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virgilsjourney · 2 years

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Logan in denial: analysis & season finale predictions

Or: why I think Logan is going to try (and fail) to deal with the Orange Side on his own.

I really loved this little hint towards Future Things in an otherwise fluffy episode. “Sometimes passion makes you act a little silly,” Patton says light-heartedly, but Logan might have made another Connection…

…and I think it’s about his strategy for how to suppress the Orange Side’s influence.

Firstly, let’s go back to the iconic “Stop ignoring me!” moment.

We can see that Logan’s own reaction almost immediately breaks through Orange’s amplification of his frustration, anger, bitterness etc: even before the orange eyes have faded away, Logan displays shock, fear, and remorse. So, Orange’s influence has (for now…) gone as quickly as it came; when Logan speaks to Thomas, the anger from a moment ago has evaporated, replaced instead with a subtle hurt. He’s non-confrontational, softly-spoken—as if hesitant to raise his voice too much after what has just happened.

This behaviour continues into the end card. While he still makes his irritation known when speaking to Roman, he does so in a much more reserved, subdued way than we’re used to. His body language is also closed-off; he mainly has his arms folded defensively. I think that’s a significant choice when we’ve just seen his perturbed realisation that he’s been pointing aggressively after, “Stop ignoring me!”

I think Logan is quietly mortified about his loss of control and is on guard to try and keep it from never happening again… so with that goal in mind, he avoids raising his voice, he keeps his arms and hands close to his body.

“If only Apollo had more influence today,” he murmurs—and while Roman interprets that as a reference to the Greek God, I think Logan is more referring to the psychological and philosophical definition, specifically the ability to ‘maintain emotional distance.’ (x) And just like, “Stop ignoring me!” has layers—it can refer to the Orange Side wanting to be recognised; Logan wanting to be listened to; and Thomas wanting a reply from Nico, all at the same time—so does Logan’s forlorn Apollo mention.

On the one hand, this concerns Thomas impulsively deciding to spend time with Nico, choosing to only act on what might make him feel emotionally better in the short-term, while also still feeding into his insecurities without addressing them.

On the other hand, Logan is also referring to his previous outburst—he, even while trying to perform his role as Logic, was unable to remain emotionally distant.

And this is why I think it’s important that the very first clear reveal of Logan’s ‘orange eyes’ happened in an ‘Asides’ episode—that scene specifically is a literal ‘aside’ between Logan and Remus. And apart from a pointed question about who Logan ‘really’ wants to scream, “Stop ignoring me!” at, Remus doesn’t really force Logan to confront the matter then and there—he leaves without escalating the situation, even though he’s spent the whole episode setting up chain reactions.

So, the ball is left in Logan’s court. And, as we’ve seen, instead of drawing any more attention to the outburst, Logan withdraws and keeps the troubling knowledge to himself.

Which brings me to denial.

I love the symbolism of Janus showing up right after the shot lingers on Logan (perhaps the camera’s following tree roots because neither Thomas or Logan are dealing with the ‘root’ of the problem? *bad dum tsh*). Janus biting into the apple before saying, “Everything is just fine,” sums up the conflict in his role: he has to be aware of the ‘forbidden knowledge’ in order to then deny its existence.

With regard to psychology, denial is the ‘refusal to acknowledge an unacceptable truth or emotion or to admit it into consciousness, used as a defence mechanism.’ (Oxford Dictionary of English). Sounds very much like the way in which Thomas has previously tried to ignore the existence of the Dark Sides.

And, again, denial is at work on more levels than one: Thomas is also defensive about the state of his apartment, which partly represents his emotional state (“It’s not that bad!”); Janus as self-preservation echoes Thomas lying to himself, and Logan… is also pretending that “everything is just fine.” His ‘unacceptable truth’ is that he is affected by emotions—even though he has experienced overwhelming evidence proving it to be so… which, right now, he is choosing to keep from the other sides.

Logan’s reaction to Patton’s joyful line about passion making you act ‘a little silly,’ briefly reveals, in my opinion, a subtext: what he thinks about his loss of control. He has linked his behaviour during the orange eyes scene to being ruled by emotions… and if he avoids ‘passion’—read as feelings entirely—he plans to never have such a thing happen again. The possible connection he’s made also suggests that he’s placed a value judgement on his reactions as well, dismissing them as ‘silly’, rather than something to be openly discussed.

When it comes to the other sides, specifically Patton, Roman and Virgil, the tension isn’t coming from whether or not Logan has feelings—they (and the audience) all know that he cares deeply, that he isn’t infallible, that he doesn’t represent logic and logic alone, with no capacity for any emotion. Instead, the tension is arising from what they don’t know, and what is being hidden from them. (For some related observations, see Thoughts on the tension in the end card (WTIT).)

Looking ahead, I think that compared to the suddenness of the scene in WTIT, there’ll be a slow build-up to another Logan with orange eyes reveal. Logan will be extremely wary about becoming emotionally involved. He’ll do his utmost to stay calm, to avoid adding any fuel to the ‘fire’, but I think that strategy in itself will be his downfall: by suppressing and trying to avoid another outburst, he will inevitably cause one. (I’m predicting eyes flickering between brown and orange before the dramatic climax, just before the others notice…)

Logan’s denial will result in him trying to conceal his own feelings and the Orange Side’s influence on him… but him trying to do so alone will bring about his failure. The only way this will be solved is when all parties are in the know—but I think they’ll only fully realise when the knowledge is brought out against Logan’s will.

Because if he ever brought up all of this himself, then he would have to break the illusion that denial gave him; to acknowledge the problem would mean needing to accept that it exists in the first place. He would have to admit to that he needs help, that he doesn’t have all the answers, that they will need to ask, ‘What happens when logic is compromised?’

He hasn’t done so—I think because he is deeply ashamed by the fact that that question may need to be answered.

#sanders sides #sanders sides theory #sanders sides meta #logan sanders #sanders sides analysis #sanders sides prediction #orange side #wtit #can plushies improve our health?

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bisexuallsokka · 2 years

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If you're still in your mood -- “I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?” or “Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!” from the prompt list for Zukka please?

83. “Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!”

Zuko isn’t sure if Sokka is always like this, or if he just enjoys irritating Zuko in particular, but sometimes the things he says in the one class they have together make Zuko infuriated. Zuko had met him once or twice, Aang had been convinced they would immediately become best friends, but they must have not talked for very long if Zuko didn’t know Sokka was the kind of guy to be taking a 300 level literature course. Nevertheless, he saw a familiar face and decided to take the seat right next to his.

Worst mistake ever, Zuko thinks as the back of his thighs run into something behind him, and then he stops thinking for a moment when strong hands on his hips lift him up to sit on the desk.

It took a few lectures for him to get on Zuko’s nerves, then at that point, Zuko didn’t dare move and break the sacred system that is unassigned assigned seats. No, he’s stuck with Sokka’s commentary both under his breath and the things he chooses to share with the class. It’s maddening.

Because Sokka makes some really good points.

(Not that he’ll ever admit it.)

(His mouth is a bit occupied anyway.)

Zuko tries to keep an open mind with everything they discuss in that class, but then they got to talking about Imagism, and Zuko absolutely refused to consider the side of someone as strongly opinionated against Ezra Pound and H.D. as Sokka is.

“Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!” Sokka had insisted during the class discussion, and then proceeded to quote Amy Lowell to Zuko in front of the whole class.

Zuko grabs a fistful of Sokka’s hair and tugs. Amy fucking Lowell.

The professor had cut them off before things could escalate, but Sokka had insisted on walking with Zuko after class to continue the debate, and then they were in the library and Zuko hissed at him to shut up and Sokka had said something like “make me” so Zuko had dragged him to one of the many alcoves in the basement where he had caught far too many couples during his time as a library aide last year and…well, now they’ve stopped arguing and Sokka’s hand is under Zuko’s shirt and how can he even breathe…

Zuko pulls away to gasp for air and Sokka immediately takes this as an opportunity to trail kisses down to Zuko’s neck. Zuko lets out an embarrassingly loud gasp and when Sokka doesn’t move, waiting for Zuko’s reaction, Zuko just tightens his hold in Sokka’s hair and that’s all the invitation he needs before Sokka is biting down, and shit, Zuko is going to have to find a way to cover that before—

“Shit,” Zuko says, eyes trained on the clock on the wall and trying to calculate how late he is going to be because the alternative is focusing on the movement of Sokka’s tongue over the brand-new hickey on his neck and that way madness lies. “Sokka, I’m…I’m going to be late for work.”

“If you’re already late, no point in showing up at all,” Sokka reasons, his voice low and his breath hot against the spot below Zuko’s ear and damn it, Zuko shivers. “I’ll make it worth your time.”

Zuko closes his eyes because fuck, if he thought Sokka running his mouth was going to be the death of him before, it’s nothing compared to the way it’s making him feel now. But no, he has to be strong, because this job is almost certainly going to help him get an internship, but not if he starts ditching it in favor of making out with infuriating classmates in the library basement like some freshman – god, that’s probably the worst thing about this entire situation.

Sokka seems to be under the impression that Zuko is trying to make up his mind and he needs help being convinced to miss work, because he is using his hands and his mouth to try and persuade him but fuck, Zuko needs to be strong, plus he can’t let Sokka win…

It takes every ounce of willpower to put his hands on Sokka’s chest and push him away, and then Sokka is giving him a look and Zuko has to roll his eyes to give him an excuse to break the eye contact, and they’re both catching their breath. Zuko is about to break the silence, but then Sokka is reaching for the pen in the pocket of his flannel, and Zuko watches as he uncaps it and starts to write on Zuko’s palm.

“There,” Sokka says, grinning at the number now scribbled on Zuko’s skin. “Now you can send me those poems you were talking about.”

Zuko blinks at him for a moment, then against his will his hand is reaching out to grab the front of Sokka’s shirt and pull him back in, Sokka smiling against his lips.

#in case u couldnt tell i have many thoughts on Imagism and i go back and forth on how i feel about it so i let them each take a side lmao #zuko is more interested in the technical aspects of poetry and as u can see sokka is more. hes all about the emotions of poetry #anyway i could go on and on about this but i digress. just trust me.#i also did NOT think this was going to go this way lmaooo #zukka #my writing #prompts #erisenyo #ask me stuff

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trashyswitch · 8 months

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Day 7: Flustered

Shane has a crush on Emily, and Jas won't leave him alone about it. So, he lets out an evil monster to make her regret teasing him. But things only escalate the moment Marnie joins the tickle fight.

Another day, another fanfic! Stardew Valley is today's fandom! And I'm giving this little household some much-needed love. Dedicating this fanfiction to all my Stardew fans! Hope you enjoy!

“Alright. Bye.” Shane said before closing his flip phone. He walked up to the table and sat down, where Jas was reading a book she had found at the library earlier that day. “Hey Jas.” He said.

Jas put the book down. “Hi Uncle Shane.” Jas replied.

“Whatcha reading?” He asked.

Jas showed Shane the book cover. Seeing it, Shane just hummed in response. “Cool.” He replied, not sure what else to say.

“Who were you talking to?” Jas asked him as she picked up the book again.

Shane hummed and looked at her. “Uhh…” He could already feel his face heating up. “...N-No one.” He replied.

Jas flipped a page. “Was it the man on the moon?” Jas asked.

Shane smiled slightly. She still remembered the age-old tale he told her about the man on the moon. He slowly felt nice knowing she still remembered that. “Nope. The Man on the Moon’s busy sleeping right now. He’ll be out later.” He told her.

Jas smiled and took a drink of her apple juice. “Was it Emily?” She asked next.

Shane’s face heated up a small bit more the moment she simply said her name. “......Nooo…” He mumbled.

She smiled and looked at her godfather. “Oh really?” She teased.

“R-Really. It wasn’t Emily.” He replied.

“Then who was it?” She asked.

Shane looked down, refusing to even look at her with his beet-red face. All she was doing was asking surface-level questions…and he’s already blushing like a madman.

“I-...Okay, fine. It was Emily. You were right.” Shane replied.

“Have you two kissed?” She asked.

Shane snapped his head over to look at Jas. “JAS!” Shane yelled.

Jas widened her eyes and bit down on her straw. She froze for a moment, and stared at him. “.....So is that a yes?” She asked with a widening smile.

Shane looked away with overwhelming embarrassment while Jas laughed at her lovestruck uncle.

“Shane’s in love!” Jas cheered.

“Am not!” Shane argued.

“Ooooh! With who, sweetheart?” Marnie asked, walking into the room with a smirk.

“With Emily!” Jas declared proudly.

“Jaaass…” Shane mumbled and hid his face in his arms.

“Shane wants to ask her on a date! And kiss her under the moonlight!” Jas stated abruptly.

Marnie looked at Shane, and smiled when she saw him hiding his face in his arms. “Oh Jas…you have such a wild imagination.” She teased.

“B-but it’s true! He likes her! He just got off the phone with her!” Jas told her.

“Yeah. But he didn’t ask her on a date.” Marnie told her.

“Yeah, because he’s a chicken.” Jas mentioned.

Shane looked at her. “W-what makes you think I’m chicken?!” He asked.

“Well, Besides his interest in owning chickens of his own, of course.” Marnie added.

“Because he keeps stopping himself from admitting how he feels to her.” Jas told her.

“Jassy, I think that’s enough.” He warns.

“Let’s leave your uncle alone now. He needs to spend some time coming up with the right words.” Marnie told him.

Jas sighed and thought for a moment. “Fine…” she muttered, going back to her book.

Shane went onto his flip phone and stared at her contact information. He knew that Jas and Marnie were right. He needs to figure out how to tell her the truth. He needs to “come up with the right words” as Marnie put it. But…how? What are considered ‘appropriate’ words for a confession? He wanted his words to stand out. Cause any same old guy can say “I have feelings for you”, but a true guy would come up with something more memorable than that. Something heartfelt.

“Staring at that phone number won’t change anything, Uncle Shane.” Jas teased, poking his side.

Shane jumped at first, surprised to feel the jab to his side. But he quickly pulled himself together, put down his flip phone and picked up Jas. “That’s it.” He scurried his nimble fingers all over her belly.

She squealed and threw her head back, laughing and giggling. “BWAHAHAHAhahahaha!” Jas yelled.

Shane changed his voice into a goofy, silly voice to make it seem like he’s possessed by a different person. “What’s this? The smartypants can’t take what she dishes out?” Shane teased in his goofy voice.

“IHIHI’M SOHohorryhyhy!” She reacted.

“Oh! Now you’re APOLOGIZING! What a shocker! The tickle monster is flabbergasted!” The tickle monster reacted. “Do you know what the word flabbergasted means?” The monster asked.

“Nohohohohoho! Ihihihi dohohon’t!” Jas replied.

“Flabbergasted is another word to mean ‘shocked’ or ‘surprised’.” The monster told her. “Congratulations, Jas! You learned a new word today! Flabbergasted! Provided by your truly: The Tickle Monster!” He declared proudly.

“IHI knohohow ihit’s yohohou, Uhuncle Shahahane.” Jas told him.

The tickle monster gasped. “Who is this ‘Uncle Shane’ person you speak of?” He asked curiously in that silly voice.

“Yohohohou!” She replied.

“I am not ‘Uncle Shane’. I am The Tickle Monster!” He reacted.

Jas moved herself towards her Uncle Shane’s sides. “Dohohon’t lihihie to mehehehe!” She ordered.

He looked down. “Oho no, you’re not tickling me.” He warned, his voice going back to normal.

“She won’t be.” Marnie said, taking Jas from his hands and putting her down. “But I just might.” She turned his chair to face her, and tickled Shane’s armpits and upper ribs while he was sitting.

Shane threw his head and cackled, wiggling around and squeezing his arms against his sides, trapping her fingers in his armpits. “NOHO WAHAHAIT! NAHAhahaha! Ahahaunt Mahaharnie! Nohohoho!” He reacted.

“Ohoho, Aunt Marnie, yes!” She declared. “You really thought the tickle monster was going to scare off your Aunt Marnie? No way!” She kept going. “The oldest generation of tickle monsters in this house has officially come back out.” She explained.

“Nohohoho! leheheave mehehe alohohohone!” Shane begged. “Oh, but why would I do that, when I could just tickle you for hours and hours?” Marnie teased.

“YOHOHOU’D BEHETTER NOHOHOT.” He warned.

“Oh come now, Shane. You know I wouldn’t do that to you.” She told him. “However…” She turned to Jas. “But I WILL let Jas choose where I should tickle next.” She decided.

Jas looked up at Marnie and smirked. “Okay!” She replied.

“Okay. Where should I tickle first?” Marnie asked her.

Jas thought for a moment and smirked. “Tickle his neck first!” She told her.

“Ooooh! A wonderful idea, sweetheart!” she declared, before tickling his neck with her soft, loving fingers.

Shane curled his neck in and giggled in an almost girly voice. “Hehehehe- Ohohokahay, thihihis ihihihis mohore behehehearable.” Shane admitted.

“Coochy coochy coo~!” She teased before moving to the other side of his neck.

Shane leaned his head back, struggling to stop any of his ticklish reactions. “Hehehehey! Hohohow’s thahahat fahahahair?!” Shane asked.

“Now wait…you thought this was going to be fair?” Marnie asked.

Jas laughed. “Tickle his belly button!” She reacted.

“A fine decision indeed, Jas~!” Marnie reacted before lifting up his shirt. “On 3~!” She said.

“Ohohohoho no…” Shane mumbled nervously.

“1…” Marnie counted.

“2…” Jas counted next.

Shane squeezed his eyes shut. “Ohno-ohno-OhNO-”

“3!” Marnie and Jas yelled at the same time before utterly destroying Shane with tickles. Marnie had shoved her finger into his belly button and started swirling, while Jas had skittered her fingers all over his surrounding belly. “Tickle tickle tickle~!” the girls both teased at the same time.

“NahAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Shane cackled, utterly losing his mind. His niece and aunt were so evil and mischievous together! Is this what they get up to when he’s over at the dock?!

“Hey Uncle Shane?” Jas stopped tickling his belly. “Do you like raspberries?”

Shane's eyes immediately widened to the size of saucers. “NO!” Shane yelled.

“Ohoho~” Marnie smiled and looked at Jas. “Have you ever learned how to do a raspberry?” Marnie asked.

Jas shook her head. “No.” She replied. “Are they hard?” She asked.

“Maybe the first few times…but they’re easy once you understand.” Marnie replied. She looked at Jas with a proud smirk. “Would you perhaps like to learn?” She asked.

The moment Jas gasped and nodded her head, Shane immediately knew he was done for. This is it. His dignity is going to die a cruel death tonight…at the hands of his playful aunt and his mischievous niece.

#shane has a crush on emily #jas teases her uncle #tickle monster #funny #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #ler!marnie #switch!shane #switch!jas

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doodleybugg · 2 years

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i had this super cool fic idea but i have literally no idea how to write it so lemme put it here and ig anyone who wants too can make it into something?

y/n is sirius’s worst enemy because she’s snape’s older sister (i mean enemy like childish bickering that distracts the class but the teacher has no clue how to get either of them to shut up, aimless prank wars that only get more violent and horrifying as time passes, joker and batman shit okay??) and slowly he notices she’s stopped trying as hard to piss him off and when he goes digging to figure out why, he realizes she’s showing severe symptoms of depression (maybe the aftermath of snape and his abusive family) and physically cannot keep up with the energy it takes to actively hate sirius black so he decides bickering in the class won’t work, and instead of pranking her he leaves things like chocolates in her room or letters in her bookbag remus and james continuously tease him for catching feeling but he’s adamant “i just want my enemy back, okay? it’s no fun bullying the shell of a person”

meanwhile y/n is really struggling with her mental health, and noticing these little gifts from sirius and how little he’s been antagonizing her recently (she refuses to admit it, but she misses the fighting, coming up with hurtful nicknames was her fav pasttime) she gets the hint that he’s realized how crappy she’s been doing and decides to confront him about it she starts the convo with something along the lines of “hey i just wanted to talk about everything going on recently” she had not planned on spilling her guts to who she deemed the most vile person in the entire world the scene escalates quickly, she’s sobbing on his shoulder apologizing because she didn’t respond to that one comment that seemed like it took a while to come up with, she pulls a half eaten bar of chocolate (it’s remus’ special salted caramel one that sirius stole for her) and insists on sharing it because it felt too fancy to just eat alone her mascara is staining his shirt and he isn’t even a little bothered because, god, at least this is better than the dead look in her eyes that only intensified as time passed and god, is this better than all the sentences left to hang because she couldn’t find the willpower to even give him a dirty glare

sirius nods along as she delves into yet another rack of sobs because anything he says is shushed by her apologizing he pets her hair and hugs her closer into him later he sneaks her into her dorm, after she’s calmed down and isn’t crying so hard he fears she’ll puke, lets her get into the bath while he grabs her some pjs finding every single letter he wrote her (all signed anonymous) in her sock drawer, tied together with a lacey ribbon, placed in the corner with care

#Sirius Black #atyd sirius #sirius x reader

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trulygracious · 3 months

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My dad is an extremely aggravating man. I have a lot of poor connections with the people who are around me thanks to that man. I don’t even want to have a physical acknowledgement of his existence because of the things that he has done to me. I have a really poor relationship with him but it’s not just that. I really have no relationship with him. I just talk to him and he talks to me and we don’t connect. He’s really shit at connecting with other people. He’s one of those people who makes you feel like you need to connect with him and get him, but in order to do that you need to act in a certain way or think about specific things which he can take advantage of. He’s sort of mechanical in that sense; he tries to have control over everything and anyone who gets in the way of that control gets told to fuck off. He throws hissy fits because he can’t get the things he’s supposed to get out of things or if you get mad or anything. He escalates the situation but never does if you never pose your issues despite them existing. I guess that’s why I’m immature and have a hard time admitting my problems; he kind of quells it down to, if he has a problem and can’t describe it, he’ll bring it down to a million other things and threaten to gut you. I guess that’s because he has power over me with the money and everything. But the strange part of that too is that his money is a fiddle; he has nothing over me if I just stay silent. It’s a very weird relationship ship or dynamic and I try to ignore him as much as I can because he makes me very emotional but that’s proving to leak itself into everything else I do with any degree of physicality, i.e., everything. It makes me very emotional to deal with him and I don’t even know where to start. He hurts me a lot throwing threats out and stuff. I guess I have to be okay with there being a disconnect between me and him because nothing I say can get through to him. It’s very annoying and stuff. I want to have a connection with him. I think something about him trying to care about me when my mom died had something negative to do with how I see things regarding him. I would like to care about him. I see a lot of good sentiment and a lot of heritage in him too. But I also see him constantly trying to do me harm or disrupt me or just not care about the things I say. It’s hard to look at him. I hate looking at him. It reminds me of when I looked at him when he was beating me. He just stopped beating me because I started to kick him back. I’m not gonna just let him fuck around and hurt me anymore. What a complicated dynamics process, jesus christ. He was very annoying for it. He would always just yell at me whenever I’d look at him. Whenever he’d acknowledge whenever I was in the room he’d say things to me or attempt to get a reaction out of me. But I wanted no part in this. I kind of hated him a lot for a long time. He just doesn’t get what he’s doing to me. He thinks I have no idea what I’m doing. He has no idea what I’m doing. I think he has very little actual idea of what I’m doing. You know, I could just tell him. And he could listen and learn and figure it out and not be so dumb. But he seems to be really stupid about actually extrapolating anything genuinely, like, important about the situation we’re in. He can’t seem to learn or do anything new or important or etc. and it’s quite annoying and/or frustrating and he can’t get any of the details right. It’s his fault if he fucks everything he had up or over. What a dickhead. I dunno. He refuses to take any responsibility for any of this stuff we’re in or even think about it- or anything- competently or with some degree of knowledge or anything without just goofing everything up all the time. I hope he’s scared. When he dies. I hope he’s scared of everything and I’m not there to comfort him. I hope he dies alone and afraid and I’m not there to help him. Because he cannot admit to being a good person. He can’t do it. Nothing crosses his mind with any degree of knowledge or respect. He deserved to have his wife die. And now, he will die too. Usele

less and alone and not listening to anything, like the little child he once was.

You know, the problem I have with this resentment is that nothing I say here, going in this way, here or now, is going to solve anything important for me. I still need to figure out how I’m supposed to act around him and how I’m supposed to incorporate the fact that someone like him exists in my life. He really hurt me a lot, and I’m even too scared to stare at him in the eyes, even now. His yelling or even the threat of it grips my ribcage and frightens me. He never had anything good to say about me, ever. Nothing that really mattered, anyways. He always just congratulated me about things that he thought were important to congratulate me about- you know, default things. Doing a good job at something. But every time he would say those things it just. Rubbed it into my head a little bit more that he didn’t actually know anything properly about me that he could like. Genuinely grasp or anything like that. Like, as if raising me was some kind of automated task. You do this, you do that, bam! Good kid. Except I’m not a good kid. I’m a fucked up rabbit with a heart and strong teeth, and some kind of a yeast infection and perhaps diabetes. I guess it makes sense considering he had it too; and now I probably have it. I guess I wouldn’t be surprised. I wouldn’t be surprised if I did have it. He yell at me for doing things against his own ideas about the world. He kind of categorizes things into group things and then explains them out in a way that’s not helpful to me at all. If I yell back at him about things he tends to group that into the “I’m getting yelled at and can’t do anything about it” category and lights everything up and assumes I’m just trying to get back at him and everything about me not him and it’s like he gets, like, really personal about it and gets all angry. So he’s like, 0-100 about his threats and like presumed actions. He just threatens things if I don’t properly agree with him. What a dick, again. I’m not going to listen to you. But you’re also not going to do anything to punish me. But also if I outwork you or outthink you I just feel stupid because I have so much control over a situation that feels utterly pointless because I’m going to get the same outcome I wanted anyways… well, actually that’s not true, because I want him to connect with me and share opinions with me and learn with me and properly educate me and he can’t do that with me just yet. You know, so I can’t end up connecting with him well. But I can definitely connect with him a little bit if I connect with him at his level. Which is just kind of him taking advantage of me and him being dumb as shit. He’s kind of insanely aggravating for that, I think. What a dumb little idiot, that man. Aggravating is his middle name. He can compromise with other people which I like. But he refuses to do it with me. It’s most important you can do that with me or my brother so that I can live a life I actually enjoy and so can my brother. But instead, he’s just a dick to me and just expects nothing to happen to me or him. Which just isn’t the case at all. He’s a big dick for that. I fucking hate my dad for that, you know. He’s such a fucking penis bro. Fuck my life man. I want him to actually have a useful opinion for me and actually listen to me so I can live my life without him on my back and in my ear. He can just go suffer on his own, the fucking panzy. Pansy? Panzy sounds better but it’s getting redlined. Whatever, panzy. He’s a panzy. A dickhead made out of sugar fairydust and anvils on strings above doorways. What are my choices, then? To deal with my aggravating, annoying, pest of a father and deal with him all the time? I guess my answer for a long time has been, “Fuck that” because I can just rely on his money and not make a big deal out of things. I guess it’s kind of horrifying for me to realize I’m all alone, on my own, and kind of just dealing with whatever my dad wanted makes everything super hard and annoying. And I’m scared of the world. One of those things I’ve always been too afraid of dealing with or thinking about or interacting with- i

n the real world- on a very personal level was realizing how to tackle the world on my own with no one’s help. I guess it’s one of those things that just… really scared me, you know? Because I’ve had this fear, deep down, since I was maybe six years old that I’d have to take real control over my life and realize everything about it and work super hard and get super scared. But… I guess my answer to that now is that, I don’t really have to do that now. I can just… you know, figure my own life out competently and enjoy my surroundings a little bit. I was so scared of doing all of that hard work because of my parents. My mom wasn’t exactly all that far off from what my dad is today, but I guess she wasn’t nearly as bad as my dad is now. She was just similar in ability to scale up threatening demands and not exactly be pleasing or rational or really very nice or competent towards me and my brother. What a stupid little kid, that was, my mom. Christ. You know, I really wished my mom would be a better person than she was. I guess she had her issues, too. I guess it takes some issues to date someone like my dad competently and get out of it. Freedom of expression was not exactly encouraged without a messy helping-hand of adoration that was quickly outsmarted out of me. I couldn’t argue why it was wrong. If I argued it would get escalated. Escalations don’t get me what I want? but I realized if I lied I would just get into the habit of lying about everything, and I guess being a loser is better than being a liar, in many ways. Like, look at my brother. He’s a liar and a loser now, too. A loser who lies a lot and no one is happy about it, or him, and he does nothing with himself or anything. What a nice guy, but… fuck man, what a kid. What a dork. He should have done so much more with himself. Nevermind. Anyways, my dad couldn’t reach a conclusion with me I could genuinely be satisfied with. Young me was terrified by the idea of making up my own opinions about the universe and going out there and reaching for so much so quickly, because I couldn’t get the things I wanted out of the world.

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the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud · 4 months

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I Genuinely Do Not Know What To Title This. Technio, I Guess.

THEY MAKE ME SICK.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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"Destonio? You're...still here?"

Technicolour didn't know what he had expected prior to this. Maybe while he was downstairs chatting with Primeval, Pamolia, and Pupa, Destonio left like how he told Technicolour beforehand. They even said their goodbyes and all of that.

So why is the God in question still in the painter's room? Sitting on his bed, too...

"Oh, you're done talking with the three annoying people?" Destonio asked, and that somewhat annoyed Technicolour. "Hey." He replied, which earned a chuckle from Destonio. "Alright, I'm just joking. But I didn't think you'd be back so soon."

"I'm only here to get something I forgot to bring downstairs with me earlier. I won't be here for too long." Technicolour answered, walking around his room, probably trying to find the thing he's looking for. "Oh, you mean this?" Destonio asked, before waving a stack of cards up in the air.

"Oh! Yes, that." Technicolour replied, a smile forming on his lips as he walked towards Destonio. "Thanks, Desto—" Before he could reach to grab the cards, however, the God pulled back his hand, making the cards a little bit out of reach for Technicolour. "Wh- Hey!"

Technicolour desperately tried to snatch the stack of cards from Destonio's grasp, but then it escalated to the painter chasing the God around the room. "Give it back!" He shouted, extending his hand far out so he can at least grab the cards. But Destonio is somewhat faster than him. "Nah! I'd rather no-"

In a blink of an eye, Destonio somehow tripped and then fell on Technicolour's bed. It was inevitable at this rate. "Aha! Caught you now!" Technicolour exclaimed, before hopping on the bed and tackling Destonio, who was clearly about to get up and run out of the room.

"Ack- fuck off..." The God protested, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the fact that Techni literally has his arms wrapped around Destonio now. "Haha, no. Give those cards to me." Technicolour ordered, but even then, Destonio still seemed to refuse to give him the stack of cards.

"You're just doing this to mess with me, aren't you?" Technicolour then asked, holding in his laughter as he speaks. "Maybe. Fuck around and find out." Destonio replied. "...I'd rather not do that to you." The painter then said, which immediately caught Destonio off-guard.

"...I didn't meant that, you dumbfuck." He told the other man. "O-oh. Aha. Y-yeah, I should've known." Technicolour replied, before sighing, enjoying the moment a little bit.

...

"...How long are you planning to trap me here? In your arms? In your idiotic presence?" Destonio suddenly asked, breaking the little bit of silence that the two had. "Huh? Oh, right, sorry." Technicolour said, before getting up to a sitting position. Now he's the one who's embarrassed.

"It's fine, I guess. Here's your stupid cards. Go have fun playing with the three annoying people." Destonio said, offering the stack of cards that he took earlier to the other man. He sounded...really annoyed, for whatever reason.

"...If you wanna, you can join us. We don't mind if you stay longer, anyways." Technicolour told him, smiling at him as he took the cards. "Honestly, I can't stay for too long. Amazing Mighty would kick my ass if he found out I'm not in the Realm of the Almighty, doing my stupid fucking job as always." Destonio replied, before groaning.

"Relax, a little bit. Worry about that later. C'mon, join us." Technicolour begged, wrapping his arms around Destonio's neck. The look in his eyes is comforting to the God, to say the least. Destonio would never admit that, though.

After a few more seconds of contemplating silence, Destonio sighed in defeat. "Fine. But only for one round." Technicolour's smile grew wider at that. "Great! Let's go now." He then took Destonio's hand and dragged him downstairs.

Only for one round? That was a lie that Destonio didn't know was going to be a lie. He stayed for multiple rounds actually. Needless to say, Pupa is enraged by the God's presence.

#arthesias writing (youre posting this on the wrong blog thesia)#arthesias ocs #rgverse: writing #like an ice cube: technicolour (oc)#i don't give a f***: destonio (oc)#technio (oc ship name)#with mentions of pr.imeval pa.molia and p.upa!

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michaellangdonswhore · 3 years

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Can you please write something with Michael where the reader and him are hanging out, and she does something that accidentally really turns him on but she's not aware of it? And he holds it in until he can't anymore and things escalate? <3

warnings: smut

wc: 1.6k

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Y/N impatiently waited for Michael to arrive, staring at her clock.

8:24

He should be there any minute.

Her foots tapping the ground, Never Had the Balls is playing in the background. She's trying to make time fly, waiting for her friend; her best friend to get there.

Her mysterious, undeniably gorgeous best friend, who has a sweet spot for her and her only.

It doesn't take anyone long to realize her obvious attraction to him, besides him, of fucking course. She tries to make him notice, wearing tank tops that would make her breasts stand out more, pants that would outline her curves. She thinks that it doesn't work, that he doesn't realize that she's showing herself off.

'When is he going to kiss me?' She thinks constantly to herself. 'Does he even want to?'

The doorbell rings and Y/N jumps. She reaches for her phone and sees a missed call from Michael. She runs downstairs to let him in.

"Hi," He says.

"Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting," Y/N apologizes.

"No worries," He says, his eyes traveling down her body, analyzing his best friend. His eyes move quick, making sure she doesn't notice that he's checking her out. She turns around and heads back upstairs with Michael following behind her. They go to her room and she goes to find her bong and resumes the music playing.

Stargirl Interlude comes on. Michael can't help but acknowledge Y/N's beauty, and everything about her. The music she plays, the clothes she wears, how she looks. She's perfect to him. He sits across from her bed on a chair and she comes back over, taking a hit of the bong and then handing it to him.

She lights it for him, he coughs when he takes the hit, like every other time.

Her aura is magnetic, so is his.

The way they look at each other, you'd think they were a couple. They sure acted like one.

Now they're on her bed, watching short hulu films. They're awfully close, he can basically feel her body on his. He's bored of the film while she's engaged. He takes notice of her slight shaking.

"Are you scared?" He asks.

"No," She refuses to admit. "Just cold. I'm gonna go grab a sweatshirt."

'No, don't do that.' He thinks to himself, feeling guilty for thinking about his best friend in that way, a way in which he doesn't want her to cover up, but when she come back wearing his sweatshirt, he fucking loses it inside.

She takes notice of his darkened expression.

"I'm sorry, I never gave this back," She says, thinking he's angry with her for stealing it. She moves to take the sweatshirt off, but he stops her quickly.

"No, no, no- you can keep it," He says. He didn't think she could get any prettier, but her in his clothes? He's growing harder by the second. He's embarrassed that this is turning him on, but she doesn't realize what's going on inside of his head.

She goes to sit next to him on the bed, resuming her focus to the TV. All he can look at is her.

The crewneck fits her perfectly. All he's thinking about is pushing her down on the bed and fucking her senseless while she's wearing his sweatshirt.

It's getting late and he's painfully hard, wild thoughts running through his mind, wishing that the two of them had more time together before he had to go back home.

And soon that time comes. She walks him to the door, disappointed that this get together was like the rest; where nothing happened between them.

She doesn't notice the obvious erection because he seems in such a hurry to go, she thinks she did something wrong.

"Bye, Y/N," He says, giving her a wave before quickly heading out. He didn't even know if he'd make it to his car. He stops himself, looking back at her door.

Y/N is making her way back upstairs before she hears loud banging at the door.

She's confused and goes back to open the door and Michael bursts in, grabbing her quickly and pulling her in, grabbing her face with both hands, kissing her passionately. He couldn't help himself. She's intoxicating. And he's shocked that she's kissing him back.

His hands roam her body as he slightly grinds against her stomach, getting as much friction as possible. She reaches around his neck, tugging on his hair and he lets out a groan, breaking the kiss.

His hand is in hers, and she's leading him up to her room. He kicks the door shut behind him and his lips are back on hers. He pulls his sweatshirt off her and chuckles.

"Thief." He jokes.

"You left it here."

"I'm glad I did," He says, resuming the kiss only to break it again. "You look so fucking good in it. I couldn't help myself. If your other clothes weren't enough..."

He kisses her again roughly.

So he did notice.

She smiles into the kiss. His hands are groping her ass, feeling every inch of her. Her back slightly arches, rubbing against his erection and he hisses. He pushes her onto the bed, planning on doing exactly what he wanted to.

He tears her shirt off and reaches for her breasts, squeezing them tightly as he continues to kiss her, but stops again and she wines.

"You're okay with this, right?" He asks.

"More than okay."

"Good," He begins kissing her neck, unclasping her bra. "Because you have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this; under me, face fucking flushed."

His hand brushes her cheek and then immediately dives back in to scatter hickeys all along her neck. Her stomach is fluttering and she grabs his face to pull him back in for a kiss but he avoids it, biting her breast and then sucking. She lets out small cries as he kneads her other one and grinds against her. His hand reaches down and he circles her clit through her pants. He moves her hips up and she helps him get her pants off.

He's impatient, tearing off her panties in a heartbeat and dives in with kitten licks and can taste her getting wetter by the second. Her backs arching and her chest moves up and down rapidly as he goes faster, moving his tongue down to her leaking hole and licking up all her juices. He moves his hand to her clit, pressing down and rubbing in tight, fast circles while continuing to devour her.

"Fuck," She struggles to get out, trying to muffle her moans with a pillow. Michael grabs it quickly and throws it across the room and then sucks on her clit harshly. She lets out a loud moan and she's shaking, nearing her release, but then Michael stops suddenly anther eyes widen. She sits up and grabs his arm. "Please don't stop, Michael, it feels so good."

"I want you to release around me."

He's pulling his pants down, his thick cock springing out of his pants has Y/N's mouth watering.

He lines himself up with her, rubbing against her to lubricate himself. She's grinding her pussy against him, biting her lip and letting out small winces. He's enjoying her wining, continuing to tease her which grows her frustration.

"Michael," She wines. "Fucking put it in."

His hand slowly travels up her body and then wraps around her neck.

"Darling, I'll put it in when I want to," He smirks, earning a glare from her. She continues squirming and grinding, desperate for it. She feels hot, she's aching for him.

"Please," She begins to beg. With that, he pushes himself into her and release a pent up moan. He stays in her for a moment, looking at her expression. Her legs are spread wide open for him, her face red, lips puffy, panting like a dog. He pulls out and pushes back in, quickening his pace as she become more adjusted to his cock.

She's loud, throwing her head back as her hands travel to his hair too tug. He's pounding her hard, groaning loudly as she tugs and as he feels her walls fluttering around him.

"Taking me so well," He kisses her cheek. "Just like I always knew you would, perfect little thing."

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as he sweet talks her and she lifts her hips to follow his rhythm, feeling him deep inside of her. He goes faster and she feels him everywhere, hitting her sweet spot so perfectly.

"God, it feels so good,"

His hand grabs her neck harshly and he stares into her eyes while continuing to fuck her ruthlessly.

"Yeah? Who's making you feel so good? Cause it's certainly not God."

"You," She says, her doe eyes looking deep into his dark ones. She moves her hips faster as the coil in her stomach begins to snap.

His movements become sloppy as he chases his own release.

Y/N's nails dig into his back and he kisses her again, feeling her clench against him.

"You gonna cum?" He questions. She nods her head quickly. "Yeah? You're gonna cum nice and hard on my cock? Yeah?"

"Mhm." She nods, her wet sounds, moans, and Michael pounding into her fills the room. Her eyes roll back when she finally releases, Michael following shortly behind her, making sure every bit of his seed goes inside of her.

He pulls out, the two of them panting relentlessly. She closes her legs but Michael pushes them back open, leaning down to lick up the mess that the two of them made.

"You're so. Fucking. Hot." He says in-between licks. She smiles, not responding, comprehending what had just happened.

"Why didn't you kiss me sooner?" She asks.

He stops what he's doing and kisses her once more.

"Believe me, I've wanted to," He moves her strands of hair behind her ears. "But you, in my fucking sweatshirt, I just couldn't control myself."

#michael langdon one shot #ahs #ahs smut #michael langdon #american horror story #michael langdon x reader #cody fern smut #cody fern #ahs fanfiction #ahs apocalypse #sarah paulson #finn wittrock #emma roberts #apocalypse #taissa farminga #evan peters

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the-final-sif · 2 years

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In the Dream on improv au, once (or if i guess) Dream is free from the dream on and can properly communicate with people and live life again, how does he feel about certain characters?

Like, I'm sure he's fine with Sapnap and George, he pushed exactly where he needed to to get them to leave him, but what about Quackity and Sam?

Because yeah, he couldn't feel it, but his friends did still torture and abuse him, and it must have change how he looked at them, knowing what they were willing to do?

So, post-Dreamon Dreamon Improv AU is a whole can of worms that I haven't opened, because this is the sort of can of worms that has 2 more cans of worms inside. It's a nesting doll of worm cans.

Once c!Dream is freed, a process that involves everyone finding out what was going on, he's...

Well, he's actually not too far off from normal c!Dream's method of handling trauma. The "I logically understand what happened here, and planned for it to happen, therefore I cannot be traumatized by this".

Now, there is an extent where the Dreamon's control on other people has to be considered. While the Dreamon can't do mind control like the egg can (without having a non-admin fully infected), it can still heavily influence the people around it. Even just being around it for long periods can heavily influence someone's mental state for the worse. It's a vicious feedback cycle where the Dreamon can make people unstable, and then uses that instability to get a better grip on their mind.

The best example of this is during the prison arc. Obviously, in this AU, c!Ranboo would've never set off the TNT. So who did?

Uh, nobody.

Nobody set off TNT. It was never real.

Instead, the Dreamon causes c!Sam and c!Tommy to believe that it was real. It spends a significant amount of it's energy trapping Tommy with it with the assumption that Dream can't do anything to get away this time. In a way, it was right. Dream couldn't get away. So he had to get Tommy out of the picture, the only way he could.

In Sam's case specifically, outside of that one incident + c!Quackity, he did exactly what Dream needed him to do. He fully isolated Dream from everyone else and made it difficult for anyone to forge bonds with him. That was perfect for Dream at the time, and he actually took a fair bit of comfort in it. At least during his initial phases of denial, he sticks to that viewpoint. Sam did what he needed to do.

For Quackity, Dream's denial sinks in further. Quite possibly to the point of forcing himself to be around Quackity to prove he "isn't traumatized". He refuses to let others enact any kind of vengeance on Quackity for the torture either, pining most of the blame on the Dreamon. While it is true that the Dreamon absolutely played a part in escalating things, in this situation Quackity still initiated and followed through on things. He could've stopped himself if he'd really wanted to, and he didn't.

I think that both of them know that at some point, but Dream sure isn't willing to admit it. He wants to believe it was the Dreamon, because he wants it to be over now. Dream needs it to be over now.

This is reflected in the way that Dream handles all the physical changes of his body. He's spent so long out of control, and his body has been through so much physical damage that Dream no longer registers a lot of physical sensations. Straight up, he has to set timers to remember to eat because he can't tell when he's hungry anymore. At some point a skeleton clips him with an arrow and he walks into the community house not noticing that there's blood covering his whole shoulder.

Using potions Dream tries to push himself physically like he used to. He only sleeps when he passes out (he won't admit it, but every time he wakes up and finds his body has moved without his permission, it terrifies him).

While Dream completely understands and is very respectful of the fact that other people need time to heal from everything, he can't let himself do the same. Because healing means he has to acknowledge that he was hurt in the first place. He has to acknowledged that all that pain was real and he felt it. Prior to that breaking point, he refuses to do that. He tries to treat people as if they never hurt him, because he's still in denial that he was ever hurt.

#c!dream #dreamon #dreblr #c!quackity #c!sam #dsmp #dream smp #sif speaks #sif answers #my headcanons #dreamon improv au

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rek1s-headband · 3 years

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hi could i request something? basically just HCS about langa and reki when you guy get into a fight or sum idk LMFAOO, you dont have to do this if you dont want to tho <3

➯ A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy. I added a few characters, hope you don’t mind:)

➯ When you guys get into a fight

➯ Characters: Langa Hasegawa, Reki Kyan, Kaoru Sakurashiki, Kojiro Nanjou, Hiromi Higa and Miya Chinen x gn reader

➯ Warnings: angst if you squint, fluff

Langa:

Ok the majority of your fights are generally because of a miscommunication. If things aren’t spelled out for the poor boy, he’ll be completely oblivious to what’s bothering you

When you finally snap, he always seems shocked, asking why you hadn’t said anything sooner, even if you’d been trying to hint at it all week

Not really one to shout, but if things get heated enough he might snap. He always feels awful afterwards though. No matter what, he really believes no one should be screamed at because of something as silly as a disagreement

Rarely storms out, he’s always going to try and stay until the end to try and get something, anything out of you that he can use to try and understand your point of view

Understands space. He knows when you dont feel like talking to him, and he will give you that time to collect your thoughts. When you’re ready to speak again, he’s all ears

Gets overwhelmed really easy. It doesnt really show in what he says, but when you raise your voice his brain goes to putty and he can feel his breath get narrow. He’s not scared, he just doesn’t want to be the reason you’re feeling like this.

Never lets you go to bed angry. He’ll give you your space, but if you’re still quiet by bedtime he’s making sure you’ve eaten and you’re not still really upset by whatever played out that day

Overthinks a lot. How long did he not realise you were upset? What if its actually a much bigger deal than you’re letting on? What if you leave? Of course, he knows a lot of it is completely irrational, but it still lingers in the back of his mind, so you can imagine how relieved he is when the fight is over and you’re back in his arms

Asks people for advice a lot. Reki and Cherry are usual helpers, giving Langa their opinions on the matter without going into too much detail. The rest is up to him.

Gives the best hugs and comfort after a fight. He understands couples can fight, and never really takes the aggression let out by the pair of you too seriously. Rubbing the back of your head and holding you close to his chest, he’ll reassure you that he’s not going anywhere, that he’s not going to leave “just because of a silly fight” while you fight back tears on his shoulder.

Reki

Unlike Langa, Reki is a very open person in terms of his feelings, so your fights are rarely because of closed away emotions. However, many are caused by you feeling he is spending too much time in his workshop, overworking himself and not spending as much time with you as he should.

As for Reki, he gets mad when he feels you’re being closed off from him, not telling him things and hiding your true emotions. It’s not that he doesnt trust you, he just doesnt want you shouldering anything by yourself, and tries to make things easier for you by halving the problem.

A very emotional person, and this really shows when the two of you argue. There’s a lot of tears, a lot of raised voices, yknow those exhausted laughs when you’re tired of arguing with someone? Those. He pulls at his hair a lot in frustration too

Both of you need to walk away from each other a lot during arguments. You’re both driven by your emotions, so its hard to think logically once you’ve both gotten really upset.

The type to sit outside a door after an argument if you’ve locked yourself in a room, pressing against it and quietly talking to you, regardless of whether or not he gets a response

Understands space, to a certain extent. He’ll try and talk to you after an argument, try anything to get you to just answer him, to come out from your room, to stop ignoring him. He knows when you really don’t want to face him though, which is when he’ll go out for a while, either to Langa’s for advice, or just for a quiet skate.

Despite how upset he gets in the moment, he gets over it quickly. Once he’s out of his head and seeing properly, he’ll take some time to think it over and see things from your point of view. He’ll come back to you with an apology, and when you’re ready to talk, he’ll discuss things with you this time around instead of fighting

If the fight lasts overnight, he refuses to let you take the couch. If he feels a fight will last, he’ll glue himself to the couch, making it impossible for you to sleep anywhere other than your bed. No matter what the fight was about, he refuses to have you sleep uncomfortably.

Tends to cry after making up. It’s rarely out of sadness, of course, more relief than anything. He’s just happy to have you back in his arms, no longer ignoring him.

Cherry

A very rational person, fights are very rare between the pair of you. When you do fight, it tends to be because you feel he’s being closed off from you, not being as open and emotional with you. As for him, he doesnt like when you act too aloof about things that are actually serious to him

Fights start out quiet, talking in normal tones and using your heads. However, as the fight goes on, your voices gradually get higher and louder, arms thrown in the air as you get in each other’s faces.

He snaps quite a bit. Petty remarks, snappy replies and other unnecessary comments are thrown out without much thought as he gets more pissed off. Not necessarily because he doesn’t have anything to defend himself, but because once he’s started, he’ll do just about anything to piss you off

Depending on the fight, it could last an hour or a week. Both of you are so petty that you’ll refuse to apologise to the other, forgetting who was even in the wrong in the first place

Honestly, whoever goes to sleep first gets the bed, he’s not as considerate as Reki. However, as the fight goes on, the pair of you will stay up for ungodly hours into the night, trying to outlast the other because they dont want them sleeping on the couch. You’ll never admit that though, which is why you wont just fall asleep on the couch first. Besides, if you happen to fall asleep on the couch before Kaoru goes to bed, he’ll carry you upstairs and sleep on the couch himself. He’ll never admit that though, he’ll simply say you woke up and went upstairs in a hazy half-sleep, which is why you dont remember.

He’s definitely programmed Carla to apologise to you for him at least once, rolling her into the room you’re in before quickly walking out to the sound of “Y/N, I-am-very-sorry-and-I-was-wrong-please-forgive-me” in Carlas robotic voice

If you ever go to Joe’s restaurant to cool down, he’ll make a big fuss, swaying and sighing, dramatically shouting about “however will these lovers reconcile!?” Once his act is over though, he’ll comfort you and give you your favourite meal, tutting over the pair of you and thinking of ways to help you make up

Literally won’t let you go of you for at least a week after you fight. This mf is hanging off you, constant forehead kisses, the whole deal. He’s gone without your affection for a long time while you fought, he’s simply making up for lost time

Joe

You get really pissed at him when he flirts with other girls. He doesn’t mean to, he’s just a bit of a girl magnet and it’s his nature to entertain them. Of course, he all yours, but he forgets sometimes that jealousy is actually a thing

Doesnt take arguments as seriously as he probably should. He’s the type to tell you to “calm down” in the worst possible moment, its usually what makes you explode, actually.

Absolutely dense. The type to listen to you shout for five minutes, and only then have the audacity to ask you just what your problem was

It’s not his fault, bless him. He’s just a little unobservant when it comes to your emotions. When he realises you’re actually upset though, he’s apologising profusely and promising to never do it again

His apologies are always so genuine, you generally forgive him. However, if he does something that really pisses you off and you dont forgive him, he’ll give you space to think

Fights are usually resolved within a day. Like Langa, he refuses to let you go to bed angry

Cooks for you every meal regardless of whether or not you eat it. He’ll leave meals outside your door as a sort of truce, quietly pressing against the door and asking you to please come eat with him, that he hates the idea of you holed up in there all alone

Like Kaoru, he tends to reply with snarky remarks that have little to do with the argument, but they have a little less bite to them. More petty, if anything

Another big reason for why fights never last long is because this man literally. Will. Not. Survive. Without. You. You’ll be trying to ignore him while he comes in every five minutes, asking you how to get a certain channel on the TV, or stupid things you know he’s only asking because he misses talking to you

After you make up, he literally wont even look at another girl for at least a week. Mf will literally turn his head the other way if a girl comes near him, shouting about how he’s spoken for

Shadow

The biggest hothead. He says a lot of things he doesn’t mean in the moment, which will cause you to storm out and he’ll immediately regret it

The fight almost immediately escalates past hushed voices, swear words thrown around as you get in each other’s faces

He’ll get really upset, but he’ll mask it with being pissed off and angry, clashing pots around and acting like a literal baby. He doesnt want to admit it, but he always feels awful right after a fight. He knows youll need a bit of space after the intense shouting, so he’ll give you that space before even attempting an apology

Aggressively cares for you. Like he’ll say things like “I made food, it’ll taste like shit if you leave it, so I suggest you have it now” or “nope, I want the couch, I’m gonna watch something” he’ll never admit it, he just wants to make sure you’re alright even while fighting

If the two of you go to S while fighting, it’ll be very obvious. Usually you’re attached at the hip, but now you couldn’t be further apart. However, he’s still looking out for you, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re alright. If you’re ever getting hit on by some creep, the fight is forgotten and he’s back at your side, daring the stranger to come any closer to you.

Reki is always the first to notice, poking him and pushing you over to him, trying to get the two of you to make up. Surprisingly, it actually does help clear the air

He can never stay mad at you for long though, he’s completely soft for you

Makes you bouquets to try and apologise. He’s taught you a lot about the meanings of flowers, so he’ll specifically pick ones with hidden meanings like “I’m sorry” or “I love you”

Not very good with verbal apologies. He knows when they’re needed though, and they are usually delivered through a series of grumbles and sad expressions. The thought is there though

Gives very gentle, long hugs after you make up. He’ll hold you close, suggesting a date or a movie to help the two of you relax

Miya

Literally the biggest bitch out of the six to fight with. He’s so petty, he will refuse to admit he’s wrong for the longest time. Once he’s in, there’s no accepting he’s not right

At least for a while anyway. He’ll start to feel bad once he sees just how upset you’re getting, frustrated with his inability to see anyone’s point of view but his own

King of the silent treatment. He’ll hide away behind his switch, drowning out his guilty thoughts with the white noise of animal crossing

He’ll skate to take his mind off things, practicing new tricks until he’s exhausted

Makes really snide remarks that have absolutely nothing to do with the argument. The type to bring up shit that happened 4 months ago just to help his case

Reki is usually the one to make him see sense, telling him just how petty he’s being, and that he cant get so defensive when he’s in the wrong. He knows this, obviously, he just can’t help it sometimes.

Although he’s not one for real apologies, he’ll slowly begin to stop ignoring you, bringing you small snacks or sending you funny things he saw on his phone. He’ll sit beside you, acting as if it was completely unintentional, but will slowly inch closer and closer until he’s curled up at your side, mumbling about how he wasn’t completely right after all

Will literally hit anyone who tries to comment on how the pair of you have made up, talking about how “its not even that big of a deal, just shut up”

Ad*m

Yall fought cause y’know. He’s ad*m

Sat outside your house with a speaker and an ugly ass sign. It started raining and his sign got ruined and his makeup ran

You broke up with him and he cried

Slipped in the rain while leaving <3

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Hiya~ Can I request quote 9) "Are you jealous?" for Lucifer in Obey Me! pretty please😊

This was so much fun to write! Luci know that he gets jealous but never wants to admit (his jealousy is worse than Mammon but you didn’t hear it from me 🤭) and sorry this got kinda long! Reader is gender neutral!

TW: suggestive/spicy themes, but nothing extremely graphic is mentioned

Prompt: “Are you jealous?” with Lucifer!

Lucifer is pissed.

He’s tapping his foot, and constantly checking his phone, waiting in his study for you to either walk in or call him. It’s late, and you’re still not home yet. He asked his brothers where exactly you are, and when Asmo told him that you’re out with the same “friend” you seem to blow all of them off for some time now, it just makes his mood turn even more sour, the scowl on his face deepening.

Now, Lucifer is not opposed to you making friends, as long as they aren’t a threat to you, his family, Lord Diavolo and the other exchange students. He understands that it’s very easy for you to connect with others, intentional or not, and he encourages it to a certain extent. However, this same “friend” that you’ve been increasingly been hanging out with for the past couple of weeks is starting to rub him the wrong way. Of course he’s met this “friend”, a classmate from your Seductive Speechcraft class (which just made him feel more unease with you being with them), and they seemed harmless enough (for a demon at least). Annoying, but harmless, at first.

Then began the constant need for your attention.

It started with the messages and calls under the guise of studying, the “innocent” demon begging you for help so that they can pass the class, and you being the naive nice human that you are of course obliged their request. Then it escalated from once a week, to three times a week, to almost staying after school every day just to “help”. He didn’t like that, as it’s him or his brothers that always walk you home every time, and this demon (who he found is Yuki, a demon who feeds off of sexual energy nonetheless), is messing with the routine, but he kept his cool and forced his brothers to do the same. He- They weren’t happy about this, but at the end of the day, you’re still coming home to him- them, and nothing is changing that. Not to mention how he made sure that someone had their eyes on you, whether it’s Mammon, Beel, or even himself (which he preferred).

Until Yuki decided that you need to hang out more, without him or his brothers.

That’s when he made it known of his dislike towards them, and dislike is putting it lightly.

You started to come home right at dinner, right before Beel devoured your plate. Mammon obviously voiced his displeasure aloud, with the others silently agreeing or making passing comments, but Lucifer would just shut the conversation down before anyone gets too upset, mainly for himself. He doesn’t want to lose control over something trivial like this, he can’t, he won’t- he’s well above some minuscule pest like them, and it would be a waste of time and energy to be worried about someone who is clearly below him!

He’s already irritated with Yuki integrating themselves into your everyday life, but he’s also trying to fight the increasing sinking feeling in his stomach the more you both bond.

The more you two become more than acquainted with one another, the more Lucifer tries to fight and hide this feeling. He buries himself in more paperwork, practically locks himself in his study, avoids anyone’s questions or concerns, and has become overall snappier than usual. He’s even snapped on Lord Diavolo, Lord Diavolo of all people!

(Granted Diavolo just thought it was overall stress, so he just simply laughed it off, but it didn’t go unnoticed by everyone, including you).

Now Lucifer is not stupid, he’s a very intelligent and powerful demon, and he doesn’t have to say it to be known. He made sure to do some research himself on Yuki, and didn’t put anything past them. You’re still surrounded by demons who wouldn’t hesitate to swallow you whole if allowed, and some are still desperate enough to try anything, so he’s very cautious with others being around you.

Which leads to now, you being out again with that demon at The Fall. Ever since, Lucifer retired to his study, constantly checking his phone for any updates. He refused to look distressed in front of everyone, and he knows that you’re smart and not so gullible, you’ll be okay, you had to be.

It’s well going on 1 in the morning, and you still haven’t answered any of his calls and texts? You swore that you would always answer him, so something had to happen. What exactly were you doing? What exactly were you two doing? We’re you okay? Are you safe? Has that Yuki tried anything with you?

Were you two doing anything now?

All of these questions swirling around in his head, his worry only adding on to his frustrations and building tension going through his body.

He already marched down to the door, coat forgotten and tie undone, flinging it open and scowl so deep that his fangs were bared. That Yuki better hope that you come home in one piece and spotless, or else he will make sure that they regret being alive-

He couldn’t wipe the surprised look on his face when he made eye contact with you, who was matching his own expression, hand frozen in the air mid knock.

“Lucifer? What are you still doing up? Are you about to go somewhere?” His expression quickly morphed to one of high distaste, the irritation displaying clearly on his face and his grip tightening on the door.

“I was still awake waiting for you. Have you forgotten how to use a phone, or are you too good for one now that you’re with your ‘friend’. And I remember specifically telling you to let me know when you leave, did I not?”

“Oh. Well...my phone kinda died, but I was already on the way home and-”

“By yourself?! Do you know how irresponsible that is? Do you forget that you’re a mere human?”

His irritation is rising to pure anger at this revelation. So that demon didn’t even have the decency to walk you home? To make sure that you arrive safe? And yet you still have the nerve to spend time with them and practically ignore him?!-

“Well- um, Lucifer? Lucifer!”

He snapped out of his murderous thoughts, and stepped aside to let you in.

“Come inside now, it’s late, and we have much to discuss.”

Your face scrunched up, showing confusion in how he’s acting. You know that’s he mad about your phone being dead, but he’s mad enough to leave the door barely hanging on its hinges? But you knew that arguing or pointing it out would just make things escalate, so you just stepped past and began to make your way up the stairs.

You can feel his eyes bore into the back of your head, but you just didn’t understand why. It’s about more than just your phone, it seemed like he’s been on edge for awhile now. You want to approach him, to ask him what’s wrong, to have him open up, but of course Lucifer being Lucifer, it was to no avail.

You racked your brain as he lead you to his room and began the “conversation” about how irresponsible you were being (really it’s just him getting whatever he needed off his chest and not you giving any input). Was it because of you going out so late? No, you didn’t drink, you and Yuki stayed together the whole night, and you let him know hours before. Was it Yuki? Now that you’re think about it, he has been frowning more it seemed like every time you brought up their name-

The pieces are starting to fit together now.

Oh my Diavolo.

You couldn’t stop the words escaping from your mouth before you could realize it.

“Lucifer, are you jealous?”

He choked in the middle of his sentence, and the room went quiet. You’re pretty sure that you can’t even hear him breathing, and his face just went entirely blank, no expression whatsoever.

Oh no, you broke him-

A gust of wind erupted, so strong that you had to shield your eyes for a second, and when you removed your arm, you were met with massive black wings and a very enraged demon.

“Excuse me?”

You stepped back until you stumbled onto the bed, as he stalks closer and closer to you.

“Care to repeat yourself?”

You knew better than to respond, and you felt frozen on the bed. You also know that Lucifer won’t attack or try to kill you, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he has moments where he’s very intimidating, one of those moments being now.

He’s looking down at you like a predator would to its captured prey, his ruby eyes glowing deviously in the dim room. He didn’t stop moving until he was on top of you, caging you in.

“Me? Jealous?” He scoffed. “I am the Avatar of Pride, the most powerful being in this house, yet you assume that I’m jealous of a demon that’s beneath me? You insult me, MC.”

He took hold of your chin, “Do you not remember what I said when we made the pact? You are mine and mine alone. Not anyone else’s, but mine.”

You felt like your nerves were getting the best of you, but you couldn’t force yourself to tear away as he leaned closer. He sealed his lips against yours in a heated kiss, one that you gladly accepted, not before uttering the words that made your heart race even faster.

“Maybe I should remind you of who you belong to, hm?”

—-

“Had a fun night, MC?”

“Yeah, it was”, you coughed in your hand. “Very nice, very fun. We had a great time.”

“Hmmmmm...you and Yuki or you and Lucifer?”

“Asmo!”

He giggled, “I’m just saying dear. I don’t sense the pent-up sexual frustration from Lucifer anymore, and he seems back to normal and even relaxed. Though I must say MC, I wish that you had spent the night in my bed instead.”

“Of course you do Asmo.”

“Besides, I would have covered your hickeys much better-”

“ASMO-”

“MC, are you ready?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear has never been more true than now, as Lucifer appeared behind you both, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, yes, sorry.”

“Eh? Where are you two going?”

“Out.”

“And without me?!”

“Yes. Now, leave us be”. Lucifer moved his hand from your shoulder to your own hand, leading you both out the door. You two had plans for the day after the...eye-opening talk from last night, and he didn’t want to waste anymore time than he already had.

Bonus:

Asmo waited until he heard the door click, and then quickly whipped out his D.D.D. to text Yuki. He knew that the plan was going to be a success! A tense Lucifer made things more difficult for everyone, and he has too much pride to open his mouth so he decided to step in and team up with Yuki, who already knew about the whole ordeal.

Lucifer was already on the edge of snapping and letting his primal instincts take over anyway, so Asmo just gave him a little push in the right direction.

Thank Diavolo the plan worked, or else it would be hell for them both. He did owe Yuki some exposure on his socials in exchange for this and backing off of you now, but it was well worth the trouble.

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tricksters-captain · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes imagines - Some Sunny Day Part 2

AN: I’m splitting episode 3 into two chapters because so much happens.

Summary: Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.

In this chapter: Despite your protests, Bucky seeks out Zemo (Based on S1 EP3)

(PART 1 HERE)

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 5,196

Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3, violence, strong language.

You watched Bucky as he sat beside you on the aircraft.

“Do you mind?” Bucky’s side eye didn’t make you look away.

“I’m just trying to see what’s going through that head of yours.” You confessed. You were all on your way to Germany to visit Zemo. It wasn’t a plan you were happy with but it was the plan.

“Don’t bother.” Bucky frowned, looking down at his hands on his lap. “And don’t ask me if I think this is a good idea again.”

“I wasn’t going to ask that.” You turned away from the man.

“What was it then?” Bucky asked.

“I was going to ask if you were sure you wanted to do this.” It was another question you had already asked 20 times or more but you couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling of anxiety about this trip.

“She has a right to be worried, Buck. The last time you were alone with Zemo, you ended up putting (Y/n) through three windows.” Sam reminded you both of what happened the last time you were in Berlin.

“It won’t happen this time.” Bucky tried to reassure you both but you still felt uneasy.

After another hour or so Sam announced that you were almost there.

It was a short drive to the prison from the airport but once you were inside, you felt your chest begin to tighten again.

“He’s just through that corridor.” The German guard gestured up ahead and that’s when Bucky stopped you.

“Alright. Give us a sec.” Bucky instructed the security guard before turning to you and Sam. “I’m gonna go in alone.”

“Why?” Sam asked,

“You’re Avengers. You know how he feels about that.” Bucky said as he looked between the two of you.

“It’s not like you two were known for frolickin’ in the sun together.” Sam felt he needed to remind Bucky of the past again. However, Bucky stood his ground.

“He was obsessed with HYDRA. We have a history together. Trust me. I got it.”

“Buck...” You started,

“I got it.” He repeated himself before you could say anything else.

You watched Bucky head through the doors alone.

“Let’s wait outside. This place gives me the creeps.” Sam encouraged you to follow him to which you didn’t do without hesitation.

Sam brought you a hot drink as you sat on a bench outside.

“I forgot how worried he can make you.” Sam admitted as he sat down beside you.

“I’ve seen what he went through, Sam. All of it leading up to Zemo. I just... I don’t want it happening to him again.” You knew you couldn’t explain the extent of why you cared for Bucky.

“You love him.” Sam said. It wasn’t a question but rather a statement. “I can see it clear as day. Anyone could if they stuck around long enough.”

“Why are you bringing this up, Sam?” You sighed, looking away from him.

“Because it’s also obvious that he loves you too. You run around driving each other crazy with worry but you have none of the good stuff that comes with being in love with someone.”

“What do you know about love, Don Juan?” You chuckled as you tried to lighten the tone.

“I know it when I see it.” Sam smiled but there was a sadness behind his eyes.

“Things are complicated, Sam.” You muttered, “You already know that.”

“Well I also think that if Bucky got some he’d be a whole lot less angsty all the damn time.” You knew Sam only said it to make you laugh but you still gave him a whack for the comment.

“Shut up, Sam.” You shook your head, trying not to smile at the inappropriate comment.

Sam kept you entertained by a couple of silly games of rock, paper, scissors before Bucky returned.

“Come on, I got some information. We gotta go.” Bucky hurried you and Sam along.

“Just like that?” You were surprised that Zemo even spoke to Bucky at all.

“A location. I’ll explain everything once we get there.” Bucky wasn’t giving you much information and it was making you a little suspicious.

“Hey, hey, hey...” Sam ran after Bucky, stopping him. “You gotta give us a little more than that.”

“Zemo agreed to help us after hearing that there were more super soldiers. It was his life ambition to stop the winter soldier programme and he’s given us a lead.” Bucky explained.

“And you’re just gonna trust his word?” You probed.

“There’s not much else we can do.” Bucky did make a point.

It didn’t take long to reach the large warehouse/garage that Bucky wanted to go to.

Bucky on the way had started rambling about breaking Zemo out of jail in order to help you guys which sounded ridiculous to you.

“Tell me you’re joking, Buck.” You pleaded, unsure whether he had lost his mind entirely.

“He’s our best shot at finding who is making the serum and he’d be a lot more useful out than in.” Bucky opened the door to the building and you followed him inside.

“What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail? Where are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?” Sam was just as lost as you were as he shot questions at Bucky.

“We have no leads, no moves, nothing.” Bucky sighed as you made your way in with your flashlights.

“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.” Sam argued.

“We also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose.” Bucky retorted.

“Anyway, I thought this was a lead?” You tried to look around but the place was badly lit. There were mainly mechanic tools and lots of storage scattered around.

“It’s complicated.” Bucky frowned.

“What’s complicated is Zemo. He’s gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offence.” Sam shone his flashlight at Bucky as he spoke.

“Offence.” Bucky didn’t look impressed as he found the light switch. “Super Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code.”

“I’ve been on the wrong side of that code and so have you. He blew up the UN, he killed King T’Chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It’s a rhetorical question. They didn’t. I know why this matters to you, but it’s pushing you off the deep end.” Sam stepped closer to Bucky. You couldn’t deny that Sam had a point. Zemo was the one who tore the avengers apart by framing Bucky. “We don’t know how they’re gettin’ the serum. We don’t even know how many of them there are.” Bucky couldn’t give up. “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I?”

“What did you do?” Sam narrowed his eyes at Bucky.

You were busy looking inside the car that was revealed by the lights coming on.

“I didn’t do anything.” Bucky shook his head before he continued with his ‘hypothetical’.

“The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it’s nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond.”

“So why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment? Who knows?” Sam questioned.

“There could be many reasons…” Bucky shrugged. “But the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, wouldn’t be hard to slip down a hallway or two.

At this point, you stopped looking around and looked over at Bucky with your arms across your chest. You weren’t liking how thought out this plan was sounding.

“And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated someone could use the chaos to their advantage.” Bucky continued.

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural. Are you… And where are we, man?” Sam gestured around the place with confusion locked on his face.

“Bucky, I’m with Sam on this one. I’ve got a bad feeling and–––” A door opening behind you cut you short.

You turned around to see Zemo walk through the plastic door curtains.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Sam jumped forward instructively. Bucky managed to stop him but he didn't stop you.

You rushed towards Zemo and held the tip of one of your knives to his Adams apple as he held his hands up.

“What are you doing here?” Sam shouted at Zemo before snapping back to Bucky.

“I didn’t tell ’cause I knew you wouldn’t let this happen.” Bucky admitted.

“What did you do?” Sam pointed at Zemo in shock.

“We need him.” Bucky stated to which you chuckled harshly, pressing your knife a little harder.

“You’re going back to prison!” Sam called over.

“If I may..? “ Zemo tried to speak but you all shut him up with a unanimous ‘No.’

“Apologies.” Zemo mumbled.

“(Y/n), put the knife down.” Bucky came towards you and wrapped his hand round your wrist. “Please?”

You did. Slowly.

“Look, when Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you both backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your neck out for me. I’m asking you to do it again.” Bucky looked back and forth from you to Sam.

“I really think I’m invaluable.” Zemo spoke again.

“Shut up.” You rose the knife again to which Zemo took a step back and pretended to zip his mouth shut.

“Okay.” Sam sighed after a moment of contemplation. “If we do this, you don’t make a move without our permission.”

“Fair.” Zemo nodded.

“Bucky... You understand what this means right? If they find out we took Zemo, specifically you. We’ll be on the run again and I don’t know if there will be a pardon this time either.” The concern in your eyes made Bucky frown.

“It’ll be alright. He's the only shot we got to stop these guys.” Bucky wasn’t sure if he believed his own words but he was praying that this was the best thing to do.

“Alright.” You turned to Zemo. “So where do we start?”

Zemo gestured for you to follow him before taking you into another dark room. You kept your knife in your hand just in case.

He reached for the light switch to reveal a mass of classic cars.

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam cocked his eyebrow at the impressive collection.

“These are mine. Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once it’s out there, someone can create an army of people… like the Avengers.” Zemo entered one of the cars and pulled out a bag. “I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished. To do this, we’ll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.”

“Well, join the party. We’ve already started.” Sam told the man.

“First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.” Zemo took his bag and headed into another room.

“Jesus... How big is this place?” You looked around to see it was full of clothes.

“First I change and then we head to Selby.” Zemo placed the bag down before filing through one if the rails of clothes.

“How are we supposed to get anywhere with Zemo on our hands? We can’t exactly call Torres and ask for a ride but please ignore the fugitive that’s coming with us.” You looked between the boys.

“I will get us there.” Zemo told you.

“Great.” You pressed a fake smile onto your face which Zemo chose not to acknowledge.

Before you knew it you were at the airport at Zemo’s private jet.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam’s eyes went wide at the sight of the plane.

“I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.” Zemo spoke as if it was well known information. You felt a pang hit you in the chest, it happened every time you thought of Sokovia... it was guilt.

You watched Zemo greet an elderly man in a suit before you entered the jet.

You sat furtherest away from Zemo, still feeling very uncomfortable about him being free and under your custody.

You watched him sip on a glass of champagne like he had no worries in the world.

“You don’t know what it’s like to be locked in a cell. Oh. That’s right you do.” Zemo reminded you of the time Tony had locked a lot of the avengers up.

“Why don’t you tell us about where we’re going?” Sam suggested.

“I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?”

Before you could blink, Bucky had lunged forward and taken Zemo by the neck.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky kept hold of Zemo for a second longer before sitting back down. You had fought the urge to get up and take hold of his arm to calm him down.

"I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Zemo made no attempt at a sincere apology for the invasion of privacy.

“Don’t push it.” Bucky warned him.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?” Sam smiled as he thought back on the memory.

“I like ’40s music, so…” Bucky shrugged.

“You didn’t like it?” Sam seemed more shock to hear this than when he saw Zemo.

“I liked it.” Bucky proclaimed.

“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” Even Zemo had to get involved.

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.” Sam turned back to Bucky after giving side eye to Zemo.

“I like Marvin Gaye.” Bucky repeated.

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.” Sam couldn’t drop it but you didn’t bother getting involved.

You looked at the book in Bucky’s hands. You knew Steve had given it to him before but seeing it again after all this time brought up a hundred thoughts. You remembered the many things you had told Steve to watch or eat or listen to like ABBA, Mochi ice cream and pranking him by suggesting the twilight movie as must see.

“You must have really looked up to Steve.” Zemo mentioning Steve made you look up again. “But I realised something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America’s Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.”

“Watch your step, Zemo.” Sam warned him.

“They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?” Zemo looked over at Bucky. “As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? That is why we’re going to Madripoor.”

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam asked but you already knew of Madripoor. Anyone with links to the underworld of crime knew of Madripoor.

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky informed him.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo looked down at his duffel bag of clothes that you had watched him pack before.

“What do you mean by that?” You finally chimed into the conversation.

“James will have to retake the person of the Winter Soldier. You both will have a role to play also.” Zemo explained, turning to face you as you sat in the chair by the back wall of the jet.

“Bucky, can I speak to you privately?” You looked past Zemo to Bucky. Bucky gave you a look to ask where would you go so you stood and opened the cabin toilets door.

Bucky huffed before following you in.

“Bucky I’m not okay with this.” You whispered as you pressed yourself up against the wall so you could try and fit both you and Bucky a little more comfortably.

“This isn’t up to you.” Bucky sighed.

“Everything about this situation is making every nerve in my body scream this is a bad idea.” You folded your arms across your chest as you stared up at Bucky.

“How many times do I have to tell you that this is the only plan we got?”

“I don’t trust him.” You kept your voice low as you threw your hand up in the direction of the door.

“Do you trust me?” Bucky asked.

“I’m starting to question it.” You muttered.

Bucky just stared at you in response.

“Yes, I trust you.” You grumbled, caving in.

“Anyway I have you if things go bad.” Bucky tried to make light of the situation but you weren't impressed.

You left the bathroom and remained silent until you drew closer to Madripoor.

Upon your arrival in Madripoor, you were handed some clothes to change into.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” You held up the small material dress that you were meant to wear.

“I had to choose a disguise that would cover your face. Too many people here would know you from your days before the avengers and after.” Zemo defended his choice of ‘costume’ for you.

“So I’m assassin barbie?” You scoffed before taking to the bathroom to change.

You slid on the black leather playsuit and boots, along with the mask that Zemo gave you.

You felt exposed and uncomfortable. You managed to hide a few knives in your boots and you slid on a thigh holster to hold some more to make you feel like you were protected at least.

“Loose the knives.” Zemo instructed.

“Are you serious?” You were growing more agitated by the minute with this man.

“You are playing an escort. You can’t have knives on show.” Zemo pointed to your holster.

You bit down on your cheek as you removed it.

“Fine.” You then left the plane to Sam and Bucky waiting outside. Bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight of you but he tried to hide it by clearing his throat and looking away.

“We have to fix this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam was wearing a red patterned suit and chains. He didn’t look too bad in it either.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” Zemo handed Sam his phone revealing a picture of Conrad Mack.

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam took the phone and looked down at the picture.

“(Y/n) is playing your partner for the night. Conrad is known for his appreciation for the finer things in life and often has a woman on his arm Therefore, (Y/n), you must be attached to Sam’s hip the entire night.” Zemo filled you all in on the reason behind your disguise.

“Excuse me, what?” Bucky almost choked at the idea of you having to be Sam’s woman for the night.

“Well it is the only disguise that makes sense. She can’t be your girlfriend as you are the Winter Soldier. She can’t be mine as everyone knows I am loyal to my wife. She has to be the smiling tigers current whore.”

“Watch your mouth.” Bucky hissed.

“We all must play a part.” Zemo defended his choice of words. “You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam asked.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error. High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.” Zemo gestured across the city as a car approached you all.

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” You sighed as Zemo opened the car door for you.

“Not if we want the answers we are looking for.” Zemo climbed into the car after you and then the boys followed.

It didn't take too long to find the way to low town. You had been to Madripoor before but it had been years ago.

You did as you were ordered when you all exited Zemo’s car. You stuck by Sam, walking in the middle of Sam and Bucky.

The air wasn’t cold but it felt thick, you could feel it sticking to your bare skin which gave you the desperate urge to take a long shower.

“Here we are.” Zemo had brought you to a bar. It was busy and filled with a lot of men.

“Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?” You heard Zemo ask Bucky in Russian.

You heard whispers around you questioning if Bucky was who everyone thought he was. It made your gut clench with nerves but you didn’t let it show.

“Hello, gentlemen. Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.” The bartender greeted Sam and Zemo but barely brushed a glance over you.

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.” Zemo spoke for Sam. You then felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist. You leaned into him, batting your eyelashes first at Sam and then the bartender.

“The usual?” The bartender asked Sam. He nodded, afraid that if he spoke then it would give away the facade.

You were thankful you were wearing a face mask when you saw the drink made for the Smiling Tiger. You grimaced at the dead snake being cut open and then again when one of its organs was dropped into Sam’s shot.

“Ah, Smiling Tiger. Your favourite.” Zemo picked up his own drink as he looked down at Sam’s.

“I love these.” Sam forced himself to speak.

“Cheers, Conrad.” Zemo and Sam touched glasses before Sam hesitantly shot back the drink. You could tell Bucky enjoyed watching that.

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.” A man suddenly approached from behind and tapped Zemo on the shoulder. You felt Sam’s grip on you tighten protectively.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo held his hand out to show his new bodyguard.

“New haircut?” The stranger looked Bucky up and down.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo gave him the other option. The man retreated.

“A power broker? Really?” Bucky spoke once the stranger had left.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam asked.

“Only by reputation.” Zemo admitted honestly.

“In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner. You can’t visit low town without appearing on his radar.” You spoke up as you let yourself look around the room and take in just how many threats were around.

“And you know this why?” Sam looked down at you. He must've forgotten your past.

“I was a free agent before the Avengers. I've been here undercover a few times especially when I was a young teenager. Surprise Surprise evil guys like little girls.” You kept quiet in case anyone around was listening.

Zemo suddenly spoke a command for Bucky in Russian once again and that’s when another stranger put his hands on Zemo.

You watched Bucky follow orders and he didn’t hold back.

He grabbed hold of the strangers wrist and pulled him off Zemo before attacking him and several others around.

You took notice of those around with their phones out. Cameras...

You went to step forward when you felt Sam squeeze your side. He gave you a look that told you no.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo muttered to you and Sam. You wanted to punch him.

Bucky slammed another man onto the bar and that’s when you heard the wave of guns cocking.

Sam took hold of Bucky’s arm when Zemo told him to stay in character.

Instead Zemo told Bucky to stand down once you were informed you could see Selby.

Sam took hold of you hand and dragged you along side him as you all left the bar.

“She isn’t welcome.” One of the guards stopped you before you could enter the room.

“Excuse me?” Sam scoffed at the guard. “She’s with me and so she is welcome.”

“Let her in!” You heard an English accent call from ahead.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” Selby was an older woman with a white pixie cut and a sly grin. Sam remained stood and so did Bucky but Sam had commanded you to take a seat next to Zemo.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo was impressing you by how cool he was playing this. It also worried you.

“A lot has changed since you were here last. By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?“ Selby asked.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby ignored Zemo as she eyed up Sam.” What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum. And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”Zemo had risen from his seat and held Bucky by the chin.

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank...Or condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.” Selby fed you what she knew.

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Zemo questioned.

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.” Selby pushed herself from her seat and walked across the room.

That’s when Sam’s mobile went off.

“Answer it. On speaker.” Selby ordered. The gun behind Sam made him pull out his phone.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation. It’s been drivin’ me nuts.” A woman’s voice came through.

“What situation exactly are you talkin’ about?” Sam tried his best to keep up his persona.

“Are you high? You know what situation, it’s the only situation me and you have.” The woman’s attitude was not helping Sam’s case.

“What situation, Sarah? Say it.” Sam demanded.

“The damn boat. And watch your tone. Okay? I let you slide at the bank.” Sarah snapped back.

“The bank. Yeah. Laundered so much...” Sam chuckled. “Yeah, they’ll come around.”

“If that was the case, then why’d they dog you out, Big Time?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah, you damn right I’m Big Time. You’ll see when I have that banker killed.” Sam tried to seem intimidating but at that moment you knew you were screwed. You reached down into your boot to take a knife just in case.

“Cass! What’d I tell you about the Cheerios? I don’t have time for this! Sam, I’m sorry. I’ll call you back.” Sarah had used Sam’s name and that was the end of it.

“Sam? Who’s Sam?” Selby looked pissed. “Kill them!” She ordered but before her hired men could react, a bullet came through the window and shot Selby down.

You snatched two knives from your boot and sent them into the guard behind Sam.

Bucky immediately reacted with taking out the other guard.

“They’re gonna pin this on us.” You took the knives from the body as the boys took the guns.

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.” Zemo’s order made the boys put their guns down but you just wiped your knives and placed them back in your boot.

You left the club in a hurry. Text chimes went off around you and you knew the power broker had seen what happened.

You were well and truly fucked.

“This is not good.” Zemo’s last words before the shooting started.

You took off alongside Bucky and Sam, cursing the fact that Zemo had put you in the most uncomfortable shoes on the planet.

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam shouted which almost made you laugh.

“Down here!” You took a turn into an alley to get off the road as two mopeds appeared behind you.

Before you could spin around to fight, a shooter had taken them out.

“You seem to have a guardian angel.” Zemo looked just. as confused you felt. You weren’t aware you knew anyone who was in Madripoor at the moment.

“Well, this is too perfect. Drop it, Zemo.” A familiar face soon revealed itself from the shadows.

“Sharon?” Sam furrowed his brow at the woman.

“You cost me everything.” Sharon ignore Sam as she spoke to Zemo.

“Sharon, wait. Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead.” Sam stepped ahead of Zemo to protest him.

“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.”Sharon glowered at the four of you.

“So what are you doing here?” Bucky asked the question on everyones mind.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass, so that you could save him from him. I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up. So I’m off the grid in Madripoor.” Sharon informed you.

“Don’t blow smoke. Both (Y/n) and I were on the run, too.” Sam didn't bother with feeling pity.

“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore. I can’t. My own father doesn’t know where I am.” Sharon shot back.

“Listen, Sharon, we need your help.” Bucky interrupted her before she could say anything else.

“Please.” You added. You and Sharon were friendly for a time before the world went to hell. You figured she’d help you at least.

“This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You’ll be safe there for a while.” Sharon sighed, giving in and lowering her gun.

“Thank you.” You pressed a small smile onto your face but Sharon didn’t reciprocate.

She managed to get you to a car safely and you headed out of low town for the night.

(PART 3 HERE)

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“Y/N? Where are you?” no response.

“Friday? Would you be so kind as to tell me where my little sister is running around?”

“Of course, boss. She is currently sitting in the garden, reading a book.”

“Thanks Friday.”

Tony headed out to talk to his sister.

“There you are. Please come inside. We have to talk.”

“Alright. I’m coming.” you smiled up at your big brother.

He was everything to you. Y/N had been born in 1990 and had not exactly been planned. A year later your parents had died and Tony was left alone with an infant. Fortunately he was wealthy enough to have nannies looking after you as long as he was still in college.

But the time you did spend together was thoroughly enjoyed. Everytime he was home he took you to the zoo, swimming or you just celebrated your lives.

All in all Tony Stark was the best brother anyone could have wanted.

Then he was kidnapped and became Iron Man. And Y/N was in the middle of it all. Tony tried to keep you away from it all but that didn’t work very well. You had begged him time and time again to make a suit for you too but he refused. Fortunately you were as technically talented as he was, copied Tony’s files for his suit, made some modifications and built it.

Yours was purple and silver instead of red and gold and it had some other nice gadgets which would probably prove useful.

When you took the first flying test outside the tower you didn’t really care that you were probably going to get caught.

And of course the moment you landed again Tony busted you.

“Y/N. What were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt.” he was worried.

“But I didn’t. You really have very little trust in my abilities. I flew didn’t I? And I used your plans and software. I even have Friday on my ears at all times.” you rolled your eyes at your brother.

“I can’t decide if I should be angry or proud.” he muttered. “I trust you and your skills but please let me ease my conscience and have a look over your work before you go flying again.” he asked.

“Alright, if that calms you down, sure.” you smiled and hugged your brother.

“So what is this about?” you asked him.

“I am throwing a party tonight to celebrate taking down the hydra base and recovering the scepter.” he beamed.

“And I am invited?”

“Of course. Wear something nice.” he instructed and left you alone in the entryway.

Y/N prepared half the afternoon for the spectacle and looked your best when evening rolled around. You hung at the bar with Natasha and Bruce, let Thor and Rhodey tell their war stories and sat around the table while everyone tried to lift Mjölnir and failed miserably.

Then suddenly a mangled Iron legion droid came walking through the door saying strange stuff and ending up attacking everyone. You were just so able to jump behind the bar and duck down. After that you promised yourself that you would never feel that helpless again. You wanted to be in the thick of it all.

When the dust settled everyone was really confused. The peacekeeping program Ultron had “killed” Jarvis and taken off into the world wide web.

“What did just happen?” Rhodey asked while Thor was on the way searching for Ultron.

After a battle with Ultron and the Maximoff twins, where everyone seemed to have lost their minds at one point or another and the Hulk destroying half a town while Tony tried to stop him, you made it out alive and had to disappear and landed with Clint’s family.

You stayed there for a while and then left for Seol to retrieve the crate with the human print inside.

In the end you had a new addition to the team and a devastating fight against machines in Sokovia.

Everyone was upset after that. Sokovia was destroyed, many civilians had died and Hulk was MIA. Thor left too to shine some light onto the appearances of the infinity stones.

You stayed at the newly built compound to start your official training with Vision, Wanda and Sam.

Some time later things escalated in Lagos with Rumlow and a biological weapon. After that everyone was suddenly afraid of Wanda although she was just as scared.

A day later you were walking through the hallways, passing some office and conference rooms on your way to the gym. You were lost in thought when you heard your brother's voice. At first you wanted to storm in and surprise him but then you heard him talking.

“She isn’t actually my sister, Steve. She’s my daughter. Y/N is my daughter. I’ve never told anyone before I couldn’t-” the rest was not heard by Y/N because you had dropped your towel and run towards your room.

The next few days you just couldn’t face your father. That was so strange to think. You never said it out loud. Y/N felt so betrayed. Why did he never tell you? Of course he had been relatively young when you were born but he still could have been honest with you. Did he not want to be seen as your father? Were you such a disappointment? And over all of that stood the question after your mother. Who was she? What happened to her? Why did she not want to meet you? All those thoughts rushed through your brain and you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that Tony didn’t want to admit the truth to you because you weren’t worth it.

The bad thoughts did not leave you alone anymore. You had nightmares and isolated yourself from everyone during the days.

Although everyone was constantly asking you what was wrong, you couldn’t tell them.

Until the day Natasha and Pepper waltzed into your room, overriding Friday’s authority.

“Hey Y/N. We noticed that you have been by yourself a lot lately, not letting anyone in anymore. So tell us, what is going on with you? You know you can trust us.” Pepper added the last part after seeing you hesitating. And finally you caved in.

“I overheard Tony and Steve talk a few days ago. He said something I need time to process for.”

“What did he say that shocked you so much?” Nat asked.

“All my life I thought he was my brother. He’s been my rock. We went through thick and thin and then I find out that he lied to me all these years.”

“What do you mean he’s not your brother?” Nat pressed further.

“He told Steve that he’s actually my father.” the girls looked at you dumbfounded and it got eerie quiet.

“You sure you heard that right?”

“Of course I am sure. I’m not deaf!” you said a little enraged.

“And I gather you have not talked to him about it yet, have you?” Pepper had a calming nature especially when she put her hand on Y/N arm.

“No I haven’t. I couldn’t. What if it is somehow my fault that he didn’t tell me? What if he doesn’t consider me good enough to be his daughter?” you started to sob quietly.

“Hey, look at me Y/N. If anything it is the other way around. Under all that confident exterior he is actually very insecure and I am sure that he just didn’t want you to be disappointed to have him as a father.” Pepper ensured you.

“You really think so?” you sniffed looking up at her.

“I do. You should talk to him.” she encouraged you.

“Maybe I should tell him that I know and see how he reacts.”

But before you could go forward with your plan Friday alerted you and Nat to come to the conference room because the Secretary of defense had arrived to talk about something

The fights in Sokovia and Lagos had been PR nightmares and the government and the UN did not want to stand by anymore. The Avengers had to bow to the law and sign the Sokovia accords or they would be forced to retire. They were given a few days to think about it and talk this through.

After long discussions the team split in two. Which led to the situation at hand.

Your dad had grounded you together with Wanda after you had voiced your opinion that you thought Steve was right. Well, when Clint came to pick up Wanda you stuck to them and flew to Germany. Steve was kinda surprised when he saw you get out of the car at the airport but he thought you were old enough to make your own decisions.

Well, it ended in a really bad fight in the middle of the runway. In the end you made it out with Steve and Bucky and flew to Siberia under Steve's protest.

“So you’ve been Steve’s friend since childhood, hm?” you asked Bucky while still in the air.

“Yep. Known him forever. And you are Stark’s kid?” he asked back.

“So Steve told you. Yes it seems to be true although my whole life I thought he was my big brother. He lied to me so I’m not very happy with him at the moment. Kicking his ass has been a nice change for once.” you smiled at Bucky sadistically.

“You are a sick little thing, doll!” he laughed out loud.

You landed not much later but you had to admit the crush that had already developed towards Bucky.

And then Zemo happened and that stupid tape.

Were you the only one wondering why the hell there was a security camera in the middle of nowhere on an abandoned street exactly at that point where your grandparents car was forced to crash? And all that in the early 90’s?

Tony did not want to think rationally at that point so he started a fight against Steve and Bucky. You stood by. Too in shock to do anything. The only thing you knew was that it was not Bucky’s fault your grandparents had died but hydras.

You snapped out of your trance when Tony shot Bucky’s arm off. Then it was your moment to jump between your dad and Steve.

“Stop it, dad! Think for one moment!” he was startled for a moment because he wasn’t used to hearing you say that.

“You know?” he asked and his helmet slid back.

“Yes, I do. I overheard you and Steve the other day.” you spoke silently. “Sorry I did not talk about this with you earlier but I was just so upset about the fact that you didn’t tell me. Am I such a disappointment that you thought I wasn’t good enough to be your daughter?” you asked him with tears in your eyes.

“What? Of course not! You, Y/N, are the best thing that has ever happened to me. It was me who felt not man enough to be your dad. In the beginning when you suddenly appeared on my doorstep I panicked and thought I could have never lived up to the responsibility of a father. So I became your fun big brother to save you and me from disappointment. At some point I just felt that I had missed the point of telling you without the fear of consequences. So I stuck with the lie. I never meant to hurt you and I hope you can forgive me. I love you so much.”

That explanation was enough for you to jump into your fathers arms and hug him close.

“I love you 3000, dad. And can we now please get out of here? Bucky doesn’t deserve to die. Can you maybe see that he was controlled and hates himself as much for what Hydra made him do as you hate him? He is actually a really nice guy and like a brother to Steve and you know Steve, would he have bad friends? Also Buck needs help, physical and psychological. So please dad let us help him. He’s a war hero after all.” you finished your plaidoyer.

Your dad just stared at you but in the end took a deep breath and said: “let’s get home. I can’t do anything here.”

Outside you met King T’Challa who was holding Zemo in his grasp. He was gonna bring him to the CIA and then fly home to bury his father. He also promised to help with Bucky’s recovery because Wakanda had the most advanced technology to heal anything.

For months you stayed in Wakanda, which was pretty beautiful by the way, to maybe help Bucky recover step by step.

That’s also how you became close. You went for walks and to his therapy sessions together. The latter also because you thought you could use some talking about your life too.

At first he had wanted to go back into cryo but you had convinced him that that wasn’t necessary. In the beginning your dad had called you everyday to check in but he had stopped after a particularly annoyed outburst on your side.

“Bucky you alright?” you asked him one night after he had come home from his private session with Ayo.

When you saw his face you noticed the big tears leaking down his face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you asked scared this time.

Without saying a word he just walked up to you hugging you close to his chest and kissing you intently.

“You know how much I love you, right?” he whispered.

“Of course. but what happened with Ayo that has you this shaken?” you were persistent.

“I’m free, baby. She said all the trigger words and nothing happened. I’m free.” he repeated as if not believing it himself yet.

You started crying, too at that moment. You knew how much that meant to him, hell how much it meant to you. He had full control of his life back.

“I’m so proud of you babe. You deserve this so much. The past is finally behind you and we can start into a new future.”

“I love you.” he whispered into your hair and started kissing down your neck.

“Oh, okay. So that’s where you are going. Hmm, I like that. But let’s go inside first.”

You pushed him backwards until you reached the hut and inside your bed. You pushed him down and straddled his lap. He grabbed the seams of your blouse and tore it down the middle so the buttons flew in every direction.

“Someone is needy, hm?” you whispered while grinding down on his boner.

“Need you so bad.” he murmured

“You know I would give you everything. Come and take what you want. I swear I won’t break.” you kissed him intensely again before he threw you around and you landed with your back on the mattress.

The next thing he did was rid you both of your clothing. The look on his face was absolutely feral.

“Need to breed you baby. Fuck a baby in you.” he groaned and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Gotta prepare you first.” he slurred just as he pushed a finger into your dripping wet cunt.

And the moment his tongue touched your aching clit you came with a cry. But he didn’t stop there. No. He kept on flicking your nub with his tongue and added a second finger to stretch your walls for his girth.

“Getting you nice and wet, baby.” he moaned. When he hit that particular spot you arched your back and pushed your pussy further into his face. It didn’t take long for you to come again. You drenched his face in your juices which he happily licked off of his face.

He climbed up your body and on the way nipped at your breasts and left hickies on your neck.

“I can’t hold on any longer. Gotta be inside you.” those words were the last warning before he breached your entrance and pushed his massive length inside your tight channel.

“Oh, fuck Bucky. So big. Shit.” you moaned loudly which seemed to spur him on.

He pummeled into you with all the force he could muster.

His blissed out face was all you ever wanted to see again.

His rhythm got erratic. You put your hand in his hair and coaxed him “Let go baby. We’ll be fine. I love you so much.”

That was all it took for him to lose it and he spilled deep inside you.

He collapsed on top of you and then rolled to the side, not to crush you. You winced when he pulled out.

“That was amazing.” you breathed out. “Yeah. Best sex I ever had.” he agreed.

You two lovebirds spent 6 more weeks in Wakanda. Then Bucky got his vibranium arm and you left Wakanda to go back to New York. No matter what you told yourself, you did miss your dad.

But you definitely promised to come back every time you got the chance.

#marvel #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #tony stark #fluff #fanfic #Smut #angst #wakanda #age of ultron #civil war #multi fandom

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“Story’s based on a request from a Nonnie and they are right! Our Xiao needs hugs and rest a bit.”

Words: 1910

Genre: fluff, f!reader

Xiao is always keeping things for him. He will never seek company to share his burdens. After all, there is no trouble which will last long enough, he says. However he can't deny there are moments when he is fed up. Be it the never ending war he fights or his own problems. Which are having roots back in history.

Sometimes there's too much to handle at once, yet he stands tall and faces it headon. Never argues or falters with decisions. As long as it means he can protect Liyue.

To anyone who has never seen him or rarely, he looks like a strong and cold man. But is he really like this? He is an Adeptus, he has seen a lot and experienced some battle scars. Was Xiao always like this? Back in the days when all other Yaksha existed.

Many things happened in his life. He can't even count or remember it all. But all those things made him who he is now. Although there are things which still surprise or confuse him.

He never liked showing himself in front of mortals. There are just a few ones which he tolerates or even allows to talk to him. If he is in a good mood of course. The ones who know Xiao also know about keeping distance when he is upset.

But there's one mortal whose boldness or maybe stupidity never ceases to amaze him. He told you so many times to leave him be, added harsh words and yet... you didn't turn away. Instead approached and offered a companionship.

He eventually gave up with chasing the silly female away. At first he didn't know why she was so stubborn. Mortals are strange but you are like one or two levels stranger than anyone else. Just why do you wish to spend time with somebody like him?

You are like a bridge between the silent and closed up Adeptus and mortal realm. Part of him is still hesitant and refuses to share his burdens. He might have allowed you to stay beside him, be it in silence or tell him what you did that day. What strange things happened or something. He would just sit there and listen. But none of this means he will let his guard down. He will always be fully aware of what's happening around.

You are often asking yourself: does he ever rest? As you know him for a while you are able to recognize when he is really sad and you shouldn't say much. Or when he is quite alright and willing to listen to your rambling until you fall asleep. The fact you can peacefully sleep in Xiao's presence amazes him.

Today is one of those nights when he would have preferred to be just alone. But why does he feel this burning desire to pay you a visit? Is it because you didn't come for a few days and he got worried? No. That can't be it. Xiao has no attachment to anybody, especially mortals.

Truth to be told, he feels tired and despite feeling the way he feels. He decides to silently knock on your door. At first he thought he knocked too lightly. For a brief second he thought to himself to leave. Why is he here anyway? But then he heard your footsteps from behind the door.

He feels so conflicted. He shouldn't be here, seeking anyone's company. Solitude and sadness are nothing to him.

When you open the door of your apartment, the cold is immediately making you shiver. Not wasting any second grabbing Xiao's wrist and pulling him inside. The cold is too much for you. How the heck he can just stand there and not shiver?!

Be it anyone else touching him, he would have asked them if they do have a death wish. He got used to your touch at least a bit. You sometimes gently squeezed his hand in a friendly gesture. To assure him you are there, willing to listen to anything or just sit silently and observe the sky.

Letting go of his wrist and looking into his golden eyes. As usually his expression is the same but you can feel he is not alright. His shoulders are unusually down and overall his posture is different.

"Is something wrong?"

You ask with a slightly tilted head to the side. You are not even aware of this, you do it automatically all the time. It's kind of cute but don't expect the Adeptus will say it out loud. He is already confused. He wanted to be alone, why did he come here. He is clearly delaying your bedtime. He should have never come. But the words escaping his lips are even more confusing him.

"You didn't come..."

Is he really worried about a mortal? Didn't he promise to himself to never get any attachment to anyone? Not even to another Adepti.

Your next move is really bold and unexpected. Xiao gasps in surprise as you wrap your arms around him.

"Y/n? What are you...?"

Perhaps embracing him would not be the brightest idea if you consider how little he knows about human interactions. But you couldn't help yourself. Feeling a bit guilty for making the poor man worried. He already has a lot on his plate.

"I'm sorry if I did worry you."

You said as you gently rubbed his back, drawing circles in a soothing manner.

It took him a while to realize what was going on. He seen this act between other mortals but never cared what does it mean. It's just two people are in close proximity, touching each other. But there's something strange about the act.

Your warmth.

He didn't feel cold while being outside, he is used to it. But when he feels your warmth he can't help it but feel a bit at ease. When you pull back to check on him, he feels a little... sad? Perhaps he missed the opportunity to repay the act.

"You know. There's something I had noticed about you, Xiao."

He lifts an eyebrow at you. Unable to contain the curiosity.

"How much do you trust me?"

You ask while trying to keep your smile. Aware of how much the question doesn’t make sense with what you said before.

Xiao on the other hand is pondering over your question. How much does he trust a mortal like you? And why are you asking him in the first place?

"That's stupid thing to ask. You should have known the answer already."

There we go again. Xiao and his not so sugar coated words. Surely you know he has at least a bit more trust in you than other humans. But would he let you touch him even more? No matter how you put it, it will sound wrong.

"Well then... it just crossed my mind out of nowhere but. Uh... There's something that always bugged me. Do you ever rest or relax at all? I mean yes you do just hang around at Wangshu here and now. But I mean like a real rest..."

You had to stop yourself. Feeling how your monologue was getting worse by each said word.

"I don't need to-"

"Yes, you do."

Oh no. It slipped out faster than you could think of it. He is silent, eyes slightly narrowed. Did you anger him? It's quite easy to do it after all.

"What do you propose then?"

"Eh?"

"Don't 'eh' at me. If you think I need to relax then you should have an idea how."

You are finally on the same page. Sometimes you hate your brain to jump into way too fast conclusions. You motion for him to follow you to your living room where you both sit on the sofa. Telling him to sit turned back to you.

You are sitting behind him. What are you planning? Ah! A gasp escaped his lips making him feel embarrassed. You just barely touched his shoulders. Not even using too much force, just a gentle squeeze to test waters.

"So, can I give you something that my mom calls a medicine for tired muscles?"

A simple massage. Just by a single touch you could feel how tense his muscles are. He nods. Being glad you can't see his face now. Biting his bottom lip. He didn't know how much his back actually hurts. Not paying attention to it anymore. But now, he is melting under your touch.

You try to be gentle but also applying some pressure to help his muscles to relax. You had learned how to massage when you were teen as your mother always had back pain from her work. This was the fastest help, along with pain killers.

Xiao deeply exhales, closing his eyes. He hates to admit it but this feels good, maybe too good. Perhaps he could let his guard down for a bit, at least for now. Letting your skilled fingers caress him. Exhaustion and fatigue is slowly getting under his skin. And this warm feeling, he wants more. Just like when you embraced him a while ago.

You noticed how much he relaxed under your hands. You can't help it but smile from ear to ear. The mighty Guardian, always so rigid can't endure the pleasant feeling.

"If you are tired you can sleep over, I don't mind. Unless... you have plans to mess up your back just right when I fix them up?"

You had secretly hoped he wouldn't disappear when you are done. You know when he leaves your place he will go back to his stiff attitude again.

"Somebody has to keep you safe at night. Take it as a payment..."

You giggle as he says that. You could tease him about admitting he likes this but decided to rather not.

When you were done and brought him a spare blanket you noticed his blush. Not saying anything and just offering the warm cover. What you did not expect was him grabbing your wrist.

"Xiao?"

"How can... I keep you safe if you are in the other room?"

Oh damn. Your brain is preoccupied with why he just won't admit he wants to keep you close.

"Um, you want to move the sofa into my bedroom?"

He groans. Why you must play dumb now? All he wants is more of your warmth. When you embraced him, when you touched him. He felt at ease which is new to him. Is it too much to ask for more? Well, maybe he should actually ask and be straight for once.

"Just... stay close."

"Oh-"

That escalated quickly. For both of you. You decided to spare him from more suffering as you could see his face was slowly turning to tomato color. And you? You weren't much better. Turning off the lights before sliding under the blanket. For once being glad to have a bigger sofa.

As you are both laying on your sides you feel Xiao's hand hesitantly go over you to pull you closer to him. Don't even think of escaping when he falls asleep. He has you secure. And certainly he won't admit any of this the next morning.

He is tired and confused by his behavior but he decided to blame it on his fatigue. You better don't mention any of this. Not even the way he is having a firm grip of your clothes. Or how quickly he fell asleep.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #genshin xiao x reader #f!reader #xiao #fluff a lot of it #fiery request

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