#the team calls him pitters

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Tyler Pitlick Appreciation Post 🩵

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Dosed

summary: When you are laced with a deadly pathogen, the team finds themselves working endlessly to find a cure. Only it might not be enough.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 6.7k

warnings: canon level violence, illness symptoms (fever, cough, vomiting), angst on top of angst with a happy ending, bucky goes through many emotions

a/n: hi hello it has been a hot minute since I have been active im so sorry :( i had a lot of personal issues to deal with but now im hoping to be a little bit more active and post more stories :)

You could feel the heavy rumble of the jet as it landed on the muddy grounds. An overcast covered the sky and emitted a soft grey through the thick glass of the display of the jet, the light pitter of rain tapped against the window. 

Bucky’s gentle touch stole your gaze from the window to the super soldier, his fingers wrapped around the Kevlar vest and he began to tighten the straps around your shoulders, pulling them into place. 

“Do I really have to wear this? Steve said that the building is supposed to be empty,” you said, trailing a finger along the front of your vest, over the stitched ‘Barnes’ that sat over the thick fabric. 

“Yes, honey,” Bucky chuckled, tightening the straps over your back. “Just cause Steve says it’s empty doesn’t mean it is. I can’t risk anything happening to you, therefore you get to wear my vest.” He winked at you and tightened the last strap across your abdomen. “Gotta keep my girl safe, now don’t I?”

You smiled sheepishly and nodded, continued to watch him strap a few guns and knives to his body. Exhaling a tense sigh, you ran your sweaty palms down the side of your tactical uniform, Bucky noticed. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“I know,” you whispered, grabbing his hand. “I’m not exactly equipped for these types of missions, I’m just a little nervous.” 

Bucky’s eyes softened when he heard the small crack in your voice, his hands encased around yours and he tenderly pressed a kiss to the back of your palm. “I’m gonna be right by your side the entire time.”

You bobbed your head, taking in a deep breath as Bucky gently slid a gun into the holster on your thigh. “But just in case.”

The two of you had been assigned to track down a lone mercenary in the middle of western Canada. The stormy weather had made it difficult for the jet sensors to get a read on the building that sat in a nearly empty forest.

A mercenary hacker under the name Roman Donovan had been on Tony Stark’s radar for quite some time, after noticing the many sudden security pop ups, indicating that Donovan had smothered his way into Tony’s tech. Both Steve and Tony had been working relentlessly to find a position on him, until a sudden location popped up. 

You had your doubts, whether you were the best candidate for this mission, but Steve had reassured you with your technical and computer knowledge that you were the perfect fit.  A squeeze to your hand reminded you that Bucky would be with you every step of the way.

With a nod from you, Bucky placed the small comm device into your ear, tapping it a few times so he could hear the breaths that left your lips. He slipped one into his ear as well, tapping it a few times until he could catch the chatter of the two agents in the cockpit of the jet. 

“Prescott and Logan, stand by. We’ll radio you in case we need backup,” Bucky announced, pressing the button that opened up the ramp of the jet. He turned to you with a soft, comforting smile. “It’s just a simple extraction of files,” he reminded with a gentle hand to your back. “Ready?”

A final nod of your head, you looked at him. Ready.”

---

The building had been vacant this far, Bucky had led the both of you to the control room where you rapidly typed on the main computer. Bucky stood by the door, sending cautious glances over his shoulder every few seconds to survey the dark hallway. 

“I’m almost done,” you called out to him, fingers dancing across the keyboard, desperately pushing into the numbers and letters faster. “It had more firewalls than I expected.”

Bucky glanced over in your direction, a frown taking over his features. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily. Just means this guy wants to keep people like me out of his stuff,” you mumbled. Bucky chuckled under his breath.

A few more clicks to the keyboard, you powered off the system and the flash drive ejected  out of the main computer. Stepping back, you watched the monitors as the files slowly disappeared from folders and main screen savers, until all the screens went dark. 

“I think I got it,” you muttered, eyes wide as they focused on the screens. The flash drive began to flicker a blue color, indicating that the files had transferred successfully without a trace of Stark technology.

The loud slamming of a door alerted Bucky, as he raised his rifle up, pointing towards the sudden sound. You pocketed the flash drive and raised your head at the sudden sound, eyes filled with confusion as they flickered over to Bucky’s alarmed blue ones.

“Get behind me,” You quickly made your way over to him and his hand immediately darted out to grab your wrist. Though you could feel the tension riding off his body in waves, his hold on your arm was gentle. “Stay low.”

You nodded and grasped the back of Bucky’s tactical vest, fisting the thick fabric. With a cautious foot forwards, Bucky stepped out into the hallway, taking slow, steady steps into the dimly lit corridor. 

Your hands made their way from the fabric of his shirt to his vibranium hand, and you gripped as tightly as you could, in a way to ground you. He couldn’t feel the tight pressure, but he could feel the weight of your hand in his. 

The two of you stealthily made your way through sets of hallways and stairwells, inching closer and closer to the doorway, until the loud slamming of boots against the tile floors halted you in your stance. Fear corrupted every fiber of your body, you couldn’t take your eyes off the panicked look in Bucky’s blue ones. 

You felt Bucky push you away behind him, before a sudden force knocked him to the ground, grunts passed through his lips. 

“Y/n, run!”

Not looking back, you trusted Bucky enough to know that he would make it out unscathed, with only a few scrapes and bruises. You, however, were not a field trained agent, with little  combat knowledge. You bolted the other direction, on the way to warn the two agents standing by in the jet.

“I need backup! Logan, Prescott, to the northeast side of the building, now!”

It wasn’t until you felt the pull of your vest and the weight of someone did you register your head slam against the ground, rather harshly. A strangled cry left your lips when you felt a needle puncture your skin, just at the conjunction between your shoulder and neck. 

His hand pressed down on your neck harshly, cutting off your air supply, but you were frozen in fear - he head injected something into your skin. You did not find the strength to fight back.

Fear paralyzed every fiber of your body.

Grunts and strangled screams were heard, you didn’t know if it came from you, but suddenly the weight was lifted off you, though you registered nothing of it. A few greedy breaths of fresh air. The pulsing of your heartbeat rang out in your ear, chiming and pudding against your skull. You laid frozen.

“Y/n is down, I have Donovan apprehended. I need backup, please!” Bucky spoke into the comms a moment later as he threw the hacker on his stomach and pinned his wrists behind his back. He was tempted to sap his wrist, but he held back. 

“Roman Donovan, you are a hard son of a bitch to find,” Bucky growled in his ear, reaching into his vest to pull out a pair of wrist restraints, tightening them to Donovan’s wrist. The man yelled in pain and discomfort.

Bucky glanced over to you, eyes softening when he took in your fragile form on the concrete. You just laid there, almost lifeless, but once Bucky saw the rise and fall of your chest, only a little relief came to him. It quickly rushed away when blue eyes focused on the empty syringe near your foot. 

“There’s a lot more pain coming your way. What did you inject her with?” Bucky yelled viciously, grabbing Donovan roughly by the hair. But the man simply let out a dark chuckle, eyes narrowing on you. The way weak coughs passed through your lips, the way you burrowed deeper into yourself.

“I know your weak spots, James Barnes.” was all he said. 

The hurried footsteps of Prescott and Logan reached his ears and Bucky abruptly stood up  and watched the two agents haul the mercenary to his feet and slam him against the wall, patting him, finding a gun strapped to his back and a small grenade. 

“Secure him to the panel near the bay doors. Bastard can fly out for all I care.” 

Bucky wasted no time in making his way over to you. A gentle hand soothed comforting circles up and down your arm, gently coaxing you and Bucky gently lifted you up in his arms and leant you against the wall, concerned as your head lolled back. 

“Baby, are you okay?” His panicked gaze flickered from the bleeding gash on your temple, to the light bruising around your neck, the small dot of blood at the conjunction between your neck and shoulder. He sighed, bringing a hand to rest on your cheek. “Y/n, answer me baby, what hurts?”

Your eyes were clenched shut and you brought a shaky hand to rest over Bucky’s, and you lifted your gaze to meet his worried blue ones. “I’m okay… I think.”

“You think?” Bucky asked, running a hand over your hair. 

“I-I don’t know, I feel fuzzy,” you mumbled, leaning your head back against the wall. 

Taking slow, deep breaths, you felt Bucky rub slow, soothing circles up and down your thigh. There was a buzzing sensation circling throughout your temples, down to your cheeks, along our jaw until it spread through the rest of your body. 

“Deep breaths in and out, baby,” Bucky whispered soothingly, leaning down to kiss your knee.

But then, in a moment or two, you felt it suddenly disperse. As if the wave of numbness rid itself out of your body. You allowed Bucky to help you to your feet, brushing his hands over the front of the vest before making sure you had no further injuries. 

“We’ll check you over at the compound,” Bucky said as he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you down the hall, following the two agents in suit. “Let’s get out of here.”

---

Bucky watched helplessly as he and Steve watched as Dr. Cho and her team scanned over your body. He couldn’t imagine how confused and scared you were, hands gripping the sheets. Your first field mission had been a complete disaster. Bruce walked in, the used syringe in an examination tube. 

“What do you think he injected her with?” Bucky asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

“It’s weird,” Bruce began, handing the folder over to Bucky. 

“I pushed it through a scanner, to see if I could find any sort of answer to what this is. All tests come back negative for a virus or disease. Has she had any of her symptoms progress on the way home?”

Bucky shook his head, “No, she’s just been… frozen, paralyzed almost. He has injected her with something; I saw the blood on her neck and it seemed like he had tried to… kill her or something.”

“You think he would?”

“Why else would he press his fucking hand over her throat?”

“That, I am not sure. So unless she starts to show signs of some sort of sickness, I unfortunately have no answers. I’ll check in with Tony, see if he has any answers. I’ll keep you guys updated.”

“Thanks, Bruce.” Bucky sighed, watching as the doctor left. He opened the file, reading over the diagnosis levels. “I still don’t get it.”

Steve hummed, taking the file out of his hand. 

“The only thing he said to me was ‘I know your weak spots’ and then called me out by name. But I have never come into contact with this guy, not even as the Winter Soldier. The dude is early twenties and lived with his grandma in east Maryland up until two years ago, living in some studio in Princeton up in Jersey. How the hell did he end up in Canada?”

“That doesn’t track at all. Unless he has dug up on all of us. He probably just wanted to get you by surprise.” Steve said. “Real name is Benjamin Croot. 24 years old.”

“Sergeant Barnes,” Dr. Cho’s voice broke through on the intercom. “She is asking for you.”

Bucky moved faster than he could process. He rushed through the doors and you turned your head at the sound of his boots. 

“Is she okay? She’s not hurt or anything?” Worried questions spewed out, his hands came to grip yours as tight without hurting you. He brushed his hand over your warm, sweaty forehead. “She’s warm.”

Dr. Cho nodded. “My team ran all the tests imaginable for this certain… situation. And everything came back negative, which worries me. If what Y/n described is true, then he must have injected her with something that is lethal or close to being lethal.

“She said to have felt numb, fuzzy almost. Those are usually the signs of a virus or even… a pathogen starts to form. But what I don’t get is that I could not find a single trace of.. well anything really.”

“Dr. Banner doesn’t have an answer either, though he’s checking in with Stark as we speak.” Bucky said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “What should we do? Keep her here?”

The woman sighed, pieces of her hair falling from the neat bun. “Honestly, I’m not sure. Part of me wants to keep her in the medical wing, just in case, but her stats are all normal, though her temperature is abnormally high.”

“How high?”

She flipped open the chart. You hadn’t really been present in the time either of them were talking. You were just so tired. Physically and mentally. 

“The last time I took it, her temperature was sitting at about 100.5, which isn’t that bad, but it’s not great either. So, I would advise to just rest for the night, and when she wakes up we will run a couple more tests, see if anything has changed.”

Bucky nodded, squeezing your hand as the doctor excused herself. 

“Whatcha thinkin’, sweetheart?” Bucky sat on the edge of the cot, brushing hair away from your eyes. 

“Tired.” He could tell your energy was scarce.

“Let’s go to bed then, hm.”

His movements started before you even had the chance to reply. As gently as he could, he slid his arms around your waist and shoulders and helped you up to your feet. The two of you made your way from the medical bay to the residential wing, to yours and Bucky’s shared room.

“Don’t you have the interrogation to do?” you mumbled, watching his features contort when he pressed his thumb against the scanner and led you into the room. In your fuzzy mind, you barely registered Bucky’s touch as he gently peeled your uniform off and slid your pajamas on.

“I’ll do it tomorrow. Besides it’s late, sweetheart and I think I speak for the both of us when I say it’s been a long day,” He gently eased you onto the bed, gently covering your form with a blanket. 

A shiver racked through you and Bucky watched with a concerned look as you tightened the blanket around your shoulders. He flicked off the lights and crawled into bed next to and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” You faintly nodded and relaxed into his hold, feeling his hands run smoothly up and down your arms. The faint glow of the television set and the low volume did nothing to tear you from your due slumber, though you faintly felt the coolness of Bucky’s appendage running over your hair before you slipped into a dreamless sleep.

---

Sweat coated every part of your body as you woke up with a sharp gasp of air. 

Pounding temples, you peeled your eyes open and sat up; the faint glow of the TV caught your eye. The movie Bucky played had finished and had been playing in an endless loop. 

The clock on your nightstand read 2:07am, you reached for the cup of water and took slow sips, barely and faintly registering the sounds of Bucky’s light snores. 

You felt the nausea before anything else. It ran from your stomach up to your chest and you clamped a hand over your mouth, threw off the covers and made a beeline for the bathroom. 

That was until a wave of dizziness hit you and your knees buckled. Vision tunneling, you would have fallen to the floor if it weren’t for the strong pair of arms that wrapped around your waist before you could touch the carpet. I’ve got you, a tired voice murmured, but your hazy mind didn’t hear the quiet mutter.

The warmth of Bucky’s chest touched your heated back as he sped to the bathroom, flicked on the light and watched helplessly as you crashed to your knees and emptied what was in your stomach into the toilet. 

Bucky kneeled behind you and grasped your hair in one hand and rubbed soothing circles along your back. He felt you slacken in his arms, head resting back against his shoulder and when he pressed his palm flat against your forehead, he almost hissed at the radiating heat.

“You’re burnin’ up, sweetheart,” His wide blue eyes darted to your half-lidded ones, cerulean darting over your sweaty, clammy skin. 

“I don’t feel good.” you croaked. 

It hit him in one, big wave as he took over your tattered form. The confusion, the fatigue, to your spiked fever, Something wasn’t right, considering the fact that you rarely felt under the weather.

Those are usually the signs of a virus or even… a pathogen starts to form. Cho’s voice rang in his voice

Weakly, you flushed the toilet and leaned back into Bucky. Shivers racked through your body and Bucky peeled your shirt off your shoulder to see a dark blooming bruise where Donovan had injected the needle. 

“FRIDAY, wake Steve and Dr. Cho. Tell them to meet me in the medical wing,” Bucky called for the AI and slipped his hand under your back and knees and lifted you up against his chest. 

You jolted slightly, dizziness clouding your mind as Bucky stood up. You were limp in his arms, like jell-o.

The cool air of the hallway felt like a slap in the face, you pressed your cheek into the warmth of Bucky. A low whine passed through your lips and Bucky ran his thumb just below the back of your knee. 

“Buck,” Steve called, eyes widening as they fell on your shivering form. “What happened?”

But Bucky didn’t stop his movements, he spared a glance to Steve and kept heading towards the direction of the medical bay. Steve followed Bucky’s fast pace, quickly matching his speed.

“Her temperature is too high,” Bucky said, glancing over at his friend. “When we checked into the medbay, Cho noticed that her temperature was a little higher than normal, but when she got up a couple minutes ago, she was burning hot.”

A slick sheet of sweat coated your forehead, Steve noticed, and how small tremors racked through your body every so often. His eyes fell to the darkening bruise on your shoulder, Bucky caught his eye. 

“I think she was laced with something.”

Your fingers grazed the fabric of his shirt and Bucky looked down, continuing his trek to the medical wing with Steve hot on his tail. You could feel the rapid thumping of Bucky’s heartbeat as you weakly bunched his shirt in your fist.

“Laced? Laced with what?” Steve questioned as he rounded the corner, eyes locking onto Cho’s at the end of the hall.

Bucky looked down at you, clammy skin, eyes barely open, though you kept a strong grip on his shirt. “I don’t know.”

Everything was hazy the moment Bucky set you down on the hospital bed. Though sweat coated nearly every inch of your body, shivers racked through your body relentlessly. It was sweltering and freezing simultaneously. 

Nurses rushed around you, obstructing Bucky’s view from you, one of them placed a cannula just under your nose, an IV into your arm. The thought of more needles sinking into your skin made you sick. 

The last time someone used a needle on you, he was malicious as he jammed the needle into neck harshly. The memory brought nothing but fear to you. 

You were hot. Uncomfortable. The pain in your head was nearly unbearable.

“Bucky,” you called out, only it came out more of a whimper. “W-where’s Bucky?”

Metal clamped gently on your hand, the other hand coming to smoothly brush your sweaty hair back. “I’m here baby, I’m right here.” 

“It… it hurts,” Bucky watched as another nurse attempted to put another needle through your skin, he noticed the subtle shaking of your head, the whimpers.

“Is that really necessary?” he asked with a sharp glare, it melted away when he looked over at you. “What is it, baby? What hurts?”

“My head.”

Worried eyes wandered over to Cho’s as she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Sergeant Barnes, I understand you want to offer her comfort, but I can assure she is in good hands with my team.” 

Bucky nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. His finger trailed over your forehead gently, and when he saw Steve and Sam in his peripherals, he sighed to himself. “I’ll check up on you later, sweet girl. I have something to take care of.”

You nodded drowsily, the dizziness taking control. 

Bucky reluctantly moved away from your bedside to his two closest friends, solemn looks on their faces. Sam kept his eyes on you, watching as the nurses took your temperature.

“How is she?” he asked. Bucky kept his eye on you the entire time, watching your tired eyes start to close. 

“It’s not looking good,” Bucky sighed. “Her temperature is extremely high, nausea, light-headed and dizziness. Whatever this bastard did to her, he has to deal with me now.”

“He’s downstairs, whenever you’re ready.” Steve said, his eyes laying on your frail body. “It is 2 in the morning and one of my teammates is lying on a hospital bed with a fever of over 100 degrees and a migraine that’s probably killing her. Let’s get this over with.”

---

Roman Donovan sat in a cold, bright room, hands cuffed to the tables with two SHIELD agents armed standing at the entrance. A smug smirk sat on his face as he fidgeted with his fingers. His head perked up at the sound of the door opening. 

“Well, if it isn’t the mighty Winter Soldier, what a traitor you are to your own country, huh? I mean, working for the people who you literally fought against-” Sam walked behind him and gripped his shoulders tightly, fingers digging into his muscles. 

“I am only gonna say this once, so you better fucking listen to me. What did you do to her?”  

Donovan chuckled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, old man.”

Bucky shook his head, vibranium fist clenched. 

“You know, Roman, this guy isn’t too fond of repeating himself. Especially to arrogant assholes like you.”

“What did you do to her, Donovan?” Bucky was strangely calm.. “You know the woman you attacked earlier, the one whose throat you almost crushed after you injected her with drugs? She’s got three degrees in chemistry, computer engineering and computer science, so I get why you, a man of your personality, would go after someone who is not strong enough to put up a fight against you.” 

Steve looked on through the window, phone pinging. He pulled it out, the text from Natasha sent dread through himself. 

Temperature over 105, tests coming back positive for some type of influenza. Cho is really worried. Not looking too good for her.

“Shit.”

He went on and walked into the room, leaning over to where Sam stood. 

“So aggressive, James. And for what reason?”

Sam chuckled, crossing his arms. “If you think this is aggressive, you’re in for a ride.”

“I’m gonna ask one more time, and if I don’t get an answer, that means you’re straight up out of luck.” Bucky leaned forward, black and gold vibranium reached for the chain of his restraints and pulled him down, causing Donovan to hit his head. “What did you inject her with?”

The man tilted his head, blood dripping down his cheek. “What makes you think I injected her with anything?” he cockily sneered. “I thought all the Avengers were required to be knowledgeable in the field, cause let me tell you, Sergeant, that little girlfriend of yours is such an easy target.” 

Steve nudged Sam, leaning his phone towards his eyeline, showing the text message. Sam felt a pang of worry settle deep in his stomach, sharing a worried glance with him. 

There wasn’t much time left for you. 

Steve stepped forward, pulling Bucky aside to show him the text message. 

Blue eyes raked over the words he had been dreading the most. "Not looking too good for her.”

“Well Donovan, I want my answer.”

The man smirked. “Yeah? Or what?”

Bucky’s left hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of Donovan’s hair and slammed his head against the metal desk one time only, though it was enough to break the man’s nose. Screams of pain resounded in the small but soundproof room. 

“No one’s gonna hear you, Donovan! Those guys with the big ass guns? They’re not gonna help you either. Not when one of their own is about to die in this building. And so help me, Benjamin,” Bucky sneered into his ear, the man’s eyes wide with fear, “if she dies under your hand, there is nothing on the green earth that is going to stop me from tearing you apart. I’m gonna ask one more time, what did you inject her with?”

“A deadly pathogen! It’s a pathogen that kills its hosts within 24 hours of it being administered.”

Bucky’s eyes glanced at the clock. 2:58 AM. It was a late night mission, the jet had landed in Canada at 7:45 PM. Meaning you had to have been injected with it at 8:00 or so. Meaning six hours had already passed, he had eighteen hours left. You had eighteen hours left.

“Did you know adults that experience fevers that go over 105 degrees can run into complications causing serious implications of brain damage,” Sam blurted out. “means you’re in the dog house if we lose her. And ain’t a single one of us is gonna stop that mean.”

“Is there an antidote for it?” 

Donovan nodded. Bucky slammed a pen and a notepad down on the table, causing the man to jump in fear. “I suggest you better start writing it down. Now you get to deal with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. Better start writing.”

Eighteen hours would go by quickly. 

---

“Sergeant, it’s not looking good for her,” Dr. Cho said, voice breaking slightly. “This virus that she’s fighting, it’s too strong.”

Bucky looked through the window, heart shattering as his blue eyes fell on the breathing mask they covered your mouth with, the tubes that kept you hydrated. You looked so… lifeless. Natasha sat by your side, her hand gripping your wrist, though you were so out of it, eyes barely open.

“He injected her with some sort of influenza. He knows the antidote, but he has less than eighteen hours.”

She noticed the worried look in his eyes. 

“She was constantly asking for you. Even in a state of being delirious, she was still calling for you. Natasha was able to calm her down.”

The soldier gulped. “Is… is she going to die?” 

For a moment, Dr. Cho couldn’t answer. She didn’t know the probability of the antidote being made on time. 

“James, I cannot answer that. But what I can say is that I will do everything in my power to keep her alive. She’s a fighter.” With that, she excused herself. Bucky stood still for a moment before pushing the door open.

The sounds of your heart monitor and the sounds of oxygen traveling through the tubes filled the room. Natasha’s emerald eyes met Bucky’s, a small smile presented on her face. 

“Any updates yet?” she asked, but it fell on deaf ears as Bucky kneeled at your bedside, grasping your limp hand tightly in his. 

The amount of pain that swirled in his mind was almost too unbearable. Your eyes met his, though you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Tears welled in your eyes as they rushed down your cheeks. 

“It’s okay, my love. I am right here.” His voice was above a whisper and pressed a kiss to your palm. “Tony and Bruce are gonna find a cure for you, honey. I promise. It’ll all be okay.” He felt you weakly try to grasp his hand back, but the action alone made you more tired. 

“I love you so much, baby. Words can’t comprehend my love for you. I want you to know that,” Tears welled in his own eyes, his hands reached up to cradle your cheek. You leaned into him. “I love you.”

Your skin was so warm under his touch. His eyes read over the stats on the open chart, seeing your temperature rise every hour. 

“She was injected with some sort of influenza. Tony and Bruce are working right now.” 

“Did you find anything else?”

Bucky kissed your hand, gently guiding your head back on the pillows. “Son of a bitch has the antidote. Had to break his nose just to get him to spill it out.” 

Natasha placed her hand on his shoulder. “I will stay with her and I’ll alert you guys if anything changes. Just try to hurry.”

Bucky nodded and leaned down, hugging your frail, weakened body and pressed a kiss against your chapped lips. “I love you, Y/n. I’m gonna fix this.”

He did not spare Natasha a glance as he stormed out of the medical wing, boots stomping with every step he took. Long strides took him to the end of the hall, where the elevator was.

“FRIDAY, where is Stark and Banner?”

“Both are in Mr. Stark’s lab. Shall I notify them that you are coming?”

“Tell them I have a stop to make first.” Bucky slammed the button to the interrogation level. “ I’m coming with the antidote.”

---

Donovan jumped in his seat when the doors opened, revealing the shadow of Bucky’s figure. A knife sat in his hand. The prisoner visibly shivered. 

“You know what I’m here for, Donovan.” 

“Come on, man! It hasn’t even been-”

The knife that was once held in Bucky’s hand was now lodged into metal table, an inch away from Donovan’s finger. 

“You’re fucking crazy!” 

“What happened to the tough guy act, huh? You wanted to act all big and bad up in Canada. Why the sudden change of heart?” Bucky taunted him, walking closer to the pad of paper that had been scribbled on, step by step, three pages, front and back. “Remember, you’re targeting my weak spot.”

He seemed ashamed, guilty almost. But it wasn’t because your life was in jeopardy. It was because he was caught, with no one left to save him. 

“You know, you’re already facing five counts of criminal charges of unauthorized access into government systems, you wanna add a murder charge to that? Assault with intent to cause bodily harm? That sounds like fifty years to me, that is with just the unauthorized access charges.” Bucky sat down across from him. “And if this,” he held up the paper, “isn’t true or it doesn’t cure her, you’re facing a very serious murder charge of a federal agent.”

“You’re nothing but a coward, Benjamin Croot. Tough guy act falls the minute you’re faced against someone who overpowers you. You’re gonna rot in that prison for the rest of your life.”  

---

It was morning.

The sun had risen fully. 

10:47 AM

Tony and Bruce had been hard at work, trying to figure out the antidote. It was nearing the afternoon, and they had been at it since nearly four in the morning. But neither were giving up. Not when your life was on a timer.

Bucky had dropped off the paper before going back up to the medical bay, spending his time with you. He hadn’t slept since he first woke up, his groggy eyes immediately landing on you staggering to the bathroom.

He laid in the small bed with you, balancing himself on the edge, giving you all the space. He had laid a damp rag over your forehead, in hope to cool you down a little. Tremors racked through your body suddenly, Bucky jolted. 

You laid still for a moment, eyes clenched shut, brows furrowed. An unpleasant gurgling sound came from you, body jerking slightly. Bucky’s eyes widened and he pressed the call button repeatedly before running to your side. You weren’t awake, you were warmer than before, heartbeat rapid as the monitor started to go crazy, alarms blasting. Dr. Cho and a couple nurses suddenly bursted into the room, eyes wide

“What’s wrong? What’s happening to her?” Bucky cried out, helplessly watching as they pushed you on the side. 

“She’s choking. Her lungs are filling up with fluids, and if we don't drain it, she will lose her.” Bucky’s eyes filled with horror. “Sergeant Barnes, I know you’re concerned for her health and safety, but I need my full attention if I’m gonna save her. Please.”

Bucky wordlessly nodded, his eyes fixated on your body, your face. 

Eyes closed.

Pale skin.

Lifeless, almost. 

The monitor flatlined. Bucky was pushed out of the room. Sheets pulled around your bed as voices screamed and yelled, though it was all distorted. 

“Bucky?” He turned to Sam, tears spilled over his cheeks. 

“She’s…” A cry got caught in his throat. “she’s flatlining.”

Chocolate eyes widened. 

“I need to find Tony and Bruce.”

Sam loved you like a sister. The two of you had always been close, ever since you joined the team. And when Sam laid eyes on you, defibrillator pads pressed on the exposed skin of your chest, head laid back, a knife twisted into his heart. 

Neither men didn’t move a muscle until the flatline changed to a faint beeping. 

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“Please tell me you’re somewhat close to putting an antidote together.” Bucky and Sam pushed through the doors. Tony looked up, “How is she?”

“She’s running out of time, she flatlined for a minute,” Bucky rambled out. “Please, Tony. What do you have so far?”

“It’s almost done, I think. We followed every single one of the steps, used past remedies that have helped even Thor himself from a virus. But if this guys even altered one of these steps-”

“He’ll have to face me then.” Bucky finished. “Is it ready?” Tony nodded, though he had a look of hesitancy. “What is it?”

Tony looked over at Bruce, having just placed the antidote in the freezer. “It needs to maintain a temperature of -50 degrees. Meaning…”

“You need to bring her down here, or else it won’t work. I have all the medical supplies she’ll need down here. I just need you to transport her.” 

“I’ll do it.” Bucky said, not that anyone else would have even offered. “Have every single thing ready by the time I step foot in here.”

“I’ll inform Cho.”

Both scientists nodded, scrambling to ready the emergency medical cot. Sam followed Bucky as they raced through the stairwell, racing up the stairs, though adrenaline gave Bucky all the energy in the world it seemed. 

Once he reached the room, Sam sprinted to ready the elevators, to get you to the lab as quickly as possible. Dr. Cho had removed all the tubes and wires off of you, only an oxygen mask with a tank attached. 

“Come on, baby,” Bucky strapped the oxygen tank to his back and slid his arms underneath your knees and shoulders, and ever so gently he lifted you up, grey hospital gown drenched in sweat. Your head lolled back, arms and legs completely limp. “I got you, baby, I’ve got you.”

With you laid against his chest, he moved swiftly, his pace faster than normal and it wasn’t long until he was in the elevator with you, nearly unconscious in his arms. Bucky looked down at you and rested his forehead against your sweaty hair, though it did not bother him in the slightest. 

Your brows furrowed for a moment, followed by a whimper. “We’re getting there, love. We’re almost there.”

The doors opened and Bucky made a beeline for the lab doors, immediately going to the corner of the room where they had the cot set up. As gently as he could, he cradled the back of your head as he placed you down on the mat, softly placing the tank on the ground. 

“Okay, now Tony.” Bruce unbuttoned the gown at the shoulder, revealing where you were attacked. Bucky held the side of your face, caressing your cheek. 

He had placed a part of his armor on the hand piece as he took it out of the freezer, glancing  at the space from the freezer to you, and in two big strides he held the needle just above the darkening bruise and quickly administered it into your skin. He pressed the button and a fluid was shot into your shoulder.

Your body shuddered for a moment, there was no sudden movement from you.

It was the longest minute of Bucky’s life, his eyes filling up with tears. The sudden rise and fall of your chest kept getting  stronger with every breath you sucked in. The bruise surrounding your shoulder slowly vanished, your natural skin color coming back. 

When your eyes peeled open, Bucky nearly sobbed in relief, crashing on his knees as he gripped your arms. 

“Y/n, baby, can you hear me?” he pleaded desperately. 

“B-Bucky,” your voice was raspy and raw.

“Oh my god, you’re okay. You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay,” he muttered over and over like a mantra, cradling the back of your head as he peppered your forehead and cheeks with kisses. You were still a little warm, not as life threatening as it was beforehand.

“W-where am I?” you tiredly asked, eyes roaming around the lab. “What happened?”

 Bucky gently took the oxygen mask off, replacing it with a nasal tube. “You were poisoned, honey.” Flashes of you flatlining not even two hours ago flooded his mind, but he shook them away. You were well and alive, breathing with a steady pulse. “You were really sick for a while, 

but Tony and Bruce here made a cure for you.”

You nodded, still a bit drowsy from the near death experience. “What about… him?” 

Though your voice was barely above a whisper, Bucky heard you clearly. “He’s already taken care of. If I had it my way, the bastard would spend the rest of his life on Raft for all I care.”

Tony chuckled, coming over to pat your hair and a quick kiss to your head. “Leave that to me, kiddo. This kid doesn’t know what’s coming to him. Get some rest, hon.”

Bruce, Tony and Sam all bidded you a goodbye, leaving the two of you alone. 

Bucky cradled your face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “I love you, sweet girl.”

“I love you, too, Bucky.” You sounded downright exhausted. But you could finally rest. “This is why I stay behind the computers.”

Bucky chuckled and laid against the pillows, pulling you to lay on his chest. “Valid.” Your laugh was a tired one, Bucky could tell. “C’mon baby, let’s nap together.” 

You had no obligations on that, closing your eyes as you held onto Bucky’s arm, lulling to sleep. 

Finally, Bucky could rest knowing that you were at ease and finally able to rest without being in pain. His eyes drifted shut and you both finally succumbed to a well deserved rest.

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[leonw4nter]

Look Into My Eyes and You Won’t Ever Have To Ask

DI!Leon and F!Reader

“Y/N, we’re going to jump into the water. We’ll have to brace for impact, you especially.” Leon informs you urgently as he clutches the top of his dislocated shoulder but he eyes your broken rib, obviously putting more emphasis on your injury even though both your conditions are critical.

“Will we make it with your arm?” You ask before wincing. “Don’t force it back into the joint, you’ll make things worse for yourself.”

Leon scoffs, a soft gust of wind leaving his chapped and busted lips that are somehow still curled skyward. “Drop’s not that high but we still gotta be careful and don’t worry, I won’t pop this thing back in place. I’m not that stupid.”

You two look down from the platform and into the dark and rocky water below; the drop is high and along with other metal debris falling into the water, jumping would be dangerous. The response team’s arrival can’t be estimated due to several factors so you’re not sure how long you and Leon have to stay out in the water; treading will be difficult for him due to his arm and it’s not going to be easy helping Leon stay afloat due to a cracked rib and what you’re guessing, a fractured hip as well. This mission has not been kind to you and him, the B.O.Ws involved seemingly much stronger than those you two have dealt with in the past. The mission was supposed to be a lot simpler, a “slip in and slip out” kind of mission but due to unforeseen circumstances, you two are now on a high platform with broken bones while dressed in formal clothing. There was an auction afterparty on a private island that you two had to infiltrate while posing as a married couple, complete with rings and an expertly-falsified marriage certificate. The goal was to grab the lone sample of an engineered Plaga strain to bring back to a research lab and have scientists re-engineer the DNA to try and weaken it. Sounded simple enough until someone’s advisor recognized Leon and had you two’s cover blown and now landed you two in this shitty situation. Mentally and physically preparing yourselves as much as you can, you two slip your shoes off and chuck them to the water to prevent adding weight to your bodies because staying afloat will prove to be a challenge.

Just as you were about to say you were ready, a Tyrant busts the door and spots the two of you. Not sparing a moment for you two to even think of getting ready, the B.O.W runs towards the both of you. Leon gives you a look and swiftly takes your hand, the both of you leaping into the ocean with eyes shut and breaths held. The impact of sinking into the water knocks the wind out of your lungs, cracked ribs uncomfortably disturbed. Your eyes open, greeted by the dark black blur of the ocean and salt of the sea slowly irritating them. You turn to look for Leon, fighting the pain of your injury and trying to spot him amidst the black sea. You spot a suit trying to swim upwards to get air and that is enough confirmation for you so you try to swim upwards to get some air and try to look for a chopper. Unfortunately, something tugs against your leg and it appears that debris has hooked around your ankle and is dragging you downwards. You bend down and try to wriggle your foot free, feeling around in the dark since you couldn’t see. Fortunately for you, you managed to get it out and you furiously try to get back to the surface to tell Leon you’re fine.

You gasp sharply and tread water despite the roaring ache in your arms and legs, your head turning here and there to look for your partner.

“Y/N!”

You heard a strained call for your name, trying to locate him amidst the splashing surface due to the pitter patter of heavy rains on the surface of the water obstructing your view.

“Leon!” You call out and try to swim to him but he yells your name in a perturbed tone.

“Big wave!”

You look to your right and see a large wave headed for the both of you. You didn’t have time to fully sink back down and so the wave tossed you, causing you to accidentally swallow some water and choke on it while fighting for your life. Could it get any worse? It could, since the Tyrant above you decided to rip the metal door off of its hinges and throw it down into the water above you. Tossed and disoriented in the water while choking, you didn’t realize that you were heading in the direction of a metal part of the door jutting out. You hit your head hard and fell unconscious, all the thrashing and efforts slowly coming to a halt.

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Leon woke up in a hospital, his right arm placed in a sling and his other arm attached to IV drips. There were several electrodes stuck to his chest, connected to a beeping machine. Dazed and confused, especially with the bright lights of the hospital room, he nimbly sat up despite the dizziness that overcame him and got up, not minding if he was connected to several machines. The sudden commotion alerts the nurses on duty, rushing to him just as he reaches to remove the devices attached to him.

“Sir, please calm down–”

“Where is she–”

“Sir, you can’t–”

“Where’s my wife?!”

He had never yelled like that, not even during training when cadets couldn’t get their form right. Not even when he was frustrated with how life turned out for him.

“Where’s my wife? I need to see her,” he repeats less loudly but still retaining the same stern tone he used earlier. He isn’t moving as much but he keeps his eyes peeled on the door of his hospital room.

“She’s on the same floor, 3 rooms across yours, sir. She’s still unconscious the last time I checked so please be careful and try not to make any sudden noise,” a nurse tells him. He calms down, his body no longer as tense as it was earlier. His shoulders sink, occasionally moving his free arm so the nurses can reattach the electrodes that have gone loose when he moved violently earlier.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “And thank you. For telling me.”

“It’s fine, sir. You did that out of love and concern for your wife. You must love her very much if you lost your cool and acted irrationally just to make sure she’s safe.”

“Ah. Yes, of course.”

The nurses helping him simply smiled and continued making sure all instruments on him were secure before helping him back to his hospital bed and making sure he was laying comfortably and didn’t place any pressure on any other injuries he sustained. Before the last nurse turned around to leave him be for the time being to go call a doctor and have the doctor check his vitals, she informed him that guests aren’t allowed at your room for the time being that you’re unconscious. He nods, understanding since you did take a particularly dangerous hit to the head and nearly drowned. He sits in silence, head hung low as he looks at himself and sees his injured arm on a black sling and his suit discarded in favor of a hospital gown. Purples and yellows, along with some small red spots, decorate his skin along with new scars among old ones. Now that he’s more aware of how he’s feeling, he realizes just how much his back hurts and how sore his joints feel. He’s no stranger to an achy and sore body, especially after missions, but as his age progressed the pain seems to have increased along with it. He can’t carry heavy things like he used to and he now takes longer breaks to regain his bearings after training. His gaze falls on his hand and notices the fact that his ring is missing first, not the redness and the bruising in his knuckles on top of recovering wounds from the previous mission. His eyes widened, looking around for his ring until his gaze fell on the ring inside of a tiny ziplock on his bedside table. He sighs, a small lock of brown hair falling down and covering his eye. His mind drifts back to the mission and his small outburst earlier, flitting between the two events. He feels guilty to have taken longer to bring you back up to the surface despite the arm proving to be difficult to swim with. If only he’d already swam up to you and moved you two somewhere less prone to having debris dropped on, you wouldn’t be suffering a concussion. If only he didn’t resist having you style his hair differently, that damn man wouldn’t have recognized him and caused an uproar. For once in a long time, none of his thoughts went into whether or not the mission was a success; he was entirely concerned with your well-being as a nasty guilt eroded his heart slowly and painfully. He loved you, he loved you dangerously for he would do anything brash if it meant securing your safety at the expense of his. He cherished you more than the stars that the night sky offered for your presence outshone even the most stellar cluster of stars. He cherished you more than the serenity that solitude offered for in your presence he could find a peace that solitude could never offer him. He knew the lone and solitary path, having gone down that road almost all his life but when he knew you, he could never go back to living without you by his side again. Hell, he loves you more than he does with whatever freedom he has left after being forced to work for the government for when he’s with you, he finds the true meaning of liberty. For the first time in the longest time, he prays. He stopped praying in the winter of the same year he turned 21, the prospect of believing in a God and holding on to a prayer as good as stupid and a waste of breath. Despite his doubt with the heavens, he is firm in his belief that you will recover soon. In a universe where he sees no god, he prays for you for in you he has found something sacred.

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He waits for several days and nights, occasionally getting up from his room to drag himself and the IV drip to the locked door of your hospital room. He tells nurses passing by that he’s your “husband” and that he just wants to see you, even for a little bit. The more he explains to nurses that he’s your “husband”, he feels like a liar. On a fake piece of paper, he is, but do you really want him to be your husband? He is far from ideal– he used to be a heavy drinker, he’s got emotional baggage, and a life with him would put her and possibly, your future family, in constant danger. He knows you’re very capable, more than capable in fact, to defend yourself but you can only do so much to defend yourself, you lying unconscious in a bed attached to tubes being proof of that. As he turns to walk back into his room, a million thoughts run through his head; he decides to tell you about how he feels and treat you the best he can, whether or not you feel the same way towards him. He’ll even request the D.S.O. to put both of you on a break since you both deserve time to focus on your recovery and pursuit of interests outside of work. He also considers writing a book to record his thoughts but considering the injury on his dominant arm, he realizes that writing will be a lot more difficult. On the steps back to his room, he also mentally lists down what he wants to gift you but he stops himself– realizing that he’s getting too ahead of himself.

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“Oh, he did react violently. Very violently.” your nurse tells you as the doctor with her takes your vitals.

You asked her how he’s doing as soon as you got up, looking around worriedly for your ring and your other belongings. The lights disoriented you for a moment, too bright for your pupils that are still adjusting after being asleep for nearly an entire month. You also learned that he got discharged 2 weeks ago but still came by often to visit you. He’s also been said to occasionally brush your hair away from your face and change the water from the vase and flowers he brought you a day after he got discharged.

“He was yelling, moving so much and screamed ‘where’s my wife?!’. Honestly, it was so cute!” she said with a wide smile.

“The entire floor heard him since he opened the door loudly and screamed even louder but he cared less, even if his ass is poking out of his hospital gown.”

You blushed at the mental image of Leon looking for you like a madman in a hospital gown where he’s naked at the back.

“He only calmed down after we told him where you were and he stayed in his room, head hung low the entire day and we all honestly felt bad for him.”

You nodded to her words, your gaze falling to the ring in the ziploc baggie on your bedside table. You asked for a phone and called him, telling him that you woke up and he can come visit you.

“He seemed really happy, could tell that wideass grin of his even through the phone,” you told the nurse and doctor while they smiled and giggled for you.

“Go give him the best kiss you’ve ever given him and profess your love again like it’s the first time!”

Their words made you blush again, only this time it’s because they don’t know you two aren’t exactly married. You two have only kissed once and that was during the fake wedding that the company set up for you two, present with a witness with no affiliation to any of the guests or you two. You’re not even sure if him talking to you was purely out of kindness or if he did that in order to keep up the image that things have not gone awkward. You’re even surprised Leon doesn’t seem to have been picking up the hints you’ve been dropping at him; for an agent who’s trained to be highly perceptive of people’s actions and body language, he sure doesn’t know how to pick up signs that you’re flirting with him. Unless he doesn’t want you. You groan and carefully rest your head on the pillow behind you but you stop, wincing because you just remembered you’ve got a busted rib or two.

A few minutes later, the sliding door to your room opens and in comes Leon with a bouquet of sunflowers on his free hand because the other is on a black sling. His black leather jacket is draped over his shoulders and he can hardly contain his joy at seeing you awake.

Placing the bouquet on your lap, he cages you in for a hug with consideration for your injuries. You swear you hear a soft sniffle from him and feel his body slightly jerk and as he pulls back, he’s got semi-glossy eyes.

“Y/N. Hey, how are you feeling?” He softly asks as he takes your hand in his.

“Feeling amazing. You?”

“Better than ever now that you’re up.”

“That’s good.”

A comfortable silence settles between the both of you, Leon taking one more good look at you. He thought he had a ton of things on his chest but that couldn’t compare to the amount you had on yours– literally and metaphorically. He breaks the silence first by clearing his throat before speaking.

“I– Uh… I got you some flowers,” he explains as he picks up the bouquet and shows some of the flowers to you.

He definitely picked it up in a rush since you spot a small card in the middle of all the sunflowers that says ‘well wishes on your new business’ in swirly gold lettering. You smile for the first time in a long time, finding the gesture to be sweet coming from Leon. He probably got it seeing as how sunflowers seemed to be a bright and happy kind of flower and he wanted you to feel even a little bit positive even in this condition and it’s definitely working but you still decided to ask him why he chose sunflowers amidst all the different pre-packaged flowers.

“Why sunflowers?” you ask as you gently inhale the scent of the flowers despite sunflowers being odorless.

“It only made sense for me to get these for you since sunflowers always face the sun,” he explains as he drags a chair to sit down on as he talks. “I go to you when I need help with something and you’re always there for me so I guess… in a way… you’re kind of like my sun.”

His words trigger your heart to ram itself against your ribcage, your heartbeat thundering so loudly in your ear as you imagine color furiously rushing to fill in the paleness of your face. Leon looks away, a hand making its way to the back of his neck and rubbing it. His gaze returns to you but his eyes shoot up to his brows, picking up your hand with a finger clipped to the pulse oximeter, looking at you worriedly.

“Your pulse is picking up. You alright? Need water? A nurse?” he rapidly asks. “Tell me what I can do for you.”

The pulse oximeter continues to display your heightened heart rate and you want to tell Leon that you feel fine– amazing even– but that would contradict with the reading of the device. You can’t tell him that whatever he just said made your heart race because you love like him so much, it’s almost embarrassing.

“Water would be nice,” you say. He gets up and pours you a glass of water, handing it to you carefully while keeping his hand near the glass in case you don’t have the strength to hold it yet. For the entire day, he tells you all about what he’s been up to while you were unconscious– the break that the D.S.O. gave to the both of you, the mission, his arm, his thoughts while you were gone, and a lot more things.

“Leon Kennedy prayed for me?” you ask in shock, mouth agape while still curled into a perplexed smile. “Leon ‘religion is beyond me’ Kennedy clasped his hands together, shut his eyes, and devoted a few moments of his day to pray for me.”

You laugh heartily, clapping along. You find the image of Leon praying to be a little funny, impossible even; you know about Leon’s past on religion and how he was a practicing Catholic up until the winter of the same year he turned 21 but it seemed so foreign for him to be praying for you. Little did you know, he found himself praying because his love for you taught him devotion in feelings more powerful than he.

“Shut up,” he mumbles while his cheeks burn pink. “Don’t laugh at me like that, at least it worked.”

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You told Leon about what the nurses told you about him nearly having a meltdown as soon as he woke up. You’ve never seen him bury his face into his hands and groan, leaning into your side and burying his face there as he pulled his leather jacket above his head and begged you to stop teasing him about it. It’s been a week since you’ve woken up and Leon’s visited you every single day since then, occasionally bringing personal items you told him to bring for you or lunch boxes he cooked and made for you. Bento boxes, he called them. He showed you the entire playlist of YouTube videos he made full of bento box cooking videos, some of the videos having the red bar underneath them.

“Rebecca told me all about them, said that they were balanced with everything you’ll need to recover,” he explained. “They’re pretty neat, actually. It’s fun making them look all cutesy for you. I’m pretty sure we’re giving the nurses a new reason to giggle every day.”

You smile as you take a bite of the spam, humming in satisfaction as the flavors erupt. You thank him for the effort he’s been putting into cooking for you, to which he smiles and nods to.

“Leon,” you say as you put the lid back on the bento box. “Um– I’ve… There’s…. I have to tell you something.”

“Hm?” He says, putting his pocketbook into the inside pocket of his jacket.

“We’re on a break right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

He shifts in the chair and you begin to fiddle with something small in between your fingers.

“Are we still required to keep this up?”

He stays silent for a moment until you gesture to the rings on both of your hands. “Not sure but not until we confirm that the mission is a success in a briefing, I guess we have to.”

“You don’t have to cook for me, you know. The hospital makes sure to feed me everyday.”

“I don’t have to but I want to.”

“I’m sure no one’s suspicious of us being a sham couple. You’re always nice to me and it seems genuine so you’re free to go.”

“Y/N,” Leon begins. “I’m not doing this for the mission. I’m pretty sure praying for you isn’t required by the D.S.O. Before you begin to tell me that I’m being nice for the record, Y/N, I’ve never prayed for anyone to wake up from a coma. You’re the first.”

“Does that mean you love me, Leon?” you ask. You lock stares with him, determined to not let Leon leave your room for the night without getting a direct answer from him.

“Y/N. If you stared any longer and fiercer into my eyes a long time ago, I would’ve crumbled then and there and told you that I have always loved you. All this started from a deception but it led me to the most honest feeling I’ve ever felt so yes, I do love you.”

Silence befalls the both of you in the room, save for the soft beeping of the machines in the same room as you two are in. Amidst the silence, you two come to a wordless understanding that you two are in love and have been in love for a long time. A delicate smile points the tips of your lips upwards before a soft laugh leaves you, genuinely ecstatic that your feelings have been returned and he fiercely feels the same as you do. He follows suit, smiling and chuckling as he takes your hand into his and kisses the back of your knuckles, nuzzling into your open palm as you gently rub your thumb back and forth on his stubbly cheek.

“In a few years time, we’re going to replace these ones with actual rings,” you say to Leon to which he nods, silently basking in your beauty and in the joy that there’s a future ahead for him with you. A nurse knocks at the door, informing Leon that visitation hours end in a minute and he has to go soon.

“Well, looks like I gotta go,” he quietly says though you know he doesn’t want to go just yet and frankly, you don’t want him to go just yet.

“You’ve only got a minute left before you do leave, just wait it out,” you urge him.

Sighing but not out of displeasure, he sits back down and leans near you to bask in your presence before he heads back into his lonely apartment. An entire minute passes by and Leon begins to get up but not before you sit up, reach for the sleeve of another one of his many jackets, pull him down to your level, and place a hungry yet velvety kiss on his lips. His eyes are widened before he shuts them, his free hand traveling to the base of your head and gently drawing your face nearer to deepen his kiss. A nurse walks in again, telling Leon to leave since his visiting hours are over but neither of you are too stubborn to pull away and break the kiss just yet. Your hands finds a portion of Leon’s jacket draped loosely over his shoulders and lifts it up, shielding both your faces as you feel a smile widen on Leon’s lips fitted against yours. You two are definitely giving the nurses a new reason to gush and giggle every time they are going to see either of you. As for you alone, you’ll have some explaining to do to the doctor checking your vitals for the irregularities in your heart rate.

NOTE - I didn't proofread this so if you spotted errors then I'm rlly sorry because I'm lazy (💀). This fic is a lot longer than my other drops lately so I hope we're all okay w that!!! I've got like 2 requests in my Inbox so to my anons who are waiting, it might take a while but I'm def going to work on them and post something for you <3 Happy Pride Month to my queer readers and queer mutuals, you deserve to be seen, heard, celebrated, and appreciated!!! Support your queer friend or someone you know who is queer by doing something for them or getting them a food item that they like, make them feel extra special this month yk :3 Anyways, that's all and thank you for reading my fics!!!!!!! I <3333333 UUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[ericshoney]

Always here ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You were always there for all four of your brothers no matter what, especially Chris, who one night, turned up at your doorstep.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of argument/fighting, nicknames, crying, slight angst, fluff

A/N: Please don't take this seriously, I know the triplets have their disagreements at times like many siblings, I don't see Matt or Nick acting/saying the stuff they do in this in real life, but remember it's a fanfic!

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You were sat curled up with a blanket on your sofa about to have a solo movie night. You had been at work all day and wanted just to relax for the night. As you were relaxing, you then heard the light pitter patter of rain. To you, it was relaxing and made you feel more calm and relaxed.

But then a knock was hard at your door. You felt confused as you weren't expecting any visitors. Yes, all your brothers were home in Boston, but you were planning on meeting up tomorrow for a sibling day. You checked your phone, not seeing a messages, so you thought whoever it was might go away.

But then they knocked again.

You sighed and got up, opening the door, only to see Chris standing there. His hood was up, his eyes were red, indicating he had been crying and slightly damp from the rain.

"Hey bud, get in!" You exclaimed, pulling him inside, not wanting him to get more wet and cold.

"Sorry to show up randomly, I know we're planning on hanging out tomorrow." He apologised.

"Don't say sorry, Chris. What's wrong?" You asked softly.

Chris then sniffed and started crying again. You frowned and pulled him over to the sofa, hugging him and whispering to him to help relax.

"They fucking went to far!" He shouted.

"Shh buddy, it's okay. Just relax." You cooed, rubbing his back.

Once Chris had calmed down to a few sniffles, you gave him a comforting smile.

"Wanna talk about what happened?" You offered.

"Nick and Matt." He mumbled.

"What happened? Weren't you filming tonight?" You asked.

"Yeah, but they just kept saying stuff." He responded.

"Tell me, bud." You said.

"It was going well, the beginning anyways. Matt was making a few jokes and so was Nick. I joined in and it was all good. But as we got closer to the end of filming, they both seemed to team up on me. Saying how I was helpless and needy. How I should really have some time away from both of them. Then when we stopped recording it just got worse." He told you.

"How so?" You asked.

"Saying shit. Baby jokes and calling me stupid and saying I was too loud, that I'm like a child who need attention all the time." He continued.

You frowned as you saw the sadness overtake his usually joyful face. You knew the boys teased each other a lot, you sometimes joined in on the teasing as their older sister, but this seemed to have gone too far.

"Don't worry buddy, I'm sure they will realise and apologise soon enough. You want to watch a movie with me?" You responded.

Chris nodded as you curled up on the sofa again, now joined by your youngest brother. You put on a Back to the future, knowing that was Chris' favourite and would ease his mind.

After the movie finished, you noticed Chris was fast asleep. You pulled the blanket over him and left the TV on low. You then grabbed your phone and went into the kitchen, calling Nick.

"Hey sis!" He cheered as he answered.

"Nicolas Antonio! What the fuck is wrong with you!" You shouted.

"Woah, what did I do?" He asked.

"You and Matt get your asses to my place, now!" You instructed.

"Y/n, it's one in the morning." He replied.

"Now, Nick." You said.

"Alright, on our way." He sighed.

You hung up the phone and went back to the living room, seeing Chris still asleep. You smiled slightly, remembering times from when you were younger.

Ten minutes later, your front door opened and Nick and Matt walked in. When they saw Chris, they both knew what it was about.

"I thought he might be here, seen as he wasn't in his room." Nick said quietly, not wanting to wake his brother.

You walked into the kitchen, followed by two of your brothers and sat at the island.

"He was really upset, guys." You said.

"We figured." Matt mumbled.

"I'm not going to sit here and treat you like little kids, your both twenty-one, but sometimes you all have to remember the teasing can go too far. I'm not defending Chris and saying he hasn't said shit to either of you before, but in this case, you both really hurt him." You continued.

"We fucked up, we know it. We'll apologise." Nick said as Matt nodded in agreement.

You nodded as you heard faint footsteps, indicating Chris was awake. He walked into the kitchen and saw Nick and Matt.

"Oh, hey." He called quietly.

"Hey Chris, sorry about earlier, that was shitty of us." Matt said.

"It's fine." Chris mumbled.

"No, no it's not. As your brothers we shouldn't be using your personality against you. We love how careful you are and were total bitches." Nick replied.

Chris gave both of them a smile, struggling to be mad. The three shared a group hug, making you smile.

"Thanks Y/n." Chris said.

"Your welcome. I'm your older sister, I can't have you three fighting and being mad with each other. I raised you better than this." You responded, making them laugh.

"Remember, I'm always here. Okay." You added, making the trio nod.

You smiled and knew it would turn into a sleepover at your place, but you could handle it, knowing your brothers were all happy again.

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[justwinginglife]

The Strongest Weakness

Alright guys, it's started; I told yall I would be posting fics based off of Keshi's new album. Here is my fic based off of "Soft Spot," which imo is so Gen Narumi coded.

Gen was the strongest for a reason.

He was merciless, he was relentless, he was pure power, he was raw talent, he was an immovable and unstoppable force of nature, he was the foundation for any stable future that Japan could ever hope to have. It didn’t matter that he was reckless, it didn’t matter that he was abrasive- in the face of power, prudence and propriety were irrelevant. 

And it quickly became common knowledge that Captain Gen Narumi of the 1st Division was the strongest. 

So then why did he feel so weak whenever he was around you?

Why did he feel so frail? Like he’d crumble if you diverted your attention from him for a second. Like he’d wilt if you didn’t call his name. Like your smile was the only thing keeping him from the verge of collapse and ruin. He needed you to get through the day, and he never needed anything. It scared him to need you. To want you. To dream of you. To long for you. To obsess over you. To be robbed of his oxygen when you weren’t near him. To be robbed of his sleep, of his sanity. To have every cell in his body intoxicated by you, addicted to you, enamored with you. Why was he so weak, and yet he’d never felt stronger than when you were by his side? He’d always been so sure of himself; he didn’t need anyone to tell him who he was or who he could be. But the version of himself that he was around you, he almost didn’t recognize.

He never went out with his officers; he was always perfectly content to stay at home, with nothing more than NPCs to keep him company. But he suddenly found himself intently listening to chatter in the hallways, craning to hear gossip in the stairwells, trying to see if you were going to karaoke tonight. If you were going to the bar tomorrow. If you were going to the club next week. And then he found himself tagging along, just for the chance that you’d sit next to him in the booth, just for the chance to buy you a drink, just for the chance to dance with you. He hated dancing. But he didn’t hate the idea of being close to you, of feeling your hips under his hands, of feeling your sweat mingle with his, of feeling the beat of his heart match rhythm to the beat of yours. So he danced with you. Until his feet almost bled, until his legs almost collapsed, until he was properly drunk on your presence, and even when the club closed, he procured a stereo so he could continue to dance with you outside. 

He wasn’t used to going out of his way for someone like this. He wasn’t used to feeling anything for someone like this. But there you were- living proof of his ability to love someone. He couldn’t deny it if he tried.

When you waited hours for him to finish training just to present him with rice balls and water, he knew he was in love with you. 

When you secretly slipped a copy of the game he’d been eying for ages under his door and you thought he wouldn’t recognize the pitter patter of your footsteps as you scurried away, he knew he was in love with you. 

When he lost another competition to Hoshina, and you sat with him through his sulking, when you told him you were always Team Narumi from day one, he knew he was in love with you. 

When he was anxious, when he was afraid, when he was insecure, when he was overwhelmed, when he was everything that a Captain shouldn’t be, and you made every effort to make sure some part of you was always touching him, your knee against his knee, your shoulder up against his shoulder, to remind him you were there, to remind him you supported him, without alerting the rest of the squadron what only you had noticed, he knew he was in love and would always be in love with you and only you.

Gen always thought that he only deserved what he could produce. He was strong because he trained and he was the Captain because he was strong. But you loved him before he ever knew how to love you. You loved him before he was ever somebody, because he was only somebody when he was yours. You loved him despite him being everything you weren’t. Despite his rough exterior, despite his ill manners, his impatience, his ignorance, his arrogance, you still loved him. You, with your kind nature, with your sweet smile, with your endless patience, with your gentle touch, with your infinite optimism, you still loved him. And he didn’t deserve you but he’d never stop trying to. 

When he finally asked you out, he half hoped you would say no. He hoped your standards weren’t so low that you’d settle for the mess of a man that he was. He hoped he could come back as a better man one day, as one that was worthy of you. But for now, he was still impatient, he was still selfish, and he couldn’t continue to dream about you, to wish for you, to hope for you, to desire you, without ever uttering a word about it. He wasn’t exactly sure what words to say -he was never good with words- and he was sure you could tell how he felt without him ever saying a thing, but you deserved more than longing glances and intentions whispered into the abyss. If anyone was going to make him confess to feelings he’d long thought were impossible, feelings he’d long deemed himself incapable of, it would be you. 

And if anyone was going to accept him the way he was, if anyone was going to love him regardless of his faults, if anyone was going to give the orphan in him a home, it would be you. 

And you did. 

You said yes.

If he thought he loved you before, he loved you infinitely more now. He loved the way you’d massage his shoulders and kiss the top of his head while he was working. He loved the way you’d leave him little love notes in his lunchbox. He loved the way you’d lay your head in his lap while he gamed. He loved the way you’d bury yourself into his chest while you slept. 

And he never stopped showing you all the ways he loved you too. Even if he didn’t say it all the time, his love was still there, vibrant and pure, in every kiss he pressed to your skin, in every gaze he bestowed upon you lovingly. In the way he always checked to make sure your suit was fully functioning before you headed off to battle. In the way he started to play farming games with you because you didn’t like fighting games. In the way he switched which side of the bed he slept on after an entire lifetime of sleeping on the same side, just because you didn’t like the side by the closet door. He didn’t need words when he had intentions. 

Once, he took a two hour drive to pick up food from your favorite restaurant because he knew you were craving it, and when he dragged his exhausted, carsick, love drunk ass back onto base, your food in hand, his fellow officers teased him for being wrapped around your finger. He grumbled at them but he couldn’t deny it. 

It was common knowledge that Captain Gen Narumi of the 1st Division was the strongest. 

It was equally common knowledge that you were his weakness.

[inukag-archive]

Merry Christmas!

On behalf of the Fic Finder team please enjoy this compilation of some of our favorite Christmas themed stories. We couldn't even make a dent in the number of holiday stories across the platforms, so please add your favorites in the reblogs!

A Quick Note: As the world continues to spin through the holiday season, hold your fandom friends close. We may not all be at the same party or curled up under the same tree, but we're together all the same.

Wishing you peace, love, and hot chocolate- The Fic Finder Team.

Pixie, Rudd, KStew, Anisa, Lost, & MamaBear

Silver and Gold by @splendentgoddess (E)

Christmas Eve is a time to celebrate family, love, and togetherness. Not something Kagome gets a lot of while trying to stop Naraku. But everyone deserves the occasional night off, right? Takes place during manga chapter 512.

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Apple Pie and Mistletoe by @ruddcatha (M)

Called out of town unexpectedly for work just before Christmas, Inuyasha Takahashi asks his best friend Kagome, whom he's secretly loved for years, to house sit. When a storm grounds his plane, will the two friends admit their feelings, or continue to stay silent? What role does Apple Pie and Mistletoe play in what is about to unfold?

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'Tis The Damn Season by @akitokihojo (T)

Best friends, to nothing, to one of them putting every ounce of their effort into avoiding the other. Christmas was supposed to be about visiting her family, but Kagome noticed the snow on the ground wasn't the reason an icy feeling crept down her back. Her childhood best friend, and neighbor, was home for the holidays as well. Turns out, being an adult doesn't help you escape from messy assumptions and the repercussions of being too scared to go after what you really want. For either of them.

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A Piece of Home by omgitscharlie (E)

At winter's first snowfall, Kagome finds herself reminiscing about Christmas back in her time.

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Mistletoe: Inuyasha by masterhiccup (K+)

Christmas in a remote cabin? Check. Best friends trying to play matchmaker? Check. Stunning girl that makes your heart go pitter patter despite constant, inward disapproval? Double check. Oh man, Inuyasha was in for one hell of a ride from the very beginning. How was he going to make it through the holidays if he could hardly handle the Hallmark movie he was currently living?

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Everything But The Pear Tree by @fandomobsessions016 (E)

After going through a rough break-up, Kagome decides she's going to pull herself out of her slump by diving head first into holiday preparations. With her friend Sango and the help of her new neighbor, Inuyasha, Kagome is reminded why the holidays are so special to her.

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The Best Present by @fawn-eyed-girl (T)

Inuyasha helps Kagome bring a Christmas tree home to the Higurashi shrine. Kagome tells Inuyasha about the traditions of Christmas Eve, and he gives her a special gift.

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Slipped by @witchygirl99 (E)

“I was worried it’d be more of a sex thing.” A sex thing. Inuyasha makes a face at the ceiling. God, why does Miroku say shit like that? “Yeah, well,” he grouses, grabbing at his cell phone so that he can look his friend in the eye. “Give me some fucking credit. I’m trying not to fall in love with her.”

Miroku looks, in that moment, far too smug. “And how’s that going for you?”

“Fuck you,” comes his automatic response, a knee-jerk reaction. Begrudgingly, unhappily, Inuyasha sighs his next admission. “Not great.” Inuyasha has a life plan that is viciously, cheerfully and quickly dismantled the moment he becomes temporary roommates with one Kagome Higurashi. Unsurprisingly, this is all Miroku's fault.

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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen by FrameOfMind (T)

AU. God, how he hated Christmas carols. Now, if someone would only think to write one about the overcrowded shopping malls and the sticky pine needles and the damn Salvation Army, that would be the Christmas carol for him...

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Secret Santa (series) by @splendentgoddess (E)

In a modern world where most youkai stick to the wilds, hanyou are stuck in the middle, forced to live in human society. Inuyasha has an okay job and okay coworkers, but he's lonely, until one year when the office Christmas party changes everything.

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If You Dare by @fawn-eyed-girl (E)

Inuyasha hates Christmas, and looks forward to spending it alone. Kagome loves Christmas, and is devastated that she has to spend it alone. She decides to leave a notebook in the stacks at a bookstore, in hopes of making a special connection. When Inuyasha finds it, does he dare take her challenge? And will she dare to accept his Commissioned Artwork by Clearwillow

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Skeins and Schemes by @cannibalsforbreakfast (G)

Inuyasha didn’t understand why she was insisting she needed to go back to her time, because this time last year Kagome had said her school was on “ho-li-day” and that there were no classes. She’d tried to put Inuyasha off with excuses — she had a makeup exam, her school had changed its schedule — but she could tell he didn’t believe her. Because how could she tell Inuyasha that she needed to go back to her time to make him a Christmas present?

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No Matter The Storm by @lavendertwilight89 (T)

Kagome gets taken and Inuyasha comes to save her but the can't outrun the winter storm. Trapped in a cave, what could happen?

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Ego & Bias by hoshi-ni-onegai (T)

Sometimes, first impressions are everything and Inuyasha wasn't winning any contests. While attending a holiday party, Kagome runs into a guy who grates her nerves like no one has before. AU.

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Christmas Traditions by @ideasthatbuildcities (G)

It's Christmas time and Kagome is eager to start sharing with her daughter the Christmas traditions she used to do with her mother. She only hopes Moroha would like to be as involved as Kagome wants her to be. Inuyasha is helping in his own way. [InuKag Family Christmas fluff for ruddcatha for the 2020 Inuyasha Fandom Secret Santa on Tumblr]

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Mistletoe Tales by Reinamy (T)

The holidays are a time for miracles, even of the romance-variety. A love story told in bits-and-pieces.

[bon2bonn]

My hand to hold p.4

Carlos Sainz x driver!reader

The pitter patter of rain rang through the circuit , everyone took shelter away from the rain and chose the warmth of shelter away from the cold wet weather .

Everyone tinkered around inside or tried to pass the time in hopes the rain would soon end and the day would proceed as planned despite the hindrance, all preferred the dry warm refuge over the fresh drizzle, all but two who now stood right at the edge of the open garage/empty unit at the end of the pit zone , their jackets on with their hoods up , both sharing the same mischievous grin as they looked at each other, going through their little track one more time before starting.

She nods along with Carlos as he listed off while he was busy rolling up her sleeves , securing them around her wrists instead of dangling past her fingers " we start from here , five points for the first who reach the other side of the pit , five for the one who gets back first and five more if you didn't get caught , got it ? " she confirmed with a " yup! " . both drivers then peeked their heads out spotting their team's principals along with others , all standing halfway through the pit with their jackets on and umbrellas sheltering them from the still falling rain .

They shared another look filled with determination before turning back to Fernando who stood as a referee with a whistle in one hand and a cup of fresh coffee they bribed him with in the other , he took a sip from his steaming cup and gave them the rules " alright , no pushing, no tackling, no hair pulling, no tripping the other , any violation grant the other 5 points automatically, any questions? " Both had questions but before either of them could ask he kept talking " No ? , good , now on your marks " both turned quickly , forgetting about the questions and got into position waiting for the signal " ready? ........" He took another sip " Aaaaand , go!" , Fernando called before blowing the whistle, both drivers sprinted out and into the rain , flinching at the cold contrast and the splashing puddles they stepped on while trying their best to get to the end first .

The chatting group halted when two speeding figures sprinted past them , Toto sighed tiredly while rubbing his temple after he took one glance at the shorter figures jacket, knowing damn well who was it , stating with a blank face " I'm too old to deal with this " then he turned and made his way back to the Mercedes garage willing himself to do nothing about it , the others laughed at his retreating figure before looking back at the still racing drivers who now almost at the end of the bit zone .

They passed the Red Bull garage where Max stood with his own umbrella in hand ready to step out but froze once he saw the two splashing their way through the rain . he cursed under his breath as he raised his umbrella making his way out waiting to ambush them when they get back around .

lando made his way next to Max, his phone raised and his umbrella tucked in his arm as he was recording the whole ordeal since they sprinted by the McLaren garage, too lazy to participate but still cheered them on " Go N/N ! , I bet on you against Charles! Don't let him win ! " He shouted making her scream back " fuck Charles!" , earning himself a shove from Max who scold him " don't encourage her! " , lando shrugged but kept recording as the running two didn't slow as expected when they reached the line making them both slip on the wet ground tumbling in a laughing heaps ,but they both exclaimed at the cold rain now soaking their heads and seeping through their clothes as their hoods fell back when they went down, both shrieking loudly , shivering when the cold water seeped down their back from where they lay on the puddles Carlos tried to roll away from the water " aaaaaaah! It's cold!!, it's too cold !" But couldn't with how much he was laughing, same as Y/N who screamed out " fuck! It's worse than I thought!!!!! , it's ..... Shit! , I can't feel my face! " They gave eachother one look and burst into another fit of laughter but paused when they saw Max making his way over making her scream out " we got compromised! , abort mission! Abort!!! ".

Carlos took hold of her cold hand helping her up and both made a run for it . Narrowly Dodging Max who stood before them with a not so pleased look , making him charge after them shouting " Y/N stop right there! You'll get yourself sick !" She shouted back " No! , I won't" . he cursed when he almost slipped " shit! I swear I'll tackle you down!" She shouted again " do it and I'll bite !! " , he groaned as he pushed on to catch up with them " you won't dare! " , She cackled " try me , bitch! " He almost got a hold of her hood that now laid down on her back leaving her head exposed and her hair dripping from the rain and sticking to her face and neck, but the moment his fingers grazed the hood she turned her head back , hand still held tightly in Carlos's hold letting him guide the way and snapped her teeth at him , startling him as he held back his hand screaming at her distant figure " you little shit! " , his shouts fell into deaf ears as they ran further and found themselves out of the pit and out on track instead, making them slow their pace into walking instead, their joined hands swaying between them as they enjoyed their Rainey walk , both soaked to the bone but yet unbothered when they enjoyed eachother company , dancing hand in hand and twirling in circles accompanied by the rain as their melody.

[migrated-to-diff-account]

Orion's Kiss

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TFP Optimus x human!reader

A cute lil fic of you spending quality time with your autobot lover <3

Warnings: None

Word count: 747

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It was an overcast night; the soft rumbling of thunder can be heard in the distance as Optimus Prime begins to return to the place, he unknowingly began to call home. The small pitter patter of water droplets on the asphalt reached his audial receptors. It will not be a good night to observe the Earth’s night sky, he thought.

In his alt form, Optimus Prime sped slightly faster than he usually would. He was eager to get out of this rain, but more eagerly, get home to you.

His spark mate, the love of his life. He had met you a little over a year ago, around the same time he met the other humans. Your protective nature over those kids made his spark sing, whether it was helping them with their homework, helping build projects or just sitting with them and listening to whatever was on their mind. He couldn’t help but smile as he observed you mothering them.

Optimus reached the base, drenched in rain and transformed back into his bot alt. He hums as he shakes the water off himself. He looks to the designated human area, expecting to find you laying on the couch bundled up in soft blankets, however you were no where to be found.

He looks to his old friend, huddled over the main computer. “Ratchet, do you perhaps know of (Y/n)’s whereabouts?”

“I saw her take the elevator up top,” He replies, not even looking up from his work. “Silly human will catch an illness in this kind of weather.”

Optimus hums, giving his medic a small pat on his shoulder plates, “Thank you, old friend. If you require my assistance, I shall be with her.”

Ratchet nods his helm, glancing a look back at Optimus as he walks towards the roof top access for the bots, then returns to his work.

Up on the roof, a small human sat with a raincoat. She was leaning against the many rocks stacked upward in the memoriam of their fallen team member. She shivered a little as the rain hits her cheeks. She starts to smile as she hears the rough sound of pedes behind her.

“Hey, love.” She smiles as her lover settles down beside her.

“Hello, my sweet spark,” Optimus greets, he looks down to his human. He follows her gaze which is pointed out towards the misty horizon. “May I ask, what are you doing out here in this weather?”

She hums, “Waiting for the stars to come back out to play.”

Optimus looks back down at her, a soft smile returns to his faceplates. The one thing out of everything that he admired about her, was her love of the stars. Often, they would venture out of Jasper to more unpopulated areas just to have a clearer view of the wonders of the galaxy. It was one of their favourite activities to do together. While on these dates, he can remember countless conversations about his experiences when he was Orion Pax, how his favourite place on Cybertron was the Observatory of Iacon. Oh, how he wished he could take her there, knowing how much her beautiful eyes would light up as she explored his most treasured location.

 Optimus holds out his servo to her. She could hear him doing so and took the invitation to climb up. He holds her close to his chassis, the soft thrumming of his spark making her relax. She sinks deeper into the embrace. Both sat there in comfortable silence, listening to the rain become less and less heavy until it became a soft sprinkle.

The lovers both watched as the moon began to break through the clouds. Optimus strokes his thumb over her back, the exhale of his vents indicating that he is completely relaxed. The clouds slowly dissipated over time, and the night sky began to make itself known.

“Look Optimus,” (Y/n) pointed towards a constellation in the sky, “There’s Orion’s belt.”

Optimus looks up towards where she was pointing. He softly chuckles as he brings his love closer to his face plate, giving her a light kiss. She happily returned the kiss, resting her hands on his face plate.

“And that, my love, was Orion’s kiss.” He presses his helm on her forehead, enjoying the little giggles that escaped from her.

The rest of the night was spent right there, enjoying each other’s embrace, and enjoying the wonders of the universe. He absolutely wouldn’t have it any other way.

[writerinlearning]

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝗼𝐬 | 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗍𝗐𝗈.

𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁: 𝗇𝖾𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌’ 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒𝗌 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒!𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌. 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾!𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗒𝖺𝗆’𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐. 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖺’𝗏𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟤,𝟤𝗄

𝗮.𝗻: 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗉.𝗌: 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄, 𝗂𝗍’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 :)

𝗻𝗮’𝘃𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲: 𝘁𝘅𝗮𝗻𝗳𝘄𝗶̀𝗻𝗴𝘁𝘂: [𝘵’𝘢𝘯.𝘧𝘸𝘪𝘯.𝘵𝘶]: 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽 // 𝘄𝗶𝘆𝗮: [’𝘸𝘪.𝘫𝘢]: 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 (𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇!) // 𝘁𝘀𝗺𝘂𝗸𝗲 [𝘵𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘬ε]: 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 || 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗉𝗑𝗂̀ 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽: 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗍𝗐𝗈 || 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

           Eclipse comes faster than anyone can think. Rain begins to fall in light pitter-patters onto the leaves and trees of the forest as creatures of the night begin to call for their peers.

           From the corner of her eyes, where she stands, Y/N can see Quaritch with some kind of digital tablet in his hands. Her mother is on the screen, and she sees her shoot an arrow straight into Quaritch’s human-self. She snorts when she sees the dejected look on his face as he hands back the recording to an avatar next to him, whom she heard was called Wainfleet, and she watches as he bends down to take his human skull, crushing it in his hand.

           Eclipse is full then, and Y/N shivers from the rain that soak her body. She looks at her surroundings. The old shack is there, haunting in the night’s light with its broken window and the vines that curve and tangle themselves all around the abandoned trailer. She sees her siblings and Spider, all with their hands tied in front of them like she is, and with an avatar holding onto them from behind to prevent them from escaping.

           Y/N knows she has to do something, she has to help her siblings escape before they are taken to Hell’s Gate by the Sky People coming to get the avatars, but with her hands tied and without her bow and arrows, she is rendered useless, the only thing she can do is being quick and bite the avatar that holds her and hoped her siblings will follow her actions. She looks up when there is rustling through the brushes, and her eyes land on Kiri and Spider. Kiri shakes her head, reading her older sister like an open book, and Y/N’s lips fall into a pout as her brow muscles pinch together in a frown.

           “Watch our six.”

           She hears Quaritch say, and the avatar holding on both Kiri and Spider steps forward, gun aimed at the void and ready to be fired. Y/N grunts, seeing the gun so close to Kiri’s face, and she shifts around, looking for an opening. But the grip on her hair and queue is strong, the pressure sending pain through her skull, and she winces.

           “Txanfwìngtu.”

           Y/N mumbles to herself, glaring over her shoulder at the avatar behind her. He’s looking up to the sky, for a sign of the people he works for. Y/N knows it would be easy to kick him in the legs to free herself, but with a gun so close to Kiri’s face, she cannot risk it. She cannot risk Quaritch’s team threatening her siblings if she tries to defend herself.

          Her ears flattens against her scalp when a loud bird-like call echoes across the Pandoran forest. Tuk notices it first with Y/N, slightly jumping up and looking over her shoulder with a soft grunt. Her yellow eyes glow brightly under the Eclipse’s sky, hope hidden behind her large irises, but her lips are a thin line across her features.

          Kiri is the next one to hear the sound, her ears twitching, and she turns around slightly to exchange a knowing look with Spider. Lo’ak eyes widen in recognition when he hears the bird-like call, and he slightly turns to look at his older sister. He tilts his head when Y/N smiles knowingly and slightly nods her head, confirming what they are all thinking.

          There is silence then, but Y/N can sense the avatars being on edge. It doesn’t help that they might be as strong as her parents, without quicker reflexes than when they were humans, but she trusts her parents. Her lips quirk into a smirk when another bird-like call echoes, and she knows Neytiri is not far. She looks around, and her eyes land on a large tree trunk. Her mother hides behind, Y/N just knows. It seems that Kiri knows too, because she begins to say a prayer to the Great Mother. She knows what she is doing, creating a diversion it hope it creates an opening for her mother to shoot her arrows. It seems to work, because the avatar holding both Spider and Kiri gets angry and yanks Kiri back by her braid.

          “Shut up!”

          The avatar growls. It is followed by a quiet hiss through the wind and a thump when an arrow lodges itself into the avatar’s skull. He falls backwards, and both Kiri and Spider begin to run to safety as soon as they are free. Their hands are still tied, but Y/N smiles when she sees them beginning to disappear into the foliage of the forest. She looks up to the sky and says a silent prayer to Eywa for her parents to find them both.

          “Contact made!”

          Quaritch shouts as soon as one of his team’s members fall to the ground, and Y/N is pushed forward and away from the crossfire. She grunts as she struggles to free herself, but she sees the avatars taking their positions before they begin to shoot at the large tree trunk where Neytiri hides.

          Y/N turns her head when she hears Tuk call out for Lo’ak, and she watches as her little brother turns around to open a smoke bomb tied to an avatar’s belt. It hisses and green smoke begins to whoosh into the air, making the avatar cough. He then bites down onto the avatar’s arm that’s holding him, freeing himself in the process. Y/N’s eyes land on Tuk next, just as she bites down on the arm holding her in place.

          “You little shit!”

          The avatar, a woman, grunts and pushes Tuk forward. The little girl stumbles on her feet, but Y/N is quick to free herself by kicking the avatar in his legs, and she grabs onto Tuk’s arms, leading her away from the crossfire, following Lo’ak when he calls out to them both.

          “Tuk! Y/N! Come on!” Lo’ak says, running ahead.

           Y/N looks up to Lo’ak as he pushes Tuk forward to safety, and she urges forward to follow them when she hears Kiri grunts in pain. She pivots on her heels, gaze hardening on the avatar yanking her sister back by her queue, and she hisses in anger, before an arrow whooshes in the air and end its course in a light thwomp when it lodges itself between the avatar’s eyes. Y/N sees Spider hurrying back to Kiri, pushing her forward with a shoulder’s nudge, muttering “come along” under his breath.

           “In cover!”

           She hears Quaritch’s distant voice shouts, and Y/N snaps out of her anger, turning around to run further into the foliage, hoping to catch up with her younger siblings. She doesn’t look back, diving between low tree branches and large leaves that sprout up from the ground, but she has trouble keeping her balance. The ground is slippery from the rain, and although she knows her way around the forest, from countless hunting trips with Neteyam and her father, she has never ventured that far, and she doesn’t know her way around.

           It isn’t until she hears some rustling that she stops, holding her breath in anticipation. She doesn’t know what she’ll find, if it is one of her siblings, or if it is a creature of the night. She prefers the first option, because she isn’t prepared for the latter one. She does not have her bow and arrows anymore, leaving her defenceless in the face of danger. Beside, with her hands tied, she would not be able to do much anyway, even if she had her favourite weapon.

           “You and the Corporal have been pretty busy, haven’t you?” Y/N hears Quaritch’s distant voice, and she assumes he is talking with her mother. “Got yourself a whole litter of half-breeds.”

           She winces at that. She thinks of Kiri and Lo’ak, both born with five fingers instead of four like her, Neteyam and Tuk, but it does not mean they are any less Na’vi than them. She wants to turn back, stand in front of Quaritch and punch him right in the face for what he said, but her heart begs her to find her siblings. She begins to turn back, preparing herself to run once more, but she is stopped short when an avatar shouts “Na’vi” and the recom team opens fire once again. She pants and hisses, and she says a silent prayer to the Great Mother before she begins to run as far as she can.

           “Wiya!”

           Y/N curses under her breath as she trips on a fallen branch. She falls backwards and loses her balance, free-falling downward. Her head hits something sharp and hard as she falls, and her lids begin to feel heavy. Black dots invade her eyesight, and she lets out a pained groan before darkness surrounds her.

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           Neytiri grunts, anger flashing in her eyes upon seeing the commotion of the crossfire. She pushes herself from the tree trunk where she hid, and she begins to run to safety. She stumbles lightly when a rocket explodes not far from behind her, but she keeps a strong grip around her father’s bow and arrows as she runs again. She sighs in relief when she spots Kiri and Spider, and she rushes towards them, helping her daughter to get Spider up and running again. But Kiri does not move when Spider is up, instead she looks down, watching as a blur of blue falls down near where she stands, and she cannot help the worry that settles in her bones. She cannot fully see them, through the rain and the night sky, but she hopes for the blur to be a dead avatar, and not one of her siblings.

          From the corner of her eyes, Kiri spots two avatar coming and following the blue blur down. She holds in her breath, watching as they disappear behind the brushes and foliage, her hands brought up close to her chest.

           “Kiri! Spider! Come on!”

           Neytiri’s voice pulls Kiri out of her thoughts as she is dragged away by her mother, Spider running in front of them.

           Suddenly, silence graces the Pandoran forest. Fires cease, and the only sound that can be heard is the rustling of leaves with the wind, and light footsteps against the ground. Tuk looks over her shoulder when she cannot hear anything, but Lo’ak urges her forward.

           “Go! Go! Go!” He speaks. “Come on, let’s go!”

           He runs faster, until he is forced to stop when he collides with a strong, taller body standing in front of him. Lo’ak looks up, worry flashing across his irises, but his gaze softens when he realizes it is his father, with his older brother.

           “Are you hurt?” Jake asks his son, holding onto his arm.

           “No, I’m fine.” Lo’ak answers, shaking his head.

           Jake then looks at Tuktirey, and he bends down to take her in his arms when he notices she begins to cry.

           “Tuk, are you hurt?” He asks her.

           Tuk shakes her head, before burying it in her father’s neck as she wraps her little arms around his shoulders.

           Breaking through the silence, planes roar above the forest, and claws are let down. Jake turns around, and from the corner of his eyes, he sees his sons do the same. They see the recom team led by Quaritch as they attach themselves to the claw, and one of them is holding a limp figure over his shoulder. Jake cannot say for certain who it is, standing from afar, but he lets out a relieved sigh when the plane leaves the area.

           “There, we’re clear.” He says to his children. “Is everyone okay?”

           Just then, Neytiri comes into view, with Kiri and Spider on her heels. Tuk runs into her mother’s arms as soon as Jake lets her down, and in turn he takes both Neteyam and Lo’ak in his arms.

           “It’s okay.”

           Jake whispers to his sons, just as he hears his mate thanking the Great Mother for the safety of their children. After a short while, Neteyam pushes away from his father’s embrace, and he looks around, hoping to give his twin sister a well-deserved hug. His brow muscles pinch together, gold eyes scanning the dark surroundings, and he holds his breath when he cannot see her familiar features.

           “Where’s Y/N?” He asks, almost sounding breathless. “Where is she?”

           Kiri slowly turns on her heels upon hearing her brother’s voice, moving her gaze from where the plane was minutes before to look at Neteyam with tears in her eyes. She holds her arms close to her chest, as if to protect herself, and she shakes her head.

           “They took her.” She murmurs, voice cracking. “They took her.”

           Neteyam stills and looks back to where the plane had just been. His face hardens as anger rises and settles into his bones, hands turning into fists at his sides. Jake looks back too, but only for a short moment before he kneels down in front of Kiri, taking her in his arms.

           “It’s alright, babygirl.” He tells her. “Alright, she’s a tough kid, your tsmuke.”

           Jake cradles his daughter’s head in his large hand as he brings her closer to him and, over Kiri’s shoulder, he glances up at his oldest son.

           “Neteyam.” He calls him. “Y/N’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna get her back, alright? We’re all gonna be okay.”

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[iheart-natives]

𝑺𝑨𝑭𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬

This is like my first fan fiction, I'm slightly scared because I don't know what to write or how to do this or anything but give me much love y'all because my english and writing are slightly off 😜..

"𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. " - Quoted by me.

⊹ ֶָ ⭐️ ◞

Your crib was called — 'The safe place.' Your friends basically lived with you. Whenever their parents had a fight or they just wanted to eat , whatever it was , your house was there. It was always busy , but you wouldn’t want it any other way. tonight was no different ; laughter , chatter and three of your friends arguing about who's gonna get in what basketball team. It wasn’t rare that these three would argue over bullshit like that. Brian was in the kitchen with a few other people. He was probably the most mature yet immature in the house , funny am I right?. He's been your best friend for around..4 years if you round it up.

He was rummaging through the cabinets, making himself some hot cocoa in the middle of the goddamn summer. "Y/N, where in the hell is the chocolate power.." He huffed from the kitchen, nearly messing up your kitchen as he kept moving stuff and not putting it back. You huffed, putting down your strawberries since you were nearly tearing up some whipped cream and strawberries. "Hold on boy, I'm comin'.."

You got up from the couch, stretching a little bit as you made your way to the kitchen. You pitter pattered your way to the kitchen, fixing your spaghetti strapped T-shirt as you pulled up your joggers that were nearly falling off your ass as you walked. You made your way in the kitchen, scratching the back of your neck as you looked at the dark skinned boy. "What you look for, Brian?"

He looked back at you, having a glass in his hands while trying to find the stuff for his hot cocoa. "I'm trying to find your chocolate power but at this point it's a loss cause." He muttered, closing the cabinet he was in front of as he fully faced you, leaning his whole body on the counter.

He was attractive but....he was..how can I say this. He isn't a hoe but he's leaning that way, you know what I'm saying? But, there's no doubt he ain't fine. He was wearing a regular black shirt with someone long ass jean shorts with a belt. He was sagging enough for the hem of his Levi's to be showing (along with his v-line and happy trail 😜). He had a belt, but there really isn't a reason to be wearing it if this nigga not using it for the purpose to hold his pants up. He had dreads because of course dreadheads do it the best.(tf?) They were colored pink, purple, and orange, which actually looks way better than described. He had a couple of tattoos, like one on both his arms and one on his back but you haven't fully seen them, only a glance.

"It above the stove, in the cabinet. Did you not check there?" You asked him, giving him the most annoyed facial expression at the moment. He scratched his nose, giving you an awkward smile as he turned to the stove that was behind him and opened the cabinet, seeing a container that said 'Chocolate Power'. He looked back at you before grabbing it, smiling a little bit wider. "Thanks, I didn't know-" "Because you didn't look." You interrupted before letting out a deep puff of air.

He opened the box of power before putting a couple of scoops in the cup. "So, how's your new job?" He asked, looking up at you as he out the box back up. You fully walked in the kitchen, sitting on the tile counters and slumped your shoulders a bit. "It's good, just hate I'm working a night shift now." You worked at 7/11. I know, ain't the best job ever but the job actually pays good than any other that was near where you lived. He walked to the refrigerator, grabbing some milk and pouring it in the cup. "That's good, I might start working with you. I need another job since mine is just hoppin' on my dick for real." He put the milk back and closed the fridge, grabbing a spoon the was on the counter and started mixing the power and milk up.

You laughed a bit, kinda stoned from smoking all evening. "I mean, do what you gotta do. He might put you in they same shift since nobody is really on the same hour as me." You told him as you settled your hands in your lap. You saw Brian check you out, looking you up and down..well, more like your chest. You knew that he sometimes stared at you, even when wasn't looking, you could feel that boy burn eyes in the back of your head.

It was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the people in your living room just yelling and cussing their hearts out. "You got whipped cream on your chest." He pointed out, stopping his stirring as he removed his spoon and put the cup in the microwave.

You looked down, realizing you did actually have some on your chest. You sighed, realizing you didn't notice it at first when you first got up from the couch. You looked around the kitchen, seeing if you had any napkins or something to wipe it off. "Shit, I ain't got nothing to wipe off."

You swore his eyes lit up a little when you said that. He licked his lips a little bit. "I can wipe it off, I probably got something for it." he said, walking a little closer to you. You got slightly confused, wondering why he was walking so 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. You know he was walking closer to give you whatever to wipe yourself off or something but he was 𝘵𝘰𝘰 close. You gulped softly, you guys just staring at each other as he out both his hands on the side of you. "You just..gonna look at me or..? "

You were slightly hesitant, he chuckled as he scratched his small beard on his chin. You didn't understand what was funny and why he was close, you started to be a little skeptical. "Nah, but I got you for real. " You were about to say something..until you were interrupted by a wet tongue licking your cleavage, licking all the whipped cream that was on your chest. You didn't know how to feel at the moment, but you were stunt. He stared up at you, sucking softly on your soft skin. You softly moaned, realizing how sensitive your chest was at the moment.

"Cute sound, didn't know a girl like you could make such noise." he commented, laughing a bit as he continued licking and sucking. Now, he was just doing this for fun. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you more to the edge of the counter. More soft moans and whimpers escaped your chapped lips as you ran you hands through his dreads. "Wait, Brian. There's people in the living room, they could hear us." You warned him while tugging at his air to pull him away.

He smirked, looking up at you at he stopped for the moment. "Well, I guess you should keep quiet so they don't hear you. Right, ma?" He told you as he softly pulled the hem of your T-shirt down, exposing your breasts as they bounced a little bit. Your nipples started to harden from the cold air as you felt submissive at the moment. He started sucking on your nipples, swirling his pierced tongue around them.

You moaned, gripping his hair but not tugging at it. You arched your back softly, biting your bottom lip so you won't moan too loud to let the other know what you're doing with your '𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'. "Shit, you're making me so hard, girl." He told him as he let you waist go and started fumbling with your breasts, sucking one and rubbing the other.

He stopped, pulling his mouth away as a soft 'pop' left his mouth as he did so. "Shit, who knew you could taste so sweet." You cleared your throat softly, breathing heavily as you started feeling your cunt slick up. He started fumbling with his jeans, not pulling then all the way down but down enough to see his boxers and see how hard and bricked up he was. He pulled his cock from his boxers, fapping it a little bit. Small squelching sounds being heard as he stroked himself with his precum. It was long, probably around..8 1/2 inches? Probably longer..

"How about we see how much of my dick can fit in your little cunt, yea?"

Y'all did I eat this up? I might make a part two since I enjoyed writing this 🤷🏾‍♀️, we'll see !

[banquetwriter]

Hi! Are you doing requests? If so, could you please do a softdom!Ron x sub!reader? And if at all possible, could he call the reader puppy, or pup? 🥺

୨୧ Puppy days ୨୧

pairing: Ron Weasley♡︎Fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡, 

summary: ʚ After late-night quidditch practice, Ron gives his little puppy some love ɞ

words: 880

AN: No I'm not gonna talk about how this request is from APRIL OF 2022. Ahem, deepest apologies anonny <3

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Ron was sore and agitated. He stepped out of the boy's locker rooms. “See you later guys!” Dean called back to Harry and Ron. A few more goodbyes were shared, as the captain and seeker of the team left for their common room. “You gonna stay with y/n tonight?” Harry asked, walking up to the fat lady. “Oi, what are you lads doing out this late?” she asked, appalled. “Quidditch," Ron shot back. He was tired and just wanted to go lay down. 

“Oh good lord,’ she mumbled. “Password?” she asked, yawning afterwards. “Mimbulus mimbletonia," Ron sighed. The common room door swung open. “I think so mate. Haven’t been with her much this week with the positions test and all. She’s been studying,” Ron said, plopping down on the couch. Harry nodded. “What about you? I expect you have some very nice words to say to my sister right about now," Ron said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Shut up," Harry jabbed, sitting on the arm of the couch. “She is at a sleepover and besides, I’ve been studying for that test, Ron. I just wanna sleep s-so, fuck off mate,” Harry said, shaking his head, sitting up off the couch, and walking off to his room. 

“It was a fucking joke,” Ron mumbled. He let out a deep sigh, watching the fire crinkle and crack. It was early January and school had just started back up again. Ron would give almost anything to go back to Christmas vacation. Sitting alone in the common room. y/n snuggled on his chest. The fire going. It was a blissful silence. 

But it was time for him to go up to his room. Well, it was technically y/n’s room. She was the prefect that got her room to herself. He sighed. He needed a shower, but he was so exhausted… ‘No, a shower is what I need tonight,’ Ron thought. He entered the room to see his sleeping girlfriend cuddled up in his clothes. She was fast asleep, snoring. He let a small smile spread on his lips. He set his gear down in the corner of the room.

He quietly trailed to the shower. Scrubbing his body and hair thoroughly. He hated to admit it, but y/n’s hair products always made his hair feel amazing. But he always felt bad when she had to buy more of it because it kept running out so often. He got done with the shower, stepping out, drying his hair, and wrapping the towel around his body.

He heard light and slow pitter-pats leading up to the bathroom. He opened the door to see y/n holding one of her stuffies. “Sweetheart, it’s well past your bedtime pup, watcha’ doin’ up?” he asked, walking up to her. Her eyes hovered over his bare chest, water beads dripping down his stomach. She took a deep breath, managing to look at his eyes. “Just heard something, wanna make sure s’ you,” she said, rubbing her eyes. 

“Tsk tsk, puppy,” he murmured, turning her around, his hands clamped down on her shoulders. “Let's get your cute butt back in bed ok?” he joked, pinching her butt. She let out a whimper and swatted his hand away. He let out a small laugh, helping her climb into bed. He finished drying off his body.

He looked over at y/n, who was staring intently at his dick. “Puppy?” he asked, waving his hand slightly, trying to get her attention. She looked up at him with a small smile. “Sorry, Ronnie, got a little distracted,” she mumbled, slowly bucking her hips forward. 

Ron let a shit-eating grin paint his face. “Yeah, puppy? Distracted huh?” he asked, and dropped the towel, climbing on top of the bed. “Well baby, that's a shame, you were being soo good for me too. Now look at you, staying up past bedtime, 'n staring at my dick. Not how proper girls act at all, huh?” he asked. He made his way up to the bed where he had both of his arms over her. 

But she didn’t answer. She just sat there. Her breaths were bigger and deeper. “Oh puppy, let's not be even more of a brat. Just answer me, ok?” he whispered, getting closer to her face. But still, she couldn't answer. “Y/n, answer me,” he said in a low voice. He had positioned himself close to her face, his red hair tickling the side of her face. y/n let out a small giggle as his hair moved along her cheek. “Oh, now you're giggling, huh?” He let his face hover over hers.

“I’m sorry, Ronnie! Just so tired, and I missed you lots this week,” she mumbled, turning over. “That's alright baby. I will let it go tonight, ok?” he mumbled, standing back up, reaching for his boxers. “That sounds alright to me," he heard her mumble, already falling asleep again.

Ron pulled his boxers on, moving the blanket so he could slip under it, lifting the other side for his beloved, who immediately darted to his chest. “I love you too,” he mumbled under his breath, giving her a small kiss on the top of her head. “Good night Ronnie," she let out through a whine. “Goodnight pup.”

[geombyu]

warm. ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader — fluff | wordcount: 0.2k

The rain went pitter-patter as it hit the roof of your house repeatedly. Inside your room, the sound is a lot fainter, but outside it's loud. It's been raining almost non-stop all week—this makes you wonder why the clouds are upset.

You put your headphones on, but the sound of the rain slips through them. It's almost comforting, as you wrapped the blanket around you, providing you warmth on a cold, dreary day.

You can't help but think about Wakatoshi as the blanket engulfed you. You felt warm, and his touch was warm. His presence was warm; his love was warm.

It took a while for him to warm up to you, thinking back to the early days of knowing him, he was very distant. You chuckle at the thought of it when you compare the Toshi you knew before to the Toshi you know now.

He was always polite, but he always made sure to put distance between the both of you. I mean, you were only classmates, after all, but you were always interested in him. He was the ace of a skilled volleyball team—the ace of a powerhouse. Feared by many.

He was a very skilled player, yet most of your classmates knew not much about him.

You wanted to know more about him.

Falling in love with him felt just like how you feel right now. Cozy, warm, at home.

You're glad he let you in his heart.

Smiling, you call his number. You can't wait to tell him how much you love him, although he's probably heard it a thousand times in that day alone.

© geombyu

a/n: i think i used the word warm too much 😭 but anyways this was inspired by this @/saksukei toshi fic! actually not exactly but reading that made me want to write smthng for toshi! + i was still awake at 5am and the atmosphere jus hits diff at 5am so i had to write smthng

[greetingfromthedead]

Pitter-Patter (Dad!Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: Vash feels like one more kid is a great idea and that's when the chaos begins, turning your whole life upside down once again.

Series: [prequel - Wedding Bells], [Part 1 - Little Feet], [Part 2 - Pitter-Patter]

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Rating: Everyone

Tags: no use of "y/n", post-Trimax (no major spoilers), domestic fluff, happy ending, pregnancy, children, babies, family fluff, cooking, parenting, happy marriage

Word count: 2.1k

Author's Note: Shows up at @jellys-compendium's house in a white van and another dad!Vash fic. It has been in the making for soooo long and it didn't quite work out like I wanted it to (caused me massive writer's block too cause I kept pushing it), but I hope all the readers get at least some joy from this.

"What about one more?" Vash nuzzles his face against your neck.

"You think we aren't outnumbered enough already?" you say with amusement as your fingers tangle into his messy black hair. He chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling your skin. "You really want to be in a 2 to 1 situation?"

"Our girls are so good! They are so big already, and our littlest sprout will start running around soon too!" His hands wrap tightly around you as he holds you close. "Wouldn't it be the perfect time? To have another baby?"

"Well," you hesitate, "you are great with all of them. You are the world's best dad and the greatest husband anyone could ever wish for. If anyone could handle it, then it is together with you."

"Really?" His eyes glimmer as he pulls back to look at you. The man who used to be alone, running from his shadow of death, now has a family and a home to call his own. And it makes him happier than he ever imagined himself to be.

"We better get started then," you smirk, and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

You let out a deep sigh as your little boy wouldn't settle into his crib, no matter what tricks you pulled. The exhaustion is getting to you, and you simply give up, taking the sprout into your own bed to finally get some rest. Vash opens his eyes, still half asleep, to look at you putting down the child next to him before climbing into bed too. Vash's hand reaches out to gently stroke the baby's forehead, feeling the softness of their skin under his calloused touch.

"I don't know why he is so fussy today. Maybe it's the heat; it's getting to me too." You speak softly as you make sure everything looks safe. The baby's eyes droop, finally succumbing to sleep.

"You can leave the night shift to me. It's okay; you need your rest." Vash whispers.

"I'm fine. You need rest too; you're a lot more human now, and that means you need to sleep. You can't roughhouse with the kids all day and then be up half the night on top of that. We share the responsibility. We're a team. And don't forget: I have done this three times now already, so it's alright." You reach out your arm over the baby and stroke Vash's cheek softly with your fingers. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, a small smile playing on his lips. He doesn't even look as his hand reaches for your swollen belly, gently stroking your skin.

You don't exactly know when you fell asleep, but Vash is woken up by the little creak of your bedroom door. He raises his head and sees your younger daughter at the door. She pouts and rubs her eye with her fist, a stuffed animal hanging from her free hand.

"What's wrong, sweety?" Vash whispers.

"I had a bad dream." She looks so defeated and sad. "Can I sleep here tonight?"

"Oh sweetheart. Come here, but be careful; your brother and mommy are asleep." Vash scoots a bit more towards the center of the bed, where the baby sleeps with his arms and legs sprawled out in every direction. Vash reaches out his arm to invite the little girl into his embrace. She climbs into bed and snuggles up against Vash, who keeps his arm around her protectively so she won't roll off the mattress. She smiles and drifts off to sleep, feeling safe and loved. Vash smiles at the girl in his embrace. He knows too well what it means to be haunted by nightmares, and if there is anything he can do to make her feel better, he will. His heart is so full of love for his family, his gorgeous wife, and his wonderful children. Tears prickle at his eyes as he thinks about the life he leads now and how grateful he is for it. With such thoughts, he falls back asleep, knowing that he is truly blessed.

You open your eyes in the morning. After a moment to get oriented again, you look over towards your baby and husband. The little boy lays in bed like a starfish, the pacifier barely hanging from the corner of his mouth. Behind him, Vash lays on his back in a similar manner, his left hand under his head, the right one supporting your daughter, who has climbed onto his chest and is sprawled out. They both sleep with their mouths open, and you are surprised they aren't snoring.

You stifle a little chuckle as you settle in better and look at them with half closed eyes, enjoying the moment and your family.

"Mom?" a quiet voice asks by your door, and you see your older daughter, "I was wondering where everyone had disappeared to."

"Morning, sweetheart!" You smile and reach out your hand as an invitation. She quietly walks over and sits on the bed, taking your hand. You shift a bit more to make room for her, and you pull her closer to put her head on your shoulder.

"Mom!" she protests quietly in a more whiny manner, but makes no attempt to move away.

You should have guessed that peace only lasts so long. Soon enough, the baby boy kicks Vash in the ribs, who jolts awake with a start and disturbs the girl on top of him too. This opens the floodgates to chatter that stirs the baby in the middle of the bed. To your surprise, he doesn't immediately start making a huge ruckus, seemingly distracted by the presence of his sisters.

You sit up on the bed and lean into some pillows to be more comfortable and take in the sweet moment of your family all together in your bed. The little girl plops down, off her dad, and settles next to her brother to press her ear on your baby bump.

"I can hear!" she exclaims without elaborating further, her eyes lighting up. The little boy decides to copy her, and you suddenly have two kids sticking to you.

"Dad always talked to mom's belly while she was expecting both of you," the older girl says, as she is old enough to remember your last pregnancies.

"And he did the same with you too." You ruffle your daughter's hair, and she too gently lays her head on your belly.

"HELLOOOO!!!" the younger girl suddenly shouts at your bump.

"Gently, gently." Vash says softly as you turn your face away to hide your giggle, even though your body betrays you by shaking.

Vash scoots closer too, his left arm reaching to pull you closer, sandwiching your youngest children between the two of you. The children squirm and giggle, their excitement palpable in the warm afternoon air.

"Let's have one more, he said. It will be fine, he said." You sigh heavily with your arms on your hips. "As I said before… I am blaming you for this."

"I'm sorry," Vash says quietly while looking like a soaked puppy.

"Well, I guess I am not blameless. I let my guard down," you say, looking up at the ceiling. "I should have known better and considered the risk, but here we are."

"It's going to work out," he says, sounding hopeful. "We're all home again, safe and sound."

"Your boundless optimism is truly inspiring," you say sarcastically. "This is only the beginning, or have you already forgotten?"

"I have not…" he says, sounding defeated.

"Then let's enjoy this while they sleep. Cause if one of them is up, everyone is up. One baby and a toddler would have been manageable, but four children in diapers? That's a different story altogether. We better go." You look down again at the newborn triplets in their cribs before taking Vash's hand and leading him out of the room.

The chaos in your house has only just started. Whatever you believed was "out of hand" before only got dwarfed by what awaited you now. Balancing the babies and the older children and making sure nobody feels left behind is no easy task, but Vash is just as determined to be a good dad as he has always been. You still make a great team, but now it's just chasing around children instead of bandits and reloading milk bottles instead of weapons. And it's a chaotic, messy, beautiful adventure that you wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

Vash often volunteers to be the designated storyteller, spinning tales of your daring escapades to both the more and less captivated members of his audience. He held all three of the triplets on his chest without complaint when they wouldn't settle for a nap in any other way. He always cradled the baby heap with a smile on his lips, and he looked like the happiest man in the world despite the countless sleepless nights.

Vash loves being a dad. He adores all his children. He likes running around with the girls, playing ball, or engaging in pretend games. He loves teaching them all he knows and watching them grow and learn. He loves the toddler, who constantly clings to his legs and blabbers the day away. He loves the noise and the chaos. He takes in every moment and cherishes it, even if it includes screaming, crying, and dirty diapers.

You can trust him fully and have full confidence in him. Often, he has already announced, "I've got it!" and run off to tend to the kids before you can even truly react to the noises of dissatisfaction. Neither of you could handle the chaos without the other, and Vash never misses an opportunity to tell you just how much he loves and appreciates you. He often brings you little gifts when he goes to the market or if he finds something you would like out and about. He brings little treats and nick-knacks to show you how much he cares. You have a whole collection of shiny rocks and little figurines and books he has brought for you on a high shelf, away from little grabby hands that want to put everything into their mouths. The shelf is a reminder of the love he expresses in small gestures.

The older kids like to flock to you as soon as you're in the kitchen for a taste of what you're cooking. You often have the girls helping you out while the little boy sits in his highchair, watching with wide eyes and a smile, ready to wreak havoc as soon as something gets within grabbing distance. He's the perfect blend of adorable and mischievous. He reminds you a lot of Vash, more and more each day. You really shouldn't be surprised by that, but each time that realization makes you smile.

Baking cookies has become a weekly tradition. The girls are always eager to help as you try out different recipes and experiment with new flavors. They shift the flour and mix the ingredients with purpose and grand focus while you take on any jobs requiring chopping or the use of an oven. Vash is looking over the littlest babies to make sure your small space doesn't get dangerously crowded. You've just put the tray in the oven to bake as you turn to the older boy, who dozed off on the highchair because the preparations ate into his nap time. You pick the child up and leave the girls in charge of watching the cookies as you go to put your son to bed.

From your bedroom, you start hearing babbling and a smirk appears at the sound. You have no issues with putting the kid in his crib, and you turn to peek in from the crack in your own room's door. Vash kneels by the bed, his elbows resting on the mattress. The left hand supports his cheek, and the right one dances across the tummies of the triplet boys who lay in a row in front of him. He makes little noises at the babies, and they blabber back in turn. They seem to be having an engaging conversation as the expressions on the children switch from furrowed brows to glee and back. The babies kick their legs excitedly in response to your husband's voice saying something incoherent but clearly amusing to them. None of the four chatterboxes notice your presence by the door, and you retreat with a wide smile on your face. You go back to your girls, but before you reach the kitchen, you start to hear soft singing coming from the bedroom. Something about skipping cats and hopping dogs.

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[fixfoxnox]

I've come to drop more of the poly 141 kiss jar idea, these things were sent through discord first so shout out to everyone who helped rant about it with me.

In case you aren't aware, the base idea is that Roach starts a kiss jar to help the 141 fund their dates. For every dollar they put into the jar he gives them a kiss. Now then:

If Roach puts money in the jar he gets to choose who he wants to kiss so at random times Price will be sitting at his desk and the door to his office will just open ominously and he'll look up just to watch Roach drop a dollar into the jar. Or Ghost will be like training recruits or something and Roach will ask one of them for a dollar and the poor recruits (thinking its an initiation ritual or something) will give him one so he can immediately drop it into the jar then go get a kiss from Ghost. He often gets gaz with like big dollars while he's training and he always waits for the right moment. So Gaz will like start doing pushups or something and as soon as he does theres just a pitter patter of footsteps followed by a twenty dollar bill being dropped into the jar and Roach sliding under where he'd doing pushups for one of those like couple exercise type things (except roach literally just lays there to get kissed). Soap's is always like a drive by where he doesn't even have time to think about Roach just appears out of nowhere like a magician to drop a dollar in the jar and like slam a kiss onto him with brokeback mountain strength

I feel like Price (surprisingly) contributes the most to the jar just because when he puts money in its always like a twenty dollar bill or like a fifty dollar bill. Ghost and Soap put in the most like just straight up one dollar bills the most often. Like they end up putting in at least ten to twenty a day each in one dollar bills just because they like to spread it out (their banks 100% think they are frequent guests at a strip club). Gaz has a healthy middle ground where he will usually put in like a ten and he always does it at the end of the day so all the other boys have to watch him get kisses (which in turn causes them to all put more money into the jar) (There have been money fights of them trying to be the last one to kiss Roach at the end of the day).

Price only apologizes for his high dollar amounts on like specific occasions where like he wants fewer kisses, but doesn't have the smaller bills so Roach has to make change for him out of the jar

Roach thinks its hilarious every time but Price is always nervous and feels bad about it because he's worried Roach will be upset he doesn't want twenty-fifty kisses.

Most of the time though he's very proud of his high dollar amounts and like will specifically call Roach to his office to drop a fifty into the jar and just make Roach stay there kissing him for the next like hour sjdjdjndjf

Someone outside of the team tried to put a dollar into the jar one time and Soap has to be held back from fighting them. Price doesn't try to fight them but he does put the fear of God into them.

And at one point some stupid recruits probably try to start a game of trying to see who can sneak a dollar into the jar without the 141 noticing so they can "claim" a kiss from Roach.

The game lasts three hours before all of the recruits have to be transferred to a different base and laswell is calling her wife to explain to her that this is why she smokes

[writing-house-of-m]

Welcome to the Team

Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Jeff the landshark

Summary: Jeff meets the team

A/N: Here is part 2 of my Jeff AU. In celebration of today being a year since I first posted a fic there will be a double bill of Jeff! The final 1 year celebration request includes Jeff too so you can expect that later on. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this part, it's practically a crack!fic 😂

It is unusual for everyone to be sitting in the lounge area on a random Friday afternoon. But you have put it off for long enough so it is time to finally rip off the band-aid.

You are standing facing the group of heroes who are all looking at you expectedly with Wanda standing right behind you. You look over your shoulder and see her give you an encouraging smile, waiting for you to start talking.

Taking a breath, you begin. "Okay. I know you're all wondering why we've asked you here today." And before you can get anywhere the Avengers must think this is the cue to start a guessing game.

"Wanda's pregnant!" Tony exclaims.

Some of the quicker thinkers widen their eyes and reflexively look at you.

You point at him to quickly shut down the thought, "No."

"Really? There have been some weird noises coming from your room lately," Sam thinks aloud.

Once again you are stopped before you can comment.

"You're moving out together?" Bucky asks.

You're about to decline the accusation but then they all come flooding in.

"You finally proposed?" Natasha questions.

"Wanda proposed?" Steve opposes.

"Oh wow, I really thought it would be you to pop the question, Y/n. What a twist," Carol, who you don't even know why she is here, says.

"You got a dog?" Peter speaks with a hopeful look in his eye.

"A cat maybe?" Bucky decides to add his own input. Along with Bruce who follows with, "Perhaps a rabbit?"

You turn to see Wanda amused by the whole thing. Turning back around, you have to raise your voice to be heard, "QUIET!" This manages to restore some order to the meeting you called.

"Thank you," you relax. "None of you are right. Actually I guess Peter, Bucky and Bruce were close."

You see Peter raise his hand for a fist bump but Bruce mistakes it for a high five so it turns into an awkward closed hand around a fist situation. Bucky is too far from either of them to celebrate the small victory.

"There is a new addition to the compound, his name is Jeff," you announce.

"Who names a hamster 'Jeff'?" Peter asks.

"No way, it's going to be a parrot. Or some kind of bird right?" Clint 'The Hawkeye' Barton guesses.

Once again this starts off a new guessing game - What animal could it be?

"Monkey," "Raccoon," "Fox," "Guinea pig," "Chameleon," "Duck!"

You begin to question your life choices, how did you ever end up in this situation? Maybe you should have set this gathering up like a game show at least then it might have been fun for you too.

Instead of stopping them this time you take a seat until they hopefully tire themselves out.

"No, no. From the noises I heard it's definitely a goat," Sam remarks.

You decide it's hopeless when the discussion doesn't look like it will cease. Giving up the waiting game you nod your head to Wanda rolling your eyes, you can tell she is holding in her laughter for your sake.

She leaves the area and after a few moments she returns with Jeff. It is only when the pitter patter sound of footsteps close in do they realise you are no longer standing directly in front of them. Instead you are next to Wanda with a new being between you.

You could hear a pin drop now that everyone's gazes are fixed to the little guy.

"Everybody, this is Jeff," you introduce your new roommate.

The attention seems to make Jeff nervous, you don't know if he has ever had this many eyes on him. Possibly when he was captive in the lab. You realise this could be traumatic for him so you guide him to step behind you.

His two front feet grip your leg as he peers round to see everyone still looking at him.

Wanda sits on the floor close to him with a hand resting on the fin on his back. "It's okay Jeff, they're all friendly," she reassures him.

"Is that a fish with legs?" Clint asks, "Oh man, I was way off."

"He's a shark," you say matter-of-factly. When you see everyone's expression change to a worried or frightened one you clarify further in hopes to calm their nerves. "A landshark!"

It doesn't work.

"Y/n, what the hell is a landshark? You better start explaining and fast," Natasha all but threatens you. You can see one of her hands has disappeared behind her back meaning she is defensively readying a knife behind her.

"He's not harmful, he's really friendly," you say. Then you remember some things you have read about sharks so are quick to add, "Also sharks are misconstrued as being vicious when they're actually not. They get a bad rep even though they're basically puppies of the ocean. Did you know, more people are killed each year by coconu-"

"Y/n!" Natasha interrupts.

"Right," you say, gathering your thoughts and glancing down at him. "He's nice and friendly and really playful. A bit of a clutz too. We've had him hidden in our room for about two weeks now."

This seems to bring Tony's attention away from the shark to you, "Oh really? And you didn't think to mention this to the person who pays for everything around here?"

"We were going to tell you after the first night he stayed but didn't bother because we didn't think he would be here for this long. Dr Cho was trying to get a specialist in to take a look at him but there were delays," Wanda momentarily takes over for you.

"Oh, so Cho knows. That's great," Tony comments sarcastically, "as well as the specialist, right?"

"Yes. Plus two others who work with the specialist," you add much to Tony's dismay.

Jeff seems to be a bit more comfortable because he has come out from behind you. He tugs on your pant leg wanting to be picked up by you so you oblige and feedback to the group what you have found out so far.

"They finally looked him over a couple of days ago. No one knows where he has come from or why he looks the way he does. The working theory is that he was experimented on which fits with what Wanda saw in a flash the first time she came in contact with him."

Jeff starts squirming in your arms so you nod to Wanda to continue while you try to settle Jeff by whispering words of affirmation to him. Telling him none of these people will hurt him as you rub up and down his back.

"From the tests and interacting with him so far he seems to be able to understand us and in addition to being able to breathe air he can breathe underwater too. The more time we spend with him the easier it has been to communicate," Wanda finishes, while she scratches under Jeff's chin which helps calm his nerves.

Everyone looks on in silence as Jeff pulls away from you slightly. You speak in a low tone asking if he wants to say hi to the team. Which, reluctantly, he agrees to.

There is a strong bond between you, even if it hasn't been too long since you found him, so he knows he can trust anyone you want to introduce him to.

You go to place him on the ground but he whines a little while clutching your shirt. Instead, you stand back up and he turns in your arms facing the expecting crowd.

He raises his little hand in a wave speaking in a small voice, "Mrr."

In a second everybody's eyes soften and you hear a collective 'aww' sound out.

Maybe you should have started with this.

They are all about to rush over but you stop them from doing so with a hand out in front of you while taking a step back. Wanda moves swiftly standing between the incoming horde and Jeff.

"One at a time," she requests.

Peter makes his way over first and greets Jeff introducing himself.

It definitely must be a sight, all of this.

A young couple holding a shark as if he is a baby. It is only inevitable that someone asks, "So, is Jeff like your child then?"

And of course that person has to be Natasha.

…

The Jeff you are looking at now is unrecognisable to the Jeff from half an hour ago. He has lossened right up.

After everyone introduced themselves Peter decided to show Jeff his web slingers and, against yours and Wanda's wishes, hung Jeff upside down from the ceiling. The excited noise and wide smile was enough to make you step back. But not too far back just enough, in case you needed to catch him.

After that he spent some time with Carol who showed him a glowing fist. Natasha smirked at Wanda and you as she twirled a knife around her fingers, Bucky doing the same which turned into a contest.

When they weren't looking you picked him up and moved him away from the crazy movements.

As the only member with kids Clint simply spoke to him like he was a baby, Steve said he didn't have any tricks for him but maybe one day he would show Jeff his shield. Sam asked Jeff if he wanted to pet Redwing which he happily did.

Even now Tony has been playing tricks with him, making a coin disappear then reappear from behind Jeff's ear. He had to borrow a coin from someone first, it would have been more surprising if Tony had any small change on his person to begin with.

Next is Bruce who tells Jeff there is someone else he should meet then transforms into the Hulk. Jeff looks at the green giant in wonder then puts his arms up to be picked up so he can be the tallest in the room. When Hulk sees Jeff he crouches down so he is eye level with Jeff, sniffing and surveying him. He chuckles, calls Jeff 'a puny baby' then picks him up and places the landshark on his head.

Shortly after everyone takes their leave. Clint is on his way home to his family, Natasha goes to train with Bucky following behind her. A Hulk-less Bruce returns to the lab with Tony. Steve, Sam and Carol are discussing a mission they are assigned to lead and Peter says he has some homework he needs to finish.

"What a day huh Jeff?" You breathe out, exhausted. Jeff looks at you like a small child while trotting around, jumping on the couches and back onto the floor excited about all the new friends he has made.

"I think Jeff is going to be just fine here," Wanda says to you as you both watch him, side by side.

"Hello good people of Earth!" You hear a familiar loud voice sound from the entrance disturbing your peace. And when he makes it in front of you, he is his usual happy self.

"Hi Thor... What are you doing here?" You ask, confused.

"I'm here for the meeting, of course," Thor says in his cheery voice.

"I didn't know you were on the mailing list," you say a little tiredly trying to think back to the email you sent out.

"I didn't know he knew how to check his email," you hear Wanda's side comment next to you.

"Well, I am the strongest Avenger after all," Thor boasts, "I should be here for all the little talks and what nots."

"Right," you say a little unsurely. "Err, the meeting is over now but it was to introduce a new resident to the compound."

You see him spot Jeff who peeks his head over the backrest between you and Wanda. He is looking at Thor in awe with his mouth agape much like he did when he saw Hulk.

As he climbs over the back rest you stand and Jeff stands next to you in front of Thor his head tilting back as he trails his eyes upwards from the hammer Thor is holding to his face.

"This is Jeff," Wanda says.

"Jeff the landshark," you add.

Thor has seen plenty of creatures in his lifetime so it's no surprise he doesn't react in a negative way. "Oh, how wonderful! Welcome to the team, little landshark!" Thor's voice booms excitedly.

You don't get a chance to tell Thor that Jeff is not a part of the team, only that he is staying with you in the compound because, before you know it, he lifts Jeff onto his shoulder and walks away with him.

Sighing heavily you place your hands on your hips when you hear Thor talking about a battle, going into excruciating details about how he killed a group of enemies. You are a little wary of how Jeff is going to respond to the gory details of war.

Wanda stands and moves behind you. She wraps her arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. "He-" Wanda was about to say something but is cut off short when you both hear an excited squeal from Jeff in the distance so she rests her chin and giggles against you instead.

"I was going to say he's going to love whatever story Thor brings up, but that's kind of obvious now," she says, smiling into your shoulder.

You sigh again, "I know. But now he's going to want us to talk about all the fights we've endured and I don't think it's good for him."

Next, you hear some scuffling making you cringe because it sounds as though some equipment has fallen and crashed to the ground. Not long later you hear the sound of fast little footsteps making their way in your direction.

Then you hear Thor shout, "JEFF! GIVE THAT BACK."

Well this can't be good.

Before you can move from your spot Jeff runs past you with Mjolnir clutched in his mouth. Wanda has stepped beside you and when you glance at each other you see she holds the same shocked expression as you.

You both then turn to see Jeff's figure running out of the entrance doors. Wanda is clearly amused but you speak aloud the question on your mind, "How is he worthy and I'm not?" You ask, insulted.

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with your hair, "It's okay honey, you don't need a hammer telling you anything I don't already know."

She is leaning in to kiss you but a new voice enters your ears.

"Sestra! Come look! There's a dog in a shark costume out here!" Pietro exclaims, "And he's holding a fake hammer too!"

It is official.

Jeff has met the whole team.

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𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 ~ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 { 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 }

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟖𝟕𝟎

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤! 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐯𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰.𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐨, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐳𝐲

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The rumbling of thunder and the quiet pitter patter of raindrops was heard throughout the Gryffindor common room: a place that most students resided in on a gloomy Saturday such as this one. Some found comfort around the warm crackling fireplace with a book in hand, while others lay in their dorms, completely miserable that their precious day off was ruined by the weather. 

You, however, were doing none of the above. Your best friend Lily Evans had dragged you off to the quidditch pitch with her so that she could watch her boyfriend practice with the rest of the team. Being the good friend that you were, you agreed despite the dark looming clouds.

By the time you sat in the stands, the rain had started pouring down on all of you. The captain refused to let the team call it a day, which meant that Lily refused to go back inside. You didn’t want to leave her on her own, so you reluctantly stayed by her side, holding up an umbrella in one hand and a book in the other. 

During the break, Lily headed down to see James, leaving you with some peace and quiet. You loved her to death, but that girl would go on about her boyfriend for hours if you let her. You could hear the team chatting below, but the heavy rain and strong winds were drowning out a lot of the sound. 

Those same strong winds caused your umbrella to fly out of your hand and hit a boy sitting nearby right in the face. You hadn’t even noticed his presence until now. He was also reading, and your umbrella smacked his book right out of his hands, along with a bunch of loose papers. You gasped at the sight, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry!” You shoved your own book into your bag, rushing over to help pick up the fallen papers. The wind was picking up most of the pages, causing them to fly out of reach. The boy was sitting there, a bit stunned at what just happened. He watched his papers fly away, though his expression was strangely calm for the situation he was in.

You reached out to hand him whatever papers you were able to save, only then getting a good look at his face. “Lupin! I’m so sorry, truly. The wind- it just came out of nowhere and swept the umbrella out of my hands.”

He took the papers, offering you a warm smile. “It’s alright, accidents happen. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I really hope those papers weren’t important. Were they? You asked, sitting next to him. Despite only being exposed to the rain for a few moments, the rain had thoroughly drenched you in a matter of seconds.

He shuffled closer to you, sharing his own umbrella with you and shaking his head. “Just notes for an exam. I can rewrite them.” 

“That makes me feel so much worse. Notes for an exam are important.” You grimaced, shaking your head in embarrassment. 

“Really, it's no trouble. Though I’m wondering what you’re doing out here, especially on such a rainy day. I saw you with Lily, so I’m assuming she brought you along with her. James and Sirius always force me to come too. I know you aren’t usually at these practices, and you don’t come to many matches either.” He tucked his book and the remaining papers into his bag.

“She begged me to come with her. Otherwise I’d be comfortably enjoying the warmth of my bed right now. But here I am, now soaking wet and shivering because I’m such a great friend.”

“How rude of me. Here, hold this for me?” He handed the umbrella to you before pulling off his coat.

“You don’t have to do that. Especially after I just smacked you in the face with my umbrella.” 

“Nonsense. You’ll catch a cold.” He stated, placing his jacket on your shoulders for some extra warmth before taking the umbrella back.

“I appreciate it, thank you.” You smiled, putting your arms through the sleeves and wrapping the front around yourself. As you inhaled, the smell of cinnamon, parchment, and a distant hint of chocolate filled your nostrils. 

“Have some tea. Surely it’ll warm you up.” He reached into his bag, pulling out a warm thermos. He opened it up, offering it to you. It smelt strongly of cinnamon, and the steam emanating from the top was enticing enough for you to accept it. You sipped it carefully, allowing the warmth of it to settle the chills running through your body.

“You’re too kind, Lupin.” 

“Please, just call me Remus.” He smiled at you, before returning his gaze to the field. It seemed as though practice was resuming, but Lily was still nowhere to be found. “I don’t see James.” He spoke again.

“I don’t see Lily, either. How much would you like to bet they’ve run off somewhere together for a quick snog?”

“Although he’s the team captain, I wouldn’t be surprised at all. He probably told them to get started without him.” He chuckled.

“If they can ditch the practice that we were coerced into coming to, why can’t we?” You inquired, looking at him.

“I suppose you’re right. I do fancy a warm butterbeer right now. Shall we?”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨