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joaquinwhorres · 3 years

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Blank Out (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

SUMMARY ››››› Bucky Barnes has a list of names–amends he needs to make. When he gets to yours, he finds the amends process a bit more…difficult than it should be.

WORD COUNT ››››› 1,700-ish

WARNINGS ››››› language

A/N ››››› Oh hey, look at me jumping on that Falcon and the Winter Soldier trend. This is the Y/N version of my OC fic. Exactly the same but for people who prefer Y/N. Lemme know if you want to join the tag list!

Bucky stood outside of the door, staring at the wreath of brightly colored fabric leaves, a small wooden sign hanging in the center with the words Give Thanks looping across it.

He doubted there was going to be much thankfulness for him on the other side of the door.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

This was supposed to be getting easier. Dr. Raynor told him it would get easier.

But for someone who hated bullshit so much, she really spent far too much time talking out of her ass. Because this wasn't easy.

Easy would be surreptitiously wiring a million dollars into each of their bank accounts from the HYDRA accounts he still had access to.

Easy would be taking out anyone who had been involved in the decision to give him the order.

Easy would be breaking the damn rules.

The rules aren't meant to make your life easy, James. They're meant to disconnect you from the Winter Soldier. That's the whole point of making amends, isn't it?

He'd give anything to get her damn voice out of his head.

Bucky propelled himself up the front porch steps before he could change his mind. Like he had last yesterday.

He rapped on the front door, accidentally knocking the wreath sideways as he went to pull his hand away. Instinctively, he reached out to right it, centering the sign and taking his hands away slowly to avoid a repeat of the situation. Bucky checked over his shoulder, half expecting Sam's stupid little robot to Zoom into view with Sam cackling and making some dumb quip about metal butterfingers. But Redwing wasn't there. The only other person outside was an old man mowing his lawn in a dingy white undershirt and grey sweatshorts. Bucky's lip curled in disgust before turning back to the door--the sound of locks clicking out of place putting him on alert.

"Hello?"

Bucky blinked, his eyes meeting those of the woman before him. Her eyes were striking, pinning him to the spot and pushing all semblance of thought out of his head.

"Can I help you?"

Bucky blinked, nodding at her. Right. He was here for a reason. Not to stand like some teenage boy who'd just seen the girl next door for the first time.

"I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N."

"You found her."

He blanched. "You're Y/N Y/L/N?"

The look of vague curiosity that had been gracing features markedly shifted into a look of annoyance. "Believe it or not, Y/N’s come in all shapes, sizes, and colors."

Fuck this. He needed to get out of here. There was no way he could have this conversation now.

"Still want to talk to me?" She asked, eyebrows arched and arms folded across her chest.

No.

Sam's laughter echoed in his head, as if he'd been here to witness the exchange. And that's why he stayed. Out of spite.

He nodded. "My name is James "Bucky" Barnes and--"

"Wait a second," she held out a hand and raised an eyebrow on him. He did as she asked, stopping mid-sentence with a sinking feeling in his gut. "You're the Bucky Barnes?"

He nodded, resigned to the fact that this was going to be his worst attempt at amends yet. "Yeah."

"Well," she breathed, dropping her arms. "If I'd known I was meeting an Avenger at my door, I might have put on some pants."

His eyes ran down from her face, noticing for the first time that she wore a dressing robe that barely swept the tops of her knees. Her bare knees.

His mouth opened as if he had even the faintest clue how to respond to this and then his jaw moved up and down for a new second as if the motion of talking would bring words. While it didn't muster an apology or some other decent thing to say, he did manage to utter a single word: "Shit."

She snorted at the reaction before smiling for the first time and shaking her head. "If you want to come in and wait, I'll go get changed."

He shook his head. "I can wait out here."

She was still smiling. Probably because she realized he was far more pathetic up close. "Suit yourself, but there's eggs inside."

"I'm good," he said, forcing himself to give a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. She nodded, leaving the door open behind her as she disappeared inside the house--as if he'd change his mind.

He should leave right now. Turn around and come back a different day when he could at least function like a mostly human being. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head.

The quick, sharp sound of pattering bare feet broke his stream of thought, as another girl came to the door, standing before him with her hands on her hips. "We were having breakfast, you know," the girl announced, her voice dripping with sass. "Now we have to wait until she's done talking to you. And I'm starving."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be….not talking to strangers?"

"Shouldn't you be eating breakfast?" she countered.

"It's ten in the morning; I ate already."

"We were supposed to have breakfast an hour ago. But Ravi--"

"Rocio, leave Bucky Barnes alone," Y/N's voice called from elsewhere.

Before he could fully process how odd it was for him to use his name, the little girl's hands dropped from her hips and she stared up at him, mouth agape and eyes comically wide.

"You're Bucky Barnes?" she asked, her small voice awed.

He nodded with a deep sigh and another forced smile.

"What happened to your hair?"

"Got a haircut," he shrugged.

She furrowed her brow at him, her little eyes peering intently at his face. He wasn't sure the last time someone had looked him in the eyes this long. Nobody except Steve had looked him in the eyes since he made it out. The corner of his mouth twitched up. She nodded at him, having composed herself so her little face was serious once more. "I like this better."

"Thanks." He couldn't keep the amusement from his voice. He didn't even really try.

A thought seemed to hit her, lighting up her whole face with excitement. "Wait right here. Don't move. Promise." He nodded again and she raised her eyebrows at him, giving him a stern look.

"I promise," he said, clearly stating each word.

She nodded at him. "Ok. Good." And then she turned and ran into the house, her feet making far more sound than they should for someone of her size.

Y/N reappeared shortly thereafter with a faint smile on her lips, dressed in a copper colored sweater and jeans. "Sorry. You're her favorite."

"She's cute."

What an idiotic thing to say.

"Wish I could take credit," Y/N said, shaking her head. "She's my sister's. I'm just the babysitter on duty."

There were some more sounds of scampering and Rocio was back at the door wearing a long black satin glove, reaching about halfway up her bicep. There were lines streaked across it in gold marker to make it look like it was made of metal plates.

"I made an arm like yours!" she announced, almost whacking Y/N in the stomach as she extended her arm out for him to see.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd seen Halloween costumes for sale and shirts with one of the sleeves modeled after his arm, and pictures of guys with an arm wrapped in tinfoil. All of them had been with his old arm--his silver one with the red star. The arm that belonged to Him. An arm made to invoke fear.

This was the arm of a protector.

She deserved more of a reaction than a small, breathy, "Wow."

"Will you sign it?" Her eyes got even bigger if possible, and Y/N started to shake her head, bending over to talk to the little girl, but Bucky stopped her.

"You got a marker?"

"I'll go find one!" Rocio disappeared again, leaving him and Y/N alone on the doorstep. She was closer this time, and he could hear her talking to herself and rustling through different drawers.

Y/N turned her attention from her niece back onto Bucky. "So, why is Bucky Barnes on my doorstep?"

"I uh--when does your sister get home?" he asked, eyes focused in the direction of Rocio's sounds. He swallowed, tearing his eyes away and back up to hers. "I should probably tell both of you...together."

The playful amusement that had been on her face disappeared as she stared at him, as if trying to see inside his head. Like she would want to see what was inside of his head.

"She'll be here around three."

He nodded, saved from a response by Rocio's re-appearance, waving a silver sharpie in the air. She offered it to him, and he plucked it out of her hand, taking hold of her toothpick of an arm in one hand and signing his name on the inside of her bicep. Where she could hide the signature if she wanted to.

Bucky handed the marker back to her as Rocio held her arm out, trying to catch sight of his name.

"Rocio," Y/N prodded, gently.

"Thank you!" she chirped, before turning and literally skipping back inside. "Ravi--look!"

He liked her.

"That was really kind of you," Y/N said, warmly. "I think you just made her year."

He shrugged.

"Although, I have a feeling that this is all she's going to talk about for the next week," Y/N sighed, shaking her head. "Anyway, Lilly will be back around three if you want to come back then and share whatever secret serious news is it that you need to tell us together." Her voice was teasing, and Bucky's mouth lifted into a smirk.

"I'll be back then."

"Great," she smiled politely. "See you then."

He nodded, wishing her goodbye before turning down the stairs.

So much for getting easier.

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Danger First

Chapter 4

Hiya @pocketramblr

While the other ghosts watched poor Izuku more and more, Yoichi gathered a pile of pillows and beanbags, and a small container of popcorn, then dropped unceremoniously onto the pile, ready to watch a bunch of teens beat the tar out of each other. En noticed this, glanced at him, and did a double-take.

"Since when do you have popcorn? How do you have popcorn? Where did you get it? Have you been holding out on me? Can I have some? I'll fight you!"

"Uh... it isn't real," said Yoichi.

"Neither are we!"

"No, I mean, you can't taste it. Or smell it. It's just a construct. For the aesthetic." Something none of them really bothered with, lately, but Yoichi wanted to put the effort in for Izuku. Even if Izuku probably would never be aware of it.

"But... popcorn..."

"Shhh! It's starting!"

The first round was Kouda and Satou vs Yaoyorzu and Kirishima.

If he had to guess, he'd say Yaoyorozu and Kirishima would win. Yaoyorozu's quirk was perfect for setting up quick and simple barriers and traps, and Kirishima's was good for defense as well.

That wasn't to say Kouda and Satou couldn't win as well... Satou had what seemed to be a fairly powerful strength enhancer, perfect for ripping through hastily constructed defenses, and Izuku didn't know if Kirishima would be able to completely counter him.

Izuku also wasn't entirely sure what Kouda's quirk was. His first guess would have been a physical mutation, given his appearance, but thinking back, it didn't seem like he'd used anything like that during the quirk assessment, so those features were most likely vestigial, like Izuku's hair color, which suggested a less physical quirk. It had to be something that could be applied in combat against robots, though. Izuku was the only one who'd passed without villain points.

So, it could go either way.

He could continue to analyze, but his attention was drawn back to the team he'd be facing. Hagakure and Monoma.

A blush rose up in his cheeks. It had to be Hagakure. He still hadn't apologized for running into her during the entrance exam. Hand to hand against her was going to be tough- he could only hope the support department had given her an invisible costume, and she wasn't... well... uncostumed. Again.

But, beyond that, not being able to see her would be a problem. She could get to the fake bomb without him even noticing.

Monoma would be a challenge, too. Given the number of pocket watches on his costume, Izuku suspected he had a time limit for how long he could copy a quirk. But he had no idea how long that could be, and it could be misdirection, too. Izuku certainly wouldn't want to telegraph a weakness like that if he had that kind of quirk.

Another option could be that he could only hold one quirk copy at a time. That'd be trickier for Izuku to deal with. Either way, he doubted Monoma could permanently hold an unlimited number of quirk copies. Monoma's personality was all wrong for that, and he didn't have Iida's engines anymore- unless he could choose to dump quirks? But why would he do that? Izuku's (formerly) quirkless sensibilities rebelled against the very thought.

He was overthinking this. He'd have to assume that Monoma could come at him with any quirk in the class. So. What would be the most inconvenient? All Might's, except Izuku had All Might's, and Monoma wasn't able to use it.

(Oh, and that could be a problem, couldn't it? Could Monoma be able to tell All Might didn't have a quirk anymore?)

Well, judging from what he was seeing right now, Izuku really didn't want him to take Yaoyorozu's quirk. It was sort of terrifying.

Other scary ones would be Todoroki (he'd launched that ball with a glacier) and Tokoyami (a sentient quirk! So cool!) but he thought Monoma would avoid Shouji and Asui (full body mutations). Other than that... Monoma would probably wait and see who did the best, or which quirk would work best with Hagakure's.

He'd have to take Hagakure's quirk into account, too. What if they both came at him invisibly (and naked)? Izuku would die...

Each battle lasted for up to fifteen minutes, not counting the ten minutes the villain team had to set up. That's how long Izuku had to defend the fake bomb. As the defender, Izuku had another handicap. He only had to fail once to fail entirely...

No. Stop that. This was a school exercise, and All Might wasn't going to expell him. Losing would suck, but he'd be together with half the class on that front. The important thing was learning from the experience. And not getting too hurt.

Right. He returned his gaze to the screen as the match started.

"We're a sentient quirk, too," said Banjo. "Aren't we cool?"

"He doesn't know we're sentient, though," said Yoichi. "Also, he spent like two months straight gushing about how cool One for All was when we were with Eighth. Didn't you get enough?"

Banjo sulked. "It isn't the same."

"Speaking of Monoma," said En, "why didn't you slap his little grabby hands away from One for All yesterday?"

"Because a late bloomer is one thing, but someone confirmed not to have a quirk suddenly having bone-breaking super strength? Yeah. No. Yagi might have beaten my brother, but that doesn't mean everyone who worked for him is gone. Eight never knew about Garaki at all."

"Way to bring down the mood, En," said Banjo, elbowing the younger ghost.

"The mood was already brought down by the fake popcorn."

Izuku wrote furiously in his notebook, trying to record every detail of the match. He pulled one of his gloves off with his teeth to get a better grip on his pencil. He'd need to practice writing with gloves on. He was missing important notes. Speaking of which...

"Can we get copies of these recordings?"

"You should be able to access them through your Ultra Account on the school website!"

Izuku nodded and continued writing. As expected, Kirishima and Satou had gotten into a one on one fight down the hallway from the bomb room. Unexpectedly, however, they had seemed rather hesitant to hit each other. At least, until Satou dumped a packet of white powder (sugar according to All Might) into his mouth and started smacking at Kirishima indiscriminately. Kouda, meanwhile, had sent a small army of mice (animal control! Very cool) at Yaoyorozu, who had responded with mousetraps.

The clock ran out, to the villains' victory.

"It was surprisingly hard to hit someone," admitted Kirishima in the debrief.

"We've been socialized to avoid violence," said All Might, nodding. "Overcoming that hesitation is part of our training. As is when not to use force."

Next up were Kaminari and Sero vs Aoyama and Jirou.

Kaminari entered the building first, quickly engaging Aoyama, who had been directed towards Kaminari by Jirou. That fight got loud quickly. Sero, meanwhile, scaled the outside of the building with his tape.

Kaminari ultimately defeated himself with his own quirk (that was a pretty severe drawback- maybe Kaminari should consider other fighting styles?), which allowed Jirou to hear Sero climbing up the wall. But Aoyama couldn't get back fast enough to prevent Jirou from being captured by Sero.

"I think Kaminari was the MVP," said Izuku. "He did hurt himself, which was bad, but his sacrifice allowed his teammate to safely reach the objective. If he hadn't, um, shorted out...? It would have been better, of course, but..."

Yaoyorozu shook her head. "Sero managed to capture one of the villains and safely reach the bomb. Additionally, he's the one who came up with the plan of attack."

"Ah," said Izuku, "that's- that's true..."

"Regardless, it is a plan that only bore fruit due to teamwork! Excellent work! Jirou, Aoyama, your division of labor was also a good plan, but don't forget the enemies you don't see! Time for our next match!"

This time, Asui and Tokoyami were defending against Todoroki and Uraraka.

"Good luck," Izuku said, waving slightly to Uraraka.

"Thanks!" She gave him two thumbs up as she trailed slightly behind Todoroki. "So," she said, as they walked out through the door, "how are we doing-?"

The door closed. Izuku winced. Surely, they had strategized beforehand...

"Young Todoroki," said All Might, somewhat sternly, "you... that was certainly an impressive display, but even when dealing with real villains, a hero has to be conscious of the damage they may do. A large number of villains are only minor criminals, or even otherwise ordinary citizens having a bad day."

"That's not what the media says," mumbled Todoroki, though he looked pale as medi-bots carried Asui from the scene.

"The media is full of sensationalists. And even if it weren't, Asui isn't a real villain. There is a difference," he said, very gently, "between going beyond and going too far."

All Might paused. Todoroki hunched his shoulders. There was something familiar about his posture, something that made Izuku's stomach knot.

All Might continued. "It was a good strategy. Against another team, or against real villains, it would have been a more than appropriate strategy. In fact, it was even an appropriate strategy in this case, since you didn't know Asui had trouble with cold temperatures. But when you encountered her in the hall and noticed how poorly she was doing, you should have hit the emergency stop button."

Instead of laying down mode ice when Asui struggled to get free, which was what actually happened.

"Why didn't you stop the match?" He didn't sound accusatory. Just flat and resigned.

All Might made a face and gestured to the screens on the wall. About half of them showed static and the rest blurry shades of white and gray. Like the rest of the building, they had been iced over.

Todoroki sighed. "How much trouble am I in?"

"You aren't," replied All Might. "In trouble, that is. As your teacher, this is entirely my responsibility. I shouldn't have set you against Asui or should have gone over safety concerns more clearly..." All Might paused, his face that of someone who knew they weren't getting their point across but didn't quite know what the problem was. "Injuries are inevitable in heroics and hero training, but you don't want to maim your classmates. Or minor villains, really, if you can help it. So... consider this a learning moment."

"But it was just ice," said Kaminari.

"Cold kills people frequently," said All Might. "People lose fingers and toes to frostbite regularly. Again, for anyone but Asui, this level of ice for such a short time period wouldn't have caused lasting damage, but it is something to be mindful of. Does... that make sense, young Todoroki?"

"Yes," said Todoroki, head bowed.

"All right. Young Uraraka, thank you for hitting the emergency stop button. It showed good thinking and good awareness. Young Tokoyami, your decision to hide the bomb in the basement was a good one, complimentary to your quirk."

Izuku glanced over at Monoma. He had a sinking suspicion he knew what quirk he would copy.

After moving to a new building, Iida and Ashido managed to pull a win as heroes from Ojiro and Shouji by melting a hole in the ceiling above the bomb and then jumping through to tag it after Iida confirmed its location with a scouting run. The general consensus of the class was that it was surprisingly clever and out of the box, but that it probably wouldn't have been feasible in real life. Ashido had then sheepishly admitted that she'd come up with the idea after hearing Izuku mumble about it.

This, of course, made Izuku blush. Strawberry would probably bee his nickname from now on.

Better than Deku.

It was his turn to go set up, now.

He was unlikely to be able to beat Hagakure and Monoma at the same time, even if Monoma didn't copy any quirks at all. Assuming they didn't split up, a ridiculous course of action, he'd have to find a way to protect the bomb other than physically defending it.

This was the problem that had been plaguing him all afternoon.

He had to hide it. Then, he either had to hide himself or use his location to steer them away from where the bomb really was. His capture would also lose him the match, so he had to be careful.

He carried the bomb to the top floor. Uraraka's quirk could get them up there, but Izuku didn't think Monoma could handle the nausea. And if he did have a time limit, he wouldn't want to be airborne when it ran out. Sero had demonstrated his quirk could get him up the side of the building, but that had clearly also required a lot of skill in climbing, not just the quirk itself.

Iida's quirk would get Monoma to the top of the building fast, but since he'd have to go room by room... Either way, the top floor would slow them down the most, buy Izuku the most time.

The room he picked was full of prop boxes. Izuku had to rearrange them to completely hide the bomb, and there was a chance Monoma and Hagakure would remember what it looked like before, from the camera feeds, but he hoped they'd overlook it.

He still had time. Next...

The second floor had office equipment in it. Clearly old junk the school didn't mind loosing. Izuku pulled as much of it out into the hallway as he could, his experience from the beach helping him maneuver quickly. He dumped a lot of it into the stairwell. The rest he left in the hallways.

How much time did he have?

Not long.

He ran up the stairs, to the fourth floor, where Ashido had melted a hole in the floor. Here, he had multiple egress points. It would be harder for them to corner him. Also...

He randomly closed half the doors on the floor. He could pretend to be guarding one of them. Delay them. How much longer?

No time at all.

Right on schedule, the air went dry and cold. Izuku, having planned for this, leapt for one of the door frames and held on. A thin layer of ice, not as thick as the one on the floor, crusted over his gloved fingers.

Izuku counted to five, then let his hands slip out of his gloves and dropped to the floor. Then he reached up and tugged his now empty gloves out of the ice.

He inspected the ice momentarily, and tested his ability to move on it. It wasn't as even or as thick as it had been when Todoroki used it, and the surface was a difficult and unpredictable mixture of smooth and rough... but it would become slicker as it melted.

Good. Izuku had predicted this. It made his closed doors and stacked boxes much more formidable obstacles. The ice wouldn't allow doors to open easily, and the boxes would also be reinforced and hard to move.

Izuku was glad for the conversation All Might had with Todoroki. Although it probably hadn't been his intention, the way he had phrased his commentary on Todoroki's freezing strategy had made it seem like an automatic win, given that it wasn't used against someone who'd be seriously injured by it.

Izuku hadn't been sure they'd do it, since it would handicap Hagakure so much. She couldn't walk around on ice barefoot. Unless she had a secondary mutation that made her skin tougher, or less sensitive to temperature- that would be so cool! No, focus, focus.

Monoma wouldn't have Iida's quirk, either with this strategy. Even if was unfamiliar with speed quirks, he would know that high speeds and ice didn't mix... Unless you were a speed skater, Izuku supposed. But Monoma didn't have ice skates- Unless, unless he took Yaoyorozu's quirk and made ice skates. But that would be horribly impractical with this uneven ice, and probably wouldn't work with Iida's quirk at all. So.

He'd probably have Yaoyorozu's quirk anyway. And after that, for this exercise, Jirou's would be the most valuable. With Jirou's quirk, Monoma would be able to locate Izuku quickly.

Another reason to separate himself from the bomb.

They were coming.

He hid himself out of immediate sight, in the room with the hole, on the off chance that Monoma couldn't hold that many quirks.

There was a clatter from the stairwell.

They were coming.

Muffled voices. A louder thump.

"Maybe if you hadn't frozen everything-"

A sort of fwoosh brought an oddly warm breeze and Izuku hissed. Todoroki's quirk must be more than ice. Given his overall appearance... Fire? Izuku was screwed.

Well. Hopefully his precautions would at least get him a good grade.

There were more scrapes and clatters as Hagakure and Monoma forced their way through the stairwell. Then, relative silence.

They were coming.

"I thought you said he was on this floor," said Hagakure, plaintively.

"He must have gotten free," said Monoma.

"Can't you listen for him again?"

There was a pause. Monoma must have responded nonverbally.

"We'll just have to be careful checking everything out," said Hagakure. "The bomb must be on this floor, after all."

Okay. Okay, great, this was good news for Izuku. He eyed the hole in the floor. Part of him really didn't want to jump through. His brain was supplying him with all the things that could go wrong with such a jump. Especially with the layer of ice. Ugh, he should have dragged one of the office desks up underneath it.

Too late now.

Minding his visibility, Izuku crept over to the side of the hole and lowered himself until he was hanging by his finger tips.

It was still a long fall. Monoma and Hagakure's footsteps were growing closer.

He let go.

He tried to hit the ground properly, but his roll turned into a slide, and he hit a wall at a higher speed than he would have liked. Reflexively he grabbed at his left arm. Ow.

He knew this was going to happen.

"He's on the third floor!"

"What?"

"He jumped through Ashido's hole!"

Izuku forced himself to his feet and sprinted towards the stairs. The second floor had more hiding places than the third. At the last minute, something twinged in the back of his mind, and he tried to stop. Tried. The ice made this difficult.

His legs went out from underneath him, and he went skidding down the hallway on his back, taking a mercifully, mercifully, clothed Hagakure out at the ankles. They slid together into the bottom of the stairs descending from the fourth floor, further battering Izuku's poor arm.

He dodged Hagakure's capture tape and briefly considered pulling out his own, but there was Monoma, cautiously coming down the icy stairs.

Icy stairs.

It seemed neither Izuku nor Monoma had fully considered the obstacles that would result from coating a building like this in ice. Todoroki's ability to maneuver easily on this terrain was, in retrospect, a keystone of the 'freeze everything' strategy, not incidental.

He needed to get away.

He pushed Hagakure off of himself (and noted that she was just as muscular as he was) and slid on his knees to the banister. He pulled himself up and slid down the rail, using the ice to his benefit. Using his uninjured arm, he gripped the end of the banister connected to the wall to slingshot himself down the second floor hallway.

... and almost right into a desk he'd half forgotten he'd put there. He dodged it and recovered quickly before scrambling over the other obstacles in the hallway. He came to a scraping halt and tucked himself into the leg well of one of the desks. A convenient bar meant he could keep his feet off the ground and out of sight as well.

Just like hiding from bullies. Only less dangerous and more fun.

How much time was left?

It had taken them about five minutes to get past the desks on the stairs, then maybe two or three to get to the fourth floor? They hadn't been moving quickly, probably because of the ice. Then, they'd been on the fourth floor for another couple of minutes before Izuku dropped to the third, even if it had felt longer to Izuku. The tussle on the third had taken a minute, tops, so he had... Four minutes left? Less, now.

He could win this. He could run out the clock. Maybe it wasn't the most heroic way to win, but he was supposed to be playing the villain, and he hoped Mr. Yagi would be proud of him anyway.

"Show yourself!" called Monoma. "Or I'll freeze you out."

Could he do that? Maybe he had Jirou's quirk at first, but switched to Todoroki's later, and lost access to Jirou's? If only he knew more about how Monoma's quirk worked... It could be a bluff, too. Even if it wasn't, why would he reveal himself? This late in the game, even if he was frozen in place, he could still win.

And winning... it wasn't something he got to do very often.

A buzz signaled the end of the match. "Villains win! Or, rather villain wins? Good job everyone! Come on out for the final debrief."

"MVP, MVP, MVP," chanted Yoichi, Banjo, and En, arms slung around each others' shoulders.

"Our boy is MVP!" cried Banjo.

"You know what this means, of course," said Hikage during a pause in the noise. The other ghosts looked at him. "It means, my quirk is the most valuable. The greatest power in the universe is the power of anxiety."

"Take that back!" said Yoichu, throwing an imaginary kazoo at Hikage. "The most powerful thing in the universe is the power of friendship. Everyone knows that!"

"What about those two?" asked Hikage, pointing at Second and Third.

"Unfortunately, the power of spite is also great," said Yoichi. "Even so, they will soon find themselves defeated."

Nana rubbed her temples. "If I hadn't given up on sanity within ten minutes of waking up in here, this would be what did me in."

After an intense practical, the next stop was the nurse's office. There, the class found Asui already mostly recovered, and Izuku found out that he had, in fact broken his arm.

"Are you sure it isn't just a sprain? It is broken?"

"A fracture, and, yes, quite sure. But a sprain can actually be worse than a break- many true sprains never quite heal correctly... either way, with my quirk you don't have to worry about it." She pressed her lips to Izuku's forehead. He felt his energy ebb to a new low. "You should talk to Mr. Aizawa about falling techniques. Your body type is more like his than your other mentor's."

"I- I will," promised Izuku.

"Good. You can go get changed, now."

"Thanks," said Izuku, not quite wobbling out of the room.

"Midoriya!"

He almost jumped out of his skin. "A-ah! Uraraka!"

"Sorry to startle you!"

"No, no, it's fine. What is it?"

"Oh, well, Iida and I were wondering if you'd like to come out with use to a café after school? It's nearby and apparently it has discounts for UA students?"

"Indeed! My older brother talked about it frequently when he was a student here!"

"W-well," said Izuku. He looked at All Might, who was awkwardly supervising and directing other students in the hallway to the locker rooms. All Might caught his eye and nodded. "Sure! That sounds like fun!"

This would be the last time Shouta would have to nap after school for a while. From tomorrow on, he'd be alternating quirk counseling with Midoriya with hero work. Why did he agree to do this again?

Kan opened the door to the break room. With him came the acrid smell of smoke and hot dust. "Which companies did the first year costumes this year?" he asked, voice dangerously soft enough to impress Aizawa.

"Why?" asked Hizashi.

"Because I want to... talk to whoever thought it was a good idea to give a fifteen-year-old with no training in demolition not one, but two weapons that could level buildings at full charge. I just want to talk."

Judging by the expression on Kan's face, Shouta seriously doubted that.

Kan took a deep breath. "What about your hellions?"

"Don't know. Yagi had them today."

"And you didn't watch?"

"I was in court."

"What's wrong with Yagi, anyway?"

Shouta, Hizashi, and Kan all turned to where Yagi was splayed in a chair. If the scene were a painting, it could easily be titled 'depression.'

"I'm a failure as a teacher and a hero," he moaned.

"Huh?" said Hizashi. "Why?"

"Young Asui nearly became hypothermic, and young Midoriya fractured his arm."

There was a beat of silence as the others waited for him to go on.

"What?" Kan asked. "Is that it?"

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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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Hey, I love your work alot you're an incredibly skilled writer and always look forward to seeing your notification pop up! Is it ok if I request Adrien pinning a male reader down while they're alone?

A Adrien solo headcanon? How fun, boo!

Sure thing.

Sorry boo, even if I really liked your idea I've been having a lot of headaches (sorry if it's tmi, but: Periods fuckin sucks-).

I hope you don't mind if I redo your ask another time, probably a better one shot than- Whatever the hell I was thinking when writing this XD

TW/Tags: bullying but like- That's no surprise lol- // mentions of past encounters // perhaps mutual simping? // short hc, sorry about that boo ;-; // Terrible quality for an headcanon

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Sorry I don't have a title- [Yandere!Bully OC (Adrien) x M!Reader - Headcanon]:

You have been running around this place for quite some time now, Amaryllis Academy is quite big after all.

You suspected that someone like him would not have enough stamina to continue pursuing you like this. And the truth is that he didn't have enough of an athletic build to hold it for so long, he just changed his strategy.

You also weren't necessarily interested in exercising everyday, you could say that maybe you two have the same amount of stamina, the difference being that you decided to waste it all while trying to run from him- And he decided to plan a way to corner you.

No one can blame you for falling so easily to that, but let's be honest- You should have seen this coming the moment he stopped chasing you and started coming forward very calmly.

"Why didn't I stop running as well?" You thought out loud now that you find yourself in a no ways out situation, great, just great.

You were choking on your own air- Completely out of breath having a hard time bringing more oxygen to your lungs. You take a look back and notice who was walking in- Wow, how surprising.

"- Ugh, come on-" you were not really pissed off, or surprised, or even scared anymore, you were just tired of having to run from this guy. One would think that someone like him isn't capable of hurting a single fly, but those who doubted him would end up having a big wake up call- Just like you did.

Do you remember now? It was in a similar situation like this- You were cornered, out of breath, your legs were giving up and couldn't even fight anymore. The only difference from that moment to now was that there wasn't anyone else here, except you two.

No audience this time, this was the backstage and you two were the actors getting their costumes out. At least that's how he saw it, to you it was just like any other time he would bully you. How wrong were you to think that.

He didn't make any attempts at running at you, and as you tried to help yourself on the walls beside you, he clapped at your latest performance.

"- Bravo, Are you happy with yourself now? That you managed to make a fool out of yourself?" His voice wasn't as bored as he usually was, it sounded filled with sarcasm with a hint of true anger in it.

Despite that, you weren't sure what he was talking about. I mean- You know what happened, but you can't recall a single moment where you have made him so pissed off.

"- You tried your hardest to get me to this point, and congratulations- You did it-" Adrien was holding himself from lashing out as much he could, he was feeling humiliated and the fact you're so unaware as to way makes him want to choke you. Put his arms around your neck and force you to at least look at him when he is talking with you.

You tried to remember what could have possibly made him so desperate to get back at you, and as you do, you can feel your blood pulsating inside your skull- You can recall one incident that happened yesterday.

Yesterday, you were avoiding Adrien as best as you could, while also trying to make new friends that could help you get away from him for a bit longer. You started talking with a shy girl in your class, you thought that it would be easier to get to know someone who is mostly alone all the time then going straight to the popular crowd- Who would absolutely dismiss you or even do worse things considering Adrien's influence over them.

You started talking to a girl you thought to be an outcast just like yourself, maybe you two could have been friends- But that didn't last too long after you realized exactly why she would be so distant from other people, apparently she was one of those who were… A little too into other people's relationships, more specifically your relationship with Adrien.

She only started talking with you because of how much time you spent with Adrien, how suspicious it is for someone like him to be so clingy towards you. Her endless nagging was horrible but even worse was how she had planted the idea in her head that you two have been dating or something- You tried arguing that Adrien has done nothing but bullying you and distancing yourself from others, but she couldn't really listen to you, or even care enough to try.

You were heavily reconsidering your options, after all it didn't seem like you two would really work out together- But before you considered ditching her, Adrien had confronted you about walking around with her.

He was acting like his usual bratty self, keeping himself calm and still holding that stern look in his face, but the actual contents of his speech were a bit concerning- It sounded like he was really jealous of you hanging out with a "creep like her", as he said.

You tried calming him down to not create a bigger scene, but your new "friend" had pushed Adrien to end up bumping on you, which only made the situation to escalate.

Adrien took this whole thing as a plan you both created to make himself seem like a fool, this was just an attempt to get his attention and he fell for it- He got red and started yelling at you two, his threats sounding like barks.

That's why he was chasing you today, at least that's why you thought so- Although the truth was a bit deeper than that, dearest. That whole event didn't slip through his mind even when he was asleep, he dreamed about the incident- Although with a thin veil of something a bit… Uncalled for in his opinion.

In Adrien's head, the accident made it look like he was hugging you, which made him get flustered and panicky. He had a dream about the whole scene happening again, but without your friend and without any of the other students, it was very pathetic of him to imagine a scenario where you would be there for him, to get him when he falls, how wishful.

He blames you for such a dream, just as if he would blame you if he ever got a dream about you cheating on him- Regardless of how your actual relationship is currently.

His own delusions and anxious thoughts would get the best of him, and that's why you're in this exact situation- Feeling out of breath with no one to save you from Adrien.

You felt yourself almost lose your balance and almost hit your face in the concrete, but thanks to Adrien slamming your back against the wall you didn't need to scratch your face, at least that's a positive.

You didn't pay much attention to what he was saying, you were just kinda pissed off of having to deal with this brat's bs everyday. Although, you're very aware that Adrien can be a bit more than just a brat, sometimes you have to remind yourself of that- It wouldn't be pretty to make him mad.

Bullying you, hating you, liking you, loving you- All are so difficult to manage everyday, it's too much work for someone like him. It's exhausting overthinking about you every day.

"- …. Sigh- You're very annoying, very, very annoying…." all that anger that was previously in his voice has almost gone away, being slowly replaced with tiredness. Key word being "almost", he was tired but not over his own jealousy yet.

You didn't want to provoke him considering how, well- Dangerous this situation is, or could be if you do the wrong thing. It's a 50/50 chance of you finding a way to comfort him without him lashing out once again. Then again, nothing can prevent him from getting the wrong idea of your actions, so choose wisely your next move, dearest.

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#yandere #sheep stuff #sheep's stuff #yandere oc #yandere bully #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc headcanon #yandere bully x reader #yandere bully x male reader #male reader #special delivery headcanons #special delivery request

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e-of-west-glendia · 3 years

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This is a very very very late birthday present for the amazing @moonscarsandstars. I love you so so much babe (except for that thing yesterday you little shit) and I hope you enjoy this thing I wrote!

“I’m not doing it.”

“But whyyy?”

“Because it’s creepy as hell, James. That’s why.”

Sirius shoulders open the door to James’ room and flops down onto his bed.

“It’s not creepy!” James protests, flinging his backpack into a corner.

“It’s just unconventional.”

“Read ‘creepy and stalker-ish’,” Sirius mutters.

James plops down on the bed next to Sirius. “You,” he says, poking his friend in the ribs. “Are no fun.”

Sirius snorts. “I’m plenty of fun. I just don’t write random people letters and put them in their mailbox.”

“At least not yet,” James teases.

“Not ever.”

James rolls his eyes, toeing his shoes off. “You’ll cave, eventually.”

“Unlikely,” Sirius says firmly, folding his legs up onto the bed. Only to be shoved roughly off not a moment later.

“Prongs!”

“No shoes on the bed!” James gestures to his own recently departed shoes. “This is the one rule that I have.”

Sirius picks himself up off the floor. “You sound like your mother.”

“Do not.”

Sirius kicks his shoes off but doesn’t return to the bed. Instead, he takes a seat at James’ desk. In favor of silently spinning in the swivel chair.

They’d been having the same back and forth debate for days now. Should Sirius send a letter to that boy who lived down the street? Or no.

James, of course, voted yes. As did many of Sirius’ friends. Sirius, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out why.

His friends seemed to be under the impression that this was some sort of young adult novel. It wasn’t.

You couldn’t just send random people letters. What if they called the police? Then what? Not to mention the fact that Sirius didn’t even know his name. That certainly would complicate things.

That’s not to say they were complete strangers though, Sirius and the mystery boy. Quite the contrary, actually.

The two had met before, when Peter’s mother pointed out the fact that that house was the one she grew up in.

The current occupants of Mrs. Pettigrew’s childhood home had insisted on giving her a tour. A sort of them versus now type thing, Sirius supposed.

As it happened, James and Sirius were there the day of the tour. And that was when Sirius had first run into mystery kid.

They’d been briefly introduced, but Sirius was too busy considering how awkward it was to be walking through someone’s house to pay attention to his name.

Now, nearly seven months later, Sirius, James, and Peter had seen the boy again. And for some ridiculous reason, James was under the impression that sticking a letter with his number on it in that boys mailbox was the best idea ever.

Ok technically it was Sirius’ own fault that the idea even came to mind. But he was absolutely joking when he’d said, “what do you want me to do, stick a letter in his mailbox?”

In response to James’ telling him to go socialize. That didn’t mean he was serious (all jokes aside, of course.)

“Yo,” James says, and Sirius stops spinning.

“Mm?”

“Peters asking if we want to come over. His mom's baking cookies.”

Sirius halts his spinning and stands. “Really all you had to say was ‘cookies’ and I would’ve been on board.”

James laughs. “Fair enough.”

James scoops up his backpack and slings it onto his shoulder while Sirius pulls his shoes back on.

“What are you bringing that for,” Sirius asks, curiously.

James shrugs. “You never know.”

Sirius rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything else about it, he just leads the way out of James’ room.

The two of them run into Euphemia at the foot of the stairs.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Peter invited us over,” James explains.

“His mom is making cookies,” Sirius adds.

Euphemia nods solemnly. “I don’t blame you, Peggy’s baking is amazing.”

“That it is!” James agrees, starting for the front door. Sirius follows him.

“Sirius,” Euphemia says, voice slightly sing-songy.

Sirius stops in his tracks.

“Those aren’t shoes are they?”

“Nope,” Sirius says. “They absolutely are not.”

“Hmm, that’s what I thought,” she says with a laugh. “You boys have fun now.”

“We will,” James calls, opening the door and then shutting it firmly behind them.

“I told you you sound like your mother,” Sirius snickers.

“Oh, fuck off,” James says. “That was a joke and you know it.”

Sirius very much does know it, but he chooses to ignore it.

A little while into their walk, Sirius feels a buzz at his side, buoyed by the familiar Apple ringtone.

“Who is it?” James asks.

“Lemme get the phone out first,” Sirius responds. Then, “Marlene.”

“Aren’t you going to answer that?”

“I’m getting there.”

A moment later Marlene’s face pops onto the screen. Her blonde hair splayed across the pillows around her.

“What’s up?” Sirius asks.

“Did you do it?” She asks, and Sirius groans.

James plucks the phone out of his hand before he can respond.

“No, he absolutely did not. I’ve been trying for hours!”

“Give Sirius his phone back,” Marlene commands.

Sirius take his phone back, eyebrow raised.

“What?”

“Pussy,” Marlene says, and then eats what appears to be a handful of gummy worms.

Sirius throws his hands up, exasperated. “What is it with you all and your stupid letter!”

Marlene shrugs. “Dunno, just need some gay drama in our lives I suppose.”

Sirius glares at her. “Marlene,” he says slowly. “You. Are. A. Lesbian.”

“And you’re gay as a maypole,” Marlene retorts. “Go get the guy, Black.”

“It is not that easy,” Sirius sighs.

“Can you write?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have a phone?”

“No, I’m calling from a toaster.”

“That would explain the poor video quality.”

“Bullshit.”

Marlene ignores this. “Seems to me like you’re perfectly capable of writing that letter.”

“Yes, but I’m not social,” Sirius says.

Both Marlene and James laugh at that.

“Sirius Black you are the most social person I know aside from myself and your haired idiot over there.”

“Hey!” James says, indignant.

“You can write that letter,” Marlene continues. “I know you can.”

“The problem isn’t I can’t do it,” Sirius says, handing the phone to Marlene so that he can tie up his hair, which has decided for whatever reason to fall in his eyes and be irritating. “I just don’t want to because it’s stupid,” Sirius finishes.

“I see,” Marlene says.

She’s silent for a bit. Which is slightly alarming to Sirius. Marlene is only this quiet on the phone when she’s thinking or playing Subway Surfers, her designated FaceTime Game.

“Well then,” She says, and Sirius releases a sigh of relief. “I guess I can’t make you.”

“Nope,” Sirius says cheerfully, a girl starting to spread across his face.

“Unless of course I dare you to,” Marlene says, and Sirius’ grin drops.

It’s Marlene’s turn to smile now. “Gotcha.”

“You’re the devil.”

It’s quite the well known fact that Sirius will take basically any dare, so long as it doesn’t hurt someone else. And as far as he can tell, this dare isn’t hurting anyone. Not even himself, save for some minor embarrassment.

“How did you know what my Halloween costume was,” Marlene asks, she’s still grinning at him.

“Well, you certainly aren’t an angel,” Sirius grumbles.

Marlene waves a gummy worm at him. “Ain’t that the truth. Well then, I dare you to write that random guy a letter.”

James whistles. “Gosh why didn’t I think of that?”

“You’re afraid of being murdered, maybe?” Sirius suggests.

“And Marlene isn’t?”

“I’m the devil, remember? Already dead.”

“Right, of course, my bad,” James says.

Marlene turns her attention back towards Sirius. “You’re near Peter’s, right? You should send the letter now.”

“With what?” Sirius asks. “I’m short on paper if you can’t tell.”

Marlene gestures to James who is holding up his backpack triumphantly.

“Told you we’d need it!”

“I hate you both,” Sirius mutters, snatching a pen and paper from James.

“What the hell am I even supposed to write?”

“You number,” Marlene says unhelpfully.

“No shit Sherlock.”

Sirius decides not to ask anymore questions. He just scribbles out a quick note and folds the paper.

“What’d you say?” James asks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Sirius retorts.

They’re right in front of the house now, and Sirius is wondering if he should just back out of it.

“Don’t be shy,” Marlene says from her end of the phone. Sirius has the vague idea that she’d be shoving him forward if she were here right now.

As it happens he doesn’t need the shove. He walked up the drive himself, ignoring Marlene’s, “Wait flip the camera James. I wanna see him do it.”

He’s at the front porch now, and he thinks he can hear something in the kitchen. There’s the sound of rushing water, dishes maybe?

Without giving it much more thought, Sirius shoves the letter inside the mailbox, wincing at the slight creak it makes.

Then he jogs back down the drive and continues towards Peter’s house.

James runs after him.

“Don’t you feel liberated now?” Marlene asks.

“If by ‘liberated’ you mean like a fucking fairytale charcater then, yes. Sure.”

“I don’t know of any fairyta—“

“Goodbye Marlene,” Sirius says, he takes the phone from James and promptly hangs up on her.

“Rude,” James says jokingly.

“Oh, please, she’s done worse,” Sirius snorts.

“But don’t you feel excited?” James asks.

“I feel anxiety.”

“You’ll thank us later.”

Even thought Sirius rolls his eyes and shoves James into a nearby plant, he can’t help but wonder if James and Marlene are right. And if this’ll actually go somewhere.

Ah, well, that’s another problem for another day. At present moment he should probably be running right about now before James comes to exact his revenge. And that, is exactly what he does.

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Arkham Files: Golden Glider

Hugo Strange: From the patient files of Dr. Hugo Strange, director of Arkham Asylum. Patient: Lisa Snart, also known as the Golden Glider. The patient displays a number of antisocial tendencies, but no formal diagnosis has ever been given to her, and since she arrived at Arkham only a few days ago, I have not had the time to give her a complete psychological examination. Session One. Good morning, Miss Snart.

Golden Glider: (Angry) Another psych evaluation? Really? No one ever gives these to Captain Cold or the Mirror Master! Why am I any crazier than them? Women can commit crimes for reasons other than being “hysterical females”, can’t they?

Hugo Strange: Miss Snart, all of you “Rogues” were given psychological and intellectual evaluations upon your arrival to Arkham Asylum. It is a standard operating procedure for all patients, male or female. I assure you, your gender has nothing to do with your being here. (Pause) And this is not a psychological evaluation, Miss Snart. It is a therapy session.

Golden Glider: (Suddenly calm) Oh. (Pause) So tell me, Dr. Strange. What can I do for you? Or, I guess I should ask, what can you do for me?

Hugo Strange: Miss Snart, your file indicates that you once had a career as a professional figure skater. There was even talk of you going to the Olympics. Why, then, did you choose to throw it all away to take up a life of costumed crime?

Golden Glider: Have you ever lost the love of your life, Dr. Strange?

Hugo Strange: No. I haven’t.

Golden Glider: (Intensely) Well, I have! Five years ago, the Flash-Barry Allen-murdered my beloved Roscoe; took away the best part of my life! With Roscoe gone, I had nothing left to live for, so I set my sights on revenge; on making the Flash suffer the way that I had suffered! I would get even with him: An eye for an eye! A death for a death! A lover for a lover! As I had lost Roscoe, so I would make him lose his wife!

Hugo Strange: Roscoe? As in Roscoe Dillon? The Top?

Golden Glider: Of course!

Hugo Strange: He doesn’t seem very dead to me. In fact, I finished my first therapy session with him only yesterday.

Golden Glider: I didn’t say that he stayed dead. I just said that he died.

Hugo Strange: Miss Snart, dead men do not spontaneously come back to life. That is simply not possible.

Golden Glider: That’s what I thought at first, too...but Roscoe is special. He’s a psychic-telikentic and telepathic and all that-and it turns out that his powers also make it possible for him to survive a a ghost on the astral plane rather than moving on to the afterlife. (Pause) Have you heard of Deadman?

Hugo Strange: The so-called ghost of Boston Brand? I have, but I am skeptical of the claims made about him.

Golden Glider: Well, my Roscoe is like that, except that he can only possess corpses. But once he does, he can animate them and alter them so that they match his original, handsome form. I think he’s on his fifth body at the moment.

Hugo Strange: What happened to bodies two through four?

Golden Glider: Well, the second body was the Flash’s father, Dr. Henry Allen, and unlike the other bodies, he never experienced brain death. Because of that, the Flash was able to drive Roscoe out of his body, and Dr. Allen’s soul took his body back. He abandoned the third body during a depressive episode, and the fourth body, of Senator Thomas O’Neil, was frozen and shattered by my brother, Lenny.

Hugo Strange: Your brother…. killed your boyfriend?

Golden Glider: In Lenny’s defense, he knew about Roscoe’s habit of coming back to life. But I was pretty ticked-off when I first found out about it.

Hugo Strange: Why did he kill him? And where were you during all this?

Golden Glider: Well, in between Roscoe’s third and fourth body, I didn’t hear anything from him for awhile, and so I assumed that he was gone for good. With that in mind, I started dating again-and picked the wrong guy. I’d outfitted him with some of Lenny’s old gear and called him Chillblaine, and he pretended that he wanted to work with me, but he was just setting me up for a double-cross. Eventually, he turned on me; froze me solid and put me in a coma. For over a year, the doctors thought I was going to be in a vegetative state permanently. A couple months after I went into the coma, Roscoe came back, and when he found out what had happened to me, he went into a manic episode and tried to take control of the Rogues from Lenny. They had a fight, both of them tried to kill each other, and Lenny won. Six months after that, Roscoe came back in his fifth body, and shortly after that, Wally West-the redheaded Flash who used to be Kid Flash-somehow managed to bring me out of my coma. I like him. He’s nothing like Barry Allen. He’s as brave and honest as my Roscoe.

Hugo Strange: And why did he do this?

Golden Glider: He said that both Lenny and Roscoe were easier to deal with when I was conscious than when I was in a coma. (Pause) He’s a darling.

Hugo Strange: I see. (Pause) So, Miss Snart, why the costume?

Golden Glider: I was a famous figure skater, Dr. Strange. If I was going to take revenge, I needed to do it in disguise.

Hugo Strange: And after your attempts at revenge failed and Roscoe came back to you, why did you persist in your criminal career?

Golden Glider: Well, I could hardly go back to being a figure skater once I became a known criminal. Besides, I get to spend a lot more time with Roscoe and Lenny as a Rogue than I could when I was a figure skater.

Hugo Strange: In speaking of the Rogues...you are the only female member of the group. Why is that?

Golden Glider: Well, in the history of the Twin Cities, there have only been six female supervillains: Rose and Thorn, who’s so old she fought the Jay Garrick Flash, Blacksmith, who runs the Network, Christina Alexandrova, the lady speedster, Magenta, the magnetic witch, Peek-a-Boo, who barely even qualifies as a criminal, and delectable little me. Not every supervillain is a member of the Rogues, and, with so few ladies to choose from, it’s not that surprising that I was the only one to make the cut. (Pause) That, and my boyfriend and older brother are both members of the group, so that gave me an almost automatic in.

Hugo Strange: Is it difficult to be the only woman in a group made up almost exclusively of men, Miss Snart?

Golden Glider: Not even a little. Lenny’s the leader of the group, remember? No one wants to get him angry by upsetting his precious baby sister, so I get treated like a queen.

Hugo Strange: You and your brother seem to be very close.

Golden Glider: We are. Lenny practically raised me. He’s more a father to me than Larry ever was.

Hugo Strange: You don’t resent him for leaving you alone with your father?

Golden Glider: I used to, but I’ve mostly gotten over it, now. Larry would’ve killed him if he hadn’t left. Towards the end, they were fighting all the time. (Suddenly very angry) If I have resentment towards anyone-besides that self-righteous prig Barry Allen-it’s towards my rat of a father.

Hugo Strange: Given what you suffered at your father’s hands, Miss Snart, your anger towards him is understandable. But are you sure that you aren’t projecting some of your feelings towards him into the Flash? I find it rather difficult to believe that the Flash, insane though his vigilante crusade may be, would deliberately kill anyone.

Golden Glider: I’m not projecting anything, Doctor. Barry Allen did his level best to destroy my life and the life of my beloved Roscoe. I’m going to pay that favor back if it’s the last thing I ever do….and if I ever find my ‘father’-well, it’ll make what I’m going to do to Barry Allen seem kind. I’m going to get even-and once I do, no one will dare to even think about hurting me again! (Pause; then cheerfully) Thanks for listening, Dr. Strange. It’s good to get my feelings off my chest every once in awhile.

Hugo Strange: (Puzzled) Ah...happy to be of assistance, Miss Snart.

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fitztragedy · 3 years

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Things I Want Changed in Fate S02

Better Costumes

Like, seriously, wth happened there? They were dressed awfully, and that's not news. The costumes were like straight out of a 90's teens movies, it was so obvious there was an adult trying do find out what teens used and maybe saw that 90s fashion was trending and thought that was the hype. Costume designer Catherine Adair has been a costume designer in 29 projects, none of them was a teen TV show (except her most recent project, after Fate, which is a disney kids mystery series) and 16 of wich were in the 90s. She has dressed TV shows before Fate but things like Desperate Housewives and The Man in the High Castle- Definitely not even close to the vibe Fate has. Hopefully she'll either do more research or they'll hire another costume designer since she's aparently working on this new Disney series. IMDb says we have a new Art Director in S02 (Justin Warburton-Brown, who apparently done The Witcher S02!!) so my hopes are very high!

New locations and sets!

I loved Alfea and the Winx Suite but I feel like we need more sets. That's not the fault of the art direction or set decoration (which were done by Karl Clifford -who isn't credited for anything but Fate- and Jil Turner who has a very good resume, having worked on Vikings and a lot of other fantasy movies and tv shows), I feel like they did a pretty good job with what they were given. Having the entire season be basically that got very repetitive and because of the number of views I'm hoping they have a bigger budged in S02 to be able to have different sets. I wanna see Magix! The cartoon did a wonderful job with the city near Alrea, it was super cool to see the futuristic town in a fairy show, which was a contrast to what me, as a kid, imagines what a magical town would look like. I don't think they'll to this for Fate but it'd be cool to see like magic being used in day to day lives. Also if Alfea is in the middle of nowhere where do the girls get like stuff? Where do they buy tampons if they need it? I MUST know!! Also it'd be pretty cool to see Solaria sometime. IMDb also told me we got a new set decorator in S02 and he's been the set decorator of Shadow and Bone (Kevin Downey) so I'M EXCITED.

More plot and Backstory for the characters

Let's skip Bloom and Sky because I think @lilshitwayne would do a better job talking about them and then focus on the others.

Aisha

WHERE IS AISHA'S PLOT??? They done my girl wrong, so wrong. Seriously, what is her backstory? What are her goals and dreams? What are her insecurities and challenges? What is her personal arc? What is her role in the series arc? I wish I could answer all these questions but I just can't. I saw @lilshitwayne and @rivusa dms about her yesterday and I want to give them the floor to talk about it so I'm not gonna say what they said, but I do want more from Aisha's character next season and I want her role to not be as suporting as she was in S01. I do think that the fact that she's a poc character had to do with her lack of development and I will HATE it if they make her also LGBTQ+ and continue with Netflix's trend of shoving all the minorities into one character. Hopefully because of the backlash they'll listen. Precious is a beautiful and great actress and she deservers better.

Musa

Musa had a pretty big part in S02 I'd say. She was basically the second most important character after Bloom, BUT she did not have a plot, let's be real. Her whole arch was basically "I hate my powers, they are useless and just make me suffer and I try to ignore them" and then she met Sam and was like "Oh he basically feels nothing so it's nice to spend time with him" and then she found out Sam was Terra's brother and wanted to keep their relationship a secret, then she told Terra and there was like too much drama for a non-dramatic revelation. Then she had to face her powers when Sam was dying but then he lived so she went back to being the same as she was but with a boring boyfriend now (I know people like Sam and that's okay because people have different tastes but I just don't see the appeal, okay? he's boring in my opinion). So like her whole development and plot was based around a guy. No internet struggle solved, no character development. Yes Musa is my favorite character but I still don't like her "plot".

Stella and Terra

idk what I'd say about them. I think one of the other girls in the fate fandom might have takes and stuff. Terra had the self-steem and body issues that basically went no where and Stella has mommy issues and issues in general that are probably gonna get more developed already so I'm not too worries about them.

I know people didn't like that they made Stella have a very different personality than the cartoons and (hot take) I kinda like it. Don't @ me. Stella was hella annoying in the cartoons and I like this very messed up Stella we got, yes she's a bitch but she's got layers and I can't wait to see them Explored.

Terra was not a cartoon character and I have no fucking idea why they didn't just put Flora. Flora in the cartoon had also a very different personality so maybe they thought she didn't fit, but then why not keep her and just change the personality like they did with Stella? Also if they had made Terra latina it wouldn't have changed anything in Terra's plot. Idk what happened behind the scenes but that's what we got. I do want Flora to appear and be this cute cinnamon roll but also badass (and latina) so *fingers crossed*

Riven

ah, Riven... He has so much potential and I can't wait to see his character development throughout the series. I can see a lot of troubles at home and internalized homophobia and fuck he's just so god damn Bi. Hopefully that little interaction with Dane about just liking whoever depending on the gender will make Riven be okay with his sexuality and I really like this plot okay?

Also, yes, as a Rivusa shipper I want that to happen and I've already done two huge post about Riven and Rivusa in Fate so if u wanna read more go and do it (here and here).

The rest idgaf about them (I do but i'm too lazy to type)

Future characters

I wanna see Brandon. They call even make Stella bi and change Brandon to like Brenda or something, I've done that in fics and I think that'd be interesting.

Flora, of course, as said above.

Helia if they bring Flora along. They should pair him with Terra, he's Flora's.

I don't wanna see Tecna and Timmy tbh, might be a controversial opinion but I didn't really care for them in the OG and with all the normal technology in Fate I don't really see a reason for them. Unless they change Tecna's powers like they did with Musa, but we don't need another white basic bitch character.

I think that's it!

If yall want to answer and discuss Fate feel free to reblog! I'd love to talk about how we could improve the show!

#fate #ftws #fate winx #fate the winx saga #winxsource

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bkfics · 3 years

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IV.

The next morning you wake up earlier, so you go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone, but after a while Ryota wakes up too with Kazuhiko on his back.

‘Ohāyo Okāsan.’ your baby boy tells you with a raspy typical morning voice.

After you greet them, you wonder where your baby girl is, but then she runs with her open arms to you.

‘OKĀSAN!!!’ She screams with a worried tone, so you pick her up as soon she reaches you.

‘What’s wrong honey??’ You ask her with a comforting voice.

‘Okāsan…’ then she starts crying. Ryota starts worrying too and comes to you two and tries to get Kisara from you, but she refuses.

‘O-okāsan my… I can’t find my gel for hands.’ She cries harder.

‘Kisara it’s okay. Niichan will give Kisara his gel for hands okay?’ Kazuhiko tries to comfort her, but she shakes her head.

‘NOOO I WANT MINE! MINE HAD EEVEE ON TOP!’ She yells this time.

‘Yea.. about that.. I might.. hmm.. gave it to Sakusa yesterday…sorry.’ Ryota tells you scratching the back of his head.

‘Why would y-… nevermind’ You tell him sighing.

‘Kisa-chan, Otōsan will buy you a new. With an eevee one, or whatever you want ok?’

This time she nods and goes to Ryota to let herself get pick up.

[Sakusa Kiyoomi POV]

After having breakfast I go to the bathroom to take a shower.

As the hot water starts hitting my head, I start thinking about her, and memories of when we were together in high school. I start smiling and laughing as I remember how I was the first one that fell for her and the first time I talked to her I said ‘Use this mask and stay away from boys... except me or else you’ll get sick.’

‘Why did I even leave you? If I could only go back time. I would go back to 4 years ago and tell you how much I love you.’

‘Whatever Kiyoomi, she already has a family, it’s time to move on.’

I start getting frustrated so I quickly finish showering and go run around the neighbourhood to clear my mind.

Time passes by and parents with their kids keep popping up left and right of my view, so I start running faster, but my shoes are so worn out that the soles are so consumed that a hole is formed.

‘Great! Now I have to go buy another pair. This day couldn't get any better UGH!’ I start yelling in my head as I make my way back home and start getting ready, putting on the necklace I can’t seem to let go of…

[at the mall]

I now just parked my car, making my way inside the mall and going straight at the sport centre, making sure I have my spray disinfectant and hand sanitizer-

‘What is this?.. A hand sanitizer with a Pokemon in it? Why do I have this? Ah right.. Y/N husband gave it to me.. Tch, whatever.’

I go inside and I hear three familiar voices, too familiar for my liking, they are: Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto.

‘Shopping with my friends!’ Atsumu says taking a video to post it on his story.

‘Wait, you have friends?’ Hinata says with a mocking face while Bokuto tries not to laugh.

I seriously don’t wanna deal with them right now so I turn around, going to the opposite direction, hoping that they don’t notice me. Arriving at the running shoes isle, I grab their new released one, it’s even in our jersey’s color, it’s all black and there's a little stripe in gold, so I ask the employee if they could give me my size of this model. After she gives it to me, I go and pay for it and right at the exit, I get stopped by a woman and a man.

‘Hello sir! Our pharmacy has a new cleaning product and even a new hand sanitizer! It’s better than the previous one, it’s less stickier and has different scents! The new cleaning product cleans better than any other! We’ll be so grateful if you could at least have a look at it! Have a good day sir!’ The man tells me.

I just nod, those new products don’t sound bad, might as well have a look.

The mall’s big and after walking for a good 5 minutes, I see the pharmacy but I bump into someone.

‘Oh, nice to see you again Sakusa.’

‘Same here Wakatoshi-kun and Kageyama.’

‘Are you here to go to the pharmacy too Sakusa-san?’ Kageyama asks me as we start walking.

‘Yes, what about you two?’

‘We were bored so we decided to come here at the mall.. hmm what about having lunch together Sakusa?’ Wakatoshi asks me.

‘Hmm sure, why not.’ I answer him.

We arrive at the pharmacy and get in line.

‘Wow this guy’s so tall’ Kageyama says amaze by the man with purple hair in front of us, eating snacks as he was waiting to enter the pharmacy with his friend too, me and Wakatoshi-kun agree with him.

We then decide to eat first and come later as the line was long.

After finding for a good restaurant not packed of costumers, we order our meals and few minutes later we start eating.

‘Itadakimasu.’ we say at the same time.

While we’re eating, we start hearing whisperings from the people eating inside the restaurant.

‘They are so hot, omg.’

‘I know right!’

‘Let’s sit on the table beside them.’

‘Wait girls, aren't those Sakusa Kiyoomi, Ushijima Wakatoshi and Kageyama Tobio?’

‘OMG you’re right!’

‘Look! Sakusa-san is so handsome!’

‘I agree, but wait.. look at his necklace.. Isn’t that a ring?’

‘Oh.. maybe he has a girlfriend already…’

As they keep on whispering, we finish our meals and make our way to the cashier, then we go around the Mall to buy new clothes or things we need for our places. It‘s getting late, so I offer them a ride home since we live close to each other, Wakatoshi-kun is beside me in the passenger seat and Kageyama is in the back seat.

‘Sakusa-san, I’m curios too.. why do you have a necklace with a ring? Do you have a girlfriend?’ Kageyama starts a conversation.

‘Hmm no.. this ring belongs to my first love.. even if we aren't together anymore. I just can’t seem to throw it away and i wearing it became a habit.’

‘If it really means a lot to you, just keep it.’ Wakatoshi-kun adds.

‘Yea.. but, how are you guys doing?’ I ask, wanting to change the subject.

‘We’re doing good, tho our manager took a week of to spend time with Kise-san, since he just came back and will be going back to the States in 2 weeks for the NBA preliminaries.’ Wakatoshi-kun answers.

‘NBA? That’s cool, also who’s Kise-san?’ I ask.

‘He’s that blonde haired guy who was with her and the kids.’ Kageyama answers.

‘Ahh.. the father of that cute little boy.’ I say with a normal expression but feeling sad inside.

‘Ah no, he’s not the father.. he’s just Y/N-chan’s best friend..’ Wakatoshi-kun says..

‘The father left Y/N-chan..’ Kageyama continues.

‘The father left Y/N? He really left her to raise a son alone?’ I ask, irritated by the fact that a man left her alone.

‘A son? She has two kids. They’re twins. A girl and a boy.’ Says Kageyama.

‘Twins? D*mn, he still left them? He’s not a man. He’s a b*stard.’

After some time, I proceed to drop Wakatoshi-kun to his place first, then I drop Kageyama, but before he could open the door, I stop him and ask:

‘Kageyama, can I ask you for something before you go? ‘Cuz I feel like I won’t be able to do it if I don’t..’

‘Sure, what is it?’

‘Can I ask you for Y/N’s phone number?’

‘WOW. So you’re that type of guy, huh? That goes after women with kids..’

‘HUH?! It’s not, you weirdo. I have something to talk with her in person, so I need her phone number to set up a rendezvous.’

‘I’m just playing, no need to get so worked up, chill.. alright, it’s …’

‘Thank you, see you later.’ I say after getting the phone number.

‘Hey, don’t try doing something stupid, ‘cuz you’re not the only one with your head on the line. Also thank you for dropping me off. Bye and drive safely!’ He says while he enters through the door without looking back.

Well, now.. How should I even start a conversation…

[Back to normal POV]

[2 weeks later. Kansai International Airport]

‘Well, I guess it’s time to board. I already checked-in..’

‘Otosan.. are you going away?’ Kazuhiko asks with tears in his eyes.

‘Are you coming back?’ Adds Kisara

‘Of course.. I’ll be back in no time and you won’t be able to notice that I’m back. I’ll be gone for a while, it’s not a long time.’ He tells the twins with a comforting voice while he’s on his knees hugging both of them.

‘So, while I’m away, I want you two to eat healthy, grow up faster, always help Okasan and always smile, alright?’ He adds before letting go of the hug.

‘Hai, Otosan.’ The twins answer simultaneously while crying and hugging him tighter.

‘Alright, alright. Kazu-chan, Kisa-chan. Stop crying or he’s going to be late. We don’t want that, right?’ Kuroko takes the kids with Momoi.

‘Kise-kun, good luck for the tournament. Also, say hi to the others from me. Have a nice flight!’ Kuroko says with Kazuhiko on his arms crying.

‘Say hi to them from me too! See you later!’ Adds Momoi with Kisara crying on her shirt behind her.

‘Ryota-kun, say hi to the others from me too, also, thank you for your help at the house and for the kids too. I hope you enjoyed your rest time here.’ You tell him with a little bow and a smile.

‘Of course I enjoyed it! Also, I’ll always be here for the kids, I’m their “Dad” after all.’ He says jokingly with a big smile.

‘You’re right! Then, see you later, Ryota-kun. Have a nice trip, call me after you land, alright?’

‘Alright, Y/N-cchi, stay safe when you’re going back. Kazu-chan, you’re the man of the house while I’m not here, alright? Kisa-chan, don’t cry and smile a lot, you’re beautiful eyes and smile need to be shown more!’ He tells the twin before he turns and goes to the departure gate.

You’re all still there watching his back between the crowds of people passing left and right in front of you. Before Kise makes his way to the gate, he turns one last time and stops to look for you. Once he finds you, he says something that really shocks the shiz outta you.

‘I-love-you, Y/N.’ He says it like a whisper and smiles at you, not knowing that you understood what he said, then he goes straight to the gate.

You keep thinking of what he just said, while your face shows how surprised you are, it’s probably something not important.. but you know what he said. You read his lips even though there’s an ocean of people you could read his lips once both of your sight met each other.

masterpost | III. | V.

FACTS:

Sakusa was pissed that a guy left you with two kids alone, but was also relieved that you don’t have a man in your life.. but he’s now hoping that you and Kise are just best friends.

Kuroko and Momoi are dating.

Kuroko Tetsuya:

Kise is in a NBA team with Aomine Daiki, Murasakibara Atsushi and Kagami Taiga.

Murasakibara Atsushi:

Kagami Taiga:

@rrroadkill @samwise-though @lola2001 @velociraptorenthusiast @mjade1321 @farmertoshi @kurosiee @googiembul @hohoshiumi @floralkawa @miwtze @crapimahuman

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suntara · 3 years

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I will find you, Haruka

Haruka's room only lit by an email I sent her pink and covered in posters wind chime singing for the upcoming summer a tune with sorrow underlying like a literature analysis filled with historians lying lies, six feet under or under the warm duvets of an odd place called home . "Haruka oh Haruka did you read the email? I told you about how I completed my family by replacing myself with an orange fur and blue eyed cat and I don't know how to feel about that" was an email I wrote that day . Haruka cycles to school every day through lush parks and the city like gray eyes and black suits like crammed papers in briefcases gets to wear navy skirts and beige jackets bigger than arms Stretched thin to hold another A+ and another lashing fermented soy beans for breakfast, fermented the tips of fingers and turned them numb, as if it made a difference . "Haruka, you replied in the middle of the night Are you feeling okay?" an email with nothing more than a cute animation to make me smile and words placed carefully like a baby in a bassinet I don't ask why anymore, I told her "I know that your mind is haunted too we live such different lives yet we lie on each other you animate your escape and I write mine" . Haruka tells the world that her favorite season is the winter, despite her name meaning the relentless whines of cicadas red temples redder foxes and reddest blushes the flowers sweating in nectarine like waterfalls bending into tiny streams Haruka doesn't have a home, she lives in a house and the more she could run, fall into and Shrivel up like cherry blossoms the more she'd feel alive . I emailed Haruka, a month later, saying "Hey Haruka! I haven't heard from you in a while I know that it's summer there, and there is hope even if it is hidden in a locket we both have no homes, just houses how many tents will we have to pitch? with we burrow homes in each other?" . Haruka works in a convenience store With neon signs and the coolers bluer than empty redbull cans and half eaten ramen all tastes bitter, like delivered texts and a leather jacket left behind its every poem strung to be hopeful when things just don't end up that way there's something called a gray ending and between the lines of chips and cheese She's looking for it Haruka replied, "hey there! I think you know, that like a venn diagram, there is a place where we all meet and a place where we have to connect dots ourselves, if the moon, sun and you eclipsed would the world be shrouded in darkness or would it be blinding? will we find a home? I don't know you call yourself a lonely travellor who gives every home they see a sweet memory without having warmth yourself, and I? call myself the same, except the memories aren't always sweet, they're bitter like non-fiction" . Haruka lives in a tiny apartment in the middle of billboards and glamour the apartment is anything but though, there is no fighting, no room to argue dirty lingerie on the floor, a million women none are her mother, one man and wine she can't call him her father he is nothing but sawdust and misery in her dullening eyes, she describes summer as dandelions tasting like wine, it sounds so sophisticated but it will never be Haruka doesn't understand why she has to choose a path when all three roads meet at the end, and all three all cradle their own misery like babies with bottles . I told Haruka in return "If I, the moon and the sun eclipsed, we together would shine a little light inside your home and no where else would it be blinding? I don't think so but it will twinkle, I like the idea of that do you? memories aren't all sweet, even when they taste like honey i got a crappy microphone yesterday, I've decided to be my own audience in a universe I write and a universe I tell I bet the universe was just talked about one day and it formed like instructions for furniture step by step, slowly in fact, nebulas quivering memories taste like that, I think all of mine, no matter how sugary just taste like nothing, and it kills me would you make me a costume? Play my partner in crime?" . Haruka, Haruka? no cycle rode to school that day no one came to the apartment to mop the floor no one restocked the ice cream the road trip with no aesthetic other than nervousness and inner dread A girl with dark hair and a voice like Skipping stones over a hot spring wrapped in a baby pink blanket and grasped tightly by a million tubes she holds my hand, under a flickering a flickering green light she says . "I would like it to twinkle, I miss that dearly even if I don't live to see it I didn't choose to end so quick I regret it, I found my home in your heart and i hope that you did in mine I'd be your partner in crime anyday, and I know that in a million light years like a venn diagram, you will eclipse with the sun and moon and you'd find me a million light years away and you'll shine on me, I know so I'd animate us a happy ending and I know you want to write us one too but like every memory, it isn't meant for sweetness, it will never be they're bitter like non-fiction but at least reality tried to be on our side" . flatlined, tenth of January 2021 she isn't lost, she hasn't found home because I'm not there yet she isn't forgotten, her "father" reminisces every day, a solemn soliloquy in her idea of a gray ending he's behind gray bars and gray walls even rats don't give him company he really is alone I built my home in her and she did in mine our hearts uninhabited will drag behind us and I guess, that's the saddest part of it all . (I found home but I'll wait: I'll wait: I'll wait to reach her: because I know she can't reach out to me: till then I'll live in my own heart: write a million more poems: and hope to also be :found and remembered) . (Imagine living in your heart and it reminds you of someone else, over and over again) . (no ending of ours is happy, it's either white gray or black, which one is it? You tell me) .

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joaquinwhorres · 3 years

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Give Thanks (Bucky Barnes x OC)

SUMMARY ››››› Bucky Barnes has a list of names--amends he needs to make. When he gets to M. & L. Kaminski, he finds the amends process a bit more...difficult than it should be.

WORD COUNT ››››› 1,700-ish

WARNINGS ››››› language

A/N ››››› Oh hey, look at me jumping on that Falcon and the Winter Soldier trend.

Bucky stood outside of the door, staring at the wreath of brightly colored fabric leaves, a small wooden sign hanging in the center with the words Give Thanks looping across it.

He doubted there was going to be much thankfulness for him on the other side of the door.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

This was supposed to be getting easier. Dr. Raynor told him it would get easier.

But for someone who hated bullshit so much, she really spent far too much time talking out of her ass. Because this wasn't easy.

Easy would be surreptitiously wiring a million dollars into each of their bank accounts from the HYDRA accounts he still had access to.

Easy would be taking out anyone who had been involved in the decision to give him the order.

Easy would be breaking the damn rules.

The rules aren't meant to make your life easy, James. They're meant to disconnect you from the Winter Soldier. That's the whole point of making amends, isn't it?

He'd give anything to get her damn voice out of his head.

Bucky propelled himself up the front porch steps before he could change his mind. Like he had last yesterday.

"Hello?"

Bucky blinked, his eyes meeting those of the woman before him. Her eyes were striking, pinning him to the spot and pushing all semblance of thought out of his head. They were a light brown--taupe almost, standing out brightly in contrast to her long, full eyelashes.

"Can I help you?"

Bucky blinked, nodding at her. Right. He was here for a reason. Not to stand like some teenage boy who'd just seen the girl next door for the first time.

"I'm looking for Mina Kaminski."

"You found her."

He blanched. "You're Mina Kaminski?"

The look of vague curiosity that had been gracing features markedly shifted into a look of annoyance. "Believe it or not, people who look like me aren't all named Singh or Patel"

Fuck this. He needed to get out of here. There was no way he could have this conversation now.

"Still want to talk to me?" She asked, eyebrows arched and arms folded across her chest.

No.

Sam's laughter echoed in his head, as if he'd been here to witness the exchange. And that's why he stayed. Out of spite.

He nodded. "My name is James "Bucky" Barnes and--"

"Wait a second," she held out a hand and raised an eyebrow on him. He did as she asked, stopping mid-sentence with a sinking feeling in his gut. "Bucky Barnes as in Captain America and Bucky Barnes?"

He nodded, resigned to the fact that this was going to be his worst attempt at amends yet. "Yeah."

"Well," she breathed, dropping her arms. "If I'd known I was meeting an Avenger at my door, I might have put on some pants."

His eyes ran down from her face, noticing for the first time that she wore a dressing robe that barely swept the tops of her knees. Her bare knees.

She snorted at the reaction before smiling for the first time and shaking out her long dark hair, waves tousled together from having probably just woken up. "If you want to come in and wait, I'll go get changed."

He shook his head. "I can wait out here."

She was still smiling. Probably because she realized he was far more pathetic up close. "Suit yourself, but there's eggs inside."

"I'm good," he said, forcing himself to give a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. She nodded, leaving the door open behind her as she disappeared inside the house--as if he'd change his mind.

He should leave right now. Turn around and come back a different day when he could at least function like a mostly human being. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be….not talking to strangers?"

"Shouldn't you be eating breakfast?" she countered.

"It's ten in the morning; I ate already."

"We were supposed to have breakfast an hour ago. But Ravi--"

"Rocio, leave Bucky Barnes alone," Mina's voice called from elsewhere.

Before he could fully process how odd it was for him to use his name, the little girl's hands dropped from her hips and she stared up at him, mouth agape and eyes comically wide.

"You're Bucky Barnes?" she asked, her small voice awed.

He nodded with a deep sigh and another forced smile.

"What happened to your hair?"

"Got a haircut," he shrugged.

"Thanks." He couldn't keep the amusement from his voice. He didn't even really try.

A thought seemed to hit her, lighting up her whole face with excitement. "Wait right here. Don't move. Promise." He nodded again and she raised her eyebrows at him, giving him a stern look.

"I promise," he said, clearly stating each word.

She nodded at him. "Ok. Good." And then she turned and ran into the house, her feet making far more sound than they should for someone of her size.

Mina reappeared shortly thereafter with a faint smile on her lips, dressed in a copper colored sweater and jeans. "Sorry. You're her favorite."

"She's cute."

What an idiotic thing to say.

"Wish I could take credit," Mina said, shaking her head. "She's my sister's. I'm just the babysitter on duty."

"I made an arm like yours!" she announced, almost whacking Mina in the stomach as she extended her arm out for him to see.

This was the arm of a protector.

She deserved more of a reaction than a small, breathy, "Wow."

"Will you sign it?" Her eyes got even bigger if possible, and Mina started to shake her head, bending over to talk to the little girl, but Bucky stopped her.

"You got a marker?"

"I'll go find one!" Rocio disappeared again, leaving him and Mina alone on the doorstep. She was closer this time, and he could hear her talking to herself and rustling through different drawers.

Mina turned her attention from her niece back onto Bucky. "So, why is Bucky Barnes on my doorstep?"

The playful amusement that had been on her face disappeared as she stared at him, as if trying to see inside his head. Like she would want to see what was inside of his head.

"She'll be here around three."

Bucky handed the marker back to her as Rocio held her arm out, trying to catch sight of his name.

"Rocio," Mina prodded, gently.

"Thank you!" she chirped, before turning and literally skipping back inside. "Ravi--look!"

He liked her.

"That was really kind of you," Mina said, warmly. "I think you just made her year."

He shrugged.

"Although, I have a feeling that this is all she's going to talk about for the next week," Mina sighed, shaking her head. "Anyway, Leela will be back around three if you want to come back then and share whatever secret serious news is it that you need to tell us together." Her voice was teasing, and Bucky's mouth lifted into a smirk.

"I'll be back then."

"Great," she smiled politely. "See you then."

He nodded, wishing her goodbye before turning down the stairs.

So much for getting easier.

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Day by Day, Month by Month

AN: This is a server prompt for MHA & readers server which I own along with @liliesoftherain . It’s a soulmate AU with fem reader x mirio

Warning: Explicit sex with Mirio Togata, angst, with a bit of one sided enemies to lovers

Read the rest of the prompts here.

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June

Y/N gritted her teeth as Hado cheerfully loudly greeted Amajiki at 8 AM. All mornings were terrible for her, but Mondays were the worst. The fact that Hado had no consideration for other people’s nerves on an early morning, really, really made Y/N dislike her even more than she already does. And she already disliked her enough to ignore all of Hado’s many attempts to befriend Y/N. Especially when Hado figured that Y/N and her quirk were the same. Which is not true, Y/N’s quirk worked on the fact she could absorb small wavelengths of energy like incandescent bulbs, LEDs, or artificial lights that didn’t generate violet waves. Y/N then used that energy to make whatever she desired from beams to moving at lightspeeds using her absorbed energy. Nothing at all like Hado’s whatever waves.

Now there was a good reason to hate Hado and that reason was the fact she was friends with her mortal enemy AKA Togata Mirio. He probably didn’t even know she existed, but Y/N hated him since second year. First year, Y/N did the impossible with her difficult to control quirk as she absorbed the LED lights in the stadium to blast her way to 4th place in the Sport’s festival. 2nd year she didn’t even make it to the top 10 because Togata had knocked her out in the 1st round of the last tournament. Ever since then Togata Mirio had exploded onto the scene of U.A., he was praised universally, and all the 3rd years worshipped him like he was a god. Y/N’s grinding of her teeth became even louder as she thought of the blonde idiot. Yes, Y/N didn’t just dislike him, oh no she hated him with every fiber of her being. She might be called a monster for it, but what she wouldn’t do for a chance to wallop his idiotic face. Maybe even strangle him for a minute or two after getting a few hits in.

Y/N watched as the slouched, nervous boy with pointed ear greeted Hado back quietly and sat in his seat. See, she didn’t make a point to be rude to Amajiki. What would be the point of doing that when he was basically a scared rabbit? Even she wasn’t that much of a monster to destroy his badly needed confidence, so she mostly just ignored him.

Finally, the sensei had come in and all the student quieted down for the morning lessons. Y/N stood up and bowed as the class president called out the greetings and they all sat down when the teacher let them. Most of the morning passed by quickly as Y/N actually did pay attention since she had a couple of tests coming up, otherwise she would be sending texts to her best friend in 3B all throughout classes. The bell rang indicating it was time for lunch, sending a quick text to her best friend to save her a seat as Y/N needed to use the restroom. She took her time leisurely to wash her hands and straightened her school uniform and made sure her hair wasn’t mussed. She even reapplied her nude pink lipstick, before taking a quick selfie to send to her friend. Y/N walked out as she used the Line app to edit some cute stickers and added on the hashtag “felt cute”. She didn’t notice until it was too late as she crashed into a wall of muscles. Y/N bounced off their chest, and her phone scattered to the floor. Quickly grabbing the device, she made sure the screen wasn’t broken. A huge sigh left her, and she turned around to give that idiot a piece of her mind.

“You moron, can’t you watc-“ Y/N cut herself as she realized she looked into the eyes of Togota Mirio.

Her whole view disconnected and reconnected as both of their minds melded. Her feelings were no longer just hers, but rather a whole of synergy of emotions as both of their desires, wants, and even fears entangled. Why was she so angry most of the time? So afraid. So anxious. She was no longer alone because he was her-

Those thoughts disconnected as the meld ended, their connection broken. Y/N stepped back in horror. Oh no. Togata was her soulmate. She just found the one person who was supposedly the perfect match for her, and it turned out to the person she hated the most in U.A.

‘Fuck my life.’ Y/N thought. She quickly turned around, ignoring his very loud protests, sprinted all the way back to the 3rd year hallway. She sent a quick text to her friend saying she was feeling sick and was at Recovery girl’s office when in reality, she was currently hiding out in the girl’s restroom. Sitting on top of a covered toilet, she frantically searched the web for a way to get rid of one’s soulmate.

Y/N knew since she hit puberty the science behind soulmates. Basically, a body’s way of finding your perfect mate that will the create the most optimal offspring. When two individuals’ eyes meet, their minds would mesh and basically their souls would connect. Y/N had watched a health video in her junior high year as two soulmates would stand there make eye contact for 5 mins with large creepy smiles and hazy eyes. Basically, looking like two drugged out idiots before regaining their senses. She remembered thinking how dumb the two looked whereas everyone else cooed at how romantic it was.

As for their souls’ connecting, it was another sugarcoated way to say the two soulmates would share emotions. Even now despite being hopefully far away from Togata, she could feel his frantic worry causing her chest to burn. Y/N tried to sooth the pain with one hand and the other one scrolling through articles. Anything that could help get rid of the moron that was her soulmate. She didn’t know how fast the lunch period passed because she was reading articles when she got jerked out of trance by the bell.

Y/N aggravatedly sighed. All the damn articles were no help, they just kept spewing the gospel of soulmates and how 80% of all soulmates would succeed in creating a healthy, loving relationship. She scowled, the only thing she would create with blonde Astro boy will be a lawsuit after she kneed him in the family jewels. As the bell rang once more, Y/N got up and kicked the toilet out of pure frustration before sulking back to her classroom. She made it to her seat and slumped over her desk. Y/N rested her eyes for a few minutes as she could hear her fellow classmates make it back from lunch. She jerked out of her nap when she heard the familiar voices of Hado and Amajiki. Keeping a close eye on them without being obvious, she noticed how they didn’t acknowledgeable her more than normal.

Letting a sigh of relief, she relaxed knowing that Togata hadn’t let his friends know what happened in the hallway earlier. The rest of the classes continued as normal except for the occasional bursts of happiness and the need to laugh startling her throughout the day. Y/N scoffed, of course he would be happy whereas he continued to be her source of frustration. The last of the classes were soon over so she headed home on her own. Usually Y/N would walk with her best friend, but she had an appointment with the support department to fix her hero costume.

Y/N walked leisurely down the sidewalk, enjoying the warm sunny day when a voice called underneath her.

“Hey-“ A familiar blonde face appeared in the sidewalk. Y/N screamed and bunched her skirt together so he couldn’t peak at her underwear.

“Pervert! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she screamed as she stomped at the face.

“N-no wait! It’s your soulmate, Togata Mirio!” the face yelled desperately as he dodged her stomps.

Y/N paused in her stomps. “Well, that’s even worse than a pervert!” She resumed her stomps before giving up entirely and running away.

The next morning, Y/N used a baseball cap to keep her face from being visible and hopefully go unnoticed until she arrived in class. She didn’t need a repeat of yesterday. Arriving in class, she took off her the cap and settled in her seat. The morning lectures continued as she halfheartedly took notes and completed her assignments. Everything was going well until Togata walked in during lunch break.

Y/N jerked in her seat and turned away using her long hair as a curtain to hopefully escape his eyes.

She could hear Hado yelled out Togata’s name as the two friends conversed.

“Oh, this time I’m not here to hang out. I’m looking for Y/N. She is in this class, right?” She heard him ask.

Y/N looked up when she heard her name and saw Hado looking in her direction in confusion. She also saw Togata follow Hado and turn in her direction. Her eyes shifted to Togata, noticing the way his face lit up as he waved her over.

Y/N groaned. There was no way she could get out of this. She got up reluctantly and approached Togata, the entire class erupting in whispers and some of the girls were either giggling or shooting her glares. Y/N couldn’t help the flush, she never did like being the center of attention. Togota led her out of the classroom before pulling her aside in a nearby hallway.

“Look, I’m not sure why you are calling me out,” she began.

“I wanted to introduce myself.” Togata held out a hand for her to shake. “I’m Togata Mirio.”

Y/N stared at his hand in disbelief. “Of course, I know who you are,” she spat out.

“You do? I thought you ran away yesterday because you didn’t know who I was,” Mirio sheepishly said.

“No, I know. I ran away because I want nothing to do with you!”

“N-nothing? But I’m your soulmate, we should get to kno-“she interrupted before he could finish.

“No, No! And No! I wouldn’t want to get to know you if you were the last guy on earth. So, you better leave me alone!” she yelled. Seeing the shocked face of Mirio, Y/N felt satisfied that he had gotten the message and marched away to enjoy the rest of her lunch period. Still, she couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty when she felt the hurt coursing through Togata.

Meanwhile, Mirio shoved the hurt away and looked on in determination at the challenge that was walking away. Next time he wouldn’t let her walk away so easily, he promised as his eyes burned and sparkled.

July

Y/N drew a makeshift figure of Togata’s face on her notebook before she viciously started stabbing the drawing. ‘Stupid Togata, why can’t he get that he’s not wanted’ she thought. She threw a glare at the pretty arrangement of flowers on her desk. Every morning there was a new bouquet waiting for her on the desk. It attracted a lot of unwanted attention from her fellow classmates. At first, she threw all of them away in the garbage in a fury. But, over time the arrangements became more complicated and more beautiful than the last and her heart couldn’t bear the thought of throwing them away. So, she took it upon herself to donate it to Recovery girl’s office. She knew the older women appreciated them. Y/N saved the scattered chocolates in the bouquet for herself before dropping off the peony flowers at the Pro Hero’s clinic.

As Y/N walked to the lunchroom, she was interrupted when Togata came through the walls and in front of her.

“Y/N! Do you want to eat with me today? I brought a bento," Togata asked.

She looked down on her own bento and wondered how he knew that she was going to bring her own lunch today.

“Are you a psycho? How many times do I have to say no to you before you get it through your head?”

“I’ll keep asking until you say yes. I won’t ever take no for answer,” he cheerfully replied.

Y/N felt the fury inside of her build up and her face became tomato red. “Time to die, Togata.” She stepped towards him before tripping on her foot and her entire bento fell on the ground. She watched in shock at the hard work that had gone wasted and she turned towards Togata and sent him a death glare. Togata fearing for his life, slipped his bento into her hands before bolting out of the hallway. He activated his quirk and vanished through the walls.

August

Y/N panted as sweat dripped down her face. She’s never felt so tired in her life yet so energized. The roar of the crowd helping her forget the aches and pains of the fight. Togata wasn’t even winded as he stood across from her. This was the revenge she wanted. The second round of the battle tournament of the Sports Festival.

“Come on, Togata. Give me everything you have. Otherwise, I swear I won’t ever forgive you. I’ve given everything to be here. So, extend that courtesy to me,” Y/N said.

She knew he wasn’t taking her seriously. Though, she landed a few hits and gave 100% percentage to her energy attacks. She couldn’t say the same for him. His punches and his overall speed were too slow. She knew he was capable of being faster than what he was displaying right now. Her words affected him, as his face lost the pensive look and a look of concentration overcame it.

She remembered the humiliating defeat by him in second year. A blonde blur, a scream of “Poweeeerrr!” and Y/N was knocked out of the ring. She wasn’t even able to display her growth or how much she improved from the 1st year.

However, this year Y/N showcased everything she learned in U.A. and she showed everyone in Japan that Y/N was ready to be a Pro Hero. When she would lose to Mirio and she knew she was going to, Y/N had no regrets.

Y/N raised her hands to gather the energy from the LED lights in the arena as they blew out one by one overwhelmed by her quirk. She felt the energy rush through her body and readied herself for a charge at Mirio. This time she would lose on her own terms.

September

Y/N sat nervously on Mirio’s dorm room bed and watched as he scrambled around his room to get her birthday gift. She had gone home last weekend to spend her birthday with her family, so this was the only time Mirio had to give it to her. His relationship with her was still pensive. Y/N didn’t scream at him to leave her alone and she stopped calling him Togata. Most of all that bitterness dissolved after the Sports Festival, there was no reason to keep him at arm’s length anymore. Still, there was a degree of unsureness, Mirio being too afraid to set her off again and she too unexperienced on how to properly convey her feelings.

Mirio came back with a small gift bag that he held out for her. Y/N took and peered into it to see an assortment of chocolate.

“Remember how I would send you those bouquets and you never kept them except for the chocolate in it? I thought this time I would give you something you would want to keep.”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. Mirio smiled goofily in return, satisfied that he had made her happy. She wanted to do something in return to show him how happy she was. Y/N leaned forward to kiss him on his cheeks, while at the same time Mirio purposely turned his face so she could kiss his lips instead.

The touch of his soft lips quickly made Y/N break contact. She turned her blushing face away and was about to quickly run out of his room in embarrassment, when Mirio grabbed her and mashed his face into hers. Their teeth clanged together, and it was soon clear neither had any idea on how to kiss.

Y/N pushed Mirio away and clutched her lips and teeth.

“Mirio! Why did you do that?!” She could feel embarrassment surging within him and a small ounce of shame for hurting her. Feeling bad for her overreaction, Y/N grabbed his hands and pulled him close.

“I-I think we should try again and maybe a little bit slower. Like how they do on TV dramas,” she said as she coaxed him into trying again.

Mirio gave her a small peck, withdrawing to see Y/N’s reaction. She nodded in encouragement, excited he continued to slowly give her kisses that caused her to chase him and eagerly respond to his ministrations. He caressed her cheeks and snaked his hand down to her waist to pull her close. Licking her lips and asking for permission to enter, Mirio entangled his tongue with hers as it sensuously made contact and cajoled her to respond. Following Mirio’s lead she responded back to each lick, feeling her body get hotter and hotter. Wanting to get closer to his body, she sat on top him and wrapped her legs around his waist. They continued to slowly kiss; Y/N liked this attempt immensely compared to their first one. Mirio wanting to feel her, grabbed Y/N’s hand and placed it on his member. Y/N curiously touched it, wondering what she was touching that was so hard and warm. She broke contact from his lips and looked down at her hand. ‘OH MY GOD. I’M Touching A MAN’s PENIS!’ she thought hysterically. She poked it a couple times, finding it rock solid and admiring the length of it. Her tiny hands couldn’t even fit most of it. Mirio startled her out of thoughts when he placed his hands onto hers and started moving them along with him.

“Like this, Y/N, ok?”

Y/N short-circuited realizing what Mirio was asking from her. ‘Oh god, we are doing this now? Are we going to have sex!! That thing is going to fit inside of me? I’m going to die!!’ her thoughts spiraled and made Y/N panic. She quickly disentangled herself from Mirio, ignoring his grunt and his confused call of her name. Y/N grabbed her gift, not forgetting to say a quick thank you to Mirio before hightailing it out of his room and back to the sanctity of her own dorm.

December

Y/N waited anxiously outside in the cold, windy afternoon. Yesterday’s snowfall had already covered the entirety of the park, most kids were playing in the snow. Either making snowman or trying to hit their friends with snowballs. She huffed out a few breaths, watching as her warm exhales became smoke. She overheard footsteps and saw Mirio heading her way. Y/N sighed, relieved that he had showed up. Ever since a month ago Mirio had lost his quirk and Sir Nighteye, he had been avoiding her. She wasn’t the best person when it came to comfort, so she figured he needed time on his own. But as weeks went by without any sight of his blond hair or blue eyes, she couldn’t help but worry. So, Y/N had tracked him down and called him out during lunchtime just like he did so many months ago and made him promise to meet at the local park so they could talk things out.

She stood up to greet him, but he just motioned for her to sit back down and took a seat besides her on the park bench.

“Hey, Mirio. How have you been? We haven’t talked in a while,” Y/N cautiously began.

“Well, you are my soulmate. You probably know better than me how I’ve been this past month,” Mirio said quietly.

It was true, she felt his sorrow and loss like an aching pain in her chest. Y/N knew he went around school acting happy go lucky, but she knew he couldn’t fool her or himself.

“That’s true and its probably why I was so worried-“ Y/N began.

Mirio interrupted, “Worried? Why? You must be happy that I lost my quirk. No more competition!” He let out a weak chuckle.

Y/N couldn’t help the hurt that rose in her despite it being a fair assessment. She had treated him terribly, the fact he was lashing out at her now just showed how much patience Mirio really had. She swallowed the lump that had arose from her needing to cry because this wasn’t about her or her feelings now.

She turned to him, watching as his face twisted with guilt and he opened his mouth. Y/N cut him off.

“I know. You can throw everything at me, Mirio. I will take it if that’s what it takes for you to feel better. I don’t know what to do or what to say to make you feel like your old self again. I’m not good at any of this. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to be alone. Don’t shut me out,” she pleaded.

Y/N saw the way the shine returned to his dull eyes and the soft blush that made its way to his face. He was looking at her like he had never seen her before. She could feel her own cheeks heat up due to the unnerving way he was looking at her. Mirio leaned forward as if to kiss her when Y/N put a hand to his chest to stop him and turned her face away.

“We can’t we’re in a park. There’s too many people,” she whispered.

Mirio let out a boyish giggle. “Right, sorry.”

She toyed with her fingers as a thought occurred to her. “Do you wanna go to my house instead? It’s nearby, we can warm up and get some hot chocolate.”

Mirio at the thought of seeing the place where Y/N had grown up shyly agreed. They both got up and walked for 15 minutes before coming to a modest house. She unlocked the outdoor gate and let them both in. They went up the steps before Y/N unlocked the door.

“No one’s home it’s just me,” she said as she turned the house’s light on and started to prepare some hot chocolate for them both.

Mirio made himself home in the living room as he snooped around and looked at the various pictures of a younger Y/N. She came back with 2 hot chocolates. Mirio thanked her and steadily drank the hot chocolate. Y/N sat next to him and observed him as she finished hers. Though, her earlier words lifted his mood, she could tell that her distraction was only temporary.

“Mirio,” she began as he looked up at her, “I wish I could do more for you. I feel everything, all your pain and I can’t imagine what it’s like for you. I wish I can take it away even just for a while.”

Mirio looked at her seriously and put his drink on coffee table. He grabbed Y/N’s drink and put that on the table as well. She just looked at him in confusion as she hadn’t finished yet. Mirio grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. Y/N blushed at their proximity as her breasts were squished against his firm chest.

“I know what you can do for me, Y/N..,” he trailed off as he leaned in close to kiss her. She closed her eyes as his soft lips connected. She could taste the remnants of the hot chocolate on his lips as she desperately responded back. She clutched him tightly as she couldn’t remember the last time he held and kissed her. Y/N didn’t think it was possible to miss someone so much who wasn’t her immediate family let alone someone she used to hate. Her fingers dug into his soft hair as she tightened her hold and pulled. Mirio let out a groan in response and rolled his hips into hers. He disengaged from her and quickly kissed her cheeks, forehead, and nose in succession.

Mirio panted. “Y/N, please I need you.” She blushed as she knew what he was asking from her. “I-I’ve never…,” she trailed off.

“Neither have I, we’ll go slow. I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said. Y/N nodded, giving him consent. Mirio pushed back one of the curls on her face and brought her close enough for him to kiss. Giving a nip to her lips, he explored the inside of her mouth, still tasting the chocolate. She moaned into the kiss and messed with the hoody he was wearing, trying to get to the smooth skin underneath. He tried to help her take off while still kissing her hard. He broke away in frustration when the hoody wouldn’t budge.

“Wait maybe we should take this to my room,” she suggested. He liked the idea at least they would know beforehand if they were about to get interrupted.

Mirio tried to get Y/N to let him carry her bridal style up the stairs like in the movies, but she adamantly refused. She led them to a very pink and feminine room unlike the fierce Y/N he had gotten to know. Y/N stood in awkward silence not knowing what to do when they had arrived in the room. Mirio taking the lead, took off his hoody and his jeans. He immediately went over to Y/N to help her take off her clothes. She tried to protest but it got muffled by a kiss.

Hoisting Y/N in his arms, he dropped her delicately onto her bed. It was medium size just enough room for both. Mirio couldn’t help himself as he let his hands roam the entirety of her soft skin. Her heaving breasts caught his attention as she looked at him with dilated eyes. He tugged the cups of the bra just a tiny bit for her cleavage to spill over, He bit and sucked them, leaving red marks all over. Y/N let out a whimper as he continued his ministration on the other breast. Mirio moved her legs aside, allowing his body to settle in nicely between her thighs. Slipping his fingers into her panties, he immaturely explored her.

“Like this,” she said as she showed him what she liked best. Wanting to see all of her, he slipped off her panties and snapped off her bra with ease, tossing them somewhere in the room. The two teens continued to explore every inch of their soulmate. From the beginning they were connected by their minds and hearts, now they were crossing the final threshold of their bodies. Preparing Y/N had paid off as he inspected his fingers that were wet with her essence. Curious he tasted the wetness and discovered he liked the tangy flavor. He wanted to lick up all of it, to savor the taste, but that was something he wanted to try out in the future. Mirio shimmied out of his boxers as he lined up his member with her center. He felt her tense, so he whispered reassurances as he stroked her face.

Y/N felt his member slip a few times before he finally got it into her. The initial pinch startled her before she forced herself to breath and relax. Mirio didn’t lie, he went slow prioritizing her needs over his own. Y/N hardly felt a pinch when he broke through her membrane and filled her up to the brim. She raked her short nails down his back, causing him to buck into her. She gasped at the sudden movement.

“Y/N, don’t do that, love,” he panted into her neck. Y/N flushed at the impromptu nickname Mirio had bestowed upon her.

He waited a few minutes before trying out short, shallow thrusts to see if she flinched in pain and seeing her writhe and moan gave him the signal to move.

Mirio tried out different rhythms to see what she liked first, matching his thrusts to her reactions. When he lifted up her hips a bit and hit a particular spot that had her gasping and tightening her hold on the bedsheets, he hit that spot over and over in a frenzy. It wasn’t long before Y/N became a babbling mess as she came all over his penetrating member.

SLAM

Mirio lifted his head up in confusion when he heard the slam of a door and muffled talking.

“Y/N! Is that you? Okasan and Otousan are home. Come downstairs we brought food!” Y/N’s mother called out.

Y/N looked at Mirio in panic. She tried to push him off so she could get dressed and go downstairs to greet her parents.

Instead he held her hips tight as he slammed into her over and over, muffling his moans by biting onto her shoulder.

“Mirio! Ahh, what are you doing? We’ll get caught,” she said.

Letting her shoulder go, he whispered back, “just a little more I’m so close.”

When she didn’t say anything else, Mirio took as a sign to keep going so he chased his own pleasure. It wasn’t too long before he pulled out and came in the junction of her thighs.

Luckily for the teens, they were both able to get dressed and downstairs in time for Y/N to introduce Mirio as her soulmate. Her parents were delighted to meet him, and Y/N flushed with happiness knowing that her parents approved of him. Though, she didn’t notice how her mother kept sending them suspicious glances when she noticed the bite mark on Y/N’s neck.

March

Mirio’s tousan watched in absolute happiness as his son graduated from U.A. Who knew his son would one day graduate from the most prestigious hero school in Japan?

He looked around for his tall, blonde son as many graduates filled in from the auditorium outside in the sun to find their parents.

He finally found his wayward son and was about to call out to him when he noticed his son holding and teasing a girl. She seemed very frustrated, gesturing wildly and pointing at him in anger. Mirio just laughed and hugged her. What was even more astonishing was that Mirio kissed her forehead and the girl blushed and yelled at him some more before she stomped away. So that was his soulmate.

He remembered how his son came home one day in jubilation and explained everything in one breath. Though, Mirio seem to be disheartened when he explained how his soulmate didn’t seem to like him. Mirio’s tousan just laughed in glee and Mirio watched him in confusion.

He went on to explain how Mirio’s okasan hated him at first glance and threw a glass of water at him when she discovered her soulmate. He remembered how each day he would do everything to win her heart over and he encouraged Mirio to do the same. He smiled now knowing that Mirio had won his soulmate over just like he did his.

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buckybarnesdollface · 4 years

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Vampires & Pinup Girls

*sorry to everyone in advance who’s reading on the mobile app, I can’t get my keep reading link to show up on the app, it only works on a laptop, I’m so sorry*

“Attendance is mandatory,” Tony said. “The whole team is expected to be there.”

Some grumbles sounded from around the conference table. I watched as Bucky shot Tony a dirty look, but before an argument could break out between the two of them, I quickly cut in.

“Why is it mandatory for everyone, Tony? It’s just a Halloween party.”

“It is mandatory, Ms. (Y/L/N), because this is the first event the Avengers are throwing since…Well, since before the Accords,” Tony explained. “For two years the team’s image has been skewed to the public. This party is meant to show the world that we are once again a united team and stronger than ever.”

“So make an announcement or send out Christmas cards or something instead of forcing us to attend a stupid party,” Bucky grumbled, and then he pushed himself away from the table and stormed off. Steve shot Tony an apologetic look before following his friend.

“Always the drama queen,” Tony muttered, and I turned my head to glare at him.

“It makes him uncomfortable being around that many strangers,” I snapped. “The public hasn’t exactly been the most sympathetic to his situation, and it doesn’t make it any easier when he doesn’t even feel like he belongs with his own team.”

From around the table the team stared at me with wide eyes. Natasha arched an eyebrow at me and my cheeks reddened. I took a shaky breath and then muttered, “Just cut him some slack; you don’t know how hard it is for some people to put themselves out there,” before getting up and leaving the conference room.

I didn’t so much as hear Nat and Wanda follow me out as I felt them coming. Nat was emanating mild concern while Wanda radiated sympathy. I didn’t turn to look at them as they approached, instead slumping against a wall and shaking my head.

“When Steve recruited me for the team, it was supposed to be because I was supposed to be helpful,” I mumbled. “Instead it just seems like my powers put me in a lot of uncomfortable positions.”

“You know the tension between Stark and Barnes isn’t going away anytime soon,” Nat said to me. “You aren’t going to magically fix everything overnight, (Y/N).”

“I know that,” I groaned, and then I turned to Wanda. While I felt other people’s feelings, she could read minds. She was the only one who even somewhat understood and shared the burden I carried. “How do you block it all out?” I asked her, and she shook her head.

“I’ve already taught you how to tone it down, (Y/N),” she murmured sympathetically. “If you can’t control your powers around him it’s because you’re choosing not to, whether it’s a conscious decision or not.”

I shook my head. “It…It’s different with him,” I explained. “With most people, even when they’re feeling very strong emotions, usually I can tune it out. But with Bucky, everything he feels is just so intense. He’s always in pain and he’s always sad. But it’s such a deep pain and sadness that it tears through everything else and practically screams ‘I’m here’ at me.” I pursed my lips. “I just want to take all that pain away but he never lets anyone but Steve close enough for me to even suggest it.”

“Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re in love with him?” Natasha asked softly, and I glared at her.

“I am not –”

“(Y/N), there’s no point in denying it any longer,” Wanda sighed.

“Why not? It’s not like I can do anything about it.” My tone was meant to come off as angry but I just sounded sad. “We don’t even talk. I get the standard ‘hello’ in passing but that’s it. I can’t break past the brick wall he’s built around himself to get to what’s on the inside.”

There was, however, one thing I was keeping from them. Other than the pain and sadness that radiated from Bucky, there was something else. The first time I’d met him after Steve brought me to the compound, an inexplicable warmth spread from him to me the moment our eyes locked. Since that day, the warmth had grown stronger until every time I was in the same room as the surly supersoldier that warmth fought with his pain for my attention. I couldn’t explain it, but it drew me to him like a moth to a flame, and even though we never spoke more than two words at a time to each other I felt like I had a personal connection to this broken man.

The next day Steve came up to me while I was in the gym training.

“Tony told me what you said yesterday,” he said, and I blushed as I lowered the weights back onto the bar. I sat up and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped, I know it wasn’t my place –” I started, but Steve cut me off.

“There’s no need to apologize, (Y/N),” he chuckled. “I actually came here to thank you. I know Buck hasn’t had the easiest time adjusting to being part of the team, but ever since you’ve come along you’ve gone out of your way to make him feel like he belongs. So, thank you.”

My cheeks were hot. “Well at least someone notices,” I mumbled, and Steve shook his head.

“He notices,” he assured me. “Just…keep trying with him, (Y/N). I know he puts up a front and comes off like he’d rather keep to himself, but he does want to open up. He just needs a person who’s patient and that he feels comfortable around.”

“I can be patient,” I whispered, my throat all of a sudden dry, and Steve smiled.

“He needs someone like you in his life,” he said. “He must be sick of just my company by now.”

“Oh, Stevie, c’mon; you aren’t that bad,” I teased, and Steve laughed as he poked my side playfully. Then his face straightened.

“Before I let you get back to your workout, I also have a favour to ask you.”

“Shoot.”

“I’m going on a mission with Sam for the next couple of days,” he explained. “Is there any way you could just keep an eye on Bucky? Just make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid or gets into a fight with Tony? I’ll be back on Friday in time for the party but with Sam and I both gone Bucky isn’t really going to have anyone…”

My heart had started to pound rapidly, but I nodded – Probably much too eagerly. “Of course, Steve,” I assured him. “I’ll do my best.”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Steve said with a warm smile, and then he gave me a nod before leaving the gym. My heart was still hammering in my chest at the thought of being Bucky’s closest friend for the next couple of days.

Bucky already kept to himself, but with Steve gone it was even less likely to see him around the compound. Except to occasionally come out to get food, he stayed in his room. It made keeping my promise to Steve easier, but it also made it impossible to get any one-on-one time with Bucky. So I spent the day with the rest of the team, helping to prepare for the party tomorrow night.

I was on my way out the door with Wanda to go last-minute costume shopping when a wave of tension hit me like a freight train. It stopped me dead in my tracks, and Wanda shot me a concerned look before I turned and followed the feeling to the kitchen.

The tension in there was so much worse. Bucky and Tony were in a standoff, both of them radiating the same energy as two dogs about to go for each other’s throats. Although I didn’t know the reason for the fight, I could tell that Tony was on the offense while Bucky was defensive. Neither of the men had noticed me and Wanda, but I could see the rage in Tony’s eyes and the glint in Bucky’s eyes when Tony took a step closer to him. More importantly, though, I could feel the severity of the situation in their emotions and if I didn’t do something then someone was going to get hurt.

Wanda must have read the direction my thoughts were headed because she opened her mouth to speak, but I was already crossing the room.

“Enough!” I snarled at the two men. “You aren’t children! And you aren’t animals either, so stop acting like it. You’re grown-ass men who should be able to coexist in the same building without the unnecessary hostility.”

“He broke the treadmill!” Tony spat, and Bucky’s eyes flashed.

“I told you, it wasn’t me,” he said through gritted teeth, and he moved to take a step closer. Before the fight could escalate, I stepped between the two men, pressing a hand to each of their chests to hold them apart.

“Stop it!” I shouted. Both of them looked shocked, but they stood down. I hadn’t intended to use my powers on them, so I was surprised and a little frightened when I felt a wave of calm wash over Bucky’s emotions. However, after quickly assessing Tony’s emotions I found he was still burning with anger which meant that I couldn’t have used my powers or he would be calm too. Confused, I quickly removed my hands from their chests. Bucky shot Tony a dirty look before storming out of the kitchen.

Torn between wanting to follow him and wanting to yell at Tony, I narrowed my eyes. I turned to Tony. “For the record, it was Thor who broke the treadmill,” I said icily. “I get that you don’t like him, but this whole making his life miserable thing has to stop, Tony. You of all people should be more considerate of the shit he’s already dealing with. Grow up.”

With that I turned on my heels and walked out, leaving both Tony and Wanda looking shocked.

I knew I had to find Bucky. Usually Steve was the one to make sure he cooled down after a confrontation, but with Steve not here that responsibility fell to me.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., where did Bucky go?” I asked the AI.

“Sergeant Barnes is in the gym.”

Of course he was. I headed downstairs to the gym and took a deep breath before opening the door. Bucky had his back to me, engrossed in taking his frustration out on one of the punching bags. With one particularly hard punch he broke the bag clean from the cable it hung from and split the leather. Sand spilled over the floor and the broken bag skidded across the room, and Bucky cursed.

“As if Stark needed another reason to hate me,” he muttered, and I bit my lip.

“I can clean it up for you,” I offered hesitantly, and Bucky turned to me. His brows were knit together and his mouth was drawn in a frown as he rubbed at the knuckles of his flesh hand. They were red from the punching bag.

“I don’t need you to clean up my messes,” he said in a low voice, and I frowned.

“I never said you did. I was just offering to help.”

“Like in the kitchen?” He glared at me. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking,” I snapped, “that I had to stop the fight before one of you did something you’d regret. Steve would have done the same thing –”

“You aren’t Steve.”

His words were like a punch to my gut. “I know that,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I get that you’d rather Steve be here than me, but I can’t help that. He’s on a mission, and I’m here. Sorry if that upsets you.”

Bucky winced, and suddenly guilt tinged his anger and annoyance. He quickly shook his head.

“I didn’t mean it like that, (Y/N),” he told me. “What I meant was that you shouldn’t have just jumped in like that. It’s like a kitten trying to stop a fight between two pitbulls.”

This time I glared. “You think I’m a kitten?” I hissed, and Bucky shook his head.

“I think it was dangerous for you to step in like that,” he replied, and then he turned his head away from me. “When I get angry like that, I…I don’t always trust myself.”

Self-loathing swallowed up any other emotion he was feeling, and I could feel my heart aching for him. Hesitating, I took a couple of steps closer to him.

��Bucky, don’t do this,” I said softly. “Don’t doubt yourself. You’ve come such a long way; don’t doubt the progress you’ve made.”

His gaze met mine, and for a second horror flashed through his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said in a hoarse voice, and my brow furrowed.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because you feel what other people are feeling,” he answered, “and it must be hell being around me. I don’t want anyone else to have to feel how I feel.”

I felt my heart leap to my throat at the sadness that enveloped every part of the man standing in front of me. More than anything I wanted to wrap my arms around him and take his pain away, but I knew I couldn’t make that choice for him. He’d had too many choices taken from him in his life when it came to his mind; this one had to be his.

“You don’t have to feel like this,” I told him quietly. His eyes met mine and he hesitated before speaking.

“Steve told me you could alter the way others feel,” he murmured. “I just…I’ve had people messing with my head for most of my life. I want to be in control of it all. Good or bad.”

“I understand,” I said softly. “I wouldn’t ever do it without your permission. I wouldn’t be taking anything from you, either. I can’t take memories and my effects are only temporary, but it does help in the moment. So if you ever need it…just let me know.”

I was worried I had overstepped a boundary, but Bucky’s emotions revealed that he was slowly becoming less defensive around me.

“Does it take anything out of you,” he asked, “when you do it?”

I shook my head. “Not usually. It can be mentally draining, sometimes, being exposed to so many different emotions around me, but Wanda’s taught me how to control it for the most part.”

“I’m sorry if anything I’ve ever felt has been a burden on you,” Bucky said quietly. I gave him a shy smile.

“It’s not as bad as you think,” I told him. “There’s a warmth in you. It’s nice…It feels like a fire on a cold winter night.”

I never thought I would see James Buchanan Barnes blush, and yet there it was. It brought with it a new wave of that warmth that I had grown to love, and I ached to feel more of it.

Unfortunately, the conversation was cut short when Scott walked into the gym. He took one look at Bucky and I, and then at the sand all over the floor from the busted punching bag, and his eyes widened.

“It’s nothing to worry about, just an accident,” I said quickly. “If you came in here to train then don’t let us stop you. We’re just gonna clean up the mess and leave.”

Scott still looked apprehensive, but he headed over to the bikes while Bucky and I began to clean up the sand. When we’d gotten rid of the mess, Bucky gave me a rueful smile.

“Thank you,” he said softly, and I returned the smile.

“Don’t mention it. I should get going; I’m supposed to be shopping with Wanda right now.”

“Oh, yeah, go then. I’ll be alright.”

He turned to leave, but I took a deep breath. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?” he replied instantly, spinning on his heels. He looked almost…hopeful?

“If you ever need anything…don’t hesitate to ask,” I murmured, and he smiled. The warmth he usually exuded had intensified until my whole body felt as if it were wrapped in a thick blanket.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he murmured, and then he was gone, leaving me feeling more unsteady than I’d ever felt.

“(Y/N), you look amazing,” Wanda breathed as I stepped out of the bathroom. I blushed and smoothed out the skirt of my dress.

“You think?” I asked uncertainly. “You don’t think I look silly, or dumb…?”

Nat grinned as she put on her devil horns headband. “If that outfit doesn’t have Barnes foaming at the mouth then the guy’s either blind or gay.”

My blush deepened, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t specifically chosen this costume for Bucky’s benefit. The red dress with white polka dots, the red pumps that had me standing six inches taller, the vibrant red lipstick, and the victory rolls that my hair had been styled into all made my 1940s-era pin-up girl ensemble. As I regarded my reflection in Wanda’s full-length mirror, I couldn’t help but admire how much I actually liked this look on me.

“Seriously, (Y/N) – You’ll be catching Bucky’s eye as well as the eyes of every other person with a dick at this party tonight,” Wanda teased. “Hell, if I weren’t so in love with Vis, I would go for you right now.”

She tried to make a seductive face but with her bunny ears and the little painted pink nose all I could do was giggle at how silly it looked and shake my head.

“C’mon, let’s get down there before Tony sends someone for us.”

As usual, Tony’s party was over-the-top. The entire main floor of the compound had been transformed into a mix of a club and a haunted house, with Halloween décor and flashing lights everywhere. The party was already in full swing and there had to have been at least three hundred people there.

Feeling a bit out of place, I dragged the girls over to the bar.

“Whiskey sour,” I told the bartender, and as soon as he handed me the glass I downed a mouthful.

“Damn, girl!” I heard from behind me, and turned to see Sam dressed as Will Smith’s character from Men in Black eying me with approval. Beside him Steve – dressed as Indiana Jones and looking absolutely adorable – looked as if he were unsure if he wanted to admire my costume or be the gentleman he was and not stare.

“She looks hot, huh?” Nat said smugly, and Sam nodded.

“Girl is on fire!” he breathed. “Who are you trying to impress, (Y/N)?”

My cheeks flamed. “No one,” I said too quickly. “I, uh…I just liked the costume.”

“You look just like you’ve come straight out of a magazine from the forties,” Steve said, shaking his head. “Buck’s gotta see this, it’s uncanny.”

His words set my heart racing, but when he turned and saw Bucky wasn’t anywhere in sight, Steve frowned. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Shoulda known he’d take off the first chance he got,” he said as Steve’s eyes scanned the crowd.

“I’ll find him,” Steve said, and he was about to leave when I set a hand on his arm.

“Let me handle this,” I said softly, and Steve’s brow furrowed.

“Are you sure?” he asked uncertainly. “He isn’t exactly the easiest to deal with when he’s like this.”

“Just trust me.”

Steve nodded, and I gave him a small smile before slipping away from the group. It didn’t take long for me to pick up on Bucky’s emotions. He was distressed, and it radiated so strongly it nearly drowned out everyone else around me. I followed the feeling into the kitchen and then the pantry, where I found Bucky leaning against the marble counter and breathing heavily.

“Bucky?” I said cautiously, and his head snapped up. When he saw me his eyes widened and he shook his head.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” he asked. His voice was tight.

“Steve was wondering where you were. He was worried.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, and then turned away from me. I saw the muscle in his jaw twitch, and waited for him to speak.

“I don’t want to be here,” he finally said.

“But you’re already in costume,” I said encouragingly, and to be honest it surprised me that Steve had even managed to talk him into wearing one. He was dressed as a vampire, with a black shirt and a red velvet doublet over it. He had no fake fangs, but his already-pale skin and sharp cheekbones, combined with the way he’d pulled his hair back in a low ponytail, complemented the costume much better than a set of plastic fangs would. He was beautiful, in a dark and sexy way, but I was not here to admire him. “I’m not a fan of these parties, either,” I admitted to him, “but Tony was right. We do need to show solidarity as a team.”

“I can’t go out there, (Y/N), you don’t understand,” he said in a quiet voice, and the severity of his anxiety hit me like a truck. He was terrified.

“You can,” I murmured gently. “I know being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, but you have friends out there to help you through it. You’ve got Steve, and Sam, and…me.”

I bit my lip in anticipation of his response. Finally, he looked at me – really looked at me for the first time since I’d found him – and his eyes widened.

“Shit, doll, your costume is taking me right back to 1941,” he murmured, and I blushed.

“Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“Good,” he assured me quickly. “You look…you look amazing.”

My cheeks were hot and my heart was ready to burst out of my ribcage, but I couldn’t let my personal feelings get in the way of why I’d come to find him. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Dracula,” I chuckled, “but no one will see that if you stay in here all night.”

He shook his head again, his face paling. “(Y/N), I can’t…”

“You can,” I insisted. “Let me help you, Bucky. I can take away your anxiety if that’s what you want.”

For a moment he looked torn. I was sure he was going to say no, but to my surprise he nodded.

“Alright,” he finally said. “I…I trust you. Do it.”

“You’re sure?”

“Please.”

There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes, and with a deep breath I stepped towards him, hesitating before reaching out to take his flesh hand between both of mine. His skin was warmer than I’d expected and I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him. Instead I focused on the buttons of his doublet until all of his anxiety melted away into a calmness.

“How do you feel?” I asked tentatively as I let go of his hand and stepped back.

“So much better,” he admitted in awe. “(Y/N), thank you. I…Wow. I wish I had let you do this sooner.”

A wave of pride washed over me, and I gave him a warm smile. “Happy to help,” I said. “Now, are you ready to join the party?”

Bucky nodded. “I think so.”

“If you start to feel overwhelmed at all throughout the night, just come grab my hand and I’ll help. Okay?”

It was Bucky’s turn to blush. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this, (Y/N),” he murmured. “I haven’t had peace of mind like this in a long time.”

“As I said, happy to help. Now c’mon, before Steve comes looking for us both.”

Steve mouthed a “thank you” to me as I led Bucky into the party. I replied with a smile and was glad to feel that Bucky’s anxiety hadn’t returned upon facing the party head-on. Nat and Wanda both arched their brows at me.

“What did you say to get him here?” Wanda asked.

“Or what did you do?” Nat smirked and I glared at her.

“I did what I would have done for anyone on the team.”

“Well he keeps staring at you,” Nat pointed out. “Guess the costume is working?”

Before I could even look to see if he really was in fact staring, Wanda dragged me out onto the dancefloor. “We’ll give him something to stare at!” she giggled, and then she was twirling me around and I almost – almost – was having too much fun to remember I was trying to catch a certain supersoldier’s attention.

Throughout the night I tried to keep in touch with Bucky’s emotions to make sure his anxiety wasn’t returning, but after a few whiskey sours my focus wasn’t as sharp and Nat and Wanda had me dancing until my feet started to ache in my heels. Sam had joined us on the dancefloor, as had Thor and Peter. Eventually, Nat went and grabbed a hold of Steve’s and Bucky’s hands and dragged them into the group.

“You guys are old, but you’re not dead!” she exclaimed. “Show us some of that forties’ charm!”

Bucky’s eyes widened, and I could feel his anxiety start to creep back into his mind. Before he could open his mouth, Wanda had pulled Steve forward to dance with her and Nat was nudging me towards Bucky.

I hesitated before setting a hand on Bucky’s arm. “If you need me to do the thing, I will,” I told him quietly, but he shook his head.

“No, I’m fine. Just…Dance with me?”

He said it as a question, and I gave him a small smile and nodded. It was a slow song playing and I hesitantly slipped my arms around his neck. Bucky set his hands on my waist and then looked at me imploringly.

“Is this alright?” he asked and I chuckled.

“This is 2019, Buck. If dance moves were rated like movies, this one would barely be considered PG.”

He blushed but nodded, and then we swayed gently to the music. It was neither awkward nor perfect – It was just nice, but I was okay with just nice if it meant I was dancing with Bucky. When the song ended and a more upbeat one started, he didn’t pull away like I had expected him to do, but instead he twirled me around and I let out a little shriek of surprise.

“Natasha was right; I’m old, not dead,” Bucky said. “Let me prove to you there’s more to me than a brooding ex-assassin.”

We danced for the better part of an hour, and I think everyone was shocked to learn that this side of Bucky existed. Steve looked thrilled – After all, he likely hadn’t seen his best friend so carefree in over seventy years. I myself was giddy with happiness; this night was so much better than I had thought it would be. As the time passed, though, my heels started making my feet ache more and more until I could barely stand, let alone dance. I apologized to the group and went to find a couch to rest on. Bucky detached himself from the group and followed me.

“You alright?” he asked me as I sank into the cushions of a couch not too far from the bar.

“Yeah, I just needed to sit,” I replied. “These shoes are unforgiving.”

“So take ‘em off.”

“But they complete the outfit.”

“Doll, with or without the shoes you still look stunning, trust me.” He sat on the edge of the table in front of me. “C’mon, let’s get you out of them before I have to start carrying you around because you can’t walk.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You would carry me around if I couldn’t walk?”

“Well it’s the least I could do,” he replied. “I mean, I owe you one, don’t I? If it weren’t for you, then I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d be up in my room alone missing out on all the fun down here.”

“You don’t owe me,” I protested. “Seeing you have fun for once is reward enough for me.”

He gave me a shy smile. “Thank you,” he murmured. “Steve was right about you.”

This piqued my interest. “What do you mean?”

Bucky blushed and ducked his head, suddenly uncomfortable. “It’s nothing, I just…” He shook his head, then stood. “I need a drink,” he said. “Do you want a drink?”

“Um, yeah, sure. A whiskey sour, I guess,” I said, and he nodded before taking off to the bar and leaving me confused.

He returned with a beer for him and a whiskey sour for me. He handed me my drink but remained standing, his hand tapping the beer bottle as if he were nervous.

“Bucky, are you alright?” I asked, and he plastered a smile onto his face.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired. It’s been fun, but I think I might just turn in for the night.”

I did the best I could to hide the disappointment on my face and instead stood despite the protest from my aching feet. “I’ll walk with you,” I told him. “I’m getting tired, too.”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to leave the party just because I am,” Bucky protested. “Stay. Have fun.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or just pure confidence that drove me to say what I did next.

“How can I have fun when the best part of my night is leaving?”

Bucky’s eyes widened, and I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed. “You don’t mean that,” he finally said. “You just want me to stay.”

I shook my head. “I never said we had to stay,” I disagreed. “I’m just saying my night has been a lot better with you as a part of it.”

“(Y/N)…” Bucky shook his head. “What do you want from me?”

“Only the truth.”

“And what truth would that be?”

“Why did you let me use my powers on you tonight?”

Bucky frowned. “I’m tired of letting my insecurities control me.”

I shook my head. “I meant, why tonight? I’ve offered before and you wouldn’t, but tonight you barely hesitated.”

Bucky was silent for a moment. When he finally spoke, he wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Because,” he murmured, “you walked into that pantry and I felt calmer before you even touched me. And you were wearing that damn outfit…I knew I’d be kicking myself in the ass if I let you walk out of that pantry back into the party because with the way you look tonight any guy here would be all over you.”

My breath caught in my throat and I felt my body grow warm. I wanted to jump him right then and there, but he was nervous and I didn’t want to scare him. “So why are you leaving me here now?” I asked him quietly.

The pause before his answer was even longer this time. “Because it scares me to think that you’ll see me differently if you spend any more time with me,” he admitted in a rough voice.

I took a step towards him, and then another, until we were mere inches apart. “I see the guy that made my night pretty damn great,” I told him. Before he could speak, I took his flesh hand in mine and was met with a wave of heat. “You’re incredibly warm,” I murmured.

“My body temperature runs higher than a normal person’s –” he started, but I shook my head.

“Not that. I mean that warmth I told you I felt in you? It’s…stronger. A lot stronger.”

In fact, it was so strong it was radiating from him to me until we were enveloped in our own little wildfire. I couldn’t even feel anyone else around me anymore, just him.

“I have one more question,” I said, and Bucky pursed his lips before nodding at me to continue. I licked my lips before asking, “Do you really want to go upstairs to your room alone while I stay here at the party?”

Bucky gritted his teeth. “No.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want you to tell me neither of us are spending the night alone tonight.”

My hand on his tightened. “As long as you promise me that as much as you love this outfit, you won’t hesitate to help me out of it,” I said in a low voice, and Bucky’s blue eyes darkened as the heat he radiated became almost stifling.

“Upstairs,” he growled. “Now.”

His tone made me shiver in anticipation. “Whose room?”

“Yours is closer.”

The trip from the elevator to my door was a blur of heat and the thickest tension I’d ever felt. My stomach flipped with nerves as I felt Bucky’s eyes on me from behind me, and when the elevator stopped on the third floor, he followed me to my door. I managed to turn the knob, but as soon as I had stepped into the room Bucky’s hands were on my waist and he was spinning me around to face him. He kicked the door shut, his hands still on my waist as his eyes regarded me with hunger but also hesitance.

“(Y/N), are you sure you want this?” he asked me, and I rolled my eyes.

“James Buchanan Barnes, if you don’t kiss me right now, I swear to god…”

I didn’t get to finish my threat, however, because Bucky had pulled me flush against him and crushed his lips to mine. I let out a surprised gasp and my hands quickly grasped Bucky’s biceps to steady myself as my legs started to feel weak. I had pictured this moment for months, and now that it was actually happening it was better than I could have ever imagined. His lips were soft but his kiss was hard, and soon he had me breathless.

“Bucky,” I breathed, disconnecting our lips. His mouth continued to trail down my jaw to my neck and my hands on his arms tightened.

“Tell me what you want, doll,” he murmured against my skin. “Tell me.”

“You. I want you.”

Suddenly Bucky’s hands slid under my thighs and he lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and he reconnected our kiss as he carried me to the bed, where he laid me down among the blankets and pillows. He crawled on top of me, his eyes still dark, and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked at me.

“You are so beautiful,” he told me quietly, and I was sure I blushed from head to toe. Bucky leaned in to kiss me softly, and when he pulled away, I bit my lip.

“Thought you were gonna help me out of this dress, Sergeant,” I said to him in a husky voice. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard, but then he gave me a small smile and shook his head.

“Oh, I will, doll, but you gotta have patience. I plan on taking my time with this.” He leaned in so that his mouth was at my ear, his breath hot. “Wanna make sure I ruin you for all other men.”

His words sent shivers through me and I let out a soft whimper as his teeth nipped gently at my earlobe before he pulled away. The ache at my core grew stronger than ever and I sat up, my arms winding around his neck and pulling him back to me for a searing kiss. Bucky lifted me into his lap and my legs once again wound around his waist as I hugged him to me. Our mouths remained locked in a passionate dance as Bucky’s hands roamed down my body to rest on my hips. My own hands fumbled with the buttons of his velvet doublet, and once he was rid of that I tugged the hem of his black shirt from the waistband of his pants and began on those buttons as well. I only got half of them undone before Bucky’s lips tore away from mine and he cocked one dark eyebrow at me.

“What did I say about taking my time?” he said. “Can’t do that if you tear off all my clothes right now.”

Flushed, I pouted at him. “I need something!” I huffed, but then a wicked smile spread across my face and I started to grind my hips against Bucky’s. His eyes widened and narrowed within half a second, and then I was once again pinned to the bed with him above me.

“Easy, doll,” he said in a low voice. “The more you try to rush me, the longer I’ll make you wait.”

I glared up at him, but was quickly sated when his lips started kissing the hollow of my throat. I let out a soft moan and it spurred him on, his hands once again roaming the curves of my body over my dress. He shifted and used his knee to nudge my legs apart enough for him to fit his thigh between them, but when I tried to wiggle closer to give myself some relief his hands held my hips firmly to the mattress. He chuckled at my huff of annoyance.

“I promise I’ll take good care of you, doll,” Bucky murmured. His lips had moved to the tops of my breasts that spilled out of the neckline of my dress, and his flesh hand slid slowly up my left leg while the metal hand still held my hips in place. I could feel myself grow hotter as his hand slid further up my leg, under my dress and towards the inside of my thigh. I tugged the elastic from his hair and carded my fingers through it. It was soft, and Bucky momentarily stopped his actions to close his eyes and let out a quiet groan. As sexy as the sound was, I silently cursed myself because his hand had been so close to where I needed it to be.

“You make it awful hard to take my time, doll,” he told me, his voice husky. “I can practically smell how bad you want it.”

I blushed. “How…?”

“Supersoldier, remember? Everything is enhanced.”

I should have been embarrassed that he could smell my arousal, but honestly it just made the whole thing that much hotter. I bit my lip, all annoyance at his slow pace replaced with the need to feel him everywhere.

“Please. Bucky,” I whined. “I need you to touch me.”

Bucky grinned, and then his hand under my dress finally slid up the inside of my thigh and over the black lace panties I was wearing. My eyes drifted shut at the contact, and when his hand applied more pressure to my clothed core I whimpered.

“This what you wanted, doll?” Bucky murmured as he rubbed at my core. I could only nod, and when he pushed my panties aside to slide his warm fingers through my slick folds my breath caught in my throat. “So wet for me,” he breathed. “I’ve barely even touched you yet.”

“So touch me,” I challenged, and Bucky’s eyes narrowed. The next thing I knew he was tearing the panties from my hips and I couldn’t even care that it was my favourite pair – The action was so hot that it just made me want him that much more. I sat up and grabbed his shirt, yanking it open. Buttons popped and Bucky growled, pulling me until I was straddling his lap as his shirt fell from his shoulders, leaving him bare from the waist up. He really was a work of art, but I didn’t have long to marvel at his beauty before his lips crashed against mine and his hand once again found its way under my dress. Before he could touch me, though, I pulled away from his kiss and shook my head.

“Not that one,” I told him. “I want the metal one.”

Bucky’s eyes bulged, and for a minute I feared I’d pushed him too far. But then his eyes darkened and he replaced his flesh hand with the vibranium one. He held my eyes as he ran his fingers through my folds, the contrast between the cold metal and my wet heat sending shivers through my body. When he finally sank one and then two fingers inside of me my head fell back and I let out an obscene moan.

“That’s it,” Bucky cooed, his fingers pumping in and out of me slowly. “I’ve got you, baby girl. Just let me take care of you.”

I moaned again, and Bucky shifted our bodies so he was hitting me at a different angle. I cried out as his fingers found that magic spot inside me, and Bucky watched with a rapt expression on his face as I more or less fucked his hand. I could feel the coil in my abdomen tighten, but before I could come Bucky was pulling his hand away, leaving me empty and aching.

“Not yet, doll,” he murmured, and instead of whining I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my mouth, licking his metal digits clean of my juices without breaking eye contact. He stared at me with lust-filled eyes and I could feel him hardening beneath me. I smirked as I let his hand fall to his side.

“You aren’t the only one who knows how to play this game,” I teased. A growl rumbled from his chest, and then in one swift movement my dress had been yanked over my head and I was on my back and pinned to the bed with him hovering above me. His hair hung in his face, and I reached up to tuck some of it behind his ear. He turned his head to nip lightly at my wrist.

“You look absolutely breathtaking right now, doll,” he murmured, and I grinned.

“My view’s not too bad, either,” I chuckled. “But are we gonna keep staring at each other or actually do something?”

Bucky laughed, and then he flipped over so that he was on his back and I was straddling his hips. His hands slid up my body until they cupped my breasts, and when his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I let out a soft moan and grinded my hips against his, causing his erection to twitch in his pants. I leaned down to catch his lips with mine, and as we kissed one of his hands alternated between my breasts while the other rocked me against him. The friction of his clothed erection against my bare core was going to quickly bring me to an orgasm, but before I could even build up to it Bucky’s hands gripped my hips and he tugged me up his body until his face was level with the heat between my legs.

“You smell so good, doll,” he mumbled. “Gotta have a taste.”

Before I could protest, Bucky was lifting my hips and sliding his face between my thighs. His tongue swiped along my slit and I moaned so loud I was sure the entire compound would have heard me if not for the party going on downstairs. My hands gripped the iron headboard in front of me for support as Bucky’s tongue continued to explore my folds. When his mouth finally sought out my clit I gasped his name, my hands letting go of the headboard so my fingers could tangle in his hair to hold him there. I could feel him smile against me, his hands tight on my thighs around his head, and when he began to suck on my clit, I couldn’t help but roll my hips against his face. My enthusiasm had him moaning into me which only added to my pleasure, and it wasn’t long before I was so close to falling over the edge.

“Bucky…” I whined breathlessly. His mouth briefly stopped its ministrations and his eyes met mine. He looked about as wrecked as I felt.

“Come for me, doll,” he urged, his voice husky. “Come all over my face, I wanna taste how sweet your release is.”

His words, combined with his lips wrapping around my clit, had me coming undone in the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I cried out Bucky’s name, my fingers curling tightly in his hair as my nails dragged against his scalp, while Bucky brought me down with tiny kisses and kitten licks. When I’d finally somewhat gotten my breath back, Bucky lifted me off his face and sat up, pulling me to his chest and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead as he smoothed out my hair.

These moments of tenderness weren’t something I had expected from the world’s deadliest ex-assassin, but knowing he had this side warmed my heart. However, I was still starving for his touch and the tenderness could wait until later. My hands reached down and undid the buckle of his belt before unbuttoning his pants and reaching underneath his boxer briefs to grab his length. He let out a soft hiss as my fingers curled around the shaft, and when my thumb brushed over the tip, he groaned my name.

“I can’t do this any longer,” he panted. “I need you now.”

With that, Bucky rid himself of the rest of his clothes and then I was on my back and he had taken himself in his hand. He slid his length through my soaked folds a few times, coating it with my juices, and then he aligned himself with my entrance and slid in fully in one slow thrust. I whimpered at how well he filled me and he let out a soft “Fuck,” stilling as he allowed for me to adjust to his size. He was certainly the largest I had ever had, but I wanted him so badly I didn’t need more than a couple of seconds to adjust. I rolled my hips up into his, and when he let out a sharp breath, I bit my lip.

“Ruin me, Sergeant,” I said in a smoky voice, and that was all the encouragement Bucky needed because all of a sudden he was pulling out of me just to slam back into me. He set a brutal pace, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he drove into me over and over, the room suddenly filled with the sound of skin on skin and our moans and whimpers of pleasure. Every time Bucky thrust into me, I let out a moan and my walls would clench around him, causing him to grunt and groan in return. It wasn’t long before my legs started to feel boneless and the coil in my stomach tightened, but before it tightened too much Bucky’s movements slowed until he was barely dragging in and out of me.

I looked up to see that his brow was furrowed and I realized that he was concentrating on not coming. I reached up to pull his face to mine, kissing him hard as I purposely clenched my walls around his length and rolled my hips against his. He choked on the air he’d just sucked in and I could feel his cock twitch inside me.

“(Y/N)…” he warned. “I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.”

“It’s okay, I’m close,” I breathed. My fingers laced through his hair as I pulled his face close to mine. “Come for me, Buck. I’ll be right behind you.”

With a soft groan, Bucky set at a ruthless pace once again. It didn’t take long before his thrusts became more erratic, but he was determined to make me come first as he reached between us with his flesh hand to rub furiously at my clit while he drove into me. Between his fingers on my clit, the way his thick length stretched my walls while he hit that sweet spot inside of me, and his searing kiss, it took no time at all to have me coming undone and crying out “James, fuck!” My nails scratched along his back as I arched into him, and then his hips stuttered and I could feel him spill into me. He buried his face into my neck with a groan, and we stayed like that for a few minutes.

Bucky’s weight was heavy on top of me, but in a comfortable way, so I was disappointed when his now-soft length slipped out of me and he rolled onto his back next to me. Neither of us spoke right away, and panic started to settle in – Panic that he’d gotten what he wanted and that would be it.

He got up after a minute and disappeared into the bathroom, and I was surprised when he returned a minute later with a damp washcloth. Waiting for my permission, he cleaned up the mix of our juices between my legs with a gentleness the complete opposite of how he’d handled me only moments before. He pressed a quick kiss to the inside of my thigh as he finished up, a rueful grin on his face.

“I made quite the mess of ya, doll, I’m sorry,” he chuckled, and I bit my lip and giggled before sitting up and brushing a damp lock of hair from his face.

“Don’t apologize, silly. You did promise to ruin me for all other men.”

His eyes were blue fire as he regarded me. “Did it work?”

I got the impression that we were no longer just carrying out playful banter; the way he was staring at me, mixed with the warmth that his mind was emitting, were what gave me the courage to do what I did next. Sitting up on my knees, I pulled him into a lingering kiss. When we broke apart, I held his eyes.

“I don’t want anyone but you, Buck,” I whispered, my voice husky. “It’s always gonna be you.”

I watched Bucky’s face soften. “Fuck, doll, you have no idea how happy that makes me,” he murmured, and then he laid me back down in the pillows for round two.

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #smut #halloween #mcu #bucky reader insert #fluff #angst

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impostertamsong · 3 years

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Struggles at Starboard

@psychopathicqueenly, this is for you!

Even though the crew doesn’t need to, Dex has always watched the auditions. There’s something exciting about seeing new possibilities and old faces.

That, and for the first ever auditions in ninth grade, Sophie decided she was going to be a star and dragged him along for moral support. She’s been auditioning ever since, since the first one was a success. Those days feel like just yesterday.

Sophie grabbed onto Dex’s arm nervously, shaking slightly. “Do you think I got it?”

“Yeah, I think so,” he answered, smiling. She ran to the list of names, scanned them impatiently, and then turned around abruptly almost crashing into another student.

“I did it!” she screeched, and ran into Dex, enveloping him in a giant bear hug. “I did it, I did it, I did it!”

It was a small part, but the fact that she got in was big in itself. And from there she auditioned for pretty much every musical and play that presented themselves. Dex somehow got dragged into being a member of the crew, and immediately loved it. It turned out he quite enjoyed building things.

Four years later, not much has changed, except for the size of Sophie’s roles and the increasing amount of paint I got everywhere painting sets. Well, a few other things too.

“C’mon, Soph, you’re going to do perfectly. You always do,” Biana says, kissing Sophie’s knuckles. They’ve been dating ever since Biana got a big case of stage fright the night before the last performance of West Side Story (she was Maria, of course, and, oddly enough, Fitz ended up being Bernardo).

Sophie blushes, grinning. “Yeah, yeah, but this one is special! We’re seniors now, so it’s all or nothing. And if I got the lead roll,” she trails off, looking wistful.

“Psht, you’ll get it,” Dex responds, patting her shoulder. Sophie rolls her eyes in response.

“Biana Vacker,” the theater teacher, Mr. Bronte calls, and says and the girl stands up, looking a little nervous. Sophie gives her a reassuring look, and most of the nervousness fades away.

“You'll be great, Bi,” she whispers, and with that, Biana runs up to the stage to perform her lines. The spring play is one that Tam Song (who happens to be a writer, who knew) wrote about the harrowing adventures of a crew of pirates and how they make it through one of the worst storms in centuries. It’s titled, “Struggles at Starboard.”

Biana’s audition goes in a flash, and soon she’s running back, looking excited. Sophie gets up and hugs her.

“You did great, sweetie,” she whispers. Biana’s beam grows.

“Fitz Vacker,” Mr. Bronte calls. Dex looks around for him, and watches as Fitz climbs up onto the stage.

Sophie elbows him. “Hey, lover boy.”

“Shut up,” he hisses, and Biana cackles quietly.

Three weeks later, the cast lists are out. Sophie is practically vibrating with anticipation when she and Dex get to school.

Fitz and Biana are already at the cast list when they arrive. Sophie sprints up, wrapping her arms around Biana’s neck, giggling.

“So?” she asks, slightly out of breath. Biana turns around and gives Sophie a big hug.

“You got the part!”

Dex plugs his ears just as Sophie screeches. Fitz gives him a knowing look, and Dex smiles, blushing slightly. Biana looks at him and winks.

Sophie did, in fact, get the part. Maya Green is the captain of the ship, and also the female lead. I learn that Biana is playing the ship’s cook, Dahlia Rogers, and Fitz is playing the trusty sidekick, Benjamin West.

The next two months are filled with setting out prop designs, memorizing lines, building and painting sets, trying on costumes, nervous actors, and dress rehearsals. And then the first performance arrives, just like that.

Back stage, Fitz is hiding.

“What are you doing here? Show’s on in five minutes,” Dex whispers, after peering in through the door.

“I can’t do it,” Fitz answers. He’s shaking slightly.

“You’ve been working on this for months, you’ve got it down front to back!” Dex says, crouching down in front of Fitz.

“No, I can’t. I’ve forgotten everything.”

“I’m sure you haven’t.” Dex puts a hand on Fitz’s.

Fitz looks down. There are tears in his eyes. “I’m so nervous, Dex. I don’t know why, I’m usually not. I’ve done this for years, why now? It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Of course it makes sense. This is your last first show. Of course you’re nervous. Heck, I’m nervous! But I know you can do it. You know why? You’re amazing, and you’ve done it so many times. This is no different. You’re just a pirate this time, is all. Benjamin West, childhood best friend and right hand man to Maya Green, captain of the Tidal Wave.” Dex waves his hands around for effect, and Fitz chuckles.

“How’d I come to deserve such a good friend?”

Dex looks away. “Well, I could say the same about you.” He looks back, and Fitz is much closer. Was he imagining that?

“Dex, I, thank you,” Fitz whispers, sliding off of his chair and down next to Dex.

“Fitz?” Dex whispers, barely audible. He was so close now.

“Yeah?”

“You’re, uh, you’re pretty close,” he mumbles nervously, probably red as the bandana tied around Fitz’s head.

He hums and leans in closer, somehow. “Is that a problem?”

“Um,” he stutters, and Fitz smiles, closing the gap.

“Copied Biana’s tactic, huh?” Dex giggles, grinning.

“Shut up, you liked it.”

“I did,” he answered, kissing Fitz (he could do that now!). “Now, go kick that storm’s ass. Not too hard though, it would be a shame to ruin my perfect waves. And the wind machine? Would be a shame to ruin it.”

“Okay,” Fitz laughs, pulling Dex up, keeping hold of his hand when they’d both stood up. “There’s a play to be done!”

#kotlc #dex dizznee #fitz vacker #biana vacker #sophie foster #tam song #bronte #fanfiction #kotlc secret santa 2020 #kotlc secret santa #hopefully the tag works this time

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min-youngis · 4 years

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Happy Cactus (pt. ii)

gif not mine

read pt. i here

~ Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

~ Genre : Fluff, Humour

~ Rating : PG-13

~ Summary : It hasn’t really been that long, and it definitely hasn’t been very public, but this thing you two have got going is some good shit.

You’re a grouch and Jungkook just makes you want to smile and your relationship isn't nearly as much of a secret as you thought it was.

Established Relationship (but not so secret apparently) ft. ot6

~ Word Count : 2,008

~ Warnings : swearing, hangover mentions(¿)

~ A/N : look look i finally got around to doing a pt 2!!! i'm fairly sure this should make sense without reading pt 1, but it'll definitely be clearer if you have!

i'd love to hear feedback! spread the love!

masterlist in my description.

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You wake up to the feeling of water drops falling on your face and Jungkook chanting, “Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake-Oh good, you’re awake.”

“Stop,” you sleepily whine, turning and pulling the covers over your head to protect yourself from the water cupped in Jungkook’s palms, now trickling down and wetting the blanket atop you, seeping uncomfortably through the fabric and into the shell of your ear.

“I have dance class in like twenty minutes, I need to leave. I could drop you off on the way if you'd like, before the others wake up?” he says, obediently emptying his palms over the bedsheet where your toes are.

You let out a disgruntled huff and kick the sheets down, revealing Jungkook in all his damp, post shower-hair, dance hoodie-clad glory, pouring out more water from a bottle into his hand, no doubt to spill on you.

You squint at the sunlight streaming in through the window and give him as dark a glare as you can muster with your eyes half shut and your mouth half open in a yawn. Unfazed, with a shit eating grin, before your reflexes can kick in, he swiftly pours what water he has in his hands right atop your abdomen, leaving you squirming in discomfort at the cold wetness and sitting up fully, blearily attempting to reach your arm out and swipe at his giggling frame that’s now a safe distance away from the bed.

The fact that he’s this cheery and active the morning after getting shit-faced the previous night annoys you greatly. Fucking dancer metabolism. You, on the other hand, can feel the tell-tale signs of a mini hangover.

Paying no mind to your scowl, he asks again, “So do you want me to drop you? I think the others are still asleep.”

Groaning as you firmly palm the top of your head, you nod and direct all your energy into the mammoth project of getting to the bathroom to pee and brush, aiming a kick to his shin on the way that lands with a dull, satisfying thunk. He doesn’t seem to be particularly affected, screwing up his face in too exaggerated an expression of agony for it to be genuine, but you’ll take what you can get. Or give.

You feel a little better after brushing, the staleness in your mouth replaced by minty freshness, and you reappear in the room in a pair of leggings and the hoodie you had slept in to see Jungkook standing over the cactus and shrimp costumes that are crumpled on the floor from where you had dropped them last night.

Curiously, he asks, “What do we do with these?”

“Mine’s a rental,” you shrug. “I’ve gotta return it later today.”

“Oh.”

Eyes growing wide, you turn from the side table where you had been checking your phone to look at Jungkook who has a surprised expression on his face. Trying to hold in your giggles, you enquire in as normal a tone as possible, “Did you...buy a shrimp costume?”

Nodding, as if it’s the most obvious thing in a world, he replies, “Well, yeah.” Realisation and regret slowly dawn on him. “I didn’t think of renting, why didn’t I think of renting?”

Now snickering freely, you ask, “How much did you pay for it?”

“Too much,” he answers with a dark, mutinous look.

Chuckling to yourself in awed amusement, you move towards him with your phone in hand and gather the cactus costume in your arms. You look at his thoughtful pout over the prickly fabric as he surveys the beige shrimp costume on the floor with a distasteful look and you transfer your own costume to one hand, balancing the bundle against your hip after sliding your phone into the hoodie pocket.

Slipping your hand into his, you tug to get him moving so he isn’t late for his class. And so that nobody else in the house wakes up before you can leave.

Tearing his eyes from the floor, he ruefully picks up his bag from the bed and slings it over his shoulder, acquiescingly letting you lead him out of the room.

“Stop laughing at me,” he whines, squeezing your fingers in retaliation as another giggle escapes from your mouth.

Trying to tamp down your mirth on catching his sad expression, you say, “It isn’t such a big deal. You could probably rent it out. Or make it your brand, just wear it every year.”

His hand is at the door handle, mouth open to reply when you hear a throat abruptly clear behind you. Immediately, the both of you freeze on spot.

“Leaving so soon?”

You and Jungkook exchange desperate looks. Realising that there’s no way to escape this, the two of you turn around as a unit. Belatedly, you realise that your hands are still holding his, fingers intertwined.

You see Tae and Yoongi standing. Well, Tae's standing, arms crossed, foot theatrically tapping on the floor and eyebrow raised. Yoongi’s sort of slumped against the wall with a bored expression on his face.

Your mind races, trying to figure out a decent explanation, but before you can utter anything, Jungkook beats you to the punch. Frantically, he says, “Hey, guys!” in a too high voice.

Great start.

Tae’s eyebrow raises higher. With a serious nod, he shortly greets, “Kook. Y/N.” Yoongi only grunts and lazily lifts his hand in acknowledgement.

There’s silence for a moment, where Tae scrutinises the both of you wordlessly. Jungkook throws you a panicked look out of the side of his eye and you rush to pick up where he left off, mind whirring. “I had just come by to...uh...pick up my costume, I had left it here last night.” You lift said costume towards them in a Look! I’m not lying! gesture. Except, that ends up giving them a clear view of the oversized grey hoodie that’s very obviously not yours, with Jungkook’s dance troupe logo printed on the side. Clearing your throat, you hurriedly bring your arm back down.

Yoongi snorts. Tae’s eyebrow looks like it’s in danger of disappearing into his fringe. Slowly, from his previous unimpressed stare on your face, he moves down until he’s pointedly looking at your interlinked hands.

“Needed some help walking?” he asks drily.

You have to resist the urge to hit your forehead when Jungkook fucking giggles nervously and says, “Uh, yeah, she...injured her leg last night. Slipped on something. A drink! Yeah, a drink, somebody hadn’t put their cup in the dustbin and she ended up slipping on whatever fell out. You should probably look into that, Tae. I think it was Jackson, you know how he gets when he’s drunk, always so messy, we should stop inviting him-Ouch!”

Your elbow to his stomach effectively makes him stop rambling and you try undoing all the damage he’s done by plastering on a huge, fake smile, studiously ignoring Jungkook’s sullen silence next to you as he rubs his side, avoiding any and all eye contact.

Tae continues looking impassive. Yoongi looks like he’s trying not to snort again.

“You don’t seem to be in any real pain,” Tae observes, with an air of somebody who’s reporting the weather with no great interest in it.

Cursing Jungkook for starting this train of conversation, you open your mouth to say something at the same time as he does, the result being a jumbled ‘It was a minor injury' and ‘She’s on painkillers’.

It’s painful to experience the following silence, heavy and intense, and you can feel Jungkook’s grip on your hand becoming clammy.

And then, in front of you, to your greatest astonishment, Tae's disdainful face morphs into abject glee. Yoongi rolls his eyes and amusedly mutters, “Injured her leg, my ass. I hoped you’d be better at lying than that, have I taught you nothing?”

You feel like an egg has just been cracked over your head as Tae howls in laughter and manages to stutter out, “Was her leg injured last week when you guys were at the mall too? Were her lips injured at the library, day before yesterday?”

At the same time, Jungkook and you exclaim in an identical hot, offended tone of voice, “You were spying on us?” and “I have never in my life, been to a library and I resent that accusation.”

You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s dramatic declaration as Tae only laughs harder, now having to hold the wall next to him for support. Yoongi looks like he’s trying hard not to burst as well as he says, “I wouldn’t say spying. That day at the mall, Jimin spotted the two of you coming out of the food court and Namjoon just happened to be in the library when you guys were studying. Or, you know, not studying.”

You huff in annoyance and turn to Jungkook to gauge his reaction. He looks mighty confused, head cocked to a side, eyes wide as he asks, “How long have you known?”

“How long has this been going on?” Yoongi challenges.

“Some time,” Jungkook answers evasively with narrowed eyes, not rising to the bait.

“We’ve known for some time as well,” Yoongi retorts, unfazed smirk playing on his lips.

Tae’s managed to calm down a bit and he asks, still hiccoughing occasionally, “Why did you even try to keep it a secret, you’re both about as subtle as an earthquake.”

“Y/N wanted to,” Jungkook says next to you, shooting you an apologetic look.

“Jungkook wanted to,” you utter at the same time.

For a moment, there’s awkward silence and you both look at each other, amazed.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Yoongi grabbing an open-mouthed Tae's arm and walking back into the house, rapidly saying, “Okay, bye, good talk.”

“Did you not want this to be a secret?” Jungkook asks, thoroughly puzzled.

“Not particularly? I thought you wanted to keep it on the down low,” you reply, equally bemused.

“Why would I want to hush it up? Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you when we’re out with the guys?”

Flustered, you enquire, “No? How was I supposed to know? I thought you were staying away because you wanted to!”

Pregnant pause. And then, at the same time, Jungkook and you start laughing.

“We're incredibly stupid,” you chortle, allowing a similarly chuckling Jungkook to let go of your hand in favour of winding his arm around your waist to tug you closer.

You feel like a weight has been lifted as you stumble closer, shifting the cactus costume to your side so you huddle into his frame, tipping your face up to look him the eye.

“Not so subtle, are we?” he softly asks, sobering up quickly and dipping down to brush his lips against yours.

You hum in agreement as you mutter, “I need to come with you for your dance practice so that guy knows you aren’t single.”

“Which guy?” Jungkook asks, pulling away looking bewildered.

You roll your eyes, knowing that Jungkook wouldn’t have noticed, and before you can explain, Tae's voice comes ringing from the direction of the kitchen. “Are you guys done making out? Jin wants to know if you’re staying for breakfast.”

It’s followed by an exhausted groan and a tired, whining ‘Shut up, too loud' from whom you can assume is only Jin, remembering how inebriated he had been the previous night.

With an amused sigh and a rueful but fond shake of his head, Jungkook mutters, “Maybe we should’ve worked harder at not letting them find out.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to regret that library date now,” you softly reply, uncaring of Tae's summons as you move back in to continue what had been paused, Jungkook in full agreement as he grins.

In the background, “Guys, I’m serious, it’s pancake day, we need a number!” followed by a dull thunk and a more subdued ‘Okay, fine, I’ll be softer, you drunkard. No need to hit me with the bloody pan.’

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excelsi-or · 4 years

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just a little sweeter (pt. 5)

Hello lovely peopleeee~~ I took a week off of social media, because I wanted to write and do as much art as I could before I went back to school. I’d taken the summer semester off (and had been planning to for almost a year, COVID just really solidified the decision for me) and just started my second last semester yesterday. Guys. Online school sucks.

ANYWAY, for those who care, my original series that I’ve been working on is actually going pretty decent, which is surprising LOL. And I’d love to show you guys some original characters I made for a comic that I’d started during my semester break that I’m now reworking because characters started speaking to me. Now there seems to be some sort of coherent story.

BIPOC rec: Watch Black is King on Disney+ if you’ve got it. I know this came out ages ago, for people who think that album movies aren’t their thing, the afrobeat music, the costumes, the colouring, the lighting, all of it is so great.

w.c. 985 (floofy)

pt. 1; pt. 2; pt. 3; pt. 4

“I did what?”

After another day and a half of sleeping, Jihoon feels better. He’s having breakfast in the kitchen with Mingyu and Soonyoung.

“Well, you sort of just…” Soonyoung motions for Mingyu to stand up and then falls dramatically into the younger man’s arms.

Jihoon’s cheeks burn in embarrassment at a moment he can’t even remember. “Oh my god.”

“She seemed…” Soonyoung shrugs, “endeared.”

Jihoon buries his face in his hands. “Is Coups hyung home?” He picks up his bowl of cereal and doesn’t bother waiting for a response. He hurries up the steps to the dorm above, Soonyoung at his heels. He bangs on the door until Joshua opens it.

“You look better,” Joshua comments.

“Is Coups hyung awake?”

“Yeah, I—”

Jihoon stomps down the hallway to Seungcheol’s room, angrily eating cereal. He kicks at the door and then lets himself inside. Seungcheol was, in fact, not awake. He is now, if not very disoriented.

“What’s happening?”

“I made a huge fool of myself in front of her.”

Seungcheol’s brow furrows with his eyes closed. “What?”

Jihoon explains what had happened when he was ill, how she had invited him over, how he had been so incoherent that he did things that he wouldn’t have done.

Seungcheol runs his hands through his hair. “I told you asking her out wouldn’t make you burst into flames.”

“I didn’t ask her out,” Jihoon emphasizes. “I was sick and wound up at her place.”

“You know she’s interested in you. She took care of you when no one else could. I don’t see where the problem is. And you seem to like her too.” He runs a hand over his face, still trying to wake up. “If the way you’re acting is any indication.”

Jihoon groans and collapses onto the floor, chewing madly on his cereal.

Soonyoung, who is leaning against the doorway, exchanges looks with Seungcheol over Jihoon’s head. Soonyoung has expressed how he’s felt about Jihoon dating again. Seungcheol has argued that they can’t protect Jihoon forever.

“He has a child. He has a broken heart. It’s kinda inevitable that he’ll get hurt, but let’s let him see how he feels,” Seungcheol had said. “Jihoon isn’t ours forever. We have to share him.”

Finished with his cereal, Jihoon rolls onto his stomach. “I don’t even have her number. And I probably whined like a baby at her place.”

“Get dressed,” Seungcheol sighs. When Jihoon looks up at him, he continues, “And we’ll go to the café and you can ask her.”

“No. Definitely not.”

“Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t ask her out.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes. “Eunha.”

“You said Eunha liked her.”

“What? And that’s good enough for me to start dating someone? What if I start dating her and then we break up? What if Eunha gets attached?”

“She’s 1. She’s going to get attached to everyone hanging around you.” Seungcheol forces his eyes closed for a second. It’s too early for him to be doling out advice. They also have a long day ahead of them and he’s been rudely awakened. “Eunha’s happiness is always going to come first, but you deserve to be happy too.”

“But I don’t even know if she’s what makes me happy. What if it’s just that I like that she’s good with my daughter?”

“You won’t know if she’s making you happy until you go on a stupid date with her!” Seungcheol exclaims. Jihoon’s a genius, but dense as a rock.

And this is how Jihoon is dragged into the café, Soonyoung practically pushing him along from behind.

She looks up at the sound of the door opening and smiles. Her eyes seek Jihoon out first before addressing Seungcheol.

“You said you were going to take me for dessert after your last win,” she laughs. “I’m still waiting.”

Seungcheol chuckles. “I told you to tell me when you’re free.”

“And I told you that it’s so much easier if you just text me when you’re cool to go.”

Seungcheol sighs, a smile still on his face. “It’s been really busy lately.”

She smirks. “Well, when your busy schedule has time for me, then we’ll go, yeah?”

Seungcheol’s wide smile broadens even further. “Sure.” He orders himself a drink and fires through everyone else’s orders except for Jihoon’s. “You said you wanted to try something new today. So go ahead.” Seungcheol taps his card and drags Soonyoung to the other end of the café.

Jihoon stands there, staring at the menu. Her chuckle causes him to look at her.

“In the two months or so that I’ve known you, you’ve always gotten the same drink.”

Jihoon is about to deny that, but rolls his eyes instead. “They’re making me ask you out, but I’m not really sure how to do it.”

Her brow furrows, but she stands in front of him. “Not sure how to do it? Maybe just try asking me?”

Jihoon hums, his cheeks on fire. As blasé as he’s being, he’s still uncomfortable to ask something like this. “I… uh…”

A smile grows on her face as he stumbles through the question. When he finally gets to the end, she’s near laughing. Without makeup to cover his blush, his face has matched the pink of his ears. “Yes. I’ll go out with you.”

Jihoon pauses to process that answer. “You will.”

“Yeah. I didn’t hide how I felt about you.” She gauges his expression. “Unless I did and I definitely didn’t mean to do that.”

A small smile grows on his face. “Then I’ll have my usual.”

She chuckles and taps the counter top twice. “Coming right up.”

When the members leave the café to head to work, Seungcheol asks him if he finally got her number. Jihoon’s jaw drops in shock that he’d forgotten until he notices something on his cup.

Just ‘cause you didn’t ask. Here’s my number :)

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Day 5 of Halloween 2020

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October First

Halloween. God, Bakugou couldn't tell if it was his favorite or least favorite time of the year.

No, he definitely wasn't one to wear a costume and go out trick or treating. That time was way past him and he couldn't remember why and how the hell he was able to trust getting candy from strangers. Frankly that whole aspect of Halloween seemed so hypocritical!

Every other time of the year we’re told to not take candy from strangers. Never ever once were we allowed to take candy from them. But on this specific day? Sure! Go right ahead. Infact, take candy from MULTIPLE strangers!! Nothing could go wrong with that.

The countless reports of needles being stuck in licorice and suckers already being sucked in told a different story.

And the fucking k i d s. They were so annoying. Screaming and running after each other. Throwing a fit when they didn't get the kind of candy they want or when their siblings got one extra piece. The snot and tears. It was so gross.

That part of Halloween, Bakugou said fuck off to.

However the scaring? And the terrified faces? That's something he could look forward to.

Seeing the look of horror Pikachu got when he prayed on one of his fears was so exciting. The heightened anxiety in the Yuuei hallways made for some easy targets to make scream and run away.

That, is why Bakugou liked Halloween.

“Yo Bakubro, we’re gonna head out and get our costumes. You wanna come with?” Kirishima barged into his room, flicking on the light.

“Fuck no.” Bakugou cursed. The sudden brightness was stinging his eyes, the red irises struggling to adjust to sudden change. “I already told you last week you dumbass, I don’t do trick or treating.”

Kirishima's shoulders visibly went limp, a pout occupying his lips. “Come on man, it’ll be fun. You even get to scare some little kids.”

“I can do that without the help of a costume. Now get out.”

He huffed. “If you say so, man. We’ll be back later! See ya.” And with that Bakugou's door shut with a click, the lights left on.

The blond cursed the redhead under his breath. Why was it so hard to shut off the light when they leave! He has it off every single time they open the door, so why not shut it off again when they leave!?

Bakugou got up to shut the light off, but stopped in his tracks when he noticed a letter on his neat floor. When did that get there? Did shitty-hair leave it there when he left?

It was a pretty white envelope with a splotch of red to the left of the center. As he got closer he read his name in very intricate cursive. Had it not been for the date in a nice fine print, and the fact that he didn't like anyone and fully expected no one to like him back, in the upper corner he would have assumed this was an old valentines letter.

He picked it up. What the fuck was this doing here? The handwriting was very obviously not Shittyhairs. His was too rough and sharp to ever resemble something like this.

“10-1-xxxx <3 Bakugou”

Hesitantly, he turned it around and found a wax seal on the back. A simple circle, nothing more.

The letter was ripped open, the wax seal completely forgotten. If the letter inside got ripped, that wasn’t his problem. Unfortunately, the letter went completely unscathed.

He took it out and unfolded it, careful to hold it horizontally in case this was a prank gift from one of the dunces that called him his friend, but there was no such thing. Infact, the letter seemed virtually empty except for right smack dab in the middle. A small word written in what seemed to be a font designed to replicate human writing.

“Hi”

Bakugou's eyebrows crinkled. That's it? He turned the paper over, flipped it back, then turned it over once more. Nothing.

“Such a waste of fucking paper.” He muttered, crushing the note within his palm and lit off his explosions, a caramel scent wafting through the air and black smoke trailing along with it.

He threw what was left of it into his trash, dusted it off his hands, and flicked the lights back off.

Whoever wrote that letter had a pretty terrible sense of humor

~~~~~

October Second

Bakugou woke up the next morning like usual. Stretch, pop his joints and spark a few explosions, then sit up and get ready for school. The letter from yesterday lingered in the back of his mind, still annoyed that someone thought something like that would even be considered funny.

How the hell just writes a tiny Hi on a whole sheet of paper. Its such a fucking waste! It was irritating him more than anything.

That's why when he got a second letter this morning, also slid underneath his door, he just threw it on his bed to be dealt with later. He didn’t need to get any more pissed off about something before going to school and getting pissed off even more. No, that can wait till after he got his homework done.

And it did wait. During the day he completely forgot about the existence of the letter. Going to classes, almost blowing Dekus face off in training, shouting at the group that seemed to be stuck to his thighs, going to more classes. Completely normal.

But when he got home and locked himself in his room to do homework and calm down, he saw the letter on his bed and immediately became pissed again.

He marched on over to it and picked it, opening it in the same fashion he did yesterday and again, the letter managed to come out unscathed.

He opened the paper, preparing to see another waste of paper. Unfortunately the universe was granting his wishes, but not to the extent he was thinking.

This time, there was a sentence, a sentence that made his heart stop for a second.

“You have lovely skin.”

What. The actual. Fuck.

Who the hell is this? Why are they talking about his skin? How do they know anything about his skin?

Subconsciously his eyes darted around him. Everything looked the exact same. He looked behind him, no one was there. But there was a nagging feeling in the middle of his back, like someone was staring there no matter where he turned.

Fuck this.

His eyes glided toward the balcony. The curtain were wide open. But they were facing the 1-B building. No one could be watching him…

The curtains were closed in a matter of seconds.

~~~~~

October Seventh

The letters kept coming. Every day they got creepier. Complimenting a feature about him and details this person would only know if they got close to him.

He was losing sleep. His eight hour nights shortening rapidly to only around four hours and it wasn't consecutive.

Yesterday he became so sick of it he grabbed the five letters he had received, first still burnt in his trash can, and stomped down to the lounge room, confronting them of the letters asking whoever it was that was sending them to step the fuck up.

No one had any idea what he was talking about.

He attacked all the girls first, not physically no, but yelling at them to confess who done it. No dude in their class would have this good of handwriting other than that belly button laser guy.

But he had no idea later, saying Bakugou was not exactly his type, which he got a yelling for as well.

Todays letter… wasnt any better than the last.

"This is almost as much fun as watching you sleep."

He held the latter in his hand, not noticing the grip slowly getting tighter and tighter, and suddenly the ends were crinkled and charred, the only thing left was a single word.

Fun.

~~~~~

October Fifteenth

Bakugou finally cracked and told the teachers about the letters. To say they overreacted was,,, actually just about right.

There were now teachers stationed on top of the buildings, around the perimeter, and on Bakugous floor.

He hated to admit it but having a few pro heroes there eased his edge a little. A felt safer. Safer than he had in the last two weeks.

But unfortunately, that wasnt enough.

For in the middle of the night, to his absolute horror, the rustling of paper was heard across his room.

His body went cold. Eyes wide as all hell. He used his feet to curl all his blanket away from the edges of his bed and under his legs and over his body.

'Please,' his mind pleaded. 'Please fucking tell me thats not another letter.'

And to his absolute horror, when he sat up, just a little bit… there, visible in the light shining under the crack of his door, was a letter, with the same red heart and perfect cursive handwriting that spelled out his name.

"Please dont scream, they'll hear you"

~~~~~

October Twenty-sixth

Its been a few days since hes gone out of his room. The pros thought hed feel safer in his room where they could keep an eye on him but in reality.

Bakugou didnt feel safe at all.

Everywhere he went his anxiety told him someone was there. With beady eyes that went unblinking just… staring at him. Like he was a slab of meat for a hungry starving lion.

But he wasnt allowed to complain, even though he did, and was expected to remain still.

He was expected to wait.

Wait.

And wait.

He didn't want to wait. He didn't want to be here anymore.

He was behind on his classes, but he couldn't focus long enough on the work to get it done anyway.

He had nothing else to distract him. Hes read through all his books, played all his games, watched all his movies. There was nothing else to do other than wait like a sitting duck.

So what the hell was he supposed to do?

And while he had his door shut, he finally broke down, tears streaming down his face and fear coursing through his veins as he knew, by the sound of paper sliding under his door, that he wasnt safe anywhere anymore.

"Dont struggle, I hate when they struggle"

~~~~~

October 31st. Halloween Night

Halloween...

Halloween. Bakugou hated Halloween.

He hated Halloween. He hated being scared. Scared all the time.

He couldnt handle the sound of paper anymore. Not the sound of it wrinkling, folding, unfolding, ripping, he hated paper.

All kinds of paper.

Wrappers, notebook, printer.

It was all terrible.

And now… he can't even handle unwrapping his own candy.

Bakugou hated Halloween.

And has another letter slid under his door, now in direct daylight, and got up and looked at it.

The cursive was now just scratches. The heart too dark to be artificial.

He opened it, slipping the paper out and reading the note. One word. Tiny in the middle of the paper, resembling the first ever note he got. One word.

'Bye…'

However, this time, when he turned the note over, he found something else. Another word- no, a sentence.

'Till next year… Bakugou Katsuki.'

And just like that, his body ran cold, and his vision went dark.

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