#still super open to someone writing a full fic

[koitrash]

Inked out

Ellie does your sternum tattoo hehe

Pairing: Tattoo artist Ellie x Reader

Warnings: none :) maybe slightly nsfw but not really

Word count: 3.6k

A/n: WASSAP!!! So sorry for the super long wait for new fics I been working on them like crazy but they gotta b PERFECT. This was inspired by the beautiful, spectacular, show stopping @thelastoflesbians bc she’s amazing and as soon as I read her post about it I NEEDED to write it. Any who I hope you guys enjoy it was really fun to write! More to come later ;)

The strong smell of cleaning products invaded your nose as soon as you swung the tattoo parlor's heavy door open. You eyed the lobby, searching for someone, anyone at this point. This was your first time here and you had no idea what your artist even looked like. You've been following her for a while and it was a pain in the ass to get an appointment. You frantically checked the email again to make sure you were in the right place.

“Hey, you here for an appointment?” You turned to see a freckled girl with tattoos littered all over her arms sitting cooly behind the front desk, which you missed at first glance because the computer sitting atop of it was so damn big.

“Uh, yeah- for Ellie?” You stuttered a bit but you couldn't help it. Pretty much all tattoo parlor employees made you nervous, especially in a new place. “That would be me, Y/n right?” She stood as you eyed her arm full of scattered tattoos.

“Yeah.” You nodded as you watched her whip out a small tablet and turn it towards you. “Kay, go ahead and fill this out for me and I'm gonna go print out the stencil. You wanted a moth on your sternum right?” You nodded again, immediately diving into the form but you didn't miss how Ellie lingered around for a second. You figured she was watching over to make sure you were filling out the form right. You moved to a chair as you waited for her to come back.

Your leg bounced with anticipation as you tried to distract yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Refreshing your emails for no reason. Rechecking text messages just to see all of your friends were busy with their own lives. God- were your boobs sweating? You were so nervous and it was hot as fuck outside. Is it hot in here? It felt like a damn oven. You quickly wiped under them as you watched Ellie walk back into the lobby.

“Alright, I’m ready for you. Come on back.” She gave you a curt smile as she tossed her head back to her room. You stood quickly and it kinda felt like your hands were shaking, you were so jittery with excitement. Too jittery to admire how attractive your tattoo artist was. You walked into her small private room, which you were thankful for. It was decorated neatly. The walls were painted a light green color, one was covered in framed pictures, the other had a painted mural on it, and the last was occupied by a giant frosted window. Extremely healthy looking plants were in each corner along with some string lights lining the room. It was abundant in natural lighting but she still had a bright ring light posted beside the chair. The seat had three different sizes of the tattoo laid on it and you gasped.

Ellie looked nervous, her hands fiddling with her fingers as she chewed on the inside of her lip. “Do you like it? The pictures you sent looked really cool and if there’s anything you want to change-“

“Holy shit it looks amazing!” You squealed, all past anxieties gone with the wind. “Yeah?” She asked again and you nodded, picking up the one in the middle to assess. It looked like the best fit. The detail was so intricate and precise, everything was perfect. She put her own spin on your ideas and you couldn’t be happier with the outcome. “Cool. I have some pasties if you want and I’ll leave so you can get undressed then we can get started.” She handed you three different black pasties, one was a star, a flower, and the last was a regular circle. You giggled a little as soon as she left because who gives different options for pasties?

As soon as you finished you cracked the door to let her know you were ready. Standing there with no bra on, titties out- it was weird to say the least. You threw your flannel back on to make you more comfortable as you paced the room. You checked your dry ass phone once more before she came back into the room. “Ready?” She asked as she grabbed some black gloves. “Yep.” At this point you just remembered how painful this was going to be. “Do people ever use numbing cream for this part?” You watched her grab some goo on her hand and turn back to you, stencil in hand.

“Uh- for the stomach? Yeah, I get quite a few people who get it numbed first. It's a pretty painful spot.” She chuckled as you lifted your boobs so she could rub whatever that was on your stomach.

“Fuck, dont tell me that.” You gave her a nervous laugh but she was too concentrated to respond.

“Don't worry.” She whispered too focused on getting the right angle. She was hunched over since she was a bit taller than you and you got a whiff of her perfume. The smell wasn’t strong, it was light and clean but also smelled masculine and woody. “You smell good.” You breathed out as soon as you felt her press down on your stomach, rubbing in the stencil.

Her cheeks reddened a bit but she kept her composure like she’d got that compliment a thousand times over. “Thanks.” She gave you an almost awkward smile. But it was true, she did smell really good. “Okay,” she peeled off the thin paper after one last press. “Take a look at that placement.” You walked over to the mirror and dropped your boobs, appreciating the little bounce. You didn't do it on purpose. Realistically, you needed to see how the tattoo would look if you weren't holding them but you forgot that Ellie’s eyes were glued to you. You turned back to her, smiling brightly, and you watched her eyes flick back up to your face. “Looks great!” You beamed and her lips cracked into a smile that reflected yours.

“Cool, let's get started.” She gestured to the chair before she spun around to pour the ink. You laid down, nerves going ballistic at this point. It felt like you could barely breathe. “Is this your first?” She asked as she swiveled around on her little chair.

“Nah, I have a couple.” You lifted your sleeve to show your forearm, littered with tattoos here and there. The biggest you had was a switchblade with flowers and vines surrounding it. It was kinda similar to hers. “I like yours.” You pointed at the big one on her arm. “Also got a moth huh?”

“I feel like its the gay right of passage.” She sent you a lopsided smile and you giggled. Glancing down to your stomach you mumbled, “Look at me go.”

“Okay. You ready?” She adjusted the gun in her hand as she eyed you for confirmation.

“Not really but go ahead.” You laid your head back, waiting for that familiar burn. “You got this.” She smiled at you once more and rested her arm over your hip. As soon as she started you had to suppress a wail. You couldn't breathe in sharply. You couldn't talk to distract yourself. You couldn't move at all, let alone do anything that involves your lungs. The pain wasn't excruciating but it was painful. It felt like she had a hot razor tracing over your body. And she took her time, moving over the curves and little details carefully. Which you were grateful for, but in this moment, right now, you hated it.

She finally pulled back to dip into the ink again and you let out a strangled breath. “You're doing really good.” She smiled at you as her arm rested on your hip again but she didn't go back in, instead she stared at you. “You okay? You feel alright?” She was watching you so attentively. Checking in on you with a smooth, soft voice. The way she talked was so- god. It was all sinking in with her big green eyes locked with yours. Your heart was basically in your throat as you struggled to speak up. “In pain but yeah, I'm okay.” She smiled at you as she blinked slowly, or at least it felt slow.

“You're taking it so well.” And just like that she dove back in, pulling more painful lines while your mind went haywire. Your brain was running a million miles a minute, thinking if any other tattoo artist told you that or she was flirting with you. It wasn't like you could take a deep breath to steady yourself either, you couldn't even move. The only thing grounding you was her arm anchored on your hips. “It doesn't hurt that much.” You spoke softly so you didn't move too much. “I think I could go to sleep.”

“Really? I think my pain tolerance is pretty high but I was dying getting my stomach done.” She leaned back again to give you room to speak.

“You have your stomach done?” Your brows pinched as you eyed her frame. She wore a regular cream tshirt with blue jeans. Her tattoos poked out from beneath the sleeve. One arm was full of them and the other just had one. What looked like a broken watch with some words and vines around it. Her hair was pulled back in a half ponytail, the rest hanging just above her shoulders.

“Yeah, I'll show you later.”

Later?

“Okay on a scale of 1-10 how bad did it hurt?”

“Hmm,” Her face scrunched and it was so fucking cute, as she thought about it. “It was a while ago but I'd say about an eight.”

“Eight? I'd give it a six.” You grinned and her face fell.

“A six?” Her mouth hung a little and her eyebrows were almost to her hairline.

“What? I just said I was gonna try to sleep, what did you expect?” You giggled and she scoffed.

“Well, you're not even halfway done so.”

“I can handle it, you just told me I was ‘taking it so well’ ” You joked and she chuckled as she adjusted herself to start again. You closed your eyes and tried to think about anything but the burning pain tracing down your stomach. Maybe fifthteen minutes passed before you opened your eyes again.

“Did you really fall asleep?” She asked as you wiped your eyes.

“No it hurts too bad.” Your voice was blunt and monotoned. “Did you change the needle to be 1000% more painful or something?” At this point it felt like Ellie hated you and wanted to make this experience the worst ever. She barked out a laugh which you appreciated but was pretty unexpected from her cool and collected demeanor. “Do you hate me Ellie?” Her name rolled off your tongue, it was the second time you've ever said it and the first time you said it to her. It was nice. Had a nice ring to it. It was a good name to moan-

Oh my god. You are too horny for your own good.

You were losing it but you'll blame it on the way her scent evaded your senses and how her hands were pressed on your body. It was a good thing you just cracked a joke because you couldn't suppress a smile your filthy thoughts resulted in. She laughed again. “No, what the fuck? Y/n, what could you have possibly done to make me hate you in the span of thirty minutes?”

“You tell me!” You giggled again and there was a knock at the door. Ellie stood to answer it, cracking it open before turning back to you again. “Is it okay if my coworker comes in to see what we're working on?”

“Yeah that's fine.” You squealed, pulling your flannel to cover your boobs but kept the tattoo untouched. Her coworker walked in and immediately made you feel comfortable. She was nice, talkative, had a beautiful smile and was currently showering you with compliments.

“Dina, she doesn't even know your name yet.” Ellie’s eyes stayed on her as she came to a halt.

“Oh that's right. Hi, I'm Dina! I work the front desk. I guess you came in while I was on my lunch break. That tattoo looks so good!” She beamed at you, which was contagious enough to make you smile wide at her. “Thank you! Ellie is doing an amazing job.”

“You guys were giggling it up in here so I was just being nosey.” She shrugged as she lifted a suggesting eyebrow to her coworker. “Looks like you're having a good time?”

“Okay you're done.” Ellie groaned as she nudged Dina out as she dramatically whined about how she just got here.

“Why’d you make her leave?” You pouted.

“She's too distracting.” She shook her head and you giggled again. Watching them interact was fun. They were an animated duo for sure.

“Are you normally quiet or something?”

“Hmm, yeah I guess I dont normally talk much while tattooing.”

“Really?” You felt your face heat up and your heart damn near leaped over the moon.

“Mhm,” She rolled back over to you with the gun in hand. “You ready? You nodded and her arm- that fucking arm- covered in tattoos rested on your hips again and you were pretty sure your hands were sweating at this point. You held your breath as she pulled the first line but she was further down this time, telling you she had to be at least half way done now. “Good job.” She muttered as she gently patted the ink away but her eyes were glued on you. You weren't sure why, what were you supposed to say? Thank you?

“Do you have any other plans for today?” She asked as she rubbed something on the area. Now- you knew you couldn't do much talking and you didn't want to slow down her process. So why the fuck is she trying to get you to talk right now? It felt like a dentist was working on your mouth as they made casual conversation. You waited for her to pull back to finally answer.

“Probably get something to eat. I'm not from around here though, do you know any good spots?” The words rushed out of your mouth as she leaned back in to start again.

“Oh, you don't live here?” She sat and waited for your response.

“No, I live here but on the other side of town. I don't come down this way often.”

“Well, there's this new sandwich place that just opened down the street. I haven’t tried it yet but I heard it was good.”

“Do you have a break after this?” Your heart was beating out of its chest so hard you feared she'd feel it.

“I'm working late today.” She visibly slouched.

“Want me to pick you up some food?”

Now this made her eyes widen, but just slightly. Her brows lifted and she stared at you for a second too long. Your mind was reeling. Was that too invasive? Did that make her uncomfortable? That’s probably weird for a new client to offer her lunch. Right?

“I would take you up on that offer but I brought my lunch today.” Her voice was soft and gloomy. Her face grim as she seemed almost depressed to turn you down.

“Oh.” You laughed it off. “It’s okay! I’ll try it and tell you if it’s good or not.” You smiled, trying to play it off as unphased. It was a simple question. A nice deed even.

“We don't have much less, we'll be finished up soon and you can go eat.” She reflected your smile and leaned in again to continue. You'd think the pain got better after doing it for almost an hour now but it still hurts like the first line. You screwed your eyes shut and with nothing else to do or think about your mind wandered.

“You're doing so good babe.” Ellie mumbled, obviously trying hard to stay steady against your chest. The praise honestly made your head spin. You couldn't even say anything back to that, just sit there and take it. You couldn't nod, she wasn't even looking at you. You couldn't laugh, can't mess her up. But Babe? Rightfully so, your brain was literally short circuiting.

Even though she turned down your offer for lunch she was very obviously into you. Right? No other tattoo artist has ever called you babe. That's grounds for flirting for sure. You don't know if it was the nickname or the extremely sensitive spot Ellie started tattooing but you were apparently moving too much. Her hand resting in a fist on your hip opened up and gently grabbed at your waist.

“Steady breaths babe, you got it.” Her voice was literally music to your ears. It's so soothing, low and raspy. Like her words were delicately crafted arrows and every time she spoke it shot straight through your heart. But her hands also holding you? Grabbing at the soft skin just for the sole purpose of grounding you. God- it was too much. Saying your brain went haywire was an understatement.

“Good girl.”

Her face was down but you still noticed the smug grin on her lips. She was doing this on purpose. Maybe she could feel the way your heartbeat upticked when she spoke or the fact that your face was redder than a tomato at this point.

“How you feeling?” Ellie finally leaned back and granted you room to breathe comfortably. She started rubbing some goo on it before continuing, “Only a couple more lines and you'll be good to go. Do you want to take a break? I can grab you some water if you want.”

“Water would be nice.” Your throat felt incredibly dry. She got up and walked out the room for your request. You took this opportunity to get a peak at how the tattoo was turning out. Your back stuck to the plastic on the chair as you peeled yourself off. The mirror was in the corner of the room and it looked amazing. You grinned- an ear to ear kind of smile.

“Do you like it?” Ellie beamed as she entered the room again, small cold water bottle in hand.

“It looks so fucking good.” You turned back to her and her eyes went straight to it.

“The placement looks great on you.”

“Compliments to the chef.” You joked and her sweet sweet laugh filled the air. It was a sound you decided right there and then- you needed to hear more often. You took a swig of the water and laid back down. Your time with her was coming to an end soon and you were desperately trying to figure out how to get more. Maybe you could ask for her number before you left.

The rest of the tattoo went quicker than you hoped. Your brain was still completely empty on ways to ask for her number. She went on to compliment the finished tattoo, stated how happy she was with the result and asked to take some pictures. It was all happening so fast.

“How much do I owe you?” You reached for your bag as she grabbed her small tablet, typing in something before responding to you.

“How about $250 and you let me take you out to grab some food one day?” She grinned, smug and lopsided. You could have jumped from joy in that moment. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you heard that right, despite her speaking slow and clear.

“Hmm, so full price then?” You joked and her smile faltered for a second until you laughed. “I'm kidding. Yes, I'll absolutely take you up on that offer.” You finished and watched her let out a laugh of relief. It was a sweet laugh like before but this time her smile reached her eyes enough to crease at the corners a little.

“You had me for a second.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.”

“Yeah” She just looked at you for a second with pure admiration in her eyes. Like she just met the most interesting person ever. Intrigued by you. “You'll keep me on my toes alright.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this just as much as I did hehe. Also reader is a champ for taking this tattoo cos I was on the verge of tears while getting my under boob done LMFAOOO ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU GUYS THANKS FOR READING <333333

[olderthannetfic]

I was never a full anti, I don't think, in the sense I was always good at 'don't like don't read' but there were a lot of ships I found disgusting, and I followed a lot of people who were anti's. I've always been to shy to be active, but a lot of my thinking definitly lined up with some of what they said. Not all, thankfully, but if I'd fallen into those groups when I was even a couple years younger, I'd be a goner. I turned 19 recently, and the first area of fandom I fell into when I was 14 or so was on more of the anti side of things.

At the start of Covid I got back into one of my first fandoms, and found some amazing fics. Well written, the ship I liked, lots of character studies, a lot of nuance and references to mythology (which I've always been obsessed with) and you can tell the author was having fun writing, and interacted in the comments all the time. The type of author I'd drop everything to read if I could, and still do.

At the start of 2022, still in this fandom, they started writing a ship that I'd always seen derided as 'bad' (for a lot of the reasons anti's usually throw around--abusive, pedophelia, power imbalances, and more). I'd never read it or even considered the ship. My only exposure to it was anti's, and I listened to them. But I love the author's writing, so just avoided those fics and kept reading the other ones they published.

Then they had one fic that I couldn't not try. I was too curious about the premise, and I adore their writing. I loved it. It stuck with me for days, and I still think about lines from it. I've reread it at least 6 times now. At the start, I told myself that because the ship wasn't portrayed as good, that is was mythology based, that it was reincarnation (and so many more excuses, I was insane trying to justify this to myself and why this one fic was okay and why I wasn't a horrible person for liking it), but then I clicked on another fic with the same ship by this author. And loved that one. And the next. I'm still picky with the ship, and don't like how a lot of people write it (but I'm also very picky about what I read in general), but it finally made me think more.

After reading that, someone commented on it who hadn't read it in a super shitty way in a server I'm in and, for the first time (which I know is bad) it made me pause, enough that I started distancing myself, and following more blogs outside the 'anti' circles. I've unfollowed and blocked a lot since then, left servers with that kind of talk and joined others, and followed more people on tumblr in general. I know I'm still working on it, and likewise still being kind of dumb with a lot, but yeah. I followed you and some other blogs that talk more about this stuff, and while there are things people say I don't get, or things I struggle with, the blogs I followed and discords I was in before weren't healthy.

Basically, one author who's writing I really adore got me off the 'anti' path and more open to reading things. I've been too nervous to comment on the fic, but will one day. I think the author would like to hear.

sorry for my english, I'm still working on it and getting what I mean across in it

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Your English is fine. And that's a sweet story.

Frankly, lots of people think "Ew, why would anyone ever like [___]?" until the day they stumble across a fic like that.

[supermarvel-fics]

Nervous

word count: 8,300

pairing: bucky x fem!reader (romantic) and a splash of natasha x reader (platonic)

cw: mild swearing, a bit of sexual tension, sexual innuendos (still sfw though)

summary: You make quick friends with Nat after you move to the city and she introduces you to the avengers. After meeting Bucky, you are at a loss for words.

author's note: this fic is inspired by the song "Nervous" by Shawn Mendes (link to the song below). this one was a lot of fun to write so I left it open for a part 2 if anyone is interested. also, thank you to a sweet anon who sent in this prompt for bucky. just a reminder that I'm always excepting prompts and ideas! love you all!

“Don’t worry,” Natasha said as she led you through the front doors of the compound. “Everyone is going to love you!”

You smiled politely, following her into the lobby. It was bigger than you imagined, but then again, so was everything else. You moved to New York City only a few short weeks ago from your small hometown. A change in pace was exactly what you needed after years of driving along the same streets and seeing the same people day after day.

You met Nat on the second day of your new job. You found it hard to believe that the Avenger’s didn’t have their own massage therapist considering how much distress they put their bodies into, but Nat had told you that Tony wasn’t interested in paying for one due to most of the heroes having magic healing powers or super strength.

You scoffed at that, welcoming her into your practice with open arms. As you worked out her over-tired muscles, the two of you talked about any and everything; where you grew up, how she became a Widow, what it was like to live in a tower full of testosterone.

By the end of her one-hour session, you decided that Nat needed another girl friend to hang out with. Selfishly, so did you since you’d just moved into the city the week prior. You exchanged numbers and have been hanging out almost every weekend since.

Nat had been begging you to come meet the rest of her friends since your second get together and you’d been weary at first. Meeting new people was never your strong suit—it was mostly why your only friend was Nat and one of your other coworkers—but after weeks of her assuring you that they were dying to meet you, you finally agreed.

Nat escorted you out of the elevator and into the kitchen where three of Earths mightiest heroes were eating lunch.

“Guys, hey! This is my massage therapist, Y/N. She just moved here from Michigan,” Nat introduced you. You waved at the boys and let a shy grin grace your features.

“Ah! Yes, the young Widow has spoken a lot about you,” Thor bellowed. “She says you have magic in your fingertips.” He wiggled his fingers for emphasis.

You giggled at him, peeking over at Nat as you caught her covering her eyes with her hand in embarrassment. “Yeah, well not real magic, I assure you, but I can definitely work out some knots.”

“Well, obviously you’re doing an amazing job considering she’s way less tense, now,” Steve jested at the redhead. Nat crossed her arms, swiveling to face the Captain.

“You know what, Rogers, I—”

“So, you have your own practice?” Sam interrupted, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Because I’ve had lower back pain for months and Tony refuses to hire someone to help.”

“So I’ve heard,” You hummed. “It’s not my practice, no, but I work at one just around the block. You’re welcome to come see me anytime!”

“I might just take you up on that,” Sam said and you smiled in response.

“Hey, now! She’s mine! Get your own!” Nat pointed at Sam, narrowing her eyes at him. You chuckled and grabbed onto her forearm, pulling her arm back down to her side.

“There’s plenty of me to go around, Nat. Besides, you get most of my time off the clock, anyway. I need to make some money here and there,” You winked at Sam who let out a bark of a laugh.

“I like her. Let’s keep her around.”

Again, a sheepish smile returned to your face and a blush fell onto your cheeks. You and Nat said your goodbyes and made your way down the hall and into the common room where Wanda and Vision were watching a movie. You all chatted for a moment, finding joy in the love that the witch and the android had for one another.

Nat and Wanda concurred that the three of you needed a girls day and before departing, you seemingly had a new friend.

“See? I told you everyone was going to like you,” Nat assured you once you left the common area. You let a breathy laugh come through your nose and nodded.

“I guess I just thought I’d feel more out of place,” You shrugged. “You guys save the world from impending doom and I’m just me.”

“Uh, you saved me from impending doom after you fixed my shoulder that one time. Don’t dote on yourself. We’re people just like you,” Nat nudged your arm with her elbow and you snickered, rolling your eyes.

“Right… people with magic powers, iron suits, super strength, and extreme combat training.”

“Look, if you’re so worried about not fitting in, come with me to the gym,” she declared, quickly switching hallways to change route. “I’ll teach you some basic defensive skills that everyone needs to know—especially since we live in the city.”

“Woah, woah, wait, Nat!” You called, shuffling your feet faster to catch up with her. “I don’t know about that! I’m not even dressed for a workout!” You gestured to your clothes. Nat peered over, noticing you were in jeans and a nice blouse.

“Alright, fine. Another time, then,” She waved her hand in the air. “But we’re still going to—”

The rest of her sentence was lost when she pushed the gym door open with vigor and almost immediately, your breathing hitched at the sight of a man with a metal arm taking a few hits at a bag hanging from the ceiling.

You couldn’t describe the emotions you were currently feeling. You’d been in love once. Years ago, fresh out of college, but it never felt like this. Your chest was on fire and it spread up into your cheeks. Your throat was a bit tight and you were sure if you took one more step, your knees would buckle from underneath you.

But this wasn’t love, right? Love at first sight didn’t actually exist… right?

“James!” Nat shouted at the handsome man from across the gym, pulling you from your trance. Your lips tugged themselves into an unwilling smile as he continued throwing punches while answering Nat.

“It’s Bucky, Nat! You know I hate it when you call me James,” the man corrected, keeping his focus on the bag. You eyed him intently; taking notice of how much stronger his left hook was from his right.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Nat said dismissively before turning her head back to you. “This is James ‘Bucky’ Barnes,” She yelled his real name louder to grab his attention, “Buck, this is Y/N.”

Bucky finally ceased his workout, lifting his eyes over to where you were standing and God, if that didn’t make you want to melt right onto the floor. He smiled sweetly at you, giving you a once over.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Bucky stated matter-of-factly and if you didn’t believe it before, then you certainly did now. “What brings you here?”

You struggled to find the words you were looking for as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, causing Nat to look at you wearily.

“She’s, uh, my massage therapist. I wanted her to meet everyone,” She muttered while giving you a confused look. She must have noticed the blush forming on your cheeks and how closed off you seemed compared to when you were meeting the others.

“Oh, are you coming to work here?” the devilishly handsome sergeant asked. You sucked in a large breath, praying that the words you were thinking would actually come out this time.

“I, uh, n-no actually I, um…” you stammered before turning to Nat. She obviously got your hint.

“No, she’s not. You know Stark thinks it’s a waste of money considering the majority of you rarely ever get hurt.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t get sore from time to time,” Bucky argued. Nat held her hands up in defense.

“Don’t complain to me! If you want her here, go talk to Tony,” the redhead pointed in your direction which made Bucky look back over at you, another grin finding its way to his lips. You followed suit and giggled quietly.

“Well, regardless, it’s nice to meet you,” Bucky chuckled. “I think I may just have to write a strongly worded letter to Stark about getting you to join us, but until then, I’ll see you around?”

You nodded fervently, biting your bottom lip. “Y-yeah, I’ll be, uh, around.”

“Good.”

You and Nat waved goodbye to him, letting him resume his workout, and rushed out of the gym hurriedly. Once you were out of sight from the winter soldier, you dramatically let your back hit the wall, dropping your head into your hands.

“Oh, my God, that was so embarrassing!” You groaned. Nat laughed and pushed your shoulder playfully.

“What happened to you? You went all goo-goo eyes on him!” She teased you.

You whimpered, letting your hands fall back down to your sides and leaning your head back against the concrete wall. “I don’t know! I took one look at him and my brain just stopped functioning.”

“Oh, you like him!” Nat smirked and poked you in the stomach, causing you to flinch away from her with a small yelp.

“Ah! Nat!” You swatted her hand away. “How can I like him? I don’t even know him.”

“You don’t need to know him to have a crush on him. That’s like, the first rule of having a crush,” She explained to you. You scoffed and twisted away, continuing to walk down the hall. “Admit you like Bucky!”

“Well, I don’t!” You yelled out as you continued down the corridor. “Besides, we’re not in high school. I shouldn’t have to admit anything.”

Nat huffed, as if it pained her to do what she was about to do, and scurried up behind you to latch her hands onto your sides, squeezing them ticklishly. You didn’t even have the wherewithal to support your own weight considering you didn’t see it coming. You yelped, holding your arms close to your waist to block her fingers and sank to the floor.

“Nahahat! Whahat the hehehell?” You said through your giggles.

Nat clicked her tongue. “It’s plain as day that you like him, so just admit it and I’ll stop!”

You jolted and attempted to squirm away once she moved her hands up to your ribs, but you knew it was a fruitless endeavor—you’d never be able to escape the Widow.

“If yohou alreheheady knoHOW, then whyhy do I neheheed to say it?” You squeaked, mostly from how Nat’s nimble fingers prodded into your sensitive ribcage, but also from embarrassment. She laughed along with you, delighted in how a simple pinch could almost incapacitate you.

“Because once you say it, I’ll have confirmation and can set you two up on a date!”

“WHAHAT? NO WAHAHAY!” Your laughter and voice pitched up as Nat’s thumbs drove into that wretched spot along the backs of your ribs. She found that spot fairly quickly at the beginning of your friendship. She asked if she could give you a massage since you do it so well for others. You were a bit reluctant, but she did ultimately convince you after kneading into your shoulder for a second or two.

As she moved down your back, you immediately realized why you never let people massage you because the second that Nat moved below your shoulder blades, bracing her first four fingers on your sides and circling her thumbs into the ribs next to your spine, you lost it. What started as a massage turned into a tickle attack from your brand-new friend.

And she never let you live it down. Nat wasn’t opposed to tickling you if you said some cheeky remark at her expense or if you changed the channel while she was watching one of her favorite shows. She always had the upper hand because she, herself, wasn’t ticklish. At all. So, it wasn’t like you could retaliate. You just had to sit there and take it.

“Come on, all you have to do is—”

“OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I LIHIKE HIM, P-PLEHEHEASE NOHOT THERE!” You screamed in laughter. Nat let up, chuckling as you attempted to catch your breath.

“See? Was that so hard?” She taunted you. You glared up at her, then grabbed the hand she was holding out for you to stand up. You unwrinkled your clothes and giggled at the absurdity of it all.

“God, I feel like I’m a teenager again,” You complained. “I haven’t felt like that in years and honestly, I’m still not sure why I had such a hard time talking to him!”

“Bucky has that effect on people. I think it’s that old 1940s charm he’s got going on,” Nat shrugged, leading you two back down the hallway to the lab where Tony and Bruce were sure to be working on something.

You thought about that for a moment—Bucky’s way of making you weak in the knees—but it had nothing to do with what time period he was from. You certainly didn’t fall for Steve Rogers when you looked him in the eye. No, it was something else.

Maybe it was how kind he was considering his past. It was hard to believe that a man that sweet could have murdered people in cold blood. Or maybe it was because of his muscles. No, definitely not. Your eyes didn’t fall to Thor’s bulky exterior when you met him.

Maybe it was just Bucky’s essence. The way he carried himself and the way he joked with Nat. You were racking your head for a thousand reasons as to why you acted the way you did in front of him and Nat noticed once she said your name 3 times without an answer.

“Hey,” She voiced softly, turning to you with her hand on your upper arm. “You don’t have to have a specific reason as to why you like Bucky. Sometimes, humans are just really good-looking and it catches you off guard. You think he’s cute and I think he thinks you are, too.”

You covered your face in flustered awkwardness and grunted. “There’s no way he thinks I’m cute after that disaster of a conversation I just had. It wasn’t even a full-fledged conversation. I think I only said 5 words!”

“After spending years with these boys, I know their facial expressions inside and out. Bucky likes you.”

“Okay, fine, whatever, just…” you trailed off, grabbing Nat’s forearm with urgency, “don’t tell him I like him. I want to get to know him first.”

Nat chortled and nodded. “You have my word, but it’s not really like I need to say anything. If Bucky didn’t catch that you wanted to marry him on the spot, then he’s an idiot.”

You snatched your hand away from her, jaw agape and shoved her arm. “Shut up! You know what, I’m done talking to you about this!” You continued marching down the hall, leaving Nat snickering behind you.

You met the other habitants of the tower with no problem—which, of course, Nat teased you for later—and ultimately felt welcome in the band of heroes. You found an unlikely friend in Loki. He was unsure at first—an outsider coming to make friends with a bunch of superheroes wasn’t very common—but once you made a joke about his brother, he laughed and said that he was delighted to have someone with a sense of humor hanging around.

After you left the compound, the only thing circling your mind was Bucky. It was like he mentally took you hostage because all you could think about was his welcoming smile and entrancing blue eyes. It caught you at the most importune times, too. One minute, you’d be talking to a client, and the next you’d remember how Bucky told you that you had a beautiful name, causing you to blush.

You wouldn’t say you were trying to forget about him, but damn, it was hard to focus on anything else but him.

That’s why you were so relieved when Nat called a few days later with good news.

“Bucky asked me about you,” She sang through the phone. You internally panicked for a moment, your heartrate increasing and heat pricking at your face.

“You’re kidding! What did you say? You didn’t say anything bad, did you? Oh, God, I don’t want to know!” You spoke in quick succession.

“Woah, hey, calm down there, sea-biscuit! I didn’t tell him anything other than what he asked.”

You waited for her to elaborate in excruciating silence for a few seconds. “…And what did he ask?”

“Oh, just if I’d be bringing you over more often. He was basically drooling at the mouth when I told him yes. I told you he liked you!”

It took everything in you not to squeal in excitement. “I know we sound like 16-year-old girls at a sleepover gossiping about boys, but I don’t care. I am so happy.”

“I never had that experience, so I’m glad to be doing it with you now as a grown adult,” Nat laughed. “You coming over tomorrow, then?”

You took a quick peek over at the planner on your desk. “I have a bit of work to do in the morning, but I can probably swing by around noon. Just don’t make a big deal out of it, okay? I’m nervous enough around him as it is.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

--

The next day, a beautiful Sunday morning, you ventured to the coffee shop around the corner from your apartment to do your work instead of at your drab desk. It was certainly out of the ordinary for you, but fresh air and a nice iced coffee might do you good as you filled out and filed patient reports.

The change in scenery helped you work tremendously better than if you were in your own office. At this rate, you’d be done before the sun was high in the sky, getting you that much closer to seeing Bucky again.

It fueled you. You sped through the paperwork, though you made sure they were completed correctly, and sent them to your boss through email.

Just as you were about to pack up to leave, the bell on the front door to the café rang again. It was a nasty habit you had—looking up every time it sounded to see who was walking through the door. You supposed it had something to do with the way you loved to people watch, but it was distracting when you were desperately trying to get work done on a busy morning.

You gazed up, as you always did, then went back to putting your laptop away, but something in your mind told you to do a double-take.

And what you didn’t expect was to see Bucky himself walk through the door. Nor did you prepare for the utter fear you’d feel when he looked straight at you, too.

Almost instantly, your heartbeat sped up as if it were signaling the end of an intense workout. Bucky recognized you, sporting a giddy smile as he got in line to order. You returned it, albeit more reserved, and attempted to put your attention back on gathering your belongings.

Your head tilted down to hide the severe burning in your cheeks, but nothing could conceal the fact that your hands were shaking vigorously, making it extremely difficult to contain a grip on your laptop so you’d be able to stow it away.

You wrung your hands out and scolded yourself for acting this way. It’s just a guy. A guy who might like you back, but it’s just a guy.

This wasn’t how you planned on reuniting with him. You expected Nat to be at your side as a buffer and possibly as a translator considering how well your last conversation went. But here he was, making his way over to your table after he’d ordered his drink.

“Funny meeting you here,” Bucky grinned. “Is this seat taken?”

Your eyes shifted from him to the chair in front of you, then back to him. You bit the inner corner of your bottom lip and shook your head. “No. You can sit.”

Nice. A full sentence without stuttering.

Bucky slid the chair out and gracefully sat down, leaning back to get a better look at you. “So, are you a frequent café flyer?”

You cleared your throat, hoping to sound more confident than you felt. “Uh, no, actually. This is my first time here. A-Are you?”

“Yeah, I come here almost every morning after my jog around the block,” He said before standing up to retrieve his coffee as the barista said his name. As he walked away, you had to force yourself to calm down so that when he returned, you’d be cool as a cucumber.

Bucky graciously grabbed his coffee and made his way back over to your table. “Anyway, I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever it was you were doing. I just saw a familiar face and thought I’d come and say hi. I don’t talk to very many people outside of the Avengers.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine!” You quickly reassured him, lest he think you didn’t want him joining you. “I just finished before you walked in. I was actually, uh, g-going to head to the c-compound after dropping off my stuff.”

Bucky’s eyes noticeably brightened and his smile, well, you weren’t sure if it could get any bigger. It set a flame to your heart; having a semi-mutual understanding that the two of you were interested in each other without having to say anything.

“Back again already, hm?” He voiced lowly prior to taking a sip of his coffee. You could tell he was teasing you, causing a breathy laugh to come through your nose.

“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head, but you guys are pretty interesting.”

“And what is it that makes us so interesting?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. You mimicked him.

“Are you just asking me to c-compliment you?” You asked, stuttering the slightest amount at how Bucky was flustering you. He giggled a bit, and it delighted you how melodic the sound was.

“I’m only asking what you see in us as an outsider looking in. Getting a compliment is simply a bonus,” Bucky shrugged, a hint of a smirk at his lips. The more the two of you talked, the less nervous you felt, which was a success in your eyes. It was as if the adrenaline finally kicked in, so you decided to match his cheeky behavior.

“What? Is being born in the early 1900s and having a vibranium metal arm made by possibly the smartest person in the world not interesting enough for you?”

Bucky let out a genuine laugh this time, nose scrunch and all. You thought it only happened in movies, but your stomach fluttered with butterflies at the sound and sight. It was exceedingly cliché, though it was warming to know that love was being depicted correctly in the cheesy romantic comedies you’d watched.

Love. Was it love? You were weary of putting a label on the way you felt about Bucky so soon since this was only the second time you’d laid eyes on him. It didn’t seem right to say you were in love with someone you’d just met, even if ‘love at first sight’ was real.

But love was a social construct. Different people are enveloped in it in different ways. Before Bucky, you were sure that you loved your last boyfriend, but the way he made you feel seemed so bland compared to how your face set aflame just by the sight of handsome super soldier.

Maybe you’d never truly know. It’s hard to have an understanding of what true love feels like if you’ve only dated 1 person in your life.

“You’re funny. I like you,” Bucky nodded in approval. You weren’t sure of the implications of what he just said, though it honestly didn’t matter—your hands began to tremble violently again as the weight of it dwelled on you. You fiddled with your fingers under the table, out of sight, and half-grinned.

“Y-You’re not too b-bad yourself,” a light chuckle rumbled through you. “Well, uh, I’m going to head home and drop m-my stuff off, so, um, I’ll see you back at the t-tower?”

Bucky furrowed his brows ever so slightly before looking out of the window at the darkening sky. “May I walk you home?” He asked. Your eyes widened into genuine surprise at the question. “It’s just… it’s about to rain and it would be rude of me to let a lady walk home in weather like this by herself.” A sheepish expression found its way to Bucky’s face at the way yours seemed to lose all its color. “I don’t mean to intrude or anything. You can absolutely decline, I just—”

“N-no, you’re not intruding at all! I appreciate the offer, really, but I’d hate to ask that of you since neither of us have umbrellas and sorry if this makes me sound really dumb, but, like, won’t your metal arm get rusty… or something?” You rambled.

Bucky had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing at you. “Uh, no, my arm would be just fine. Plus, you didn’t ask, I insisted, but like I said, if I’m overstepping my boundaries, I apologize.”

You took a moment to gaze out of the window, too. It was dark, but you only lived a couple blocks away. Maybe you could make it home without getting soaked. After all, Bucky’s offer was just too good to pass up. It would give you a little more time alone with him.

“You’re definitely not overstepping. You’re…” You trailed off looking for the right word, “…very sweet. If you’d like to, I wouldn’t say no.”

You stood from your seat and grabbed onto your belongings, grinning shyly as Bucky took your empty coffee cup and tossed it in the trash for you. What a gentleman, you thought.

He held out his hand gesturing for you to lead the way, only proving your thoughts correct, and followed you out the door and onto the busy New York City street.

“My apartment isn’t too far from here,” You said over the bustle of cars and pedestrians. “If we hurry, we might be able to make it.” Just as you finished your sentence, you felt a raindrop fall onto your forehead. You flinched before wiping it away, scoffing at the irony. “Okay, maybe not.”

Bucky snickered and began to walk faster, urging you to do the same. “This is the last time I leave the house without an umbrella.”

Just as the two of you hit a crosswalk, having to wait at the corner due to the traffic, the rain’s pace picked up. A sprinkle quickly morphed into a light drizzle. You looked up at Bucky with slight panic and you were surprised to see that he was already looking down at you. Your face caused him to let out a snort, which in turn made you giggle as well.

Once the street was clear of vehicles, you and Bucky power-walked across and before you could even reach the other side, it started pouring.

“Shit!” Bucky hissed, ducking his head as if it would protect him.

“Come on!” You shouted prior to sprinting down the sidewalk. Bucky was hot on your heels, though you were positive he could have raced passed you without a second thought. Still, he let you lead the way back to your place, keeping a steady jogging pace behind you.

You found this whole fiasco to be a bit childish, thus making you fall into laughter as you raced an Avenger down the street. Within a couple of minutes, you were at the revolving door to your apartment complex.

“Go,” Bucky nodded to the entrance. “I’ll wait right here for you.”

Your eyes shot open and you shook your head aggressively. “What? No, I’m not letting you stay out here! Come inside.”

You didn’t care of the possible implications this time around. You’d never make him wait outside in the rain for you.

“Seriously, I’m fine right here. I—”

“I’m not taking no for an answer, Bucky,” You said, playfully glaring at him. “We’re wasting precious time standing outside bickering like children. We can throw your clothes in the dryer.”

“And what do you suppose I wear in the meantime?” Bucky smirked at you. You were damn lucky that the rain had made it difficult to see because your cheeks set on fire at his comment.

“I-I have s-some of m-my dad’s shirts here and… uh, s-sorry. I didn’t m-mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“Doll, it’s okay. I was joking. If you’re adamant about me coming in, I certainly wouldn’t mind,” He comforted you, placing a firm, yet gentle hand on your shoulder. You swore your heart skipped a beat at the cute pet name that rolled off his tongue. Pulling yourself together, you nodded and tilted your head towards the door, silently asking him to follow you.

The elevator ride up to the 6th floor was agonizingly quiet. You just invited the man who you’d been crushing on for days into your apartment. That reality hit you like a truck. What had gotten into you? How were you so timid in front of him one minute, only to be extremely forward the next?

You supposed it had to do with the fact that you had hints of Bucky liking you, too, though it was unspoken. Knowing that he might feel the same way you do—a mutual connection of sorts—helped you feel a little more comfortable around him.

You rounded the corner once the elevator doors opened and Bucky followed behind you; footsteps echoing in the silent hallway.

“Sorry about the mess in advance,” You finally spoke, digging through your purse for your keys. “I just moved in a couple months ago, so I’m still trying to unpack everything.”

Bucky chuckled. “I feel like anyone who says that doesn’t actually have a messy house. I’m sure it’s fine!”

The pair of you halted at your front door so that you could unlock it. You cleared your throat before swinging it open and stepping inside, becoming somewhat embarrassed about the dozens of boxes scattered around the living room and kitchen.

Your apartment was small, but still one of the bigger ones in the city. It was only a one bed, one and a half bath, but you had a killer view of the skyline and the architecture was admirable. It was hard to pass up after you toured it with the landlord.

You dared to take a peek at Bucky’s face once he crossed the threshold into your dumpster fire, cringing at how wide his eyes were. “I told you so.”

He snapped his head to look at you, smiling sympathetically. “Okay, yes, it’s messy, but it’s definitely not the worst I’ve seen. Besides, you just moved in. You have an excuse. Sam moved into the tower almost a year ago and his room still looks like this.”

You giggled at the jab, shaking your head as you kicked a cardboard box away from your path.

“I brought a couple of my dad’s t-shirts with me that I think might fit you,” You muttered, stumbling away from him to search for the box titled ‘miscellaneous’. “And I have this pair of sweatpants that are just way too big for me that also might fit. Honestly I don’t even know where they came from, so if they do fit you can have them.” You dug through the box on your left, shouting with victory as you pulled out a large black t-shirt and the pair of grey sweats that you referred to. “Aha! Here, you can change into this and I can throw your stuff in the dryer.”

You held out the clothing to Bucky, who was staring at you fondly. You retracted back into yourself as you noticed. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous.”

Bucky grabbed the clothes from your clutch and tilted his head. “Why are you nervous?”

“Well, uh, I don’t really make it a habit to invite men into my apartment and ask them to undress. Especially if I’ve only known them for a couple of days,” You said sheepishly, ducking your head to avert your gaze to the ground so that Bucky wouldn’t be able to notice the pink tint to your face.

“Well, I think it’s endearing,” He replied. “Thank you for your kind hospitality.”

“You’re welcome,” You uttered, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling too overenthusiastically. “The bathroom is, um, down the hall t-to your right.”

Bucky nodded and disappeared down the dark hallway. You watched as he retreated out of sight, then let out a giant breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. My God, you thought. How in the hell was this happening to you?

You assumed you would have a nice coffee and then go to the tower to hang out with everyone in a group setting, but somehow the universe aligned in just the right way so that you could get some alone time with Bucky. Natasha would be proud.

You scurried into your room to change as well, tossing your damp clothes into the hamper and switching to something more comfortable; a loose fitted tee and black leggings. Reaching for your phone, you called Nat to let her know that you would no longer be coming over.

“Hey!” She answered brightly. “Where are you? I thought you said you’d come over around noon.”

“Yeah, uh, change of plans. I’m not coming over,” You responded, feigning disappointment. You heard Nat sigh from the other line.

“Why not? Is it because of Bucky? I told you that he likes you, so I don’t know why you’re so scared to talk to him.”

“Well, I—”

“Seriously, you just have to buck up and tell him or something…”

“Nat.”

“…because if I have to sit here and watch you two pine for each other when it’s obvious that you like him and he likes you, I will lose my mind.”

“NAT!”

“What?”

Silence fell upon the call for a moment, letting the anticipation build for a bit of dramatic effect. You lowered your voice to a whisper before speaking. “I’m not coming because Bucky is here at my apartment.”

Nat immediately gasped. “Shut up! I knew you liked him, but I didn’t think it was that much. Holy shit, you barely know the guy!”

“Nat! That is NOT why he’s here and you know it!”

She laughed at your expense. “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to see what you’d say. But why is he there?”

“I was doing my work at a coffee shop this morning and he walked in just as I was about to leave. We talked for a minute, then he walked me home. End of story.”

“So, you’re staying there, then?”

“I mean… I’d rather spend time with him alone so I can get to know him better, so, yes.”

“Alright, well don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nat said with a teasing lilt to her voice. You rolled your eyes even though she wasn’t able to see.

“Goodbye, Nat.” You knew she’d hear the smile in your voice, so you hung up before she could say anything else back. Remembering you had a guest, who was probably waiting outside for you, you shuffled out back into the living room.

Your focus effortlessly fell onto Bucky, sitting patiently on the arm of your couch. You were unsure as to why, but he looked 10 times better than he did before, causing your face to heat up, yet again.

“S-Sorry I took so long. I had to call Nat really quick,” You explained before taking his wet clothes and heading over to your dryer. Bucky’s gaze followed you, a grin on his lips.

“I mean, you did leave me sitting out here for an awfully long time, but I suppose all is forgiven since you’re doing my laundry for me,” He chuckled. “Thank you, by the way.”

You set the timer for 30 minutes and strolled back over to him. “It’s no problem, really.”

“I’ve got to make it up to you somehow,” Bucky pondered. “I can’t cook, so that’s out of the question. It’s raining, so I can’t take you anywhere…”

“Bucky, it’s fine,” You giggled, coming to sit next to him on your couch. “I don’t need compensation or anything.”

“How about a movie?” He declared, ignoring your protests. You sighed, though with an unwilling grin on your lips, and raised your eyebrows.

“You’re not gonna give up on this, are you?”

“Not a chance,” Bucky quipped back, smirking. “You pick the movie and I am simply just here to enjoy it with you.”

Tearing you gaze away from him, you twisted your head to look at the television. You suppose it would be fair. Besides, you were totally counting this as a date.

“Okay, fine, I guess I’ll agree,” You said, patting the couch cushion next to you. Bucky rounded the couch and took his seat with a shit-eating grin on his face. You shook your head at the sight of it, swiveling so your back was resting against the arm of the couch and your feet were directly next to Bucky’s legs.

You selected a movie you thought you’d both enjoy—a cheesy romantic comedy—and settled into the couch.

You tried to pay attention to the film, really, you did, but as it went on and the silence between the pair of you grew louder, it was hard not to drown in your thoughts. Why did you choose this movie? You could have picked any movie on Netflix and you chose the one about a woman falling in love with a stranger. Was there a possibility that your subconscious selected it knowing that was exactly the position you were in?

Is Bucky wondering about the implications of this movie, too? He’d be a fool not to, right? God, what you’d give to have a peek inside his mind right now. He was probably weirded out by the fact that your feet were right next to him. Why did you sit like this? You could switch positions, but then that would definitely turn his attention back to you. You could—

“You’re doing it again,” Bucky spoke in a low, gravelly voice. You head whipped up and your eyes locked onto his, giving him a quizzical look. “You’re in your head making yourself nervous.”

You groaned almost inaudibly, biting the inside of your cheek. “Was it that obvious?”

“You weren’t even looking at the TV and you were fiddling with your fingers in your lap,” He stared at you sympathetically before reaching for the remote on the coffee table to pause the movie. “What’s got you so edgy?”

You thought about lying to him. It would certainly be easier, but how could you form a true bond based on lies?

“I don’t know, I just…” you let out a breath and shrugged, “…this isn’t normal for me. Normally, I’m more confident and I don’t give a rats ass what people think, but with you… I don’t know, you just make me nervous.”

“So, if I’m understanding right, you’re timid around me because you care of what I think about you…” Bucky clarified. You nodded shyly, going back to picking at the skin around your thumb. “Well, here’s what I think about you…”

“Oh, no, Bucky, that’s not what I—”

“Shh! I won’t take no for an answer,” He used your words against you, holding up his finger to stop you from interrupting. “You’re kind. One of the kindest human beings I’ve ever met, actually. I mean, who just lets a strange man into their apartment so that she can dry his clothes for him?”

“You’re not strange,” You laughed at his self-deprecating dig.

“You’re also funny. I’m stone cold sometimes, so it’s hard to make me laugh, but somehow you do it. I think part of it is the whole sheepish demeanor you have, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

You blushed for the millionth time and moved your head so he wouldn’t be able to see it as clearly as he would if you continued staring at him.

“I love your sense of style, too. Seriously, your socks are so cute! I love the little cherries,” Bucky joked, scratching at the fruit on the top of your foot with one finger. You spluttered a bit, covering that foot with the other to stop the ticklish sensation. Bucky quickly did it again, this time with all 5 fingers. You giggled and pulled both feet closer to yourself, heat creeping up your neck at the fact that the man you had a serious crush on now knew you were ticklish.

And by the devious look in his eyes, you could tell he was about to exploit it.

“And lastly,” Bucky said, gripping one of your ankles with his metal arm and tugging it towards him, “I love how ticklish you are!”

“No! Buhucky, WaHAHAIT!” You screeched as his fingers descended down onto your arch. You attempted to pull it from his vibranium grip with all your might, but it obviously didn’t work. “Nohoho fair! Yohou have suhuhuper strength!”

Bucky smiled at how your laughter pitched up once he got closer to the ball of your foot, so he refocused all his efforts there. “I think it’s very fair. This is definitely getting you out of your head!”

“Yohou jeHERK! NAHAHA!” Your struggle became more frantic as his fingers scribbled just underneath your toes. You hit the cushion of the couch to signal your need for air because words were definitely not easy to come by through your laughter.

Bucky relented immediately, releasing your ankle and twisting his body to face you. “Are you no longer nervous?”

You curled into yourself as you sent him a malicious glare, though it was absolutely non-threatening with a ticklish grin still on your face.

“Noho! Because now you know my secret and I’ll never live it down!” You shouted playfully. “Honestly, I do your laundry and this is the thanks I get?”

Bucky smirked. “Doll, I figured out this secret on the day we met. Now, where was that spot Nat got you that had you screaming, huh?” He lunged forward, latching his hands onto your thighs, squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger.

You gasped prior to letting out a squeak and falling into howling laughter. You batted your hands against his to push him away. “You wehehere lihistening?”

Bucky pinched his way up higher, hoping to find that weak spot on your hips. “Well, I mean it’s kind of hard to focus when there’s a tickle fight going on right outside the door,” He teased you, digging his thumbs into your hip bones. You squirmed underneath him, even though it was pointless. You weren’t getting out of this until Bucky decided to let you.

The ticklish shocks sent you into a state of euphoria, which was possibly why you didn’t immediately freak out at the fact that Bucky heard everything you said, meaning that he heard you say—or rather scream—that you liked him.

“Hmm, still not this one,” He commented, switching techniques as his hands found your belly, lighting scratching at the place between your side and navel. Your hands grabbed his wrists, but you made no serious moves to push him away. It wasn’t exceedingly unbearable and to be perfectly honest, you didn’t mind his hands all over you, tickling you senseless.

“Yohou’re nohohot gonna fihind it!” You taunted him back. He paused his attack and stared at you incredulously, baffled by the fact that you had the guts to be cheeky with him in such a precarious position. You took this second of reprieve to catch your breath, knowing he was nowhere near done with you.

“And what makes you think that?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not that ordinary of a place to be ticklish, I guess,” You shrugged, a self-satisfying smirk on your face. Bucky scoffed and laid his hands flat across your abdomen.

“Alright, here’s a deal. If I find it within the next 2 minutes, I get a dare. If I don’t, you get a dare,” He bargained. You took a second to wager your options. You were right; your weak spot wasn’t all too common, so you were a bit confident that you’d win this little game. The only question on your mind was ‘what is his angle here?’

“You want me to endure two whole minutes of torture just so you can dare me to do something?” You interrogated the soldier.

“Yes, but I promise to make my dare really good,” He winked. You locked eyes with him and saw the sincerity behind the playfulness. He was waiting for consent. He wouldn’t continue to seek out your weak spot without permission, which you found to be extremely sexy, because there’s nothing hotter than a man who respects boundaries.

How bad could it be, anyway?

“Fine, but just be prepared to lose, Barnes.”

Without responding, Bucky dove right back into tickling your belly, fluttering his fingers around the sensitive places that made your skin crawl. You fell back into giggles, thankful that he didn’t want to incapacitate you within the first few seconds.

Once he had his fun watching you squirm, he shot his hands up to the front of your ribs, causing you to jolt violently. All of your ribs were pretty ticklish, but some more than others.

“Ooh, did I find it already?” He asked teasingly, splaying his fingers wider and digging into the crevices of the bones. You screeched and clamped your elbows to your sides, hoping to block him.

“NOHOHOPE!” You yelled.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“TRUHUST ME! YOHOU’LL KNOHOHOW IF YOU FIHIND IT!”

Bellowing laughter ripped through you as Bucky pinched at your ribs. He was getting warm, but not warm enough, because he finally moved targets and slid his fingers into the hollows under your arms. The feeling of it caused you to yelp in surprise, but your cackles turned into belly laughter.

“Damn it,” Bucky hissed in frustration.

“Fohorty five seheconds,” You provoked him. He growled before jamming his thumbs into your upper ribs so that the rest of his fingers could wiggle against your back. “AHHHAHA!”

You pressed yourself farther into the couch cushions, hoping to stop his torturous fingers, but you only made it worse for yourself. His hands were trapped at the wretched spot now.

“Oh-ho-ho, what do we have here?” Bucky chuckled deviously, gliding his hands down an inch lower, making you jolt one last time before falling into silent laughter. “I win.”

You weakly swatted at his arms to get him to stop and he did without hesitation. He pulled his hands out from underneath you, grinning at you fondly. You hiccoughed a few times, still giggling intermittently, and covered your face with your hands to hide your utter embarrassment.

“You’re absolutely right, that is a very strange place to be ticklish,” Bucky stated once you calmed yourself. You groaned and he laughed at you. “That was very cute.”

“Shut up,” You snapped at him without any bite. “Go on, give me your dare.” You straightened yourself to sit upright on the sofa, waiting for the inevitable humiliating task.

You bit your lips in anticipation, suddenly very aware of how Bucky was looking at you.

“I dare you to kiss me,” He announced without an ounce of hesitation. It was matter-of-fact. He wasn’t asking, he was almost demanding, but you knew he wouldn’t force you to. “That day we met, I heard you and Nat in the hallway talking… and laughing. I heard you say that you liked me. Honestly, it was such a relief because I thought I was crazy for having those same feelings for you the second I laid eyes on you. So, I dare you to kiss me.”

Your breathing hitched in your throat, much like how it did that day in the gym. It was his confession back to you. It left you no doubt in your mind that he felt the same mutual connection. Then, your lips twisted into a smile as you leant forward to press a kiss to his.

Your skin automatically felt 10 degrees warmer than it had been a second ago as Bucky’s hand rested on the side of your face. You sighed happily into his mouth, relishing in this moment because God, how was this your life.

Bucky drew back once he’d had his fill and stroked his thumb across your cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered.

You drank the compliment as if it were a cup of cold water on a hot day; savoring it in every way possible. You brought your hand to rest on top of his and half-smiled.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” You blinked, waiting for his answer.

Bucky was quiet for a moment, gazing admiringly into your eyes. “Before the day I met you, I would have said no.” He surged towards you, kissing you passionately once more, then pulled back to finish what he was saying. “But it definitely exists.”

“I think so, too,” You replied in a hushed voice. You pulled his hand away from your face, placing a small peck onto his palm before interlocking your fingers with his.

There would be days were you still might get nervous around Bucky. Hell, if he kissed you like that every day, then maybe your hands would never stop shaking. But now, as the feelings between the two of you were out in the open, you might feel confident every now and then.

Confident that Bucky loves you just as much as you love him.

part 2

[noaltbruh]

Hey I saw your requests are open and I enjoyed reading the last Bucci gang fic you posted so much that I wanted to ask one of my own! If you do decide to do this request I want to thank you very much and tell you to take your time 😄❤️

Can I get Bucci gang + Trish with a female petite partner Under 5’2 w/ a small build who’s a surprise glutton? She eats healthy, fasts, only drinks water but when they go somewhere unhealthy once in a while she’ll eat 4-6 plates of food plus dessert. She eats super proper too, excusing her burp, back straight, legs crossed and dabbing the crumbs off the corner of her mouth with napkin, all without ruining her lipstick. If they go for gelato or icecream she’ll get 4 scoops w/toppings. When they eat Mexican food she eats 16 tamales or 13 tacos, chips and salsa w/ a large drink. If they tease her or commend her she gets very bashful and self conscious about it. Their partner is used to shocked reactions but she gets bashful around them because she’s embarrassed that it looks unattractive. If they’re sweet about it she gives them smitten looks.

Thank you so much for your request! Just wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed writing them and you're always welcomed to ask for more 😊

I decided to write small scenarios instead of headcanons, I hope you don't mind! :)

By the way, this reminded me of the time when I went to get sushi and when I found out that "All you can eat" applied to deserts as well, I became a freaking aspirator.

Giorno 🐞

Summer time, such a nice period of the year. The already busy streets of Napoli were flooded with tourists and groups of people hanging out, enjoying a nice break after long months of hard work.

Of course, however, occasions such as these ones were not as common when you're part of the Mafia, let alone, the Boss of it. Don Giorno has always been a responsible person: uptight, mature and dedicated to his job, but at heart, he was still a teenager.

His life pre joining his gang was a rather simple one, aside from...Ahem, scamming innocent strangers, but if there was something one wouldn't expect for the freaky Mafia Don...Was his love for sweet food...And people he deemed as his close ones, especially his found family and lovely darling.

In fact, on those rare situations where the charming boy could afford to put his mind at ease, away from work, he'd make sure to pay back his tesoro for the time he had to be away from her, giving her his full attention.

The two of you were waking down the sea side, accompanied by the music of street players and the sun shining above your heads. As they say...Il sole illumina i belli, and in Giorno's eyes, you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

He loved your petite figure and when you'd rest your head on his soft chest or legs, as he filled your forehead with kisses. He was glad to have found someone so classy and well-mannered as you, you always helped him maintain a professional, high classed image whenever the two of you would be seen in public together.

As such, you can imagine the surprise that awaited him when you went to get a sweet treat together that afternoon. You knew that there was a small gelato stall in the zone you were currently in, it was Giorno's favourite, and the man who worked there would always greet him with a smile every time he stopped by.

"Why don't we get a cono, cara?"

He asked with a soft voice.

"Oh, uhm...Okay, sure!"

You replied, a bit hesitant. It's not like you weren't hungry, quite the opposite actually, you just knew you wouldn't have been able to control yourself, as soon as you saw all those different flavors exposed in front of your eyes. You could already feel the saliva forming in your mouth and your pupils expand like the ones of a puppy, hoping your boyfriend somehow wouldn't have noticed.

You could already predict what he was going to pick: chocolate and pistachio, a classic for him. However, when you were the one who had to speak up and order your own, you just...Felt your usual composure leaving your body, as you just shamelessly ordered one of the weirdest, unhealthiest combinations possible: setteveli, tiramisù, zuppa inglese and amarena, an unusual mix of sweet and bitter, before asking if you could add cream too.

You could see the man smiling lightly, as he handed you over your ice-creams and waved you a good afternoon. Giorno and you sat on the nearest bench you could find, when you noticed he hadn't even touched his own, he was just looking at you, before he patted the top of your forehead and let out a small laughter.

"Hehe, oh my, who would have thought that you shared my same weakness?"

You felt the point of your ears turning red, as you sensed the embarrassment kicking in and the cream already melting a bit in your palm.

"Sorry...I couldn't help myself"

In that moment, however, a delicate kiss was pressed against your cheek.

"What are you even apologizing for? I think it's actually kind of cute"

"Really? You aren't just saying that to make me feel better, right?"

"I suggest we stop worrying about such frivolous things, and actually start eating before it completely melts, it'd be a shame to let something so delicious go to waste"

The shy smile you gave him turned into a huge grin as soon as you bit into it, it felt so refreshing, just what you needed, it had been a while since you've had something outside of your usual, strict diet.

You took the napkin wrapped around the ice-cream and wiped away any sort of stain from the corners of your mouth, Golden boy was genuinely surprised by how you weren't going to forget your well manners even in such an informal context.

"Elegant as always, I see"

Bruno 🤐

Ever since tour first meeting, Bruno gas alzata struck you as a person. He was genuinely kind, self sacrificing, selfless...Sometimes even too much for his own good.

And on top of this, his refined manners just sent you completely in awe. Everything he did, from the way he walked to the way he talked, sometimes it felt like talking to a prince, or someone you just knew belonged to an high-classed society.

And partially, that was true, although a bit different from what one would imagine...Surely, being one of the most influential people in the Mafia was not the first "job" that came to one's mind, when thinking about sophistication.

You knew Bucciarati wasn't a judgmental person, but giù couldn't help big vero like you just HAD to keep up with this image, this reflected very well in your helathy diet and the attention you out into following the etiquette, without ever taking another step.

Or, at the very least, that is what you had shown to your partner so far.

Just like his Boss, Bruno couldn't always be by your side, despite how much he wished he could. He had many errands and duties he had to take care of, and you understood, but always hoping for him to come back to you as soon as he could.

He loved to cook for you and the way you leaned your head against his shoulder, he always thought your small figure only made you look even cuter than you already were, you were adorable.

And when Bruno was finally able to free himself from work, even if it was just for a day. You were having a nice, simple date at the beach, he had showed you how to fish, something he had learnt from his father in the past, and you were now cuddled up in each other's arms, admiring the sky.

Time to get back home was approaching fast, but there was something bothering you in the back of your brain...Or rather, in the middle of your stomach.

You couldn't help but notice a small cafe, not far away from the stone entrance to the beach. Before Bruno could take you back to your car, you asked, a bit bashful:

"Uhm...Amore, how about we stopped there for a minute, before leaving?"

You looked in the direction of the small place with the corner of your eye, to which Bucciarati nodded, smiling at you.

"If you were hungry, you could have just told me sooner"

You let out a nervous laughter, perfectly aware to what was coming ahead. It sounded silly to say, but you partially wished he would have declined.

As you stepped in, you directed your gaze towards the menu, which listed any type of granita you could possibly imagine, while the smell of those fresh, just baked brioches filled your nose.

"What are you going to get?"

Your boyfriend said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I'll...Need a moment, you can go first"

"Alright"

Bruno got a simple coffee flavored one, but you, being unable to choose a single thing, thought it was a good idea to mix up chocolate, strawberry and cream, all or this accompanied by a brioche as well.

You sat on one of the small tables outside, as the other gave you a somehow...Concerned look. You couldn't enjoy the sweet, fresh taste of your treat, feeling his eyes stuck on you.

He was surprised, but not because he thought what you had chosen what grotesque, he was just worried.

"Cara..Are you sure you about what you chose?"

You held your hands in one another, after placing a napkin on your thighs.

"Am I embarrassing you? I...I get it...Sorry"

You saw the one in front of you slightly tilting his head to the right.

"Embarrassing me? Don't be silly, I'm nobody to judge you for this, I just...Wouldn't want you to feel sick"

You unconsciously smiled hearing that last bit, had you forgotten who you were talking to? It was impossible he would have thought less of you for something so superficial.

The freshness of the cream, together with the icy chocolate and strawberry felt so sweet, and once the two were done eating, Bruno concluded.

"I'll keep that in mind next time I'll make a nice meal for the two of us, tesoro"

Mista 🔫

One thing Mista would always stand out for, ironically, was the simple and go with the flow way he had been living life since he was born.

Even when he became part of Passione, this boy still enjoyed the everyday things the world around him had to offer. If you didn't know, you probably wouldn't even think he was a mafioso, just some random teen trying to enjoy his youth.

Your dates with him are either incredibly chill, or the most random, unpredictable moments in your life. Most of the time, whenever he asks you to hang out, you can be sure he's going to improvise everything, from what you're going to do to where you will go.

He won't say it out loud, but sometimes he almost feels like he doesn't deserve someone with your elegant manners, like you're just too good for him. He eats way more than he most likely should, doesn't know what napkins are and specifically looks for the places with the most...Questionable cooking, just to see how bad it actually is.

He knows better than to make you come along though, so your stomach has always been safe...Until now, that is.

It was the middle of the night, both of you have had to deal with plenty of missions and duties, and haven't had much time to joke around in the recent times. When you finally got a weekend off, however, Mista decided it was the right moment to absolutely go feral and do the first thing that came in your mind without thinking about it twice.

The two of you were taking a ride on his motorcycle, your boyfriend wasn't following any of the speed limits in front of you, and accidentally crushed against a lamppost thrice in half an hour. You had no idea of where you were going whatsoever, you just wanted to have fun and enjoy the moment.

You arrived in a part of the city far away from your home, neither of you were exactly sure is this area was safe or not, but it's not like it was a problem for the mafioso with a gun in his pants.

You got down and watched him put the vehicle in the first parking lot he could find. As soon as he was done, he placed his elbow on top of your head and smirked. He would always be teasing you for your short appearance, once he even called you "midget". It was annoying, but you were mature enough not to take him seriously and understand that he was just messing with you to see your reaction.

He actually thought you looked adorable, he was just too much of an idiot to tell you in a way that didn't sounds sarcastic.

"Heh, hope you liked the ride, bambola"

"Sure, I hope you're going to like all the fines you're gonna get for driving that way"

"Like I'll ever pay them"

You decided to go for a walk and see if there was anything fun to do, a nightclub to party for a couple of hours, before heading back to your house would have been perfect.

As you were busy listening to his newest idea on why owning a pet pig would actually be a good idea, you couldn't help but feel a hole in your stomach that just begged for you to fill it. You tried to ignore it, as three am. was probably not the best time for a snack... Especially considering what your idea of "snack" was.

To be fair, you weren't really scared he would have judged you for the way you loosened up on your usual strict diet when you would eat outside. The big with the quirky hat surely was in position to tell you to limit yourself.

Still, you hesitated, you've always been used to kind of hide this tendency of your, it embarrassed you, and he was still your boyfriend, after all.

All of a sudden, however, you felt the hand he had placed in your hip as you were walking...Push you a bit closer to the other, as he pointed out to a building not so far away from where you were staring in that moment.

"Oi! Let's go grab some stuff, I'm hungry!"

You raises your head a bit and tried to hide your excited smile when you realized what he was referring to: it was a restaurant. Oh, don't get the wrong idea, not some fancy place, a Mexican one.

"Mexican food? Now?"

You sarcastically questioned, when he started dragging you to the place even before gracing you with an even more sarcastic answer.

"Aw, is your stomach too delicate for that, princess??"

You punched him lightly on the shoulder, before you both burst out laughing. It was in that moment you decided to out your usual sense of decency outside, and show this guy who was the little delicate princess here.

"Be serious!"

"No, no I don't think I will"

The restaurant was surprisingly full of people despite the unconventional time of the day. You sat down at the nearest table you saw and looked at the menu.

"You can always get a glass of water if you don't feel like getting anything, ya know?"

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine"

The dead inside expression of your waiter turned into one of visible concern when your boyfriend had the shameless idea of ordering 15 tacos all for himself. Just when the girl serving you was going to ask you if you were going to share, you said:

"I'll have what he's having"

Giving him your smuggest smirk, which he reciprocated, accepting your challenge.

"Oh yeah? Still salty from I said earlier?"

"Nah"

You crossed your legs and placed both of your hands on top of your thighs.

"I just felt like it"

As soon as everything arrived, you didn't even have time to blink, before both of you threw yourselves on your food. Mista ended up finishing before you and rubbing in your face, considering that he didn't take any breaks to use a napkin or worry about other "formalities"

He leaned back on his chair, almost falling off, a huge grin slammed on his face.

"I win, but nice try, didn't know you had that in you"

You smiled reassigned, biting into your last taco.

"About that idea you told me about earlier..."

"Yes?"

"Why would I need a pet pig when I already have you?"

"HEY! WATCH IT"

The rest of the night went well, it surely made up for the terrible stomachache the two of you had the day after.

Narancia 🍊

Whenever you felt like things were getting a bit tougher than usual, there were expectations on your shoulders it was hard to keep up with, or just too many responsibilities to handle, you could always count on Narancia to cheer you up, no matter what.

Some would have called him a bit childish, but you just loved that part of him too, his innocence and carefree nature intrigued you quite a lot.

He was used to people looking down on him and considering the kid of the gang, he wasn't as elegant as Giorno, or Bruno, or even Abbacchio, for all that mattered.

He couldn't help but feel self-concious about himself even when the two of you would spend time together, especially if you were to go to a restaurant and have dinner with the rest of the squad.

You could even notice him trying to mimic your body language and refined manners, he genuinely tried to...But he wasn't exactly very good at it. If you ever were to bring it up, he'd deny everything, saying that you're reading way too much in the way he placed a napkin on his legs.

He just wanted to look like some super fancy man in your eyes...When you honestly didn't care, especially since your healthy eating habits were mostly a façade.

And when he found out about it, a part of him finally felt relieved.

It was one of those lazy Sundays afternoon, it was the only day of the week where Fugo wouldn't tutor him, and he always made sure to make the most of it. However, ever since he had met you, just having you by his side made it a day well spent.

The two of you were running down the street, not a care in your mind, as Narancia picked you up on his shoulders to give you a piggy back ride. You almost fell off him a couple of times, but it didn't matter, you were used to it after all.

Your boyfriend loved your petite, slim figure, not just because you looked adorable, but because he loved to carry you like you were as light as a leaf. He'd always spin you around, bridal style carry you...Or, well, what he was doing right now. It was nice to have someone who didn't judge you for your height, he wasn't much better than you, after all.

It felt wonderful to finally get such a nice view of everything around you, but sometimes you'd just stare down at him, his big purple eyes, and his even bigger smile. However, something did catch you off guard: when he abruptly stopped, with not warning whatsoever, you immediately became rigid, already preparing yourself for a possible attack.

"W-What's the matter, cucciolo? Why did you stop?!"

But all worries soon dissipated, when his eyes widened even further, as he had to stop himself from bouncing up and down.

"Dolcezza, look look! That place is huuuge!"

You looked in front of you, and noticed the new supermarket it had just recently opened. You had seen bigger ones before, but you weren't surprised by how something so mundane seemed to have caught his attention like a kid with a toy.

"I wanna get some snacks, come on!"

"W-Wait, Nari, put me down first!"

You said, before you could accidentally bump your head against the wall.

"Whoops! Hehe...Sorry"

As you both walked in, you watched, amused, as Narancia ran from every section to one another, picking chips, chocolate bars, candies, sugary drinks...Thankfully, all the missions he took care of helped him lose weight.

After he was done paying for everything (with a little reminder from you), you spotted a couple of branches under a tree, it was getting pretty hot outside, so a little temporary repair from the sun wouldn't have hurt.

You knew very well that your boyfriend didn't enjoy sharing his food. Not because he was greedy or anything, but the memories of being forced to look in dirty garbage cans, hoping to find anything slightly edible, made him quite "protective" of what he had now.

So, when you saw him hand you one of the boxes of cookies he had just bought, you'd lie if you said a part of you wasn't surprised by that gesture, despite the fact that this boy would have done anything for you, this little act felt...Really special.

"I know they probably don't sit well with your diet and all, but you know, it won't hurt to sgarrare for once, right?"

He said, blinking at you. While you usually tried to avoid sweet food, the smell of those chocolate chips was calling out to you like the singing of a mermaid.

"Hehe, just one, ok?"

"Sure sure, whatever!"

That's what you had in mind, at least, but you realized you might have exaggerated a little, when looking down at the box, you realized that there wasn't a single crumb left.

You sensed your cheeks turning light pink from the embarrassment, when you heard Narancia snorting, before he started laughing out loud, almost dropping a soda to the ground.

You were half expecting him to make fun of you, he loved to tease everybody, after all, and while you weren't exactly his favourite target, it didn't mean you always got away with everything without one of his comments.

But instead, after he was done giggling, he let out a long sigh and placed an arm around your shoulder.

"So you're normal!"

"W-What?"

"Yeah! I don't have to worry about being all fancy dancy around ya, you got a weak spot too, haha!"

You versed some orange juice in a little plastic glass, making sure not to leave any stains on the sides of your lips.

"Well, I suppose nobody is perfect"

You concluded, patting him on the head.

Fugo 🍓

Something that always made you curious about Fugo, was his, for a lack of a better term, "double-faced" nature. His anger issues could be quite...Challenging to deal with from time to time, but when those were nowhere to be seen, strawberry boy was incredibly mature for his age. So much, it almost worried you sometimes.

You could guess that, as he had grown up in quite the strict household, his parents' expectations forced him to only behave in the most perfect, fancy and careful way imaginable. Saying that he "knew one thing or two" about etiquette, as he'd sometimes tell you when you brought the subject up, was an underestimation.

And in return, he appreciated the way you acted, and how you seemed to care, at least even a tiny bit, about your own well-being. As he had gotten used to hang with Mista and Narancia, who did not even know how to spell etiquette, and that would have probably eaten a quiche found under a bench if it looked tasty enough or even if it didn't.

It was nice having someone a bit more like to himself, he was refined by nature, and be was quite sure that, even without his parents' influences, he would have turned out in a similar way.

He was still a teenager though, and you sometimes wondered if he, too, secretly had a more...Uhm, mundane side, to put it simple, that he wasn't really used to show when he was with somebody else.

Surely, however, seeing you show that part of yourself caught him off guard, although not necessarily in a bad way, of course.

The two of you loved to plan your dates and go out together in the middle of the week, because you knew those were the days where less people were free to do the same, it partially felt like having the city all for yourself. When you're part of the Mafia, free or busy days don't really depend on anything, just the amount of missions and paperwork to take care of, which you couldn't really control.

There was an old bakery quite distant from the most crowded streets and areas of the town, not many people knew about it, but it had enough recurrent clients for the family that ran it to keep it open for entire generations by now. You were two of them, the people working then would recognise and greet you with a smile every time they'd see you.

When you entered the place, you were walking arm in arm, Panni could be quite the gentleman, even though you wouldn't really tell at first. You knew he was rather insecure and didn't have much faith in his strengths , and while he was very well aware of the fact that you were strong enough to take care of yourself, he often felt the need to protect you from actually non existent threats.

Maybe it was just because of your look, it was a matter of fact that someone not particularly tall as you would be an easy target for anyone, you couldn't help but think that he worried about you too much, but you did secretly enjoy seeing this more confident side of him, even if it only came out to "keep you safe" when he really didn't have to.

He wasn't one to judge by appearance, but you'd often catch him smiling just looking at your direction, he always thought you looked incredibly tenera, but he wouldn't dare to just blatantly said it out loud, he was pretty shy regarding the subject of "compliments".

The little wooden door swung open, catching the attention of a woman who was standing behind the shiny counter filled with all sorts of homemade pastries and cookies.

"Good afternoon! It's nice to see you again"

She welcomed you. You reciprocated her greeting and were deciding what to get, you would have sworn on your life that Fugo was going to pick something strawberry flavored, he was quite predictable on this matter.

The lady, who had learnt to memorize your taste and usual orders, pointed to a small table for two and smiled.

"We've just added a new recipe to our menu, and since you're recurring costumers, I was wondering if you'd like to be the first one to try it. It's on the house, of course!"

Admittedly, the perspective of free sweets sounded tempting for you, although your boyfriend's reaction soon destroyed your fantasies.

"Thank you for your offer, but I don't think it would be fair for us not to pay for it"

"Y-Yeah, that's right"

You added, feeling a bit disappointed.

"It wouldn't be a problem for us, really "

The woman insisted

"It's a cestino di fragole filled with cream and chocolate on the sides of the dough, I believe you would really like it, young boy!"

You chuckled, Pannacotta's tastes were really too obvious.

"...Alright, we'll try it"

He answered, not being able to resist to the temptation.

"Perfect, I'll be back in a minute"

She followed her words, and the pastry was served in front of you. You split it in two and took a bite, it was the best rendition of this sweet you had ever tried. The cream was fresh, the strawberries were juicy and the additional chocolate only made it tastier. All those flavors mixed up with the crunchy dough...It felt like biting into a piece of Heaven.

"What do you think, caro? Do you like it?"

You asked him, making sure there were no traces of red fruits on your face.

"A lot, not that I'm surprised, this place never disappoints"

"Agreed!"

You happily replied, calling the woman's attention. Up to that moment, whenever the two of you would come to get something in the bakery, you always limited yourself with the amount of pastries you'd get, you didn't want to look overly gluttonous in front of your partner.

However, by the time the waiter reached your table, you had made up your mind. If you wanted to exaggerate for once, so be it.

"Please, you could bring us other...Six of these cestini? We'll pay for them, of course"

"Excuse me?"

She responded, turning into Fugo's direction, to see if he approved of the idea.

"A-Amore, are you sure about this? I'm not really hungry anymore"

"Don't worry Panni, I know you don't eat much"

"I-...Alright, as you wish"

The one in front of you didn't utter a word until the sweets arrived, staring a the tray on the table, and then in your direction.

"I uhm...Didn't know you liked this kind of thing so much"

He commented, surprise filling his voice. You were starting to regret your decision, you shouldn't have left the temptation get to you, you just wanted to loosen up with your diet for once.

"Although...I suppose I can't blame you"

He chuckled, bringing an hand in front of his mouth, this sudden change caught you off guard.

"I admit, if I had the stomach to eat so much, I'd probably do the same"

You smiled, grabbing the first one from the tray with a napkin.

"Really? I really can't see you do that"

"Well, I would have said the same about you up until five minutes ago, but enjoy yourself, I just...Hope you won't end up getting sick from all these"

"I won't...You don't have to worry about me all the time, you know? But thank you for it"

You both smiled at each other.

"You're welcome...And is it okay if I grab another strawberry from one of them"

You giggled and nodded slightly, your legs were crossed and your well composed position gave the idea you were about to try a fancy meal at a five star rated restaurant.

"Of course, Panni"

(For a reference, this is what you had :) )

Abbacchio ⏮️

Admittedly, Abbacchio did not expect to take a liking for such as much as he ended up doing. Clearly, considering the relationship the two of you are in.

He originally thought of your presence as another one of the many bothers him and Bruno had to take care of, in order to make sure you wouldn't act or do something either incredibly reckless or irresponsible.

On the contrary, you soon became a sort of relief to him, as you tried your best to nicely blend in with the other two "adults" of the group. Your way of being reflected, at the very least, a decent level of maturity and refinement to accompany the former.

Abbacchio's table manners were not perfect, surely listening to music with earphones wouldn't be considered a perfect behavior, especially when eating with others. That does not mean that he wasn't able to act high classed, if he meant to, it just didn't come as naturally for him as it was for you... Apparently.

And if he hadn't been forced to maintain an acceptable image of himself, you could swear he would have almost spilled some of his wine during one of your dates, seeing the gluttonous side you attempt not to show very often.

Celebrating the Patron Saint of each city is quite the big occasion in a religious country like Italy, and it is quite easy to guess that Napoli, being the noisy town that it is, would make a great deal out of it.

Plenty of streets were filled with stands selling all sorts of good, from jewelry, to clothes, to food and much more.

Although Abbacchio was not particularly fond of all the noise and people that came with this sort of event, he didn't have much of a choice but to tag along, as most members of the gang were eager to throw themselves in the crowd and the festivity.

Once you got there, however, everybody scattered pretty quickly, all running and walking in compete different directions, leaving you alone to enjoy the atmosphere with your partner.

"Urgh, this is lame. Those guys went their own ways, can't we just go home now?"

The man protested, but the excitement that surround the whole street was too much for you to resist, maybe you could convince the grumpy goth to have fun, even in a place like this.

"Come on caro, don't be so biased"

You said, holding his hand a bit tighter.

"We're already here, we could enjoy it while we're at it, don't you think?"

Seeing your enthusiasm, he decided to let it slide and play along, it wouldn't have been fair to force you to leave, if that's what you really wanted. So, after signing heavily, he reluctantly agreed.

"...Alright, but not for long"

"You won't regret it, you'll see"

You noticed him letting go of your hand, which caught you off guard and saddened you a little. Did he not want people to understand you were together? He did use to act a bit like that during your early dating phase, but this tendency of his had disappeared with time.

However, you soon felt him grabbing you by your waist as he started walking again, making sure you were always close to him. This gesture in a public place left you even more speechless than the previous one, you didn't really understand why he did so, but you decided not to question it and simply enjoy his touch as it was.

It might sound as a bit of a mockery, but one of the reason why he didn't think much of you at first was also for your rather short appearance. He couldn't help but see you as a kid when he first met you, but to be fair, his imposing figure over your small one did intimidate quite a lot back then as well.

Now, instead, it made you feel secure. You were a bit used to people picking on you for your body, and it's not like you couldn't stand up to them, but having someone like Abbacchio to defend you already made them run away even with a glance, which was nice.

And despite how ironic it is, he was low-key scared he could have lost you in the flow of people if both of you were not careful enough. He convinced himself that the only reason why he was holding you like this was merely to keep you safe, not because he liked feeling you so close to himself. Either way, it's not like his excuse was much less cute than the truth.

During almost the entirety of your walk, you did not buy anything, you just enjoyed looking around and taking some time to admire all the goods people had to offer. You could even notice Abbacchio gently smiling at you when he'd see your big eyes getting wider as they fell on a bracelet or something alongside those lines.

However, while your attention would easily and quickly jump from one thing to another, you felt your gaze basically being glued to one of the small "expositions". It was selling a variety of classic Napoletani sweets, one in particular caught your curiosity: there was a tray full of babà, rather simple pastries that stood out for one characteristic. In fact, the recipe includes putting them in a bowl full of liquor before they could be considered done.

Because of this, you were most certain that your partner wouldn't have minded sharing some with you, although of course they weren't as intense as his special wines.

"Don't tell me, you want to get some of those"

Said the Albino. He didn't read your mind or anything, it was written on your face how much you were dying to try them.

You chuckled nervously.

"Is it really that obvious?"

"Yes, yes it is"

As you got closer to the booth, you noticed how there were twenty of them in total, the sugary smell they emitted most definitely did not make you think straight, considering the words that left your mouth in the moment the seller asked how how many you would have liked to have.

"All of them, thank you"

You answered, as it had been the most natural reaction in the world.

"...Excuse me?"

Abbacchio raised an eyebrow at you, but you didn't even look at him, simply handing your money to the other and taking the nicely wrapped babàs, you could tell they were freshly made just by their look.

"Well, we're going to eat them together, aren't we?"

You told your boyfriend, as a way to justify this rather...Impulsive decision. Even if you were going to do so, surely one wouldn't expect two people to share so many of them.

"I suppose I wouldn't mind trying one...But clearly, you can't eat the rest all by yourself, you do realize how bad these things are for you, don't you?"

You felt unable to reply, you should have expected him to commend you for it, but it's not like you did that all the time.

Noticing how you suddenly went quiet, however, Abbacchio couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for his words, he was surprised, that was all.

You could hear him sighing, before an hand was placed on your head. The man rolled his eyes to the sky, but gave you a sympathetic look and smile.

"Fine...It's not up to me to judge you for this, you decide how you want to treat your body"

"Do you mean that?"

"Sure" He added. "I just hope you won't get drunk with all the alcohol in these"

Caught unprepared by his sarcasm, you giggled, taking two of the sweets with a couple of napkins that were laying on the stall, you didn't want to get your hands dirty. You handed one to him and kept the other for yourself, biting into it.

"Aren't you even going to wait to get home to try them?"

"Why should I?"

You shrugged.

"You know that if I do, those guys are going to eat all of them"

As the taller one took a bite from his own, he contained a small laughter.

"Yeah, I can't blame you"

Trish 🎙

Now, Trish was not an humble person. She wasn't narcissistic or anything at such level, but if given the chance to, she probably wouldn't have missed out on an occasion to stand up from the mass, to show her uniqueness. She was quite proud of the person that she was and had become with time, but it was rather...Unexpected, when she started dating someone that just seemed to resemble her so much.

The two of you were a power couple, with a lot in common both physically and personality wise. Trish immediately went over heels for you, she just "loved your vibe", as she likes to say, but even trying and putting all her will power into it, she would never be able to come up with a single trait of you that she didn't find pleasant.

She was a girl with high standards, not a luxury many could afford. After all, it is not hard to guess that being a pop star already puts you in a pedestal, whether you like it or not. But you, despite any negative expectation you might have had beforehand, managed to hit her right on the heart.

She was in love with the way you presented yourself, with your composure, your fine tastes and just your general image, you perfectly reflected the idea of perfection she had created in her mind regarding how a good partner should behave. She had a bit of a teasing side to herself, but there was just nothing negative to even joke around regarding you.

And, of course, she was nothing less than you. She could afford to have high standards because she managed to meet them herself, there was something so gracious about her, it was enchanting, to say the least.

She was appreciative of the fact that the two of you had some very similar eating habitats too, as some members of the gang would sometimes tease her for her "skepticism" and tell her to loosen up once in a while. But that didn't apply to you: both of your diets were incredibly healthy, you stayed away from anything too caloric and with your careful mannerisms, you basically made even something like eating look elegant.

But, of course, your relationship was not simply built about something a bit superficial such as each other's manners, you genuinely respected and cared for one another. In particular, the more time you spend with Trish, the more you were able to see through the facade she maintained being a celebrity, and realizing that deep down, she's just a really sweet teenage girl.

On a certain occasion, in particular, you both unexpectedly dropped one of your walls, this exchange felt extremely casual...And kind of adorable, in its own way.

It had been a couple of months since you saw each other. Trish was a busy person and being celebrity meant having no choice but to move from one place to another basically without any previous warning and in a very short amount of time.

As such, you always made sure to cherish the moments where it was just you and no one, nothing else, they felt so rare...And you treasured them all.

You had no idea she had come back in town at all. Last time you had asked her when she would have been able to come visit you and the others, she simply told you she had no way to know, apologised and asked you to a bit more patient, even if it wasn't easy.

However, after you finally came back home after a quite long mission, you heard your phone vibrating. You picked it up and noticed that your girlfriend had just sent you a message, inviting you to head to the nearby park as soon as you could. When you texted back to ask for an explanation, she didn't answer, simply sending you a smiley with heart eyes.

But you weren't dumb and, not taking long to do 2+2, you wore something nice and did as you were told. You couldn't wait to see your partner again after all this time, and neither could she.

You arrived at the place at light speed and looked around, it was no small park, and many of people of different ages' favourite rendezvous. Soon enough, however, after two or three minutes of wandering around, you found your sweetheart sitting under a tree, a nice picnic set already prepared for the two of you.

"Cucciolotta! I'm so happy to see you!"

She happily exclaimed, getting up and walking up to you, giving you a kiss on your lips. She took a moment to admire your look.

"You look stunning as always"

She added with a sweet smile on her face, before you could even elaborate a decent answer to her greeting.

Needless to say, in fact, that Trish couldn't help but compliment your body each and every time she had the opportunity to do so. She was a bit taller than you, but very much, just barely enough for it to be noticeable. She had always been used to be the shortest among her friends, so that's why she wouldn't have dared do even lightly tease you about it.

She's always loved to get matching dresses due to your similar appearance and would sometimes call you her "little doll", remarking your cuteness every time she'd see you with a new outfit, or just one that she thought looked particularly good on you. On top of this, she had a weakness for patting you on the head, skylight she worried if that was going to mess your hair up.

You reciprocated her smile and greeted her with another kiss.

"How come you didn't tell me you were coming back?"

"Where would the fun have been in that, silly?"

She said, turning around and proudly admiring the picnic set she had nicely organized.

You giggled, admiring all the food lying on it. Everything was full of details and decorations made with sugar and similar toppings, something like this must have taken multiple hours to prepare.

"Don't tell me...You made all this by yourself?!"

"Of course I did, bambolina! It was the least I could do after all the time I had to be away"

She answered, sitting back and patting the tablecloth, as an invite to join her. You took a sit on her right and curled up a bit on yourself, in order not to occupy too much space.

"It wasn't necessary, really...I know that you would have done it sooner if you had the chance to"

You said, watching while she was already handing you over a slice of tiramisù, it was one of those things you'd rarely see her eat, considering how caloric it was, but you did know she had a thing for coffee, so it wasn't that much of a surprise.

"Well, I had fun with it, so who cares?"

She innocently blinked an eye, you were amazed at how much effort she had clearly put in surprising you with all this. Your heart melted a little, noticing how enthusiastic she looked as you took a bite out of the soft cake.

"So? What do you think? Do you like it?"

"I...Do! I had no idea you could cook so well, Trish"

Indeed, it was the first time you ever tried something made by her, you had always assumed that she wasn't very fond of getting her hands dirty with ingredients and such. It only proved to you once more how much you shouldn't judge someone simply based on the way she acts at first glance.

"Well yeah, I did quite often as a kid to help my mother out a little, it wasn't easy to take care of a child all alone, you know?"

"I see...That's very sweet"

You replied in a soft tone. You could see her blushing a little, but she shrugged it off.

"C-Come on...It was nothing special"

"If you say so"

Almost as sweet as the slice in your respective plates. You knew you weren't going to be satisfied with a single, whether because of its delicious taste, of because it almost felt like you could taste your partner's lobe through it, it was like a small piece of Heaven laying in front of you.

You got so absorbed in it, you didn't even realize as your hand naturally went over to cut another one, and yet one more even after that, as you kept on completing the "chef" after try.

You even failed to notice how, at the same exact time, your significant other was doing the same exact thing. Two girls, both always sticking out for their healthy lifestyles and diets, devouring an entire tray of tiramisù together, like it was a bowl of salad.

It wasn't until it went empty, that both of you were snapped back into reality. You looked at the tray in front of you, and then in each other's eyes, the silence was broken by your giggles.

"Don't tell me we just..."

You were suddenly interrupted by the girl, even more embarrassed than you about what she had just done.

"W-What? We didn't do anything!"

She protested, arms crossed as she looked away. You were usually the flustered once when your friends would see what you really were capable of when you were hungry, surely you did not expect the roles to be swapped like that.

"Come on honey, how could we even resist such a deliciousness?"

You tried to comfort her, as she put an hand over her mouth to cover her pink cheeks.

"Out of everything we have in common, I would have never fussed this would have been another one of them"

She sarcastically said, trying to play it cool.

"You're right, I'm surprised too. Guess it'll be our little secret, won't it?"

She went quiet for a small second.

"Fine...But you still ate it more than me"

She added, not looking at you in the eyes.

"Sure thing, cara"

And with that, the two of you went back to enjoy the rest of her cooking, feeling a bit lighter than before.

[morganwrites12672]

Ok so reader x robin buckley as the s/o angst with a happy ending where the reader gets really hurt or sick or something over the holidays but doesn't like die lol

Ofc!

Robin Buckley x Reader

It was Christmas week, and you were deathly ill. Okay, not actually, but you felt like you were dying. In reality it was only the flu.

That didn't change the fact that you felt like you were dying, but you had to act like you felt fine so you didn't scare the living hell out of robin.

"M'fine," you grumble when she anxiously check your temperature again. She sighs, she knows you feel like complete shit.

"Babygirl I know you don't feel good," Robin replies with a temple kiss. That shocked you, she was terrified of getting sick.

"Thought you didn't wanna get sick," you mumble and Robin smiles at you. She hated it when you were sick, but she had to admit; you were cute when you were loopy.

"I don't," Robin says, "but I also can't go without giving you at least a kiss," she says with a squeeze of your hand.

Robin was scared, you looked like death. You were incredibly pale, your appetite had completely disappeared, the main thing you ate was medicine.

She was tempted to call Steve and ask if he thought you were going to live. But she knew she was overreacting.

"I love you, bub," you say and roll over. Robin was definitely going to call steve.

You were in a fever dream, everything felt fake but real. And you were staring to slip into a deep slumber, until you woke up either sweating or cold.

Once Robin saw you roll over, she quickly checked your wrist for a pulse, freaking out when she couldn't find one so she tried your neck, thank god. She felt a pulse.

She ran out and went to call Steve, her moral support when you felt like shit. Or when she needed advice about you.

She quickly dials his number, it takes him a minute to answer, "Hello, harr-" he yawns, " Harrington residence," he half mumbles.

Robin gets confused, until she looks at the clock. It's almost 4 am.

"Oh my God I'm sorry for waking you up, but Yn has a flu and I'm really worried. Her fever is really high and it isn't going down, she's super pale,.she won't eat," Robin rants off all of your symptoms as Steve listens, trying not to fall asleep.

"How long has she been sick?" Steve asks and Robin thinks back to when she found you draped out on the couch. Steve then realized, Robin didn't call her mom or your mom, she called steve. She called Steve when she was incredibly worried about someone she loved.

"Like two days," Robin says. She was incredibly worried, she couldn't remember how long she had been sick for when she did get sick, it felt like a few months.

"Two days?" Steve asks with a groan, "Flus last almost a week. It will get better in a day or two, just call me if anything else happens," Steve says and Robin agrees before hanging up.

Robin walks back in your room to take your temperature, and pulse but we aren't going to talk about that, before going to take a quick nap in the spare bedroom, your mom thought she basically lived there, but she would sneak into your room. Or if Robin fell asleep you snuck into the spare.

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"BUB," You tell as you see Robin and she runs over to hug you. She has missed this, you had missed this.

It had been a week, you were no longer sick and Robin had never been so happy. You were finally able to hug and cuddle, and kiss her.

She quickly snuggles into your lap, and hugs your neck. You press a quick kiss to her lips and she pulls away smiling before peppering your face in kisses.

You missed this, Robin sitting in your lap and covering you in kisses. It was quite literally your definition of heaven.

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How do you think Steve or Bucky would’ve reacted or at least found out to reader being a little? 💕💕💕

jus feelin small

Steve / bucky x little!reader (they/them pronouns/kinda no pronouns used)

(These pics give off mafia!daddy vibes and im not mad, though it wasnt my intention. Low key should i start writting for mafia!daddy steve/bucky? Yes? No? Maybe? Idk, moving on … but like should i? … let me know your thoughts in my inbox! They would be so protective omg, the “i hate everyone but my lil baby at home” vibes are so strong with these two. I need to stop I’m sorry!)

Warnings : i think some tears from the reader, lots of fluff, kinda long i wont lie, just sweet!steve who’s clueless at the beginning and loving!bucky who just wants his baby to allow him to accept them.

Authors note : i dont love how this came out, i had so many ideas it was hard to pin just a few down! I might write full fics in the future with the same ideas at play.

SFW - please keep all interactions with this fic and blog SFW.

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Steve

Steve is definitely a busy guy, he’s heavily involved in training new and current avengers, he’s also a mission leader, so he just always has something on his mind.

You got into the relationship knowing he would be busy, kind of knowing you could use that to your advantage. When he wasn’t around, off on missions or working on a project, you could regress at your apartment. Knowing its just you and that he won’t be able to catch on.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to know, of course you did, he’s your boyfriend and he’s trust worthy, but still your scared, not everyone is so open and accepting so showing someone your little side is scary.

Because he’s so busy and you genuinely hide this side of you he definitely doesn’t notice until its quite literally impossible to miss.

He has a key to your apartment for emergency’s of course, so one night when he’s finished work early he decides to stop by your place and check on you.

When he knocks and you don’t come to the door he just uses his key, thinking you’re most likely running an errand.

But you’re not, you’re actually in your spare bedroom completely regressed, totally unaware that someone even knocked on your door, happily playing with some toys that you have laid out in front of you.

Steve doesn’t even have time to take his coat off before he hears your voice in another room. Picking up short whispers and mumbles, as if you’re talking to someone but he can’t quite make out who you’re talking to.

He walks over to the spare bedroom door, his super soldier hearing desperately searching for a second persons response or even their breathing pattern, but he finds nothing to indicate another person in the room. When he finally accepts there is no one else in the room he hears your quite voice.

“Mr bear i need a snack. You?”

Steve chuckles, knowing you love having a waffle in the afternoon, it’s your “perfect snack” that you mention at least once a day to him.

When the door opens he’s met with an unexpected sight, you with a teddy bear held close to your body, a large t-shirt on and your hair messy. He slowly puts two and two together, the innocent look on your face, the teddy bear, the lack of pants and the toys scattered around the spare room floor. You’re an age regressor. He’s not surprised, he knew you were hiding something but he wasn’t sure what it was, he’s glad its this and not a second boyfriend.

“Hi my little love” he cooes, tears welling up in your eyes instantly, panic taking over your body.

“Hi” you whisper, scared of his next reaction and words.

“You going to get a waffle?” He asks, crouching down and holding your waist reassuringly, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. You nod, too scared to try to speak, thinking of a rational excuse for the toys in your room and the bear in your arms. “Okay baby, I’ll help you. Don’t want you getting hurt huh?” He says as he picks you up, he feels your body stiffen, clearly scared and in distress about the situation.

“Its okay if you’re feeling little my love” Steve reassures you, a smile on his face and his hands rubbing up and down your back. “I’ll take care of you baby” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, you finally give in and rest your head on his shoulder. You feel a sense of relief, he welcomed you with open arms and isn’t weirded out, making you feel right at home and safe in his arms.

Bucky

Bucky is definitely more aware, he’s not as busy as Steve and likes to spend almost all of his free time at your home.

He definitely has his suspicions when it comes to you being a little, the way you seem to slur your words when you get stressed and act more vulnerable.

When he confronts you about it you definitely just say its nothing, “i just get nervous when I’m stressed buck, thats all.”

He knows you’re lying, your heartbeat racing and your breathing uneven as you speak, but he lets you live out the lie. He doesn’t want to push you and he knows when you’re ready you’ll open up to him.

One day you come home from work, the day not going as planned and your stress and anxiety levels are through the roof. You’re big when you get home, embracing Bucky and agreeing to watch a movie.

Bucky makes you both a coffee and sits down next to you, at this point you’ve regressed, finally feeling free of your stress. You go to take a sip of the coffee in front of you, though when the taste resonates in your mouth a look of disgust covers your features. You wished it was juice, or even water, the taste completely unappealing to your little self.

Bucky chuckles, he knows your regressed but you’re still fighting the idea of telling him, trying to keep yourself and your little actions contained.

“Want some juice bubba?” Bucky asks, you smile but slowly begin to frown, you’re big you’re big you’re big!, you remind yourself, repeating the words in your head over and over again.

“No tanks” you mumble, completely unaware that your words are showing your regression and aren’t as accurate as they usually are,

You turn your attention back to the movie, beginning to feel uncomfortable in your clothing, the jeans bothering your skin and causing you to feel off. You really just want a big t-shirt your bear and some cartoons on.

You dont even realise you’ve begun to cry until Bucky’s hands grasp your face gently turning it to face him, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “What’s wrong my love” he cooes, his voice quiet and calm.

“Jus feelin small” you mumble, your too tired and uncomfortable to care about how vulnerable you’re being. Deep down you know Bucky is accepting and wants to help you so you give in, needing some help to feel better at the moment.

“I know bub” he stands up and scoops you up, brining you to your room and setting you on your bed. “Why don’t we get you changed, get a snack, and then watch a movie?” He suggests, you nod, how did he know exactly what i need?, you ask yourself, though you don’t search out an answer, just lifting your arms so Bucky can help you change your clothes.

You and Bucky sit on the couch for the rest of the day, your bear in one arm and Bucky’s metal arm in the other, he’s wrapped around you as you two sit on the couch, his embracing soothing you. “I lob you” you whisper, not sure if he can hear you.

“I love you too bub” he responds, placing a kiss on the top of your head and squeezing you a little tighter. Just Bucky and his baby against the world from now on.

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DUDE ABOUT THE SUPER READER ONE U SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE IT INTO A FULL FIC LIKE IM SO INLOVE WITH THE IDEAYDUDUXYXUCJ

A/N: I just saw this in my inbox and YESSS, I've started the To My Hope series and this is finally the funeral scene!!! This was the scene I've been waiting to get to - Riddler meeting Hope 😍 enjoy! This is pretty long but I really wanted to include everything 😂💚

To My Hope; You Came

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"I was Hoping that you'd come last night," Bruce says as you drive to the funeral, smirking slightly at his name joke, to which you roll your eyes with a light scoff. "But I understand. It's a lot to take in."

"I just couldn't face it," you tell him with a shrug. "The person who's supposedly obsessed with me... you saw the news, about Pete."

You couldn't bring yourself to go with The Batman and Gordon last night, to look at the scene of Pete Savage's death, left by the Riddler. You were too distracted with the letter, the Riddler himself when he appeared on your TV screen... absolutely everything. But you're Hope. You'll manage, like you always do.

"Well, Pete's not a good cop," Bruce states, and you frown, listening. "Looks like he got greedy. I think he was in on the drops business. The Riddler's targeting the corrupt, especially people to do with that case. There are more photos," he continues, passing them to you and glancing at the car windows, their reflective film blocking out any random, prying eyes from outside. You shuffle through the photos with a sigh.

"I managed to get someone in the lounge," he adds, "to the club below it. Colson, the DA, he was there. Talking about an informant on the Maroni case. A rat."

"A rat," you repeat slowly, and Bruce nods. "Okay, that kind of makes sense, what with the Riddler putting rats in that cage yesterday..."

"I got a card," he responds, and you can see the dull annoyance in his gaze immediately after he mentions it. "Another riddle. 'Follow the maze until you find the rat. Bring him into the light, and you'll find where I'm at."

"Bring him into the light?"

"We'll work on it," Bruce assures you. "I, um, I met a girl from the Iceberg Lounge," he adds. "Selina. You'll get on well with her. She's friends with the blonde girl from the pictures with the late mayor. She talked to Colson."

You smile with a nod, giving the photos back, the frowning as you notice his hesitation to mention something else.

"Okay... What is it?"

He pulls out an envelope from his pocket, handing it to you. You bite your lip as you stare at the familiar handwriting from Mitchell's house, the angel card.

To My Hope

You quickly pull the card out of the envelope, and stay frozen in your seat as your eyes trace the words on its cover. It's another old fashioned love cartoon, with two silhouetted figures holding hands, standing under a large green heart with curly white words written inside.

'I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU,

'I ALWAYS WILL,

'LOVED YOU YESTERDAY,

'LOVE YOU STILL.'

You open the card up properly to see the same riddle The Batman got, but the obvious difference between his and yours is the faint, messy hearts drawn in the background of the writing in pencil. Bruce looks away, annoyed.

"I don't like the idea of him thinking of you like that. Stay close, okay? I know you can handle yourself, but this is different."

You smile at Bruce fondly, tucking the card away in your jacket pocket. "Alright, worryguts."

Chanting and clamouring can be heard clearly from outside, as Bruce Wayne's car drives to the entrance of the church. As you peer out the window, you can see a group of people chanting "No more lies!" and holding up boards with the Riddler's question mark symbol sprayed on it, signs held up saying 'OUR DAY OF JUDGEMENT'. Bruce stares too, retreating into silence as he steps out, going over to your side to give you a hand, and choosing to keep it in his.

Reporters are quick to clamour around you, cameras flashing.

"Is that Bruce Wayne?"

"Who's the girl with him?"

"Mr Wayne, is that your girlfriend?!"

You bite back a smile, looking up at him. "Told you."

He shakes his head at you, but he's not seriously annoyed. The amusement fades as you look over at a car, where Falcone himself steps out, a young woman beside him. Bruce follows them, pulling you with him, and you frown, trying to tug him back before one of his men notice.

"Hey, hey! Give us a wide berth here, would you, slick?" a bodyguard jumps in, and Falcone turns, the girl looking back at you both.

Falcone calms them down in a second, reassuring them of who Bruce Wayne is, about knowing his father. You avoid eye contact with the man, instead, your eyes wander to the group of protesters with Riddler gear at the entry's barricaded area.

"Come on," Bruce's voice draws your attention back, and you go on inside. Bella Rel greets Bruce and you almost as soon as you get in, and you let her pull him away, smiling at the look he gives you as you scan the large number of people there to pay their respects.

"What good's a safety net that doesn't catch anybody?" A man behind the barricades indoors mutters to himself, and you look over at him with a small frown. "Didn't help my daughter when she needed it, I can tell you that. The guy was just another rich scum-sucker. He got what he deserved."

His eyes meet yours suddenly, and then it's his turn to frown. "Hey, don't I know you? I've seen you somewhere-"

A hand on your shoulder makes you flinch, and you're met with Bruce, who glances at the man before leading you away.

The faint music of Ave Maria in the background somehow made you uneasy, and you glanced around at the mayor's son and the people... before your attention was immediately caught.

Panicked, muffled screams sound from outside, along with the roaring of an engine and crashing sounds. Bruce grips your hand tightly, stepping in front of you protectively as the noise grows louder, drawing out the conversation and singing from within the church. You follow Bruce's stare as he looks up at a balcony, where the silhouette of a man stands calmly, peering down at the scene. Your breath catches in your throat as your fingers trace the card from your pocket, and the loud smash of the breaking of the paned doors makes you jump.

People scatter screaming to get away from the big black car, as it speeds down the aisle. Bruce shoves you to the side, making you lose your balance but miss the car's route as he sprints towards the boy, pushing him out the way and rolling over as they stumble. The car crashes into the thick, poled walls, and when you look up again, the man's figure is gone.

The GCPD flock around the car, bashed up and spray painted in white with lettering. Gordon yells at the driver to get out of the car... and when he does, you close your eyes in disbelief.

It's Colson, duct tape around his mouth muffling his cries, and attaching a phone to the palm of his hand. He's still there when you open them, dried blood trickled down his forehead as his words are muffled under the tape. A large, clunky collar is around his neck, and when someone points it out, everyone screams. The phone rings, and another chorus of screams sounds, the ID simply stating that it's an unknown number.

Colson holds up the phone, showing the envelope taped onto his shirt.

To My Hope & The Batman

The guests clear out instantly, and you look over your shoulder at Bruce, who looks straight back at you, nodding.

You've never gotten changed into Hope so quickly.

You've never wanted to stay hidden away in your apartment so much.

Night falls over Gotham as Batman insists you two go out to answer later in the day, the police now surrounding the building, sending a robot in to scan the bomb and survey the scene. The Batman stays close to you as you walk side by side back into the church, and Colson looks up at you with wide, tired eyes. Batman takes the tape off his mouth, and Colson gasps, shaking his head and apologising over and over.

"Please, he made me do it," Colson insists tearfully. "He told me if I didn't do exactly what he said he'd kill me, I'm so sorry!"

"Looks like a combination lock," Batman observes the collar, and you nod.

"Can't we just cut it off?"

"Not if you want to keep your head."

Colson sighs shakily, and you take the envelope off his shirt, pulling out the card with a 60s style blonde woman holding an oversized telephone.

"In these troubling times, never forget," you read quietly, opening it up, "I'm only a phone call away. Answer."

Colson raises his hand as he offers you the phone, and you glance at Batman in confirmation. He nods, and you reach out to answer it, tapping the green icon on the screen.

The same room from last night's news is in the video call's background, heavy breathing close to the camera, as the masked man leans into the frame.

"You came."

"Who are you?" Batman questions calmly.

"Me? I'm nobody," the Riddler breathes, "I'm just an instrument, here to unmask the truth about this cesspool we call a city."

"Unmask?"

"Yes," the Riddler agrees, his eyes gliding from the Batman to you. You swear you can see them soften as he stares at the screen from his side, his breathing picking up again.

"Oh, Hope..." he whispers, "you look so beautiful up close... did you like the cards I sent you?"

Batman tenses beside you, and you open your mouth before closing it, your mind completely blank of any way to answer.

"Let's do this together, okay?" The Riddler continues. "I've been trying to reach you. You're both a part of this too, lovely."

"How are we a part of this?" Batman asks.

"You'll see," Riddler responds darkly, adjusting his camera as he sits down. "Say hello to my followers. We're live. They've heard a lot about Hope, here... and they're here to watch our little trial. At the moment, the man across from you, Mr Colson... is dead! But-"

"Jesus, can we get somebody out here, this psycho's gonna kill me!" Colson interrupts in pure terror, and you hear the Riddler sigh.

"Wait a minute- SHUT UP! You deserve to be dead after what you did- you hear me? YOU HEAR ME?!"

"Okay, okay," Colson whimpers, and you watch the screen in shock as the Riddler's groan turns into a hyper laugh, his face close to the camera.

"I'm giving you a chance," the Riddler tells him, before jerking away from the camera dramatically. "No one ever gave me a chance. Now. Ever since I was a child, I've always loved little puzzles. For me, they are a retreat, from the horrors of our world. Maybe... they can bring some comfort to you too, Mr Colson."

"You want me to do puzzles?" Colson questions, and the RIddler agrees excitedly.

"Three riddles in two minutes. You give me the answers, and I'll give you the code for the lock - do you understand?"

Colson agrees nervously, and the shrill beep of the bomb makes huim jump and whimper in fright.

"Riddle number one! It can be cruel, poetic, or blind, but when it's denied, it's violence you may find."

"W-wait, could you repeat that? Cruel... poetic...?"

"Justice," you pipe up, and Colson turns to you desperately.

"Huh?"

"The answer, it's justice!"

Colson repeats it, and the Riddler confirms the word happily.

"Yes! Justice! Isn't she clever?" He coos adoringly at you, and you watch in uncertainty. "And you," he turns his attention back to Colson, "were supposed to be an arm of justice in this city, along with the late mayor and police commissioner, were you not, Mr Colson?"

"Yes, yes, of course, of course," Colson agrees quickly.

"Riddle number two," the Riddler carries on gleefully. "If you are justice, please do not lie. What is the price for your blind eye?"

"Price?" Colson repeats cluelessly.

"Bribes," Batman repeats, and Colson tries to repeat it.

"No, he wants to know how much it cost for you to turn your back," you clarify.

Colson hesitates in despair.

"Fifty-eight seconds!" The Riddler yells impatiently.

"Look, how much was it?!" you demand worriedly.

"Nothing!"

"How much!" The Batman raises his voice.

"Ten grand," Colson caves in, "Ten Gs a month, I get a monthly payment just not to prosecute certain cases!"

"What cases?"

"He didn't ask me that, come on! Ten grand!"

The Riddler laughs in amusement. "Okay, okay - don't lose your head, Mr Colson. Just one more to go before your time runs out. Last riddle! Since your justice is so select, please, tell us which vermin you're paid to protect?"

"The rat," Batman tells him instantly. "The informant you all protect from the Salvatore Maroni case."

Colson's face goes pale. "How do you know about that?!"

"What's his name?" You ask, and Colson shakes his head, as the Riddler announces the twenty seconds left.

"No."

"He's going to kill you, Colson!" You point out with round eyes.

"I'm a dead man either way," Colson replies, and repeats the statement as Batman grabs hold of him. "If I go out this way, it's just me, but if I give over that name, I have family, people I love... he'll kill them too,"

"Who will?"

"People are watching-"

"What people?!"

"It's so much bigger than you can imagine," Colson says miserably, "it's the whole system."

"Five seconds! I'll see you soon, my Hope - I love you! Goodbye!"

The deafening book of the bomb exploding cuts off Colson's pleas for mercy, and the Batman jumps in front of you as it goes off, shielding you from the damage as you're both blown back. Your breaths are shaky and uneven as you hear echoed, fading voices, and the voice of the Riddler, before darkness consumes your mind.

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[thedanoriddler]

Hi omg I love ur work🥺🥺 I was wondering if u could do Edward nashton meeting his old crush from the orphanage while he is riddler accidentally? Like they both wanna kill this guy and he realises who she is 🥺🥺💕💕 thank u

Oh my god, I love this idea! I’m afraid I got a little carried away and it ended up becoming a full on fic at this point but… hopefully you’ll enjoy!

Warnings for fluff, the first parts are literally the cutest thing I’ve written 💚 also for talk of death and murder but this is Eddie/Riddler we’re talking about so 😂 I apologise in advance for any OOC nonsense, it’s been a long few weeks for me 😭

Also, there aren’t any gender terms so I suppose this is a gender neutral reader but I’ll admit that while writing it, I was imagining myself (a woman) 😅 I imagine the reader later on in the story is a little like Selina Kyle because… well, you’ll see. Hopefully it’ll make sense in the story! But the reader doesn’t have a particular gender in this story so… yep! All genders can enjoy! ❤️

********

After the death of your parents, you were of course sent to the Gotham Orphanage. It was difficult enough losing both of your parents, let alone being forced to now live in what was quite possibly the most underfunded, dirty, cold orphanage in the world. To add, the adults in charge were unsympathetic, not caring that you were grieving your lost family, and the other kids were largely no better from what you could tell. You immediately hated it there, and you wished more than ever that you could go back to how things were before - you and your parents, happy and together.

There was soon one bright spot though.

You had seen the shy boy with glasses a few times around the orphanage, usually reading or working on some kind of puzzle; he didn’t appear to have any friends, and you’d even overheard some of the other kids make fun of him, but because they were older and bigger, you hadn’t been able to step in. He seemed so unlike the other children at the orphanage, you thought, and you wondered if it might be worth speaking to him - even if you only had one friend, it was bound to be less lonely than having none. It took a few weeks before you had the right opportunity to talk to him away from anyone else and also after settling into your new “home”, but eventually the right moment came.

It had been a chilly autumn day, and you saw him sitting outside under a tree away from the other children playing - you didn’t really want to play with any of the other kids, so you decided you’d speak to the shy boy, maybe ask what he was doing. You noticed that he looked surprised when you sat down opposite him, glancing around as if expecting you to be sitting with someone else, as if you were only sitting near him as a coincidence.

“Hi,” you greeted, somewhat awkwardly. “I’m (Y/N).”

The boy blinked and didn’t speak for a long moment, and you briefly wondered if he even could speak - perhaps he was mute or something. Just as you were debating apologising for disturbing him and leaving, you heard a quiet voice.

“I’m… I’m Edward.”

“Edward.” You repeated it, determined to remember it. “Umm… What are you reading, Edward?”

He looked down at his book and back, still perplexed that you were talking to him - it was obvious he was mostly ignored. “Oh, I’m not reading… Well, I suppose I am, but… It’s a riddle book actually.”

“Riddles? Like… Like a problem you solve?”

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling slightly to himself. “Sort of. They can be misleading or puzzling, and you have to be smart to solve them - that’s why I like them.”

“Huh. Can you try one on me?” You ask, your interest piqued.

“Oh.” He looked surprised by your question but still flipped open his book and searched for one hurriedly. “These are super easy ones, but… The less of me you have, the more one is worth; treat me with care as I will you, and both of us will share our time on earth. What am I?”

You wrinkled your nose up as your thought, which made him smile even more to himself; it took nearly a whole minute to consider what he’d said before you figured it out. “Is it… a friend?”

“Yes!” His eyes lit up behind his glasses, and you realised absentmindedly that he had green eyes. “Yes, it is a friend! You’re the only person who’s figured it out when I’ve asked them!”

For the first time since your parents had died, you felt yourself smile, almost wryly. “So… Are you asking me to be your friend?”

His mouth opened and closed very quickly. “I… umm… I…” It was clear that he was worried he’d offended you somehow. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, if- if you don’t want to be then… then that’s okay…”

You looked at this shy but intelligent boy in front of you, at his huge glasses and the way his cheeks had gone pink, and knew immediately what your answer would be. “Yes.”

“Y- Yes?” His eyes were even wider than ever, voice no louder than a disbelieving whisper.

You smiled and moved closer to him. “Yes, I want to be friends.”

****

Edward Nashton was not only your friend - he was your best friend, and you were his.

The two of you spent most of your time together, usually finding an empty room or quiet area of the orphanage to be alone in away from the other children, and you were practically inseparable. You did a lot of puzzles - not just riddles but also jigsaws, word problems, sudoku, even card games - together, and when you weren’t playing those, you’d sit and talk for hours. You’d never had a friend like Eddie, not even when your parents had been alive, and being around him made dealing with their loss so much easier.

It didn’t take long for you to trust Eddie or feel at ease with him, and you told him everything; you told him about your parents, about where you used to live, your old school, about how they died. He listened intently to everything, and you knew that he never forgot anything you told him - he was so smart, much smarter than a lot of the other kids in the city, and you knew he could memorise things easily, especially when it came to you.

You learnt that Eddie had lived at the orphanage ever since he could remember, that he could barely remember his own parents - and the small scraps that he did remember about his parents weren’t nearly as wonderful as what you knew about yours. You were understanding yet horrified when he recounted that he could remember his father hurting him and calling him “stupid”, and you told Edward that he was the smartest person you’d ever met - and it was the truth.

Neither of you were particularly liked by the other kids at the orphanage - mostly Edward was targeted by your peers, although you found that you also got teased and made fun of for standing up for him, for hanging around with him. You wouldn’t have had it any other way - Edward was your best friend, and that was that. You mostly ignored the others, knowing they weren’t worth your time.

But Edward got it much worse than you; he’d been there longer, and his intense love of puzzles and riddles singled him out. You saw the bruises on your friend from being pushed over, the way the frames of his glasses repeatedly got snapped, and even on one occasion you’d been the one who found him after the others had forced his head down a toilet. It made you so angry, so full of rage, that people could treat him like this - and that the orphanage staff did nothing to stop this. In fact, the staff didn’t even attempt to hide their dislike of Edward, ignoring the bullying even when it happened in front of them and even encouraging it at times.

You wanted nothing more than to hurt the people who hurt your best friend.

“They’re just jealous,” you told him firmly as you finished taping his glasses frame back together - thankfully, the lenses were intact still. “They’re all jealous because they know you’re ten times smarter than they ever will be, Eddie. You’re going to go on to do great things, you’re going to change this city, and they’re afraid of that - afraid of how powerful you’ll be.”

He sniffed, putting his glasses back on his face before looking at you with a hopeful stare. “You think so?”

You nodded emphatically. “I know so.”

He smiled weakly, allowing you to smooth down the collar of his shirt and help fix his hair; after a moment, he looked at you in an almost bashful way. “You… You called me Eddie.”

“Huh. I guess I did.” You met his eyes. “Is that okay? Can I call you that?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie breathed, and the way he looked at you made you feel somewhat funny inside. “I… I like you calling me that.”

“Good.” You beamed at him happily before taking his arm. “Come on, we’ve got time until the dinner bell - enough time for you to help me finish that crossword.”

****

It was official: Eddie had a crush on you, his best friend.

As you both hit adolescence, he started to realise it more and more; he had always liked you, obviously, as you were his best friend - but this was different. For a while, he’d passed off the intensity of it as just really caring about you because of your friendship, because neither of you had anyone else - you were the only good thing in his life. But as you both started to grow out of childhood, it became more and more obvious that what he was feeling wasn’t platonic at all.

It wasn’t platonic to feel a warm tingle whenever you touched his arm, he realized, nor that he had thoughts of wanting to embrace you, of holding your hand as you walked everywhere together. He noticed more and more that he was staring at your mouth and wondering what it would be like to kiss you, what you’d taste like, and even how you might react if he just kissed you randomly. Oh, and it definitely was not platonic to have dreams about you, especially not dreams that left his heart pounding and body tense.

Eddie had it bad for you, but he was scared of you finding out - scared not only that you’d reject him, but also that it would ruin your friendship completely and he’d then have no one anymore. He imagined scenarios of your possible reactions to finding out he had a crush on you, but he knew you’d never like him back, not like that - of course you wouldn’t, he thought miserably, because you were so amazing, so incredible, that why would you like him in that way?

He tucked away memories of certain moments in his mind, knowing that reliving them in his thoughts was the closest he’d ever get to actually being in a relationship with you; your beautiful eyes lighting up at the sight of him, a hand on his arm or shoulder, your laugh, the way you called him ‘Eddie’ so affectionately, how you stood up to those who bullied the two of you. It kept him going on even the worst days, and despite knowing he couldn’t tell you of his feelings, that it would most likely never happen, he was still so happy to just spend every day with you.

And then you were gone.

One day some distant relatives of yours came; they’d been overseas for the last several years and hadn’t realised your parents had died, that you’d been living in this rundown orphanage that no one in the city cared enough about to fix. You were overjoyed, not really to see them as you’d not really met them before but more so because it meant you’d get to leave this awful place, and once the staff of the orphanage were able to establish that they were indeed your relatives, you were going home with them.

It all happened very quickly; you were hurriedly made to pack your bag with the few belongings you had and rushed onwards without a backwards glance. As you approached the main door of the orphanage, however, you realised something.

“I need to say goodbye to Eddie,” You said, but when you attempted to turn around, one of the staff grabbed you by the arm and marched you forwards. “Wait, no, please, just let me say goodbye to him-!”

But none of them would listen, not even your relatives; you begged them for just five minutes so you could find your best friend, so you could give him a phone number or even an address to write to, but they refused - they wanted to get out of Gotham as soon as possible.

“He’s my best friend,” You pleaded desperately, on the verge of tears. “Please, I can’t leave without saying goodbye!”

But they merely told you that you’d make other friends in your new home, that soon enough you wouldn’t even remember this old friend of yours, and he’d probably forget you too. You cried hard as you were driven away, vowing to yourself that you’d find Eddie someday, you’d find a way to let him know where you were, that you’d see each other again one day.

Eddie had watched you disappear from the window of the boys’ room, and he’d cried; he cried because the staff hadn’t allowed him to come and say goodbye, because they’d locked him in this room so he couldn’t get out, but mostly because his heart was broken. His only friend - his best friend - was gone without so much as a goodbye, and he had no idea where you’d gone.

Why didn’t you say goodbye?, he thought, hurt by this fact: he cared so much about you, and he had hoped that you cared about him too, even if it was only as a friend. It was like you didn’t care about him, that it was all a lie - and it was like a knife to the gut.

As the days turned to weeks, and then to months and years, he waited for any sign that you cared about him, for a letter or some kind of communication. But nothing ever came. It was like you’d forgotten all about him.

He never forgot you though - never.

****

After your relatives died many years later, you used the money they had left you to return to Gotham; it was even more awful than you remembered due to the crime rate skyrocketing, and it was clear that the streets were run by criminals - and no one did a thing about it.

You went back to the orphanage, hoping to find some information on your old best friend - to find out what happened to him, to track him down - but it was abandoned save for a few dropheads hiding out there. There were no records left, no hints as to your old friend’s current whereabouts, and you found yourself crying when you got back to your new apartment in Gotham because you had no idea how you’d find him, no idea if he was even still in the city or where he might have gone.

Gotham was a big city - even if he was still there, your chances at finding him were slim. He had no social media that you could find, no records… you wondered if he was even alive anymore. You remembered how every winter, at least one of the babies had died in the orphanage, and the older kids soon became dropheads… what if that had happened to your Eddie? You couldn’t bear the thought of it.

You were so angry - so ridiculously, undeniably angry - at what that place had done to you and Eddie, what might have happened to him after you had been taken away. And as you spent longer and longer back in Gotham, this anger began to rise: you were realizing more than ever that the people who ran this city were corrupt, that they were in fact the same people responsible for the miserable childhood you and your best friend had endured. Just as during your childhood, no one did anything to help in this city - everyone just let it happen. The closest anyone had to justice was a damn masked vigilante running around dressed like a bat, and that wasn’t really helping much in terms of changing the overall corruption of the city.

Someone needed to do something - and if that had to be you, then so be it.

****

No one knew who the Riddler was - exactly how he wanted it.

Edward Nashton had built this persona carefully, had spent months plotting and planning things before they were put into motion. He had made sure everything was perfect: the coat one of his favourite shades of dark green, the mask hid everything but his eyes, it was comfortable and not too loose whilst allowing him to wear his glasses. There was no chance of leaving any of his DNA behind; his gloves were thick but didn’t leave fibres behind, he knew how to meticulously wrap his head in clingwrap before donning his mask so that there was no chance of hairs being left behind. Every inch of him was covered, even his mouth, and it would be impossible for the GCPD or anyone else to link The Riddler back to Edward Nashton, a forensic accountant. No one would suspect him, no one would know until he chose to reveal it.

But for now he had things that needed doing; the first step of his great plan was to murder the mayor, Don Mitchell Jr, on Halloween night. The death of the city mayor would change everything, and he almost couldn’t wait - but he had to, for he had something he needed to do first.

The director of the old Gotham Orphanage where he’d grown up was in his late fifties now, living comfortably on the outskirts of the city. Edward had done his research: the man had no family and lived alone - he was almost too easy a target. He was not a high profile figure, not like the mayor or the others who would form a part of his plan to bring to truth to the light - it was a personal matter, something he had to do for himself.

The director had been the one who punished him, who never stopped the bullying and abuse inflicted by the other children and staff - but worst of all, he was the one who had signed the documents that took his best friend away, the one who sneered as he refused to give any information or allow him to write a letter.

Perhaps it was selfish - he was doing this purely for himself and not for the city - but he didn’t care. No one could blame him for wanting to kill this man, and no one would miss him.

It was easy to sneak into the old director’s small apartment on the outside of the city; the man had left a window open before going out for dinner, and Edward had to try not to smirk under his mask as he used the fire escape to climb up and slip inside. Now all he had to do was wait.

The plan was simple: he would wait for the ex-director to return, hidden away behind the bedroom door, and then strike when the moment was right. He knew where exactly to strike the skull, how to stage it to look like he’d just fallen and never gotten up. No one would investigate further than what was immediately obvious - the GCPD weren’t clever enough for that, and wouldn’t want to put the work in for someone so meaningless.

As he entered the bedroom to wait, however, it became immediately clear that he wasn’t alone.

He deflected the blow that came his way easily despite his surprise, reaching for the bludgeon he had on his belt; the figure who had attacked him was reeling back, planning their next attack, and he noticed that they were smaller, their face covered by a balaclava, dressed completely in black. He hadn’t planned for an additional person - this was certainly not his target, and the fact they were masked made it obvious that they, like him, certainly weren’t supposed to be there either.

The figure launched again, and Edward grabbed them by the arm; they were either sloppy in their fighting or taken just as aback as he was by his appearance. He hadn’t been planning on killing a second person tonight, but if he had to then he would - it would be sloppy not to. The stranger huffed, trying to break free, and he pulled them closer so that he could manoeuvre them with both of his hands. The eyes behind the mask flashed and-

And he felt his breath catch. He knew those eyes: he’d thought about them every day and night since he was a child.

It couldn’t be.

He let go, and the stranger moved away, panting harshly. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck, dude???”

The voice was familiar - not quite the same, it was slightly older but he recognised the tone, the accent, the way this person spoke. He had never forgotten your voice - he had never forgotten anything about you, even years later.

“Listen, I’m here for someone in particular, I don’t want to hurt anyone else, so if you could just-”

“(Y/N)?” His voice was soft and muffled by the mask.

You stopped speaking, surprised that this person knew your name; you hadn’t really met anyone upon returning to Gotham, keeping to yourself, and even so, you’d thought your mask would provide you anonymity. “Do I know you?”

Now that you weren’t actively fighting this person, you got a good look at them; it was a man, judging by the stature and voice, and he was dressed in a green trench coat with a white question mark painted on the left side. The mask covered their whole face, but you realised now that they were wearing a pair of glasses.

With a jolt, you remembered that Eddie had worn glasses like that. But it couldn’t be him, it couldn’t possibly…

You hesitated for a moment before reaching up and removing your mask; the eyes behind the glasses widened in recognition, and you realised those eyes were green - just like his, the exact same shade.

“Eddie?” You murmured, heart pounding.

For a moment, the masked figure didn’t say anything - and then, slowly, he removed his glasses before reaching up and pulling his mask off.

He had grown up, just as you had, but you knew: this was Eddie, your Eddie. Even though he’d wrapped his head in something, even though his face was older than that of the teenage boy you’d loved, even though it had been years, you knew it was him.

“I…” You felt your throat close up. “Eddie.”

“(Y/N)…” He looked thunderstruck at the sight of you as he replaced the glasses onto his face. “I… Hi.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were throwing your arms around him whilst trying to hold your tears back. “Fuck, Eddie, I’ve been trying to find you! I thought…” You sniffed. “I missed you.”

He was surprised by this, but you felt a tentative hand on your back as he relaxed slightly. “I missed you too.”

You pulled away to look at him, a flurry of emotions running through you; you couldn’t believe it, that after all this time, after all the pain and heart ache of being separated from him, you’d found him when you weren’t even expecting it. Now you were looking at him properly, you could see that this was without a doubt your best friend - there was no mistaking it.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, head still spinning. “And… why are you dressed like that?”

Eddie opened his mouth and closed it again, not certain on how to answer. “Oh. I’m… well… this is what I do,” He said carefully. “I was… waiting for someone.”

“Oh.”

“And why are you here? And dressed like that?” He asked, rather perplexed.

You hesitated for the second time that evening, not sure of how much to tell him - you didn’t think he would go to the police or turn you in, but you were completely sure of how he’d react to the truth. But then, you thought as you looked at how he was dressed, perhaps he understood more than you thought. “For the same reason as you, I think; I’m here for him.”

You could tell by the way his eyes lit up with understanding that you were right. “We’re both after the same person - to make him pay.”

There were a lot of things the two of you needed to discuss - you hadn’t seen each other for roughly a decade and a half, after all - but you were both aware of where you were, and that you didn’t have time to have that conversation here. Instead, you toyed with your mask before sending the man in front of you a meaningful look.

“How about,” You began slowly. “We work together and take care of this guy, and then maybe we can catch up later?”

Eddie considered this for a moment before slowly nodding and preparing to put his own mask back on. “I think that’s a good plan.”

As it turned out, it was so much easier to do with two.

****

Crap ending be crap lol

May write a follow up to this where they talk and he confesses his feelings, who knows? 😉

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Undertale Post-Pacifist Headcanons

Like many people who’ve played through Undertale’s Pacifist route, I have my own fair share of thoughts on what happens to all the characters after the credits roll. And because I’m feeling in a sentimental mood, I wanted to write them all down in one place. So I thought I’d go through each of the main characters and talk through where I see them ending up. Some of these have been partially shaped by other takes, or even fics, that resonated with me. Others are purely my own interpretation. This isn’t a fic or anything super comprehensive. Just me splurging out my thoughts onto a page to get ‘em out of my head after all this time. Also a few side notes before we start: -This is NOT referring to Souless Pacifist. That’s an interesting thing to think about but, frankly, I’d like to actually be happy today. -I’m mostly leaving Deltarune out of this because’s it’s a seperate canon, it’s not finished and frankly, I have NO IDEA where that story is going. -This all purely my conjecture based on my interpretation of the story and characters and what I’d like to think happens next. Nothing more. Frisk Frisk accepted Toriel’s offer to stay with her and they settled down in a house in the town, Ebott, not far from the mountain of the same name. Originally the pair just had a small place to themselves, but in a couple of years, they moved into a much larger house. Since Frisk was spending so much time with all their friends, Toriel decided they might as well all have a room there, and nearly all of them sleep over there pretty frequently. By this point, they’re almost as much one big family as they are friends. They also accepted the position of Ambassador of monsters, but didn’t really step into that role for a few years. The position requird a lot of knowledge that makes for a rather unfair responsibility to put on someone so young. Plus, most human world leaders would likely turn their nose up at negotiating with a child. Though Asgore’s role as king was now greatly reduced, and Toriel had long since renounced her position as queen, they stepped back into a more pronounced diplomatic role while Frisk was still learning. As a young adult, Frisk took on more and more responsibilities, finally flourishing in the role of ambassador. Shortly after the monsters leave the surface, they were recognised as having gone missing previously, which raised questions about where they came from before the Underground. They have only ever shared the full story with Toriel, and later Asgore, and they still don’t like to talk about it much. But between Toriel acquiring full custody, and Frisk finally opening up to at least one person about it all, they’ve made a ton of progress moving past whatever their old life was like. And they seem content to focus on their new life for now.  Frisk never found themselves in a position where they needed to muster up the Determination to SAVE or LOAD. They decided that this ending was one worth keeping, and left it as it was. One time, many years later, they tried to muster up the concentration to make a SAVE point just in case...and found they couldn’t. Perhaps whatever external influence had given them that power had left them. Maybe it went off to find something new to occupy its time...Anyway, with the burden of that power gone, Frisk is now free to devote themselves to their new life fully, and maybe that’s ok. While Frisk’s efforts do not single handedly rebuild bridges between humans and monsters (as such a task is far too big for one person) they do make a world of difference in establishing peace between the two during their career. Toriel Toriel finally fulfilled her dream of becoming a teacher when she opened a school for monster children. A couple of years later, she expanded to welcome humans as well, the first school to teach both human and monster children, leading others to follow. As headmistress she is very well-liked by her students. While there are a handful of jokes about how scary she can be when she’s angry, she is generally considered a caring figure to her students and a practical overseer of the school. She is still very good friends with Sans, and since both the brothers are already spending a lot of time with Frisk, she gets plenty of opportunities to trade jokes with him whenever the two show up to visit. She has also begun to practice cooking with Papyrus and Undyne. Papyrus is actually getting a bit better, and Undyne...well, Toriel appreciates her enthusiasm, even if she usually has to make time to clean up pretty thoroughly after a lesson.  Stepping into a teaching role also led Toriel back into her aptitude for magic, something she had only used for essentials for a long time. She began studying and researching the topic extensively, not just to better instruct her students, but for out of a long dormant intellectual curiousity. She has been an invaluable source of consultation for Alphys on multiple research papers as a result. Nor is Alphys the only one. While Toriel was once afriad to face her subjects after hiding away from them for so long, she finds herself a welcome presence of her community, even amongst humans. She ultimately ends up meeting many of the monsters Frisk met on their own journey and befriending them in her own right, be it lunches out with Dogamy and Dogaressa, or tea and sewing sessions with Muffet. Having such a social life is a little strange for someone who was alone in those ruins for so long, yet it feels oddly right. Toriel still remembers her lost children and she still misses them greatly. But settling down into a new life on the surface, fulfilling dreams she never thought she would and being part of a family again after all these years has helped her find contentment. Papyrus Papyrus is still comfortably living with Sans on the surface. The early adjustment period was quite hard for him. As happy as he was to finally be out and able to meet new people, his dreams of joining the Royal Guard had still been throughly dashed. Nonetheless, Undyne was still happy both to train him, in both magic and cooking. And this gave Papyrus time to think. He loved training with Undyne, and the feeling of improving himself and getting stronger. But he never wanted to use that power to hurt anyone. It was Undyne who suggested he try training other people in turn. Taking his friend’s advice, Papyrus opened a fitness gym, where humans and monsters could hone their bodies and/or magic in a safe, fun environment. And he quickly proved himself a surprisingly empathetic and supportive instructor, as well as being a unexpectedly strong and well-versed one. Maybe Undyne wasn’t kidding when she told Frisk how tough he was while training him. He’s still certainly an eccentric trainer of course. In particular, he has made a habit of offering his homemade spaghetti to anyone who seems to be getting tired while workig out. It certainly works. The offer alone is generally enough to make them hastily insist they’re fine to keep going another few sets! Papyrus and Sans both maintain an exceptionally close friendship with Frisk, and have sleepovers with them at least once a week, often more. He tends to be quite fussy over Frisk whenever they’re over, keen to insist they are well cared for, sometimes a lttle too zealously, often chiding Sans to help more whenever Frisk is their guest. However, Toriel is all to happy to leave her child in the brothers’ care, and at this point they’re basically a mix of uncles and big brothers to them. Papyrus is quick to notice that one of his friends never left the Underground, and still makes time to visit him whenever he can. He’s not sure why this one monster is so loathe to leave the mountain, but he’s still keen to make them feel a little less alone regardless. Papyrus once wanted nothing more than for people to like him. Now, with a fulfilling job and plenty of friends, more people like him than ever. But more than that, he can now say he likes himself plenty as well. Sans Of all Frisk’s friends, Sans might just have had the hardest and longest adjustment period to living on the surface. At least to those who knew him. Sure, he was mostly still his lazy, good-natured self, everybody’s carefree pal. But those who knew him best, Papyrus especially, could see that the smile didn’t always reach his eyes. And every now and then, he would spend the day laying in bed. He’d joke that he was over-rested from too much napping, so now he had to nap EVEN MORE. But neither Papyrus, nor Toriel, nor Frisk were convinced. The truth was that Sans hadn’t forgotten how trapped he’d once felt. Putting the pieces together and guessing (rightly) that the world around him was looping, was a bitter pill to swallow. And the painful thought that nothing he did would matter was not an easy one to forget. He was still happy to be a good friend to Toriel and a good brother to Papyrus, but he couldn’t fully convince himself that he wasn’t just going to wake up one day back in his room in Snowdin. And as happy as he was to have Frisk over, there was always the awkwardness of something that was being left unsaid. Eventually Sans finally gave in and asked Frisk one day if they were going to reset. But Frisk, not sounding terribly surprised that Sans knew this, said they weren’t. That they were sticking with this. As much as Sans wanted to believe them, it seemed too good to be true. Then the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, months into years, and still no reset. And somewhere along the way, Sans started to believe a little. Those listless days in bed started to grow less frequent, his smile seemed a little wider and more genuine. And he seemed warmer to Frisk than ever. He even became quite protective of them. Whenever any narrow minded human had any intentions of harming the Ambassador, they would quickly find themselves caught in a cage of bones. What was once a promise to look after the kid for Tori’s sake, was now a personal vow to look after a true friend who’d helped him out of a very dark place, and keep them safe. Aside from that, Sans is much the same as ever. He can still be found at Grillby’s new venue most days, he’s still a frequent visitor at Frisk and Toriel’s house and he’s even become surprisingly good friends with Alphys. Turns out the lovable lazy skeleton is a little more of a dork than he lets on, and he doesn’t mind lazing around binge watching Alphys’ latest shows or joining her to play a video game. Plus it’s one more way he can shirk off the last thing Papyrus told him to do. Occasonally, Alphys can weedle some surprisingly profound scientific knowledge out of him during their time together. But he usually complains that recalling that is too much work, nor has he ever talked about where he learned it. It took a lot of time, and a lot of work for Sans to really feel at home on the surface. But now Sans is probably the most content, and the most alive he’s felt in years. Undyne With the Royal Guard disbanded, Undyne found herself on the surface but out of a job. Sure, being out of the Underground was fun and all, but for someone so dedicated to her training, it was a little hard to find something to fill in the time. Then one day, as she and Alphys were watching yet another anime she had an idea. The show in question featured a martial arts tournament, where people could put their skills to the test in competition. A place to fight where nobody could get hurt (mostly). ‘Man’, she thought to herself. ‘If only humans had something like THAT!’ Except, hold on...they do. Undyne signed up for classes in karate and the rest was history. She ultimately took classes in tons of different martial arts, and, when she was ready, she began entering local wrestling tournaments. Over the years, she carved out a fearsome career in professional wrestling. Under the alias of the ‘Legendary Hero’ (a name originally born out of a sponsorship deal with MTT that ended up sticking) she had plenty of wins under her belt. She has now has no shortage of fans, humans and monster alike, and helped encourage other monsters to enter professional sports fields, changing the industry drastically. Outside of her matches, Undyne still makes plenty of time for her friends. Papyrus’ gym tends to be her training venue of choice (when she first showed up Papyrus wasn’t sure whether to cry of joy or reinforce every piece of equipment ASAP), and will still spar with Papyrus and Frisk whenever she has time.  Sometimes she’ll volunteer to do a training course at Toriel’s school. When she does the students are half in awe, and half dreading how throughly she’ll put them through their paces. This also led her to interact more with Toriel on her personal level, and while making small talk with the fabled ‘lost queen of the Underground’ (as well as her mentor’s ex) was decidedly awkward, the two eventually became friends, and even have cooking lessons together. Plus, she and Alphys still make time to visit Asgore whenever they can. Speaking of Alphys, their relationship has also progressed since the Barrier broke. They started dating in earnest once the dust had cleared and monsters were established on the surface and eventually moved in together. They remain firmly supportive of each others’ work, with Alphys never missing one of her girlfriend’s matches. Undyne has also helped Alphys to better come out of her shell. They started going to conventions together, meeting new people along the way.  A couple of years down the line the two made the step to get married. When they did, Undyne asked Asgore to walk her down the aisle. Eventually, the necesarry arrangements were made for them to have a kid together, and, with their new daughter, the three now live together happily. They’re also still delighted to have Frisk over whenever, and effectively became their cool aunts. Undyne may not have become the legendary warrior who struck down the last human for the sake of all monsters. But what she now is still pretty legendary as far as she’s concerned. Alphys Much like Undyne, Alphys too had to find a new path in life after losing her job as Royal Scientist. Not that she really minded. That was a part of her life she was more than happy to leave behind. Her first major concern was helping each of the Amalgamates get settled back in with their families, since she naturally felt responsible for them. She had steeled herself to expect the worst from their relatives, and some definitely took the truth worse than others. But mostly she was surprised by how many were just happy to get their loved ones back. Some even thanked her for it. This left Alphys deep in thought for a long while, unsure what to think after finding some closure to the events that her haunted her for years. She eventually sought out professional therapy. After a while, it led her to accept that, even if her past experiments had caused unexpected harm, they’d done some good as well. And there was no reason she couldn’t learn from her mistakes, and use her talents to help people. Soon she set to work in her little lab in her and Undyne’s home. Across the later years, Alphys made a variety of inventions that combined human advancements in science, with the unique magic of monsters, to help improve the quality of life for both. Using helpful devices like the Dimensional Box as a starting point, her creations helped improve the lives of humans and monsters across the world. But she had two important caveats. She would accept no governmental or (especially) military funding. The profits from these devices were more than enough for her and Undyne to live comfortably, and she didn’t want to be back in a position of being obligated to do research she knew was wrong. And no experiment that involved directly experimenting on human or monster bodies in any way. All of this has helped Alphys feel more fulfilled than ever. Where before she felt cursed to ruin everything she touched, and that her craft had only resulted in what she considered evil, now she was helping all kinds of people. And it means a great deal to her to this day. Outside of that, she has a pretty comfortable life. She still loves to unwind with a good anime, and has even begun dipping her toes into the communal side of fandom. Whether that be online communities, or even going to conventions (Undyne is always happy to join in on a cosplay) and all sorts of things Alphys never dreamt she would have the nerve to do. But throughout it all, Undyne has remained her rock, always able to cheer her up on her bad days, and encourage her on her good ones. Between this, striking up a friendship with Sans, and getting to spend time with Asgore in a non professional context, Alphys has more friends now than she ever thought possible. But as much as she loves her daughter, as much as she values her friends, or as much as she joins everyone in spending time at Frisk and Toriel’s house, it’s still sometimes nice to take time to herself to unwind and rewatch Mew Mew Kissy Cuitie...even if Season Two still sucks. Asgore Asgore’s road to making a new life on the surface was...complicated to say the least. For one thing, he was incredibly busy right from the off. Most of the diplomacy needed to make peace with humanity once monsters were reintroduced to the world naturallly fell to him. And many monsters who had settled down in Ebott still came to him for help with numerous small matters.Still, Asgore appreciated the distraction. Outside of that, Asgore mostly kept to himself, in a small house with a garden for him to tend to. Asgore was all too happy to help monsters re-integrate into surface life, but truthfully, he still didn’t really feel he himself deserved to do the same. He tended to avoid contact with people unless they came looking for him, still believing he didn’t deserve to enjoy a peaceful life with the blood he had on his hands. And yet, to his surprise, people still wanted to come to him. His subjects still valued his advice, and applauded his efforts to negotiate with human world leaders. Alphys and Undyne still visited him whenever they could. And most of all, Frisk still seemed to want to talk to him. Asgore had convinced himself that Frisk would never want to see him again. After all, he’d try to kill them. Besides, seeing Frisk meant seeing Toriel, and he could hardly bear to look her in the face. Yet still, Frisk would ask Toriel to bring them round to visit after school, to which she eventually, if somewhat reluctantly, relented. He would spend the day making them tea, playing with them, working the gardens with them, or just being a confidant to the child. After everything he’d done, this human child still wanted him to be a part of their life. And not just them, but countless monsters. It was more than Asgore felt he deserved.  It was a few months after the first of these days looking after them that Frisk called Asgore ‘Dad’ for the first time. He nearly burst into tears on the spot. Shortly after the immediate aftermath of the Barrier’s destruction had died down, Asgore made quiet, private arrangements to find the relatives of the six fallen humans. He thought it best to deal with the matter on his own terms and take full responsibility, lest it make life harder for monsters trying to live alongside humans. Their reactions...varied. For some, it had happened so long ago that none of their immediate families were alive, and their descendants were just relieved to have closure. Others were angrier and more hostile. But all of them eventually recieved some form of resolution and support. It wasn’t an easy task, but one Asgore thought was important to do. ...Asgore even tried to find out about who Chara’s family might have been. But he turned up no results. He’d been afraid that might happen. Asgore is still mostly quite withdrawn in his social life, but outside of his role as king, he still has his fair share of friends. While his old friend Rudy fell down a long time ago, he still checks in on his daughter whenever he can. He still sees Gerson on occasion as well, who is always keen to swap old stories. He now happily embraces his role as Frisk’s father figure and has them over most weekends and the odd weekday. And of course, plenty of his subjects still respect him enough to ask for his help with their problems, and he’ll always sit them down with a hot cup of tea to hear their troubles. Of course, spending time with Frisk meant spending time with Toriel, which was...awkward. Toriel was still understandably angry over everything, but they wordlessly agreed that, both for Frisk’s safe and their diplomatic roles, it was important they try to get along. But it was plain to all that there was a lot going unsaid. It was Alphys who eventually convinced them to sit down and talk through everything that happened. Lay all their cards on the table, everything they’d felt, and gone through since that day. Not a pleasant prospect for either but, remembering how forgiving and merciful Frisk had been to the both of them, both chose to follow their example. These talks were long, and difficult, but ultimately cathartic for both parties. It didn’t magically fix everything, far from it, but with their newfound understanding, the two gradually found themselves able to spend time together comfortably, which was especially important as Asgore became a bigger part of Frisk’s life. As a final olive branch, Toriel offered Asgore a job as gardener at her school. Deeply touched by this expression of trust, Asgore accepted. Between spending time together at the school and co-parenting Frisk, Asgore and Toriel began to build the first steps of a new friendship. It was undoutbtedly a tentative one given what they’d been through, but genuine all the same. And, several years later, by which time Frisk was already almost an adult, they began to remember why they’d once fallen in love in the first place. Of course, neither had forgotten why they had seperated either and so they knew better than to ‘get back together’ officially. But over the course of several ‘not-dates’, they slowly started to build...something. It wasn’t what they’d had before, but it was something new. They’re still slowly working at it, ignoring any comments about how ‘everyone else can see it’. For now, they’re both content to see where this goes. They’re still Frisk’s parents whatever happens.  Asgore is still the gardener at Toriel’s school, where he is well liked by the students. Being around children is a pleasant reminder of happy times for Asgore, and his hedgework and carefully nurtured flowerbeds are a source of pride for the school. Deep down, Asgore still has bad days where he feels he doesn’t deserve any part of this new life. But each day, it gets just a little bit easier to believe it. Mettaton Mettaton’s stardom in the Underground carried through into his surface life. His performances are still widely watched by monster from all over. Winning over the brand new, enormous demographic of humans is a tough task, but it’s a challenge Mettaton was willing to take on. And he did eventually make his way into the mainstream, developing a lengthy career in both film and music, with human and monster fans alike. Because of this, unlike many of the others, Mettaton chose not to settle down in Ebott, but he still made sure to keep on eye on his friends who did.  Eventually, Mettaton saw the efforts his friends were making, as ambassadors, inventors, diplomats and the like, to make life better for monsters, and he began to wonder if he could do more with his fame. After this period of SOUL searching, Mettaton began using his platform to advocate for unity between humans and monsters, and taking roles in movies with human and monster casts and crews. The day he fought Frisk in the Underground taught Mettaton the positive impact he had the potential to make on his fans through his art. And he’s more committed to that than ever. Naturally, such a busy career often keeps him on the move, but he will occasionally make time to make a low profile visit to Ebott (or a high profile one if he feels like it). When he does, Napstablook and Alphys are always his first ports of call, and there’s generally a day out shopping with Frisk on the agenda at some point (anything to get them out of that tacky striped shirt). As part of her research, Alphys has sought his advice on how to build more mechanical bodies for those who want or need them, and, touched by her efforts, he’s happy to share his experience when she’s coming up with new designs.  It’s odd really. Despite being more famous than ever, Mettaton has found that’s not actually why he’s so happy with himself right now. Flowey Even as all the other monsters chose to go up and live their lives on the surface, Flowey alone, stayed behind. Much like he once told Frisk, he simply couldn’t bring himself to leave the Underground. Maybe he didn’t feel he deserved it after all he’d done. Maybe this self imposed exile was his idea of punishment. Maybe he just didn’t want to re-open his parents’ centruies-old wounds of grief. Maybe it was all of those reasons. Whatever his logic, he stayed. Occasionally, he would get visits from either Frisk or Papyrus, neither of whom had forgotten him and both resolved to keep him company. Frisk always made sure to let him know that Asgore and Toriel were both doing fine. Every time either of them visited, they asked Flowey to come with them. Every time, Flowey said no. He never regressed to the state he’d been in before he met Frisk. Just because he turned back into a flower and lost his SOUL again didn’t mean he’d forgotten what these experiences had taught him. But becoming the person he once was, even for a moment, just made it even harder to believe he’d ever really be accepted out there after everything he’d done and everyone he’d hurt. Left to his own devices, Flowey was true to his word and spent most of his time taking care of the flowers. Flowey’s magic had always allowed him to manipulate plant life, but now he was using it to nurture the various plants of the Underground. Slowly, he learned to use his magic not to kill, but to give life. Under his care, the various areas of the Underground became some of the most famous sites of natual beauty on Earth. Now that the Underground is easy and safe to reach, people come from miles around to see the plants that now grow there. There are rumours of some guardian who has grown the Underground into what it is today, but no one has ever seen him. Over the next few years as he tended to the kingdom alone, Flowey came to realise something. For so long, he’d thought that all he could do was destroy. That was the only thing left to do after countless time loops had numbed him to everything else. Yet here he was, using his powers to heal, to grow, to make the Underground he’d once terrorised so much more beautiful. Is it possible, then that he could do the same on the surface? It is then, and only then, that Flowey agrees to go with Frisk outside the mountain. Even after this experience, Flowey’s life is not smooth sailing. He never recovers his SOUL to restore his original form. As a result, his capacity to feel emotions and empathy is not entirely as it once was. But there are plenty of factors other than his SOUL-essness that made Flowey into who he became, and there are parts of himself he can still work on, SOUL or no SOUL. Flowey is still very dry and reserved in his deameanor, but he’s not willfully cruel like he once was. He still struggles to say the right thing at times, but he’s learning. He’s been able to rekindle his friendship with Papyrus. The two were implied to be much closer friends in earlier time loops, and Flowey hopes that he’ll be able to make something new in pace of what he once reset away. Asgore and Toriel are happy to meet another of Frisk’s friends, but he’s reluctant to tell them the full story of who he once was. Maybe someday he’ll tell them. But for now, he’s just glad to see that they’re happy. And while he pretends it doesn’t matter to him as he’s not that person anymore, he’ll still constantly hound Frisk for details once Asgore and Toriel start spending more time together. That said, there is one person who Flowey still struggles to get on with. Sans may not remember anything that happened in the previous resets, but he at least guesses who the other person was besides Frisk, who had that power. While he puts on a friendly air for Frisk and Papyrus’ sake, he never trusts Flowey entirely, and their exchanges tend to be pretty terse and snarky when their mutual friends aren’t around. Flowey may never have the life he once had back. But he seems to be on the way to making something new in its place. Chara This will be the shortest, because not much needs to be said. Even if Frisk never even knew they were there, observing Frisk on their journey through the Underground gave Chara a lot of time to think. For a long time, their life had given them no reason but to believe the worst of humanity. Their ‘plan’ was just as much a revenge quest against the people who once hurt them as it was a bid to save the monsters they loved. And their last memory was being held back, betrayed, in a sense, by their brother as the humans took everything from them yet again. Suffice to say, when a strong source of Determination awoke them from death, they had little reason to see any worth in humans, or monsters, or the world in general. Perhaps, in another time, they might have met someone else who validated those dark thoughts. Someone who made the wrong choices, who led Chara themselves to the worst possible conclusion... And yet, that’s not what happened. What they saw instead was a child who only offered mercy to a kingdom that wanted them dead. They saw a child with the power over time itself who used that power to help people. They saw their family find healing and redemption through the actions of this stranger. They saw their sibling find himself again, and make his peace with their own departure. In watching so many monsters find their catharsis through Frisk’s actions, Chara found a degree of catharsis themselves. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe humans weren’t as bad as they thought. Maybe power wasn’t everything. Maybe the future of humans and monsters their father once spoke of still existed. Finally able to let go of their anger, Chara is free for the first time. And with the source of Determination leaving after the credits roll, there’s nothing to keep them bound to this world anymore. After all, what do ghosts do in all those old stories when their unfinished business is resolved? With everything finally settled and no Determination to anchor them anymore, Chara is able to pass on peacefully, at long last, safe in the knowledge that their friends will be fine without them....

And that concludes my Undertale Post Pacifist headcanons for all the major characters. I hope it was an enjoyable read. I think it’s safe to say this game made a huge impact on a ton of people who played it, and their reactions are all very personal. As such, I know full well that these are just my projections and interpretations of what happens after the ending. But I think the fact that this game left enough of an impression that I wrote this much says something about its quality. I’m so sorry these are all so sappy. But I’m not as funny as Toby Fox, I’m afriad. Also, good lord, I didn’t mean this to be so long. If you somehow read the whole of this mess then thanks. It’s nice to think at least someone enjoys the crazed ramblings I call my blog.

[thatonebrazilian]

Heyo! Your writing is “chef kiss” ABSOLUTELY OUT OF THIS WORLD. And I was wondering if you could do another fic involving Kate and Wanda being both interested in reader, but I mean, reader is officially dating Kate nonetheless she’s always been highly attracted to Wanda, and Wanda didn’t want a real thing with reader, just to have her in her bed, then reader gives in to Wanda charms & Kate finds both in reader’s room, all over each other’s bodies. Kate is a wreck after that, later asking reader “how long have you longed for her hands in you?, how long have you been making a fool of me?” Something alike. Perhaps reader was kinda distant before with Kate cause Peter had a crush on her and that annoyed her so much especially cause Kate was somewhat flirty with him too. Super angsty when Kate confronts Wanda for sleeping with her girlfriend, basically starting a real fight. You can decide the end? I think it has potential and you’re quite the writer! Thank you 💜❤️

Darliiinnngg, thank you so much, I really appreciate it <3 And I'm sorry it's taken me so long to answer to this, but I was going through a bit of writer's block.

Also, I'm pretty sure this didn't go as you wanted it to. I just couldn't make the reader cheat without a extremely good reason (because I myself hate it // ohh, and a extremely good reason doesn't make it ok, just less worse), but I also couldn't make Kate a bad girlfriend cause she just exudes this feeling that she'd treat us so well, so there's really no "bad guy" in this.

But still, I actually quite liked how it came off.

Anyway, really hope you like it.

Time To Go

“On your six!” someone yelled, Yelena probably.

You and Kate were facing a bunch of Flag Smashers along with the rest of your team, the New Avengers. Before you could process what, exactly, was on your six, you saw Peter coming in fast, dangling from one of his webs as he came closer faster and faster. In the blink of an eye he took Kate in his arms and left.

And then red wisps of magic surrounded you just before a grenade exploded nearby. You could’ve sworn your ears were blown up then, your head was ringing as if there was a fucking bell inside it, your vision was blurred, you couldn’t feel your body.

“Detka! Detka, are you ok?” you heard, you couldn’t answer, everything hurt “Y/N, please, please keep your eyes open, look at me, Detka, I need you to stay awake!”

You wished you could answer, you wished you could ease her worries, you hated to see Wanda worried.

But you couldn’t.

It was cold in the med bay, too cold. When you came to be, there was a place in your body slightly warmer than the rest; your hand. You opened your eyes and there she was, her red hair all tousled, her eyes full of worry.

There was never an ounce of doubt in your mind that Wanda Maximoff cared about you, and you’ve always felt this magnetic pull towards too, an attraction that seemed unyielding, a desire that couldn’t be contained. There were plenty of times, right after you became a member of the New Avengers, when you nearly found yourself on her bed. Nearly. Truth be told, you wouldn’t go there, you couldn’t, because you knew that what you were feeling ran deeper than mere lust, deeper than any desire, and Wanda always made it clear that she wanted you on her bed, and her bed only. She didn’t want you, she wanted your body, and there was no space for you in her heart.

So you tried to let go of her.

And then Kate came along and Wanda was pushed to the back of your mind. Not as much present, but not entirely gone either, always there, a presence lingering amidst your most prominent thoughts.

“Y/N?” Wanda asked when she finally realized you were awake.

“Fucking finally! I was worried, suka!” and that was Yelena.

“Is Y/N awake?” Came Kate’s voice, there was a twinge of worry in it that warmed your heart, but then you looked to the side and saw her getting up. She was sitting in a chair… by Peter’s bed.

You closed your eyes for a second, trying not to focus on the ugly feeling making itself known in the pit of your stomach. Peter was just her friend.

You felt Wanda squeeze your hand a little and Yelena put her own hand on your shoulder, suddenly your feelings weren’t as overwhelming, you felt more grounded. You looked at the redhead and squeezed her hand back, then smiled in gratitude at the blonde. You’d always be thankful for Yelena, she was your best friend, and Wanda… Despite not wanting to be with you, Wanda was still a good person, a good comrade, a good teammate.

… A good friend… Gosh, how hypocrite were you?

“Babe! Are you ok? I was so worried!” Kate finally came to be by your side, there was legitimate worry in her eyes, she looked you up and down as if to make sure you were really intact. You smiled at her.

“I am, are you?” you asked, extending your hand with mild difficulty to take hers.

She took your hand as smiled at you, her eyes going to Peter then. “Yeah, we took a hit with the explosion, but Pete protected me.”

The way she was looking at him made your stomach twist again, but you didn’t say anything, you didn’t want to hear her trying to convince you again that friends look at each other like that. She squeezed your hand, just like Wanda did, but with her you only felt pain, the pain of having to share your love.

You weren’t going to lie; not to yourself, not to anyone else. You knew Kate Bishop, and she was not cheating on you, but you also couldn’t say that the looks she shared with Peter didn’t hurt. They were tearing you apart little by little.

You loved Kate, the moment you first laid eyes on her you knew she was special, and with time that only proved to be true, yet, even if she was waking up by your side every day, with that beautifully radiating smile on her face, you couldn’t help but feel left out whenever it was the three of you together.

You knew what friendship was, you had it with Yelena, with Carol, heck, even with the ever-brooding Bucky Barnes. But those looks between your girlfriend and Peter? That was not the way friends looked at each other, no matter what she said.

“Sorry I didn’t pull you too, Y/N,” Peter said, then, waving his hand with that sheepish, boyish smile of his “but if I did I wouldn’t be able to get Kate out, we’d be slower due to the extra weight.”

You also knew Peter Parker, and you knew he’d never do something like that with ill intent, he really just wanted to protect Kate. In fact, you knew Peter Parker enough to know that he probably wasn’t even aware that he had feelings for your girlfriend.

If he did know, he wouldn’t act on them, no, Peter was too honorable for that.

“My hero,” Kate said teasingly, putting her hand over her chest and swooning mockingly.

There was nothing to be worried about, you told yourself.

She loved you, despite everything, she loved you.

You were in her room, you know you shouldn’t be here, but you came in to thank her properly for saving your life and… You should leave, you should just go and thank her some other time.

But it took you weeks to get her this present and you wouldn’t back out. But also, fuck, this room screamed Wanda, it smelled like her, you could feel her all around. It felt suffocating and yet you couldn’t get enough. You should just go.

“Well?” Wanda said, having just asked you what were you doing here.

You fidgeted, the present you got her behind your back. Being here, with her looking like that felt dangerous, sinful. She was clad in a short nightdress, her hair loose in beautiful red waves, her eyes black with desire.

“I- I wanted to thank you, you know, for saving my life,” you said, you could feel your hands trembling behind your back, the little box felt heavy in your hands.

Wanda tilted her head and smiled at you, she got up from her bed and walked to you slowly, putting you under her metaphorical spell. She closed the gap between the two of you, pulling you to her by your waist, your noses touching.

“I know of a way you can thank me,” she whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

You had to fight with everything in you not to give in.

“Wan,” you whined, “I think you should see what I got you first.”

She smiled at you, not a smirk, not a teasing tilt of her mouth, an honest and open smile. It made you want her in your arms. You closed your eyes and handed her the box. You didn’t know how she was going to react, you prayed to any god that was listening that you hadn’t overstepped any limits.

She opened the little box, her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, tears pooled in her eyes.

“How is it…?” she breathe out. One of her hands took the pendant from the box, the yellowing stone in it shone bright with power.

“Possible?” you finished her question in a small voice, afraid of her reaction “Strange told me magic like this doesn’t just disappear, the infinity stones were a vessel for this power, as soon as they were gone, the power found another vessel. It turns out the mind-power really likes yellow stones.”

She closed her eyes for a second, her hand hovering over the stone and a gasp left her mouth. “I can feel him,” she whispered and looked at you, and what you saw in her eyes made you feel butterflies all over “I know he’s not here, he’s gone and he’s not coming back, but thank you for giving me a piece of him anyway.”

And then her mouth was on you, and it wasn’t even a lustful kiss, she kissed you with adoration, with emotion, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes and reciprocate, because damn it all to hell, your emerging feelings for Wanda never went away.

At the end of it, she put her forehead against yours. “I always knew that you were an angel in disguise, that you were special.”

You put your hands on her waist, but instead of drawing her near like you really wanted to, you pushed her slightly away. “Wan, I- I think you’re emotional, I should- I should go.”

You practically ran out of the room.

It plagued your mind, her smell, her smile, her loving eyes, that kiss. Over the next days you couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t feel anything but Wanda, Wanda, Wanda. You wanted to say your girlfriend noticed your sudden emotional distance, but she didn’t, she’s been too busy with Peter.

Still, you shouldn’t have done that, you shouldn’t have kissed the witch, you just shouldn’t, you loved Kate, you did, truly, it’s just that… No, there’s no excuse, it was wrong and you knew it.

You sighed, there was no use in dwelling in it, so you tried to move on, but moving on was so much harder when Wanda seemed to be more present than ever, sticking by your side through every good and bad thing that happened.

Most days you woke up beside Kate as she opened her eyes lazily and stretched luxuriously, looking at you with pure adoration in her eyes, you normally also went together to the kitchen, but as of late, whether Kate was with you or not, Wanda was already waiting for you with a plate of breakfast specially made for her favorite teammate. Her words, not yours.

One particular morning you moaned unintentionally as you put the waffles in your mouth, muttering a “Holy shit, Wands, you have magical hands, this is just perfect.”

Wanda smiled and you heard her voice in your mind. Oh, my hands are definitely magical, I can give you a particular performance if you want to see it. Feel it.

You had choked at that, and although Kate didn’t seem to notice (because she was talking to Peter, what a surprise), Yelena raised a single brow at you, knowing full well what had happened.

“Shut up,” you told the blond and she looked affronted.

“I didn’t even say anything!” she complained “God, you’re just like Natasha, suka.”

Wanda smiled at that, a sad smile, a reminiscent one. She was one of Natasha’s best friends.

“She really is, isn’t she?” the witch said, looking at you with the same adoration you saw in Kate’s eyes, just… deeper. “Obstinate, caring, stubborn to a fault.”

Yelena was munching on her breakfast, mouth full as she said “But her sense of humor is ten times better.”

Wanda tilted her head, her smile widening. “Oh, come on, it’s not like Natasha didn’t have a sense of humor, it was just more… formal, refined.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “Yeah, don’t lie to yourself, my sister had many strong suits, humor was not one of them.”

You smiled at that, it had taken them a while to be able to do this, to talk about the people they lost without grief and pain weighing them down.

“I guess we all know which sister was gifted the humor,” you said looking at Yelena, she smiled at you, but you turned your face away and muttered, “and which was gifted with skills.”

“Hey!” she practically yelled, making both you and Wanda laugh.

You failed to notice that Peter had left and that Kate couldn’t help but realize how at ease you seemed with the witch. Had your relationship with Wanda always been like this? Why had she never noticed?

She didn’t like seeing it.

But you didn’t like what you saw either. It was night, you were looking for Kate all around the compound. Since it was Friday, most of your teammates and friends were out doing god-knows-what.

You expected Kate to invite you or at least tell you she was going out if she actually decided to do it, but she didn’t say anything, so you just assumed she was around. You finally found her at the mini movie theater, with Peter. They were cuddling in a big ass chair, they hadn’t seen you yet. Kate’s voice echoed through the air.

“I just don’t think I’ve ever been really in love until I met her.” She said and looked up at him. “Y/N is really amazing, you know. I guess that’s why I felt kinda jealous of the way Wanda was treating her.”

Peter caressed her arm and looked down at her with a smile. “I know what you mean, I felt like that with MJ before we broke up.”

Kate tried to get a better look at him. “How are you holding up with all of that? I know it’s not been that long, you must…”

“Actually,” Peter cut her off “I’m way better, thanks to you, you know, you always make me feel better.”

You could practically hear Kate’s smile through her words. “I’m glad I could help, I hate to see you down. You’re my favorite person, you know.”

Your heart dropped when you heard those words, mainly because you knew Kate meant them.

“Am I?” he asked, you could clearly see the smile on his face “Like, above-all favorite person?”

Kate laughed at that. “Yes, above all. You’re the person who understands me the most, Pete, and you’re sweet, and caring, and you make me laugh more than anyone else.”

You could see Peter’s arms working to bring Kate closer to him. “You are my favorite person, too… That’s why I broke up with MJ, actually.”

Kate looked shocked to hear that, she leaned away from him to look better into his eyes. “What?”

Peter shrugged. “Yeah, she didn’t want us being friends anymore.” He said.

Kate smiled sadly at that and tucked her head under his. “Well, that just proves that we’re really a package deal. No one gets to break us apart. No one. I love you too much to let you go, Pete.”

“Even if Y/N was the one to ask?” Peter said.

Your heart stopped.

Kate froze for a second, she pulled away from him, her eyes looking deep into his, a frown on her beautiful features. “She wouldn’t.” She said and he opened his mouth, she shook her head. “She wouldn’t, Peter. But if she ever did… I’d always choose you.”

He pulled her closer, cheeks red, pupils dilated. It was a kiss on the forehead, nothing sexual, but something extremely intimate, profound.

You left the room with your heart in tatters.

You were in your bed, tears streaming down your face, that old familiar ache making itself anew in your heart, you could almost feel the snaps from those same little breaks in your soul. You loved Kate, you truly did, that was why you knew it was time to let go. Because she loved you, but she loved someone else. And you loved her, but you loved someone else.

You had to be honest with yourself, with her. You had to do the right thing for both of you. And sometimes giving up was the right thing.

When the door opened you expected to see the archer, but your vision was filled with red hair and beautiful blue eyes.

“Detka,” she said, coming to sit by your side, taking you in her arms “it’s ok, you’re ok.” Wanda said, as if she knew what you were thinking. She probably did.

“Is-” you sobbed, “is there something wrong with me?”

At that Wanda’s eyes filled with tears, you didn’t know why. She hugged you tighter, closer.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Y/N, you’re perfect, absolutely perfect.” She said, caressing your hair.

“Then why? She thinks she loves me, but she clearly loves someone else. And you… You didn’t even want me in the first place, I was never good enough, I-”

Wanda pulled away from you, grabbed you by the shoulders and made sure you were looking deep into her eyes. “You really never realized it, did you?”

You used the back of your hand to wipe your face. “What?”

“How I grew closer to you after that explosion.” She said and you furrowed your brows “How I realized that you’d be in danger just by being in this team, whether you were with me or not…”

Your eyes widened and your hands started trembling, you felt your heart beating at its highest rate. You never felt so many butterflies in your stomach. “Wanda, are you… are you saying what I think you are saying?”

You were crying again, you never really stopped, your tears were simply on hold, but now they flowed freely again. Wanda brought her hands to your face and wiped your tears away, her face also tearstained.

“Y/N, I lost everyone,” her voice was high-pitched, her red-rimmed eyes were wet, her nose and cheeks were blush-colored, “I lost my parents, my twin brother, I lost Vision three times” she cried out, “lost my friends, my children. I am cursed, Y/N, I thought that if I indulged in my feelings for you, I’d lose you too. So I pushed you away.”

Her face was hot to the touch, your hands were cold in comparison, and yet she let you wipe her tears away, leaned her cheek on your palm, kissed it delicately. You never felt so warm before, never felt your chest as tight.

“Wanda,” you whispered. You had no idea who started it, you didn’t know which one of you leaned in, but suddenly your mouths were together, not fighting for dominance, but dancing a beautiful tango together, swiveling around and complementing each other’s moves.

When you drew apart, you were both panting, your breath mingling with hers. It was not the first time you were hit with the realization that if you could, you’d spend the rest of your life feeling her against you like this.

And then Wanda made both your clothes disappear.

You were both in bed, still tangled in the sheets, Wanda was caressing your hair with one hand, the other drew patterns on your hips. “I’m sorry I ever pushed you away,” she whispered against your head, kissing your temple lightly.

You were conflicted, you were so fucking conflicted, because on one hand, you were happier than you’ve ever felt, your chest felt like it could burst at any minute, you felt so loved, felt so much love. But on the other, there was guilt, not for sleeping with Wanda, no, you’d never feel guilty about her, but you felt guilty about not doing this right, not breaking up with Kate before.

You didn’t like being a cheater.

And Wanda seemed to notice it. “Your thoughts are loud, moya lyubov,” she whispered, she leaned over you then, looking deep into your eyes “I’m sorry, I should have waited, I know how you feel about lying, about cheating…”

You shook your head, your throat tightening. “No. I hate that I did this to Kate, but I wouldn’t wait for another second to have you. I love you, Wanda.”

She smiled and kissed you. “I love you, too, Y/N.”

And that’s how Kate found you two, tangled in bed, tangled in each other, words of love and devotion on your lips.

You and Wanda sprung apart, your heart ached at the pain you could see in Kate’s eyes. You mentally asked Wanda to leave, to let you do what you had to do, and she obliged. You didn’t know if she used magic or if Kate was simply laser-focused on you, but the archer didn’t react when the witch got up, still tangled in the sheets, and left the room.

“How long?” she asked, there was a strain to her voice, her eyes were red.

“Kate…”

“How long have you longed for her hands on you?” she shook her head and chuckled, there was no mirth behind it, only pain “How long have you been making a fool out of me?”

You threw your clothes on hastily, the look on Kate’s face screamed hurt, and, worse, disgust. “Kate, please, listen to me, I was going to-”

“What, you were going to tell me?” she asked sarcastically, but when you grimaced, she understood.

“You were going to break up with me. For her.” She said, more to herself than to you. And you were feeling it again, the heartbreak, not just yours this time, hers as well. You could feel it all, the heartache, the snaps from those same little breaks in your soul.

But you knew, and it was time she understood it as well, that you had to let go.

“Sometimes… Sometimes giving up is the strong thing, you know.” You said under your breath, you took a small step forward and took her hand in yours.

“Don’t you dare, don’t you dare to say this is right, don’t you dare to say we were wrong together, wrong for each other.”

“Of course we were not,” you said, your thumb caressing her hand “we were beautiful together, what we had was sweet, it was pure, that’s why… That’s why running from this is the brave thing. Because this was good, it was great, but, sometimes, walking out is the one thing that’ll find you the right thing. I have to do the right thing for both of us, Kate.”

“Don’t you pin this on me, this is you, wanting to be with Wanda, nothing else.” She said, pulling her hand away from you.

You shook your head and pulled her to you, embracing her. “I’m setting you free so you can be with the person you truly love.” You said. “And I’m doing the same for myself.”

Kate didn’t look confused, she wasn’t, she knew you were talking about Peter, she probably figured her feelings out already. You’d thought she’d say something, yell at you, anything, but instead, Kate turned around and left the room.

You followed her, of course you did. You were responsible for how she was feeling right now, you had to help her.

Kate was fast, especially when she was mad, so it didn’t take long for you to find yourself in Wanda’s room, Kate yelling at her as if this was all her fault.

“This is on you!” she yelled, “You made the first person I really loved give up on me! For what? Just because you wanted to fuck her?”

Wanda took a step forwards, teeth clenched. “Me? You were the one that drove her away, you and your little boyfriend. If you had paid enough attention to the wonderful woman you had by your side, if you have loved her, and just her, we wouldn’t be here. She wouldn’t have cheated if she hadn’t planned on breaking up with you already.”

“Don’t fucking imply that I don’t love her, I do, she knows that I do!” Kate yelled back, taking another step towards the witch.

“Just not as much as you love him,” Wanda said, her voice was cold, colder than you ever heard.

Kate took a small step back, as if Wanda had slapped her. “What do you-”

“She heard! She heard you saying that if you had to choose, you’d choose him! She heard you telling him that he was the most important person to you, your above-all favorite, as you said!” You’ve never seen Wanda so mad before, her eyes were red due to her powers, her fingers were trembling as if she had the urge to blast Kate away.

Kate wasn’t afraid, though, she gritted her teeth and launched herself at Wanda, you managed to grab her at the last minute. It would never be a fair fight, Wanda could destroy all of the New Avengers if she wished to do so.

“Kate, you know in your soul that it’s time to go, to let us go, to move on.” You said, hugging her.

Kate cried on your shoulders, somehow you knew she was just struggling to accept what she already knew.

That sometimes walking out was the one thing that will find you the right thing.

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I AM SO HOOKED ON YOUR DISABILITIES AU AND I REALLY WANT TO HEAR WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT IT

THANKS IM STILL FIGURING A FEW THINGS OUT BUT IT HAS GRABBED MY BRAIN AND WONT LET GO

Seriously considering doing a November writing prompt but only with this AU. Fluffvember, yeah? Maybe with vague continuity. I dunno yet. I wasn't originally going to do much with this but the possibilities are blooming before my eyes.

So far, we have Time missing his eye, Twilight casually missing an arm, Wild with his hypertrophic scars, Hyrule being mostly blind, and Wind with a prosthetic leg. I definitely have ideas for the remaining four boys, but I'm still doing research and determining exactly whats going on.

There's a good balance in the group, I think, between injuries and things they're born with. Wild, Wind, Time, and Four were injured, but the rest of them were born with or naturally developed whatever it is. Four in particular is gonna be difficult to draw, which is a shame because he's the one I'm projecting the hardest onto. XD You'll see em soon! Anyway.

I'm doing my best to be respectful and informed, this kind of thing is super important to me. Every time I write a disability into a fic (like once I wrote Teo from ATLA being an Airbender XD) someone's commented somewhere with something like "I'm disabled too, and this is great." We have so much push for representation of race, gender, sexuality, body types, but I don't often see it for mental or physical disabilities. This kind of thing is super important to me.

That being said—this is an open invitation for people that have these disabilities to reach out for whatever reason. :) I have experience with some but obviously not everything.

In terms of story?

Wind gets phantom pains like he gets growing pains. He's mostly annoyed with them, and is at first kinda confused that Twilight doesn't get them. Missing limbs is not super uncommon in Wind's world (hooray for pirates!) and most of the other amputees he knows get them.

Twilight is still excellent at hugs. These are full-body bone-crushing hugs. I just want to be clear that not having an arm does in ninway diminish his cuddliness. Or his awkwardness. He's been assured that his missing arm is a birth condition, but since he's not sure who his parents were, the possibility of it potentially being an injury, purposeful or accidental, haunts the back of his mind, as does the possibility that he was abandoned for it. He's pretty comfortable with the whole thing, though, by and large.

Both Twilight and Wind have a plethora of good answers when it comes to "how'd you lose your arm/leg?" They range from the deadpan "raccoons really will eat anything" to "did you know sharks are drawn to the smell of wet socks?" It's become a bit of a game for the two to answer for each other when someone asks, doing their best to come up with the dumbest, funniest stories.

I mean, just wait until Time gets in on that, too.

Hyrule got lost in someone's city once. That was a little terrifying for everyone. The others found him in an alley petting cats and snacking on stale bread. Like most people, he's not entirely happy if someone touches him without warning, but as soon as the others figured that out, they have 100% become the Hyrule Protection Squad.

I have so many more thoughts, but they'll have to wait until I draw the rest of the boys and definitely figure out what their conditions are!

[hyperfixated-homo]

ooh I'm gonna be super predictable but I adore big brother Virgil in any capacity, so if you wanna write that go wild. muah <3

Tired, but never of them

Virgil has a bad day. His little siblings comfort him in their own special way.

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A/N: This took a while, sorry! Sibling stories are not my strong suit lmao. It’s not even really explicit that he’s the older one here, but you know that he is and I guess that’s what matters. Also I almost got to 2k words with this fic!! Yay me :D

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He was having a bad day.

Everything had gone wrong from the moment he woke up. He was late for school because he needed to stay up all night to study for a test (which he missed, thanks to his lateness). Then he got a call from his boss and he had to leave his brothers alone in the house because obviously he didn't want to get fucking fired and lose their only source of income. Then it felt like the only customers at their shitty little convenience store were all angry moms and spoiled brats who would take forever to buy their stupid fucking candy and gum and then complain when he didn't give them a discount when they gave him dirty looks. Then in a tiring series of events:

Some kids from his school showed up and started fucking around with the displays.

One of them jokingly asked him out and then called him gay for not immediately saying no.

They all proceeded to laugh at him for being queer for like, half an hour (which he was, but they didn't know that so what was the point?).

A middle aged man yelled at him for five minutes because he wouldn't give him a free beer for an expired coupon that wasn't even for their store.

A kid started crying really fucking loudly in the corner (she didn't stop for fifteen minutes and her parents refused to leave the store. He didn't know if he felt more sorry for them or for himself).

Someone smashed a bottle on the floor trying to take it out of a six pack even though they had a massive sign that clearly stated that they didn't sell single bottles.

And then, to top it all off, one of the kids smoked a cigarette in the bathroom and set the place on fire.

So yeah. In conclusion; Virgil Sanders was having an absolutely horrible fucking day.

When he got home, it was already seven pm and he hadn't eaten since his rushed breakfast (the granola bars at the store didn't count for shit). He was exhausted and stressed out and so sick of everything that he didn't bother to say hi to his brothers when he got back, deciding instead to immediately go to his room and flop onto his bed.

He didn't even take off his shoes or jacket. He just laid there staring at the ceiling and wondering what the fuck he was doing with his life. 

Everything sort of hurt, but not in the sharp way it hurts to get a scrape, or hit your head. It was more like a general soreness that spread throughout his entire body once he laid down. His stomach hurt. It always did when he got stressed or overworked, but it made him feel miserable.

He would need to redo his test. And have to explain to his science teacher why he had to redo the test. Would he need to do it alone? Was that better or worse than having to do that in a room full of people? He didn't know. But he was still thinking about it. For some reason. And probably would be for the entire evening. Fuck.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment and then let out a long sigh. He probably needed to make some food for his brothers. Fucking-

His brothers! Had they eaten anything for lunch? He hadn't had time to come back home after his second morning class, he didn't even check on them when he came home. What if they'd gotten in trouble? What if they thought that he hated them because he was in a bad mood and didn't talk to them? He knew that they got upset when he didn't pay attention to them, how could he just-

A knock sounded at his door. He called out (much more shakily than he would like to admit) for them to come in.

His door opened slowly and two big blue eyes popped out behind it.

"Hey Logan." Virgil croaked out (when did his throat get so dry?)

"...Hi." He sounded small, like he didn't want to say anything. Was he scared? Upset maybe? God they probably did think that he hated them-

"We made you some stuff."

Virgil blinked at him. That was most definitely not what he expected. "You made me things?" Logan nodded, almost shyly.

"Jay and Patton wanted me to give it to you because I'm the most quiet and they didn't know if you had a headache or not." The little seven year old explained, opening the door more and revealing a little tray behind him. Virgil couldn't quite make out the contents from his spot on the bed.

"Can I come in?" He asked. Virgil let him in, sitting up to talk about him better.

Logan picked up the tray and brought it over. Placing it on an empty spot on his bed, he pushed himself up and sat next to Virgil, putting his little hand over Virgil's.

Virgil damn near cried.

On the tray was a plate of pasta, some water, a little box of Pepto-Bismol, two cards and a little blue gem.

The pasta was clearly Patton's, heated warm enough to feel the heat in his stomach but not hot enough to burn. It was sprinkled with sliced ham and Parmesan, which was funny because Virgil was the only one who actually like Parmesan in this house. The ham and cheese combo was simple but it had become a sort of comfort food for Virgil, who had gotten used to making foods like that on a very low budget. When Patton started taking over some of the cooking a the ripe age of ten, he managed to make the recipe even better by adding melted cream (it was legendary; cheap, tasty and made the pasta so much better. Virgil was so amazed at his abilities that he upgraded him to the house chef on the spot).

The water and Pepto-Bismol were probably Janus' doing. Most of his siblings didn't know the difference between it and other over the counter medication like Advil or Tylenol. Janus had helped him do some research on which ones were safer after Virgil expressed concern about how much medicine this family needed (Seriously, between the twins’ chaotic habit of slamming into every possible surface of any place they go—plus Patton's leg injury and Logan's chronic pain, Janus' headaches and Virgil's stomachaches—the drugstore nearby basically knew them by name). Janus had probably taken the time to think about what type of pain he was in and somehow figured out exactly what medicine would make him feel better. He did that all the time, but it never failed to amaze Virgil. 

The cards had so much detail both on the back and front that it could only have been the twins' work. There were drawings and doodles all over the paper, Roman's featuring chibi versions of his younger brothers giving Virgil a big hug, while Remus' showed some more realistic drawings that featured an odd amount of eyes and limbs. They were both equally endearing. What really took Virgil aback was the amount of stickers the two had put on their cards. They loved to collect stickers, but had a general rule that using them was strictly forbidden. They were meant for looking and not using. The two of them using so many made the cards feel really special, as strange as it was.

Opening the cards, Virgil was met with a pop up drawing of himself on Roman's card and a big monster of limbs and eyes and mouths on Remus' that was labeled "the bad day". He was a bit confused for a moment, but then Logan put the two together and he couldn't help but laugh.

When the pages were pressed against each other the pop-out figures it formed a scene where Virgil was a heroic knight, holding his sword out and fighting The Bad Day. It was so thoughtful and creative and them that it almost made Virgil choke up a little bit.

The final thing on the tray was a crystal, small enough to easily fit into his palm. It was smooth on the bottom and jutted out into a natural looking formation, the bumpy pattern giving it a wonderful texture and a frozen appearance. It was slightly transparent, and through it Virgil could see that the edges were a bright cyan, while the middles were a deeper shade of indigo.

It was a salt crystal, one that Logan had made himself at home after a class demonstration left him interested. He'd kept them afterwards and called them his comfort crystals, because the knowledge of their creation made him feel better when he was sad, and the texture was pleasantly stimulating to him.

The crystal on his tray now was one that they had made together. It was one of the first crystals that had ever actually formed (when Virgil realized that the reason they weren't forming was because it wasn't humid enough for it to crystalize). It was also the first one they'd dyed.

It was Logan's favorite comfort crystal.

"Sometimes I feel better when I'm just holding it," Logan murmured when Virgil picked it up "so you can borrow it for a bit."

It really wasn't much, but it meant everything to him. The pasta had too much ham and the glass wasn't filled all the way, and there were spelling mistakes in all the kind words in the cards and there was no way to put the crystal down so that it wouldn't start rolling when the bed moved but it was so, so perfect and oh fuck he was crying-

"Virge?" It wasn't from the little boy beside him, but rather his door. "Are you okay?"

Patton's concerned voice from the doorway was enough to make him sob. He walked in immediately and started going through breathing exercises to calm him down.

Virgil spluttered for a minute, trying to find a nice way to voice his thoughts without sounding like a complete idiot but eventually just said fuck it.

"'I'm not sad." He said in-between sobs "I just really, really love you guys, you know?"

Patton's concerned face split into a grin, and he squealed, pulling him up and into a hug. "I love you too!" He said, squeezing him tightly.

It took a while for Virgil finally calmed down enough to get out of the hug and wipe his eyes. When they broke from their hug, he could see the others standing in his doorway. It seemed that Logan had gone to grab them while Patton comforted him through his sob fest.

He snorted, slightly wetly, and said "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Instantly, he had two little balls of red and green in his arms, loudly asking if he's okay. Janus came over to pluck the food from its spot on the bed and put it somewhere safer, and Logan rejoined him by his side.

It was nice. They were nice. He could feel himself relax and calm down as the twins explained the thought process behind their cards a little better, the background noise doing wonders for his overstimulated mind. Patton and Janus sat down eventually, Janus on his right and Patton holding Logan on his left. They gave him back his pasta so that he could eat while they talked about their days. 

They were so careful to not talk about anything that might trigger him. Every time he thought about it, it made him want to burst into tears again. 

There was warmth on all sides, not trapping but simply surrounding him. And he felt safe.

It had been a bit of a bad day. And he was still a little tired, but he knew at the end of the day he could never be tired of his family.

[bonefall]

sorry I;m new and it's a lot to catch up on but can you briefly explain your better call mapleshade au?

Sure thing! As long as you don't mind that I'm gonna hijack your ask to answer a few other meta things at the same time! @katiek101 Rounding up your replies over here.

Btw never be afraid to just ask me questions about stuff, I need to update my Masterpost because I haven't added to it in a couple weeks but I'm always willing to just link people to stuff when asked!

What is the Better Call Mapleshade AU?

I summarized it in this reblog, which also contains @nightly-ruse design for BCM Mapleshade!

"Mapleshade is able to get into StarClan through a very slim ruling out of sympathy for the loss of her kits. She’s a prosecutor/defense attorney motivated by her own desire to be highly revered, playing as a literal ��devil’s advocate“ against the awful choices we see StarClan make in canon.

In contrast to StarClan being the ‘council of well-meaning angels‘ who cause bad outcomes, Mapleshade is a self-concerned demon who makes good ones. Because of that, she looks somewhat out of place. An opposer for StarClan, a devil for a good cause.

The AU was born out of some joking with “Snowbird Anon” (hence the name #Better Call Mapleshade AU) and then evolved into an actual premise because my followers are literally the coolest"

It is separate from the #Bonefall Rewrite, but was inspired by aspects of it, namely a trial scene that is going to happen in Darkstar's Commandment.

though to be fair, I am considering just absorbing it into the rewrite. but for now they are still two separate, but related concepts

Do you plan to write/publish any aspects of the Bonefall Rewrite? Where would it be posted if so?

I WISH. Unfortunately I'm chronically unable to finish anything and only motivated by talking directly to people (I actually write first drafts of college essays in discord DMs). In a perfect world I would love to make full multi-chapter fics of the Super Edition rewrites such as Darkstar's Commandment and Firestar's Quietus, though.

Maybe one day, if I can speak to a psychiatrist! **laughs in undiagnosed neurodivergence**.

SO for now, everything is notes! Notes notes notes and rough drafts. The things I AM able to finish. If I ever wrote out anything, I would upload it to AO3. I promise I would make a post if that ever happens.

THE CURRENT NOTES I'M EDITING: Darkstar's Commandment, a follow-up story to Mapleshade's Vengeance, following Darkstar as she establishes the law about protecting kittens.

Blackstar, Russetfur, Rowanclaw

I powered through all of the "History Has Its Eyes On You" series in like 3 days between bus rides! I really like the take on them being a complicated couple (I keep thinking of that line, "their nests were as close as could be without being close at all") and my favorite story was the one where Russetfur went to bury Smokepaw.

Things are really different in my take, though! I see Blackstar as exclusively MLM and Russetfur is his WLW bestie. If Russet has children, they'll be honor dammed and raised by someone else.

I think you will quite like what I'm planning for Russetfur's death. It's a moment of deep pain for Blackstar that makes him relapse into some old, bad habits, leaving him wide open for Sol's influence.

Blackstar's sister Fernshade is going to have surviving children with Wolfstep (Ivytail is one of them, who eventually has Gullswoop), and I'm considering giving Flintfang a kitten or two as well. So there won't be a need for Blackstar to have kids anyway, besides, I like the idea that he's sort of Ivytail's embarrassing uncle, in a ShadowClan way where he's super intimidating to other clans.

And so Rowanclaw won't be part of that family... he is a son of Brokenstar. Same litter as Littlecloud, from Newtspeck. He will be bonding heavily with Tawnypelt over a shared experience of inheriting something VERY heavy.

Firestar's Quest with Brokenstar Details

The good deets are in this ask over here, but I really need to sit down and make a draft of it sometime soon. I'm held up on Darkstar's Commandment first, lmao

In a nutshell, Brokenstar was actually a nature spirit the whole time, the ghost of the 5th tree at Fourtrees. After the exile, the oak tree was blighted, fell over, and cracked on the highstone. It broke in the shape of Broken's tail; an omen of the curse that would befall them, revenge for the greatest sin of the clans.

This is (Brokenstar's Cataclysm)

After his death, he reconnects to these memories. In order for his restless spirit to finally be given peace, SkyClan must be resurrected. Runningnose enlists Firestar to help because he's such a little goody-goody two shoes and could never let an ancient wrong go unrighted. Hilarity ensues.

This is (Firestar's Quietus)

[kalpasio]

HIII!! THANK YOU for feeding the place kalpas has in my heart you’re honestly a keeper to everyone in the kalpas community!🧡 this came to me literally only 2 hours before halloween (for me) but late or not I cannot fight the urge to send this

hear me out here please just hear me out🙏 Kalpas halloween fic!! or just a halloween fic/hcs with all the flame chasers like their costumes some type of scenario and literally anything you could think of that reminds you of halloween and the flame chasers because who doesn’t like Halloween? Like said it’s a little bit too late but I had to share my idea with someone and if you can’t write about it that’s completely understandable as well!

Again thank you SO SO much for feeding the kalpas community because I used to never see ANYTHING about him. Looking forward to all the future fics you write!! AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE 🧡🖤

It's Monday and Halloween!!!! You know what that means! Lots and lots of words below the cut, and none of them the words I promised last week! I saw this ask last night and started crying because you are so nice immediately was in love with the idea! So without further ado, I present, HALLOWEEN! 🧡🖤🧡🖤

Just kidding, you have to scroll past more nonsense before you can get to the good stuff

That first part of the ask my brain went "WOW!" and then immediately to that Doofenshmirtz meme where he goes “by default!! My Favorite way to win!!!” I know I’m not the only writer or person making content in the community, and I’m honestly super super happy you guys like my works and I’m delighted to be part of the Kalpas community!

Halloween is like. My absolute favorite. Very sad I never decorate for it, but it holds a special place in my heart. So I was thrilled to get this request, especially because I’m back on my “the story got out of hand” bullshit and don’t have this week’s fic done If I ever get 2 out in a row it’ll be a miracle I am sorry.

So this started as like HCs and I was gonna do all the Flame Chasers during Halloween, but I, once again, losT CONTROL OF MY WRITING. I just wanted to do a few bullet points for Kalpas, and now I have THIRTY THREE. AND I AM NOT DONE.

So 👏 because I am horrible at posting on time I made the schedule and I still never follow it, and can’t stop myself from going overboard with the Kalpas writing, you’re getting basically a whole story, but it’s in like a list format because I will turn this into another 20k word fic if given the opportunity. Actually, it probably will turn into a full story eventually how many times have I said that? but for now! I present! Way Too Many Thoughts On Halloween Kalpas! (insert Kermit arms here)

Ok, Griseo is obviously not the only kid on base, but because of her and her parents, trick-or-treating on base is a whole thing.

Even Kevin will hand out candy

(Actually Dr. Mei hands it out, he just stands there menacingly, but at least he tries)

Kalpas scares most of the kids, so he’s one of those people to leave the basket outside the door.

He doesn’t just leave it tho

Man sits there watching the security feed for his door like it’s fucking TV

One kid grabs too much and he slams the door open and goes “HEY”

Kid books it

You’re across the hall handing out candy and can’t help but laugh

He looks straight at you

Kid you’re giving candy to runs away as well

Cue awkward laugh and door slam

End of the night he’s pounding on your door

Because this man doesn’t know how to knock normally or use a doorbell, you can’t convince me otherwise

You value your life, so you don’t answer the door because it’s Kalpas

He finds you later anyway

“Your pumpkin”

“My jack-o’lantern?

“Sure”

“What about it?”

“Do one for me.”

“It’s past Halloween?”

“Next year.”

“Okay????”

(sad part I am sorry)

After Griseo’s parents die, everyone wants to do something to cheer her up

Elysia and Eden suggest summerween, and like who’s gonna argue with them

Kalpas comes back to you about the jack-o’lantern

He wants you to do one with his mask on it

But he won’t give you his mask

Or let you take a picture or anything

So now he’s just sitting in your kitchen while you carve out this design

He actually makes decent company

Little awkward when you offer him a drink and he just stares at you

You guys talk and yes he is very murder-y, but he also is kinda funny and you both get along surprisingly well

The pumpkin turns out really well

Even though it’s Kalpas’ mask, and he’s scary, everyone (kids included) think it’s super cool

Since the kids really like you, he stays at your place and you both answer the door

You kinda cancel each other out, so the kids aren’t as scared of him, but they’re also bouncing off the walls to go to your door

You have the GOOD candy. You know, like king sized bars and plenty of variety. You’re invested

It’s nice to have company, and even if he doesn’t show it at the door, Kalpas is excited to see the kids excited

You leave a random Halloween movie on in the background to watch when you’re not answering the door

Eventually, the kids start coming less frequently

You two just end up watching a whole movie together

Ok, now imagine it’s Halloween again, and you guys are dating this time around.

ONE HUNDRED MILLION PERCENT you have the best door.

this man literally has a jack-o'-lantern mask when he goes into his second phase, you know he loves Halloween

We’re talkin

Spider webs

Multiple jack-o’-lanterns

Purple, green and orange lights around the frame

A skeleton by the door

Because your room and his are across the hall from each other, you make like spooky tree archway

MORE spider webs

Bubbling cauldron in front of Kalpas’ door

(to let people know not to go there)

Fog machine under his door

Warning signs written in fake blood

You name it, it’s there

Elysia is very jealous, she’s won the past 3 door decorating contests but you win by a mile

she says it's cheating because you had two doors, but she uses Eden's door too

Even before Halloween, you guys are just enjoying fall

You make pumpkin pie together

He makes it actually

You just sit nearby and try to steal little bits

It doesn’t work, but you can usually convince him to give you a kiss instead, since you’ve obviously been robbed

You drink apple cider and almost make yourself sick on candy corn

He stops you, but you have a secret stash

You make apple pie together

He makes the crust, but you cut all the apples so you’re helping! Even if you do sneak one or two slices

There is a whole list of movies you have to get through before Halloween night

They range from cheesy horror

like classics that have just been overplayed to the point of being bad

To actually scary movies

He’s wearing a mask so you don’t know if he’s scared, but you sure as hell are

he lets you move his arm around however you need to feel safe

Won’t turn the movie off tho

“You made the list”

“I didn’t think it was this bad!”

“I want to know how it ends”

and like, you're not gonna leave your safe spot next to him, so you're just stuck there

To movies meant more for kids

Halloweentown, Nightmare Before Christmas you can watch that twice a year, Over the Garden Wall, that sorta thing

Kalpas complains that they’re for kids, but he sits through the whole thing every time

Kalpas refuses to do matching costumes

He doesn’t wear any sort of costume, which you think is mega lame

He is pretty scary on his own though, so you let it slide

Overall, Halloween is the best time of the year

Because of all the ways you get to celebrate

But also, it’s the beginning of colder weather and you can sit next to Kalpas without boiling

It’s also the time of year he’s most likely to take his mask off for you

You’re so happy to decorate, and he’s legally obligated to kiss you when you smile like that

(unrelated HC, if he wants to kiss you but there’s people around, he’ll just stare at you until they leave because he’s being creepy, or you get the hint and go somewhere private. Won’t let people see his face, but is not at all shy at letting them know how much he cares for you)

 

that's it

that's all I got

I do want to do HCs for all the Flame chasers celebrating Halloween at some point, so maybe if I'm feelin spicy and I finish this gosh darn story I was supposed to do like 5 weeks ago I'll do another Halloween post. In the mean time, I hope this will tide you over to next week when I post a story that's so long no one wants to read it!

Happy Halloween!!

[frostedfaves]

Dark Paradise

Masterlist

Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

-

“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you. 

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

-

“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled. 

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.” 

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” 

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest. 

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

-

On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again. 

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

-

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

-

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

-

Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

-

It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy. 

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

-

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I have some bad scars on my leg I'm self conscious about from an accident a couple of years ago and I would love it if you could write a fic with reader x bucky where he helps her with an injury and discovers scars she is trying to hide and is reassuring about them. Thank you.

Scar Tissue

A/N: I wrote this on my phone, so I apologize if it’s a little choppy.

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: canon level violence, blood, injuries, scars

Bucky Masterlist || Main Masterpost

Being an avenger sometimes meant coming home with some pretty gruesome injuries. For those on the team who aren’t super powered or have a suit of metal, of course. It was just another stealth mission, like the hundreds you’d done before. Sneak in, get the file, sneak out. That was it. Well, that’s all it was supposed to be.

You and Bucky had gotten caught, and all hell broke loose. You two were a force to be reckoned with when you fought side by side, but you were outnumbered. The level of skill you both had didn’t matter. You knew you had at least a rib broken - if not more, your head was pounding and your ears ringing, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t been through before. So you kept fighting. Until something lodged itself in your thigh, pulling an angry cry from your chest.

Your leg was already littered in scars, so the blade that made its home in your muscle had torn through thick scar tissue, causing it to hurt that much more.

You noticed Bucky's head whip in your direction as his eyes went wide. You landed an elbow into the neck of the man who stabbed you, slamming the heel of your boot to his temple to make sure he wasn’t gonna get back up. The kick sent a bolt of pain through your nerves and you bit into your cheek to keep the scream from leaving your throat, the taste of copper flooding your mouth.

You remembered stumbling over your own leg, it was going numb, before you landed on the concrete hallway of the hydra base. You tried pushing yourself back to your feet, but your arms trembled and gave out under you. The room was full of chaos but your vision was tunneling and it all became a blur as you flipped yourself to your back.

There was a large flash of white from the windows above you as you reached down to touch your leg, your fingers coming back coated in red. Your breaths were coming in short as the shock started to take over, the adrenaline quickly draining from you.

You could hear the sound of a repulsor before another flash of white blinded you. Dizziness filled your head as it lulled to the side. The faint shout of your name barely reached your ears as the darkness took over.

~~~

You could feel the faint pressure of hands on your body, on your leg. There was something resting over your mouth, a tiny stream of cold air hitting your lips. Your fingers twitched around cold metal and a hand was resting on the crown of your head as your eyes fluttered open.

Voices were shouting around you, but none of what they were saying was landing on your ears. As your eyes cracked open, your vision was still blurry but you could make out a figure next to you. Grey blue eyes rimmed with red were flitting over your body before they froze down at something out of your view.

Your leg was numb but you could feel the relief that the cold air brought, telling you that someone had removed your pant leg. You tried to squeeze your fingers around the familiar metal that encased your hand, getting the attention of the man sitting next to you.

“Bucky…” your voice was silent, but his eyes snapped back to your face, widening when they noticed you were awake.

“Hey, doll,” his words were laced in worry and your vision started tunneling again, shadows creeping in around the edges. Bucky leaned in close so you could hear him above all the commotion.

“You’re gonna be okay, sweets, just go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he pulled away from your ear to place a tender kiss on your temple. He gave you a gentle smile and the darkness took over again.

~~~

The smell of rubbing alcohol filled your nose as a steady beeping filled your ears. The bed beneath you was firm and the sheets were rough on your skin, but there was a warmth around your legs that kept you comfortable.

You felt your nose twitch before you could stop it, and your eyes squinted open, letting the harsh white light through your lashes. As your vision adjusted to white room, you were able to notice the large windows that were open, and the dark clouds that littered the orange pink sky. You saw the tv mounted in the top corner across from you playing the news on mute. A shifting weight that caused your bed to dip drew your eyes to your left.

A mop of brown hair on top of folded arms rested on the edge of the mattress, next to your hip. The gentle rise and fall of his shoulders told he was asleep, something he didn’t do often, and a small smile crawled on your face, cracking your dry lips. You brushed your fingers along his elbow, just enough to feel the warmth of his skin.

His breath hitched and his head slowly raised, revealing tired eyes accompanied by dark circles. When his steel eyes met yours, they widened and a smile broke out over his parted lips.

“Hey, doll,” he whispered as he sat up straight and reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers together and rubbing circles over your knuckles with the pad of thumb, “thought we lost you there for a second.”

“I’m right here,” your voice was hoarse from unuse and your throat dry. He let your hand go, reaching for a cup of water. After helping you take a small sip and putting it back on the table next to your bed, he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees.

“How’s your leg feeling?” You looked down to the blanket and lightly ran your hand over the injured muscle.

“Sore, but I can’t really feel any pain, not yet at least,” you smiled at him again but his face didn’t mirror it back. His lips dropped into a small frown as he took a small breath.

“Why have you never said anything?”

“What are you talking about?” Your brows knitted together as you watched him fiddle with the metal tips of his left fingers.

“Your leg…the scars…” Your heart dropped at his words. You didn’t even realize it was the same leg that had been stabbed, everything had happened so fast, how would you?

“Bucky - I - it’s not something I like to show off…” You looked down to your hands that were fiddling with the sheets, much like his own. The accident that permanently marked your leg wasn’t something you spent a lot of time talking about. The memory lived in the back of your mind, and it was typically under lock and key.

“You don’t have to show it off, sweetheart. But no one even knew.” He scooted his chair up and reached for your hand, “You don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to, but I just want you to know that you shouldn’t be ashamed of them.” You snorted at that.

“You should take your own advice, Sarge,” you nodded to his left shoulder, the one he never let see the light of day unless he was alone. A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“How about, we work on our scars together. How’s that sound?” You squeezed his hand, the smile returning to your face.

“Okay, together.”

He smiled and brought your knuckles to his lips, “Together.”

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