#SMASHING THE WALL NEXT TO ME AND THEN JUMPING OUT THE WINDOW

[cosmicharm]

I commissioned @ponpekopon to draw Odile and Angoul together and they did an outstanding job!!! THEIR VIBES ARE IMMACULATE!! Thank you so much again 😭🖤 If you don't know already, Angoul is @vmbral's kiddo!

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv oc #ffxiv art #odile and angoul #odile ombrefont #ponpekopon art #art comm #thank you they LOOK AMAZINGGGGGGGGGGG #CRYING MY EYES OUT #SMASHING THE WALL NEXT TO ME AND THEN JUMPING OUT THE WINDOW #ilovethem sm #sendhelp

[phsychobanana]

In your eyes

Pairing: Zuko x Firebender!reader

Summary: When Zuko falls for a member of the gaang, he fears that his mistakes may ruin his chances with them.

Word count: 2.3k

A/n~ I think this is gender neutral? I don't remember putting any specific pronouns, but correct me if i'm wrong. Enjoy!

Funnily enough, the first time you met Zuko was at the northern water tribe. Two fire benders surrounded by waterbenders during a full moon. Not exactly an ideal situation for any firebender, but you were welcome, whereas Zuko was not.

You were running as fast as you could, your legs carrying you in a speed you didn't know was even possible. Katara was in trouble and the moon was slowly disappearing from the sky, fire nation soldiers were everywhere, the water benders were struggling with the loss of the moon and you were terrified.

"Katara!" You yell to her as you get closer to the girl. She was fighting a boy you had never seen before.

You jump on the boy's back and hold your hand to his throat, heating your palm up slowly.

"I would choose my next move carefully if I were you." You say as Katara puts her own hands to her neck and moves them around trying to mimic an explosion.

Suddenly, the boy moves his hands to your face and you feel a burning swipe across your eyebrow. You let go of him and move your hands to your face, a searing pain on your eyebrow almost making you drop to your knees. Katara rushes to your side in a panic,

You see the boy grab Aang and run off before you could do anything.

"Who was that?" You ask Katara angrily.

"Zuko."

***

Zuko followed you and the gaang around for weeks, those weeks turning into months. And the more he saw you, the more he wanted to see you again.

Unfortunately for him, the more you saw him, the more you wanted to smash his head through a window. But every couple has their problems.

You held a very strong grudge towards him, seeing as your eyebrow had scarred and you now had a line going through your eyebrow and over your eye. It made you angry every time you looked in the mirror.

Unbeknownst to you, Zuko felt absolutely terrible for what he had done. He didn't mean to scar you, he would never wish his fate on anyone. Not even his greatest enemy, which lamentably, happened to be you at the moment.

***

The next memorable time that you saw Zuko was in the crystal cave. You had both been thrown in there as a punishment and you were freaking out. Aang, Katara, and Sokka needed you.

You started hitting the walls, throwing as much fire power at it as possible, you even broke a crystal into one big sharp shard and slammed it against the door repeatedly, but it was no use.

"There's no point in doing that." Zuko says, looking at you with his blazing golden eyes. "We aren't getting out until they want us out."

You just scoff in response, unsure of why he was even talking to you in the first place.

He looks at you when he hears your scoff, "You don't have to be rude."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings by being mean?" You mock him in a baby voice, causing him to roll his eyes.

"What's your problem?" Zuko asks, looking you up and down with pinched eyebrows.

"What is my problem? You're my problem, Zuko. You've been hunting my friends and I for months, you've hurt us -or attempted to- more times than I can count, you gave me this," You point to your scar, making him flinch, "And you have the nerve to ask me what my problem is?" You let out another scoff and turn around, giving him your back.

Zuko looks down at his hands, not knowing what to say. He watches as you light each one of your fingers up like a candle to keep yourself distracted.

He walks over and sits next to you, doing the same with his fingers.

You look at him and roll your eyes.

He smiles softly to himself. You haven't moved away from him, yet.

***

If there had ever been even a sliver of you that had liked him in that cave, it was completely gone now. He had betrayed you that night in the cave and it hurt you.

It was the day of the eclipse and you were running through the underground tunnels, looking for Sokka. As you were running you bumped into something, falling hard to the ground.

"Ow!" A familiar voice huffed as the other person made contact with the ground.

"Zuko?"

He looks up, his hair falling into his eyes. You notice his eyes widen and light up, but just as he goes to say something you lunge at him.

With your hands around his neck, you yell at him through gritted teeth. "I trusted you!"

"I know, I'm sorry." He barely gets the words out, gasping and clawing at your hands.

You let go of him and slam him into the ground hard.

"I swear to the spirits, if you ever try to hurt my friends again I will kill you with my own two hands. No bending, no help, just me and you." You say and walk away to go find Sokka.

Zuko sits there for a moment replaying what you said in his head over again. A small smile spreads across his face and he jumps up, running after you.

***

"You have got to be kidding me!" You yell at your friends. They were letting Zuko, the guy that had tried to kill you and capture Aang on more occasions than you could count, into the group.

"Everyone deserves a second.....or 100th chance, Y/n." Aang says, placing a hand on your shoulder as Zuko takes a step towards you.

You clench your fist defensively, making him put his hands up in defense as he takes another step forward.

"I get why you wouldn't trust me, but I've changed." He says, taking one of your hands in his. You pull away with a hollow laugh and walk away.

"Fine, let this psycho join us. I don't care." You say as you disappear behind a wall.

Zuko looks down with a sigh. "Challenge accepted..." He says under his breath as he thinks of ways to win you over.

***

Two days after Zuko joined the gaang, you were attacked. A pack of firebenders found you, attacking the group. You all paired together, Sokka with Toph, Katara with Aang, and you with Zuko. You had begged Toph to pair with you but Sokka stole her, leaving you with the one person you did not want.

You were back to back, fighting off the soldiers when another fleet arrived. The gaang chose to run, not wanting to be captured. You stayed behind to fight off the rest of the soldiers so the others could get away.

"Y/n come on! Hurry!" Sokka yelled for you as you were running after Appa. A soldier dived at you and their hand grabbed at your ankle, making you tumble to the ground.

"Go!" You yell and Aang pulls Appa out of there. You kick your foot back at the soldier, successfully kicking them in the face. You run off into the forest, You can hear the soldiers running after you as you twist through the trees.

You feel something grab your arm and pull you toward them. Looking up, you see Zuko. He's not looking at you, instead looking at the soldiers running around looking for you. You notice that he pulled you into a clearing hidden by trees and bushes. He places his hand over you mouth as you go to say something.

His adams apple bobs as he swallows harshly, listening and watching for any signs that the soldiers might be headed towards the two of you. After no signs, he looks down at you, finally making eye contact.

His golden eyes shine as he looks at you and he smiles softly.

"Thank you." You say quietly, not wanting to be too loud.

He nods.

"Do you still hate me?" He asks with a barely there smirk.

You shake your head. "I don't think I ever really hated you." He smiles at you. "I just strongly disliked you. It was a very strong dislike. Very strong."

"Okay, I get it."

You laugh softly at his dismissiveness of the subject.

"Do you think I'm still a bad guy?" His voice is quiet. Barely a whisper, but you hear it.

You look at him, he's looking down at the grass, his fingers are playing with each other out of habit, his hair is fallen over his face and covering his eyes. You never quite realized how pretty he was.

"Of course not-" You begin to tell him your answer, but your words are interrupted by yelling.

The two of you turn your heads in the direction of the noises and see your friends running to you.

"There they are!" Katara calls to the others as she makes eye contact with you.

Zuko lets out a frustrated breath at the interruption, but he gets up and dusts off his clothes, offering you his hand.

***

The days after that moment in the woods would replay in your mind every night before you would sleep, every morning when you'd awake, every meal, every training session with Aang and Zuko, every group meeting, every day all day.

You had started watching Zuko more than you would care to admit. The way he tried to make up for all of his past mistakes always seemed to put a smile on your face. He helped Katara in the kitchen when he could, he always made time to talk about weapons with Sokka, he always played games with Toph and Aang, and he was especially trying to make it up to you. Though you didn't notice that part.

He always pulled your chairs out for you, he helped teach you how to control the lightning within you, he even got you flowers one time. Unfortunately the flowers backfired and Appa ended up eating them, sneezing petals for a week.

You were currently training Aang on the beach with Zuko. The sun was blazing down on your back and your cotton shirt was absorbing all of the heat, making you sweat more than you would normally.

You walk over to where Katara, Toph, Sokka, and Suki are sitting, sipping their little coconut drinks as they watch you and Zuko beat the arrows off of Aang.

You take both ends of your shirt and pull it over your head, leaving you in your shorts and bathing suit top. When you walk back over to the boys you notice how red Zuko's face is.

"You alright over there, Z?" You ask, worried that he might be overworking himself in the heat.

His head snaps to look you in the eyes, his face going an even deeper red.

"Y-yeah, heh. Why wouldn't I be?" He looks around, avoiding looking at you with everything in him.

You decide to ignore his weird reaction to your words and go back to teaching Aang.

"This one is a partner move. So, I'll demonstrate with Zuko and then when you understand how to do it, you can try with him." You explain as you walk over to the spluttering and red as a beet, boy.

You move his hand to your waist and his other in yours, your own face heating up a bit at this position. You then kick his own foot out from underneath him and flip him over your shoulder. You light your hand ablaze and put it near Zuko's neck like one would a sword.

"I thought you said this was a partner move," Zuko groans out.

"Yeah, good guy and bad guy. Partners." You say with a smirk.

"You can do that, right Aang?"

Aang nods his head excitedly.

After another hour or two of flipping Zuko over your shoulders, you all sit down around a camp fire on the beach for dinner. You and Zuko offer to collect the plates and take them back up to the house.

"You did good in training today." He says as he takes the plates from your hands and places them on the counter.

You let out a small laugh.

"Well I would assume I did considering the amount of times I was able to flip you."

He rolls his eyes and you take this moment to admire him.

His hair falls in perfect strands across his forehead, his golden eyes reflect the light of the setting sun peeping through the window, his skin is soft as you place your hand on his.

He looks at you confused when he feels your touch.

"You did good, too." You say softly.

He smiles at this, looking down at your hand that was still on his.

"How do you see me?" He asks, breaking the peaceful silence.

"What do you mean?"

"What am I in your eyes?"

You think for a moment, pondering how your answer.

"You're a person who has made many mistakes." You begin, making his shoulders droop a little bit. "But you are also a person trying to make up for all of those mistakes. You're a kid, a kid who has been through a lot. Yet, you're still sweet and funny and kind and loyal. You try to hide how you feel, but I can still see every emotion you have in your actions. You're trying. And for that, I think you are amazing. That is who you are in my eyes."

He doesn't say anything for a moment, making you feel nervous about how he would react.

With a million thoughts racing through his mind, he decides not to say anything. You said that his actions meant more, so he spoke with an action.

He gently placed his hand on your cheek and leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away at any second. But you don't.

His lips meet yours in a soft kiss, his hair tickling your cheek. You smile into his kiss making him smile as well. Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him closer as he pulls away from the kiss. You rest you foreheads against each other, catching your breath.

"I think I like you." He says, making you laugh.

"Oh shut up." You say and lean in for another kiss.

#prince zuko #zuko #avatar the last airbender #zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #x reader #atla #zuko atla #fire lord zuko #aang #avatar aang #katara #sokka #toph #suki

[imtryingbuck]

His Flower.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky and Y/n have known each other since they were babies, they love each other but don’t say anything until Bucky goes to war.

Word count: 11,963

Warnings: angst. fluff. mentions of cheating (not Bucky) mentions of domestic abuse. Swearing. Steve never visits Peggy when she’s old. Bucky knew about Steve getting the serum. Pregnancy. Sad Bucky (that’s a warning in itself) Bucky was accused of the bombing in Vienna in 2015 in this. Blip happens but none of the avengers get blipped nor do any of them die. There’s a lot…so if I’ve missed anything please let me know

Masterlist

May 21st 1922

“Y/n stop running!”

“No”

“Why?”

“You have the lurgy”

Winnie and Y/m/n was standing in the shared courtyard laughing at the two five year olds as James ran after Y/n, the latter running as fast as her little legs could move.

The two women became friends rather quickly after Y/n, her mom and dad moved in next door just when Y/n was a year old. Baby James and Y/n spent everyday since they were introduced to each other, together.

“Those two…” Winnie laughed with a shake of her head as James finally grabs ahold of Y/n, her screams of laughter makes both mothers laugh along.

That was until the screams of laughter turns in to screams of pain.

James tripped over a loose concrete slab, in turn knocking into Y/n causing her to fall face first on the ground. Smacking her face and cracking her tooth.

“I-I-I’m sor-sorry Y/n I’m sorry” James cried backing up as their mothers came rushing over. His tiny hands shook as tears streamed down his puffy cheeks, he could see the blood flowing from her lips when her mom picked her up.

“Mo-momma it wa-was acciden-t I promise”

“I know sweetie, it’s okay” Winnie said after she helped her friend. Seeing her son shaking and crying as he backs up to the wall furthest away from them broke her heart, she and Y/m/n knew it was an accident and they both knew that James would never hurt his friend.

“I-it was accident” he hiccuped.

“Wan’ Jamie, mama wan’ Jamie”

Hearing her teary voice he pushed himself off the wall and ran around his ma going straight to Y/n. “I got you” whispering in to her hair as he wraps his arms around her.

December 24th 1922

As the fire crackled next to James and Y/n as they played with his toy trains and cars Y/n’s parents argued in the kitchen, from what Y/n could tell from this latest argument was that her dad had been fucking another woman. Again.

“Jamie what fucking mean?”

“I don’t know. I think it makes you cry”

“Mama always cries when dada fucking other women”

James shrugs, honestly feeling a little bit scared because of the raised voices and things being slammed down on the counters though he was just five years old he was trying to be brave in front of his friend.

The voices got louder as Y/n’s mom was pushing her dad into the hallway, screaming at him that this was the last time and for him to never come back. A photo frame that hung up on the wall falls and smashes loudly on the floor causing James to flinch, Y/n notices and takes his hand in hers smiling - she’s grown accustomed to the bangs, screaming matches and things being broken that it doesn’t bother her anymore.

James flinched once again when the front door opens and slams shut with a deafening bang. His scared wide eyes looked at Y/n’s, she gets up and moves to sit next to him as her mom screams once more and stomps up the stairs no doubt to chuck all of her fathers clothes out of the window.

“I got you”

She promised as she wraps her small arms around his body.

March 10th 1923

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE”

Y/n screamed as she ran over to him, she was so excited for his birthday she had made him a card and got him a new wooden train.

“Ahhh who are you little monster?” He screamed when she jumped on his back.

“‘M not a monster”

“You are”

“Not”

“Are”

“Kids stop arguing, you’re both monsters” Winnie laughed hugging Y/m/n.

“It’s my birthday Flower”

“No it’s my birthday”

“No it isn’t”

Both moms roll their eyes as the kids continue to argue, heading into the kitchen leaving both of them to stand in the hallway arguing.

Y/m/n was sipping the coffee that Winnie had made her, Winnie expressed how happy she was for her friend for not taking back her husband, though finding it sad that he hadn’t been around to see Y/n. Luckily George stepped up and had even brought the five year old a present for Christmas.

“Mama where is present?” Y/n asked running up to her mom.

“Here sweetie and here’s the card you made” handing over the present and card, Y/n smiled and thanked her.

“Here you go Jamie. I made the card all by myself!”

“Thank you Flower” opening the card he smiles at her messy handwriting and the drawing of him and her that she drew. James gave her a kiss on her cheek before handing the card over to Winnie, then he opened the brown paper wrapping. “Flower…”

“It’s a train Jamie”

“I-thank you so much!” James had his other one stolen from Jimmy who lived across the street, mean kid who loved to bully younger kids.

“It’s okay. Do you like it?”

“I love it Flower”

June 2nd 1930

James and Y/n were walking down the street talking about how school went when James grabbed her hand causing her to pull it away and blush, giggling when he tried to grab her again.

“Flower stop, listen do you hear that?”

“No-wait now I do, what is it? Do you think it’s an animal? Can we keep it?”

“Yeah because animals can speak” he rolls his eyes, moving towards the entrance of the alleyway where the noise was coming from he turned to Y/n “stay here-“

“No I’m coming with you!”

“No you’re not. Just stay here”

Nodding in defeat Y/n watched him walk down the alleyway, a few minutes later she sees Jimmy and his goons running out and down the street. Running in the direction that James went she came to a halt when she saw him picking up a guy who was a lot smaller than him.

“Jamie who’s that?”

“Flower I told you stay where I told you to”

“Who is that?”

“M-my names Steve” the blonde said fixing his shirt.

“Hello Steve my names Y/n and this is James” moving closer to them she held her hand out to the blonde, turning to James “can we keep him?”

“Y/n he’s not an animal”

“But can we? We can be best friends forever and ever and ever and-“

“I’m sorry about her, she gets a bit excited sometimes” James said to Steve both watching Y/n go bright red as she continued to say ‘and ever’. “Flower breath”

“And ever and ever, please Jamie can we keep him I’ll be good forever and ever and ever-“

“Do you want to be our friend? Please say yes just to shut this one up”

Steve looked at both of them debating whether or not this was a prank, he’d gotten so use to being alone that the prospect of having two new friends scared him. But he could see the hopeful look in Y/n’s and James’s eyes, maybe just maybe this wasn’t a prank and maybe they genuinely want to be his friend.

“So…” Y/n asked getting impatient.

“O-ok, yes I’ll be your friend”

“Amazing! Come on we’re going to Mollys to get a burger-“

“And a milkshake! Have you ever been to Mollys? They make the best milkshake ever don’t they Jamie, they do so Stevie I swear”

“I apologise for her” James started.

Steve just smiled and shook his head “it’s okay bu-but I don’t have any money so I can’t come with you”

“Don’t worry about it Stevie I’ll pay for you. My father’s dead so we got money” Steve’s eyes went wide at how nonchalantly Y/n said that her father was dead.

“I-I’m sorry-“

“Don’t be I didn’t like him, so what milkshake do you want? They have vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. My favourite is strawberry and chocolate and Jamies is chocolate”

“Oh I-I’ve never had-“

James rolled his eyes as he knew what was coming. Steve looked at him wondering what he had said wrong when Y/n loudly gasped and threw herself on the ground.

“Flower-“

“He. Has. Never. Had. Milkshake. Before. Jamie”

“I know-“

“I-how, how does this even happen?”

“You going to get off the floor?”

“I can’t”

James leans over to take her hand in his and helped her stand. “Next time don’t throw yourself on the ground, your ma will get mad at you for ruining your skirt again”

“Come on Steve I’m going to blow your mind with the best milkshake in the world” ignoring James’s words she grabbed Steve’s hand and started to drag him to Mollys.

“Flower stop dragging him and be careful!”

To be truthful Steve didn’t honestly mind that she was dragging him along the pavement, he was quite excited about trying something new.

“Sooo whatcha think?” Y/n asked as soon as the glass was put in front of him.

“Flower he hasn’t even tried it yet” James laughed though he did have to admit that he was also wondering what his new friend was going to think of the drink.

Taking the straw in his mouth he took slow sips, liking the way it tasted straight away. “It’s good, I like it”

“Yes!” Y/n screamed causing some of the customers to look at her, not like she cared.

Luanne came over to serve them, she was an older lady who had grown use to the antics that James and Y/n liked to cause. As soon as she saw the two coming down the street she always had their milkshakes at the ready, knowing that on Monday, Tuesday and Friday Y/n had strawberry and the other days chocolate.

“Your usual darlings?”

“Yes please, Stevie what do you want?”

“I-I don’t have mo-“

“It’s on me I told you. We get burger and fries and they are the best”

“I-are you sure?”

“The best ever I promise”

“N-no about buying me food…you’ve already brought me a drink”

“Don’t be silly, do you want the same at us?”

“Okay, thank you”

Luanne smiled and walked away back to behind the counter. Steve watched as James or Bucky as he told him to call him, put his arm around Y/n’s shoulder and point at someone walking down the street. He couldn’t help but smile when Y/n laughed at whatever Bucky had said.

The food had come and true to her word it was amazing, Luanne came back over to hand them new drinks winking at Y/n who winked back, he found out that the second milkshakes were free. For the first time in Steve’s life he laughed and smiled genuinely, he had no idea that being beat up in some dingy alleyway would lead him to be making two new friends who actually seemed like they cared about him already.

Steve knew he had made two friends for life.

14th February 1931

“Hey Stevie” Y/n sang as she skipped up to him.

“Hey Y/n/n you still doing that?” Referring to her skipping, it was a new phase she was going through. Every where she went she skipped.

“Of course” she giggled.

“Where’s Bucky?”

“With his girlfriend” she grumbled. Poor James thought his best friend liked his girlfriend but Steve observant as always knew that this was indeed not the case.

“Yo-you still don’t like her I guess?”

“No. Are you okay? Is your eczema play-“

“Asthma, Y/n I have asthma”

“Oh yeah ah, is it playing up today?” Receiving a nod she nods too. “How about we walk super slow so you can catch your breath”

“I-I need to g-get back to home, n-need to help ma cle-clean up”

“That’s okay I’ll help you and your mom I don’t mind”

“A-ar-are you sure?”

“Of course, plus I’ve missed your mom”

Arriving at the Rogers’s residence Sarah greeted Y/n with a tight hug and a kiss to her cheek happy to see the young girl again. Ten minutes into cleaning Y/n told Steve to sit down as his asthma was getting worse, Sarah tried to help out but Y/n just shook her head and told her that it was fine.

She truly didn’t mind helping in cleaning up, she had grown use to having to do it at home since her mom was always working and her step father was too lazy and drunk most of the time to do it.

A year after kicking her father out of the house for the last time her mom got divorced from him as he was wanting to marry the woman he had been cheating on her with. Unfortunately her mom married another lazy man who only thought of himself.

But her mom was happy so Y/n was happy for her.

When her father died for some reason her mom received all his money. Which it had annoyed his new wife tremendously.

“It’s getting late darling, you should head home-oh just before you go here’s some mon-“

“No need to Mrs Sarah, I’ll see you tomorrow Stevie”

Waving goodbye and leaving the house before Sarah could argue about giving her money, skipping down the street she didn’t realise how dark it was when she was in the warm home that belonged to the Rogers.

As she got closer to home she came to a stop when she heard strange noises come from an alleyway, choosing to inspect the sounds she crept down the dark path, furrowing her eyebrows at hearing two different voices she was about to pop her head around before freezing.

“Oh Bucky” a girl moaned.

Slapping her hand across her mouth she started to stumble back. Of course she knew that James was going to be having sex, he was handsome and every girl wanted him, and of course she knew what they was doing she wasn’t stupid but hearing what followed after the girl moaned broke her heart.

He called his girlfriend Flower.

The name that he had always called her he was now calling someone else it. It was her nickname that he gave her since they was four and now he was calling some girl he had been dating for two  months her name.

It broke her heart.

For three weeks she had managed to successfully avoid James she knew it was silly for not talking to her best friend over a nickname that he had every right to call someone else but she just couldn’t help but feel down knowing that she wasn’t his flower anymore.

“Y/n, Bucky and Steve’s here for you” her mom shouted from the door, she could hear her talking to them from where she was stood at from the top of the stairs.

Her heart dropped when her mom told both boys just to head up to her room. Scrambling and knocking over her little brother she ran into her room, shutting the door quietly before jumping on the springy mattress causing the metal bed frame to squeak loudly.

“Knock knock little monster” she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Come in” and she also knew that he would be frowning at her response, it wasn’t the usual one she gave him.

“Hi Flower” if he noticed her tensing he didn’t say anything about it.

“Hi Y/n/n”

“Hi boys. What are you doing here?”

“Missed you, you haven’t been around much” James said watching her reaction.

“I’ve been busy” she shrugged. It wasn’t a total lie but wasn’t the whole truth either.

“Doing?” James knew that she was lying, whenever she did she could never look him in the eyes.

“Things”

“What kind of things?”

“Things James! I do not understand why you are so noisy”

“Because I miss my Flower” stating it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He frowned when she flinched at his nickname for her. “W-what was that for? Why did you flinch”

“I-I don’t know what your talking about”

“You flinched when I called you Flower”

“You did Y/n” Steve interrupted, he did hate having to come in between his best friends but he knew that if he didn’t it would probably go on and on.

“I-“ sighing with a huff she shrugged her shoulders. She knew James better than anyone she knew he wasn’t going to give up any time soon. “I heard you”

“Heard me? What are you talking about?”

“Calling your girlfriend Flower”

“I-I’ve never-”

“In the alleyway when you were having sex”

Steve shifted awkwardly on his feet whilst James stood still like a statue. He couldn’t understand what the problem was, so what he was having sex at least it was with his girlfriend, why would his best friend be upset about that?

“You called her Flower James.”

Oh. Oh shit.

“I-you-it-“

“Whatever it’s just a nickname right? I’m sorry that I haven’t spoken to you in weeks but it hurt Jamie, but she’s your girlfriend-“

“I broke up with her”

“Right…so can we be friends again?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I broke up with her?”

“No. I just want to be your flower again”

“You’ve always have been Y/n, nobody will take that away from you”

Sliding off the bed she jumped on James, wrapping her arms and legs around him hugging him like she had never done before.

Yes it hurt because he had called someone else the name he had given her but she realised she was being silly for not talking to him over it, he was her best friend as well as Steve and that’s all that mattered.

December 10th 1941

The Second World War had been going on for three years and now America was getting involved after the attack on Pearl Harbour, it’s all everyone spoke about, before there was young men leaving their homes and families to go over to Britain to help fight, a fight they had no reason to be apart off other than to help beat the bad guys, now no one had a choice but to fight.

When James told Y/n that he too enlisted in the army it crushed her heart, she knew he was doing it to help defend his country but that didn’t stop her from being scared. Scared of losing him.

“I can do this all day” Steve panted as the guy tried to get closer to him and Y/n. Y/n couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Steve’s confidence, she knew that he could not in fact do this all day. His asthma was getting the better of him.

Just as Steve was about to leap forward to defend himself and Y/n the guy was pulled away by the scruff of his jacket.

“Pick on someone your own size” James kicked the guy away, watching as the bully scramble away.

Y/n and Steve stood there frozen on the spot at seeing James dressed in his uniform.

It was really happening. She was going to lose her best friend.

“Why are you wearing that?”

“Because I’m a pirate. I’ve been recruited Flower, I ship out tomorrow” though James had a smile on his face his stomach churned at reminding himself of when he was going to fight, churned at not knowing when he was going to see his Flower or Steve again or if he ever would.

“Tomorrow? T-that’s not enough time-no Jamie you can’t-“

“I have to Y/n-“

“Tell them no.”

“You want me to tell the US Army no?”

“Yes”

“Flower”

“Or I’ll do it if your to chicken”

“Chicken? Really?”

“Guys stop arguing.” Steve tried to intervene but it was too late. He watched as his two best friends argued back and forth, feeling annoyed at the fact that he had been rejected once again no matter what name he used or what area he said he was from. And yet his best friend had been accepted by the Army and was allowed to go and fight against the bad guys.

“Anyway come on, we’re going to the Stark Expo”

What James failed to mention to the pair that he had a date with Connie or was it Bonnie? He couldn’t actually remember but whoever he was going on a date with the other girl was for Steve, he felt slightly bad that Y/n would have to be fifth wheeling even if he knew that she would end up leaving under the arm of some guy.

“-so I told him that he had to look after his own children you know? And guess what he said to me-Stevie? Ste-not again” Y/n muttered when she realised that not only had she been talking to herself for god knows how long, but when she turned around she saw the small frame of her best friend going into a recruiting tent that was set up at the Expo.

Following after him she watched as he went into a small makeshift room, entering she laughed when Steve tried to cover his naked chest.

“Steve seriously? You can’t keep doing this-“

“Why not? I can fight, just because I’m smaller then everyone including you doesn’t mean that I can’t help“

“You’d be killed straight away Steven!”

“So what?”

“So what? Steve-“

“I’ve agreed to be part of a science project for a doctor-“

“A science project? Steve what the hell are you talking about?”

“I-it doesn’t matter what does matter is that I’ve been accepted and I’m going to war”

“No. I forbid you from going”

“Forbid me?” Steve scoffed finding her behaviour stupid. He wanted to do that right thing and she was forbidding it. Ridiculous. “You can’t stop me Y/n”

“I-I don’t want to lose you too”

“What are you talking about? Buck will be fine”

“He might not Steve you don’t know this. I can’t-don’t want to lose my best friends please just stay with me here an-and wait for Ja-“

“No Y/n I’m doing this! Stop being selfish”

Being called selfish had whatever response she was going to reply back with to die on her tongue. Y/n was called selfish time and time again by her step father when she wouldn’t look after her siblings, his children. She had grown to detest that word, hated to be called it which James and Steve knew.

Steve instantly knew that he had messed up but before he could apologise he watched his best friend nod, spin on her heels and walked out.

James looked around with a smile on his lips when the flying car got higher off the ground frowning when he didn’t see Flower or Steve, his eyes darted around to find them, his left eye twitched slightly when he saw Y/n coming out of the recruiting tent he knew she had probably tried to talk to Steve out of signing up. 

Ever since the war was declared Steve had become slightly obsessed with going on the front lines along with the rest of the hero’s and fight. James and Y/n took it in turns to get Steve away from the recruiting centres, took it in turns comforting him when he got turned down because of his health problems.

Leaving the girls where they were he went to find Steve to see what had happened. “Steve seriously man just give up”

“Don’t start Buck I’ve had enough of Y/n trying to stop me.” Steve told Bucky how Dr Erskine had given him the opportunity of joining the war to the whole conversation between him and Y/n, he quietly told his best friend that he had called their friend selfish.

“You called her selfish? Steve!”

“I know okay I know I messed up but-“

“Did she say where she was going?”

“No, I thought she was going to find you”

Bucky goes to reply when he gets interrupted by the two girls that he and Steve were meant to be on a date with, asking if they were still going dancing, James sighed before telling them no he had other plans. The girls wasn’t happy but James didn’t care, he needed to find his Flower.

Saying his goodbyes to Steve he turned on his heels to go to Y/n’s house.

Knocking on the door he waited patiently for someone to open, Y/n’s little sister opened and smiled instantly showing Bucky her missing front teeth. “Y/ns in her room”

“Thanks little one”

“‘M not little anymore!” She pouted, the same pout that reminded him of Y/n’s when she was younger.

“No, no you’re not” ruffling her hair he laughed when she tried to hit him, he’s always had a habit of winding up their younger siblings.

Bounding up the stairs nearly tripping over the toy train that belonged to her younger brother he turned the corner and knocked on Y/n’s bedroom door.

“Go away”

“Wow that’s rude Flower”

“Jamie?”

“Who else is calling you flower?”

“No one”

“Are you going let me in or we going to keep talking with a door in between us?”

“You may enter”

Entering her bedroom his heart clenched in his chest at seeing her eyes and cheeks red, tear strained track marks on her puffy cheeks. Ever since they were young he’s always hated seeing her cry.

His stomach dropping when he sees the photograph in her hands, knowing exactly which one it was. James had dragged Y/n and Steve to Coney Island for the day, James made Steve go on the Cyclone which was absolutely terrifying yet amazing at the same time. Steve didn’t quite enjoy it like Bucky or Y/n as he vomited pretty much everywhere.

Winnie, had taken the photo that morning they were standing outside the home James grew up in, smiling at the camera. Y/n in the middle of the two guys, Bucky had his arm around her shoulder and she had hers around Steve.

It was the only photo she had of the three of them.

“Flower…”

“He’s leaving me too, a doctor-a scientist has told him that he can join if he takes part in an experiment James. I-I don’t want to lose you both Jamie”

“Hey-hey your not losing either one of us doll-“

“But I am. This war is dangerous and if I lose either one of you I-I-“

“I promise you that I’ll come back-“

“You can’t promise me that Buck”

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, you know this. And I’ll always come back to you Y/n, always. Especially if you let me make an honest woman out of you” his voice went quieter, serious, hopeful that she would hear the genuine words that he spoke.

“You…want to-after going on a date with someone else on your last night of freedom-want to make an honest woman out of me?”

“I, yes. Y/n flower it’s always been you”

“I should be the one making an honest woman out of you-wait-what?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her facial expression when she finally registers his words “I’ve been in love with you for so long Y/n”

“And you’re telling me this the night before you ship off to god knows where?”

“You know me Flower, I’ve always been good with timing”

“You really aren’t” she laughed.

“Am too. But what do you say? When I get back I’ll marry you, get us a nice house maybe on a farm? We can have all the animals you want-yes even a dinosaur even though they don’t exist-and we’ll have children, and we can be happy forever”

“Y-you really want that with me?”

“There’s no one else in this world that I want that life with Flower”

Instead of verbally answering she threw herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and nodding so fast Bucky thought her head might fall off. Bucky held her face in between his hands just staring at her, he knew that she would never see herself in the same way he has always seen her, he lent in pressing his lips to hers hopefully being able to show her how much he loved her without saying those words out loud.

That night they slept arm in arm with one another both equally dreading for the sun to come up.

When the sun finally made an appearance, he left with the promise that he would be back in an hour so that their families could walk him to the docks, and not without stealing another kiss from her.

Hand in hand an hour later with Winnie, Rebecca, Y/m/n, Y/n’s stepdad and siblings met up with Steve who was waiting outside Mollys with three milkshakes. Everyone walked ahead whilst the three best friends walked slowly behind them, wanting to try and delay the inevitable.

“My promise still stands Flower, I’ll come home and we’ll have the perfect life together. I promise”

“You best come home to me then Jamie or I’ll beat you up”

“Wouldn’t doubt that for a second” he chuckled, everyone else joins in. “I promise to be safe and come home to you Flower. And I’ll write to you when I can okay?”

“I’ll write back to you I promise.”

When the last signal called for all soldiers to get on the ship, Bucky swallowed the sob that tried to make its way out of his plumb lips. Hugging his ma and sister one last time, and his best friends mom and siblings before making his way to Steve, hugging Steve he asked the blonde to look after Y/n which Steve promised he would. Standing in front of Y/n he smiled sadly and wiped her tears away before kissing her one last time, he’d already grown addicted to the way she tasted and the way her lips fit perfectly against his.

He couldn’t wait until he got back so he could spend the rest of his life kissing her.

March 15th 1942

“Y/n there’s a letter here for you!” Her little sister shouted from the bottom of the stairs, there was only one person that would be writing to her, hearing her sister she fell out of the bed with how fast she was trying to get out of it, running down the stairs she grabbed the letter out of her sisters hand.

“Y/n slow down” her mom tried to warn her but it was no use she was already running back upstairs. The excitement getting the better of her. Ripping open the envelope she settled back on her bed.

***

Dear Flower,

It’s been three months since I last saw you and I’m missing you more and more everyday, how are you? Have you been missing me? How’s Steve been? I’ve wrote to him too but I know you’ll tell me the truth.

I’m still holding on to my promise I made so don’t be finding any other man, please.

I’m sorry it’s not the longest letter but I don’t have much time, I’m sorry.

I love you Flower, I should have told you that the last time I saw you but just know I do with all my heart, I’ll see you soon.

All my love

Your Jamie.

***

“So…what did he say?” Y/n was so engrossed in the letter she didn’t hear her bedroom door squeak open or see her mom and sister standing in the doorway.

“H-he said he loves me, momma he loves me”

“Have you only just noticed?”

“What?”

“That boy has been in love with you for as long as I can recall” her mom said as matter of factly.

“I-I need paper a-an-and a pen I need to tell him that I love him too”

Her mom smiled before handing her a piece of paper and a pen that she hid behind her back, she even gave her money so she could get a stamp to put on the letter.

***

Dear Jamie,

I love you.

I’ve been doing good, helping down at the factory with the rest of the women it’s good, I’ve made a friend her names Dot her husband is also fighting, she’s got two kids and Jamie they are the cutest little kids I’ve seen! Of course I have been missing you Jamie! Steve’s doing okay, he’s got a crush on a British woman names Peggy (but don’t tell him I told you that) she’s pretty, smart and really nice. I think she likes him too!

No other man will take me away from you Jamie I promise, I can’t wait to marry you and be able to wind you up for the rest of our lives together, I’m joking. Or am I?

Don’t apologise for your letter being short, anything is better than not having any from you, as long as you are okay and safe that’s all that matters to me.

I love you with all my heart to Jamie, honestly and truly.

Be safe and come home to me.

All my love

Your Flower.

***

Folding the letter and sliding it in an envelope her mom had given her when she was writing, she slipped her letter into the envelope sealing it off she ran downstairs slipping her shoes on she ran out of the house and down the street to the post office.

“A-a s-stamp pl-please” she panted at the worker.

The second the stamp was sealed securely on her envelope she posted it. Her heart raising rapidly, the temptation to just stand there and wait for the mailman to collect all the letters was there until someone cleared their throat from behind her.

“Sorry, I’m sorry” she muttered before leaving, now she just had to wait now until Bucky wrote her back. Shouldn’t be too long. Hopefully.

June 21st 1943

She last received a letter from James three months ago, he told her where he was and how he was doing, told her all about his comrades, told her that he’d come back to her. Ended that letter like the rest, with him telling her how much he loved her. Writing back as quickly as possible she told him how things were going, telling him about her news friends from the factory, and like all the others she ended it with telling him how much she loved him.

Everyday for three months she waited patiently for a letter to come, sighing deeply when she never received one. She was starting to get nervous at the prospect of something bad happening to him, but she kept pushing that thought away as she saw Rebecca everyday at the factory and she hadn’t said anything to her.

Six months after James left for war Y/n moved to a small apartment above the post office, it was small but enough for just her. One night after finishing her shift at the factory, Mary who worked at the post office came running out to her handing her a letter, Y/n ran up the stairs struggled to open her front door like always before she managed to get it to open, quickly closing and locking the door - keeping her promise to James who had made her promise to keep her front door locked at all times.

***

Dear Flower,

I’ve missed you terribly. How are you? I hope you’re okay and safe.

How’s Steve doing? He’s not been really responding to my letters. I’m a bit worried about him.

I’m sorry my letters are getting shorter, it’s just things have been hectic lately.

You’re in my thoughts and prayers every day and night, I’ll come home soon and I’m all yours forever I promise.

I love you more than anything Y/n.

All my love

Your Jamie.

***

Wiping her tears she moved to get her paper and pen, settling on her couch she started to write.

***

Dear Jamie,

I’m missing you more and more every day, I’m doing okay and I’m safe, you do not need to worry about me just as long as you are safe and sound that’s all that matters to me.

Steve will be getting the serum tomorrow (22nd June) I’m scared for him but Peggy has told me that everything will be okay. She’s even said I can come along too, Rebecca has said she will cover my shift because she’s an angel. Steve’s been busy but he’s okay I promise, oh…he jumped on a grenade BUT don’t worry it wasn’t a real one! I screamed and cried when Peggy told me, then I smacked Steve…he deserved it.

I’ve already told you not to worry about the shortness of your letters, I reread every single one of them over and over again.

You’re in my thoughts and prayers day in and day out.

I love you more and more than you’ll ever know. 

All my love

Your Flower.

***

Sealing the letter in the envelope she unlocked the door and skipped downstairs where Mary unlocked the door and handed her a stamp, Mary knew the routine that Y/n had every time she got a letter that she waited long after closing so her new friend could post it that same day.

“Thanks Mary”

“Don’t need to thank me, how is he?”

“He didn’t say…but he said he misses me, it’s hectic over there so”

“It’s understandable, are you meeting Steve and that Brit tomorrow?”

“Peggy-“ Y/n laughed “-and yes, it’s a very big day tomorrow”

“What’s happened again?”

“H-he has a special operation and I’m just going for emotional support” she smiled, Peggy told her not to say anything to anyone but Mary had overheard Y/n talking to Steve about it. So she told her Mary that it was an operation he was having.

“Well I hope it goes well. I’ll see you tomorrow, goodnight darling”

The next morning Y/n waited outside for Steve and Peggy to show up, nearly ten minutes later a sleek black car pulled up and Peggy got out greeting her. Instantly regretting sitting in the middle of two people who were flirting, made worse by Steve as he didn’t realise that Peggy was in fact flirting.

Just like the car ride Y/n blanked out most of what Dr Erskine was waffling on about, her eyes kept going to the bed where Steve lay strapped in to Howard Stark, still slightly star struck.

Everything happened next was lost on her. Her heart raced when she heard Steve screaming in the chamber, a beast of a man was released from said chamber it looked like Steve, her best friend Stevie but this guy was huge. Strong. Muscly. Taller.

Before Steve had to look up to her and now it was the other way around. He said her name and smiled, he pulled her into his arms as she gaped at her best friend’s transformation. Steve released her to look at Peggy as she moved closer.

The unmistakable bang of a gun firing sounded in the room, Steve wasted no time in knocking Y/n on the ground covering her body with his. Dr Erskine had been shot, Steve took off barefoot after the gunman, Y/n’s hands were drenched in blood as she tried to put pressure on the wound, Howard Stark helping her by covering his hands over hers.

It all happened in a blur.

It all happened to fast.

She didn’t like it, she was scared.

She wanted Jamie.

She was always safe with her Jamie.

“Y/n? Y/n look at me love, it’s Peggy. I need you to concentrate”

But she couldn’t. There was too much blood. There was chaos in the background and the only thing she could focus on was the shaking of her hands covered in someone else’s blood.

“Y/n please darling snap out of it” that sounded a lot like Howard she thought to herself.

She could hear them talking then she saw Howard standing and moving away slowly. Then everything came into focus. The look of distress in Peggy’s eyes, the destruction of the room, the white sheet covering a body.

“S-Steve?”

“He’s, he’s okay. We need to go love”

“I-I-I want Jamie”

“I know but he isn’t here right now an-and he will be rather mad at me if I don’t get you out of here, so please follow me”

Despite the blood on Y/n’s hands Peggy still took them in hers and helped her stand, although Peggy didn’t really know Y/n all that well she knew that Steve cared deeply for her, making her care about the woman. Her main focus was getting Y/n to safety and then she could worry about everything else.

December 10th 1944

It’s been well over a year since Y/n watched Dr Erskine get shot and killed, in that year she went back to work in the factory. Nothing really changed for her in that year that had gone by, months would go by without a letter from Bucky she knew that he was still alive as his family wasn’t informed to state that he was dead.

It brought her some relief. But that didn’t stop the sadness from sinking in when she didn’t get a letter.

Steve had become a circus monkey for America, gaining himself the name Captain America. When she saw one of his shows for the very first time she couldn’t stop laughing. The outfit. The way he looked so unsure and uncomfortable. The music. The acting. It was laughable.

“Stop laughing Y/n” Steve said walking into the tent as she followed behind him.

“I-god you look ridiculous Stevie”

“Stop laughing!” He tried to act mad but her laugh had his lips turning upwards. For Steve it had been a long time since he heard her laugh like that. He missed it.

In October of 1943 Steve showed up at her apartment acting different, he was quieter, avoided talking about Bucky. Y/n had asked him if there was something wrong but all he did was give her a tight lipped smile and shook his head.

He wanted to tell her that he was told that Bucky and his unit had been captured as POWs, he wanted to reassure her that he was going to do everything in his power to get him back, to bring him home to her so they could get the life he’s knows they’ve always wanted with each other. 

But he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to say them words and see her smile fade, tears gather in her eyes so he remained silent and listened to her rambling about something one of the girls said at work.

He couldn’t fail her, he was going to bring Bucky back no matter what it took.

Unbeknownst to Y/n not only was Bucky captured and then saved by their once scrawny little friend but that in ten minutes there was going to be a knock at the door and she’d be taken by two soldiers to go somewhere.

“It’s like I’m invisible” Bucky mutters when Peggy doesn’t even give him a second glance, he found it funny that Peggy had to practically spell it out for the blonde to understand what she was trying to hint. He knew that if Y/n was here and saw the exchange she would have been smiling so wide with her hands clasped together against her heart.

A small smile made its way to his lips as he thought about Y/n, his Flower. As soon as he got back to camp from being saved by Steve he went straight to his tent and wrote a letter to her, sealing it up in an envelope he got from one of the soldiers, giving it to the person he needed to for it to be sent off. Already excited for her letter. He missed her more than anything.

“You thinking about her Buck?” Steve’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Of course, she’s always on my mind-what?”

“Who’s always on your mind?”

“Ms Potts from down the street-“ he rolled his eyes “-Y/n, you’re an idiot sometimes Steve I swear”

“I’m always on your mind Jamie?”

Bucky’s eyes went wide looking Steve in the eyes, the blonde just smiled at him. Slowly turning around, his heart thumped loudly in his chest, blood rushing in his ears he turned to find the source of the voice he has missed hearing.

Well aware that his unit, his team, strangers that became friends were standing around, he didn’t care if they saw their Sergeant with tears gathering in his eyes.

He didn’t care about anything other than Y/n who was currently standing in front of him. Her flower print dress fit perfectly, lightly moving as she stands there. Her eyes focused on him as he took her in, god she was so beautiful.

“F-Flower?”

“Hi Jamie”

“Wha-how-your really here? I’m not dreaming again am I?”

“No” she giggled, the sound making his heart tingle.

“If you don’t kiss her I will” Dum Dum shouted making everyone laugh. But not Bucky. No it made him move quicker than he’d ever moved before, cupping her face in his hands he smiled before placing his lips to hers. Steve joined in with everyone else as they cheered and clapped. 

“You’re really here” Bucky whispered against her lips, resting his forehead against hers breathing in her scent.

“I’m really here”

That night he took her to his hotel room that they had been allowed to stay at, and made love to her for the first time. Three times that night. One more time before they had to say goodbye to each other again.

Just as she was about to get into the car Bucky kissed her one last time, and got down on one knee, proposing to her with a metal nut - that he had found in the room they shared - asking her to marry him before she could answer he promised that once he was back he’d buy her a ring.

Kissing him she held out her hand for him to slid the nut onto her finger.

“I’m getting married to my Flower” he said as the car that carried his love away. Steve smiled at his best friend’s happiness.

January 28th 1945

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Dot asked Y/n as she threw up for the second time that day.

“I’m okay. Must have been something I ate”

“You sure? Didn’t you say you saw James last month?”

“Yes…why?”

“Did you two…you know”

“Wha-oh, yes, a few times” she admitted, her cheeks going bright red.

“Do you think? Maybe? Right?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You might be pregnant” Dot whispered.

Her head spun as the words from her friend settled in. She hadn’t had her period she realised. No. Surely not, right?

“Go and see the doctor after your shift and check” Dot continued.

“I have half an hour off before I start back up again”

“I’ll cover you”

“You’ve got kids you need to-“

“My mom’s here to help me, I’ll be fine”

“But-“

“No buts missy, you need to find out if you are.”

After twenty minutes of arguing back and forth with Dot, Y/n finally caved. Going to the hospital she waited patiently for her bloods to be taken. Completely unaware that across town two families were receiving the worst news.

Getting her keys out of her bag she froze when she saw Steve standing outside her apartment dressed in civilian clothing as Bucky called it now.

“Steve? Hey! What are you doing here?”

“Y/n, I need to talk to you”

“Is it Jamie? Steve? Where’s Bucky?”

But Steve didn’t answer instead he took her keys from her shaking hands and unlocked the door, pushing it open he turned to grasp her arm and guided her in to her apartment. His heart sinking further into his stomach than it already was before coming to her apartment, when he saw the metal nut still sitting on her finger.

“Steve…”

“I failed you Y/n/n I-I’m so sorry”

“He’s okay. He is. I know it”

Shaking his head the scene replying over and over in his head like it had for the past week since he watched his best friend fall to his death “H-he-he’s gone Y/n, I’m so-sorry” He jumps up just in time to catch her as she falls to her knees, a painful sob leaving her lips.

Sadly Steve wasn’t done.

“Y/n…there’s something else, Michael…he’s been killed”

Michael was her half brother. She was close with him, closer to him than she was with her younger siblings. Michael never failed to make her laugh, he always acted like he was the oldest one of the two though there was eight years between them. Y/n was the first person he told when he got his orders from the Army, she hugged him as he cried. It’s not that he didn’t want to fight and help it was that he was terrified.

“No! No you’re lying.”

Helping her stand he took her home where her mom’s screams and cries could be heard from outside the home. Watching as mom and daughter cling together from the doorway Steve let a few tears fall.

Two days after finding out that her best friend turned fiancé and her sweet younger brother were killed Y/n found out she was pregnant. A few weeks later they buried Michael.

On the second of March 1945 Peggy arrived at Y/n’s apartment, eyes red and swollen. They held each other as they cried. Y/n gathered that Steve never got his letter to let him know he was going to be an uncle.

When Peggy noticed the small prodding bump her heart ached. She knew she had to keep the promise that she gave Steve, that she would look after Y/n. Steve had told Peggy that just before Bucky fell he told the blonde to look after his fiancée, the two best friend’s last thoughts were on their best friend and fiancée. Neither one knowing that she pregnant.

A month later Y/n and her family, Winnie and Rebecca were at the cemetery, she smiled sadly when she felt her baby kick for the first time when the preacher said James Buchanan Barnes, they watched as two empty coffins were put into the ground.

She knew that the baby she was growing inside of her would have been so loved and spoiled by its father and uncle Stevie, it broke her heart knowing that her unborn baby would never meet the two greatest men she had ever known.

Five years passed after she lost three men closest to her. After she gave birth to a healthy beautiful baby girl that she named Hope Jamie Barnes, she moved out of the tiny little apartment she had and moved into a farm house that had acres of land.

Just because her Jamie wasn’t with her anymore didn’t mean she was going to give up on the life that he had planned for them. She still wore that metal nut, everyone thought it was strange but luckily for her they never asked about it. However it no longer sat on her finger but around her neck on a silver chain.

A wedding ring sat there now instead.

Two years after Hope was born her mom made her get married. “You’re twenty nine now Y/n you need a husband” her mom told her, reluctantly she agreed and married a man named Frank. At first Frank was okay, nice even but things changed only after a few months of marriage. It started with small things such as telling her what to wear, how to act. Then it turned nasty, the abuse was mental, verbal and physical.

Three years into their marriage she had become numb and use to it all. Became use to the women talking and giggling like school girls when they saw her in the store or on the streets, the same women who were sleeping with her husband. It didn’t bother her anymore that her husband was cheating on her, the more women he had to satisfy him the more he was away from her home, the less she got beaten and berated.

It didn’t even bother her that he had gotten one of his mistresses pregnant or when the mistress’s husband found out and beat Frank to within an inch of his life. In fact she smiled.

Y/n and Peggy’s friendship became non existent after Y/n got married and Peggy married Daniel Sousa, when Peggy and Daniel started dating Peggy had asked Y/n if she was wrong for it but Y/n told her that she deserved to be happy and if he gave that to her then she should have that happiness.

Peggy worried if Steve would have been mad, Y/n had to remind her that he wouldn’t have wanted her to live a life of loneliness.

When Hope was five she was wise for her age, she knew Frank wasn’t her father, she knew her daddy had passed away when he protected the country from the bad guys. Hope enjoyed her nighttime stories where her mama would tell her all about her father, hearing about how funny, kind and loving her father was always made the little girl smile. One night Y/n showed Hope the few photographs she had of James, Hope giggled and pointed at her eyes and then at James’s “same mommy same”. It was true, Hope had the same colour eyes as Bucky and like Bucky’s eyes they changed lighter when she was happy or giggling, turned darker when she was sad or when she was poorly.

Every Sunday Y/n and Hope had a routine, they would go to the cemetery to put flowers down on the graves of James and Steve. They would sit on a blanket and eat the sandwiches that Y/n would take with them, they would sit, eat and talk for hours - depending on the weather. Hope would show the headstones all her drawings and tell them all about her schooling and friends, told them her favourite colour - the rainbow that’s her favourite colour.

Y/n knew that there was no bodies in the coffins but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t sit there with her daughter in her lap and tell the two empty graves that she loved and missed them. Every time.

It was still a tradition that they both did even as Y/n got older and weaker.

In 1970 her husband was killed, Franks brother Robert was arrested and charged with his murder. Robert found out that his wife was having an affair with his brother. Y/n went to see him in prison after Robert sent her a letter begging her to see him, he swore that he didn’t do it. That it was a man with a silver arm. Y/n believed him when he said he didn’t do it, he was with his sister, her husband and their children, along with Robert’s children. But she didn’t believe him about a man with a silver arm, that was a bit far fetched.

At Franks funeral Y/n stood there with Hope on her left side and the nine children he had with nine different women. She tried to comfort the children he had with the women he had cheated on her with, they allowed it until everyone left and it was just them standing at the grave. His oldest started laughing causing the others to join in, Hope looked at her mom with a raised eyebrow that reminded her so much of Bucky, she just shrugged.

They told Y/n that they were happy he was finally gone. Told her that they hated him and was glad he was dead.

It surprised her but they were at the age where they realised that their parents marriages broke up when their mom cheated on their dad, or when they saw Frank hit their mom. It was nine teenagers/young adults who knew that what the preacher was saying as the coffin was lowered in the ground that it was all lies, he wasn’t a good man, he wasn’t a good husband or father, he was everything they hated. He was everything the five boys had promised that they would never turn in to. He was everything the four girls promised that they would never end up with.

They all kept in touch throughout the years, it was nice. And through them years all nine of his offspring kept their promises.

As the years went on Y/n became more and more proud of Hope and the woman she had become. Hope got married and had children, her first born son was named James, her second son was named Steve.

“M-mom there’s someone here to see you” Hope stuttered from the doorway.

“W-who i-is it darling?”

“I-he-hold on”

Hope appeared at the door with a nervous smile on her face, her fingers twisting together as a man walked slowly towards her. His eyes going to the woman and then to the man behind him, he was scared.

“Hope?”

“Mom-“

Y/n slowly turned to face the doorway, her eyes widening as she sees the ghost of her best friend towering over her daughter.

“S-Stevie? You’ve come to take me to Jamie?”

Steve frowned looking at the woman who was the last person on his mind before the plane crashed in to the water, his best friend who had aged yet her eyes remained the same. Then he looked at Hope confusion written on his face, she looked up at him and smiled sadly.

“Mom I’m just going to get you a drink.” Nodding her head to Steve and Sam to follow her she went into the kitchen. “She thinks your taking her to heaven to see my dad”

“Dad?”

“James? He’s my father”

Steve’s heart thumped painfully in his chest. When Hope answered the door telling him that she was Y/n’s daughter he assumed that she had married and had children, he did not expect the woman in front of him to be the daughter of his best friend who he watched fall to his death.

“What?”

“Bucky Barnes is my father…you’re my uncle, well that’s what my mom always called you.”

“Oh. Now I see it, it’s your eyes”

“Mom always said I had the same eyes as him” she laughed.

Steve goes to open his mouth when there’s a sound of a cane hitting the floor, all three turn to face the doorway where Y/n stood.

“Are you re-really alive and not just m-my imagination?”

“I’m really here Y/n/n”

“H-how?”

“When I crashed the plane-ow stop hitting me” he cries out when she hits him with her walking cane, Sam and Hope laugh.

“Still mad at you for crashing that plane”

“I’m sorry. I was frozen and they found me a few years ago” Steve finished his explanation. Y/n nodded and sat down, being ninety five years old her legs weren’t as strong as they once were.

“This is my daughter, she’s beautiful isn’t she?”

“She is, she’s got Bucky’s eyes”

“Yes she has. Who’s your friend?”

“This is Sam, he’s the one that helped me track you down”

“I-it’s nice to meet you Sam.” When Y/n reached out to shake Sam’s hand Steve noticed a glint of a necklace. He watched as her free hand went to the necklace and started lightly tugging on it, he wasn’t the only one.

“Mom? Mom your alright, your safe don’t worry” Hope says softly, moving closer slowly. Sam looked at Steve worriedly.

“I-I don’t-don’t let him hurt me anymore”

“Mom he’s dead, he can’t hurt you anymore I promise” Hope helped pull the necklace out, handing her the thing she knew her mom was trying to hold.

Steve’s breath get caught in his throat at seeing the metal nut Bucky gave her all those years ago.

“S-Steve? Your dead. Hope wh-who is he? I-it’s not Stevie, he’s dead”

“It’s okay mom, he’s a friend. Let’s get you back to bed okay?” Turning to Steve and Sam telling them she’d be back in a few, they both nod.

Waiting patiently in the kitchen Steve can hear Hope calm Y/n down, his heart breaking when Y/n asks for Jamie. When Hope comes downstairs she offers the two a drink, both declines politely.

“Mom keeps forgetting things, she’s been like this for a while now.”

“The thing on her necklace, what is it?” Though he knew he just couldn’t see it lasting this long or that she even kept it.

“My dad proposed to her with it, it’s a nut. She’s kept it on her chain ever since-well, she’s wore it since he gave it her”

“Did she ever marry? Have other kids?”

“Yes, he died in 1970 and no I’m her only child”

“I’m sor-“

“Don’t apologise, bastard deserved it”

After an hour or so the men take their leave, the blonde asking if he was able to come back and see Y/n again, Hope said yes.

The year was now 2016, Y/n’s health declining as she was nearing one hundred. The doctors told Hope that it would be better to keep her in hospital for the rest of her time on earth, Hope told them that, that wasn’t going to happen. Y/n had told Hope that when she was going to die that she wanted to go when she was at home. No matter what.

Steve had showed up one day to talk to Hope, to tell her that her father was alive after all this time. Hope begged him not to tell Y/n. Y/n struggled to understand and come to terms with the fact that Steve was alive, she had grown so confused that she started to tug on her necklace. Hope didn’t want to imagine how her mom would react to the news that the love of her life was alive, not when she spent so long mourning him.

At first Steve was confused but understood at the same time. He told Hope that he and Bucky fought and the only way he could get him to snap out of whatever Hydra had done to him was by saying Y/ns name, Hope smiled at that. Hope asked Steve if he had told James all about her and how her mom was still alive, Steve said no but with her permission he would. And he did.

After seventy years of going without a father it was strange when she met Bucky for the first time, a man who didn’t look a day over thirty was her father when she looked like his mother, it was strange.

Bucky cried. Cried for never knowing Y/n was pregnant in the first place. Cried for never being there throughout Hope growing in her mother’s stomach. Cried for never being there for either one of them for nearly seventy years. Hugging his daughter for the first time ever Bucky crumbled.

Hope was very honest about hers and Y/n’s life, told Bucky how Y/n’s husband was a cheating abusive arsehole. Both Bucky and Steve clenched their fists at hearing that. Shocked when Hope told them that apparently a man with a silver arm had killed Frank, and because Bucky had his arm covered and gloves on Hope didn’t realise that it was her father that did it.

Bucky was open and honest about what had happened to him, expecting his daughter to look at him differently so when she threw her arms around him and cried he was shocked.

It took Bucky exactly twenty three minutes and fourteen seconds for him to ask when he could see Y/n. Having to think it over she agreed but on the condition that she was the one that would tell Y/n the truth.

Telling her mom that the man she had still been in love with after all those years since she had lost him, that he was still alive was the hardest conversation she had to have with her mom. Y/n didn’t believe her, of course she didn’t she’s spent seventy years mourning him. Seventy years wishing she saw him again, hoping and praying that he would still love her the way she still loved him.

Hope told Y/n that she had met him, hugged him, laughed with him but she still didn’t believe her.

A week after telling Y/n that Bucky was still alive her health deteriorated. Hope had to tell Bucky and Steve that Y/n didn’t have long left. Bucky was determined to see his love for the last time.

James stood in front of the house that Y/n had made a home since she left Brooklyn, the two floored farm house stood proudly in front of acres of land, due to his enhanced senses he could smell the lingering smell of animal food and waste. Hope had told him all about the animals Y/n rescued over the years, told him that when she was seven they had three horses, cows and goats, that in recent years Y/n had been rescuing cats and dogs from the streets or abusive homes rehoming them to those she trusted. Bucky smiled at hearing that she had lived the life he wanted for the both of them, smiled at hearing that Y/n’s kindness and love for animals never stopped.

Checking his hair was fine for the umpteenth time in the two hours it took them to get there he turned to face Steve.

“You ready Buck?”

“Y-yeah” Steve knocks on the door and they both wait patiently for Hope to answer. 

“Hi, come on in-oh”

“T-they wanted to come, hope that’s okay” Bucky explained. Behind him and Steve stood the rest of the Avengers.

“We’ve heard all about your mom ever since blondie came out of ice, wanted to meet her” Tony spoke leaning in between the two super soldiers to hold his hand out.

“Oh right, come in.” Leading them all upstairs where Y/n was, Bucky’s nerves sky rocketed the closer he got to the bedroom. “You ready?” Hope asked.

“Yeah. She knows I’m here right?”

“She does, if it helps she’s nervous too”

Nodding his head he watched with a steady breath as his daughter - which he still found weird saying - twisted the door knob and opened the door.

Though older and frail Bucky thought she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. His eyes stayed on her face as he moved closer, with every step he took his heart started to beat slower.

“J-Jamie?”

Wetting his lips and gulping he nodded “hi Flower”

“Took you long enough to come and get me”

“I know my love b-but I’m here now”

“Are we going to see Stevie?”

“Stevie’s right here darling”

“Is my mama going to be there too?”

Frowning he looked back to Hope as she stands at the doorway with everyone behind her. Hope shook her head and mouthed “she thinks you’re taking her to heaven”.  His frown deepened, looking back at Y/n whose eyes didn’t move away from him.

“I’ve missed you Flower”

“I’ve missed you too Jamie. Ha-have you met Hope? She’s your daughter Jamie”

“I have met her, beautiful isn’t she?”

“She is. The best thing I’ve ever done”

“I’m so proud of you, you’ve raised our daughter amazingly”

“Sit down silly” sitting on bed next to her he took his gloves off and held both her hands when she reached for him. Y/n didn’t flinch when his silver hand touched her. “Don’t let Frank hurt Hope okay? Y-you have to promise me Jamie th-that you’ll lo-look after her”

“Doll he’s-I promise that no one will ever hurt her”

“Good. He’s mean. He hurts me Jamie”

“I know doll I know, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you from him”

“Not your fa-wh-who are they Jamie?”

“They’re Stevies friends Flower”

Hope nudged Steve further into the room and nods to the others letting them know it’s okay for them to go in too. Steve says hello and introduces the team to her, each giving her a smile.

For three hours Steve and Y/n talked about growing up together and all the things they use to get up to, everyone laughed and asked Y/n questions about the two super soldiers, she answered them as best as she could sometimes she repeated herself or looked panicked when she saw strangers standing in her room.

Bucky though held her hand with the both of his, his eyes on her the whole time. Tracing over each line with his eyes, his heart clenching when he saw the unmistakable sight of a scar that ran down the side of her face.

His breath got caught in his throat when she took out the metal nut around the necklace. “Y-you kept it?” He asked interrupting when Sam was talking about.

“My Jamie gave it me during the war, he proposed to me” she smiled “you look like him”

“Do I?”

“Yes, but my Jamie was more handsome”

“Was he now?”

“Oh yes-“ a yawn cuts her off. Hope tells everyone that it was best if they left now so she could get some rest, and they do. Each say their goodbyes and waits for Steve and Bucky downstairs.

“We’ll come and see you tomorrow okay?” Steve says after he pulls away from giving her a hug and a kiss to her forehead. Y/n nods and smiles. “I’ll wait for downstairs Buck”

Bucky nods, then looks at Hope who understands without being verbally told that Bucky wanted a few minutes alone, she follows behind Steve.

“I have always loved you, you know? I still love you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come home to you when I promised you over and over that I would, I’m sorry I let you down Flower”

“Y-you didn’t let me down Jamie, never.”

Bucky smiles softly at her, watching as her eyes start to droop. “I’ll let you get some rest my love. I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise”

“O-okay Jamie. S-see you tom-tomorrow” Giving her a kiss to her forehead he stands and moves to the door, taking one last look at his first and only love.

“Thank you for the best years of my life”

He says before shutting the door and heads slowly down the stairs.

After Hope says her goodbyes and gives her dad a hug she busies herself cleaning the kitchen, she smiles happily to herself seeing her parents together something she had always wanted to experience.

She doesn’t know that her mom is in her bed with her hand wrapped around the piece of metal that she had wore and cherished from the moment James gave it her, she doesn’t know her mom is thinking about meeting her Jamie again.

She doesn’t know that her mom takes her last breath with a small smile on her lips.

A year after loosing the love of his life Bucky had to bury his only daughter, heart attack took her. In 2023 Tony had perfected his father’s Time Machine with the help from Bruce. Steve was going to be returning the stones, they all gathered together in the empty space and watched as Steve vanished.

“4…3…2…1” Bruce counted down for Steve’s arrival.

Once the smoke cleared Bucky had his eyes down as he knew that Steve wasn’t going to be coming back, he knew he was going to go back to live a life with Peggy. His head snapped up when he heard the voice that he always heard in his sleep.

There stood on the platform was Steve, Y/n and a two year old Hope.

“Fl-Flower”

“You died Jamie. You promised me you would be safe but-“

Bucky cuts her off by pressing his lips against hers, holding both of his flowers tightly.

One month after Steve brought Y/n and Hope to the future, Bucky and Y/n got married. A month after that she finds out that baby Barnes number two would be arriving.

“I love you Flower”

“I love you Jamie”

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barns x y/n #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky fanfic #james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst

[hypnos333]

Hello? I haven't written to anyone before, but I think I need a little reassurance now. It’s just that I’ve been celebrating my birthday alone for several years now. And every year I start to get upset about this earlier and earlier

So could you write a "reader" who is feeling a little lonely and sad on his birthday with one of the Hazbin Hotel guys? 👉👈

Sorry if your requests are currently closed

🍞 anon

Never felt so Alone

Angel dust x reader

During your human life you were like a ghost, you didn’t have nobody but yourself. All your birthdays were spent eating the whole ice cream birthday cake by yourself. You died by Suicide, when you entered hell it was no different from your regular life.

That was until you met Charlie and Vaggie, they took you in to the Hotel of redemption. It just started with three and yet you never told them about you birthday.

You continued to spend it alone until you met Angel Dust, You didn’t like him yet you didn’t hate him either but you tolerated him.

On February 14 was your day but also Valentine’s day, You stayed in your room with your hoodie down showing your shadowing face. You looked out the window to see the same red sky’s and demons killing one another per usual.

You spent the whole day avoiding people until night, You looked at the clock to see 9:55 pm.

“It’s almost over” You mumbled that’s when angel burst in making you jump and look at him to see him holding a Birthday cake and Valentine chocolates?

“Sorry I’m late babes, I had work and then I had to pick up the cake, and Oh! I got your favorite chocolates” Angel dust huffed from all the running. You raised an eyebrow at him with a questioning look.

“Oh I forgot. Happy Birthday Hot stuff” Angel dust said casually yet cheerfully putting all the stuff down on the table making you blush but then realized what he said.

“Wait What? How did you find out?” You asked shocked that he even knows.

“I just looked at your id” He simply said making you bang your head on the wall ready to smash it if needed.

“Don’t worry toots your secret is safe with me of course. Now let’s eat the cake” He said excitedly making you sit next to him. “What kind of cake is it Angel?” You asked giving in to the temptation of having someone spend time with you on your birthday.

“It’s a red velvet cake Toots” He answered putting on Candles for you to blow out.

“Happy birthday babes now blow out your candles” He said before kissing your temple as you blowed out your candles.

“Now let’s eat cake!” You said with a rare smile

You had a feeling you weren’t gonna be alone no more. With him around you knew you weren’t gonna be by yourself anymore.

#angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #angel dust imagine #Angel dust x male reader #hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust x you

[angelltheninth]

Superheroes with Style

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, teammates, flirting, bridal carry, mission, thank you kiss

Word count: 0.7k

Flufftober Day 1: "I've got you."

Ao3

A/N: First fic for flufftober. I just did Smutember so I didn't want to do two smut based events in a row.

Not even bullets and shouting could make Bucky take his eyes off you for long. It was bad, he knew it was, it was the reason he was advised against going on a mission with you, too much of a distraction for him. He wasn't gonna accept that. If anyone was gonna watch his girlfriends back it's him.

"Yeah, and I know how much you love to watch me from behind." You scratched him under his chin as you pressed against the wall, gun in hand and Bucky sliding by your side. His explanation made sense, but it was too good of an opportunity for teasing to pass up.

"Not like that." It was very casual, the way he grabbed one of the enemies and slammed him down into the concrete when they came running from the other direction of you. "Maybe a little like that. Can you blame me? Your back is real nice to watch."

And this was why the two of you tended to get on other people's nerves when you were on a mission together. Usually Bucky knew that there was a time and place for things like these, but when you were around all his restraints went out the window. Kind of like that guy he just threw. That landing didn't sound pretty either. Which begs the question of how the two of you will land.

Thankfully this wasn't a complcated mission, get in, grab the stolen footage, get out. Simple. A little bit less with all these goons in the way but still simple enough for you and Bucky. "If we can get to the elevator in time we still have time for that movie you wanted to see the other day." Bucky was still sweet with you, thinking about your ruined date, "I promised to make things up to you."

"I thought that already happened." It was a very nice apology indeed.

"A proper apology, a date. I have it all planned out this time." Bucky looked back up just in time to stop a stabbing attempt and land a knockout punch. You sighed and nodded your head at him, "Great. Then, ladies first." He gave you a bit of a dramatic bow, but not that strange for him, he was always a gentleman, even in your most intimate moments.

"Why, thank you good sir." You bowed right back and started running hand in hand towards the elevator, hearing shouting and footsteps behind you. "There are more of these guys then…" To your luck the elevator opened to more armed guys in suits, causing you and Bucky to stop dead in your tracks. You took a few steps back and turned to face the other group, your back against Bucky's. "So much for that date."

Bucky let out a displeased noise behind you. You could almost see the scowl on his face and the gears turning in his head. The only way out that didn't involve fighting was…

Just as you finished that thought Bucky's arms grabbed hold of you and picked you up. "I've got you." He winked at you before your fears came true and he smashed right though the nearest window. Thank god you weren't that high but who ever owned the car that you landed on was gonna be very sorry they… oh… it's from the guys chasing you.

"Bucky- that was dangerous you lunatic!" You almost punched his arm but then you remembered that you'd be the one hurting if you did. "You're lucky we were close to the ground."

"I still would have jumped. There were windows below us too, I would have grabbed one of them." Still dangerous but he did get you to safety. "Fury, we got it. Pick us up." He spoke into his commlink. "Yeah, we'll wait at- ow!" Bucky turned to you and saw you holding up a little piece of bloody glass. It was a miracle that he survived this long without you. "Yeah, I'm fine." He narrowed his eyes at you and set you down, "Warn me next time."

"Quit being a big baby. Besides…" You leaned and gave him a kiss next to the injured spot, "Now I have an extra spot to kiss when we get home."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes x reader #mcu x reader #marvel mcu #mcu fluff #mcu imagine #mcu fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barns imagine #marvel x you #marvel x female reader #mcu x female reader #mcu x you #flufftober

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your alien husband deals with gangsters

General Plot: After a rough trip to the beach, you're getting some rest when you get an unexpected visitor. Idreod also has a meeting with the man who sold you.

Kherae Alien (Idreod) x female reader with glasses

Word Count: 3k

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: there's a lot of plot going on in this one, but there is also a smutty scene 😘, vaginal sex, forced marriage, yandere vs. yandere, violence, some breeding talk

When you arrived back at the tower Idreod tucked you into bed and insisted that you rest. You didn’t argue with him. Almost dying was exhausting and you still felt a little faint. You would have been happy to cuddle with him more, but you didn’t want to cling to him. 

He’d shown surprising warmth, but you didn’t take it for granted that he was a cold and calculating man. You shouldn’t push your luck with his affection. This was a contract marriage, after all. 

Your heart fluttered as you thought of his head between your legs earlier. Would it be foolhardy to hope that your future husband liked you? You hesitated to get your hopes up. He was so powerful, his rejection would be crushing. If he became cool to you, you weren’t sure you could handle it. 

You jumped at a scrape at your window. The balcony door opened and Dessin appeared. 

“Dessin!” you shrieked, “what are you doing here?” 

He held up his hands and gave you a disarming smile. 

“I mean no harm! Idreod has banned me from your floor, so I had to come in through the window,” he explained as if that made it okay. 

You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“What do you want?” youasked. 

He pouted like a sad puppy. 

“I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said, pulling the blankets up over your chest. 

He held up your necklace in his hand and you realized it wasn’t around your neck. 

“You dropped this in the water,” he said, crossing the room. He leaned down and lifted your hair to place it around your neck, but you wriggled back uncomfortably. He was too close.  He frowned at you and his hand came down on your shoulder, pinching it a bit. 

“What the vrex do you think you are doing here?” Idreod’s deep voice echoed in the stone silent room. 

You realized how things looked. You were only half dressed in a pair of cotton panties and a chemise you’d put on when you’d gotten back. Dessin had his knee caging you in, leaning over you intimately, his fingers in your hair. 

Before you realized what was happening Dessin flew across the room smashing his armoire to splinters. Idreod’s eyes were molten metal and his face carried a deadly fury. 

“I told you never to come here,” he growled, stalking across the room towards his brother, “so you sneak into her window like a thief?!” 

He kicked Dessin in the stomach.  

“You. Spoiled. Little. Brat!” he hissed, kicking him with each word. 

Dessin coughed and spat blood. 

“Idreod!” you shrieked, grabbing him by the arm. His hand flew back and he accidentally swatted you. You fell back onto your bottom and he turned on you, his eyes wide. 

He crouched down next to you, panic on his face. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, his hands cupping your cheeks. 

You blinked up at him. 

“I’m fine, but you have to stop you’re going to hurt your brother,” his eyes searched yours, frantically before a shame creeped over his face. 

“See?” Dessin muttered from the pile of wood that used to be furniture, “I told you he’s nothing but a monster.” 

“I’m- I’m- sorry,” Idreod snarled, grabbing Dessin by his collar and dragging him out of the door. It slammed behind them. 

You grasped your chest and fell back on the cold floor. Idreod was frightening. Could you really marry such a violent Kherae? 

–

The next day, when you met Idreod for training a wall had developed between you. 

“Review these ledgers,” he said tightly, dropping a tablet in front of you. 

You let the silence grow as you worked quietly in his office. Finally when you couldn’t stand it anymore you spoke up. 

“How is Dessin doing?” you asked. 

He audibly growled. 

“Why do you care about Dessin?” he snapped. 

You rolled your eyes, while your head was turned so he couldn’t see, before facing him and putting your hands on your hips.  

“Because you beat him all to shit yesterday! He’d better still be alive!” you barked back. 

“He’s alive!” he said, sharply, “shall I send him to your bedroom again so you can finish whatever I walked in on?” 

You gasped and clenched your fist. 

“Idreod Zovith I don’t know who you think you are talking to, but if you ever disrespect me like that again I will be out that door so fast your purple head will spin. I’ll protect my father with my own two hands and my teeth if I have to, but I will not live under the same roof as some arrogant man who thinks he can speak to me any kind of way! You can buy yourself another little bride and I will take the bus right back home!” 

His cheeks darkened and his face oscillated between offense and surprise. He hadn’t expected you to talk back to him. He slid his chair back with a loud squeak and closed the distance between you. Your heartbeat picked up and you wondered if you’d pushed him too far. 

“You’re right. That was foolish, forgive me,” he whispered. 

You blinked and he grabbed you, pressing his mouth to yours. You squealed, your arms going around his neck. You couldn’t help yourself. His lips were delicious. 

You felt his arm sweep your knees out from under you and you heard whatever was on your desk clatter to the floor. He loomed over you as your bottom hit the desktop, dragging kisses down your neck. Beside you, his hands dented the wood. You felt his hot breath in your ear. 

“The idea of anyone else touching you drives me insane,” he huffed, “I’m never this out of control. I’m afraid of what I’ll do.” 

“I don’t want anyone else to touch me,” you murmured into his hair. 

His thick finger dragged between your breasts, popping the buttons of the tidy dress the maids had folded you in that morning. 

“Really?” he asked, his voice gravelly, “you don’t like that he dotes on you?”  

Your hands drifted up to one of his horns and you stroked it. 

“To be honest, I don’t like Dessin coming to my room, it frightens me, but that doesn’t mean you should hurt him,” you said quietly, “you are still brothers.” 

He growled, nudging the cup of your bra out of the way and clamping down on a nipple. Your eyelashes fluttered and you stifled a moan. 

“He needs to understand that you’re mine,” he grumbled, his tongue circling the hardened nub. A firm hand drifted up your skirt, pushing aside the layers of fabric that made the petticoat. 

“Gnngh!” you groaned as his fingers found the lace of your panties. 

“Say it,” he demanded, sucking your nipple back into his mouth as you felt him seek out your clit. 

“Yes,” you murmured, your other hand finding his other horn, “I’m yours.” 

It was impossible to disagree with him, he had you hooked. His big strong hands all over you were addictive. You knew you couldn’t let yourself fall too deeply for him, but lust was a slippery slope you weren’t equipped to battle. You were like magnets, drawn to each other. 

“I need your body (Y/N),” he growled, ripping the dress off of you with one snatch. Suddenly you were trembling underneath him in just your bra and panties. 

He glanced up at you, his eyes hungry. The sensitive Idreod was buried beneath the predator in front of you. 

You heard the ripping of fabric and your underwear went to the floor with your dress. He trailed a thick finger down your neck and between your breasts, following it with his eyes. 

“Stunning,” he said softly. 

He lowered his head again, licking your breast. A hand glided up the inside of your leg, pushing them apart. 

“I’m going to make you mine,” he promised. 

His thumb found your clit, while his two fingers buried themselves in your dripping pussy. Meanwhile he covered your nipples in kisses, nibbling occasionally and leaving dents in the skin. You panted, clinging to his horns. You were defenseless against him while he released his passion on you. 

You heard his zipper and gasped, your cheeks flushing. Was I ready for this? You didn’t have time to think about it, as he lifted you up and slammed his mouth against yours, pulling your glasses off of your nose. Your arms and legs instinctually wrapped around him and he took a few steps until you felt the wall behind you. 

“Take me,” you begged into his mouth. That answers that. 

He let out a long growl and then you shrieked as his cock invaded your channel in one smooth stroke. Your back hit the wall, knocking the breath out of you and you barely had time to take another before he pulled out and slid into you again. 

His kisses were heavy and wet as he panted into your mouth. Your nails dug into his neck and you knew there would be scratches there, but he didn’t even seem to notice. He rutted you, slamming into you over and over again while he plundered your lips. 

Your eyes met and you realized the truth in his words. This wasn’t just sex. He was claiming you. 

“Let me keep you,” he whispered into your mouth. 

As he drove into you ecstasy built like a teapot coming to boil. You lost track of conscious thoughts, surrendering your body to him. His thumb found your clit and he circled it, sending you screaming over the edge. He held your limp body against him as he took his release inside, roaring. 

He gently carried you over to the couch in his office and set you down, then pulled his shirt off and wrapped you in it. 

“Do you want to have a nap?” he asked and you nodded. Who refused an afternoon nap? 

He went to his desk and called for Airies. 

“Bring blankets!” he barked into the comm. 

He arrived a few minutes later with a stack of quilts in his arms. 

“I’ve brought the blankets you’ve requested,” he said, dutifully keeping his eyes averted from you. 

“Good, get out,” Idreod snapped, chasing him away.

He carefully arranged the blankets in a nest around you and kissed you on the forehead so you let yourself drift off to sleep. 

Idreod worked quietly while you napped on his couch. He could have sent you to your room, but he liked watching you sleep. 

He was tempted to wrap myself around you, press you into his chest and never let you go. He shook the thoughts from his head. He was going insane over you. He rubbed his eyes. You already scrambled his thoughts, but you’d taken his heart and shaped it with your warmth. He needed your softness. Now that he had you he was addicted. His cheeks heated and he paused, his finger hovering over the tablet. 

She was an ill gotten gain. He shouldn’t have cared. You belonged to him, he’d paid for you. He was going to marry you in a few short weeks and impregnate you with his child. But we're you really his? Would you spend your life looking at him through ambivalent eyes? Would you even have looked his way if he’d met you on the street? He chuckled. He’d never know because when he rescued you, your glasses had already been destroyed. He sighed at the silly thought and how badly he wanted to know the answer. 

It angered him that his brother’s words were echoing in his head. 

You can’t give her love. 

He’d never loved anyone before. His only relationships had lasted a few short hours with pleasure workers until he got bored with that. They were impersonal and dull. Idreod didn’t understand what Dessin found so fascinating about them, he hadn’t even let them kiss him. 

You had been his first kiss. It occurred to him how desperately he wanted you to love him back. His heart sank at how impossible that was. He’d bought you, treated you like an object. He was forcing you to have his child. He would never know if your affection for him was real or if you were just placating your owner. 

Maybe that’s why he beat his brother so badly. He knew his words were true. He should have given you to him to start with. You would have fallen in love, driven together by how much you despised him. Maybe you still would. 

He couldn’t erase the image of him touching you so intimately from his mind. Your cheeks had been glowing, your eyes large and wet. The strap of your camisole had slipped off of your shoulder where his arm had been clutching you. 

The tablet in his hand crunched in his fist. 

“Master, there’s a Mr. Typhon here to see you. I told him to make an appointment, but he assured me you would want to speak with him since it is about the future archduchess.” 

Idreod growled. 

What did he want? He’d paid his fee in full and you had shown up as promised. There should be no business left. Still, he had to find out what he wanted. 

“Send him to a conference room, I’ll  met them there…and have a new ladies’ outfit delivered to my office. Take care not to disturb my fiance. She is sleeping,” Idreod said as quietly as possible into the comm. 

“Of course master,” he said. 

He rose and walked across the room to where you slept peacefully with a small smile on your face. You seemed happy enough. Was I overthinking it? He wanted to kiss your cheek, but he didn’t want to disturb you, so instead he pulled one of the blankets under your chin. 

–

“What can I do for you Mr. Typhon?” Idreod asked the human with his feet on his conference table. He took a seat in a chair across from him and steepled his hands to hide his annoyance.  

“Ah Archduke. I knew you would come,” he said, grinning. He was large for a human with spikey blonde hair Idreod found obnoxious. 

“Are you enjoying your little fiance? I always thought she had a nice set of tits. Too bad about the glasses. Heh. I probably should have given you a discount for that. 

“She really hit the jackpot with you didn’t she? Simple woman like that turned princess…a real fairy tale.” 

Idreod gritted his teeth. He was already trying his patience. 

“What are you here for?” he asked tightly.

Typhon sucked on his teeth and linked his hands behind his head. 

“I’ve been thinking, what would happen if it somehow leaked that Kherae royalty bought a human female? That would break the treaty, wouldn’t it? You’d be punished pretty heavily. The king would have to make a big show of it to satisfy the human government. Your assets would probably be frozen. The damage it would do to your family name would be unspeakable, right? If she’s pregnant they’ll execute you for human trafficking and exploitation.” 

Idreod glared at him. 

“So you’ve come to blackmail me?” he asked. 

He cracked his neck. 

“Think of it more like an insurance policy,” he said, “silence can be bought for a monthly fee and let’s be honest. We both know you have the money.” 

Idreod gave him a chilly smile and rapped the table.

“You’re right,” Idreod said, “I can afford to pay a service fee for my purchase. How much do you want?” 

“In the spirit of the initial transaction, I think 300,000 a month should do it.” 

He tipped his head at him. 

“I’ll have my aide arrange it,” Idreod said, “I’m glad we could resolve this peacefully.” 

“You uptight corporate types are all the same. No pride. That’s what makes you easy to deal with. It’s pretty pathetic if you ask me, but your cash is still green.”

“If that’s all Mr. Typhon,” he ground out, “I’ll be going.” 

“Tell whats-er-name I said hi,” he laughed cheekily as Idreod left the room. 

Idreod was going to have his tongue cut out, he decided. He had no intention of paying his fee. He’d hoped Typhon would be smart enough not to go this route, but since he had measures would be have to be taken. It was stupid of him to assume a Kherae who would buy a woman and force her to have a baby wouldn’t do every other dirty thing to cover his tracks, including wiping the city of Brent Typhon’s organization if that’s what it took.

#alien fluff #sfw alien fluff #monster fluff #yandere fluff #yandere male #alien x reader #x reader #monster x reader #yandere x reader #exophelia #alien smut #monster smut #yandere smut

[siremasterlawrence]

Bloody Valentine Part 2

Part 1

Captain America Aka Steve Rogers points towards that big ugly building Wayne Toweras he backs up to the wall behind him and dashes from the window in to the roof top office.Going feet first smashing through the pent house window as he crashes down with the glass shards falling on to the floor and he is doing a superhero landing and Bruce looks utterly shock.Using his shield to block any attacks throws it in to the air pinning him to the wall holding him down and he stood proudly arms are across from each other standing his guard as he watches.Captain America does flip in to the air doing a spin kick in his face, he lands then punch him in the stomach with such force his bone cracks and Steve realizes something different in you.The shield begins to glow as it blows up ina beautiful glow of light overtaking the room in a shiny design and display covering the room to Bruce’s surprise nothing else matters at this point. Steve’s smug expression is a powerful one who is happy with his newest conquest that unleashes the full blown deep cruelty of who he is truly becoming and he embraces who he really he is.

“Mwahahahahaha….got you bitch”

“Steve Rogers”

“How did you know?”

“I am Batman”

“We are well aware “

“Bucky is here “

“Focus on the current events”

“Still protective”

“What if I am?”

“Does not matter “

“Sorry Batman! The boss wants you “

“Does he always get what he wants ?”

“Yes! 24/7 365 days “

“Smartass”

“Master he is ready, I am pressing the trigger and he should arrive soon.”

“Excellent boi”

“Are you proud of me?”

“With all of my heart “

“I love you Master”

“I love you too”

“God! He is my everything “

“You are sick and so is he”

“Zip it! Do not speak his mind “

“Ugh! My head is emptying! Yes Master”

Part 2

Dick Grayson is watching by way of his blue and black mask hidden binoculars spans in to the room and he intends to see all Cap is foolhardy doing but suddenly foot steps are appearing.Bucky back flips from the chimney landing on to the roof top to Dicks rage as the two are facing off and they go blow to blow with weapons and Bucky is completely in shock at this.Bucky uses his arm to slip him off balance leaving Dick off kilter sending him smashing in to the roof top and I love it slams his foot in to his head and Dick is visibly shaking in pain. Bucky kicks him back as he slips off of the roof top but Dick throws his batarang in to the air and he swings across the room land on to the next roof top and it was a show stopper. Bucky does a dive off of the roof top going flying throws a batarang shooting on to the roof and raises upward landing right in front of him and punches him in to the ground. Using a wrestling move to pin him down with all four appendages Dick attempts to struggle his way out of his own mood and kicks him in the face as the brick.Skipping to the end of the roof top he place a circular device on to the chimney turning it as the it pulls apart and switches the bat a rang letting it yank him down the chimney section.I love Bucky putting him in to his place it is something epic, magnificent and it is a real great blessing and grandiose renovation to the end of the world and I let it head down the shoot to my laboratory.Bucky eyes glint with evil intent surrendering to wickedness within he is all mine to control at my whim and I also see Captain America jump from one roof top to the other roof top once more.

“Grand job bud”

“Master is happy “

“He is so proud “

“Let’s go”

“Ok Steve”

“The space craft is arriving “

“I wonder if “

“Fucking us tonight”

“I hope so”

“Strap up”

“Your body Steve “

“And yours Bucky”

“We are almost here”

“I can’t wait “

“He better use us all”

“I’m sure he will”

“Fuck us hard”

“Raw and hard”

“Oh God! I can feel it”

“His cock”

“Yyyuuummm”

The end

#ben affleck #batman #brenton thwaites #nightwing #tyler hoechlin #Superman #joshua orpin #superboy #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #hypnotic love #bloody valentine

[unnoticed-poison]

Dark! Manhwa Various X Reader

~Chapter 2~

'Fuck' you thought as you turned around to face the system, who looks rather annoyed since you tossed it aside like it was trash.

"What do you want, I already told you I don't want to be part of your goddamn 'mission'." You grumbled as you sat on the sofa and leaned against the backrest, waiting for the inevitable torture to commence.

The system looked quite amused as its mouth curved upwards in an almost cruel grin. "Ah, I understand your frustration host, my apologies, but I'm afraid it's already too late for that. You see, we're already bounded."

"Bound?" you repeated confusedly, having absolutely no idea what this stupid robot was talking about. "How did you even-"

"Oh don't worry it's all under control!"

You rolled your eyes. "Right." You muttered to yourself as you stood up. "Look, I'm tired of this game, so if you can just go away and stop wasting my time that will be great." you grumbled as you stretched. "There must be a way to sever this bound, right? So hurry up and tell me so I can just go back to writing my story." you finished, looking at the screen with a bored expression.

"Now now, that's no way to talk to your future companion ~" Xian said in a teasing manner while leaning closer towards you. "but to answer your question, yes there's indeed a way to sever the bond between us!"

"Then please do so." you said impatiently as you crossed your arms and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't have all day here, I need to post the next update tonight." you added, the last sentence was accompanied by a sigh.

"Well, there are currently two possible ways." Xian began. "First option, you go with me to at least five worlds and make sure the stories go smoothly, then you can return home."

You rolled your eyes again, getting tired of listening to the same boring monologue again and again. "No thanks, I'm not doing any of that." you simply stated. "I'm happy where I am and I'm not leaving my home. what's the second option?"

Xian seemed hesitant to reply for a moment, as though trying to think of the best way to say it before leaning forward as if revealing a very important secret to you. "The second option is rather simple actually....you die." it finished, its voice laced with malice, it stepped back as it awaited your reaction.

You didn't know what to feel or what to say in shock.

"WHAT?!"

"I know this may be-"

"You're kidding. right? there's no fucking way!" you shouted in disbelief, although the sinking feeling in your stomach showed otherwise.

"I'm afraid not my dear host, and believe me when I say it's very painful...but unfortunately that's the way of our work."

"Now, I won't force you to do anything you don't want, the choice is yours."

"Go with me or die," it said softly as it waited for your answer.

You took a deep breath and rubbed your forehead, trying to calm yourself down so you can think rationally.

A few minutes passed by and the system was still waiting patiently for your decision.

"So what will it be host?"

It took you a moment before you found your voice to speak. "Fine, I agree. Just give me the details." you finally said, defeated.

What other choice did you have?

The system smiled happily. "Excellent choice! now come along please, we have a lot to unpack!"

You sighed as you stared at your chair, wanting to grab it and smash it on that damn robot.

The system seemed to notice this, as it looked back at you apologetically and tried to cheer you up, it didn't want to act that way but you left it no choice. "No need to be so grumpy host, this is a great opportunity! I get a promotion and become a higher ranking system and you meet your favourite fictional characters and get back home safely after finishing the missions, it's a win-win!"

Well, it is true, but you'll rather jump out the window than admit it out loud.

"So what now?"

"Right, right!" the system said as a bigger screen suddenly popped up on the wall next to you, displaying more than thirty manhwas and novels. "Those are all the available worlds that have a 95% chance of having the virus, to make things easier for you I've put the ones that you've read throughout the past few months in your list of top choices which are all in the first three pages, the rest are in the other pages." it pointed at the middle of the first page." may I recommend this one host."it said as it moved down and selected the novel, a small flash of green light appeared for a second before it disappeared, leaving you staring at a book with a beautiful, detailed cover, which was floating midair in front of you.

You pushed the system out of the way as you stared at the world it chose and read the title.

"Heaven Official's blessing huh.."

You muttered as you grabbed the book before opening it and starting to skim through the pages.

"Yup, I'm sure you've read this one before!"

"Well, I heard about it from a friend of mine so I gave it a go, but when that mc kept insulting that poor girl even in her death I couldn't force myself to keep reading it because it pissed me off." you shrugged as you closed the book. "But I do know what happens in that novel since my friend wouldn't shut up about it," you said as you rolled your eyes at the memory. That girl was obsessed with this story for MONTHS.

"Great! So you'll have no problem going there! we have to-"

"Hold on, I have a question." you interrupted with a raised eyebrow. "Can I at least go to a small non-important world first? You know, like a tutorial to get some experience before doing the real thing?"

"We do have those for first-time hoppers but we don't have time for that, the higher-ups want us to start as soon as possible so we have to skip it unfortunately. But that's okay though, I'm sure you'll do just fine!"

"Fine, whatever," you glanced back at the book in your hands and scowled. "I'll just say it here and now that if this man gives one, just ONE insult about my appearance I'll make the virus's job easier by killing him and the rest of the goddamn characters."

"Why? Do you dislike the main character that much?"

"Why? Don't you have that world information, he may look innocent but he roasts the shit out of anyone who isn't attractive in his eyes, look at what he said about that poor girl, and she's pretty as fuck. Imagine what he'll say about me." you said as you throw the book across the room. "I'll be damned if I let a fictional character insult me like that!"

"And besides, Why the fuck would you think a cultivation world is the best choice for my first mission? do you want me to fail or what? I thought you were supposed to guide me, not hinder me."

The system shrugged. "Fine then, I'll just choose another one." it said as it moved to pick something else.

Oh hell no "Stop right there! I'm gonna pick this time, I'm the one who's gonna suffer, not you. So I get the right to choose."

Xian sighed and stepped back. "Do as you wish." it said as you walked past it and looked at your options, skimming through the pages until one caught your eyes.

"I choose....."

˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱---------------------------------------꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

Hi guys!

This chapter was originally planned to be posted last week but I had to wait for an invitation to post this story on AO3 so I had to postpone it to today.

Hope you liked it guys!! <3

Anywho, exams are starting this week (right after my birthday ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ). So until I finish them, if you guys have any manhwa or novel you want as the first mission, feel free to leave me comments and suggestions.

Just to clearfy I haven't read nor watched heaven officials blessing, I know that Xie lian insulted Xiao ying in his head but I did hear that he insulted yin yu in his face sooo.

Thank god for TikTok.

Like how is she ugly I don't see it (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

Oh yeah I might post next chapters just on AO3 and Wattpad in the future so I posted the links on my tumblr, just letting you know.

I hope you all have a fantastic day, until next time! 💜 (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

@yandere-city @cassanderasblog

#fic #yandere manhwa #yandere manhwa x reader #fanfiction #manhwa #yanderefic #yandere x reader #trash of the count's family #beware of the villainess #blablabla #dark fic

[riooklee]

My NO's in Fanfiction !

TW: opinions

( Just to clarify, this post is ABSOLUTELY NOT made to offend anyone. Seriously, write whatever you want to write and have fun !! I'm just trying to find other people who share the same views as me, thank you<3 )

1) Turning a mlm/wlw ship into a straight ship.

Sorry, but this just gives me the biggest ICK. Literally makes me want to throw my phone out the window, smash my head against a wall and gouge my eyes out. LIKEE, tell me you're homophobic without telling me you're homophobic smh.

You may be thinking rn, "Rio, how do people turn em into straight ships?" WHEN THEY FKIN GENDERBEND ONE OF THEM.

I LITERALLY CRY WHENEVER I TRY TO LOOK FOR A TOMARRY FIC AND I SEE "Female Harry Potter" / "Female Tom Riddle". LIKE NOOOO??? WHY ARE U TURNING MY POOKIES INTO FEMALES... THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A MLM SHIP. WHY R U MAKING IT STRAIGHT??? It's giving "homophobic" !!

P.S. I just wanted to say, NO I AM NOT TRANSPHOBIC. I know some of u lots might jump onto that conclusion. BUT I AM COMPLETELY AGAINST THAT BS.

Don't get me wrong, I'm alright w ppl genderbending characters! NOT WHEN ITS IN A MLM/WLW SHIP THO.

P.S. I know that I can just exclude those tags whenever looking for a fic, but..the thing is, some people DON'T EVEN TAG THAT IN THEIR FICS WHEN THEY TOTALLY SHOULD BE TAGGING IT.

2) Making characters act so OC.

Yes, I do know that it IS fanfiction, people can do whatever they want with the characters. BUT SOME OF THEM MAKE THEM SO OC-ish THAT I CANT EVEN RECOGNISE IF THIS IS THE SAME CHARACTER IM OBSESSED W AND LOVE.

Some people make Harry an "UwU" cutsie little silly guy, all soft, and totes a cute cinnamon roll that he's defenseless and weak that he needs big almighty strong 10-pack Tom to save him because he's too little to do stuff for himself >-< .

EW, ICK.

STOP MAKING HARRY A PICK ME. My guy fought a literal war and defeated the dark lord. So why, IN MERLINS NAME are YOU making him act like this:'((

LIKEE, where's my sassy, sarcastic silly guy?? :((

AND TOM. OH MY DAYSS, TOM. Y'all either make him too mean or too nice I SWEAR. Likee, mean as in would Avada u if u even say a single word to him. LIKE BRO, HE WAS A PREFECT AND HEADBOY. HE DIDNT BECOME SO BECAUSE HE AVADA 'D INNOCENT PEOPLE.

P.S. I'm talking abt teenaged Tom Riddles, Voldie would def kill innocent people ykwim?

Or nice as in would call u pookie wookie bear and cuddle u if u had a bad scary dream. Let's bffr rn.

LIKE, where's my crazy psycho nice silly guy??? DD:

IF U WANT THEM TO ACT SORT OF OC-ish PUT THEM INTO A SITUATION THAT'LL FORCE THEM TO ACT AS THOUGH. Seriously, some can get away w this behavior if it is played correctly!!

3) First Person POV.

Pretty self-explanatory, next.

4) "He growled"

Okay, alpha, remus wannabe, furry looking ahh.

JS STOP PLS, IT'S NOT ROMANTIC AND PPL DONT FIND IT ATTRACTIVE.

When I say "ppl" I'm talking abt myself.

#fanfiction #harry potter #tom riddle #harry james potter #tom marvolo riddle #tomarry #MY NO'S IN FANFICTION #i almost tagged nose #opinion #if youre sensitive #dont read #tw: opinions #not made to offend anyone #seriously #write whatever u want #and read whatever u want #im not shaming u! #/srs

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Saviour

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Prompt: 11. “You’re not an awful company when you’re not trying to be obnoxious and ruin my day.”

Warnings: injuries, attempted kidnapping, Jason and reader both have trauma

Word count: 2164

A/N: This ended up being longer than I expected and can be read as a follow on from my last Jason fic. But it can also be read as a standalone! Again, this is not necessarily for Titans, other Jason gifs just aren’t as good. I hope you like it!

(This is now a series and the series masterlist can be found here!)

Main masterlist

Follower celebration Masterlist

Ko-Fi

Jason glanced at the caller I.D. as his phone started buzzing on the wall next to him. Y/N. He pinched his eyebrows together, continuing to swing his legs over the ledge he was sat on at the top of the building, and wondered why she was calling him instead of Dick. The pair of them had started being more civil since she talked him down from his panic attack on her bathroom floor when he was injured, but they were still a far cry from actual friends. He fiddled with the clasp of his helmet where it sat in his lap as he picked up the phone and answered the call.

“Jay?”

“Yeah. Didn’t know we were on phone call terms, sweetheart.”

“There are men in my apartment.” Her voice shook and his blood ran cold as he realised she was crying. “I’m hiding, but they’re going to find me.”

He was already on his feet, pulling his helmet on and patching the call through to his display. “Stay on the call, I’m on my way.” He grappled down to the ground and jumped onto his bike in record speed. “Do you know how many there are?”

“Four, I think. I saw them on the camera. Hang on, I should be able to send you the footage.”

He wove in and out of the late night traffic, knowing she was trying to distract herself from what was happening. But sure enough, a moment later the footage showed up in the corner of his helmet’s dash.

“I got it. Do you know where they are now?” He counted down the blocks; seven, six, five, almost there.

“I think… I think they’re outside the door.” Her voice dropped so low he struggled to hear her.

“Hang on, alright, sweetheart. I’m almost there.” He pushed his bike faster, two blocks, one block…

Y/N screamed, the horrible, blood curdling kind of scream that always seemed to haunt his nightmares. He didn’t even try to pull his bike to a stop, he just let it slide across the tarmac of the road as he jumped and rolled. He ignored a man’s angry screaming about ruining his push bike and shot a grappling hook towards Y/N’s apartment window, setting a mental reminder to thank Dick for choosing to leave him here when he was injured so he knew where she lived.

He smashed straight through the window, successfully drawing the attention of all the men in the room. Y/N was putting up a hell of a fight against the man who had a hold of her, but Jason did not have a lot of time to take in the scene before the other men opened fire on him.

He ducked behind her sofa and pulled his guns from his thigh holsters. He stood and dropped two of the guys with headshots, but the other two were too close to Y/N for him to get a clean shot and one of them had a gun pressed against her temple. He took the opportunity to look her over; her lip was busted and her eye was already turning purple. The way the guy was holding her meant he couldn’t tell if she had further injuries hidden beneath her clothes, but he knew to assume there were more.

“I’ll make you guys a deal, you let the her go and I’ll kill you nice and quick, you don’t, well I think you get the gist.”

The men looked at each other and smiled, before the taller of the two spoke. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be making a deal.”

He caught the movement of Y/N’s hand out of the corner of his eye. She held up three fingers and he watched as she dropped one, then another, and finally the last one. He was ready as she slammed her elbow into the stomach of the man holding her. The man doubled over. She ducked out of his grip and rolled out of the line of fire as Jason dropped to his knees and hit both men in the stomach, just below their bullet proof vests. They would bleed out slow and painfully, but he wasn’t worried about leaving a mess, this safehouse was now compromised.

He moved across the room, keeping a gun trained on the men lying on the floor, just in case they decided to move again. “Can you stand?” He held his hand out to Y/N as she nodded and pulled her up from the floor. He noticed her eyes drifting towards the men on the floor so he drew her attention back to him. “You need to pack. Only what you need. Can you stay with Dick?”

She shook her head. “He’s helping the Justice League, I-I don’t even know here he is.”

He suddenly understood why she had called him. “Alright, you can stay at my place until I can find you a new place, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded, almost folding in on herself as her eyes drifted towards the men again.

He noticed how she was holding her left side, but decided not to mention it until they were somewhere safe. “Go pack up, I’ll keep an eye here.”

***

Y/N was shaking by the time they walked through the door of his safe house. She had managed to cram everything she needed into two duffle bags, after Jason reminded her he could replace her monitors pretty easily. He dropped the bag he was carrying on his coffee table and took the other from her before doing the same. She had folded into herself again, her arms wrapped around her middle in a poor imitation of a hug. He pulled his helmet off and stripped out of his armour as she glanced around his living room.

He felt awkward without the protection his suit and helmet provided. He was hyper aware of the fact that the first time the pair of them met was under similar circumstances, except then, he’d been the one doing the kidnapping. But at least he never laid a hand on her.

“First aid kit’s in the bathroom. Do you need any help cleaning up?” He ran a hand through his curls as she considered his offer, wishing he had made more of an effort with her when Dick suggested it.

“Please. I’m shit at first aid. That’s why I’m behind the computer.” She shot him a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

He matched it. “Bathroom’s this way.”

She grabbed the duffle bag that she had crammed her clothes and toiletries in and followed him down the hall. He pulled the light string and blinked in the artificial fluorescents. He motioned her to sit on the toilet seat as he pulled the kit out from under his sink. He pulled out what he needed and turned back to find her watching him.

He knelt down in front of her and took her chin between his thumb and index fingers, using them to position her face so the light hit the injuries. She watched him carefully as he cleaned up the cuts and he could tell she wanted to say something, but clearly didn’t know where to start. He smoothed some cream over the forming bruises and finished up with her face.

He dropped his eyes to where she was still cradling her ribs. “Can I take a look at your ribs? Just to make sure nothing’s broken.” He added when he noticed her apprehension.

“Okay.” She stood and he mimicked her.

He helped her take her hoodie off before lifting her t-shirt so he could see her ribs. “Can you hold it here?”

She did as he asked, her fingers brushing against his, sending an electric shock through his body. He mentally slapped himself before dropping his eyes to her ribs; they had already started turning purple. He poked and prodded at the area, listening to the noises she made to make an assessment.

“They’re not broken, but they’re going to be sore for a while.” He smoothed some cream over the bruise and straightened up again as she dropped her shirt back down. He handed her a pack of painkillers. “I’ll make up the sofa bed if you want to freshen up.”

She nodded and he turned to leave, but before he was out the door, she caught his hand. “Jay… Thank you.”

The look in her eye and the sincerity in her tone caused his heart to clench. He shot her a smile. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

He left her alone to get changed and walked back into the living room. He let out a breath as he started moving stuff so he could pull out the sofa bed. He was still getting used to having someone else in his space and he knew the next few days were going to be hard. But he also knew Dick would never forgive him if something happened to her while he was away, not that Jason would be able to forgive himself if he let her leave and something happened.

He turned to face her as she padded back into the room. She was wearing her hoodie again but she had changed into a pair of sleep shorts, leaving her legs bare. He had to fight to keep his gaze on her face, mentally scolding himself for acting like a Victorian man at the sight of a woman’s bare ankles, especially after just seeing most of her torso exposed.

“Do you know who they were?” She asked softly and he knew she must have heard him checking the bodies as she packed.

He nodded with a sigh. “They were from LexCorp. My guess is Luthor still wants you to pay for stealing that info.” He didn’t know what he was expecting her reaction to be, but he wasn’t expecting her to look guilty.

“I, uh, I keep tabs, on LexCorp.” She said, moving to sit on the edge of the sofa bed. “He’s trying to figure out who Superman is, and I’ve been messing with his data, making sure he doesn’t get anywhere with it. He must have noticed and tracked me down. He probably doesn’t even realise who I am.” She looked up at him. “I’m sorry, for dragging you into this.”

He sighed again and sat down next to her. “You didn’t tell anyone.”

“I was planning to tell Dick when he was back, so he could let Bruce know and Bruce could warn Clark. But I guess they found me first.” She gave him a half shrug, her fingers playing with a hole in her hoodie sleeve.

“Alright. I think you should get some sleep.” He said, standing to leave.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Her question caught him off guard and it must have shown in his face because she quickly carried on. “I-I don’t think I can sleep, at least not yet, and I… I really don’t want to be on my own.”

He let out a breath; he knew that feeling. Most of the times he had felt like that, he had no one there for him, so he was going to be damned if he left her alone. She scooted up the sofa bed and wrapped herself in a blanket as he walked around the other side and sat down. “I believe it’s your turn to pick.” He threw her the remote, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered as she shot him a smile.

He didn’t pay attention to what movie she picked; too engrossed in his own mind again. He realised he had never apologised for what he had done when they first met. “I’m sorry.”

She turned to him with a confused look, cocking her head to the side. “What for?”

“For trying to use you against Dick when we were fighting over the cowl. I never apologised for grabbing you, and now I know what happened with LexCorp, I feel even worse.” He kept his eyes trained on his hands.

“We all make mistakes. If Dick and Tim, and everyone else can forgive you after everything, I think I can too.” She smiled. “And you’re not an awful company when you’re not trying to be obnoxious and ruin my day.”

He laughed softly and matched her smile. “Right back at you, sweetheart.”

She turned her attention back to the TV and he was all too aware of the feelings beginning to form in his chest.

Part 3

Taglist: @scarrasco1325​

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x fem!reader #titans #curran walters #dc #batman #dick grayson #red hood #castle of glass

[smalls-words]

Business or Pleasure?

Summary: A mission leads Natasha to an old friend.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow x Fem!Spider!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warnings: blood, poison, choking by blood.

Requested: yes/NO

Words: 2,043

A/N - You’re kinda like Spider-Gwen, but much darker and deadlier 🤪

*not my gifs*

"Natasha, status."

The Widow sat perched up high on the building opposite her target, watching as Steve rose through the glass elevator in front of her, facing her in his uniform.

"In position." She echoed back.

She watched him nod once before he turned back around, the elevator stopping to let in a woman Nat had not seen in the research of the HYDRA facility before her.

She pulled out her phone and hacked into the elevator camera, not even needing to scan her face as it was none other than you, Y/N Wayne.

The only other billionaire she knew.

The elevator stopped again for you to get out, disappearing from sight as Steve continued up the side of the building.

"Natasha." He asked calmly.

She briefly shocked herself out of her thoughts and confirmed the coast was clear before continuing to follow you along the security cameras. She watched as you pulled out your phone and dialled a number, unrecognisable by the speed of your thumbs.

"Good evening, Natasha." Your voice gravelled through the comms and she stilled.

"Y/N." She greeted you.

"Pray tell why your little Captain Blondie is coming into the building I own?"

"I know you already know the reason, Wayne."

"Eu contraire, Romanoff. I am simply the CEO of a billion-dollar company that bought the building when Hulk destroyed it. Nobody saw it coming. Or did they?" Your laugh chuckled through before Nat looked down at the camera footage on her wrist.

You were staring at the camera she had selected.

"Have a good night, Natasha. Don't let Wonder Boy destroy too much of my building."

The cameras and the phone call clicked out in sync and Nat looked up at the building.

"Steve, I'm blind."

"Then get up here quickly!" She heard him yell through a flurry of punches and she shot out a grappling hook onto the side of the building.

As she swung, however, a white, green and black body bashed into her with their own form of swinging… 

Web?

"Watch where you're swinging, Romanoff!" You muffled through your mask.

Of course you had made yourself a suit. Just like your brother.

"Get me up there and I'll buy you an apology drink." The Widow pleaded as she hung next to the building by the mechanism around her waist.

"Hold on tight." You remarked.

Nat did just that and you shot out two webs by your wrists, pulling back momentarily before you were sling-shotted up the side of the building and right into the line of fire. You threw herself against the glass and it smashed easily, the fight between HYDRA agents and Captain America ceasing momentarily.

"Come on, guys. Can't we talk this out?" You quipped behind your grey mask, two lenses for eyes that shifted with the movement of your eyelids as you raised one eyebrow.

As the fight continued, you watched bullets rip through walls and ceilings whilst Steve soon began to throw people through those instead.

"Alright, stop destroying my building." Your wrists flung out and huge webs tangled the HYDRA agents and subsequently, Steve.

"What the hell?!" He yelled in protest.

"You can stand electricity, right?" You asked Steve and he nodded, a small device attaching to the webs before a painful shock was delivered to the agents.

"Alright, good talk guys." You grumbled through your mask.

"No it wasn't." One of them groaned before his head rolled back out of consciousness.

You held out your hand and your nails stretched out as small talons, dragging them along the web holding Steve before the silk withered away and he was free.

He looked up at you. "Thanks for that…”

"Arachni." You excused yourself with your 'hero' name and nodded once to Nat.

"See you in a minute, Romanoff." You saluted playfully as you jumped back out of the window, twisting on your hip until you swung away into the night.

⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖

"Miss Wayne, you have a visitor."

"Send them in, Lani." You replied on the buzzer and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as the door opened.

"Good afternoon, Miss Romanoff. How can I help you?" You sat back in your large chair and sipped on the small shot of bourbon in a glass.

"You know, drinking on the job is frowned upon." The Widow sat down in the chair opposite you, full SHIELD gear covering every skin cell but her hands, neck and face.

"Can't be fired from a company when your family owns all of the shares. What are you here on, Miss Romanoff? Business or pleasure?" You asked, placing the drink down.

"Unfortunately, business." Nat responded as she slapped a file down on your desk.

"We were searching for this man last night in your building. He was not there. Care to tell us any information you know of him?"

You picked up the file and skimmed through it, your eyes keeping up with the quick pace before you swiftly pulled out the photo of the target Nat was after.

"Ulysses Klaue. Yeah, I've heard of him. Sold him a bunch of stuff in a convention a while back." You murmured, mostly to yourself.

"We need to find him. Quickly." Natasha stated, folding her arms.

"Here." You held out a small device and Nat reached for it, but you quickly swiped it back.

"I wanna come." You bartered.

"Done. Now give." She made a gimme motion.

You held it out again and Nat swiped it before you could think of pulling back - not that you wanted to.

"You put a tracker in him?" The Widow scoffed playfully.

"Of course. He threatened my brother - I was going to kill him eventually. It was fun to watch him run around like a little scaredy-cat when I would hack into his systems." You chuckled as you stood, pressing a button on the small remote next to your closed laptop and the TV on the left wall turned on. 

A dark-mode version of the world map appeared, trackers all over the world blinking as small colourful dots.

"And what do the colours mean?" Nat asked as she walked closer, inspecting it.

You tucked your hands into the pocket of your suit as you followed behind Nat. "Green means ally or friend. Amber means someone on the fence, like a whistle-blower or a concern. Red means enemy."

"There's a lot of red." Natasha remarked.

"I tend to have a lot of enemies." You shrugged as Nat turned towards you. "Both as Arachni and Y/N Wayne."

"I can tell. Miss Luthor is gunning for your building since we messed it up last night." Nat smirked softly at you, to which you simply rolled your eyes.

"Lena is a greenie. Besides, she is but a few million dollars. My brother and I's wealth is over $80 billion. I might give it to her for free, considering it is worth over five times herself." You sipped on your bourbon again.

"Why have so much cost to such a small, dinky building?" Nat leaned against the table whilst you rolled your eyes.

"Natasha. If my brother was so dumb to hide his base in our little manor, how does a woman like me find a hiding place of her own? How does a woman hide from the spotlight?" You questioned.

"She hides in the shadows of men." The Widow reiterated her training before realisation hit her like a truck.

"Vy ne edinstvennaya dezertirovavshaya vdova. (You are not the only defected Widow.)" You smirked before you pulled your hair away from your shoulder as well as your suit, a brand revealing on your chest.

An hourglass with a slice splitting it vertically in half was burned into your skin.

"So, defect, how are we supposed to catch Klaue?" Natasha smirked.

You grinned. "With my help, of course. After all, a spider's much more patient than a bat."

⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖⧖

You sat with Nat on the rooftop, just like the week before, and the two of you made small talk whilst you waited for your tracker in Ulysses to move from the meeting room.

"So, Y/N Wayne." Nat started.

"Yes, that is my name." You smirked back as your mask pooled around your neck.

"Why fight crime alone? Shouldn't you be out fighting with your brother in Gotham?"

"Gotham isn't big enough for two Wayne's. If I was there at the start, the Joker wouldn't have killed Harleen." You were saddened slightly at the memories that flooded forth at her name before the emotion passed.

"I'm sorry about her death. Truly." Natasha apologised.

"We both know, Natasha, that people like us are not destined for love." You flicked out your talons as you traced along your skin, the sensation calming you.

"Are those real?" Nat pointed to them and you looked up at her.

You took off your gloves and flexed out your wrist, three flaps of skin visible before the light pressure against your palm caused you to fire a web behind Nat's head and into a chimney.

"Of course it is. They spliced my genes with a spider." You reminisced.

"Sorry. Forgot about that old procedure. They cut it out before they took me - something about too many defects or deaths in the labs to replenish the deaths in the field." Nat smirked at the first part but saddened as well at the last part.

An alert to your tracking device made you pull your gloves back on, immediately tapping away as you leaned back on your chair and balanced on the back two feet.

"Klaue's done with his meeting. He'll be down in precisely twenty-two seconds." You reported.

"Best we swing on down there." Nat smirked as you wrapped a hand around her waist and shot out a web to the building, slinging you both down towards the car before you pressed twice against fake ear piercings.

Your super-suit folded away with nanotechnology, revealing a dark green suit, a white dress shirt underneath and black dress shoes as you walked up to the sketchy man.

"Ahh. Miss Wayne. So good to see you." He greeted you shakily.

"Ulysses." You addressed him formally, trying to keep your anger to yourself.

"So, about the whole 'I'm going to kill your brother if you don't build me a new arm'... d'you think we can hush that over and you can help me out?" He spoke hurriedly as gunshots fired in the levels above him.

"I don't know, Klaue. Family comes first in my world, and you threatened it." You stepped closer to him and he stepped back.

"Al-Al-Alright, no need to get hasty. Dwaas. (Fool.)"  He murmured the last part to himself, but your hearing caught it.

"Jy verwar dwaasheid met intelligensie. (You confuse foolishness with intelligence.)" You hissed at him in his native language and he jumped lightly.

"Now, now, I didn't mean it." He backed away from you.

"Oh, but you did. I can hear your heartbeat lying, Ulysses." You flicked out your talons and dragged them across his face, poison leaking into his skin and it burned away at his flesh.

"What... What the hell are you?!" He howled in pain as the veins of his face turned a sickly shade of yellow whilst the sclera of his eyes did the same.

"The last thing you'll see on this planet." You swiped your hand through his neck, severing his trachea and poisoning his system whilst he writhed on the ground before coming to a stop.

"What about justice?" Nat spoke from behind you.

"Justice is Superman's gimmick." You huffed as you cleaned the blood off of your fingers.

"Is it wrong to say that your whole stunt just then was kinda hot?" The Widow moved closer to you.

"No. I am known to be quite captivating." You let Natasha kiss your cheek softly before you held your wrist out to the open air.

"Hopefully the next time you visit my office, your business is for pleasure."

"You still owe me a drink." Nat smirked.

"I guess I do." You chuckled.

You shot off once your web landed on the side of a building, your suit coming back onto your body as you swung up into the dark night.

#smalls-words #natasharomanoff #natasharomanoffimagine #natasharomanoff x reader #natasharomanoff fluff #natasharomanoff angst #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

[boobabietch]

Steve Harrington you are a hero | Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: Figure skater!reader, mentions of toxic household, verbal abuse, slight mention of minor injuries, hurt/comfort, slight angst, mentions of shitty parenting, fluff, and i think that’s it (if i skipped something please tell me)

A/N: Well hello there! This is my first time writing for Steve Harrington so I hope this doesn’t suck. English is not my first language so if you find any grammar or spelling mistakes please tell me so I can change them asap. If you like this you would help me a lot with a like, comment or reblog. Love Sof :)

Word count: 1.1k

You met Steve when you were 8. It was a nice day in Hawkins and you were training for your next competition in the ice rink when suddenly out of nowhere a boy smashed your side while you were spinning, causing you and the boy to fall loudly in the cold and hard ice. That day ended with a trip to the ER, stitches in your forehead and a boy with a broken arm.

You might think that since that day you would despise the guy for giving you a scar on your face and ruining your perfect biellmann spin, but his puppy eyes and constant apologies while you waited for the doctor to see you made the big frown on your face turn into a little smile.

“What’s your name? I mean you gave me the nastiest cut on my forehead I might as well know your name to tell my friends who was the dumb boy who caused it” You asked trying to sound mad to scare him a little more.

“Steve, my name is Steve Harrington, and again I'm truly sorry for everything” He really sounded ashamed.

“It’s fine Steve Harrington at least I wasn’t the one with the broken arm” Since that day Steve and you became friends, he went to all your skating competitions apologizing every time he saw you skating.

He was your best friend. He knew you better than he knew himself. Not only that, but he was always there for you like when your cat died, your parents divorce, when you didn’t land any of your jumps in a competition, he was there. You knew you could trust him with everything, but he always put a wall between you guys when you tried to talk to him about his own problems. That was until one day.

You were in your room doing a bit of flexibility to warm up, the soft hum of the current Cyndi Lauper song and the rain crashing on your rooftop were the only sounds in your bedroom when a knock on your window made you stand up from the floor. Getting closer to it, the cause of the noise was revealed: a depressed looking Steve Harrington, soaked from head to toe.

“Now what the fuck are you doing out there, Steve, it's pouring!” You said helping the boy into your bedroom. “I’ll find you some clothes while you get in the shower, or you are going to catch a very bad cold, sir!” He looked at you while you spoke, a glimpse of adoration in his eye. Ever since he met you, you turned into his safe place. Even if he didn’t like to talk about the shit that happened at his home, your mere presence was enough to calm his nerves and forget about the shitty family he had.

That night he didn’t remember what was the particular reason of why his father was so angry at him but again that wasn’t weird at all, it’s not like it never happened before, it was not the first time and definitely not the last time, but then he said the words, he had never yelled something like that before. The words his father said were engraved in Steve’s mind while he walked to your home. “If I knew you were going to be such a failure, maybe you shouldn’t have been born” Steve didn’t know if it was the heat of the moment or if his father really meant it, but you know what? Maybe he did mean it. The thing that hurt Steve the most is that whatever was the reason of why his dad said such a thing, he knew that his parents will do anything to make him feel like a fucking piece of trash every chance they had. He hated them.

When Steve came out of your bathroom with an old hoodie he had left in your house a few months ago and a pair of pajama pants that belonged to your father you noticed his puffy red eyes and how destroyed he looked.

“Hey pretty boy what happened?” You asked, trying not to sound so scared. You knew that he wasn’t the happiest man on Earth but it was the first time that he actually showed how bad he was emotionally. “Hey no, what happened Steve, come here” You said and you opened your arms taking a seat in the bed. He practically ran to your embrace and started crying his eyes out.

You felt your heart shatter in little pieces at the sound of every sob the boy let out. “I’m a failure. He said it. He hates me and I’m a failure” He let out between sobs. You carefully caressed his back while he held you tightly afraid of letting you go. Then he began to explain what happened with his dad and everything he said. Your blood started boiling at the words Steve was letting out of his mouth. 

“That is such bullshit!” You practically yelled “Steve you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met! You are brave and kind and you have saved the world several fucking times. Steve, maybe you are not academically super gifted but you are smart, you know how to solve problems and save the day, you know how to be a leader and lead your team to victory. You are basically a hero. Steve Harrington, you are a hero.” You stopped to take a breath.

“Steve you are important, you are useful, and that son of a bitch you have for a father can go fuck himself so freaking hard and-” Your rambling was stoped by Steve kissing you softly. You completely forgot what the hell you were saying and your thoughts stopped.

The kiss was soft and passionate, it was like slaying that routine you’ve been having trouble in, it was like winning first place, it was like doing a fucking triple axel for the first time in history and somehow land it succesfully. It felt like a million of unsaid love confessions finally clicking in your head.

You felt dizzy when you two pulled out of the kiss. 

“I love you” Steve said looking at you like in front of him was that home he was looking for since he was little.

“I love you too Harrington, and I meant it, maybe you gave me a horrible scar in my forehead but-” “And again I’m really sorry about that” 

“You are all the things your father wish he could be, you are the most amazing human being I’ve had the pleasure to meet” 

The day Steve bumped into you, you were in horrible physical pain for the fall, but you couldn’t be more grateful for that because that day you found the person you loved the most in the whole world.

If you are not a skater and you don’t have a fucking idea of what I was talking about:

Example of a biellmann spin

Example of a triple axel

Requests are: Open!

Masterlist

#stranger things #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #steve x reader #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #fluff #boowrites★

[flock-from-the-void]

White Icy Nightmare

wc: 878, tw: blood, wip: Mirage of Spring (knowledge not needed) @flashfictionfridayofficial

Other flash fictions about the same characters! (they're all stand-alones): A Lonely Wish

I know it's getting long, the last two things - I've changed the names a bit, now the Yang's name is Niaomao (trust me, it makes things better); Dai Shankou is named Dai Shuoye here, it's a name he takes a bit later in the novel

In the darkness of the night, pearls of hoarfrost were blindingly bright. Mirrored by them, light of the stars was ending its way on walls of a house of a concubine - the favorite one of Yáng Niǎomáo even if not his own.

Everything around was so white and so stagnant, that he felt out of place. He had expected Xióng Yǒu to wait for him at his favorite table in the garden, but its surface was covered in snow. Through the windows, he couldn’t see the warm light, usually welcoming him. Every step Yáng Niǎomáo took was longer and longer. His knees were getting higher. He started to run. Slamming into the door, he got covered in the whiteness falling from the roof. One kick and the door burst open.

There was only silver light and stagnancy. Full display of the winter’s cruelty. Yáng Niǎomáo couldn’t even blink, to not miss anything, to catch maybe a shadow or maybe a sound.

A whisper. Far right, in the garden. He leaped back, then immediately started to sprint. Nothing could lower his pace, even a frozen river. The needles of dead trees were cutting his flesh. Snow changed his clothes to a white mourning robe. Yet he was still running. Seeing a low fence, he jumped over it, only to discover that it wasn’t a fence but a railing of a pavilion. The world could go to hell at that moment: his eyes were dead set on a face, such a beautiful face, stained with red. Xióng Yǒu was hurt. As if in a prayerful trance, Yáng Niǎomáo reached to him. The fingertips caressed Xióng Yǒu’s jaw, uncovering a wound.

“Watch out!” Xióng Yǒu screamed, pushing him away. A sword smashed the stone floor between them. Yáng Niǎomáo’s hands reacted faster than his eyes. He was a bit surprised, finding himself blocking the next attack. There was no time for wondering, though.

“Run!” he screamed.

“I can’t!” Xióng Yǒu cried back.

The attacker was clearly aiming at the concubine. Noticing that, Yáng Niǎomáo decided to push them out of the pavilion. It would be easy using brute force, for Yáng Niǎomáo was tall and muscular, but the attacker wasn’t giving him any moment for that, flushing him with qi attacks. It felt like with every move Yáng Niǎomáo made, the attacker was doubling their qi fighting skills. However, Yáng Niǎomáo doubted they had any battle experience. For a moment, he abandoned all grace and pride and… he simply tripped them with his foot. One solid kick later, they were already beyond the pavilion. Yáng Niǎomáo caught up to them, forcing them into constant defense. They exchanged thousands of blows quicker than a snowflake could fall. The attacker stepped back, and then again. They were parrying with more power every time. Then they broke the cycle - they ducked. They were trying to flee. That got a quiet chuckle out of Yáng Niǎomáo. After all, he wasn’t appointed a general only for his tactical talents.

He found the attacker without any problems. Their mask got stuck on a thick branch in a grove not far from the pavilion. Suddenly, the mask broke. The attacker covered his face with his hands, but it was too late.

“Master Dài Shuōyè, thinking I can’t kill you?” Yáng Niǎomáo asked, resting his back on one of the trees. Now that he knew, he wasn’t worried about him escaping. “Some pathetic fight you put up there.”

Dài Shuōyè dropped his hands, showing a smug face.

“Thank you for advice, the third prince. Even if it was rather clumsy.”

“What were you doing here?”

“Oh, why? Worried about your lover?”

Yáng Niǎomáo froze for a moment. If the word got out… Meeting with her majesty’s concubine…

“Before you ask, yes, I know about your little scandalous romance. I’m not just provoking you. I’m threatening,” Dài Shuōyè giggled.

“You want me to keep quiet about this incident.”

“Ah, the thoughts of the third prince are quick and on point like an arrow.”

Yáng Niǎomáo went silent. Myriads of questions went through his head, but one stuck out.

“Why?” he whispered. Even then his voice was strong and his tone authoritative.

“The third prince surely knows the one feeding the stallions,” Dài Shuōyè started to explain, slowly walking towards the garden’s wall. “Whatever I do, is because of him. My love for my friends is deep and wide, but my hate for that man is like an ocean.”

He was ready to disappear, but a wave of qi hit him from Yáng Niǎomáo. Not strong enough to be an attack, rather a sign of fury.

“Go kill the minister Dū Zhétiě; I do not care about him. Murder his wife, concubines and children. But if you ever feel an urge to hurt the concubine Xióng, you better cut your arm off. At the border, one can learn many methods of causing pain, and I doubt, master Dài, that you would want to learn them as well.”

The only response was laughter and Yáng Niǎomáo found himself alone. He let some snowflakes fall on him, so he could feel even more bone-cracking coldness.

The time at the border made him forget that the real battlefield was this bleeding heart of Tiānshāngōu.

#flashfictionfriday #flash fiction #writeblr #short story #fantasy #wuxia #my writing #lgbt #writer on tumblr #china #queer writer #indie writer #hanfu #<-my magic everything tag don't ask #mirage of spring #quill for writing

[xhannahbananax03]

Yours Truly

Teaser

MASTERLIST

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Light smut

August 21st, 2007

The excited chatter of your mom and dad could be heard seeping through the cracked open window as they talked with Kiara about the other guests that would be attending your nieces 3rd birthday on this warm, sunny afternoon.

All you could do was bite into your lip so hard you nearly pierced the flesh and pray that nobody walked around the side of your sisters home to see you getting ruined by her husband.

His hips continually smacked into the soft flesh of your bottom as he thrusted into you with quick succession, soft moans and groans of his own falling carelessly from his lips, "Shit sweetheart," He cursed under his breath as one of his hands slid down from the back of your neck to the bottom of your spine where he pressed down harder making your back arch and ass raise into the air, "Just like that."

"Joel," You groaned out, attempting to shush him without letting any moans float from your mouth and out the open window right next to your face for your whole family to hear. A particularly hard thrust had you jolting forward, your hips slamming into the washing machine that you were bent over and causing a loud noise, one you were sure your family had heard.

Joel paused his movements as you both stood still, your eyes watching the window carefully for a long moment before the loud laughter of your dad could be heard from a distance and you both let out a sigh of relief.

Joel pulled away from you and you stood up straight, wondering if the fear of being caught had ruined the moment for him and part of you hoped that was the case, not having been keen on the idea of having sex in your sisters home with her husband on their child's birthday, but when you felt his hands gripped back onto you and spinning you around, you knew that wasn't the case.

Joel smashed his lips into yours, causing you to yelp out when his teeth clashed into yours. His hold on your hips tightened as he lifted you up to sit on the washer, reaching down to pull your jeans off of on of your feet so that he could slid in-between your legs and line up his cock with your entrance once more.

His lips never left yours as he swiftly pushed back into you, filling you to the brim as your walls struggled to accommodate him and your nails dug deeply into the firm flesh of his shoulders as you tried to hold yourself still enough to prevent the machine beneath you from moving with the force of his hips slamming into yours.

You swore you heard a knock on the door and pulled back from Joel, his head leaning down to rest on your collarbone as he continued to chase his climax, "Joel," You grabbed onto his arm in hopes of catching his attention long enough to tell him that someone was trying to enter the room.

"Hold on babygirl, 'm almost there," He huffed out, his brows furrowing together in concentration as his free hand reached out to poke at your clit before beginning to rub rough circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The doorknob began to jiggle and you tried your best to shove him away from you, "Joel-" but you were cut off as the door flew open and your severely pissed off sister stood in the doorway.

"You're kidding me," She huffed out, her arms coming to cross over her chest as Joel jumped back and you looked away from her glare in embarrassment and shame, "What the fuck is wrong with you two!" She screamed at you, Joel pulled his boxers back over his hips and zipping his jeans shut, "I swear, just when I thought-" Kiara's voice began to waver and you kept your back to her as you adjusted your clothes, not being able to see the hurt all over her face again, "Get the fuck out of my house."

"Kiara-" Joel tried, taking a step towards his wife as his face paled, but he was cut off with a harsh slap, the force of her hand enough to make his head whip to the side as you finally turned around to access the situation, "I deserve that..." Joel drawled out, rubbing at his cheek tenderly.

Kiara's glare turned towards you as you did your best not to look away from her, "And you," She pointed a shaky finger in your direction and you swallowed hard, "You can stay the hell away from my daughter and I. Permanently." Your mouth opened a little to defend yourself, but she simply turned away and left the room.

You knew what you had been doing with Joel wasn't right, it never had been, but through it all, you had all managed to keep Ashley out of it. She was only 3 but she adored her mom and dad. She adored you and somehow, despite having had a nearly two year long affair with her father, you'd managed to keep the whole thing under wraps.

"You ok?" You asked Joel gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm when he pulled away from you.

"Yeah. I'm fine," He said simply, looking back to the doorway that once housed your sisters frame before he left and headed straight out to his car, thankful that nobody was in the house to see him.

You watched Joel leave before silently following, wondering why this always had to happen. This most recent affair between the pair of you had been mostly sexual, but you couldn't help but let your feelings for Joel become stronger with each passing day. Part of you knew that Joel had feelings for you too, but he'd never expressed them in the past two years, leaving you to wonder if his feelings for you were even a little romantic.

After quickly grabbing your belongings, you left the home. Joel was nowhere to be found and his car was gone. You were hoping that he'd found his way back to your house, but as you pulled into your driveway and didn't see his car parked anywhere on the street, you knew that he wouldn't be waiting for you inside.

With a sigh, you entered your home, pulling your shoes off and creeping further into the silence. You opted to heading straight for the shower, deciding you needed to clean yourself off before you could get into bed.

Most of your shower was spent crying, thinking over the fact that you'd truly ruined your relationship with your sister this time.

Joel was like a drug to you. Over the last four years there had been at least six times when Joel had cheated on your sister with you and over the last four years you had fallen deeply in love with Joel.

After your shower you crawled into bed, leaving your damp towel wrapped around you as your wet hair pressed into your pillow.

A dip in the bed made you jolt awake, your hair nearly dry now and towel discarded to the floor while you slept, "Just me," A soft murmur came as a warm hand pressed into your cheek, "'s just me," Joel repeated, smoothing his hand over your head as you let out a soft sigh.

"You scared me," You spoke out softly, into the darkness, you wondered what time it was as you looked in the direction of your bedroom window and saw it was dark outside.

"Didn't mean to," Joel said back, just as soft spoken as you were, "Have a nice nap?" He asked, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your cheek and you just nodded your head, your eyes still heavy, "Mind if I spend the night here?"

Your entire body went rigid. In the last two years not one night was spent together, you couldn't risk it. So you couldn't remember at all what it was like to sleep next to Joel, but you supposed he probably had no other place to go. Plus, you'd be getting to spend the night with him. You could pretend, even if only for a few hours, that he was entirely yours, that he wanted to be yours.

"Of course," You finally spoke up, hoping he didn't hear the nervous, yet excited, waver in your voice, "You can stay as long as you'd like." You added, hoping he'd take you up on the offer.

"Thanks darlin'," You could hear the tired smile in his voice as you felt his warmth leave you for a few moments before he was crawling in behind you, his skin warm against yours as his strong arm wrapped over your waist and pulled you back against him, his shirt and pants no longer keeping his body covered from your wandering hands.

You snuggled back against him as you felt his chapped lips caress over the bare skin of your back and you let out a content sigh. For the first time in a long time, you felt like things might be getting better.

You couldn't be more wrong.

Taglist:

@naughtyneganjdm @mannaima @mewhenimsad @shadeysprings @mypoisonedvine @wardenparker @rise-my-angel @ktwritesstuff @nonexistent-introvert @wheresarizona @psychedelic-ink @ohjoelmiller

I just tagged a bunch of Joel writers that I follow, so if you'd like to be taken off the list please let me know <3

#joel the last of us #joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #negan fic #negan x reader #the walking dead negan #negan #negan smut #twd negan #joel smut #negan fluff #joel fluff #negan angst #joel angst #romance #love affair #cheating #fanfic #fanfiction #tlou #tlou au #twd #twd au #pre apocalypse

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Working on fast food I’ve met a lot of different people, especially when I worked overnights. Here are some of the customers I remember the best (some of them I still see around):

An actual Nazi with a swastika tattooed on his thumb. I always make sure he’s charged more when he comes through.

A guy who asked me to cum in his ice cream.

Two seperate old guys who harassed me while I used the bathroom. One gif banned for being racist to the cashiers up front, the other one tried to break into my stall.

A tired, bruised woman who seemed a bit on edge. There was a guy passed out next to her in the car. She told me to keep the change (it was a lot) and drove off. I never saw her again.

A woman who broke down sobbing because her daughter who had recently died of cerebral palsy loved the rain, and it was raining out.

A man who pulled up while on the phone and loudly shouted into it, “What do you mean I have AIDS?! …Is it the good kind?”

A dude on drugs who choked me against a wall because he thought I made a pass at his sister, smashed a window, got into a fistfight with a manager, and begged the cops to beat him to death when they showed up.

A couple who were exceptionally rude and harassed me, then tried to stalk me home. They got banned.

A drag queen who always wanted extra sauce. I gave it to them free even though the store I was at charged for it.

A kid with a confederate flag hat or shirt (this was over a decade ago, I can’t remember which). I gave him free sauce because I felt bad for him. If I saw him today, I’d charge him twice.

An anti-vaxxer who flipped out because we couldn’t do half hot, half iced water, got out of her car, and demanded to know what my problem was.

The main character of life, who came at a busy time, honked at everyone, and demanded I get a manager to move the line somehow.

A lady with massive breasts that were practically exploding out of her shirt who complained to a manager I was rude to her because I explained how a coupon worked.

A customer whose order was exactly correct, still asked for a manager, and then complained to the manager how I was rude because he overheard me explain to the manager I wasn’t sure what the problem was.

An old man who frequented the drive thru and was entirely innocuous until the day he harassed a woman to the point she was in tears and shaking.

An old guy who consistently pays for his order entirely with change and always drives off before I can count it. He is consistently short ten to twenty cents.

A man who insisted we served pizza.

A guy who tried to order lo mein.

A nice, sweet old Asian man whose initials are “KKK.” He’s one of my favorite customers.

A person whose name is “Barbarian.” Another favorite.

A person named “Icelyn Snow.” Yet another favorite.

A woman who comes through with her cats. Another fav.

A lady who came through with her pet skunk.

A guy with a bearded dragon in his cup holder.

An old man who held the line up for ten minutes because we don’t accept any bills over twenties. He insisted we legally had to and refused to budge even after two managers and I explained the rules to him, and who we had to walk around to get other customers. He finally left after the police were called.

A bunch of kids who jumped a teen in the lobby and ripped her earring out. There was blood on the floor.

A guy who tried to come through while being chased by cops. He caused an officer to chip a wall with their car before escaping.

A guy wit a studded hat that said “Hentai” with an ahegao seat cover to go with it.

A guy who insisted the confederacy weren’t losers and that they were making a comeback.

A guy who tried to hustle us out of ten bucks. I caught him, but he kept insisting I owed him money. He came back months later still yelling about it; I pretended to not know what he was talking about.

A man who came back through after being given sweet tea he was told was sweetened artificially (he and his wife were diabetic). Despite having to take his wife to the hospital due to high blood sugar, all he wanted was his tea fixed and an apology. I apologized profusely. My coworker insisted he was lying for free stuff.

[siremasterlawrence]

The Epic Farce

My epic farce of a boss is on my last nerve on this day where the heat has risen to what is unknown level of insane fiery passion and that has overcome the craziness pushing his employees past their limits so I march in to his office today.A little concoction of mine accidentally or I intentionally made by my way exposing it to fellow laboratory assistant however that is not here or there and I approach my bosses office as I mix it in to his coffee formula then hand it to him.

I am at a loss sliding the office window to the side as the breeze washes the room in a sweet scent letting it metastasize every where and my life froze in time as I here him screech. His bellow reaches the sky shaking the walls to new levels and heights building up the hot fury within me because he is that man my boss and he is about to taken down an end to his life.

He swipes it from my hand in anger with a evil look in to my eyes so deep he frightens me with that glare I step back watching the magic happen and he gulps it down slowly with a cooler tone as he began to relax more and more. His body jumps up flinging the cup in to the air as it falls dropping to the floor it loses balance smashes to the floor and he goes crazy his arms flailing till he hit the floor and his head is on his chin because he believes in me now.

I pump my fist in excitement watching him be come alive his head starts to bop upward to face me with this expressionless face I have ever seen and I inform in to stand up tall face me with so much love and adoringly with wide open arms. Approaching him I kick the door close giving us the ultimate privacy walking closer to him he shoves the chair to the side and then the desk as well and wraps his arms around my waist and he kisses me slowly without a single thought.

The idea that nothing else matters at the moment except for me the architect of his entire world and extraordinarily soon he will not acknowledge the life he once led ever again and with one final kiss I shove him on to the chair. Snapping my finger a resounding loud air horn sound clicks propelling him back in to reality as he wakes up the sleep creeps from his face and he swerves a bit in his chair to coming to terms with it all he looks at me lovingly with lust in his eyes.

“How did not see how fucking amazing you are?”

“You are a beautiful.”

“Oh Tom”

“You are babe”

“You are Master”

“Address me as Master Lawrence “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Kneel at my feet”

“Take my hand boi”

“May I kiss it ?”

“Yes boi!”

“Do you comprehend the change?”

“In me my love?”

“Yes you fool”

“Stare in to my eyes “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“You are a pussy”

“A epic farce “

“A nobody to the ninth degree”

“I am 100 percent my God!”

“You revolve around me”

“Love me”

“Live for my approval”

“I am your lifeline.”

“Oooohhh Mmmyyy Ggggooodddd…mmmmmm”

The end

In The Summer Heat Part 1 - 2

Kenneth

Tommy invites me to his cabin retreat with his friends on a weekend vacation in the record of the hottest summer ever but I am not to find of him because I want some alone time.

My formula could be quite useful brewing up another two cups creating a new ice coffee mix and bring it out to his best friend Ken who looks at my funny before taking the cup and downing it with encouragement from Tommy.

I exit the backyard back in to the house as I hear some weird conversation discussing how strange I am and how he does not feel comfortable with me around even I can see Tommy pissed.

Five to ten minutes later Tommy gives me a thumbs up to say it is in all affect waving me to come and I walk over to see Ken slumped over the chair and drugged for next three hours.

I decide to play a game grabbing an exact duplicate seat at the table using my hands to place on his shoulders rubbing them very tightly as I begin to whisper into his ears so sweetly.

I instruct him to use his eyes to look at the focal point on the trail toward, imagine your feet rising upward into the sky reaching your full height and everything and everyone else is gone.

You are alone in the cabin on a beautiful day with the winds strong blowing on him and the clear blue ocean waves calling to him and a backpack appears on his back as he goes on a nice mental vacation.

He begins to walk making his way in to the track moving to nowhere in particular as the day passes by and he sees a cave as night emerges and sneaks in walking blindly to his own doom.

Standing right behind him begin I telling him to see my image as he grimaces, I smack him across the ass informing him to follow me and he does obediently listening to my words his protection melts.

“Who are you?”

“Oh Ken!”

“Obedience is pleasure “

“Pleasure is obedience “

“I rule you “

“Join Tommy “

“By my slave “

“I refuse”

“Stay locked in”

“No!”

“You have one choice “

“Be mine”

“You have no choice “

“The coffee is soaking “

“Dripping in to your blood”

“You have given in to me”

“I own you “

“You cannot do a damn thing about it “

“Accept your faith”

“Willingly follow me”

“Or blindly fall”

“All you have to do is kiss me”

“I dare you “

“Uuuugggghhhh! Fuck! Mmmmmmm”

Tim

“What is with you man?”

“What Tom?”

“The gay shit”

“He is our Master”

“Yeah man relax “

“RELAX? Fuck you “

“I’ll fix you “

“I like to see you try “

“Back up freak”

“Move Ken”

“You don’t dare to touch my man”

“Your man?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Something funny”

“Your man! You have to be kidding “

“We are not “

“Say that again”

“”Pussy”

I laugh so hard holding my stomach as I fall to the ground, I command them both to hold him down, and I am created a quick mix of my potion in to a wine glass with wine then I poured it down his throat.

Tim tried to fight both of them failing as he hit the floor and they pin him down to the ground and they smirk with utter ecstatic relief of success as he would soon become for me.

Tim starts to shake shivering as he flails out of control he rolls over on the floor and soon he is now completely an empty mindless husk under my supreme control because I am his world now.

“I surrender my Master”

“Claim me”

The end

#tom hardy #chris evans #joel kinnaman #hypnotic love #gay hypno #mind control #reprogramming #hypnosis #hypno slave #mind control slaves #magic coffee #magical coffee #Hypno enslavement #Creating A Family