyes, “Jake, as this is a special arrangement, we agreed that it would be every day.”

“Hmm, right, ok,” Jake conceded and opened the door to the hallway. “Tomorrow then.”

“Good night, Jake, MC,” Dr. Cumming glanced over to me, then at Jake.

“Good night, doctor,” I nodded.

I followed Jake out and walked by his side down the hall. There was something off about his expression that I just couldn’t put my finger on. He held his head higher, he was more confident than usual. I didn’t quite get it, but I was ready to accept any improvement.

At the liquor store, Jake chose a rather expensive bottle of cabernet. I tried to talk him out of such an expensive wine, but he wouldn’t have it. He told me he wanted me to have the best. There just was no convincing of otherwise.

As soon as we got back to our hideout Jake went into the cafeteria to grab a couple of glasses. He had his back to me while he filled the glasses at the kitchenette. One glass he filled with just water, which was for himself. Then he popped open the bottle of wine and poured it into the glass. He swirled the wine in the glass and gave it a quick sniff before he turned and handed me my glass.

“To better days,” he raised his glass in the air.

“That’s something I can agree to,” I clicked my glass against his.

The wine was so smooth that I sipped a quarter of the glass with no effort at all. The taste of alcohol was instantly relaxing. I could already feel the stress leaving my body.

“So does this mean you’re feeling better?”  I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know about better. Clearer maybe?” he clarified. “I no longer feel like I’m in a fog.”

“That’s good at least,” I smiled and took another sip.

“How are you feeling?” he questioned.

“Me?” I did a double take.

“Yes you. Your mental health is just as important,” he frowned.

“Honestly? It’s been hard, Jake,” I admitted and drank more of the wine.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he looked down at the ground.

“Angel?” I said surprised.

“It’s what you are, especially with everything that’s happened,” he glanced back up at me. His eyes were full of love. “I am sorry to put you through this.”

“Jake, if you’re already regaining control than it is 100% worth it!” I insisted.

“You mean it?” he tilted his head.

“I do!” I beamed. Suddenly I was hit with a wave of drowsiness. I looked down at my glass confused, “Did I drink that much?”

Jake took the glass from my hand and placed it down on the table, “It’s been a long day and it’s late, angel. It’s ok to be tired.”

I tried to form words, but it was getting harder and harder to think straight. I stumbled forwards into Jake, who caught me. I remembered looking up at him and seeing his eyes. They were cold and calculating. Everything had gone according to plan.

[theacedragon0w0]

Cash or Card? FINAL

Angst cus Sage having a meltdown of their existence, Fluff became they get comforted by their loved ones

Warning as Sage has a panic attack meltdown, which unfortunately causes them to lash out to her partners

Hazel belongs to @puffymucher

Rosalina belongs to @mirconreadzztuff22

And Vlk belongs to @imapuppy5000

Sage shot awake in a cold sweat, without acknowledging their partners they booked it towards the bathroom, slamming it shut and locking it for good measure. Their ears was still ringing from the panic, they turned on the facet and quickly installed their prosthetic so Sage could scrub their hands clean, but failed to realize that the prosthetic was still powering up, delivering a large shock to their their shoulder. Sage in frustration, chucked the arm across the room, which miraculously turned on the light. Sage saw themselves in the mirror, the first thing that they saw was the mark on their chest, the reminder of why they deserved to be in hell in the first place.

Sage broke, collapsing onto the floor and wailing in pain and regret. They didn't even hear the pounding of the door as Sage laid there curled up.

"SAGE YOU OK? WHAT'S WRONG? PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!"

"I'M FUCKING FINE!" Sage sapped dryly, this secret was one that they knew that had to remain quiet

"HAZEL'S GOING TO RIP THIS DOOR OFF WE ARE COMING IN-"

"NO WAIT!-"

Without a second for Sage to move, the door buckled as Hazel ripped the door off its hinges, as the group rushed in, they saw Sage on the ground with her tail tucked between her legs.

"Baby what happened?" Velvette reached out but Sage recoiled.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Sage shouted but their voice immediately softed to a whimper, "please, I feel dirty."

Rosalina saw Vlk Hazel and Velvette's worry, Sage never snapped like this, and to reject any touch was something new.

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened!" Sage's eyes darted back and forth for an excuse, any excuse for them to forget about it, "It, it was just, just, it was just a bad dream!"

"Well can you tell us what it was about?" Vlk asked softly,

Hazel added in, "yeah Bluebell, this is not normal even for you."

Sage was still fighting their sobbing, "I, I was dreaming about, about, how I got here in hell in the first place."

The four partners Vel, Vlk, Hazel, and Rosa looked at each other, they were curious on how their sweet partner got down here. They figured it was something small like egging a house or Jaywalking.

Hazel tried to calm down Sage, "I'm sure it wasn't that bad," but Sage shoved Hazel's arms away,

"You don't get it, I killed an innocent girl! In cold blood! And I could've avoided it if I just agreed to rob my old shit job I wouldn't be here!"

"You mean here with us?" Velvette asked.

Sage's thoughts stopped. And Hazel added in, "Look from your reaction from it you cleary regret it, and you are still a good person. You always look at the best parts of everyone, but you tend to forget to do that for yerself as well."

Vlk managed to reach over to shut off the facet, she also picked up Sage's prosthetic which remained intact, "yeah and everyone has a skeleton in their closet, yours just so happens to be a-"

"A what? An accident? It doesn't matter the intention, a kid still got killed regardless. Everyone was right, Angel, Vlad, hell even my real dad told me that I would end up getting hurt, I was shot in the chest by Becca, I was used by Crystal as a cash cow, I almost died staying at that tacky ass hotel!"

Rosalina reached out to Sage, but this time they leaned towards the touch, letting Rosa to wipe Sage's soaked cheeks, "yes but that burning heart of yours got you friends with every overlord's hellhound, you won the hearts of some of my colleagues, you even saved Vlk from that moth tyrant when anyone else could've left her to her demise."

Velvette's hand joined in, tracing her fingers across Sage's buzzed undercut, Hazel and Vlk were the last ones, rubbing their paws along Sage's spine and arms.

"You may not realize it, but you made a community here in ways that would make Heaven themselves jealous."

"Agreed," the others chimed in.

Sage, lifted their arms to welcome the loving embrace of their partners, with kisses being planted all over the reptile's body. Sage letting their walls come down, allowed Hazel to scoop them up, carrying them back to bed.

"Boss we got anything planned for today?"

"Nope!"

"Good, cuz we are making sure our Bluebell here is sleeping in today."

Ight now that I made Sage go through another character arc imma go draw fluff to cope my evil doings

[completeoveranalysis]

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Warning! This post contains spoilers up to chapter 170 of Tsubasa (and Chapter 71 of xxxHolic). Please skip this if you have not read that far.

Please also make no comments about what happens after that point in either manga.

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I am physically restraining myself just from staring at every single panel with Tomoyo because they’re all endlessly gorgeous.

But that aside: THE CURSE

THE CURSE

It’s absolutely WILD to me that this scene is presented to us as purely comedic. Did the beginning of the series need it to be that way? Yes! It’s on the heels of bleak tragedy and a dying Sakura - bringing in the dazzlingly hilarious Tomoyo (I am utterly unbiased) and the indignant screaming Kurogane is such a fun way for them to play with some Shounen tropes, entertaining the audience and break up the tension. It’s all easy to digest and a great way to lighten the mood.

NEVERMIND the fact that we later find out the reason Kurogane is so strength obsessed is because his entirely family was brutally murdered and he watched it happen, as a child.

NEVERMIND the fact that Tomoyo has already seen what happens in Seresu and knows just what heartbreak will happen over the course of the journey she’s sending Kurogane on.

And NEVERMIND the fact that this curse is a deliberate move to try and prevent Kurogane from killing Ashura, so that Fai’s second curse won’t trigger and potentially end in tragedy.

Also with that all in mind it’s so JUICY that we can draw a straight line from this moment to the moment where Kurogane returns to Nihon and see exactly how deep and incredible his growth really was. This early version of Kurogane is so focussed on Fighting and Killing and Strength, because he’s stuck on the concept that those are the only way to prevent tragedy from taking away the ones you love.

And not only does he learn that the opposite is true, but Seresu ends with him doing the complete inversion of this ideal. He kills someone to save someone he loves and instead of him becoming stronger (like earlier Kurogane would have wanted) he GIVES UP HIS SWORD ARM.

HE GIVES UP ALL NOTIONS OF FIGHTING AND STRENGTH AND VIOLENCE TO KEEP FAI ALIVE.

AND HE DOES IT SWIFTLY AND WILLINGLY AND KNOWINGLY, REGRETTING NOT A SINGLE THING, BECAUSE IT MEANT KEEPING FAI IN THE FACE OF AN ENTIRE WORLD CLOSING IN AROUND THEM.

AND THAT’S STRONGER THAN FIGHT HE EVER COULD HAVE WON.

[buckysswinter]

tolerate it- three

18+ minors dni

warnings: angst, more angst

not edited or beta'd- do not repost or translate!

(au)bucky x female!reader

word count: 779

<<previous part | next part>>

where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

y/n didn't go home even though she should have. all the anger within her was spilling and she felt like if she went home she wouldn't be able to let it all out. she drove to the one place she felt free, the road was all bumpy and she almost fell out of the bike twice, when she got to the building, she climbed the stairs up to the roof. seeing the city lights calmed her down, she was reminded of the first time bucky had taken her here, the smell of the crisp air as bucky showed her that if she screamed her anger out no one would mind the slightest as people barely heard her.

bucky who had shown her everything from the shows they watch together to the music they both listen to now. the pain he provided her with one sentence without him even knowing it. all the anger came back to her, all the pain she's suppressed came bubbling out. the wail she let out of her body weakened her, her knees giving up on her. y/n had never felt pain like this before, not when her first boyfriend broke up with her, not when her father left them. bucky was also there for that, when her father left y/n didn't feel anything. bucky had made her realize that it was her suppressing her feelings and it was okay for her to feel sadness, even anger. she couldn't believe the guy who she had looked up to almost her entire life destroying her to bits like this. y//n's chest heaved and she felt her body convulsing, none of it felt real. the pain left her body buzzing and her throat felt soar from all the screams she was letting out. after hours of crying and when her body had felt numb, she decided it was time to go home. only then she checked her phone, it was close to dawn and she had messages from noah and bucky. she quickly texted noah that she was alright and ignored bucky's text.

the ride home felt dreadful, her heavy eyes fighting to stay up until she rode home and heart aching heart nearly sending her body into only feeling pain. she entered the doorway not noticing bucky's shoes nor his coat hung up, as she turned around to go up the stairs she saw bucky in the living room. his smile faded as soon as he noticed her swollen eyes, concern etched on his face,

-"you ok doll," if y/n knew better she'd thought he actually cared.

-"fuck off bucky please, not tonight" her voice was strained, she had to keep herself crying in front of him.

-"why are you upset doll? your boyfriend break up with you," he said it in a chuckle as if he was mocking her sadness.

-"please bucky, let's stop this game" she swallowed the tears threatening to come up,

-"just fucking stop pretending you care about me and my life, stop pretending that you're actually my friend when you told dot that i was some lonely piece of shit. so please bucky, stop fucking playing games, stop hurting me, just stop." she was fully crying at this point, she had thought she cried her eyes out earlier she was clearly wrong. bucky's face contorted into shame, y/n just keep sobbing, her body shaking from all the anger.

-"sweets p- please i didn't mean any of that," bucky's voice had become more serious but y/n was too tired to deal with him and her feelings that she just ran up to her room and locked her door. as soon as she hit her bed she cried more, burying her face into her pillows. the muffled cried were echoing in her room and she prayed that noah nor her mother could hear or feel her pain.

how could bucky hurt her like this? bucky who she had admired for years? who she had loved for years? in her mind she still defended bucky. no matter how much bucky had hurt her, her brain still made excuses for him. her heart on the other hand felt like it was being ripped apart by its seams, her heartstrings felt like it was tugging on each other and the feeling made her physically sick to her stomach. the butterflies she felt every time she thought of bucky left a bitter taste in her tongue, she couldn't begin to explain why she felt like this. the push and pull her body was feeling was odd to her. how could she still love him after what he did to her?

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[theycallmebecca]

Fluffy Jake Jensen maybe. Can you see Jake as a new dad? Trying to get the new baby back to sleep cause mom has been up most of the night with a colicky baby.

Title: Team Jensen

Pairing: Jake Jensen x female reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: new parents, colicky baby, mentions of breast feeding/pumping

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Without his glasses on, Jake had to squint to read the numbers on the clock.

4:30am.

Rolling over in the bed, he touched your side of the sheets and found them cold to the touch.

Then another wail reached his ears and he sighed, realizing that you probably hadn’t come back to bed after the midnight feeding.

Pushing himself out of bed, he grabbed his glasses and left the bedroom, knowing he’d find you in the heart of the small two bedroom house you shared.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he heard you pleading with the two month old baby girl. “Momma really needs you to go to sleep.”

“Momma should have woken daddy up to help,” Jake said, announcing his presence. He held his arms out for the baby and you handed her over.

Jake tucked the baby against his chest, holding her with one arm, as he reached over and drew you to him, too.

“We’re a team,” he whispered. “Let me help.”

You were too tired to argue or make any excuses, so you just nodded your head.

“Go get some sleep,” he told you.

You nodded your head again and made your way back to the bedroom.

“Ok, little miss,” Jake said to his baby girl. “We’re going to try every hack for helping a colicky baby we can find in the internet and find the one that works best for you. Because I hate it that you don’t feel good and I hate it that your momma thinks she has to handle this by herself when I’m right here to help.”

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It was after ten in the morning when you woke up. A part of you wanted to keep sleeping, but your breasts hurt and you needed to either feed the baby or pump.

Forcing yourself out of bed, you made your way to the living room and paused when you saw Jake passed out on the couch with the baby asleep on his chest.

Spotting the empty bottle on the ground by Jake’s hand, you made your way to the nursery to pump.

As you sat in the nursing chair, your started to feel sorry for yourself and down over the fact that you hadn’t been able to help your baby girl. But then Jake’s reminder from earlier, “We’re a team,” chased the thought away.

“Team Jensen,” you said with a smile.

[lalaangeldust]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

[ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ] : none :)

[ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ] : kaminari denki // bakugo katsuki // sero hanta

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢

ah yes, the bakusquad's resident pretty boy

he would definitely be the most obvious about his crush

two words: shitty flirting

horrible pick-up lines and just overall bad flirting

he pulls through sometimes though ( with sero's advice ) and his ego inflates through the roof if he can get you flustered and blushing

but if you give him the same energy, he will immediately combust

all function out the window

congratulations, you broke denki

none of your possessions are safe when denki is within the vicinity

shirts, hoodies, skirts, hats, jewelry, hair accessories

if he can grab it, he will have it

he has worn / stolen everything in your closet at least once, if not it is most definitely his goal

it does not matter if he fits it or not, he will make it work

he has no shame

but one time he stretched out one of your favorite skirts and it tore a bit and he felt soooo bad

"it not my fault i have a fat ass, y/n"

but he brought you to the mall on a date with him to get a new one, so it's all works out ;)

denki honestly just lives to make you laugh

every time he's the reason you're laughing, it makes his chest puff up so big

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MF TICKLING

if you two are close, he will without a doubt start a mock wrestling match and it always turns into a tickling fit with you pinned underneath him and wailing

but do NOT under any circumstances tickle him

he with shriek like a girl and accidentally activate his quirk

you nearly died

HE FELT BAD FOR THAT TOO

he's also just so infatuated with like- everything you do????

it doesn't matter how mundane you think it might be, as long as you're doing it, denki is so enthralled watching whatever it is you're doing

it's rather endearing

in all honesty, he'd probably blurt out he likes you outta no where while in the middle of a convo

he lights up every time your name is so much as mentioned

or- or

he'd be day dreaming, completely lost in his own world and someone would come up to him and ask him what he's thinking ab cus he looks basically dead to the world

still in a daze from being abruptly brought back to reality he'd just dreamily sigh, "y/n~" without even realizing

mans was SO embarrassed afterwards

face was beet red

*frantically looks around to see if you heard him or not*

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bonus: love languages!!

physical touch // giving

words of affirmation // receiving

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

he's so emotionally constipated

that's not to say we wouldn't know he'd have feelings for you

he's actually pretty emotionally intelligent, and would be very perceptive of your emotions contrary to popular belief, he's just oblivious to his own feelings and emotions

he'd just ignore them

try his best to ignore you

key word try

but he always gives in and he'd make up dumb reasons to come bother you like-

he'd barge into your dorm while you're studying and he'd be like

"y/n i need a pen,"

"oh? uh ok, here you can have this one," you hand him a pen that you happened to have tucked behind your ear

"no not that one,"

...????

"can't you go to momo and ask her to make the pen you want..?"

bakugo starts to get grumpy at this point lmao

"no, she doesn't know how to make it,"

"well, what pen do you want..??"

bakugo hesitates cus he doesn't wanna admit that he doesn't actually want a pen, he wants to be with you

"that one," he lamely points at a beat up tinkerbell pen that you've had since you were like twelve

"really?? out of all the pens you choose that one?"

"shut up and just get it"

"... you can grab it,"

he goes and grabs it and goes to walk out the door without a word and right before he leaves he leans back and looks at you

"i need a pencil"

"OH MY GOD BAKUGO"

he kept the tinkerbell pen btw

like denki, bakugo would steal things from your dorm and not just anything, things that are actually inconvenient to misplace

he'd take your bobby pin container or your favorite brush so you'd come to him to ask where it went, he'd give it back ofc but not without a fight

he'd act totally clueless and he'd wait till you actually start to get pissed to tell you where he actually put your thing

so back to how he'd actually be very aware of your emotions

he'd notice the smallest changes and can always tell when you're upset but he wouldn't exactly know how to help you

so instead of using words, he'd use actions

you had a really bad day and he walked you to your dorm and when he came in he's like

"shit, your dorm is a fucking disaster, how do you live like this," you scowl at bakugo cus like- wtf i'm rlly emotional here you're not helping

he scoffs and bends down to start picking up your shit

"seriously, i have no idea how you find anything in here, nothing is organized" and he'd just keeps grumbling like an old man while completely cleaning and reorganizing your room

dont you dare try and help him though, he will yell at you

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bonus: love languages!!

acts of service // giving

quality time // receiving

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

sero SCREAMS besfriends to lovers troupe

like- you two are already practically dating without even realizing it

the romantic tension

you guys banter and flirt with eachother so often, you both have no idea whether you're serious when you jokingly call the other sexy or not

the oblivious idiots troupe

sero makes everything a competition

not nearly to extent as bakugo would, but still goes a bit over the top

he'd use anything as an excuse to show off for you

one time, like the spiderman fanboy he is, he challenged you to see who can hang upside down the longest without passing out ( literally the stupidest idea, sero, you're going to loose braincells )

sero won, obviously and he takes full advantage of bragging rights

everyone says how denki's the flirt and whatever but NO

sero is the biggest mf flirt and denki got his game from him

so with that being said, you are not safe

HE IS A BULLY

he respects boundaries of course but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try and test his limits a bit and mess with you

he's always trying to get you flustered

god forbid you're shorter than him because he will tease the shit outta you for it

when you two train together, mf goes on overdrive ESPECIALLY if you two happen to be sparring together

he'd hover over you and lean his face in ever so slightly while your talking to him just to get a rise outta you

TILT YOUR HEAD UP WITH ONE FINGER

"could you repeat that? i'm having a hard time hearing,"

SHEEEEEEEE

but you also make fun of him for being tall, so it checks out

whenever he says some slick shit you're just like-

"I'm sorry, what? That's funny coming from someone who's above the national average height. you're disgusting, tall man; shrink perhaps" ( if anyone knows what tiktok audio i'm referencing, i'm in love with you )

hope you have your casket ready because sero's gonna slaughter your ass for that shit

ok but one time while you two were partnered up for hero training, you got on his nerves and he tied you up and left you hanging and the mf just left

maaaan were you livid

15 minutes

15 minutes you were left up there while sero was doing god knows what

you gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the day and sero was genuinely distressed cus he didn't mean to make you so mad

but lucky for him, he always knows how to get you to smile no matter how sad or are or how angry you are with him

he shoots you a piece of tape with his handwriting on it

he made up some stupid, horribly written poem asking for your forgiveness and he's just looking at you the entire time you're reading it with an exaggerated pout

how can you say mad at him?

on the topic of him sending you notes on his tape

he'd totally leave pieces of his tape in really obscure places in your dorm or even under your desk

they'd be really stupid messages too like-

"you stink"

or a really random inside joke you two have that makes literally no sense but even just the thought of it makes you laugh to tears

he'd also leave little origami figures he made with his tape in random places for you to find too

or he'd just give them to you

you have a shelf specifically dedicated for the things sero has made for you ( and he's really touched you actually keep all his shitty arts and crafts projects )

in conclusion, sero is the best and he is my favorite and i'd die for him

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bonus: love languages!!

gift giving // giving

physical touch // giving and recieving

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If you guys want, i can elaborate on their love languages in another post! <3

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

[capsgrl]

Personal Angel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 7,903

Summary: Bucky Barnes joins the Avengers and finds himself drawn to the teams healer, but she’s keeping a secret. Will she finally heal him of the pain he experienced at the hands of Hydra.

Warnings: angst, blood, mentions of injury (only light detail), a couple of bad language words, let me know if I should add more.

Authors note: Please find 7k+ words of Bucky needing a hug and being the soft soldier he is. Reader is a healer and younger sibling of the Maximoff twins. Set after the events of Civil War except everyone loves each other and lives in harmony, nobody goes on the run. *breaks indicate change of POV*

Also posted on ao3

Growing up in Sokovia in a time of war was no picnic, but no matter how hard things were at times your parents gave you and your older twin siblings, Wanda and Pietro, the happiest childhood they possibly could. Until they couldn’t. Until tragedy struck and they were taken away from their three young children by a man named Stark.

Being the youngest, you looked up to the twins to guide you. They were your only family now and you’d follow them anywhere. So you did, you followed straight to Hydra and experiments in a science lab. There was never any doubt in your mind, wherever your family were, that’s where you belonged.

You were given the power of healing. With the help of the mind stone you were able to heal wounds and take the pain away from the injured. The first time you demonstrated your new powers to your handlers, the whole lab rejoiced. With your help, they now had an infallible army. The whole thing didn’t sit right with you, but your siblings assured you that it was a means to an end. Stark needed to pay for what he had taken from you.

It took a lot of practice for you to hone your skills. At first you couldn’t control them, and any time you touched someone, even accidentally, you would heal. The trouble with this was in order to heal them you absorbed their pain. It was only for a brief moment, but it was concentrated like a short, sharp burst. It was intense and it drained you, but eventually you learned to control it, and only use it when you chose to.

When Wanda and Pietro took off to begin their revenge plan they took you with them, but kept you hidden, kept you safe. It was only when they realised the true nature of the man, no robot, they were working for and switched to the side of good that they brought you out of the shadows and finally introduced you to the avengers. 

You went to Sokovia, helping to evacuate people and heal the injured. It was exhausting but these people were innocent and they deserved your help. You were so busy you didn’t have time for fear, but when Wanda stepped onto the bus, the look on her face scared you more than anything ever had. Something bad had happened it was clear as day. Your fears were confirmed when you looked behind her to Clint, a lifeless Pietro in his arms.

Your world had suddenly got a little smaller, three had become two and it hurt. But you knew that whatever you were feeling was nothing compared to the pain of your sister, losing her twin, a connection that you could never understand now severed, and you did the only thing you could do in that moment. You threw your arms around her and absorbed it all, the pain, the grief, everything. It was the last thing you remembered before collapsing to the floor.

The next time you opened your eyes you were staring at the ceiling of the Avengers compound. Your new home. Wanda had assured you that it was the best place for you both and you couldn’t deny you felt more peaceful here than anywhere you’d been since you lost your parents. 

You begged your sister not to reveal how your powers worked. Steve Rogers was a good man and wouldn’t want you to put yourself out for the team, but you wanted to help. She reluctantly agreed, on the condition that you promised not to reveal that you could heal emotional pain too. It always worried her that people would come to depend on you for their emotional needs, and the kind of affect it could have on your mental state. You readily agreed, and became an official Avenger, their resident healer, but your big sister also insisted you join her training with Steve and Natasha so you could learn to defend yourself.

The team continued to grow, until one day Steve introduced you to his latest recruit and best friend, Bucky Barnes. On the outside the man looked just like he did in the old photos you’d seen, just with slightly longer hair and a few more creases around his eyes. It was looking into his eyes that really gave away the changes. You could see a lifetime of pain and suffering in them, so much so that you knew no matter how similar he looked on the outside, he couldn’t be that same man on the inside.

You couldn’t imagine what it must be like for him to carry that pain around with him, and that thought alone spurred you on to do something that you’d not done since the day you comforted your grieving sister in Sokovia. You reached out your hand to shake his, and took just a little bit of that pain away.

B—-B

When Steve had asked him to come and stay with the team at the Avengers compound, Bucky was reluctant. After everything that happened in Berlin and with Tony he felt guilty. The Stark man had assured Steve that he understood that what happened to his parents was an act of The Winter Soldier and not Bucky, but he wasn’t ready to forgive yet.  He assured Steve that it was fine for the new team to take residence in the compound, and headed back to the home he shared with Pepper, vowing to return when the time was right.

Bucky was nervous when his pal had taken him to the common room to properly introduce him to the team members he’d fought beside and against at the airport, but they all seemed really understanding. Going round shaking hands with everyone, his eyes finally landed on you. Steve introduced you as Y/N, and as you took his hand and spoke a soft ‘nice to meet you’ he felt overcome with a warm, calm feeling. A feeling he’d not felt since he was a young man before the war. It was almost like peace. Being around you made him feel lighter.

He came to learn that you were a healer, coming down to the med bag whenever Dr Cho needed your help. He found he wasn’t surprised by that at all, there seemed to be an air of calm about you that was soothing, at least to him anyway, not that he would tell anyone that. He’d barely spoken to you since he’d arrived at the compound. That first time he met you, you excused yourself quickly after shaking his hand and scurried off to your room. He couldn’t really blame you, you were probably afraid of him and wouldn’t be the first person to feel that way. There was something about you that made Bucky want to get to know you, but he was still too fragile to try to forge new relationships, relying heavily on Steve when he needed company, but spending the majority of his time alone.

The first time Bucky saw you use your powers, he was mesmerised. Steve always insisted that the team headed straight to med bat after missions for a once over even if they felt fine, which is where he found himself after returning from a trickier than expected mission with Steve and Natasha. The sound of the door behind him opening caught his attention. 

“Hey Doc, what have we got today?”, you asked as you entered the room.

“Well, Miss Romanoff here took a bullet to the arm, no major damage has been done, and the bullet has been removed, but we could use some healing here if you don’t mind,” the Doctor said barely looking up from her clipboard.

“Of course. Hold still Nat,” you warned as you gently laid your hands over the injury site causing the Black Widow to wince. When you moved your hand away a moment later, Natasha’s arm looked as good as new. It was like witnessing a miracle.

The man was shaken out of his thoughts by your voice. “Want me to fix up that shiner you got there?”, you asked, pointing to the eye that was currently swollen to the point that it wasn’t fully open.

“Uh, no it’s OK, thank you though,” he uttered quietly “the serum will have this healed up in no time.” It was the truth, the serum healed him quickly just as it did Steve, although the throbbing in his head almost made him reconsider. But someone like him didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of such magic, he felt that he deserved to feel ever ounce of pain, no matter how many times his best friend tried to assure him that he didn’t.

“Well you know where I am if you change your mind.” She offered, reaching out to gently touch his forearm, and once again he felt a feeling of tranquility wash over him. It was like the warmth was spreading from the point that their skin touched, all through his body. He couldn’t stop staring at her hand, that is until she pulled it away and all but sprinted out of the door.

B—-B

You jolted awake, taking a minute to examine your surroundings before realising you were definitely still in your bed, in your room at the compound. It was the middle of the night and the sound of someone screaming had woken you. You strained to listen, and you couldn’t be sure but the screams sounded awfully like they were coming from Bucky. It was probably a nightmare you reasoned, but you decided to go check anyway, just in case. You crept down the hallway towards the sound which was indeed coming from the room belonging to the man in question. Deciding you needed to see with your own eyes that it was just a dream and not something more sinister, you gently pushed the door open and peeked in.

The sight you were met with almost broke your heart. Bucky was thrashing around, tangled in the sheets, and even in the dark you could see the wrinkled set of his brow. The dim light creeping in from the hallway illuminated the sweat covering his face, neck and the part of his chest that was peeking out from the covers. It was amazing that he hadn’t woken himself up yet you mused, but another loud wail shook you out of your thoughts. Spurring into action before you could second guess yourself, you ran lightly to his side and reached out to brush the hair from his damp forehead, and resting your fingers there as gently as you could, you began to absorb the pain. 

He visibly started to calm, the sounds stopping almost immediately and limbs slowly relaxing. You were starting to feel weak and knew that you needed to leave soon before you passed out on the floor next to his bed. You weren’t sure how you’d explain that away in the morning. When you felt like you couldn’t take anymore you pulled your hand back and stumbled back to your room, flopping onto your bed and crying yourself to sleep. The relaxed look on his face the next morning only cemented your plan in your mind. You would do everything you could to ease the nightmares for this tortured solider. A brief moment of pain was nothing compared to a whole night of reliving the worst moments of your life.

After the first few nights of creeping into the former assassins room you had managed to detect some sort of a pattern, and adjusted your sleep schedule accordingly. You didn’t dare tell Wanda what you were doing. You knew she didn’t approve of you using your power to emotionally heal people, further supported by the lecture you got when you’d tried to take her grief after Pietro died. The red head would be absolutely furious with you. 

You were exhausted from the late night healing sessions and were worried people would start noticing the bags under your eyes. You’d not done this much emotional healing before but it was worth it to see how much more relaxed Bucky was looking, and you weren’t the only one to notice, judging by the conversation you were listening in on in the kitchen that morning.

“Hey bud, you’re looking really well rested lately, have the nightmares finally stopped?”, Steve asked as he grabbed a water from the fridge, cooling off from his morning work out. 

“No, I don’t think they ever will to be honest. But they feel different now, duller if that makes sense? I dunno, I can’t explain it, but they don’t seem to wake me up anymore. I’ve not slept this well in decades.” He chuckled in response, following the man out of the kitchen.

You hid your smile behind your coffee cup before taking a sip and turning back to your breakfast but you could feel your sister's eyes on you, staring a hole into the side of your head. 

“Can I help you?”, you asked with exaggerated sweetness like only an annoying little sister could. You didn’t dare look at her though.

“I know what you’re doing.” She stated matter of factly.

“Hey, we had a deal, no looking in my mind without my permission”, you hissed at her angrily.

“I didn’t. I’ve seen you go into his room at night. You’re either healing his pain or fucking him,” she said with a raised eyebrow before smirking and adding “although both can have the same relaxing affect”. 

“I am not fucking him and please keep your voice down”, you whisper shouted. You thought you were being careful and suddenly panicked that someone else might have seen. 

“Why Y/N? You don’t even really know him so why are you risking your own health to fix his?”, your sister asked gently. She didn’t seem angry, just confused. 

“I don’t know. I just couldn’t bear the amount of pain I saw in his eyes the first time we met. Everything that happened to him, a lifetime of pain. I wanted to take it away, he doesn’t deserve it. And I know it’s exhausting and it’s not good for me blah blah blah but I can’t help it. I can’t stop myself.” You finished your rant by slumping back in your chair in defeat, your eyes staring at the ceiling. 

Of all things you expected Wanda to say, or possibly even yell, the last thing you expected was a quiet “Does he know?”. You shook your head and she sat silent for a moment, contemplating before adding “maybe you should get to know him. You know, make friends. You might find you can help him without using your powers.”

B—-B

Bucky sat on the quinjet waiting to take off for the next mission and couldn’t help feeling nervous. He’d been sleeping so well at the compound lately, but this mission would mean staying away for a few days and he was worried about his nightmares coming back when he was possibly sharing a room with his team mates. The only thing giving him comfort this time was that Y/N was joining the team. Steve had asked you to accompany them as the mission was expected to last a few days, and Bucky couldn't stop himself from smiling when he heard the news. Despite the fact that he’d hardly got to know you yet, your presence relaxed him more than he could explain. 

He must have been staring at you this whole time because the sounds of Steve clearing his throat broke him out of his reverie. Bucky turned to look at his friend and was met with a knowing look. “Go talk to her,” he encouraged. But he wasn’t feeling brave enough for that, and he didn’t even know what he’d say, so he just rolled his eyes and got to work sharpening his knives.

The mission had been a hard one, they were going to infiltrate three suspected Hydra bases and take them down, and it affected Bucky much more than he would care to admit. It didn’t help that he'd slept so poorly in the little basic rooms they’d stopped at in between. He thought logically that he’d sleep better sharing a room with his best friend, having the comfort of another person there, not being alone, but he didn’t. The nightmares plagued him again, worse than they’d been in a long time. 

He was agitated, he just wanted to get back to the only place he seemed to be able to sleep, and maybe sleep for a week. He sat leaning forward, elbows leaning on his knees, leg bouncing up and down, and was surprised when you sat down next to him. 

“Wanna talk about it?”, you whispered. His head whipped around to you so fast he's surprised his neck didn’t break. You must have noticed the stunned look on his face, because you quickly added “sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep. I just uh, I figured that this particular mission might have been harder for you than usual. I’m sorry again.” You looked away then, and Bucky was worried you were going to leave. He liked it when you were nearby, so he blurted out the first thing that came into his head “It was”. You looked at him again, this time with sadder eyes. It felt like you were reading his mind, but he was sure you didn’t have that power. “I’m not ready to talk about it, I’m sorry, but thank you. For asking I mean. I appreciate it.”

“I understand. But if you do ever want to talk, about anything, I’m a great listener.” You reached out then, placing your hand in his bouncing knee to stop the movement and he felt it, that familiar warmth spreading from where you touched him, through his whole body, relaxing him. He couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his cheeks, it was like it was involuntary. He turned to look at you then, and you were smiling right back, a soft warm smile. You were so close that he could smell your shampoo and it was intoxicating. Your eyes fluttered slightly and he looked down at your lips. He didn’t even know you but he was suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss you. 

Unfortunately, the moment was broken by a voice that never failed to irritate the super soldier. “Quit making eyes with Y/N man. We need you up front.” 

“Coming Wilson,” he sighed as he turned and watched you all but run away. You slept the rest of the flight home. 

Once the jet landed, Bucky went straight to his room to shower and nap. Feeling much more human now, he ventured to the kitchen for food where he once again saw Sam.

“So you and Y/N huh,” he smirked, folding his arms and leaning back against the counter next to where Bucky was working on a sandwich. “Sorry if I interrupted a moment there. She’s a sweet girl though, I think she’d be good for you.”

Despite his usual irritation with the man, Bucky found that he was actually a really good person to talk to, his experience with social work meaning he often had useful advice. “I like her,” he admitted. “I can’t explain it, I just feel better when she’s around, but I don’t know how to talk to her. One minute I think she wants to talk and then she runs away from me. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“Well, you are an intense dude”, Sam laughed. “Seriously though, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Just talk to her, keep it light, ‘hey how’s it going”, you know that sort of thing.” 

Bucky was about to respond when he heard someone call his name. He turned to see Wanda in the doorway, and he could feel his cheeks heat up at being caught talking about her sister. “We need to talk” she stated, in a tone that caused Sam to grab his food and scarper with a quiet good luck on his way out.

“Wanda, I’m not sure how much you heard but…” Bucky started, but was quickly cut off by the red heads raised hand. 

“There’s something you don’t know about Y/N. Healing physical injuries isn’t the only power she has, she can also take away emotional pain.”

Bucky was stunned and couldn’t seem to form a more comprehensive response than “wow, I didn’t know”.

“Nobody knows except me, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone. When she takes the emotional pain away, she absorbs it, and I don’t want her to become an emotional crutch for anyone, I’m afraid that it will affect her mental state negatively. I know the team would never intentionally hurt her, but I can’t risk it. You understand right?”

“Of course, I won’t tell a soul. But why are you telling me this, aren’t you worried I’ll do just that?” Bucky questioned.

“You already are, you just don’t know it”, Wanda quipped. “She’s been healing you. At night when she hears you having nightmares she comes in and takes the pain away. All it takes is a touch, and I suspect she might be doing it at other times too, although I couldn’t be sure”.

Suddenly everything makes sense now. Why he always felt better in your presence. He thought you were just a tactile person but all those gentle touches that warmed his heart were times you were healing him. You were the reason he was sleeping so soundly at night. 

“I swear I had no idea Wanda, you gotta believe me”, he pleaded. 

“I do, I think. But I just wanted you to know, because everytime she takes your pain away, she feels it. Only for a moment, but the worse the pain for the person, the more intensely she feels it. It’s really draining her, and I don’t want to begrudge you the comfort but she’s my sister and I’m worried”.

Bucky felt absolutely awful. He’d never want to inflict his pain on anyone else, even for a moment, especially not someone as good as you. Someone who helped him so selflessly. It was his cross to bear, he made his bed and he intended to lie in it. Cold and alone. “I won’t let her do it anymore”, he swore to Wanda before leaving her alone in the kitchen with his sandwich. He’d suddenly lost his appetite. 

B—-B

Things had been weird since your first mission, you could feel it. Bucky had been avoiding you like the plague, and you felt terrible. You’d wanted to get to know him, to try to be friends like Wanda suggested, but you’d gone about it the wrong way and clearly upset him. He’d even taken to locking his bedroom door at night preventing you from soothing his nightmares. You were sure he wasn’t sleeping again, but you’d not seen so much as a glimpse of him in weeks so couldn’t verify that. 

Why would he lock his door at night? The bedrooms were in a secure floor so there was no danger of intruders and FRIDAY would alert you all anyway. Then it struck you. Did he know? Had he found out that you’d be coming in his room at night to heal him? There’s no way he could know surely, unless someone had told him. Just then Wanda came into the common room and plopped herself down on the couch next to you, and you remembered how protective your big sister could be.

“I’ve not seen Bucky around recently, have you spoken to him at all?”, you asked nonchalantly. “Nope,” was all the answer you got. 

“You sure about that?”, you pressed, giving her your best sister stare down. The look on her face told you everything you needed to know. “Wanda! How could you? Jesus he must be so mad at me, no wonder he’s not speaking to me”, you shouted incredulously. 

“I’m sorry, but I was worried about what you were doing to yourself. You're my baby sister and I love you. If you wouldn’t listen to me I thought you might listen to him.”

“We’ll he’s not even speaking to me now so that was a big fail sis, well done,” you seethed. At that moment Steve and Sam walked in.

“Oh I wondered why tin man’s been so mopey lately, lovers quarrel?” Sam questioned teasingly. Steve elbowed him in the side lightly and pointed down the corridor. “He’s in the gym,” the soldier added by way of explanation. 

As soon as you reached the gym you could see how tired Bucky looked through the glass door. His eyes were dark and heavy, his eyebrows turned down and his hits weren’t landing on the punch bag with their usual impact. 

You stepped in quietly, then thought better of sneaking up on a super soldier and cleared your throat. “Hi Bucky, can we talk a minute?”

The man looked up and then tiredly gestured to the bench at the side of the room where his bag was sat. He sat down and started unwrapping his flesh hand. He was obviously waiting for you to speak first so you took a deep breath to steady yourself and started.

“Firstly, I just wanted to apologise. I know that Wanda told you about me, uh, you know…” you trailed off. God this was embarrassing. “I’m so sorry. I realise that was a total violation of your privacy and also really creepy, but I promise you it was coming from a good place. I was trying to help not, you know, be a peeping Tom or anything.” You blushed at that, remembered the times you’d seen his beautiful chiselled pecs, and those gorgeous biceps and powerful thighs whenever they poked out of the covers. He didn’t need to know about those thoughts.

He chuckled at that and you felt yourself relax slightly. “Trust me, that is one of the least creepy things that’s happened to me in my 100 odd years, doll. Apology accepted”.  You couldn’t help but chuckle back.

“Well thank you. I assume that's the reason you’ve been avoiding me?” You questioned nervously. When he shook his head your heart sank. Did you do something else? Then it hit you. “Of course me healing you without your consent is equally as weird, so again I apologise. I just wanted to help but I can see that I probably went about it all wrong.”

Bucky shook his head vehemently then. “God no, you think I’m mad at you? How could I be mad at you, you’ve got a heart of gold and you have helped me so much since Steve brought me here. Honestly, I don’t think I’d have felt so comfortable here if it hadn’t been for you. I could never understand why I always felt so at peace around a near stranger, but as soon as Wanda explained your powers to me it all made sense. But I would never want to hurt you Y/N, and the thought of you taking on just a fraction of this pain made me feel awful. You don’t deserve that and me avoiding you was just me trying to protect you.”

You were relieved at his confession. He wasn’t mad. You sighed and relaxed fully leaning back against the wall. “I promise you it’s not that bad.  Most of the time. It only lasts for a moment, and sometimes if it’s only mild pain I barely even feel it. Like when I heeled Steve’s bruised ribs on that overnight because he couldn’t sleep. I hardly even flinched,” you said bumping your shoulder with his. “But if you don’t want me to do it anymore, I promise I won’t.” 

“Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate what you’ve been doing for me. More than you could know. But I think it’s about time I tried to overcome these demons on my own.” You nodded at that. He had a point, you had become a crutch without him even knowing. You got up to leave when he grabbed your hand to stop you. “If I’m doing this, I think I’m gonna need a friend. What do ya say?” He asked, looking up at you with a hopeful grin. 

“I’d love to be your friend”, you replied. If you couldn’t help him with your power, offering moral support would be the next best thing. 

B—-B

The months after your talk in the gym had been the best in Bucky’s long life. You’d really started to relax around him, the conversations came easy, both when you were all with the team and if you were hanging out alone.

It was the times that you hung out alone he enjoyed the most. He could really be himself then, without worrying about knowing looks from Steve and Sam, or worrying whether Wanda was going to try and read his mind to find out his intentions with her sister. He wasn’t even sure he was ready to confront those feelings himself. He told himself that he just wanted to get to know you, but deep in his heart he knew that he was falling for you. 

You laughed together, he told you stories about life in the 30s and 40s, his family, a young pre-serum Steve, and anything else you wanted to know. In turn you taught him all about modern technology, helped him pick out some more modern day clothes and even took him to get a haircut. He couldn’t help but notice the way you stared for a little too long when he came out with his hair cropped shorter, before nodding that you liked it. 

The nightmares were back and almost as aggressive as before, but when he walked out into the kitchen one night to make himself a tea and found Y/N sat there waiting for him with one already made, he found himself opening up to you. He’d never tell you all the gory details that plagued his mind at night, but even revealing just a little bit of those late night visions and the feelings that followed, made him feel better. You never judged, just listened, and not even the thought that Sam was right about how he should talk about his feelings more could diminish that safe feeling he had with you. 

You’d even started touching him again, completely innocent touches like leaning your head on his shoulder, linking your hand through his arm when you were walking around town, but still sending a warmth through his body like you were healing him. And maybe you were healing him, he thought, just without using your powers. 

Steve and Sam had been bugging him for a while to ask you out properly, but for some reason today when they started their usual post run chorus of ‘when are you going to ask Y/N out’, he was feeling bold and said he’d do it today.

So that’s where he found himself an hour later, after showering, changing and pacing circles in his room to try and gain back some of the quickly waning courage. He knocked on your door and waited nervously. You answered and invited him in, and he mentally chastised himself for not bringing flowers. He was nervous, but decided to just suck it up and power through. 

“Hey doll, uh I just wanted to ask, see I’ve enjoyed hanging out with you these last few months, more than I’ve enjoyed anything in a really long time.” He was messing this up he knew it, and you were just stood there staring at him and not speaking. The young Bucky from the 40s who was charming and good with the ladies mentally kicked him to get on with it. He could do this. So he continued. “So I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to dinner with some time.” He finally let out a breath and tried to relax whilst he waited for your response.

“Like a date?”, you asked and you looked shocked and he panicked, thinking he’d got all the signs wrong and wondering how he could back track when you smiled and said “I’d love to go out for dinner with you, definitely as a date. I honestly thought you’d never ask, like ever.”

Bucky finally relaxed at that. You said yes, you wanted to go out with him. He didn’t think he could be any happier right now. “Good. Great! I’m going on a mission with Steve and Sam tomorrow so how’s Friday night?”

“Perfect”, you smiled and he honestly didn’t think he’d ever get over seeing you smile at him like that. He was head over heels.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d agree, so I didn’t actually come up with a plan. I’ll text you OK?” He assured you as he backed out the door, wanting to keep looking at you as long as he could. When he got through the doorway he stopped, still smiling like an idiot. You walked up to the door, stood up on your tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. “I can’t wait Buck”, you whispered as you stepped back and shut the door. 

B—-B

The short 2 day mission turned out to be the next big bad, and the three men had ended up having to radio in for back up. It was going to be all hands on deck, which meant that when the second quinjet arrived you were on it. Wanda had asked you to stay behind but you wanted to help, and especially wanted to be there in case a certain someone needed you. 

You were out in the field helping get innocent bystanders to safety and healing up the Avengers so they could get back into the fight. You could feel it taking a toll on your body, your steps becoming more slow and sluggish as time went on. After getting a young family to safety you turned to head back to the next victim needing help when you saw what appeared to be an axe flung in your direction. You froze, your brain tired from all the healing you’d done and not thinking fast enough. 

What you weren’t prepared for was the shove you felt at your side, sending you toppling to the ground. You scrambled up to see the sight of Bucky, laying on the ground at your feet, the weapon in question lodged firmly in his stomach. 

“No no no, Bucky what did you do?!” You screamed as you dropped to your knees to assess the damage. Steve and Wanda were at your side in an instant, the rest of the team continuing the fight around you. You felt panicked, terrified of the sight in front of you as the blood flowed out of the wound and over your hands at a steady rate. You knew exactly what you needed to do, and you needed to do it now before it was too late and the blood loss became too much.

Taking in a big breath you steeled yourself and started giving out orders. “Steve, I need you to remove the axe, and Wanda, you need to put up a shield to protect us from further damage while I heal him. Ok, on three guys, one…” but before you could count any further the man in question croaked out your name. “Doll please, it’s OK, just let me go. I’m old, it’s my time.” 

The fact that he would even suggest such a thing made you livid. “Bucky, how could you say that? You saved me, so now I’m going to save you and we don’t have time to argue this,” you shouted as your knees started to become damp with his blood. 

“C’mon Buck, let her do it. She does it all the time, no big deal right,” Steve encouraged, clapping you in the shoulder whilst you nodded your head in agreement.

Wanda rested her hand gently on your shoulder then, an action that you were sure was meant to soothe, but only irritated you as you knew exactly what was coming. “You’ve never healed a wound this severe before, you don’t know what it will do to you.” 

At Steve’s confused look your sister began a quick explanation on how your powers truly worked but you drowned the conversation out as Bucky weakly reached a hand up to your face. “Please Y/N,” he begged, “I don’t wanna hurt you, I love you. Just let me go.” But hearing those three words, from the man you loved, a man who was fading in front of you, just further cemented your decision in your mind. Looking at the Captain beside you, you whispered “Steve, please” and you knew you had him. He nodded grimly and on the count of three he lifted the axe, and you replaced it with your hands.

As you placed your hands over the oozing wound, you tried to concentrate everything you had into the prone man’s body, every ounce of love and every morsel of strength you had left in you. You sent a silent prayer up to heaven that you’d get to tell this man you loved him too and share your first kiss. You could feel your body weakening, and were vaguely aware that the steady flow over your hands seemed to be slowing, but you couldn’t hold it much longer, and you hoped it would be enough. Suddenly the overwhelming urge to sleep invaded your senses and you collapsed right there on top of Bucky’s chest.

You awoke to the sound of beeping. Your eyelids felt heavy and it took a few moments for you to blink them fully open, but when you finally did you were greeted by the sight of your older sister.

“Oh god, I’m so relieved you’re awake!” She cried brushing your hair off of your forehead in a motherly gesture. 

“Bucky,” you managed to croak out through your dry mouth. Wanda handed you a sip of water before answering. “He’s fine. He’s currently receiving blood to replace what he lost but you did it, you healed him. Dr Cho called it a miracle.” 

“Oh thank god,” you sighed “and the battle?” 

“We won,” your sister informed you “and you young lady are going to be fine. The doc ran extensive tests and seems to think that you just kind of passed out from the pain, and then went into a deep sleep from the shock. But it could have been much worse, you need to be more careful.”

“In this line of work?” You joked, causing her to roll eyes. “When can I get out of here?” 

At that moment, your Captain stepped into the room. “The doctor will be in to give you a once over in a moment, then you’re good to go,” he informed you. “I was just wondering if I could have a moment?” He asked tentatively. Your sister excused herself and left the two of you alone. 

Steve sat down in the now empty chair. He looked tired, and you guessed he must have been sat by Bucky’s side for a good while. You were glad he had someone there. 

“I wanted to thank you Y/N,” he started. “If you hadn’t been there, I would have lost my best friend all over again. The fact that it caused you so much hurt to heal him, well that is something I can never repay. I feel terrible for letting you do it, it was selfish of me.” He looked so guilty that it made you sad. 

“I was going to do it anyway Steve, whether you agreed or not. There’s just no way I could have sat there and let him go.” You could feel the tears welling in your eyes at the thought of things ending before they’d even really started.

You knew Steve understood, after everything he’d been through to get his friend back he knew exactly how you felt. “Well I’m extremely grateful for that stubborn streak of yours, but now that Wanda’s filled me in on all the facts surrounding your gift we’re going to have to have a conversation about some new work protocols,” the man scolded, his captain's voice firmly back. Clearly reading the sense of dread in your face he added, “but now we have more pressing matters. There’s someone down the hall that’s desperate to see you.”

B—-B

Bucky was fed up. He hated hospitals, he’d spent far too many years of his life being poked and prodded and he was done with it. He’d laid in this bed for 2 days waiting for you to wake up and he couldn’t help but replay the last time he saw you in his mind.

He was laying on the ground, a pain searing through his stomach, when suddenly he felt a familiar warmth. A warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time, spreading from the wound throughout his whole body. This time though, the feeling was different, it was more somehow. He’d never really believed in god, or any kind of divine being, not after everything that happened to him in the past. But that feeling, he could only imagine it was how it would feel to be touched by an angel. Suddenly the pain was gone but he could still feel a heavy weight on his chest. He looked down to discover the weight he was feeling was you.

Bile had risen in this throat when he realised what had happened. Y/N had healed him, hurting yourself in the process. Wanda was shaking you, trying to wake you. Steve was checking your pulse, assuring the redhead that it was still very much there. He lifted you off Bucky’s chest, and carried you quickly to the quinjet. Wanda helped the injured soldier up and to the jet too, where he sat next to you holding your hand until Steve landed back at the compound, the medics ready to greet you all straight from the ramp. 

Bucky hadn’t seen you since they’d whisked you away for testing. They’d taken him to a separate room where he was given blood to make up for what he’d lost on the battlefield. He kept asking if you were OK and if he could see you, but was told to stay put until they knew more. 

As he laid there with his eyes closed his thoughts were interrupted by footsteps, followed by Steve’s voice. “You have a visitor,” he announced simply. 

Bucky sighed, not feeling up for visitors at the moment. “If it’s bird brain again tell him I’m dead” he grouched. Not hearing the comeback he was expecting from his sharp tongued friend, he opened his eyes, and almost pinched himself to check if he was dreaming. 

“You’re awake, oh god doll are you ok?” He asked, trying to get out of bed and go to you, forgetting about his IV and the other wires connected to him. 

“Stay put,” you said rushing towards him, gently pushing him back into the bed. “I’m fine, just had a nice long sleep.”

“You scared the shit outta me. I told you to let me go. My life is not worth more than yours.” Suddenly aware that his fear could be mistaken for anger he softened his voice. “But thank you. I owe you everything.”

You just smiled back at him that beautiful smile he worried he’d never see again. “Actually, you just owe me a date.” You reached out your hand to hold his and he couldn’t resist placing a kiss in your knuckles. “As soon as I’m all fixed up and out of here, I’m all yours.” And he was. He knew now that he would only ever be yours for as long as you’d have him. 

You stayed and chatted with him a while longer, never letting go of his hand, but after a while he could see your eyes falling. “Go home doll, you need your rest,” he tried to encourage.

“I am tired but I just don’t want to go,” you pouted.

“Well, you could hop up here and take a nap next to me. It’s a small bed though we might have to snuggle real close”, he suggested with his most charming smile.

“Sounds perfect,” you smiled sleepily. You took off your shoes and climbed up in the bed next to him. He lifted the blanket for you to slip under, and you immediately rested your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around to hold you close. He thought you’d fallen asleep, and he laid there watching your steady breaths until you spoke again. “When I was healing you, all I could think about was the fact that I’d never told you I loved you and I’d never kissed you, and I knew that if I never saw you again it would be my biggest regret. So I’m telling you now. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispered before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss that he’d been dying for since he met you. Your lips were so soft, and your body felt so warm and so right pressed against him. The kiss started out slow and loving, Bucky pouring all the love he felt into it, but when you slipped your hand up to gently tug on the hair at the nape of his neck and deepening the kiss, things got a bit more heated. The sound you made when your tongues finally met was almost enough to make him lose control and he slid his hand down from where it was stroking your lower back over your hip and down to your thigh. He was just about to pull your leg up and over his so he could show you just how much you were affecting him when you were interrupted by an alarm. You pulled back, panic on your face and he couldn’t help but laugh. “You just got my heart racing,” he teased, nodding at the heart rate monitor that was slowly calming back down.

You laughed then and gently shoved his shoulder. You were now both lying on your sides facing each other. “Well, that’s one item ticked off the bucket list,” you quipped, before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “To be continued,” you joked as you wiggled your eyebrows, “now let’s sleep.”

As you both snuggled back down in the tiny hospital bed, Bucky kissed the top of your hair and whispered quietly “goodnight angel.” He would never admit it to anyone but he’d missed the feeling of you healing him, the warm feeling that engulfed him when your power flowed through him was like nothing he’d ever felt before, he could understand why Wanda was concerned that people would come to rely on it too much.

But as you laid there asleep in his arms a different kind of warmth enveloped him, and as he slipped off into a restful sleep he realised that he didn’t need your powers to heal him, your love was enough, his personal angel. 

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“Y/N! Where are you?! You’ve been ignoring our texts!!”

“You’re worrying people, woman! Answer us!”

The duo searched all over for you but it was like you vanished. Until they noticed the light on in the bathroom connected to your room. Eijiro snatched the key above the doorframe and unlocked the door, cautiously opening it. You were on the floor, shaking, crying uncontrollably and rocking back and forth. When you noticed them, you wanted to scream at them to get out but you couldn’t find the energy to move.

“What happened?” Eijiro immediately rushed to you, checking your body for any signs of injury. “Did something happen?”

You tried to steady your breathing, looking for all the tiny CareBears you decorated the room with bus they were all smudged from your tears.

“Talk to us, Y/N. The kids have been wondering where you are…” Bakugou said, walking off into your room.

“I…I messed up again.” You sputtered, clutching your knees. “I’m sorry, I made a mistake and I’m trying to fix it…”

Kirishima helped you stand, walking you out of what felt like a claustrophobic area, the air becoming so much more thin and breathable. He sat you on your chair, taking deep breaths with you until you were ready to talk again.

“I went to a party with some friends, I thought I was ready to go, but I-!” You looked at Bakugou as he held a bottle of medication. Your world stopped, realizing everything you were building was cracking into shards of despair. You let out a wail of pure despair; you couldn’t ever forgive yourself for such a dumb mistake.

“I took them from a girl’s bag at the party! I couldn’t stop myself! I’ve been taking them for weeks, and I was around the kids with them! I don’t trust myself with them anymore… so I tried to stay away from you guys to solve it myself.” You broke down, your eyes becoming puffy and red, your vision blurring and burning from the overwhelming guilt flooding you.

You didn’t think it’d get this bad; just get a little stress relief from how difficult life was right now, take one whenever you felt too much at the moment. You didn’t think you’d be seen high from them by your kids, them wondering what happened and why you hurt yourself. You tried to keep everyone away but now you were in your green chair, sobbing in front of your partners.

“Listen, I don’t know what goes through your head, but it’s not your fault. It wasn’t you who took them, it was the part that still thinks you need them.” Bakugou looked at you with a stern look, “Do you need these?”

You quickly shook your head, stumbling over excuses.

“Then it’s ok. You want to get sober, to be coherent for the kids, their dance recitals, soccer games, band concerts or whatever the fuck they decide to do when their older. You want it, you want the real you there. Not the you that’s in this bottle and every bag and needle some supplier has.” He said.

“Katsuki’s right. It’s wasn’t you who grabbed those, and won’t ever be you. You have a support system, you’re strong and it’s not your fault.” Kirishima told hold of your hand. “I’ll be here, if you wanna call, text or meet up. I got you.”

“You don’t think it’s my fault?…” You looked at them with big eyes, so confused by them.

“It’s just what happens, you didn’t know what you were doing when you were thirteen, and nobody takes stuff seriously at fifteen. Now you’re taking all your actions seriously and that’s all that matters in this situation. Plus, you hurt yourself and not another person.” Bakugou said, throwing the bottle in the trash. “As long as you don’t act like that, like you’re fine with hurting people to feed this, it’ll be ok.”

You wiped the wet stains off you face, looking in the doorway as you heard the security system announce the front door had been opened. Little feet scampered through the house, a little rugrat charging toward you, arms outstretched.

“Mama!!!!”

You picked up the girl, putting on a smile for the little thing, her sharp teeth gleaming.

“We’ve been looking for you!” She squealed. Another set of feet came after her, telling her to come here.

“Sorry, she’s really fast, quirk and all.” A boy stood in the doorway, pushing back his glasses and frizzy hair. He caught his breath and quickly snatched up the other booger who attempted to barge in the room.

“Nooo! Put me downnnn!” She shouted, using her white hair to smack her brother. The two tussled and wiggled for a bit until you took her, then got a good look at her hair.

“Why is her…” You stopped yourself, staring at the redhead and blonde who both knew they’d been busted.

The girls hair was cut, pieces of it had been colored on with marker, crayon and a few had been dipped in paint….

You tried to hold your laughter, telling the three to go in the living room, letting you yell at the boys who tried to sneak out.

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“Ok, now you can come up!” Kirishima waved to the little girl who now had her white hair cut short. She bounded up on the bed, snuggling into Bakugou’s back, a cheeky grin on her face. The man sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get her off till morning. Your son chuckled as he set his glasses to the side, wrapping himself in a blanket. Your other daughter was fast asleep, suckling on her thumb, and dreaming of sugar. You poked at your son, asking him how things went and he shrugged.

“They held it down, beside Kaila and her hair.” He said. You nodded, pulling him toward you.

“Anyone you wanna tell me about? Boy, girl, human?”

His face lit up in embarrassment and you giggled quietly. You eased his anxiety, saying you won’t pry him for answers and told him to get some sleep.

Soon all of you fell asleep, snuggled into each other as you slept, blankets and pillows all over your bed. This is what you all did when someone had an exceptionally bad day or just wanted to bond, a nice family thing.

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bratty little ; preferences

warnings — GASLIGHTING, DDLG, swearing, mentions of punishment, spanking, choking, vibrator, threats of abandoning someone, swear words, allusions to smut

characters — dark!andy barber, dark!steve rogers, dark!ransom drysdale, dark!bucky barnes, dark!lance tucker,  dark!clark kent, dark!syverson, dark!august walker

a/n — THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH DARK THEMES WITH DDLG DYNAMICS,, do not interact if youre not 18+,, i know the visual for bucky’s preference is for like when you go potty but imagine it on a dining chair okay?? ok.. lmk what you think!

their love language | with their little | when you’re insecure | slipping into little space | fussy | happy hoelidays | cartoons | obssessed | little rules | innocent little

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“Dada!” Y/N shrieked out loud from where she was seated on the living room floor while she played with her toys, the sounds coming from the television were quieter in comparison to the wail she let out. When her screaming failed to get a reaction from the lawyer — Andy knew that he gave her everything she needed so there was no possible thing that she could possibly need at the moment —  whose eyes were only focused on either his laptop screen or on the paperworks for the case he was assigned to. She then held her stuffie in her hand then threw it at the busy man; upon seeing the stuffed animal land on his workspace he turned to her with a deep frown on his face, “Petal, don’t throw your stuffies at me; unless you want me to throw them away in the garbage?” She was about to speak but when he raised an eyebrow  at her, “Are you that ungrateful for everything that dada gives you?” With that, she then brought her attention back to the show.

“That’s what I thought,” Andy mumbled as his eyes focused once again on scanning the computer. But his focus was short-lived as another stuffie hit his forehead — and that was the final straw. Pushing himself off from the table he walked over to where his usually obedient girl was and kneeled down to level with her, “I said to behave, petal — and I asked nicely right?” Seeing the veins become even more prominent on his neck turned her on and it was even made apparent when she shyly looked down on the floor as she told him, “I just wanted you to pay attention to me, dada.” Her statement had him amused as smirked at her while filthy thoughts ran around his head, “Well you not only got my attention,” She flashed a hopeful grin at him before it was replaced with a horrified look when he added, “You have a punishment waiting for you.”

“Daddy! I told you to come play with me,” She whined as she stomped her foot and crossed her arms. Fastening the screw on his bike, August could only huff in annoyance as he heard his little one whine, “And I told you to wait a while, little one. Didn’t daddy teach you to be patient?” This just angered Y/N even more — she was excited that he was home following a month-long mission wherein he was sent somewhere in Europe and wanted nothing more than to make up for lost time. While the Hammer did want to spend time with her, he just wanted to fix something in his bike since he has been putting that off for a while now. “If you don’t want to play with me, I’m gonna go play with myself!” She huffed out as she strutted out of the garage and into the inside of their home. Confused with her statement, he didn’t know if she meant that in a little way or in a big girl way; either way it had him fed up with her attitude. Dropping the tools on the floor as it made a loud noise, he then washed his hands with the sink before making his way inside to search for her.

“Where are you, little one?” He called out; and almost instantly she replied to him, “In the playroom!” Leave it to her to still be extremely needy for his presence despite being a rascal. Entering the bedroom that was transformed as her playroom, he kneeled behind her as his lips grazed the shell of her ear while one hand trailed over the front of her neck, “Did little one not learn her lesson?” Feeling his breath tickle her skin made her halt her movements as she was playing with the tea set he had gifted her when he returned from Paris after a two-month deployment. “I just wanted daddy to spend time with me,” She nervously gulped down, “Missed you too much.” He knew she had good intentions, but that didn’t excuse her behaviour; and he made it clear by tightening his grip on her neck by pushing his fingers down on the sides of her neck as he whispered, “I missed you too but you don’t see me getting all whiny now do you?” The iron grip he had on her neck allowed minimal movement as she shook her head no as she got even more ansty at that thought of what might follow. “Here I was ready to reward you — I've been watching the camera footage of you and noticed how you obeyed all of daddy’s rules.”

“Tătic, I wanna go out in the park!” Y/N whined as Bucky was hauling her over his left shoulder, into their shared living quarters. Using his metal hand, he swatted her bum softly as he scolded her, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough playtime today? It’s about time you spent some time with your daddy, sweetie.” When placing her back on her feet, she turned around to head for the door; the super soldier’s strength allowed him to prevent her sprinting figure from leaving him. “I’m gonna give you one last time to behave and stop wanting to go to the park, sweetheart,” He sternly scolded her, but she only persisted harder as her smaller hands hit against his chest as she wailed out, “Wanna go to the park! Wanna go out and play, tătic!” Continuously repeating those two sentences, Bucky has had enough of her whining state as he carried her once more and placed her on the dining chair she dreaded the most.

“Wanna be a fucking brat?” He muttered under his breath as he strapped the belt just right under her breasts before joining the lock on her thighs — effectively restricting her movement and there was no way for her to break free from it since there was a padlock to both belts, “Then I’ll treat you like a fucking brat.” Y/N was now full on sobbing as she sat on the chair and looked at the Avenger with a pout, “Just wanna play more with Peter and Wanda and Steve!” She managed to get out in between hiccups; Bucky levelled his face with her with a mocking pout of his own, “Is that what you want, sweetheart?” She nodded her head desperately as trashed around the restraints, wanting to rip it off of her. “But little sweeties like you don’t get to decide for themselves. That’s why you have your tătic, remember?” Deep down inside her, she knew he was right; so she remained silent as tears continued to race down her cheeks. Bucky used his flesh hand to wipe her face off as he kissed her forehead lovingly, “And I think it’s about time you ate some snacks hm? How about some of those cookies we baked?”

“Doll? You called for me?” Steve peered his head from the door of her playroom; he was currently going over the file Sam sent over to him when his little doll shrieked out loud for him, and he rushed over to the next door as he thought that something bad had happened to her. Low and behold there she was smiling widely as she was sitting on the floor while playing with her train and car set, “Hi, sir.” Puzzled with her behaviour he knelt down to level with her as he pressed the back of his palms to her forehead and neck — checking her temperature as he asked, “Are you alright, doll? Are you sick? Why did you call me?” Sheepishly grinning at him, she shrugged her shoulders, “Nothing, sir. Just wanted to see how you were.” Thinking that she was concerned with his well-being, he cooed as he kissed her forehead, “‘M doing good, doll. Just need to work for a bit before we spend some time together okay?”

“Yes, sir,” She saluted, making Steve laugh as he exited the room and headed back to his office. A few minutes into reading the file, he once again heard her yell out for him, “Sir! Come over here!” He went back to her playroom, “What’s wrong, doll?” He didn’t see anything wrong or out of place since the last time he was in here — she was still sitting on the floor as she was playing with her toys. Peering up at him as she batted her lashes, “Missed you, sir.” The former Avenger had to sigh out loud before answering her, “You know I have to work right? I need to finish my work before being with you?” This upset her as she threw the toys she was playing with on the floor as she crossed her arms, “I don’t want you to work! I wanna be with my sir!” It was adorable to see her in such a needy state for him; but that didn’t excuse her  for disrupting his work and for flinging her toys on the floor. Walking over to where she was, he carried her with him to his office, “Okay doll, you get to sit on sir’s lap as he works — does that sound good?” Nodding her head up and down against his broad chest, she squealed excitedly and hugged his torso; her cheerful reaction however, was short-lived as she quickly whined out in complaint when he said, “Though I will have to punish you for disturbing me and for throwing your toys, doll. You get no cummies for a week and some spanks later, okay?”

“Can we go now, Captain?” Y/N asked as she batted eyelashes sweetly at her boyfriend as she had her arm hooked tenderly around his muscular one. Leaning over to whisper in her ear, his beard tickled her skin a bit as he answered, “You know we can’t just go yet, baby girl.” It had only been a half hour after he had been given a medal for his service during his time in the army and now they were currently eating their meal as Sy chatted with one of his former superiors. Since she didn’t know anyone else, she let her eyes wander around the venue as she currently wasn’t conversing with anyone. Wanting to relieve her dry throat, she drank a bit of the water and noticed how Sy’s superior excused himself to go to the bathroom; wanting to take advantage, she then traced the newly added medal on his uniform, “So shiny, Captain.” Her small, fascinated voice caught his attention and he kissed her forehead, “Like it, baby girl?” In an instant, her mood changed as she bluntly confessed, “Not really; just wanna go home now. That’s what I like! Wanna play with my shiny toys,” She whined, referring to the iPad he ordered her to leave at home since she wasn’t allowed to use it for this event.

“If you continue to act like this then I might just ban you from using your shiny toy for a month,” Sy exhaled angrily as he gripped her thigh through her dress tightly, leaving his handprint on her skin. Shocked with his sudden display of aggressiveness — especially since they were in public — she nodded but still managed to whimper, “Don’t wanna be here anymore, Cap’n. Wanna go home now.” Seeing how restless she was being, he decided to play around with it as smirked at her after setting the vibrator that was nested in her pussy to at the highest setting, “Well if you stay still for the rest of the hour, we’re gonna go home and I’m gonna reward you for your great behaviour.” Looking down on her phone, she gasped out loud when she read the time as 9:01 pm and whimpered as she realized the long hour ahead of her.

“Time for bed, little angel!” Lance declared after dressing his baby up in her onesie. Despite having just taken a bath, she sprinted off from the bathroom and onto her playroom; the gymnast was surprised when his girl left him alone while he had his back turned away from her as he was keeping the lotion and brush he had used on her. “What the? Angel, where are you?” Walking out of their shared bedroom, he opened the door to her playroom and yet she wasn’t there. Hearing the soft chatter coming from the television, he then went to the living room where he spotted her best girl watching her favorite cartoon. “Didn’t I tell you it was time to go to bed, angel?”

“Don’t wanna go to bed, papa,” Y/N calmly said as she snuggled into the couch even more. Taking a seat beside her, he placed her in his lap; she was instantly squirming away from his lap for she knew that he was gonna put a stop to her watching. “Wanna watch, papa! Don't’ wanna sleep!” Lance swiftly smacked her bum, hoping to calm her down, but it just made her wiggle away even more from the gold medallist. “Not going to sleep, papa,” She sassed as she pouted while her eyes were glued to the screen. Feeling his patience wear thin due to how she was being , he grabbed her by the cheeks, making her look down on his fierce, angered features, “This isn’t my angel whom I’m talking to. I think this is someone else’s little brat,” He observed as his thumb ran across her lips, “Might have to ask around for who owns this little brat so they can go back to their respectful caregiver.” Terrified at the thought of being away from him, Y/N launched herself to curl on Lance’s lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “I’m your good angel, papa! I promise! I’m gonna go for bedtime now,” She was spitting out the words in a rush. Smirking, he turned the television off as he carried his angel to their shared bedroom; kissing her forehead, he rubbed her back to calm down her sobbing figure, “There’s my angel! I knew she would never leave me alone.”

“Princess, what’s wrong?” Ransom had been waiting for her to come out of the bathroom since they were headed to Harlan’s for dinner with his family. Hearing no coherent response from her, he went inside and saw how she was sitting in her vanity, wearing the dress he told her to wear, “You look ready to me, princess. Let’s go.” She turned to face him and instead of giddily standing up and latching her arm with his, she just sat there and told him, “I’m not going with king.” Smirking since the spoiled Drysdale thought that she was bluffing, he sarcastically asked, “And why is that?” With a pointed look and firm tone she answered, “‘Cause I don’t want to! Wanna be a princess in here!” Upon realizing how her little persona was clouding her mind, Ransom wanted to ease her worries. Kneeling in front of her, he grabbed both her hands, kissed the back of both palms as he looked her straight in the eyes and promised her, “You still can be my little princess when we’re having the dinner; you don’t have to be a big girl when we’re over there.”

“But won’t they think I’m weird?” His statement just caused her to stress even more despite being in her comfort space. “Don’t wanna go at all, king. Just staying here, and in this pretty dress.” This just irked Ransom even more as he thought he was giving her solutions to her dilemmas, but clearly it just didn’t solve anything at all. She continued to whine about how his family would think even poorly of her when he decided he just had enough; he grabbed both her arms and guided her to her feet, dragging her to his car. Catching his drift, she panicked a bit, “I don’t have any shoes on, king!” Opening the passenger door, he shoved her to sit down, buckling her seatbelt as he spoke, “Well too bad, princess. Maybe if you weren’t too whiny you would have shoes on your cute feet.” As he began to drive to his grandfather’s mansion, she was letting out huffs of annoyance and threatened her, “If you keep pouting and whining you won’t get any new clothes for a month,” And that shut her up real quick as she remained silent for the rest of the drive.

“Okay honey, here you go,” Clark sing-songed as he presented you with a plate of pancakes with strawberries around it to mimic hair whereas the chocolate placed on the flapjack was formed into a smiley face, “Bon appétit, honey.” It was her favorite breakfast, and yet it didn’t lighten up her mood or even get her to smile; with a pout, she crossed her arms after pushing the plate away from her. “Use your words, honey,” He reminded in a stern yet gentle tone. Despite his warning, she wasn’t threatened or scared as she continued to wordlessly pout and push the plate even further away from her unti; the plate hit the hero’s forearm that was on the counter. Exhaling angrily, he warned her one last time, “Unless you want a punishment I suggest you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Mad at bubba,” She finally spoke out quickly as she finally looked at him with a fierce look on her face; but it didn’t faze Clark for he thought that it was a really adorable look and it reminded him of an angry baby bear. “Why are you mad at me, honey?” She debated internally whether or not she should tell him about it before ultimately deciding to continue being bratty and leave him unanswered. The Kryptonian scoffed as he watched her saunter over to the couch and turn on the television; with purposeful strides, he walked on over to where she was, he sat beside her as he yanked her arm to get her to look at him while he stared at her with dark eyes and spoke huskily, “Cut that attitude out honey or I will have to spank you until you forget about why you were being such a fucking brat.” It wasn’t just his threat that had her trembling in fear but it was also the way he held onto her rigidly, letting her know that he wasn’t in the mood to play games with her. After nervously nodding her head, Clark calmed down a bit as he cleared his throat, “Good, now tell me why are you acting this way, honey.”