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gingiesworld · 8 months

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Sorry Doesn't Make It Right

Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Death. Sad Nat

18+ MINORS DNI

"Just don't touch me!" Nat yelled as Y/N tried to take her hand. A sad look on their face as they pulled away. Since they had come home from getting themselves out of that Hydra base. They were distant from everyone since they never really bothered to look for them. Even their best friend Steve never looked for them.

Although they went to Dr Cho for their wounds, not really trusting Banner considering the circumstances. Nat was already away on a recon mission with her sister when she learned of Y/N's capture but she was ordered by Fury to carry on with the mission.

"You know, I never asked for any of this." They yelled at her making her flinch. "I had to get out of there myself. Hell, you don't even know how I managed to escape."

"Then tell me." She told them sternly as they just laughed and shook their head no.

"You never cared when I came home and you sure as hell don't care now." They scoffed before leaving the room and heading for their routine check up with Cho.

"Your breathing is getting worse." She noted as she returned the stethoscope back around her neck. "I also got the results back too." She gave them a saddened look.

"I'm dying aren't I?" They asked already knowing the answer.

"I'm so sorry Y/N." She said as she handed them a bottle of water. "It's an enhanced for of Tuberculosis."

"Which make sense since Hydra have been working on bio weapons." Y/N coughed a little as Cho got them a tissue.

"Is there anyone you want to tell?" She asked them as they shook their head.

"They all shown there true colours when I had to save myself." They told her with a tight lipped smile, hopping down from the table. "Thank you Helen." They gave her a sincere smile, the sincerest smile they have given to anyone since they returned.

Everyone else had went by their own days, doing their own things while Y/N made their way to the kitchen, grabbing an apple and a bottle of water before they disappeared to the confines of their bedroom. Not wanting to really be near anyone at that moment.

"Dinner is ready Y/N." Vision informed them as he phased through the wall.

"I'm not really hungry Vis, thank you." They told him as they sat gazing out of the window.

"I have seen something unusual about you since you have returned home to us." He stated as Y/N raised a brow. "You don't seem like yourself and I am somewhat concerned for you."

"I'm fine Vis. I'm alive and that's what matters right." They told him, trying to hide the sarcasm. "I uh. I just need to be alone Vis but you don't need to worry about me. No one else does."

"I think you may be wrong." He stated as he gave a somewhat awkward smile. "Natasha is somewhat concerned about you especially since she was ordered by Fury himself to remain in her mission although she wanted to find you."

"Nat would have never followed an order blindly, not when it comes to someone she cares so deeply about." They stated as Vision shook his head.

"Fury and Mr Stark knew about the contagions, and the experiments with them." Vision informed him. "Both of them seemed to think they may have used you as a test subject for one of the experiments."

"Yeah, they are certainly right about that." They chuckled as Vision looked at them curiously as they coughed. He stepped closer and rubbed their back soothingly as the coughing fit eased off. "Thanks."

"What is it that you have?" He questioned as Y/N shrugged.

"It doesn't really matter, I'm dying all the same." They told him quietly. "Besides, I just want to die here in my room alone as I would have in that damn cell."

"Do you want me to tell anyone?" He asked as they shook their head no.

"I don't want anyone to know Vis. It's just you and Dr Cho that know and I would love to keep it that way." They told him as he nodded before leaving.

"Seriously! Are all of you so self fucking centered that you haven't noticed that one of our own has suffered!" Yelena yelled as everyone sat in silence. "Not to mention, you all left them to rot with Hydra."

"We thought they were dead." Tony tried as Yelena shook her head. "We did. We never had any leads or anything so that seemed like the most logical explanation."

"You know that is utter bullshit." Yelena spat before she turned to Nat. Everyone completely disregarding Vision who had made a small plate and grabbed another bottle of water from the fridge with some paracetamol. "They're your partner Natalia, you claim to love them and yet, I don't see you comforting them. Seeing how they are, in fact you only argue and push them away!" Everyone remained in a silence filled with shame and guilt as Yelena chuckled. "I am done with this so called family." She spat before she pointed to her sister. "That's what you called this merry band of power rangers." With that she stormed off as silence filled the room.

"She's right." Steve spoke up as everyone looked to him. "Y/N was one of us and we failed them. We gave up on them." He looked around at the faces. "We ought to be ashamed to even consider ourselves heroes."

"I brought you a little food and some medication." Vision spoke as he let himself inside Y/N's room once more.

"Thanks." They spoke in a coughing fit. Clutching their chest as it tightened, feeling like they had a boa constrictor wrapped around their chest.

"I think you need to see Dr Cho once more." He urged as Y/N waved him off.

"I don't want to die in a hospital." They told him as the two never realised Yelena was listening. "I just don't want to die." They told him as he just nodded in understanding.

"I can fetch Dr Cho if you need?" He suggested as Y/N just nodded as they coughed some more. Wiping their chin with a tissue to see some blood before tossing it in the trash. Vision disappeared before Yelena made herself known.

"So you want to die alone?" She asked them as they took a rattley breath.

"No one cares Lena." They whispered, her heart broke at the sight of her best friend, frail and grey, their tired eyes bloodshot. "Even Nat doesn't care."

"I care!" She yelled as her tears fell. "You're my best friend and I care." She whispered shakily as Y/N moved to stand. Everyone had heard Yelena yell.

"I don't want to die." They whispered weakly as Yelena shook her head. "I don't want to go. I had plans." They told her as they stepped closer to her. "I wanted to marry your sister, adopt a bunch of cats with her. I wanted all of that!" Their own tears started to fall as everyone noticed. "I don't want to go." They fell to their knees as Yelena was fast enough to catch them. As their sobs became more, it became harder to breathe which caused them to hunch over as they coughed. Yelena rubbing their back as Dr Cho and Vision returned.

"Ok." She whispered as she listened to Y/N's breathing. "Help me get them on the bed." She informed them all as Vision and Yelena helped them. "I'm sorry Y/N." She gave them a sad look. "It's only going to get worse."

"Make it stop." They asked her weakly. "Please just make it stop." Everyone watched as they became a completely different person to the hard shell they once were. "I would do anything."

"I can't Y/N." Dr Cho spoke sadly. "There isn't a cure for this strain. I have tried to find a cure strong enough but I haven't."

"Just kill me." They pleaded with her. "Please just kill me." They whispered before going into a coughing fit, the worst one they have had.

"We're so sorry Y/N." Steve spoke softly as Y/N calmed down.

"Your sorry doesn't make it right Captain." They snapped as they glared at the so called family they had. "You all left me. Not one of you who weren't on a mission bothered to even find my location and now look where that got us." They coughed as Yelena moved to hold their hand. "I am dying and it's all your fault. I was on a stupid mission with Tony who's tracker didn't even work." Tony looked away which Y/N soon chuckled. "So you knew where I was but never bothered to save me like I would have saved you every damn time." They turned to Cho with pleading eyes. "Isn't there an end of life thing or something they use for terminally ill patients?"

"Yes there is." She nodded.

"Do you think we could use it?" They asked her as she nodded. It broke Nat's heart seeing how easily they were giving up the fight.

"So you're just going to die." Nat spoke for the first time. "You're not even going to fight to survive."

"I have fought to survive every damn day of my life Natasha! Everyday and I am barely hanging on as it is." They yelled before taking a weak breath. "I have no fight left in me because I am tired. I am sick and tired so please just let me go in peace." They gave her a pleading look. "Please." Natasha only nodded as she came in and sat beside them.

"Well I am staying here." She told them as she kissed their head and took their hand in hers. Everyone else soon joined, taking a seat on the floor or standing around the room. It was silent as Dr Cho had set up the drug for them.

"You will start to feel sleepy soon." She told them calmly. "It will be like just falling asleep." Y/N gave her a thankful smile as she gave them a sad smile before she left the room. Unable to watch her favourite patient die.

The only sound that you could hear was the loud rattley breaths from Y/N as their breathing soon laboured. Once they heard the deepest breath leave their lips, everyone knew that that was the moment they lost someone they all loved. They all had memories with them, most of them good besides the last memories since they returned home.

Dr Cho stood outside the room, choking on her own sobs as she heard the cries come from the room.

"No. Please wake up." Natasha cried as she shook them gently. "Please don't go. Please." Yelena and Wanda both held her close as Bruce came over to check the pulse with a heavy heart. Once he shook his head, Natasha wailed as she clutched onto Yelena for dear life. The sounds of her broken cries filling the room as everyone else soon started to break as she broke down. Yelena dragged her from the room, kicking and screaming as she tried to fight her younger sister in her devastation. Wanting to be close to Y/N, even in death.

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horrorcore2002 · 11 months

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BAKUGOU HEADCANONS

_*_ DISCLAIMER! The following content mentions: Fem reader, black/brown reader, chubby reader, cussing, and this shit is everywhere, mostly abt food and his taste for it Bakugou headcanons

★ First things first right off the bat I think Bakugou likes women of color

★ Like, black and brown women? that's all you needed to say

★ Especially thick or chubby girls (what can I say, he's got good taste)

★ Thinks stretchmarks are the cutest thing a woman could have

★ We all know he's a chef, but I think he sucks at baking 100%

★ Would do some fucked up shit like using olive oil in cake batter or burning betty crocker cake mix (if you can bake, he'll only eat your baking and that's it.)

★ Hates overly sweet frosting, like REFUSES to eat it will scrape off the chunk of cake that touched it and be done with it.

★ Hates cake even more if it's dry as shit, cause then he's to drink water or milk, and water with cake is disgusting, and milk just grosses him out.

★ Does like Red velvet cake with whipped cream instead of frosting

★ Listens to R&B when he's sad as shit. Like, I'm talking 3am, I don't wanna sleep cause I'll have to wake up for tomorrow, so instead I'll read a romance novel sad.

★ I also feel like he likes fried sushi or California roll sushi because they don't traditionally have that in Japan and he thinks the American twist to it is cool

★ Or he'd think it atrocious and not want it ever again. There is no in-between

★ When it comes to dating, he doesn't pay attention much, like if it's meant to really happen for him, it'll happen, but if not, then oh well.

★ However, don't expect him to make the first move. If he has to, he's gonna have to be drunk off his ass.

★ I feel like he really likes his mom, even if he yells at her (and she yells right back) because she actually gives him good advice and he respects the hell out of her and would do little things as a kid

★ like draw sumn making fun of her, or pick flowers and dandelions, or get her water when he knows she hasn't been drinking it, with a snippy insult on the side

★ He's a mama's boy, but will never ever admit it. Like ever. You mention it, and he'll gaslight you.

★ I personally think his favorite superhero movie (besides anything All-Might) is Guardians of the Galaxy and The Avengers

★ Likes Rocket the best, and then second is Gamora

★ Has a complex relationship with the Hulk movie, cause the movie plot was pretty good, but he fuckin hates the graphics (if u know u know)

★ Really likes The Hulk tho, cause he looks cool

★ But likes Red Hulk more, cause he looks cooler, and because he hates Bruce Banner cause he reminds him of Deku

★ I feel like he'd be a huge fan of other foods from different cultures, cause he likes trying new shit, because the same damn thing over and over pisses him off

★ It's one of his pet peeves

★ He also likes black Air Forces, because their black, and he just likes them better cause he's secretly still in his emo phase (and cause he's kinda crazy)

★ Back to food again (sry this entire thing is everywhere) but I think he would love chili fries, or animal style fries, with like, a shit ton of hot sauce

★ wants to travel the world with you (will never admit it though)

_*_

#black writblr #bnha x reader #bakugou x black reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x chubby reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou headcannons #bakugou katsuki #mha x plus sized reader #mha fluff #bnha imagines #_*_milliworks_*_#milliswork

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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hi lovee your work<3 could you write a oneshot with bucky where the reader gets really really sick while bucky's on a mission and no one tells him so he gets worried and caring when he sees her. Just make it super fluffy with also some angst!!

omg, bro sure sure sure!!! Bucky is my sweetheart, my boo, my pretty boy I absolutely adore him.

In this fic, you get a lot of backstories, Steve and Tony being besties, Thor and Natasha being Y/N x Bucky shippers, lots of phase 4 references, my undying love for "Clueless" and nobody dies 😉😂

hope you like it <3

Things I'll Never Say

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Ft. The Avengers)

Premise - Words from the heart are sometimes left unsaid, but will they finally be expressed through actions?

Main Masterlist || Bucky Barnes Masterlist

If I could say what I want to say

I'd say I want to blow you, away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezing you too tight

Guess, I'm wishing my life away

With these things I'll never say

-Avril Lavigne, Things I'll Never Say

Avengers Compound

You sneeze for the third time that day as you open your door to reveal Buck standing behind it. He was ready in his gear and was puzzled by your demeanor.

“Hey, Bucky," you say, trying your finest to sound normal, but out came a croaky voice from your throat. It has been a hell of a night as you struggled with a stuffy nose and fever. You had no sleep and were sleepy as hell. You didn’t want the team to catch the viral fever so you stayed in your room.

“Hey, doll.” He smiled at you.

“Are you heading out on the mission?” you ask him, leaning against your door.

“Yes, we were just about to head out, I thought of checking up on you.” He copies you by leaning against your doorframe.

“Thanks. You’re coming in?”

“Nah, just passing by. You’re feeling alright? Banner told us why you dropped out of the mission.”

“Yeah, I’m fine now. It’s just a mild cold.” It hurt you lying to Bucky. You didn’t want him to worry and wanted him to focus on the mission. You actually thought your thermometer might be broken when it showed 104 (celsius) on it.

“Okay.” he nods

“Hmm.”

A comfortable silence falls in between you two, one you have become accustomed to. Bucky was a man of few words, and you never pushed him to say something. He lowers his gaze to his shoes, thinking about something. You wait, patiently.

“If you need anything... won't you let me know, Y/L/N?" he says.

You huff out a laugh “Yes, Barnes, I’ll let you know.”

The way you emphasize his last name made him laugh, and he looked you in the eyes. Despite being trained by secret agents and a literal Black Widow, Barnes always somehow managed to read you. In the same clothes you were wearing the day before, he watched your eyes, his sight unflinching.

He knew. He knew you were lying.

“Bye Y/N.” he steps away from your door frame.

“Bye Bucky” you wave sheepishly as he walks back through the hallway, lifting his chin and giving you a smirk. You blush a bit and close the door once he gets out of your sight, leaning against it and closing your eyes.

---/---/---/---/---/---

You have had this hopeless crush on one James Buchanan Barnes since the day you almost beat him in a fistfight in Germany. You were team Tony; and he was team Steve. You fought so hard, matching his fistfight style and speed that shocked him, you were trained by Natasha and Clint after all, the best of SHIELD agents. But you got distracted for one second and his body slams you on a table. As you groaned in pain, he gets up and says, “You fight well, good luck next time.” You couldn’t answer but mouth a “fuck you” and he walks away with a sarcastic smile.

Even after everything, you could not stop thinking about him. The soothing blue of his eyes, the way he almost seemed impressed by your fighting, and that smirk, God damn. You were not sure if you'd ever meet him again, given the fact that Tony hated his guts and you were on his team, you could not help yourself but fall into the rabbit hole of the lore of The Winter Soldier. You read his file, read everything you could find on him when he was brainwashed into doing things you knew no person would ever do willingly. And your heart ached for him, everything that he had to endure.

But you do meet him, almost two years after Germany.

In Wakanda, he was startled finding you there, and let out a small, “hi” which almost made you roll your eyes if it was not for Natasha and Sam engulfing you into a bone-crushing hug after not seeing you for years. Steve and Bucky made amends with Tony. All your friends that were torn apart two years ago, fought Thanos together.

And won.

You came back to the compound in New York, and everything fell back in place, just like it was before. Bucky and Tony made amends, and he was granted parole.

You didn’t talk much to him until you encountered him sitting by himself one night in the living area at 3 in the morning. You were about to sneak some late-night snacks from the fridge when you saw him just sitting alone, looking out the window. It was a different side of him, a shy and reserved man so drastically different from the one you encountered before.

Your friendship started when you wordlessly took a seat next to him and sat in silence for a long time. He finally turned to you and said, “I’m sorry about throwing you on a table.” Which made you say, “It’s alright. I’m sorry too, about my choice of words at that moment.” That made him laugh. And God was it beautiful. You could hear it all day and would never get tired of it.

You did listen to it, when you fell into this silent agreement of you joining him in the living room every night and sitting in silence, exchanging a word or two, or waking up splayed on the sofa with a blanket on you as he slept on the chair.

You never pushed him, and he opened up slowly. He told you about his life before he became the Winter Soldier, what he could remember. He told you how he could not remember the faces of his family, but bits and pieces of things related to them.

His sister tying her ribbons on his window to dry off, the smell of his mother’s food, his father’s watch that he would always forget before leaving for work, the sunlight shining through the alleys where he played with his friends, and so many other stuff.

You listened. Never interrupted. Sometimes even helped him to remember.

He never told you about his time in HYDRA, the horrific things he went through. And you understood the war that was still going on in his mind about whether or not was he guilty of it, or not.

You never felt this close with anyone before, not your previous boyfriends or your closest friends. He made you feel calm and at peace every time you were with him, unlike the anxiety and fear of rejection you have felt with others.

But the real question, as Natasha told you, still stands.

Would you let him know how you feel? Or not?

---/---/---/---/---/---

He climbs the ramp to the quinjet and looks around. He looked around as everyone was busy getting prepared for the long flight to another continent.

Natasha and Clint were already seated, in deep conversation whispering in Hindi. He could listen in due to his heightened hearing but he chose not to.

Tony and Thor were in the cockpit the former explaining to the latter not to summon lighting once they are in the sky, “...I do not want to explain to Fury why another one of his quinjet’s operating system is fried up because you chose to show Spiderling how your hammer works at 15000 feet up in the air.”

“I understand, Son of Stark.” He says with a not-so-reassuring smile on his face.

“Jesus Christ.”

He looks at the middle of the jet to see Sam and Steve, Captain America and Nomad, discussing the plans for the missions. He decides to join them.

“About time you showed up Barnes,” Sam glances at the holographic map.

“Nice to see you too Wilson.” He says as he stands next to Steve.

“And Wanda turns out, got married in secret and is currently on her honeymoon with Vision. She called Tony the other day to tell him she’s taking a leave for a few days.” Steve says, looking at Tony in an almost teasing manner.

“Where are Wanda and Bruce?” he asks, after noticing both were missing from the jet.

“Banner got a family emergency so he is headed to New York. It turns out his sister was also exposed to gamma rays and could transform into a hulk.”

“He’s got a sister?” he asks bewildered.

“Cousin,” Sam says.

All eyes turn towards Bucky as he realizes that he is suddenly the center of the conversation. “I… Yeah, she’s good.” He stammers out.

“I, of course, gave her a piece of my mind before congratulating,” Tony says as he joins the group, “given the fact I am her father-in-law and wasn’t even invited to the wedding.”

“That’s… well… you’ve got a point.” Steve gave up his reasoning with Tony a long time ago.

“So, how’s Lady Y/L/N? Thor asks, gathering around them.

"Is she well?" he asks.

How could he tell them that you lied to him? That at this very moment you might be in pain or suffering. And here he is, getting ready to go on a mission halfway across the earth, like an idiot. He looks up and realizes that everyone was still looking at him, waiting for a full answer.

"She's not well," Steve says in a calming voice. He could see right through him.

“She lied to me about being alright. I could feel her body heat standing five feet apart Steve, she’s not well.” He finally admits.

“Well then, go back to her,” Thor says.

“What?” he looks at him.

“It's an intel mission Barnes, we’ll be fine. Please be with your girlfriend. She needs you." Tony says.

Bucky looks at Steve. He smiles at him, a silent understanding saying ‘yes, go for it!”

Bucky instantly turns a dark shade of pink, “Uh, we’re not… I mean.”

“Wait, are you not courting Lady Y/L/N?” Thor sounded genuinely offended.

“No... I didn’t tell her I liked her.” He looks at his shoes, not being able to meet someone in their eyes. He feels someone squeeze his arm and looks in that direction. It was Natasha.

“There are six of us. And we got aerial support from the country’s Air Force. Go get your girl.” She smirked at him. “Hell yeah!” Clint cheers and everyone joins him.

He shouts thanks to everyone, slapping Steve’s back for good luck, and runs out of the Quinjet.

And just as he was about to go to your room, he got an idea, one that would cheer you up more than anything.

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The door opened and in came a tall figure, holding all sorts of bags. You squinted your eyes to realize that it was Bucky.

You were in a dreamlike state, shifting in and out of consciousness and feeling dizzy. Your entire body was in pain, and your head was killing you. But then, you hear a knock on your door just when you decide to lean up on your elbows.

“It’s open, come in.” you sounded like a frog with the croak in your throat.

You laughed out loud. This was unbelievable. You knew Bucky always had a soft side and looking at this, you were witnessing the full force of it.

“Bucky?” you call out puzzled. "Yes, that's me." He answers, turning the lights on in your bedroom. Your room lit up as he kept everything on the table near your bed.

“I got you some chocolates and the multi-colored sour patches, some fresh fruits, vaporub, and…” he turns to you, holding an Ipad, “a shit ton of movies.”

“I thought you were on the mission.” You say, making space on your bed and scooting away to a corner. He takes the seat and turns to you, “It was an intel mission, half of the team is on it and they let me sit this one out.” Saying so he smiles, showing his pearly whites.

Up close, you could see the small wrinkles near his eyes and his scrunched-up nose. He looked like a really cute and cuddly bear.

“So, you want to spend the day with me?” you ask through your eyelashes, suddenly aware of your state sitting in front of him.

You were wearing an old pair of sweats and a hoodie you’ve had since high school; your hair was a mess and your room looked like it had been attacked by a tornado. Clothes, books, shoes everywhere. His eyes softened, realizing what you were thinking about. He quickly shoves the treats and the tab towards you, saying, "Pick any movie you like Y/N. I’ll be right here.” And he gets up.

He starts collecting everything that is thrown around the room and brings it to your bedside. "Bucky, you don't have to do this -" he gestures for you to stop.

“You can’t possibly think you can clean the whole room in that state. C’mon Y/N, let me do this. Your job is to choose a movie that won’t bore me to sleep like the last time.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t like ‘Me Before You'. I absolutely loved it.”

“It was sad.” He answers with a solemn tone, collecting the books and piling them on the table.

This time, you were sitting next to each other under the covers of your double bed. Bucky was leaning back on the headboard, his right arm slightly touching your fingers. You didn’t realize when but slowly your body was leaning towards his arm. You were feeling cozy and sleep was slowly taking over your body. And as Cher was plotting a makeover for the unpopular girl, your arm came in contact with his. “Damn, you’re so comfy.” You mumbled; your eyelids heavy with sleep, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

Your heart drops realizing that he didn’t like the story where the main couple did not end up together. So, you settled down for something funny and cute; Clueless. A movie Bucky loved instantly when you were introducing him to modern media.

The first time he saw it, the whole time he was saying, “Why do I feel like I’ve seen it before?" repeatedly. It wasn’t until you mentioned that it was based on a Jane Austen novel that he recalled reading it while hiding with Steve, Sam, and Natasha.

---/---/---/---/---/---

Bucky never focused on the benefits of being a super soldier, being part of the darker side of what the serum did to his body for most of his life. Therefore, he found it quite difficult to do so. But ever since you connected, he found some upsides too, his body was capable of doing some things the others couldn’t.

Like smelling your lavender shampoo from across the briefing room, getting goosebumps whenever you touched him, noticing the details of your face, the fine lines around your eyes that looked so damn beautiful when you smile.

And currently feeling his heart drop hearing what you said. He shifted his focus from the screen to your face, now much closer than it have ever been before, as it rested on his shoulder.

All his heightened senses were on overdrive as soon as you snuggled up to him. Your head rested on his shoulder as you held his arm in a hug.

You looked adorable, and he felt you relax, realizing how his higher body temperature might be relaxing to you.

He carefully closed the iPad, keeping it on the nearby table and clearing the bed as much as he could with you clinging onto his arm. He gently adjusted your body to lie back on the bed, and when he tried to go away, you held onto his arm, murmuring, “don’t go” in such a small voice his heart melted.

His mind flashed back to all the times you silently slipped into his room after hearing his cries through your bedroom walls. How you got under the covers and held him as he slowly fell asleep.

—-/---

He smiled a small smile and lied next to you, covering you and him under the blanket, and as you snuggled closer to him in sleep, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and fell asleep, the nightmares staying away this time, as you held each other in silence, at peace.

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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With a bow

Finally! Here is my silly little fic for @quizasvivamos. Beth and I share a love for Broadway, so she requested “Broadway Klaine”!

I did rewatch Bernadette Banner’s video on the costume department, so I made Kurt a designer and Blaine an actor.

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Kurt’s dreamed of this for so long. After years of hard work, he’s a head designer for Broadway. It’s nerve wrecking, but Kurt is confident that he can do it. Unfortunately, the lead actor of this new show has an ununusal request.

“Are you… sure?”

“Yes, Kurt, he was very clear that he wanted a bow tie in his costume.”

Kurt frowns at Unique’s words. Kurt had handed in some design drafts and now he’s getting the feedback.

“Uh...”

He’s looking at his designs. They don’t seem bow tie appropriate.

Unique rolls her eyes.

“He wants a bow tie. No big deal.”

“Come on, reason with me here,” Kurt says, “He wants a bow tie in an intergalactic futuristic space opera! Everyone wears space suits. How am I going to add a bow tie to this design? What was he thinking when he requested this?”

Unique frowns.

“What?” Kurt asks, “You think I am wrong?”

“No, you do have a point,” she quickly says, “But you are admired for the fact that you see the design phase as a collaborative process. That’s probably why he felt confident to ask you for this. He probably assumed you wouldn’t mock him.”

Unique shoots Kurt a pointed look.

“I’m not mocking him!”

After all, Kurt can appreciate some snazzy accessoiries. He looks down at the table. His designs are scattered all over.

He can make this work. Probably.

A few days later, he goes to Blaine with the new designs. Kurt changed the look of Blaine’s character’s space suit to make it look like a blazer. That’s bow tie appropriate.

Kurt knocks on the door to Blaine’s dressing room.

“Come in!”

Kurt does and he immediately gets reminded why he avoids talking to Blaine. Blaine is gorgeous and he can’t afford to be distracted on the job. Damnit, he should’ve let Unique handle this. Again.

“Oh, hey Kurt!” Blaine says with a smile. A beautiful smile. Damn. “Long time no speak.”

“Hey,” Kurt pushes down his nerves, “So I heard you wanted a bow tie.”

Blaine looks a bit embarrassed.

“Uh. Yeah. It’s kind of my thing.”

It’s true. He is wearing another bow tie now.

“Well, I tried something,” Kurt hands his sketchpad to Blaine, “What do you think?”

Blaine looks at the new design with awe, which is a win in Kurt’s book. Blaine takes his time taking it all in and Kurt feels proud.

“This is amazing, Kurt,” he eventually says, “You altered it all for my request?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, thank you!” Blaine holds out the sketchpad, “I could kiss you!”

When Blaine realises what he’s said, he looks absolutely horrified. He turns red. He even drops Kurt’s sketchpad in shock. The two of them stare at each other.

“I-”

“Kurt. Oh my God. That was so inappropria-”

“It’s fine. I just-“

“I mean I would like to-”

“Let’s just, uh, move-”

“-kiss you, but not because of the design.”

“What?” Kurt tilts his head in confusion.

Blaine turns redder.

“Not to say I don’t like your design!”

Kurt holds up his hand.

“Okay, Blaine, just- rewind. Okay?”

After all if Blaine wants to say what Kurt hopes he wants to say, then Kurt wants to hear it.

Blaine seems to compose himself.

“I would like to kiss you. Not because I like your amazing design, but because I like you.”

Kurt starts to smile and he grabs Blaine’s face. He kisses him and Blaine kisses back. Kurt’s so happy that he started working for this show, because he met Blaine through it. The two kiss in Blaine’s dressing room and everything feels perfect.

#klaine #holy fuck I wrote #drabble #but not really #glee #2023 #yeehaw

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karimac · 2 years

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...in the details, Part 8

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point in the story, are platonic, but there is romance in the cards for Kari and Bucky.

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Word count: 3.8k, give or take a word

And yes, those Ninjago figures are mine. I have a soft spot for the LEGO franchise.

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Recap: At the end of Part 7, Sam and Bucky had just retrieved the shield from John Walker. This is what happened directly after that. The trip to Delcroix, LA gets a bit delayed…

“Yo, Ms. Magic! We need your help!” Darcy replied when you asked Wong what he wanted in the first place, and she pushed past the Sorcerer Supreme and found herself on the streets of Riga, Latvia. The magic used to make the portal didn’t seem to phase her one bit. “Do I have time to go get some local snacks, or is that a bad idea? I do have my passport.”

You looked at Sam and Bucky and shook your head, then you decided to get Sarah on FaceTime instead of via text. “This is getting too damned confusing!” you yelled just as Sarah’s face came into view.

“Of course you let my sister see me like this,” Sam grumbled as he tucked the shield under his arm.

“Eight brothers, remember?” you groaned as you turned the phone back in your direction. “Sarah, I will get down to Delacroix as fast as I can, but I have to take care of something first. You’re outside, right?”

“Tree behind me, so yeah, I’m outside,” Sarah noted as two small green portals opened—one in Riga, and one in Delacroix. You whistled, and suddenly a crow came flying down from one of the trees near where you were standing.

“That’s a good girl,” you said as you reached in your belt pouch with your left hand as the crow landed on your right arm. You placed a tiny treat in the crow’s beak before showing her to everyone in Riga, the group inside Wong’s portal and to Sarah. “This is Stardust, one of the blessed members of my corax. I’m sending her to Delacroix until I get there. If something is amiss, she will let me know and call on the rest of the corax to defend you.”

“Crows?” Sam asked as he shook his head.

“Remember Baltimore?” you asked as you let Stardust fly through the portal, and you watched the crow land in the tree behind Sarah. “Stardust can summon an army of crows and ravens. I am not unfamiliar with St. Bernard Parish, Sam, even if I last saw it a very long time ago. Now, I better go before Dr. Lewis decides to go sightseeing and makes Wong worry too much again,” you said as you quickly stopped next to Darcy just outside the portal.

You had not noticed the two people standing beside Bruce until now. They were not familiar, but the item they possessed certainly was. That was not necessarily a good thing.

“Kari, what’s wrong?” were the only words Bucky got out of his mouth as ten rings flew out of the male newcomer’s backpack and onto your forearms. They started to glow a brilliant green as you lifted off the ground.

“Is she supposed to be doing that? And why are they all green now?” the female newcomer asked her companion as Bruce stepped through the portal. Bruce was no longer Hulked out, but his arm was still in a sling.

“Kari, these are Shang-Chi and Katy,” Banner started to say as he continued to step forward. “They’re on our side.”

“I had to be sure,” you said as you started to lower yourself to the ground, the rings still glowing on your arms. “I fought your father, Shang-Chi. A very long time ago. It was not an experience I want to relive any time soon. I’m sorry for your loss. The rings…they told me what happened. I can read events off most mystic weaponry. And books. Not like Willow on Buffy sucking up the ink, but close enough.”

Bucky and Sam stepped back a bit as you landed, and you took a deep breath before letting the rings return to their rightful owner. “Give me a minute, guys,” you said to the group around Bruce before turning back to your partners. “Sam, I will haul ass to Delacroix as soon as I help Bruce and Wong with those rings. I’ll fill you in then, but…”

You placed one hand on each man’s shoulder and proceeded to heal them of their wounds from the fight with Walker. It hurt like a bitch, but it needed to be done. “Stay safe, and don’t drive each other or Sarah crazy. Please. And before you flip out, I did tell you I can do a lot of things I don’t talk about. If it’s a mystic weapon, I can usually wield it or at the very least pick up a bit of history by touching it. Mjolnir might be the biggest exception, but then again, I’ve never tried to lift it. Never needed to.”

“You can barely stand,” Bucky said as he gave you this very weird look. It had to be that screwy link Wanda set into motion rearing its ugly head again. “Why did you do that?”

“You know, you weren’t supposed to notice that. The barely standing part, I mean,” you chuckled as you leaned your head closer to Bucky’s. “Figures you would. And heal you two? You can’t do what you need to do if you are sitting in adjoining hospital beds,” you said as you winced a bit. “I’m not healing at top speed, but I’ll be OK. Now, I better go see what’s going on with those rings. You do not want to be on the receiving end of an energy blast from those. Trust me.”

Your footing slipped as you let go of both Sam and Bucky, and you prayed no one was going to make a stupid fuss about it. “So, Darcy, what else did I miss?”

“I knew you’d be able to use those rings!” Darcy said with a huge grin as she held out her hand to Wong. “That will be five bucks, please! Girl power for the win!”

“You bet on Kari being able to do that?” Sam asked as he held the shield a little bit closer, but then he looked down at it and saw the blood was gone. “Son of a gun…” he added as he showed the now-clean shield to Bucky.

“You two be good,” you said with a laugh as you got closer to Bruce and Wong. {{I’m faking it. Those two were in worse shape than I let on. I don’t want them seeing me buckle, or they will never head out}} you said telepathically to Wong as you more or less propelled yourself into the portal and fell to your knees as it closed behind all of you. “Walker nearly took both of them out. He damned near electrocuted Bucky, and he tried to take off Sam’s head at one point. If I see him again, he and I will have words…”

“I take it that’s bad?” Katy asked Darcy as both women moved to one of the tables inside the Stark lab. “The having words part. The rest sounded horrible.”

“She doesn’t mean Chandrasekhar limit or interferometry, Katy,” Darcy replied as she went to grab a med kit to hand to Bruce. “Sorry. Astrophysics speak. More like, ‘I’ll turn you into a toad for hurting my friends, you swamp rat.’ Like that.”

“For the record, I have never turned anyone into a toad,” you said with a gasp as Wong helped you get up onto Bruce’s exam table. “You know, on second thought, I might have tried it on Zemo or Walker. Walker got the last vial of Super Soldier serum, so everything is a mess.”

“No funny business until we get you healed,” Wong said as he shook his head. “Strange gives me enough grief, you know.”

You grunted as Bruce stood back and watched Wong use a spell to hasten your natural healing abilities. “Why didn’t you just go help them instead of doing this healing thing?” Banner asked as your superficial wounds started to close up first. “Wouldn’t it have been easier?”

“Easier? Sure. Would it have helped those two work out their problems that center around that shield? Not in the least. They need to sit down and talk. I’m hoping they will down in Delacroix. Now, how did you find our new recruits here?”

“That would be on me,” Wong said as Shang-Chi and Katy came closer to the exam table. “I brought them here from San Francisco. How do you know Shang-Chi’s father?”

“I fought in an army that went up against the Ten Rings several hundred years ago. Getting blasted by those rings is not something I want to experience again in my lifetime. Slammed me into a cliff wall. Took me weeks to fully heal.”

“So, do you know about Ta Lo?” Shang-Chi asked as he set down the backpack that held the rings.

“Never been there, but I hear it is beautiful,” you replied as you started to flex your fingers and wiggle your toes in your boots. “My people tend to hold Tír na nÓg in the same regard you hold Ta Lo, I guess. A land of beauty and mystery beheld by only a few worthy souls. So, what exactly do you need me for, Wong? Bruce?”

“Carol had no idea where these came from, and you were actually close enough to bring here to test them out. She’s….” Bruce started to say, but all you did was laugh as you reached up and patted him on his good shoulder.

“Busy? Yeah, that’s Carol. Gave the speech about you calling her? I don’t even have her number,” you answered as Bruce was now the one chuckling. “Let me pull out my phone,” you said as you held it up and let Shang-Chi and Katy see your number. “Now, if you’d like to text me your contact info, I’ll gladly keep in touch unless I am fighting in The Rift again. We get no phone signals there,” you said as both Katy and Shang-Chi sent you their details. “Thanks. And if you are staying in New York, you are more than welcome to crash at my place in Brooklyn. And I own a bakery café in Manhattan, and Avengers always get free food. I’ll make sure my managers are notified.”

“Hey! What about astrophysicists?” Darcy yelped as she waved her phone in front of her face.

“Of course you are on the list!” you said with a grin as you tried to bite back the pain of the next injury that started to heal. “Darcy, bubbala. How could we not have you on the list? And you know you can crash at my place anytime. I owe you for your help in Westview.”

“At least you sound better,” Bruce noted as he ran a scan to see how you were healing. “I would get Dr. Cho here, but she’s at a conference in Madrid.”

“I’ll be fine, Bruce. Now, what do you want to know about the rings? No one I know seemed to have a clue about their origin, and I mean that going back a long time. If I may…”

You opened one of your pocket dimension “holes” and pulled out a book that looked almost as old as you felt. “My friend Devnet used to chronicle things from our adventures. This book has all sorts of info on the weapons we came across. Here, you can borrow it for as long as you need, guys. The text appears in any language you need it to be in, so you should have no trouble.”

“That’s freaky,” Katy said as she picked up the book and the text changed to Mandarin. “What are you, exactly? Are you like Shaun’s dad?”

Your eyes flicked up at the use of Shaun, but then you realized Katy meant Shang-Chi. “No. I’m the avatar for the Celtic battle goddess The Morrigan. I have been since I was born 1,500 years ago. I know. It makes no sense.”

“It makes as much sense as a forest that tried to kill us and a soul sucking monster that almost destroyed Ta Lo,” Shang-Chi replied as you nodded to him.

“So, to get to the real nitty gritty,” Darcy said as she picked up the book Katy had been looking at, “you and the Buckster?”

“Are friends. Teammates. That’s all,” you groaned as you were suddenly very glad Bucky and Sam were not there.

“And that little head leaning thing?” Darcy asked as you held your head in your hands.

“Since when did you get a degree in reading body language?” you chuckled as Wong’s spell finally finished healing your most minor injuries. The general feeling of ick would take time to go away as the bigger wounds started to resolve themselves. “I didn’t want him freaking out. He’s going to deal with getting Zemo to the Wakandans, and Sam is going home to check on his sister Sarah and her boys. I was supposed to go to Delacroix first to help out there, so that is going to be my next stop. And I am guessing Bucky will join Sam as soon as he gets Zemo sorted. Frankly, I haven’t been to Louisiana since the early 1900s, and I could use some time down there.”

“With Bucky,” Darcy said under her breath before looking innocently up to the ceiling.

“He is still trying to get his own life sorted. He doesn’t need me butting into what he needs to do…”

“You mean that thing with the therapist we interrupted earlier?” Bruce asked as he kept running scans on you.

“Trust me, Bucky was likely very happy when that session ended,” you said quietly as you thought about what exactly John Walker had done when he had Bucky’s sessions ended on his word alone. “Oh shite.”

“Wha…” Katy started to say as she looked over at you and then stepped back. “Wings? Now you sprout wings?”

“New to me, too,” Darcy noted as she looked at the scan readout as Bruce started muttering under his breath. “And that can’t be good.”

“Kari, I think you better calm down,” Bruce said as he put one hand on your shoulder. “What upset you?”

“Why did Walker have Buck’s session ended? To be nice? Or to get him in trouble later on? Sorry about the wings. Old habits…” you said as you calmed yourself and pulled them back, the flourish of smoke and strands of darkness causing even Wong to gasp. “You’ve seen me do that before, Wong. You too, Bruce. Why the surprise now?”

“The last time you did that you went after Ebony Maw and Proxima Midnight. You did look pretty damned terrifying in that fight, Kari,” Bruce said as he stepped back, all the while keeping one eye on your scans.

“We all did,” you sighed as you hopped off the exam table. “Part of the job, I guess. Now, be honest, those rings are not the only reason you wanted me here. Did you find something in Tony’s files about me?”

“No, this was solely about the rings,” Wong replied as he motioned for Shang-Chi to come over with his bag. “So, what do you know about them?”

“Other than the light they emit depending on the person wielding them? Not bloody much. The energy signature is not anything from this world. They may be extraterrestrial, or they may come from another reality entirely. I have never encountered anything like them. They give the bearer a form of immortality, but I have no clue how it works. Is there anyone in Ta Lo who might be able to tell you more about them, Shang-Chi?”

“My aunt, maybe. Some of the village elders,” he said as he sat down and looked back at Katy. “There might be records in my father’s things in his compound. I’ll see if my sister found anything.”

“She’s been busy,” Katy said with a weird look on her face. “She runs a fight club in Macau. And now, well, she may be running the Ten Rings. I know. It sounds weird. My Mom would love her. Classic super-achiever.”

“Oh,” was the only word you got out of your mouth as you silently prayed Shang-Chi’s sister was not actually going to run the ancient group of assassins going forward. “Not weird so much as extremely complicated.” You looked at Bruce and Wong and had the haunting feeling that little nugget of information would bite you all on the ass one day.

“And…” Bruce started to say as there was a crash near the entrance to the lab. “Hello?”

“I am so sorry,” Peter Parker said as he walked in with Ned Leeds. “We wanted to help. Hey everyone. Whoa, what happened to you, Kari?”

“Tried to keep a couple of our teammates from getting too injured in a fight,” you replied as you winced, suddenly noticing Ned staring with his mouth wide open. “Ned, you OK?”

“You remembered my name,” the high schooler replied as you giggled a bit. “I mean, you really remembered my name.”

“Of course I did. I even have that minifigure you gave me,” you said as you pulled a small LEGO figure from your pouch. “Nya from Ninjago. Master of the elemental power of water. Great inventor. Brave. Loyal. One of my good luck charms, guys. I even got her boyfriend,” you noted as you pulled the figure of Jay, master of lightning, from the bag as well. “I can use all the luck I can get some days!”

“So, what did we walk in on?” Peter asked as he finally dropped his backpack on a chair and looked at your scans with Bruce. “Where are Sam and Bucky?”

“Tying up loose ends and trying to find some new leads, guys. Which is what I will be doing once things are wrapped up here. Unless you want me to go through the archives while I’m here, Bruce? I have no idea what Tony had in his records, but I’m sure some of it pertains to me. I know I scared him a lot at the end.”

“Not as much as you think,” Bruce noted as he set down his tablet. “But that talk can wait for another day. Peter, Ned…what are you doing?”

By now Ned was tapping away at a computer console at one of the desks, and soon your file was popping up on holoscreens around the lab. “Uhm, I didn’t mean to do that. I was looking at your scans. And I probably shouldn’t have been doing that either, but I’m the guy in the chair for Spider-Man, so…” he added as he motioned to the place he was sitting.

The questions started to fly after that. Keeping track of who asked what seemed a bit ridiculous at this point, so you didn't even try.

“You fought Rasputin?”

“What was Howard Stark really like?”

“What do you mean you don’t like chili dogs?”

“Who is Scáthach anyway?”

“Are there really Nephilim warriors running around?”

“What exactly is The Rift, and why can’t we go there?”

“You had a brother who was a vampire?”

“Hey!” you shouted as you banged your hand on one of the desks. “Could you all slow down please? Now…”

You took a deep breath as you tried to answer all the questions thrown at you.

“Yes, I was involved in one of the initial attempts to kill Rasputin. The bastard was hard to kill, but I was not involved in his final demise. We tried poison. He shrugged it off like water.”

This was going to take longer than you had hoped, but you pressed on anyway.

“Howard Stark was brilliant and funny, but the loss of Steve Rogers broke his spirit in many ways. That is one reason he and Peggy went on to form SHIELD. They were both trying to fill holes in their lives and honor someone who meant the world to them. Same as me with both Steve and Bucky back then.”

Then the thought of chili dogs started to make you hungry, so the first thing you planned to do in Delacroix was find food ASAP.

“I love chili, but I am not a fan of putting it on hot dogs. Not really that big a deal, right? Not a fan of sauerkraut either. Just a personal preference. Like Wong’s love of tuna melts. For the record, I like relish, yellow mustard and ketchup on my franks.”

And the history question up next brought back many memories of your teenage years.

“Now, Scáthach was a Scottish warrior, a dear friend and one of my trainers way, way, way back in the day. She usually only trained men. She made an exception in my case. My mamo, my grandmother that is, Siofra pulled a lot of strings to get her as my trainer. My mother Kennis hated the idea. Mama and Mamo did not see eye to eye very often.”

Next you had to deal with the War Host of Heaven and their earthly children. This was going to get weird fast.

“As the literal children of Heaven, Nephilim warriors travel in the shadows, and you would more than likely see them fighting demons than walking amongst us. As for The Rift, yes, I have worked with them there. Unless you are blessed for battle, a mortal cannot enter The Rift. Asgardians can fight there, though, so yes, I fought at Thor and Loki’s side there. It is the space between worlds. Think of it as the buffer zone between here and another, not so pleasant dimension.”

And finally you got to your brother, the best dancer of your clan and the one who always knew how to lift your spirits.

“My brother Ewan was turned in the early 1800s by a Norse vampire named Alrik. Ewan was the second youngest of my brothers. He was able to transform himself into emerald mist instead of a bat. That was his element of surprise. He was staked during a battle in The Rift. Goddess, I miss seeing him here. I miss all my siblings. Now, with all that out of the way…”

You walked over to Ned’s seat and looked over his shoulder. “Ned, it was an accident. Don’t worry about it. But next time, ask Dr. Banner before you start tapping keypads, OK?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ned replied, but you quickly put your hand on his shoulder.

“Kari is fine,” you said as you started to transform your uniform to something a bit more common for the likes of Delacroix. “Bruce, Wong, I better scoot,” you said as you started to open a portal away from everyone else. “Katy, Shang-Chi, I'll be in touch as soon as this mess with the Flag Smashers is finished. I am a text or call away for any of you. I promise. Sam was worried that those Flag Smasher operatives might go after his sister and nephews. I can’t let them be in the line of fire, and I know Sam might not get down there too fast. He’s likely getting a lift from the Air Force, and we all know portals are faster,” you said as you stepped through onto the green grass outside the Wilson house in Delacroix.

As the portal started to close, you didn’t pay much attention to what was going on in the lab anymore, but you did hear one question that made you freeze for a moment.

You glanced back to see Peter and Ned looking at a hologram, and then the words left Peter’s mouth as the portal closed.

“Who is Cailleach?”

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Reflect :3

Send REFLECT for me to explain a traumatic event in my muses’s past and talk about their perception of events, which parts have stayed with them longest and how it affects them now. ( sender can request specific scenes/backstory )

Oooo look, we’re testing the new meme banner. I fully expect it to be pixelated as I’m on mobile, but let’s give it a go anyway. 😂 Also I’m writing this at an ungodly hour, so if you see typos shhhhhhh no you don’t. 👀

Now then, let’s talk about the hunter incident! CW: knives, blood, blood letting, and a near death experience.

She doesn’t remember what led to her being knocked out, just coming to in an unfamiliar place with people she didn’t recognise and a pounding headache. The groggy state she was in left her unable to fight back even with her powers, and so she tried to talk her way out of the confusing situation she’d found herself in, telling them that they had obviously made a mistake. She was a hunter too, she hadn’t hurt anyone. That argument became a lot less convincing when they forced her eyes to change with demon blood, confirming to them that they had the right person.

Well… shit.

Tyler had of course met hunters who were absolute assholes before, and had been in a few physical altercations with them here and there. But this was the first time she’d encountered one like him. The one who actually did the cutting. He wasn’t just working, he was enjoying himself. He enjoyed telling her what he was going to do. He enjoyed telling her that her powerful blood was worth more to him than her life. And most of all the sadistic fuck was enjoying the slow death of someone who couldn’t defend themselves. That was one of the worst parts: the helplessness. Not even being able to go down with a fight.

A not-so-fun fact Ty learned: a dull knife hurts more than a sharp one. A sharp knife slices through things easily, but the more blunt the blade is the more pressure is needed to use it. A lot more damage is done to the surrounding tissue as it tears it’s way through rather than making a clean cut.

The wound ran the length of her forearm. She would have bled out in no time at all had it not been for the rope that secured her to her seat. The painfully tight way her arm was tied to the arm of the chair actually slowed the blood flow, rather like a tourniquet, and gave her plenty of time to listen to the awful sound of her blood slowly draining into the bucket underneath. Plenty of time to feel how her heart rate changed and the how the cold began to creep in.

She might have been convinced to view this guy as just a bad apple if it hadn’t been for the other two who were with him. They did absolutely nothing. Trying to appeal to them was useless. They ignored her entirely, as though she wasn’t screaming her damn head off. The only time they reacted was when she nearly toppled the chair in her struggling, one of them catching it before she could fall backwards. They didn’t even seem phased by the behaviour of the man who’d cut her, as if it were just a regular work day for them. Which along with the trauma of it all, made her genuinely pissed off at them on a professional level, something that makes me just 🤦‍♀️. Tyler. Honey. Please. Priorities.

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When she had to kill something she at least tried to make it quick, to not let whatever it was linger in pain and fear. That was the way the job was supposed to be done. The hunters who had targeted her had shown no such consideration. Even the ‘professional’ two had seemingly missed the memo on that bit of common decency. Assholes.

And to be fair, she isn’t wrong. If it had been about protecting people from what she was they could’ve killed her while she was unconscious. Waiting until she was awake and aware of what was happening to her was a tremendously cruel thing to do, really adding insult to injury attempted murder.

When it comes to her rescue, Tyler remembers very little of what occurred. She wasn’t conscious enough to fully understand what was happening by that point. She doesn’t remember that she called Mel’s name, just that everything suddenly got very loud. The very last thing she recalls are warm hands on her face and arm. After that there’s nothing until she woke up with an IV attached to one hand and Mel holding the other.

The physical injury didn’t take nearly as long to recover from as the emotional impact. She hadn’t even known what she was herself for very long when this this happened, still reeling from that revelation when this whole new bucket of ‘what the fuck’ was dumped right on top of it all. She was a mess, and is still traumatised by the event to this day. Though Mel assured her that they were dead, she was nervous and skittish for weeks, extremely unwilling to be around anyone but Mel. Just one of many times she’s clung to her adopted sister like a life preserver.

Understandably this was the start of her distrust of hunters. Later events and attempts on Mel’s life only solidified her opinion that hunters themselves are far more dangerous than most of the things they hunt. She began to pull away from that whole community, distancing herself as much as possible from her old contacts in fear that her new family could get hurt, as well as the fear of anyone else finding out what she was. By the time she went missing there were only a handful of people she still kept in contact with.

The scar on her forearm remains a sensitive issue. She hates letting people see it. The other ones she has dotted around her body (some from childhood mischief, the rest from adult idiocy) she is not concerned about hiding, but she still will not go out in public without long sleeves. She doesn’t hide it from Mel, but allowing it to be visible around Eli took quite some time. Even with Killian it was far from easy, the first few times he touched it unexpectedly she became very jumpy.

#because the retcon means Mel rescued her solo I thought this one would be a good one to do.#badassxqueue #about ty #*answered

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remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae / @eerieedits for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok part 2: distance learning drabbles; 01

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“Tomorrow morning, same time at 9AM. Remember to have your reports alphabetized and itemized,” your supervisor says, but the only thing you can focus on is the abnormal amount of bonsai plants in his living room.

“Alright now it’s time for the union to talk COVID protocol,” you frown when Mr. Kim moves ownership of the Zoom call to your union rep, who pulls up a Powerpoint. You feel your eyes burn at the sight: an itinerary containing over thirty-eight slides.

“For fuck’s sake—”

You so desperately want to turn off the camera and flop in your bed. Since working remotely you haven’t been operating in the most ideal of workspaces. You live in a one-room apartment with a communal kitchen downstairs, so you really only have four square meters to stretch your limbs around between breaks. You’ve pushed your bed aside and shoved an office chair between the bed and the wall, leaving you to squirm between ten centimeters of space. You have no desk because well, the little rectangle space is prioritized for your portable stove and meals.

The meeting drones on for another hour, until your brain melts to liquid and your limbs feel like Jell-O. Furthering your anxiety as they talk about protocol that never ends up happening, delays that continue to pile up, and the anger that’s been bubbling between the higher ups and little goldfish employees like you.

When you finally shut off the camera and fling your laptop under the bed, you still feel unsettled. Probably because your work life and home life have merged together, and it’s hard for you to separate work and pleasure.

Speaking of pleasure.

Your hand blindly reaches under your bed, looking for the pretty pink oval you purchased last week. Cleaned and ready to use, the little remote-controlled vibrator sits plainly in your palm.

Needless to stay you’ve been in a bit of a dry spot these past few months. With a fear to go out and meet someone new, you’ve been left with yourself and your fantasies. That’s fine, but lately your old vibrator isn’t cutting it. It’s unfortunate, you think you’re messing up your libido by buying toy after toy, but you’re horny and lonely.

Linking your phone’s app to the remote, you ignore the messages that have been beeping your feed since early morning.

[11:21] Jeon: let’s do lunch!

[11:23] Jeon: hehe i feel like i belong in mean girls. Do lunch💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️

[2:20] Jeon: u loozer. Come eat dinner with us upstairs @6

[2:24] Jeon: dropping off a snack for u

Another element of feeling horny and lonely? Jeon Jungkook.

You two shouldn’t have even met each other. You live off crumbs on the first floor while he and his roommates are livin’ it up on top in the penthouse. One day a few months ago he crashed into you while working out, having run up and down the whole flight of stairs at least three times before deciding to collapse on you between the second and first floor.

Despite the black mask that hugged his sharp jawline, you had felt nothing but attractiveness ooze off of him. Under his hoodie was nothing but curved muscle. He smelled so soft and sweet despite the fact that he was damp with sweat.

The rest is history. After that day he seemed to show up everywhere, jogging more prominently on your floor and doing exercises at your level’s gym. He says he likes you, likes your company. He’s wormed his way intermittently, whether he’s seeing you struggle with an armful of groceries or when he hears you screaming over an Among Us match (according to Jungkook, the walls are thinner on the bottom floors.)

The idea of Jungkook doting on you doubly frustrates you. He seemingly appears as the perfect man, unaffected by the stresses of the world. Jungkook’s job lets him work from home anyway, and he definitely had enough room in the penthouse for his own office. He works out, probably has a girlfriend and enough friends for you to gradually phase out of this weird neighbor interest.

So you ignore his seemingly harmless messages, focusing on getting the settings right on the vibrator. You feel your pussy jolt a little in excitement, watching the silver and pearl pink oval shake in your grasp. You smile a bit to yourself, immediately finding your iPad for your favorite videos and some pillows to support your back.

Half an hour later however, that excitement soon goes sour.

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, frustrated tears streaming down your face, “fuck fuck fuck!”

This isn’t a set of explicatives out of pleasure, unfortunately.

No matter what you do, you won’t cum. You can’t cum. Barely wet, hardly a drop glossing your folds. You don’t even want to bother getting out the lube at this point because you are so disappointed.

The vibrator is going at the highest setting, one that your neighbors can probably hear if they were home at this time of the day. You cease to care at this point, because the job is undone because you haven’t come undone.

You don’t know why this is happening. Maybe it’s because you’ve had the liberty to touch yourself in complete silence, now that your neighbors have been confined to their homes indefinitely. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve relied only on your touch, that your body is tired of the monotony and needs more.

You bang the heels of your feet against your flimsy mattress, feeling whiny and utterly dissatisfied. Pulling the vibrator from your clit, you glare at the infuriating toy.

“You’re supposed to be helping me out of my dry spell,” you chastise, throwing the toy across the bed, sliding onto the carpet, “I get you’re not Jeon’s dick, but you gotta help a sister out.”

With a sigh, you fall into a bout of exhaustion. Not from a round of orgasms, but from the week’s stress and no way to let it out.

You wake up bleary and disoriented, practically melding through the mattress. The sky is pink and blue, washed in a sea of corals and purples. It comes from the incessant banging.

“Stop it,” you whine more to yourself than whoever dares to disturb your sleep, pulling up your panties and a pair of navy dolphin-trim shorts. “Whoever you are I’m comin’ so stop!”

Swinging the door open in two strides you’re met with a chipper Jeon Jungkook; looking all cute and sweet in his big hoodie and smelling like a rosebud.

“It’s 6:30,” he narrows his eyes playfully at you, “dinner’s in the oven.”

“You left your oven on,” you deadpan, turning around to grimace at the mess that’s your one-room apartment.

“Yes, so we have exactly ten minutes before my kitchen explodes in flames,” Jungkook chirps, closing the door behind you.

You don’t even bother to tell him to excuse the mess, ignore the pile of bras hanging on your vanity and the unpacked groceries that sit at the edge of your mini-fridge. It’s far too late to salvage your dignity and Jungkook’s too damn polite to call you out on your state of slob. Although, as you pull out a bottle of wine tucked in the back of your fridge you blurt, “I can hear your fingers tingling to clean up my mess.”

When you turn around Jungkook stuffs his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie, supposedly to stop himself from cleaning up. With a pout he says, “Can’t help it, Jimin says I’m currently manifesting a strong display of Virgo energy this month. Whatever that means.”

Jabbing your feet in a pair of slides you follow Jungkook out the door. The hallways are quiet and barren, yet the silence isn’t suffocating as you two pile into the elevator. Jungkook opens the keypad underneath the regular boring buttons, revealing a sleek little set of light-up buttons that have the code to the penthouse. Faaaannnnccy.

“Tryna look?” he jokes, cupping his hands to block your vision.

You scoff, “I’m sure it’s something easy like 0000.”

“You’re wrong. It’s 1234,” he replies cheekily.

The door dings open and you’re met with yet another door. Jungkook presses his thumb to the biometric scanner, and a pleasant ringer tings in response.

The penthouse smells like a mix of tonight’s dinner, savory, combined with a cinnamon apple candle. Jungkook is a fan of scented candles, ever since he got a whiff of your lavender vanilla burner.

“Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, more out of your own anxiousness than anything. Taehyung’s your buffer, the hyper roommate being someone to distract you from Jungkook’s incessant aura.

“Dunno,” he shrugs, flicking on the oven light to peer inside. You see the telltale signs of a mean lasagna, the shredded cheese on top crisping to a delicious-looking golden brown, “anyway, you’re my friend first.”

As grotesque as it sounds, Jungkook always finds his way to worm his way under your skin and find homage there. “Possessive much?” you quirk a brow, folding your arms over your chest even though there’s nothing to hide.

“What can I say,” Jungkook’s legs stretch out as he squats down to your level, “I really fell for you.”

“Gross,” you try to convince yourself, ignoring the thudding in your chest, “you technically fell on me, weirdo.”

Dinner is a quick affair. He cuts slices of lasagna and brings it to the couch, where you’re pouring glasses of wine in crystal glasses. They’re so clean and shiny you can see your reflection in the gold liquid. You grimace at the bottle, normally this would be poured in a mug or your sippy cup, tonight your liquid’s getting a high-end pour.

You two pull up an old anime to fill up the room, but most of it is spent in playful banter. Jungkook prattles on about his day, showing you all the cool updates he’s achieved during work. An app developer. A very on-brand, lucrative job for him. You love your job but it isn’t nearly as exciting as Jungkook’s, so you just let yourself be supportive and ask questions when needed.

When the subject of you comes up, you shake your head and stuff your face with another cut of al dente pasta.

“Not interestin’ Jeon,” you mumble, groaning at how delicious his cooking is. What can’t he do? “Is this oregano? Is the secret ingredient toasted oregano—”

“You’re deflecting.”

Your shoulders slump, “I’m not very interesting, I tell you everything I do during the week and nothing has changed since March.”

“Oh, not everything,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. You furrow your brows as his hands stuff themselves in his hoodie pocket. Is he upset you won’t tell him about your work stress? “And you’re very interesting, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah?” a small smile tugs on your lips. You sink further into his cottonball of a couch, feeling utterly soft and meldable at his words.

“Very,” Jungkook gets up from the couch, looking down at you, “want something sweet?”

The prospect of dessert has you excited. Jungkook really is the perfect man, so kind and knows exactly when you’re craving something for your sweet tooth. You move to get up, only for you to sink further between the two large cushions of the loveseat. “Help me, ’m stuck,” you pout.

Jungkook giggles, and holds out his palm, “Hand,” he says simply.

You immediately reach for his larger palm, and you gasp when you feel something cold and soft touch your palm. As if you’ve been burned, you tug your hand back. But Jungkook’s hand is massive, the large ink-painted palm curling around your own, and it’s almost painful the way he clutches your hand so fiercely.

When he’s sure you’re not going to drop it, he releases your hand.

Nestled in your palm, is the new vibrator you left on the carpet this afternoon.

“Jeon,” you laugh tonelessly, hating the way Jungkook’s neutral expression mocks you, “you found my USB? Thanks, I know—”

“Know that you’re having a hard time coming?” Carefully extracting your plate from your lap, he places it on the coffee table before Jungkook cages you between the couch. You shrink further into the plush seat, “I tried being a good neighbor, but you didn’t answer my texts. I heard you when I tried dropping off some snacks before dinner. Didn’t know you were into toys.”

“Oh, c’mon Jeon. It’s 2020 and we’re confined,” well, in this scenario you’re confined, “everyone has a sex toy.”

“Hm, I don’t have one,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, pretending to be deep in thought, “so, can you be my toy?”

Fuck.

It’s then that you feel the tell-tale signs of arousal. Your eyes widen, innocently surprised at the fact that Jeon Jungkook contained so much power in so few words. You snap your legs shut immediately, sealing any possibility of you dripping down your panties.

“I heard how disappointed you were, doll,” his arms have no problems as he bends down so he’s eye-level with your crotch, “it was pathetic, really. You couldn’t even cum on your own? You need someone to help you?”

“N-no,” you cross your arms defensively, frowning, “you–you’re being mean, Jeon.”

“And what, you’re gonna cry about it?” Jungkook smirks, now sitting on his knees. His hands run over the velvety fabric of the couch, making a beeline for your thighs. Gooseflesh rises to the surface, and he immediately presses down to iron out the little bumps that travel across your skin, “I do wanna make you cry, but not because you can’t cum. You’ll cry because of how good I’m gonna make you feel.”

You gape, clutching the vibrator in your hand.

A little bit of your sweet, cute Jungkook resurfaces, softening when he notices your lack of response, “If you’ll let me, of course.”

You finally drag the words from your throat, “I-it’s been a long time since I’ve… been with someone.”

He tilts his head, “Same here. I just figured we could break that spell together.”

What are you going to say? No? A dishonor to your sexuality, that would be. Jungkook’s offering himself up on a silver platter, and even though you do wish it was a little more you’ll take the sex.

You nod, forgetting to speak again. Jungkook chuckles.

“I want to hear you say it, doll.”

Doll. Like you’re his little fucktoy, malleable and bendable to all his whims. Fuck, why is that so hot to you? “Yes, I want to have sex with you,” you declare, your voice sounding more breathy than confident, “a-and, you can be mean. If you want.”

His thumbs press little light indents in your skin, over and over as if fascinated by the way your skin is so soft and gummy in his grip. “Okay,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to pull out his phone, jabbing a few things that you don’t see, “let’s do a little test drive, then.”

In seconds, the little egg vibrates in your touch. He puts it on the lowest setting, a soft buzz echoing in the large living room, then at a bruising pace that forces you to curl your fingers around it otherwise it’d fall. Your eyes flicker over to Jungkook’s, who’s focusing entirely on the way the pink and silver egg moves, dilated in interest.

“Fuck, and you thought this thing was broken?” he asks, taking it out of your palm and turning off the app.

“Maybe I’m the broken one,” you admit softly, wringing your shirt.

Silence seeps. Jungkook looks at you, brows furrowed as if he’s annoyed. “Don’t ever say that,” when you don’t respond, he grabs your chin, and you gasp when he forces you to look at him, “you’re not broken, doll. Everyone’s body is different, and we’re going to discover yours together. Got it?”

“Y-yes,” you reply immediately, mesmerized by his seriousness.

“Good,” he slaps the vibrator back in your palm, “and in case you’re wondering, this goes inside.”

“I know how it works,” you scowl, “but won’t you show me, just in case?”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook gets up for good, piling the dishes in his arms and walking to the sink. You immediately miss his warmth, “but I think patience is a virtue. I have a developer meeting with some clients in America a little bit, actually. So just wait for my call, yeah?”

You frown, looking down at the vibrator in your hands. How much longer would you have to wait?

It happens at exactly three in the afternoon the next day, at the start of your staff meeting. You’re so tired of the same information being thrown back and forth, coupled with Brian and Jae having to fight over some mundane subject in the itinerary that no one cares about. For goodness sake, it’s Friday! What else would you possibly need to be meeting about?

You’re wearing a button-down dress shirt on top, no pants on the bottom. Your bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, antsy. It’s been a long day at work and your back hurts, you’re half tempted to dip out of this meeting and hope no one notices.

Your phone buzzes on your bed, and you blanch.

[3:01] Jeon: thanks for waiting, doll. It’s time

[3:01] Jeon: put it in

Shamelessly, your vibrator sits next to your phone, cleaned and ready to go.

[3:02] Jeon: need help? Answer my call

Making sure that your Zoom call is muted, you quickly answer the incoming phone call. Jungkook and you say nothing at first, waiting. The phone just ticks with the amount of time passing, one minute, two minutes, and so on.

Mr. Kim drones unknowingly, “So when we do return to live instruction, expect a strict process when returning. PPE must be enforced so our response team will—”

“How wet were you last night when you went home?” Jungkook asks languidly, speaking over your boss’ voice.

Your eyes widen, flickering back and forth between the phone and the camera displaying Mr. Kim’s boring speech.

“Doll, are you hard of hearing?”

“N-no,” your lips barely move, eyes glued to the camera and plastering an expressionless face, “I heard you.”

“Then give me an answer,” he says patiently, “how wet were you?”

“Very wet.”

“Little more detail.”

“Soaking wet,” you flush, thankful that your work laptop can only stream in 360p. “I haven’t gotten that wet in such—such a long time. My pussy was practically clinging to my underwear when I washed up that night.”

A heady, heavy groan resonates through your phone. You feel that voice straight into your panties, jolting the nerves awake.

“Fuck, you have a way with words, don’t you?” Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, “c’mon, touch yourself for me. Swirl your fingers around your clit, slowly.”

It takes a second for you to position yourself, spreading your legs in a way that your coworkers don’t question why you’re moving so much. A quick scan over all the tired faces says that you’re okay. Shyly, you press your fingers against your clit, doing as he says.

“Oh,” you say more to yourself than him, feeling the wetness already coating your fingers. This is earlier than usual.

“What?”

“I’m already wet,” you say, amazed, “I haven’t gotten wet this quickly in a long time.”

He scoffs, “If you’re so wet now, shove it in.”

You frown. You did tell him to be mean. But the idea of him telling you what to do, giving you all the porn-worthy experiences to accomplish has you relenting. Discreetly grabbing the egg from the bed, you bring it down to your panties. Swirling the cold metal around your clit, you coat it in your juices.

It’s still a little too early to be putting anything in, but you can take it. Slowly relaxing, you slip the little egg in your pussy, wiggling it a little to make sure it’s secure. It’s a strange sort of pressure, and it pokes against your clit from the inside, but you enjoy the stretch.

“It’s in,” you reply softly.

“Good.”

You wait. You listen to Jae make yet another speech about the importance of masks and gloves, and then Brian has to interject and say that gloves are literally useless because they spread germs around no matter what. Even though everyone else is muted, you can practically feel the misery seeping through the screen. For a second you almost forget about Jungkook on the line. Why isn’t Mr. Kim stopping them? This is the thin line stopping you from the weekend, unbelievable!

“Eep!” you jolt in your cheap seat, the egg buzzing in your pussy. Your hands fly out, gripping the edges of your computer.

It hits different when Jungkook is in control. Knowing that with a flick of his thumb he can have you careening, whining for more or less depending on how hard he wants you go. Your folds hug the egg, nestling it a fleshy grip as it brushes against your clit the more you squirm.

“You look so pretty, trying so hard to hold in your moans,” Jungkook says wondrously from the other line.

“W-what?” you frown, “you can see me?”

And immediately, you go to your trackpad to fish between the hundred-and-one employees also in this call. At the very end, you see a very simple name with no mic or camera: Jeon JK. He’s here.

“Worked in IT, doll. Know a thing or two,” he says, “now, tell me. What are you thinking about right now?”

“Y-you,” you mumble shyly.

“So,” Mr. Kim finally ends that part of the meeting, thank goodness, “what’s everyone’s plans this weekend? I’m going apple picking with a couple of my friends from college. Hoseok is a bright bean who loves to take long walks—”

What the hell. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat, hyperaware that Jungkook’s watching your every move. You make glossy, stubborn eyes at the camera, trying not to move when he jacks up the vibrator to a higher setting.

Jae’s of course the next employee to unmute his microphone, “Well, me and the bae are going house hunting…”

“Fuck!” you cry, moving the computer to the left so you can pretend you’re picking up something. But in fact you're leaning your head against your mattress, frustrated. “I don’t fucking care about your weekend plans, Jae! Shut the fuck up! You wanna know my weekend plans?” Jungkook’s laughing at you from the other line, but it only spurs you on, “my plans are fucking my super hot neighbor! He’s a hundred times more interesting than you and he’s going to make me come a hundred times this weekend—oh fuck!”

Your fingers latch onto your panties, drawing random squiggles and letters between the fabric. You’re damp, soaked to the core. You need some sort of friction, a reprieve from this hellish week.

“You flatter me, doll,” Jungkook is definitely grinning through the phone, you can practically hear his shit-eating grin, “I think you deserve a reward. As soon as you put the camera back on your pretty face.”

Quickly, you sit up to put the camera on you again. Once again, the employees are in a daze, listening to whatever the next person gabs about their weekend. Even though you can’t really see it, you’re sure Jungkook has a 1080p camera upstairs that shows off your blotchy face. You moan a little bit, lips closed as the egg buzzes against your pussy lips.

“You’re so cute, doll,” Jungkook praises, “you look so professional, holding it in. What could I do to make you unravel? Hm, what if you imagined the taste of my cock on your lips? Fuck, I’d love to slap your cute little face with my cock, baby doll–”

“y/n?” Mr. Kim calls your name, and you freeze, “what about you? Any plans this weekend?”

Jungkook doesn’t sound angry that your boss has inadvertently cut him off. “Answer him, doll. Be a good little employee.”

Like a zombie, you move towards the unmute button. “I–I uh,” you shake your head, trying to formulate a coherent response, “I’m going on a date this weekend.”

Jungkook jacks up the vibrator to high, and your legs are shaking.

“Awh, a date!” Mr. Park unmutes himself, practically shoving the camera in his face, “how much do you like the lucky lad or lady?”

“I like him uh—ah—” you pretend to think, covering a hand over your mouth to hide the fact that you feel your orgasm fast approaching, “I like him a lot!” you finally blurt, “I’m, uh, really excited to see him.”

“Best of luck to you,” Mr. Kim says brightly, “so Jimin, any news on those investors you had dinner with this weekend? I heard a lot of positive things…”

You immediately mute your mic, and pretend to lag as you fumble around with the camera. Shoving the laptop to the side once more you groan into your sheets, “Fuck—fuck yes—” you moan, shaking your head as you dip your fingers into your panties. The vibrator still continues at its bruising pace, spurring you to a high you haven’t peaked to in months.

“Good job,” Jungkook says simply, “could barely notice that you have a little helper fiddling around your dripping pussy.”

“J-Jeon,” you cry, “I’m, ’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook eggs you on, “you’re gonna cum around that cute little vibrator? Gonna soak it in your juices?”

“W-wish it was your cock I was soaking,” you whisper truthfully, letting your orgasm take you at the thought. Your folds flutter around the vibrator, bringing you to a level of sensitivity you’ve only dreamt of, “Ah, yes, Jeon. It feels s-so good!”

“Yes baby,” Jungkook groans through the line, “feels good, huh?”

Mr. Kim interrupts for the last time, “And with that, I think our meeting is adjourned. Have a wonderful weekend! Stay safe and—”

You slam the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going up,” you mutter impatiently, already jabbing your feet in a pair of slippers and locking the door to your apartment behind you.

“I’m waiting,” he replies, eagerness trimming his voice.

“Password?” you ask quickly, jabbing the elevator door shut once you step inside. Thank goodness you’re alone, you think as you pull your dress shirt further down your ass.

“Did you forget already?” he teases, “I told you, it’s 1234.”

Thankfully, the doors zip you up straight to the penthouse. The connection is always a little spotty in elevators, and you sigh longingly when you feel the buzz jolt and leave it’s momentum, quickly losing its rhythm between your dripping folds. Once you get to the top and the elevator doors open the second door immediately swings open, revealing a soft but aroused-looking Jungkook. He looks fresh from the shower, absolutely radiant and delicious looking.

You don’t hesitate to run up to him, and Jungkook immediately cups his face in your hands, pressing his lips to yours.

You’re practically on your tippy-toes, and you squeak against his lips when he hooks his arms around your shoulders, immediately lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, not wanting to stop kissing him. He’s like the sweetest ambrosia, a taste you can’t get enough of.

The connection to your vibrator has resumed, and you can’t help but grind helplessly under Jungkook’s clothed abs as he carries the both of you to his bedroom.

“N-need you to fuck me,” you bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing quick kisses to his jawline, “I want you s-so badly.”

“Hello to you too,” he husks, shutting the bedroom door with his foot.

Jungkook drops you unceremoniously, and your limbs splay out on the fresh bedsheets of his feather-soft mattress.

“You look gorgeous like this, doll.” he sighs longingly, a hand going under your buttondown to press against your soaked panties. His hand lingers on the way your pussy moves in tandem with the vibrator.

“J-Jeon please I can’t take it—”

“Stop calling me that,” he snaps, hands leaving your skin.

You whine at the loss of contact, “Jeon, no. Jungkook. Kook, my Kook. Please, I need you.”

That gets him going. His pretty chocolate brown eyes zero in on you, and he immediately shucks off his shirt and sweatpants, “How much do you need me?” he asks, pulling out his phone and pressing some buttons, “how much do you need your Kook?”

The vibrator stops. You cry out in frustration, unsure if it’s because it’s off or because Jungkook’s taking too damn long. “I need you so much, Kook,” you warble with a pout, moving to undo the top buttons of your dress shirt to reveal your cleavage, “honey, you can have me all you want later today. I want you to slap my face with your dick, edge me until I cry, anything. I’m all yours, I’m your little doll. But please for now, I need to feel you inside me.”

“Say no more,” his lips latch onto your neck, and you sigh at the skin-to-skin contact. His hand fiddles under your shirt, clutching a breast and slapping it so hard it bounces back and forth, “fuck, you’re so pretty.”

His hand moves to your plain cotton panties, immediately shucking them off, “doll, you really are dripping,” he’s impressed, surprised when he has to untack the fabric from your glossy legs. He hangs the panties on his wooden headboard, a little ornament for him to jack off to later.

His fingers brush over your folds, wasting no time to slip the vibrator out. He holds it between your faces, forcing you to stare at the pearly substance that coats the entirety of the egg. “Mm, tasty tasty,” he cooes, pink tongue darting out to lick a long strip across the oval.

You tug him closer, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes a mixture of his own saliva and your arousal, and you grind helplessly against him. You feel how big his cock is, rock-hard and trying very diligently not to bust. He must have a crazy amount of control, and it drives you nuts.

“Kook,” you frown, bumping your crotch with his.

“Impatient, good thing I am too,” he shucks off his boxers while you unbutton the rest of your shirt, “knees and hands, doll.”

You don’t care how or what way he’ll take you. Fuck, he could bend you into an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and you’d comply.

Arching your back so your ass is in the air, you wiggle around, hoping he’ll take the bait. That’s when you sigh, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your wetness.

“Soaking my cock already, baby,” he says, “you’re so good to me.”

And finally, finally, he slips in. You don’t even care that it stretches you a little too far and too long, it’s been too damn long since you’ve had decent dick and Jungkooks far more than decent.

He goes at a quick pace, finally showing how impatient he’s been all this time. Your moans and groans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as he stretches your walls to the brim. You hold a pillow to your chest, feeling woozy at the way his fat cock stretches you out.

“F-fuck yeah,” the pace is hard, you practically feel it in your belly, and you love it. “You feel so fucking tight, baby,” he’s all up in your ear, kissing the lobe briefly, “I love the way you suck my cock back in.”

“Kook,” you press your ass back, “harder, please. I’m your little doll, right? Y-you can fuck me however you want, as hard as you want! Please, ah—! Use me!”

You cry out when he slips from your folds, immediately flipping you on your back. He wastes no time to wet his dick, lifting one leg over his shoulder to have you deeper. This position is far more intimate, and your noses are practically touching as he thrusts into you.

You can’t believe you’re in bed with Jeon Jungkook. This must be a dream, a really great, really long wet dream. You crumble in his grip, and you lift a shaky hand to run through his thick black strands.

“Why’d you make me wait so long?” you cry, staring right into his glittering eyes, “why couldn’t you come for me after your call last night?”

“Why’d I make you wait?” he grits, crushing the flesh between your hip bones so he can have more leverage to pound into you, “why did you make me wait? Since March, I’ve wanted you. I told you I liked you, told you I fell for you.”

“T-thought it was a joke,” you warble pathetically, breasts bouncing at his relentless rhythm.

“You think th-this is a joke?” for further emphasis, he glides slower, making you feel just how large and thick he is against your folds, “I want you, doll. Y-yeah, fu-fuck. Want to feed you every day, feed you lasagna, feed you with my cum, make you happy.”

“I—I want that too, Kook,” you’re a pile of pink mush, and you feel your eyes prick from the overwhelming emotions that have washed over both of you. “Sh-shit, Kook. I think, I think I’m gon’ cum again.”

“Good, you first,” his hand plays figure 8s with your precious pearl, seeping with arousal and coating his cock in delicious lubrication.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. You’re holding him as tight as you can, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around his cock. Jungkook cums shortly after, and you keen at the sensitivity when his hot cum coats your walls. “Baby doll,” he exhales, thrusting lazily. The both of you feel your combined arousal drip between the two of you, onto your skin and onto his sheets, “y-you’re amazing.”

His softened cock slips out of you, and his hands immediately reach over to swirl around the heady cream over your engorged pussy. You moan when he brings his fingers to your lips, “Open, doll.”

It tastes salty yet sweet, and you suckle around his finger with a cute little pop. Jungkook grins brightly, feeling like he won the lottery.

“Are my walls that thin?” you pout, pressing closer to him when he pulls the blankets to your chest.

“Very,” Jungkook nods with a chuckle, tucking the two of you in, “now get some rest, doll. You presented a lot of offers to me earlier, and I intend to go through with them.”

You smile into his chest, melty and feeling utterly sated.

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #btsghostie #kwritersworldnet #goldenclosetnet #bts smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook humor #bts fic #jungkook fic

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y0itsbri · 2 years

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Milk(ovich) & Cookies

Summary: A Gallagher family vacation AU with baker!Mickey

Prompt: a canon divergent first meeting of Ian and Mickey, where Mickey is the one pursuing Ian (basically gimme ALL the flirty Mickey you can muster)

For @abundanceofnots for the Gallavich Gift Exchange 2021 (@gallavichthings) 🎁

A thousand 'thank you's to my love @grumpymickmilk for the wonderful banner and all the support 💗

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"Gallaghers, line up! Everyone have their hats, coats, gloves, scarves, boots?"

The Gallagher kids stood in line in front of Fiona, frantically fumbling with each of their outfits to make sure they were appropriately bundled for the snow. Debbie held Liam's small hand while Fiona secured his hat's velcro strap under his chin. Carl kept trying to take off running towards the lodge, but Ian held a firm grip on his shoulder.

Fiona stepped back a couple paces, hands on her waist. "Alright, kids. Meet back at the room for dinner. You better come back in one piece or I will break you myself." She knelt down in front of Carl, taking his face in her hands, "And no creating weapons of mass destruction this winter vacation, got it?"

"No promises." Lip mumbled.

"Sounds good, Fi." Ian smiled, squeezing a half-promising smile out of Carl too.

"Great. Call me or Jimmy-Steve if you need anyone, but try not to need anything." She lifted Liam off the floor and settled him on her hip.

Debbie and Carl fucked off to god knows where to terrorize the locals. Lip was already well on his way to being plastered in the all-expenses-included lodge bar, whining to some chick about being in the off stage of his on-again-off-again relationship with Karen Jackson.

Ian, sober as ever, decided to make the most of his trip and take a stroll down Main Street. Rainbow Christmas lights were wrapped around the trunks of each tree, wreaths and metal snowflakes hung from streetlights, and each store took on their own festive identity.

He made note of an antique shop and a gift shop he wanted to visit before they left, but his heart (and stomach) was drawn to a bakery. 'Sweet Cheeks' was lit up in some retro font, an image of a chipmunk with full cheeks seemingly the mascot of the small business. Ian smiled.

Scents of cinnamon and ginger and other spices that Ian's nose wasn't able to distinguish swirled together in a delicious coziness. The warm lights from the store flooded out onto the pavement, daring him to escape the cold. He caved.

Inside the bakery, some indie music played over the speakers, a comfortable volume amongst the chatter and laughter coming from nearby tables.

"Can I help you?" A voice called from behind the counter, more amused than annoyed, as the seemingly permanent grumpy face would otherwise indicate. The guy raised an eyebrow at Ian, who was standing in the entrance like an oaf. Fuck, he was being embarrassing.

"Uh, yeah. Something smelled good when I was walking by. I want whatever that was."

As soon as it left his mouth, Ian knew that it wasn't the right thing to say.

"I mean, uh," he skimmed the menu as quickly as he could but it may have well been in a different language for all he knew. French maybe? Debbie had an 'all-things-Paris' phase a few years back, but he didn't know enough to get by.

"Cookies are on the house, man." The guy sniffed, cheeks pink from the warm lighting of the café.

Ian sighed in relief. "Yeah, that sounds great."

Ian threw a couple dollars in the tip jar and then headed out. It wasn't until he was a few stores down that he actually took a bite into the gingerbread cookie.

And fuck.

He was pretty sure it was the best damn cookie he's ever had.

Ian was no glutton, but he couldn't get that cookie out of his head all night. Before he went to bed, he googled 'Sweet Cheeks - Chicago' and hoped they posted their menu online.

They didn't.

"One iced coffee please." Ian leaned against the counter, already throwing a couple bucks into the tip jar as the same guy as before rang up his order. He was wearing a name tag upside. He tilted his head a bit to read it.

Mickey.

"You're back soon." Mickey smiled. It was a beautiful smile if Ian had ever seen one. Slightly crooked and his eyes crinkling with it, as if he was genuinely happy to see Ian.

"Couldn't stop thinking about that gingerbread cookie if we're being honest. Do you guys put crack in it or something?"

A couple patrons turned their head in shock, but Mickey laughed outright. Ian didn't think it was that funny, but he smiled anyways.

"Nah, man. Not this time."

This had Ian wondering -- Did they put crack in cookies? Was it like the same ballfield as pot in brownies? He bet Mickey would know more about it.

"What's your name, Red?"

"Uh, Ian."

"Sick, thanks, man. Coffee will be out soon."

A few moments later, Mickey had Ian's coffee out, complete with a cookie in a paper bag.

"It ain't a gingerbread, but I figured you'd still think this is cute as fuck."

Ian couldn't imagine calling a cookie cute, but when he saw what Mickey was referring to, yeah, it was cute as fuck. A sugar cookie with a penguin drawn onto it with that fancy icing.

"Thanks, Mickey." Ian shoved the cookie into his mouth in one bite as he nodded and headed towards the door.

"See ya, Red."

Ian couldn't help but wonder if Mickey's customer service was as amicable to everyone else or if he was just special. He didn't dare bring it up to Lip when he was in proper 'will-embarrass-little-brother-in-public' mode. Ian didn't need some baker thinking he was an arrogant piece of shit, even if he could be. But he still didn't need Mickey to know that. Or worse, get offended at the idea.

Yeah, it was better to stay quiet and enjoy his sweet treats.

Ian walked into Sweet Cheeks the next morning expecting Mickey behind the counter again, but was greeted with a dark-haired woman instead. Ian smiled when they locked eyes, but she immediately ducked into the back.

Weird.

By the time Ian made it to the counter, Mickey seemed to be arguing with the girl, but when he caught sight of Ian, his grumpy eyebrows softened and the tips of his ears almost seemed to flush.

"Uh, hey Mickey."

"Hi Ian."

The shop was pretty much empty this early in the morning. Ian had made sure to sneak out of the lodge before any of his siblings woke up. There was some drama going down and he did not want any part of that to ruin his good vibe streak.

"I'm starving. What's good to eat?"

"What? You not liking my cookies anymore?" Mickey teased. He knew damn well Ian was whipped to those sweet, sweet mounds of sugar.

Ian rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. I don't think a cookie shaped like a penguin is gonna sustain me throughout the day."

"What about a polar bear?"

Ian raised an eyebrow and Mickey cocked his head to the latest cookie display. Sure enough, bears with earmuffs lined the glass.

"Cute." Ian said, and he meant it.

"I'll get you some real food too, man, don't worry."

This had to be the least professional transaction that has ever occurred, but Ian trusted Mickey's judgement at this point, the man clearly a confectionary god. He turned to start up the little stove.

"How long're ya here for?"

"Chicago? I've lived here forever. But like we're just visiting this part because my sister's boyfriend's family is apparently rich as fuck and she has some dirt on him so we're here for free for winter break."

Mickey continued staring, the corner of his lips quipping up. Ian was rambling. The classic Gallagher-overshare.

"We're here until the end of December."

"Good to know."

"Why's that?" Ian played along.

"Like seeing your face around here." Mickey shrugged as if it wasn't the nicest thing anyone has said to Ian in... awhile. God, that's sad.

"Ditto." Ian smiled.

Family dinners were always chaotic, but somehow, the Gallaghers managed to up the ante when they were anywhere but home. Voices overlapped until Fiona had enough. One at a time, they were to share one thing they were thankful for. A special Gallagher rendition of a late Thanksgiving, since they don't really celebrate the real thing anymore.

"I'm thankful for you guys and my new laptop." Debbie grinned.

"I'm thankful for Debbie's laptop so I can look up-- ouch! What the fuck?!"

"Carl!"

When it came to Ian's turn, he only had one thought, which admittedly had been swarming his head ever since he stepped foot into the place to begin with.

"I'm thankful for the free cookies at Sweet Cheeks down on Main."

He expected everyone to nod and move on, so he was very much not prepared for the looks of confusion from about half his party.

"Uhhhh, am I missing something?" He finally wondered aloud.

Fiona spoke up. "That the Milkovich's bakery?"

Ian shrugged. Mickey seemed vaguely eastern European so he didn't deny the possibility.

"They never have free samples. Never have, never will. Not even Liam's cute pouty face did the trick."

Weird. Oh. Oh.

Ian's head was buzzing a million miles a minute. He didn't hear Lip's speech about how all women were manipulative monsters or the following argument that ensued.

Ian had a plan. He stormed into Sweet Cheeks, cash in hand.

"How much do I owe you?"

Mickey was startled out of a conversation with that same girl Ian had seen before. "Huh?"

"For the cookies?"

"Really, Red? Thought we went over this. On the house?"

"Yeah, but then why just me?"

Mickey's eyes softened a bit. "Wanted you to have 'em. I like the way your face lights up. Like giving a dog a bone or some shit."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Did you want to order something or did you just come here to shove money down my pants?"

Ian wasn't thinking about shoving his money there, but now that Mickey mentioned it, he couldn't imagine anything else.

"'Ey, eyes up here." Mickey smirked. Ian gulped.

"Coffee."

"Okay, great. What's your favorite candy, Ian?"

"Reece's?"

"Sweet."

Ian pondered that a bit. He settled on, "Yeah."

Carl was involved in some scam gone wrong. The Gallaghers got that shit under control, they always do, but it did result in Ian being late to the bakery. Like... a lot late. The front door was locked.

"Shit."

Ian slid against the glass door until his ass hit the pavement. He liked the feeling of being a regular somewhere. Especially somewhere where he felt like he actually had a friend.

Despite the cool lodge they got to stay in, Ian felt gross about the whole situation that led them here with Jimmy-Steve's dad. And staying in the man's lodge felt even ickier. Seeing Mickey at least reminded him that there was sweetness under all of this.

But tonight he let himself get a little tipsy, and in Ian Gallagher world, tipsy meant plastered. It was a thin line to balance that he still hadn't perfected. Probably never would.

"You freezin' your ass off?"

Mickey.

Ian felt his ass. Yeah, pretty cold.

"C'mon, let's get you inside."

Ian tried to lift himself up, but somehow ended up sliding even further down the door.

Ian heard a "fuck" coming from Mickey's direction and then small but sturdy hands lifting him to his feet and leaning him against Mickey's shorter frame to keep him upright.

He hadn't remembered getting this drunk.

Mickey unlocked the front door and ordered Ian to sit in one of the corner chairs while he flicked on a couple lamps and hooked up his phone to the surround speakers, a chill song playing, making Ian feel like he was floating.

Mickey sat across from Ian. "Wanna talk about it?"

Ian was coherent enough to be embarrassed about his current state, but he didn't know what else to do.

"Not tonight."

Mickey placed a palm on Ian's thigh, and gave it a comforting squeeze once, twice. He sighed.

"Wanna help me with this new recipe? Some chump I know likes Reece's peanut butter cups and I gotta make some cookies for tomorrow."

It took a moment to process.

"I'm the chump?"

Mickey looked at him with too much fondness in his eyes. "Yeah, man. Sure are. Legs up."

"Huh?" Ian mumbled, but complied.

Mickey pushed his rolling chair to the back of the bakery and through the doors to the main kitchen.

"Woah."

Mickey smirked. "What's the matter, chump? Never seen a kitchen before?"

Ian had seen a kitchen before. But something about this being The Kitchen that created the delicious cookies he consumed everyday, The Kitchen where Mickey apparently was in charge and in his element, thinking about what Ian of all people would enjoy. It was enough to make his heart beat out of his chest.

Mickey shoved a glass of water in his hand. "Drink this and look pretty."

Ian nodded lazily.

They chatted about mindless drama, high school horror stories, their favorite types of mac and cheese, the dog that Carl once brought home, the chronicles of Lip Gallagher and Karen Jackson.

Somewhere in the night, Ian's eyes began to linger on the way that Mickey's long-sleeve shirt clung to his waist and arms, the smudge of flour along the side of Mickey's nose and eyebrow where he had mindlessly scratched them. He was kinda really pretty.

"Staring pretty hard over there, bud. Don't wanna pull a muscle."

Ian shrugged. He was way past being embarrassed now. "Like what I see."

Mickey's cheeks grew pinker at that. "Is that so?"

"Mhm. Have for a while." Ian couldn't even blame the alcohol even if he wanted to at this point. He'd been sobering up nicely, his feelings only intensifying under the kitchen lights.

"Here," Mickey walked over, footsteps heavy against the floor. "Try this." Ian lost track of the batch number, but he couldn't wait to try. He opened his mouth for Mickey to feed him.

"Gross." Mickey grumbled.

But sure enough, Mickey placed a piece of cookie on his tongue, his thumb accidentally brushing Ian's bottom lip.

Ian chewed slowly, not breaking eye contact with Mickey the whole time.

Ian laid in bed that night... morning? whatever, thinking about Mickey. Mickey's kind eyes, Mickey's wit, Mickey's hands.

Ian smiled the whole way to the bakery, a grin playing on his face the whole time Mickey got his order ready.

Ian pulled out a cookie from the paper bag and shoved it whole in his mouth.

Huh. The ones they made last night didn't have icing. Shit, maybe he should have looked at it. Judging by the horrified expression on Mickey's face, yeah, he definitely should have looked at it.

"Was there icing on that one?" Ian asked dumbly.

Mickey paused, steadying his breath, "... Yeah."

Ian pawed around the rest of his bag. No more icing.

"Why don't the others have icing?"

Fuck.

"I was trying to be cute, but I forgot that you eat like a fucking stray dog."

Ian pouted.

"Stray dogs can be cute, man, I'm not denying that. But you just scarfed down my beautiful creation without a second thought. Nah, you don't deserve to know what it said."

"Oh c'mon Mickey," Ian whined. He had the puppy face down. He knew he did. It would only take Mickey a few seconds to cave.

He didn't.

"Lip, there's something seriously wrong with this guy!"

Lip took a drag on the cigarette they were sharing outside of the lodge. "Remind me again why you like him?"

Ian kicked Lip's shin. "It's serious, dude. The puppy eyes didn't work!"

Lip gasped in mock-horror. "Oh no! Someone alert the authorities! Maybe Ian Gallagher isn't as cute as he thought he was!"

"Oh, fuck you too, asshole." Ian made grabby fingers for the cigarette and Lip complied.

Ian leaned his head against the wall.

"Down bad, huh?"

"You could say that again."

"Have you like, I dunno, made a move yet?"

Ian considered. "What if he doesn't feel that way about me?"

Lip took the cigarette back and brought it to his lips. "Then we drink, brother."

Ian had gotten closer with the other baker at Sweet Cheeks over the last few weeks. He'd learned that her name was Mandy and that she was Mickey's little sister. If he couldn't guess it from the way that they looked nearly identical, then he could by the banter between them that could only be acceptable between siblings.

One afternoon, Ian was on babysitting duty, so he brought Liam and Debbie into Sweet Cheeks, planning to order them both a slice of pie. Mickey wasn't working, so Ian knew not to expect free cookies. Instead, Mandy greeted them at the counter, a beaming smile across her face.

"Hi Ian and friends!"

Debbie's eyes widened in awe. Unbeknownst to Ian, his little sister was having her queer awakening all thanks to the magnificent Mandy Milkovich.

"Hey Mandy! I have a favor."

Ian ushered his siblings to his favorite booth in the corner while he conspired with Mandy.

It was almost closing time at the bakery, which meant that Mickey would be in soon to prep the next day's batch of special cookies.

But Ian had a surprise of his own.

"'ey Gallagher, what're you doing here?" Mickey smirked, pleased with the way that he apparently had Ian wrapped around his fingers.

"Got something for ya."

Mickey frowned. "It ain't Christmas yet, right? Because I don't do that shit."

Ian rolled his eyes. "Nope, something better." Ian immediately regretted his choice in words, hoping he wasn't about to make a giant fool out of himself. He didn't know what he would do if he could never show his face in Sweet Cheeks again for the rest of his vacation. The cookies had a goddamn grip on him. And Mickey, too, of course. He was a close second.

Ian dragged Mickey through the bakery back to the kitchen, ignoring Mandy's knowing gaze and the blood that rushed to his cheeks and neck in response. Focus, Gallagher.

"I, uh, made you something."

Mickey's eyebrow did the cute quirk thing that Ian had grown to love and appreciate over the last few weeks.

"You did, huh?" Mickey sneakily peeked around behind Ian's shoulder, trying to see what all the fuss was about.

"Mhm." Ian's nerves were building. "Here." He handed Mickey a piece of paper and stepped aside to reveal two basic chocolate chip cookies with icing messily scribbling out 'yes' on one and 'no' on the other.

Mickey unfolded the paper, a smile growing on his face. He stood in front of the cookies, staring back at Ian like the goddamn tease he knew he was before picking up the cookie that said 'yes' and taking a bite.

His face scrunched up adorably but he managed to swallow.

Ian snuck up into his space. "For real?"

"Yes, Ian, of course I fuckin' like you."

"Oh."

"Oh." Mickey teased back. He placed a hand on Ian's hip. "Ya know, if anyone else was messing around in my kitchen behind my back, they'd be a smear on the pavement by now."

Ian could admire Mickey's ability to really paint a picture with words.

"Why do I get a pass?"

Mickey took a step closer, breath warm against Ian's neck before he felt soft lips pressing into his skin along with a stuttered breath coming from his throat.

"Does that answer your question, chump?"

Ian smiled, "Message a little unclear. Might wanna try again?"

"Mmm, dork." Mickey smiled into the kiss.

Bonus headcanon!

Once they're dating, Ian will post pictures of Mickey's sweet treats on his Instagram stories with dumbass captions like "Mmm the cookies aren't the only things I'm tasting tonight," and then Mickey makes him delete that shit and repost with a more acceptable comment. He's a businessman, Ian, put some respect on the name 😤🙄

Note: The name 'Sweet Cheeks' was an ode to how Mickey looks like a chipmunk when he drinks mixed with Fiona's nickname for Ian (sweet face) <3

Oh! Also important to note! The cookie that Ian ate without reading had Mickey's phone number on it written in icing </3 Poor boy was trying to make a move himself and it just did. not. land. sdhfkdsfsfsj Mandy gave him a hard time over that one.

#shameless #gallavich #gallavich gift exchange #gallavich gift exchange 2021 #GGE2021 #ian x mickey #my posts #shameless fanfiction #gallavich fanfic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #lip gallagher #carl gallagher #fiona gallagher #liam gallagher #debbie gallagher #holidays #food

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argisthebulwark · 3 years

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Abt Farkas getting mad? I always think abt it. Like one day he just loses it, he’s in The Bannered Mare just minding his business after a rough day trying to self-Medicare a bit and he gets called “stupid” one too many times

Suddenly whoever said that is getting their face bashed in repeatedly into the floor with his fist.

the only thing in my head right now is the church scene from kingsman. i wrote this listening to angry music from my emo phase so sorry it gets feely at the end.

content warnings: it’s violent. there’s blood and fist fighting and insults. please don’t read if blood/violence/fighting are issues for you

“Let’s leave the thinking to Vilkas, shall we?”

“Come on Farkas, we all have our strong suits. You should stick to what you know.”

Farkas can handle the comments most days. He can fake a laugh or a smile and move the conversation along as if nothing happened. He’s good at it. He’s been doing it for longer than he can remember. Vilkas is smart, Vilkas is the leader, Vilkas is the one to listen to.

Sometimes Farkas wonders if he’s good for anything more than swinging a sword.

His ale is getting dangerously low in his mug. His head feels lighter, like he’s let go of some of the bad thoughts weighing him down. Everyone has bad days. He’s seen Vilkas practicing with his sword and bow until the sun rose just to prove that his intelligence didn’t make him less of a physical threat.

“You need another?” The woman behind the counter smiles. Farkas knows he shouldn’t but it’s been so long since he’s been out of Jorrvaskr on his own. Vilkas or Aela usually accompanies him to the tavern but they’re both exhausted after tracking some rumored encampment of the Silver Hand.

“Why not?” Farkas shrugs, sliding a few coins across the bar. The woman pockets it and refills his mug, her smile faltering when the Bannered Mare’s bard plops himself into the seat beside Farkas.

“Saadia, be a dear and fetch me a drink?” The man’s voice is thick with unearned confidence. Farkas is surprised the man doesn’t flinch under her glare. The bard turns to Farkas, hand outstretched in greeting. “Name’s Mikael. Perhaps you’ve heard of me.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.” Farkas ignores the hand in favor of turning back to his own drink. The bard’s presence is already putting a damper on the good mood Farkas created for himself.

“You’re a Companion, aren’t you?” Mikael continues, winking at Saadia when she slams a tankard in front of him. "If it's a lady you're looking for, you best look elsewhere. Once Mikael gets them, they're got."

“Yeah you seem real smooth.” Farkas chuckles into his drink.

“Ah, that explains which Companion you are.” Mikael’s smug voice makes Farkas’ eye twitch. “The strong, stupid one.”

“You should watch your tongue.” Farkas clamps his hands onto the edge of the bar, muscles clenching as he resists the shivering rage that crawls up his spine. The beast blood is purring in his mind for him to tear the bard to shreds for his insolence, consequences be damned.

“Saadia love, make sure you count his coins. It appears the brother with the brain isn’t here to do the counting.”

The ringing in Farkas’s ears drowns out any reasonable thought. Before he knows what's happening his fist connects with Mikael’s jaw. There’s a satisfying crack and someone’s screaming in the background. He can’t stop. Farkas punches again, knuckles screaming when they smack into Mikael’s cheekbone. The rage and shame feels like it’s pounding inside of his skull with no way to get out. Every snide comment. Every time his opinion’s been overlooked. Every time someone spoke to Vilkas as he was Farkas’s guardian.

Mikael’s bar stool shatters when Farkas shoves him to the ground. Blood stains the wooden floors but he hits the bard again and again. The air is thick with the tang of blood. The beast in his mind urging him on, hit him harder, just a little bit more.

“Farkas?”

It feels like a bucket of cold water’s been poured on him. Farkas pauses and shame washes away the last bits of anger. He’s kneeling over a bloodied and shaking Mikael, fists sticky with the man’s blood. His chest is heaving, heartbeat pounding in his ears when he finally looks up.

He barely recognizes the person who spoke. It takes a moment before he remembers them - the new one. The one that Kodlak accepted despite their lack of training. Farkas sees the way they’re looking at him and wishes he had the capacity to thank them; there’s no pity, no concern, just confusion.

“Get out!” Hulda shrieks, spurring Farkas into action. “Get him out of here!” He stumbles his way toward the recruit. They grab his arm, helping to steer him through the front doors of the tavern.

He’s leaning on them. He doesn’t even know their name thanks to Vilkas calling them whelp and they saved him from whatever situation he’d gotten himself into. They’re shorter than him but sturdy enough to help him down the front steps. Farkas doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol or Mikael’s blood on his hands but the nausea hits him like a wall.

“I need to sit.” They don’t respond before dropping him into the scratchy lawn of the Bannered Mare. His vision is spinning when he stares up at the stars, sucking in deep breaths until he’s fairly sure he won’t vomit. The recruit falls into the grass beside him, their head resting on his arm. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” They laugh and Farkas finds that he likes the sound. “I would’ve done the same thing.”

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with Vilkas studying the history of the Companions or something?”

“He said I’m ‘better suited to a sword than a pen’. Whatever that means.”

“He says the same thing about me.” The words hit a sore spot in his heart but Farkas hears himself laugh.

“Maybe we should be stupid together more often.”

#farkas #skyrim #tes #anon #asks #writing #mild farkas/tld #i chose mikael because of the way he treats the women in whiterun #i have nothing against bards #violence/blood mention

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wreckofawriter · 4 years

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Best Not To Cry Over Spilled Milk

Pairing: James Potter x Sirius' twin!reader

Warnings: A shit ton of angst, a little swearing

Word Count: 3,779

Request: @rini-scallison: May I request something? If I may I would like to request something like not so perfect sister but instead it’s with Sirius as the brother (a twin if you may) and the reader is like the perfect daughter and Sirius hates her but she tries really hard for him to have a happy life and there’s a bunch of angst and stuff ! You can add a romance in there if you would like too ! Thank you!

A/n: Okay sooo I'm not sure if this is exscatly what the request was but it's how I interpreted it, I really like it at least, I hope you guys do to. I'm hoping to bang out my last few requests, I'm quarantined till April 12th sooo... (stay safe everyone, love you all <3)

Sirius liked to believe he was a pleasant person. At least for the most part, and considering his background, he thought he did pretty good. He may not have been an angel but he had good friends, he helped those around him and unless your name was Severus, he was usually kind. Usually. Unfortunatly there were two people in this world that could break his carefully crafted exterior in a matter of seconds. They both shared his name.

The first was his mother, someone who in all honesty he saw as less of a human and more of a grotesque creature from a child’s nightmare. In his mind, her black heels were replaced by sharp talons. Her long fingernails were claws of obsidian and her dark eyes had the ability to turn you to stone. She had spent her time in Sirius’ life diminishing him to nothing more than a clone of her terror as he tried to make himself anything but.

The second was a success story. The clone of his mother’s terror. His beloved twin, y/n Black or as many had taken to calling her recently; the Slytherin Queen. And boy was she. She followed every order dispatched to her, obeyed every demand, bowed before the monster that had raised her. She had kept on her blindfold her mother had placed on her the minute she had entered the world. Maybe it only took the twelve minutes which y/n had emerged before Sirius for her to fall under a spell which even the youngest black had started to break from.

Sirius was never sure what happened to you. You always sat with your back straight at the dinner table. You never complained about the corset which was always sinched too tight, you would just let your vision go dark from the lack of oxygen. And it completely infuriated him.

Sirius really wished he hadn’t cared when he had gotten the letter. He really wished he had thrown a party and done something stupid like set off fireworks in the common room. But he hadn’t. He had instead demolished an entire bottle of fire whiskey crying because, fuck it hurt to be tossed aside by the people who were supposed to love you most. The next morning he dragged you into an empty classroom hungover and still smelling of liquor and asked you what he fuck had happened.

You had told him you begged your mother not to, you told a sob story about a sad little argument in which you- the obvious victim -had fought for his place on the banner in your living room.

The truth had been very different, his mother had exposed the fact that it was indeed your idea to kick him from the family, that you were convinced he was a disgrace, nothing more than a bug to squash under your boot. He wished he could believe you not his monster. But he knew you. He knew you so goddamn well. You were his twin. His other half. He saw the way your eyes darted away from his own, you shifted on your feet, how you bit the inside of your cheek. You had lied. You had lied to him and he would never forgive you for it.

“And what is the M.O.M classification of the Phoenix?” Merrythought asked. Your hand shot in the air. “Ms. Black?”

“An XXXX professor, although it did not earn this rating from its aggression but only because so few wizards have been able to domesticate it.” You explained and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Correct Ms. Black, five points to Slytherin.” The teacher praised, you beamed still sitting straight as a board.

Sirius let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like the words ‘Kiss ass’ earning a few giggles from the surrounding students.

You pretended you didn’t hear him, hand tightening around your quill.

James watched as your knuckles went white, How did your brother still bother you? He wondered.

Sirius leaned back in the chair next to him mumbling something unnecessarily rude. James fought the urge to roll his eyes. When class was dismissed Sirius made a point to pass you as you packed up.

“You’ll make an excellent death eater sis.” He taunted and you paused for a moment but refused to comment.

Sirius left the classroom James followed risking a glance over this shoulder to see you being joined by a blonde boy and the Lestrange sisters. Sirius caught him looking and sneered, “A bunch of future murders. Fuckin’ assholes.”

“You know you could give her a rest, you haven’t even spoken in like a year,” James suggested.

Sirius scoffed, “And who’s fault is that?”

James shrugged, knowing the awnser.

“You know she’s ghosting Reg too?” Sirius glowered, “He always looked up to her too, I have no clue why, but he did. And now she won’t even talk to him.”

Remus and Peter joined the pair as they made their way into the Grand Hall.

“Talking about y/n?” Remus inferred.

“Hard not to when she’s such a bitch.”

James cringed at his friend’s choice of words. “I’m hungry, let's get some food.” He spoke attempting to change the topic.

“Why else would be in here?” Remus laughed.

James cracked a smile opening his mouth to speak but was cut off.

“Oh shit.” Sirius cussed.

“What did you do?” Remus sighed, rolling his eyes.

“I didn’t do anything but can you get me food and meet me in the common room, I may or may not be avoiding Marleen,” Sirius spoke ducking behind James.

“Sure, just get out of here, I really don’t want to hear her voice right now.” Peter cringed at the memory of being yelled at by the sharp toned girl.

“I’ll get food, you guys ditch,” James suggested. The other three agreed to leave the hall as the fourth grabbed four plates filling each and flicking his wand causing them to float in the air surrounding him.

James then made his way from the hall. As he turned out of the door he ran straight into someone, stumbling backward a bit he straightened his gaze to see you, your group of what he supposed were friends sneered at him.

“You guys go on, I’ll catch up.” You spoke, voice monotone.

They silently agreed, leaving you with the curly-haired boy who now pushed his glasses nervously up his nose.

“Hey Potter, I need to talk to you.” James would never admit he was scared of you but he did feel his heart leap to his throat at your words.

“What’s up?” He asked hoping you didn’t catch as the sentence wavered slightly.

You bit your lip glancing down at your feet before looking up to meet his gaze. “I wanted to thank you.”

That is not what he expected you to ask.

“I can’t even begin to say how relieved I am that you took Sirius in. Please thank your parents for me as well.” You seemed almost nervous, “I actually have something for you.”

James could not believe that the words you were saying were actually coming out of your mouth. He had expected you to cuss at him, call him a blood traitor amongst other names and then follow your friends into the hall. But you were thanking him instead.

You rummaged in your bag before removing a red box about the size of a wide bookmark. You held it out to the boy.

James stared at you half expecting you to break out laughing and reveal the joke.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You mumbled shoving the gift at his chest.

“Sorry.” James murmured opening the box eyes widening. Inside was a watch, a damn nice one. It looked to be at least plated with gold, if not solid. Its inside was a scarlet red with three different faces, one of which instead of showing roman numerals around the edge showed the phases of the moon. The strap was a reddish leather, clasp gold as well.

“Here, watch this.” You spoke stepping closer and carefully removing the watch from its velvet cushion. You held it delicately, pressing an almost invisible button on the side. In a flash two delicate golden wings erupted from the sides of the device and James realized in fascination that the watch now appeared to look like a snitch, you paid no mind flipping it over to reveal a small square gap on the back. “It’s enchanted with an undetectable extension charm so you can put just about anything in it.” You explained clicking the small button again.

James watched in marvel as the wings fluttered closed closing the gap seamlessly. “This is amazing y/n,” He whispered looking up at you only to realize you were centimeters away. He could feel your breath fan over his cheeks. It was cold and minty.

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for me.” You reasoned sliding the watch back into its case and stepping backward. “And before you say you can’t accept it remember that I have plenty of money.”

Those were going to be the next words out of his mouth.

“I have one more thing to ask you, James.” You seemed really nervous now, you hoisted the strap of your bag back up over your shoulder. “How’s Sirius? Is he okay?”

You had baffled him once again.

“I know I should be asking him that but ever since last year he would sooner light me on fire than have a civil conversation with me.” You sighed.

The Chaser stared at you, this is not how he thought your conversation would go.

“So is he okay?” You asked again, almost urgently.

“Yeah, he’s fine.” James assured you, “He’s a little moody but overall he’s good.”

“Have his panic attacks stopped?” You questioned.

James who had no clue he even got those nodded, “I think so.”

“Mental breakdowns?”

James ran his hands through his hair, “He gets them every once and awhile, Moony and I help him through though.”

You gave a weak smile and stepped forward wrapping your arms around his neck, placing your forehead on his chest. James froze, slowly letting his arms hold your waist, “I honestly can’t thank you enough. You’re a godsend Potter.” You mumbled. You stepped away a few seconds later crimson kissing your cheeks. “Don’t tell Siri we talked. He’ll be pissed.” And with that, you left.

James felt his heart hammer as he sucked in the air he didn’t realize he had stopped breathing. What just happened?

James had had a crush on you the second you locked eyes centuries ago on platform 9 and ¾. You were the main reason he had looked so long for a certain compartment. A compartment that contained a set of twins, one of which would become his best friend. You had always been very pretty, your strong attitude had aided in that conclusion as well. He thought you were going to be very good friends with him. That was until you were sorted into Slytherin and Sirius soon revealed his rivalry with you.

He had still harbored feelings for you, small ones he chose to ignore most of the time. He never told a soul, passing his feelings from girl to girl. He proved to be quite good at burying them. You also showed just how good you were at unearthing his secrets with a laugh, a wide smile or the save of a quaffle. The feeling of you in his arms rested in his mind for a long time. He dreamt of you, yearned to hold you again. You had smelt like caramel and cinnamon, you fit into his chest as a puzzle piece did to its neighbor. He really wished you hadn’t hugged him.

As your sixteenth birthday approached both twins appeared to be more and more on edge. James was dead set on throwing a massive party but Sirius didn’t seem into it. As the day loomed closer he got jumpy, almost paranoid; as if someone was going to lean out from behind him and throw a bag over his head before dragging him away.

James also began to notice your absences from classes. More and more often you were simply gone, not being anywhere for days before appearing out of nowhere. You always looked so pale when you got back from wherever you had gone, the circle under your eyes always looked darker. He had asked Sirius what was up but got nowhere, he would just lick his lips and say nothing was wrong. A blatant lie.

You disappeared four days before the 3rd and was gone the entire week. Sirius refused to go to classes that week as well, claiming to be sick, which was fair considering he looked white as a ghost most of the time.

When you finally returned it looked as if you had been kissed by a dementor. Your face was vacant of any color, your usually vibrant eyes looked pale, bags underneath them bruised brown.

Both James and Sirius simultaneously tried to convince themselves you just had a stomach bug, that your sunken cheeks were nothing to be concerned about. Both knew they were wrong.

Sirius found you easily. He knew you too well. You always snuck outside, even when you were younger you would always sneak to the park a few blocks away to escape your mother’s rage. Until you learned to play with fire rather than run from it.

He followed you to the greenhouse. You had always liked herbology.

You turned at the shuffle of feet to see your brother, he looked almost as terrible as you did.

“Did you do it?” He asked, his voice sounding so empty as muffled chirps of crickets flowed through the cold November air.

You refused to look up, You sat in the corner of the cold glass house, your knees pulled to your chest, eyes cast on your dress shoes.

“Did you really go through with it?” His voice cracked, he stumbled over his own feet.

You still didn’t answer. Tears had built so thickly in your eyes you couldn’t see. You blinked and they went cascading downwards, raindrops leaking off your chin.

“Answer me y/n!” Sirius cried through gritted teeth, tears of his own threatening to spill.

“We have to get Regulus out of that house.” You spoke so plainly it was hard to believe that the words had come from you. “Fuck Siri they have a new initiation ceremony. He can’t go through with that.”

“Shit y/n/n, what did you do?” His voice was a mix of disgust and despair.

“I don’t fucking know.” You answered honestly.

“Did you kill someone?” He hissed.

“I wish I did Siri, I really wish I did.”

Sirius dropped his shoulders a defeated sigh coming from his lips.

“We have to get him out soon Siri. He is so much more stubborn than you were too.” You whimpered. “I mean you practically disowned yourself, mom just needed a push with you.”

“Why did you give her that push?” Sirius gasped, “Why did you do that? I could have helped you.”

“I saved you, Sirius.” Your sentence broke in half, “I know you hate me for it but I saved you.”

Sirius wiped his eyes furiously, “How did you possibly save me y/n?” He seethed.

“What do you think mom would have done if you were still in that house four days ago?” You asked. You knew he already knew the answer.

“Why the fuck didn’t you save yourself?” Sirius hollered, “Why did you follow every rule she set? Every fucking order she gave you?”

“The Black family needed an heir.” You shrugged tongue darting out to collect a tear from the corner of your mouth. “I knew it had to be one of us, if not you or me then Reg.” you paused, “So I decided it would be me.”

“How? How could you possibly decide that?” Sirius sobbed now standing in front of you. You still didn’t look up.

“It was easier than you would think.” You chuckled darkly.

“It’s not fair y/n.” He stated, “We can still help you. Dumbledore will help, you can stay with James and me. Please y/n.”

“It’s too late and you know it.” You spoke, “Best not to cry over spilled milk.”

“But your life isn’t spilled milk!” Sirius shouted.

“Might as well be.” You shrugged finally meeting your brother’s eyes. They matched your own, puffy and red.

“How can you say that?” The boy spat, “It’s your fucking life!”

“Not anymore.” You sighed. “Look, Siri, in all honesty, I don’t give two fucks about my life right now, we have less than 13 months to find a way to get Regulus the fuck out of that house and then boom he turns 16 and none of this shit matters anymore. So stop worrying about me and start realizing we can still save him.”

Sirius had never felt so incredibly selfish before. You had given away your life for him and for Regulus. What had he given away? He had gotten the life he wanted while you would suffer for the rest of yours. And all you said was ‘It’s best not to cry over spilled milk.’ He suddenly remembered every jibe and comment he had said to you. You had done nothing but bite your tongue as he taunted the nightmare you lived him so he could bask in a daydream.

“I need you to start hanging out with him.” You mumbled, voice raw, “I have been avoiding him, hopefully, it will help. I’m gonna start making up lies about how his grades are slipping and he’s hanging out with mudbloods, maybe dating one.” You sighed, “Reg still wants to impress mom, I need you to get it into his mind how twisted she is. Make him hate her. Make him hate me too, use me as an example.” You paused, “Can you do that Siri?”

Sirius didn’t speak for a long time. You didn’t pressure him to. You stared straight ahead tears still leaking from your eyes.

“Yeah, I can do that.” Sirius finally spoke. He sounded half-dead, deflated. He sounded like you.

“Good.” You didn’t waste a second. You got to your feet wiping your tears and then you walked away.

James sprinted down the halls. He has his eyes peeled to the two names in the greenhouse. He made it free of the castle and saw a figure making their way towards him. He glanced down at the map and saw that it was you.

As he neared you he was finally able to drink in your appearance. Your eyes were bloodshot, you were attempting to dry never-ending teardrops, dragging your forearm repeatedly over your face. When you looked up at him his heart broke. Your bottom lip was shaking eyes so glassy it must have stung.

You dove into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and you began to cry. Your body jumped with sobs as James pulled you closer to him.

He forgot about everything but you as you nuzzled closer to him. He forgot about Sirius, about the tears soaking through his shirt and the dew that had dampened his robes. He only cared about you. You and the fact that you still smelt like caramel and cinnamon, you and your overly soft hair, you and your cold hands wrapped around him.

James nestled into your hair inhaling its intoxicating scent. He then hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you so your hands were wrapped around his neck. You understood and wrapped your legs around his waist your head becoming buried into his neck. He placed one hand under each of your thighs and began to carry you inside. As you made your way through the castle your tears began to slow, sobs turning to whimpers.

James felt his face bloom with deep red roses. His heart was thumping far too quickly. When he reached his destination he only had to pace twice before the door showed its self. The inside of the room was relatively the same as it always was except for the large brick fireplace and massive couch filled with large pillows.

The Chaser attempted to set you down on the couch but your firm grip on his neck and the legs wrapped around him forced him to follow downwards. A fresh blush coated his cheeks. You burrowed back into his embrace and it was quiet for a long time. The only noise coming from the crack of the fireplace and the sound of a faint wind blowing outside.

“Y/n what happened?” James finally asked and you pulled a bit away from him so you could look him in his eyes.

He looked so handsome, his deep chocolate brown eyes were wide with worry, only more magnified behind his round glasses. His cheeks were painted with poppies, his lips plush, and pink. His unruly thickly curled hair framed his face perfectly, a small strand falling between his eyes.

“You know I always had a thing for you.” You smiled weakly, “From the moment I saw you on the platform I thought you were the cutest thing I had ever laid eyes on.”

James wasn’t quite sure how to respond, he assumed he was dreaming.

“I never wanted to tell you, James, I never thought I would. But I need to.”

The room fell quiet again.

“Can I kiss you y/n?” James finally asked his heart near shattering.

You nodded slowly and he let his eyes flutter shut, yours doing the same as your lips gently met. The kiss was so fragile you were afraid it may break. He tasted like pumpkin juice, his tongue slipping into your mouth seconds before you pulled away.

“Y/n let me help you.” James pleaded as you swung your feet off of the couch, sitting upright as you mumbled ‘I shouldn’t have done that.’ quietly to yourself.

“Just.. take care of Siri for me.” You could feel tears beginning to climb back upwards.

James sat up beside you, “Y/n please.” He begged.

“It’s okay James.” You assured him with a watery smile. “You’ll get over it.”

“But y/n-”

You shushed him placing your pointer finger on his lips. He blinked a small tear falling down his flushed cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb.

“You’ll be okay James.” You paused standing swiftly, “Best not to cry over spilled milk.” You murmured over your shoulder as you left the room.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Inextricable

Summary: Will you fight back and try to give the people hurting you what they deserve?

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Characters: Bruce Banner, James Rhodes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Ofc’s

Warnings: angst, mention of abuse of power/physical abuse, mentions of drugs, protective/soft Alpha!Steve, traumatized omega, hurt & comfort, cuddling & snuggling, scenting, mentions of heat

A/N: Post Infinity War

Sequel to: Untamable

Steve watches you snuggle into his pillow, almost clinging to the cushion wearing his scent.

The people who locked you away tried to condition you with a new drug. While your mind works again, just like your sharp tongue your body still feels the drugs influencing your system. Bruce said you will feel the influence for a few more weeks, maybe even months.

“Tired,” you whine, teeth shattering again. “Cold…alpha.” You don’t recognize you used Steve’s presentation, but his heart fluttered for a moment. “Please.”

“What do you need, doll?” You smile at the pet name, looking at Steve, silently asking him to hold you as he did so often during your nightmares or only to warm you. “If you want me to warm you up, I’ll do so, Y/N.”

“Please, alpha,” you purr this time, nuzzling your cheek into the hand cupping your cheek. “Need you. You’re so warm.” The strong and independent woman in you would hate your behavior, but the wounded and vulnerable omega is seeking Steve’s closeness.

“I will ask Bruce and Tony to check your blood samples again,” you nod, reaching out for Steve. Only he gave you comfort and treated you like a human being in the last two years. It’s no surprise you cling to him.

“Cold,” demanding his closeness you tug at Steve’s wrist. “Can you stay?” Steve fights to keep the purrs in his throat but you heard the deep guttural sound leave his lips. “Alpha,” you snarl now pointing toward Steve’s usual spot.

“Wait, Doll,” he’s rounding the bed to lie on his side of the large bed. Steve barely has the time to lie down before you carefully crawl toward him to curl in his side. “I’m sorry for what they did to you, Y/N.” Steve hates that a strong woman, a fighter like you got reduced to a frightened girl.

“I hate how I feel, Steve,” you sniffle, hiding your face in the palms of your hands. “My instinct and mind fight a battle I can’t win. My body is fighting me too and I’m so confused.”

“I know,” he whispers, holding out his arms to let you decide if you want to lie on his chest. “Bruce and Tony will try anything to find out what kind of damage the drugs did to your metabolism, your physis and something I didn’t get,” Steve tries not to talk about the things Bruce told you this morning.

“You mean my stronger heat? That it could kill me next time it breaks?” you snuggle into Steve’s chest, sighing deeply when he wraps his arms around your body. “They wanted to condition me at all cost, I guess.”

“That’s,” Steve’s jaw ticks, his nostrils flare and you need to nuzzle his cheek to calm the angry alpha. “They wanted to force you to mate with any alpha. That’s…that’s…”

“Steve,” whispering his name you place one hand onto his racing heart. “I feel safe with you. Maybe it’s because you came into my room and didn’t hurt me or as you are a good man but,” purring you look at the hand on his heart, “I know you would never take advantage of me.”

“Doll, of course not,” he pants heavily, looking at you in his arms. “Please, I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do. I would hate myself for taking advantage of you, ‘mega.” Your presentation on his lips rather a purr than a word Steve covers your bodies with a warm blanket.

“You see, Bruce and doctor Cho, they said I will need an alpha taking care of me, maybe even claim me,” nervously chewing on your lower lip you look up at Steve, whining. “I want you to be that alpha.”

“Y/N,” Steve’s heart beats even faster when you lean over him to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I could never use you. I want you to choose a mate you love, the one you deserve.”

“I deserve you, alpha,” you hide your face in Steve’s neck, inhale his calming scent deeply before you speak again. “I want you, Steve. The moment you brought me out of this room I knew, you are different. If you don’t want me, want to claim me, I’ll understand.”

“It’s not like that, Y/N,” believing Steve only tries to shelter your feelings you push the tears away. “Doll, I’m not sure that you will be happy with me.”

“I get it, Steve. No one wants damaged goods. An alpha will always choose a healthy omega,” your voice cracks when you want to roll off Steve’s body.

“No, baby girl,” the new pet name makes your heart flutter and a warm feeling spreads through your belly. Steve cups your face, looking at you. “I want you, doll. Y/N, I would do anything to be your alpha. I wanted to give you a choice, that’s all.”

“I’ll always choose you, alpha…”

“So, check this. We dug a bit deeper,” Tony watches you curl on Steve’s lap, clinging to the alpha offering safety.

You got better over the last days, but your instinct still won’t let you leave Steve for longer than a few hours.

“Fill us in, Tony,” Steve looks at the monitor, a frown on his face. “The sanctuary? I thought we wanted to leave them alone. Sharon wasn’t there and according to Y/N the omegas seek shelter at this place on free terms.”

“We thought so too,” Bruce sighs deeply, glancing at you. “Let’s say Tony and F.R.I.D.A.Y. hacked into their system. According to the footage, Y/N was out cold most of the time, separated from the omegas. The ones she met already got conditioned, Steve.”

“What?” Lips quivering you look at the monitor, watching another woman scream for help, ramming her fists into the wall, just like you did during the first weeks. “I believed they are all happy. I told you to not intervene and now it’s my fault they suffered…”

“Doll, you didn’t know. Those people pumped you full of drugs, manipulated you for almost two years. How could you have known they tricked you, Y/N?” you nod, still, tears run down your cheeks. “It’s not your fault.”

“Natasha suggested to sneak in, get the omega on the footage out, and see if she knows more about the ‘sanctuary’. She came to this place a few weeks ago, so the girl can still remember most of what happened,” Tony explains, watching you cling to his friend. “We took blood samples of Sarah too. They didn’t get the chance to drug her yet.”

“Phase 1, food and warm clothes, protection, safety,” mumbling the words you look at Tony. “I guess she was in Phase 2, no food for a few days, changing of clothes only once a week. Isolation. Loud music in the middle of the night.”

“Exactly,” Natasha enters the room, a confused omega by her side. “Sarah confirmed the reason why she hit the wall with her fists was the music.”

“Will she tell us more?” Sarah nods, shyly glancing at you in Steve’s arms. “Don’t worry, Sarah. I’m Steve, this is Y/N, she was at the sanctuary too. You already met Tony, Natasha, and Bruce. Over there that’s Rhodey.” Steve speaks slow, using his soothing voice to calm the omega.

“Hi,” the scared omega chokes out. “I’m Sarah, thank you for saving me.” You sniffle at the bruises at her arm, hiding your face in Steve’s neck.

“This is my fault, Steve. If only I told you and the others to check on the sanctuary.”

“We did, darling,” Tony nods at Steve who tries to soothe you. “Bruce and I checked on the people behind the sanctuary, their organization, and how to infiltrate the building. We needed a plan to invade that place.”

“We should listen to Sarah before we come up with a plan, Tony. I think no one listened to Y/N, Sarah and the other omegas for a damn long time,” Natasha pulls a chair for Sarah, encourages her to tell the remaining Avengers her story.

“It’s a crime they forced you to stay! We should,” Clint grumbles. “Isn’t there anything we can do? There is no time to waste. They drugged Y/N, tortured Sarah. I bet the other omegas are no better.”

“The government will argue they did it to keep her safe, Clint,” Bruce argues. “We have to come up with more than two hurt omegas. You know how they like to hide things. Let’s make a plan, listen to Sarah, and smash faces later…”

“I saw what happened to the ‘rescued’ omegas firsthand, Mr. Barton,” Sarah’s voice trembles when she looks at you and Steve who has his hands on your back, subtle sniffing at your hair.

“Just Clint, we are all friends here,” Clint huffs, giving Sarah a grin. “What do you mean with firsthand?”

“A friend of mine, she was alone after he alpha got dusted. One day she decided to go to the sanctuary to feel safe,” all eyes are glued to Sarah when she wipes a few tears away.

“They found a new alpha, a strong one according to the guy in the suit. She was happy to have a mate who wants pups but he wanted a slave to use whenever he needed to put his knot into a hole. A few months later I found her on the street, half-dead, beaten up and bloody,” you look at your broken wrist, knowing you could’ve ended up like Sarah’s friend too.

“What happened? Did the guy punished?” Natasha gulps audibly watching Sarah’s face turn into a grimace of anger and disgust.

“Punished. Yes. The guy. No,” Sarah’s eyes sadden remembering the way the sanctuary treated her friend. “They sent her back to him unbeknownst by me. I left my friend at that place after they assured me they’ll take care of her.”

“I assume it did not end well,” sarcasm dripping from his lips Tony slam the fist into the wall when Sarah tells him the alpha killed her friend and that after she went to the police they captured her too. “They pretend to protect the omegas and hurt them instead or worse.”

Tony grits his teeth looking around the room. “Alright, we can’t undo what Thanos did, not yet. What we can do is go in there, free the omegas and kick some asses,” Tony grunts. “Let me check the blueprints and make a plan. We will strike soon…”

“What will happen after you freed the omegas? There is no place for them, not a safe one,” whispering the words you try to keep your eyes open.

“Tony has an idea or two, doll,” Steve whispers as you scoot closer to him on the couch. “You should sleep now, tomorrow we will explain the plan to you, promised.”

“Do you think the omegas will be happy we invade their safe place? I am still unsure if we will cause more damage than do any good this time,” while you let Steve’s words sink you shake your head.

“Anything is better than what happened to me, Sarah and her friend. Those men, they treat omegas like dolls they can play with. Even though there are omegas who did not get hurt or forced to stay at this place, we can’t let the others, like Sarah, suffer.” Nodding Steve brings you in his arms to carry you toward his bed.

“The others work on a plan; I will let you know when we are ready to strike. Sarah can stay at Natasha’s place for the time being. Tony said we will come up with a plan for the omegas after we freed them,” whilst you let Steve place you onto his bed you feel the pull getting stronger.

“Steve,” you whine, looking up at the tall alpha with glowing eyes, “I’m sorry but, I think my heat will break any minute,” you grasp for Steve, purring low in your throat. “I need you…”

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Bruce Banner x Female!Civilian!Reader: Oh My Dear [Ch. 6]

Summary: For [F Name] [L Name], Manhattan was nothing but a hellhole. She got out and wasn’t ever coming back. When a set of cut-rate superheroes tears the city apart, however, her grandmother sucks her back into that familiar life of loneliness and angry customers. Even worse, one of those superheroes has decided to use [Name] in another crazy plan to “help” his best friend. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Tony’s plan just might work-if only for a few months.

Challenge: “#1 AVENGERS ULTIMATE CHALLENGE!!!!“ by DancingBubbles on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (foul language; sexual references; manipulative friends who won’t take no for an answer; dead parents; difficult relationships with family members; some language that might border on verbal abuse from a family member; angst; contrived coincidences; a generally unresearched depiction of paraplegia; set post-Avengers (2012) and pre-Age of Ultron; Tony & Bruce friendship)

Pairings: Bruce Banner/Female!Reader; Tony Stark/Pepper Potts; Past!Bruce Banner/Betty Ross

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Chapter 6: Blind Date

Tony ended his call to you with a flourish just as the elevator at the other end of the room whooshed opened. What with the way you talked, one might think he was bothering you or something. And a landline? What time period did you live in? The middle ages? It was hard enough talking to people on the phone without being unable to see their face.

Pepper interrupted Tony’s train of thought by stepping out of the gaping elevator. For a moment, Tony perked up. Then he caught sight of the large stack of letters in her hands.

“Ugh,” Tony groaned, and flopped dramatically back on the couch. “Do we have to go through my fan mail today, Pepper? I’m really not in the mood.”

She answered with a question of her own. “Who were you talking to just now?” The letters remained tightly in Pepper’s hand as she drew nearer and sat herself on the couch next to him. “And of course we have to go through your fan mail. You know the mailman said he wouldn’t deliver any mail if he kept finding our box overflowing like that.”

“But we went through two-hundred letters yesterday!”

“Yes, and the mail came again today. It does that every day except Sunday, you see.”

“Why can’t we just send them all an autographed picture of my face? That’s all they want anyway.” It was true. As flattering as it was supposed to be that he was a big hero now, it got really tedious signing his name so many times. Much more quickly than Tony had expected, he might add.

“Not all of them.”

Tony threw an arm over his face. He didn’t even want to think about those other letters. “Pepper, let’s just not talk about all the illegitimate heir claims, okay?”

“You’re avoiding my question.” Damn, she was observant. Why had he gone out and got himself such an observant girlfriend again? Pepper sat the envelopes down on the glass coffee table and shifted so that one of her legs was beneath her. “Was that [F Name] [L Name]?”

Tony’s eye peeked out from beneath his arm. “Why?” The arm fell back into his lap as Tony smirked. “Are you jealous?”

Without waiting for an answer, Tony leaned over to kiss Pepper’s neck. She pushed him away, though a smile remained on her face. Buzz kill. “No, I’m worried that you’re setting up a date even though Bruce specifically asked you not to.”

He shrugged her off and leaned forward to snatch the letters off the table. The rubber band binding them pulled away with a sharp snap. “He doesn’t know what’s good for him.”

“Oh, and you do? Mister I-Don’t-Need-Anyone-Else?”

“Hey, I’ll thank you to remember that I’m over that little phase.”

“Sure, sure,” said Pepper casually.

Tony gave her a look, but as usual, it completely failed to unnerve the woman. Instead, she took the letters from him and held them firmly in her own lap. Apparently it was time to pay attention, not try to figure out if he could incorporate rubber bands into the device he was making just to annoy Clint.

“Bruce needs to realize the entire world isn’t against him,” Tony said.

“And you plan to show him this…with a date.”

“Yes…No…Well…”

“Speechless, Mr. Stark?”

“Not at all, Miss Potts.”

“Then why are you making him go out when he doesn’t want to?”

Tony rubbed at his eyes. Late nights in the lab did not an easy day make. It was hard to remember that at three in the morning, though, and keeping Bruce up that late had been absolutely crucial to the plan. Tony couldn’t risk him running in on that little phone call. Better that he sleep until lunch.

“He just…needs to get out more. She seems like a nice enough girl–safe, anyway. No idea who he is, by the sound of things. Maybe if he goes out and sees the world a bit, he’ll feel better.” Pepper stared steadily at Tony, causing him to shift uncomfortably. “What?” he asked. “I’m not wrong.”

“I’m not saying you are. I think it’s sweet that you care so much about Bruce.”

“But you still think I shouldn’t have done that.”

Pepper took a deep breath before fixing him with another blue stare. “I think you should listen to Bruce’s wishes a little more often, but you’re going to do whatever you think best anyway.”

Tony cracked a wide smile and pulled Pepper in closer to his side. He kissed her cheek before continuing. “So you’re not going to tell him?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“How do you plan on getting him there?”

“Oh, don’t worry, Miss Potts.” This time he kissed her on top of her head. “I have a plan for every eventuality.”

“Why was I afraid that you’d say that?”

******

Friday night couldn’t have come too soon–or too late. Going on your blind date was going to be agony, you knew that, but

anything

was better than constantly working at Nana’s tiny grocery store. By the time the sun set that day, you’d dealt with ten straight angry calls and were frazzled beyond belief. Not that anyone could tell, after your shower and the twenty minutes you’d spent doing your hair.

A part of you felt silly for putting so much effort into seeing someone you probably wouldn’t bother seeing again. From the news clips you’d caught since his phone call, it was clear that you and Tony Stark did not run in the same moral circles, let alone social. Still, your first date in a year was a special occasion and you were starting to a feel at least “pretty,” despite the trepidation you felt at actually attending.

The heels on your shoes clacked against the wooden floor as you walked up to the front door. From behind you, you could hear the Jeopardy theme song playing quietly. You swung your usual (and only) purse from the closet knob and onto your shoulder before you noticed something was wrong.

The music had stopped. A quick look at your watch told you that you definitely weren’t late. It was only 7:00. Nana shouldn’t have been headed to bed that early. Slowly, and with butterflies rising in waves from your stomach, you turned on the spot.

Nana sat in her wheelchair right in front of you, her head cocked slightly to the left. She was sucking on her teeth, too, and widening her brown eyes in your direction.

“[Name]?” she said. “Where are you going?”

“Oh,” you said in a would-be-casual voice. “Out.”

“Out where?”

The purse slipped from your shoulder, but you caught the strap with your hand as you rolled your eyes. “I have a date, Nana.”

“A date?” Her faded eyebrows disappeared into her hair. “With who?”

“I don’t know.” You had to work to keep the exasperated edge from your voice. Nana had caught you; you’d probably be twenty minutes late, if you managed to arrive at all. “It’s a blind date.”

“And where are you going?”

Sometimes, it couldn’t be clearer that Nana thought you were still seventeen. For a moment, you didn’t answer, as you were too busy digging around in your purse to find your cell phone. Once you did, you took another half a second to find the text you were looking for, then leveled the screen into Nana’s face.

“26 Seats.”

Her brown eyes narrowed suspiciously behind her glasses’ lenses. “That sounds expensive.”

“I have money, Nana.” She opened her mouth, but you cut her off. “My own, from Washington. Not from the store. Mr. Stark assured me that food would be in my price range.”

If you expected Nana to be surprised that Tony Stark had set you up on a date, you would have been disappointed. Instead, her frown simply deepened.

“But who’s going to look after me? My nurse leaves the minute you come home, you know, and I never heard you ask her to come back this evening.”

“What else is there to do? You’ve had dinner. You’re in your pajamas. I’m only going to stay until ten, if even that. I’ll be home in time to get you to bed.”

“Why didn’t you ask me if you could go out?”

You inhaled sharply, then let out a slow breath before you spoke again. “Nana, I am twenty-nine. I don’t have to ask your permission to go out on dates.”

“You live in this house, [Name]. I expect certain courtesies to be taken into consideration.”

It really wasn’t worth the fight–not a date you didn’t even want to go on, really. You shook your head before Nana could launch into full-on lecture mode and opened the front door.

“Yes, and if I ever go on another date, I will make sure to take it up with you before I agree.” You stepped outside and waved your purse in her direction. “Have a nice evening! I’ll be back by ten.”

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The cab ride to 168 Avenue B was anything but fun. Friday nights were busy and the roads were so congested that your cabby nearly killed you no less than twelve times. When you stumbled out of the cab and shoved his money over to him, you were actually

relieved

to find yourself at the front of the restaurant. Any questions as to whether or not the building was the correct destination were quickly answered by the large “26” in the window.

By then, it was quite dark. Warm squares of orange fell onto the pavement from the inside, but outside the only lights came from the quick, white flashes from cars and the string of Christmas lights draped across the awning. You took a moment to smooth down your skirt. What you were wearing was more job interview material than date night fare–but it was all you had, and beggars in Washington State could not be choosers.

You looked as nice as you could manage, so you took a step toward the small, fenced off patio. A shadow moved that direction at the same time you did and there wasn’t enough time to stop. The owner of that shadow bounced off you, then you both froze as you got a good look at the other’s faces.

“Dr. Banner?” you asked.

“Oh, hey.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “It’s…[Name], right?”

“Yeah, hi. What are you doing here?”

“Uh, Tony invited me. I’m late, so he’s probably already inside,” he said, trialing off at the end, like he wasn’t sure that was information you ought to be privy to.

“Oh.” Oh, no. Your heat sank all the way into your stomach. Something about this smelled fishy, and it wasn’t Dr. Banner’s cologne.

“What are you here for?”

“I’m…meeting someone that Mr. Stark asked me to come meet.”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you waited for Dr. Banner’s reaction. Maybe Mr. Stark really had scheduled something with the man at the same time as your date. You wouldn’t put it past him to spy on you. Still, it seemed awfully suspect, especially as soon as Dr. Banner’s eyebrows raised an inch-and-a-half above his eyes.

“Tony isn’t coming, is he?” he asked.

You shook your head and answered weakly, “I don’t think so.”

Dr. Banner took a step backward and clasped his hands together. “Why am I surprised?”

“You mean he didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me?” He laughed–and he didn’t sound amused. “I should have known he would pull something like this. Tony said something about making me go on a date with you and here we are. I underestimated him.” Dr. Banner shook his head. “I should really stop doing that.”

“I’m–I’m sorry.” Though you weren’t exactly sure why you were apologizing. Not that it was Dr. Banner’s fault either, but Nana was back home stewing and you had nothing to show for your one big night on the town.

“Don’t be. Look, I’m really sorry you got all caught up in this. I’ll go back to the tower and talk to him. We won’t bother you anymore.”

You took a deep breath, then released it as you nodded. “Well, I can’t exactly go home right now, so I think I’m going to go eat. Have fun convincing that guy, though. He sounds like a real keeper.”

“That obvious, huh?” Dr. Banner smiled weakly.

“Well, if a man can irritate someone this much with just a phone call and a couple of texts…”

“That sounds like Tony.”

“He’s not really going to stop bothering me, is he?”

This time, when Dr. Banner laughed, he sounded like he meant it. “Probably not. No one can control that guy.”

“Not even Miss Potts?”

“Not that she doesn’t try.”

You heaved another sigh, then took a step back toward 26 Seats. “Well, Dr. Banner, I wish you luck tonight. I’m going to get dinner.”

“Wait.”

The words, for whatever reason, made you pause and look back at him. Dr. Banner looked so small, standing there on the pavement. Small and kind of scruffy. Was he really the sort of person Tony Stark hung out with it?

"Yes?” you asked.

“Look, this is kind of my fault. Tony just did this because he’s trying to get me to be more social,” he said.

“Okay,” you said slowly.

“If it’s all right with you, can we go ahead and have dinner? It might get him off my back for a week.”

You hunched your shoulders and pressed your purse to your chest. “Dr. Banner, I only agreed to come do this because Mr. Stark threatened to lie to my grandmother if I didn’t. I’m not really looking for any sort of relationship right now. I’m honestly just trying to survive.”

Your words didn’t deter him. Though he continued to rub his hands together, Dr. Banner walked up the path and pulled the door gently open. He gestured inside. “That makes two of us.”

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There's More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse (3)

Summary: The Infinity War had happened and Thanos had won. 5 years later the Avengers try one last crazy idea to save everyone they lost, but a mysterious woman from Natasha's past drops in unexpectedly derailing their plans. They soon find out that Thanos was now not the apocalypse they needed to stop.

Fandoms: Avengers, Supernatural

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader (previous), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (previous)

Warnings: Angst, The Damn Snap, Mentions of depression and self-loathing, violence, mentions of death, copious amounts of blood, cursing, mentions of past trauma

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Natasha woke up alone and disoriented hours later on one of the patient beds. Instinct dictated that she take a defensive stance immediately, but she relaxed when she recognized the plain white walls and the distinct sterile air of the medical bay. She pulled herself up and cursed whoever had knocked her out. It was probably Banner, she thought. He was the only one running around with needles most of the time. She would pay him back for that later.

The walk back to the section they kept the Cradle was quiet and only served to emphasize the clinical vibe from the fluorescent lights in the corridors. She vaguely wondered where the rest of her team was, but mostly she was focused on getting back to your side.

Her heart clenched painfully as she caught sight of you. They had transferred you from the Cradle to a bed when you seemed stable enough to heal on your own. She dragged a chair closer to your side and sat there watching your steady breathing while holding one of your hands carefully avoiding the many IVs.

They had apparently cleaned you up before transferring you because now you didn't look like you went ten rounds bare-fisted with a chainsaw. Only a few blotches of blood on your arms remained along with some flecks along your hairline and ears.

She gently brushed the stray hair away from your face, taking extra care not to touch the oxygen mask strapped to you. she took note of the color and length of your hair now. She smiled knowing that you had always preferred to keep it this way. the color was also returning to your skin. Aside from the many bandages, you looked exactly like how she remembered you.

She held your hand to her lips and closed her eyes as she allowed the relief to wash over her. The tension on her shoulders relaxed and the lines on her forehead smoothened.

" Are you praying, Natasha?"

"Oh my god!" Natasha jumped at the sudden unfamiliar voice. Quick as light she had drawn one of the knives she always kept on her person and pointed it at the threat.

What her eyes met though was a fresh faced boy who looked like he couldn't be much older than Peter. He was sitting up two beds over looking at her with curious eyes and a wide boyish grin. He reminded her of a puppy or an excitable child.

He didn't seem phased at the fact that she had just drawn a knife on him and that she knew at least 70 ways of killing him instantly with it. It was only when she followed his movements and watched as he ripped off several IVs attached to his arm that she recalled who he was. The blonde boy was who brought you here on the brink of death in his arms.

She was slightly embarassed that she overlooked the presence of another person in her vicinity. So much for her world class spy reputation. She blamed Banner and his damn sedative.

"Jack," the boy said as he rubbed the spot the IVs were.

Natasha blinked. "What?"

"I'm not god. I'm just," he paused. "Jack."

His smile widened as he slowly approached your bed. A sudden urge to protect you bloomed in Natasha's chest but Jack looked decidedly non- threatening with his Bambi aura. It was confusing as hell to her.

He leaned in closer to examine you with his head tilting to the side and a small furrow on the bridge of his nose as he focused. Satisfied, he turned his head to Natasha and beamed happily at her.

"You have saved her. I am truly grateful, Natasha."

"You know who I am?" she asked resolved to at least getting some answers from this boy disorienting though as he was.

He nodded his head excitedly. "She talks about you all the time! She talks so ..." he paused seemingly trying to think of the right word.

" Fondly," he decided proudly. "She always talks so fondly of you and you would know better than anyone how she gets when she tells her stories. I feel like I've always known you."

A knowing smile crept on her lips at the memory. Yes, you did have a habit of telling vivid stories with the goal to make sure whoever was listening feel like they were reliving it with you. Her heart warmed at the thought of you telling other people about her.

There were questions burning a hole in Natasha's mind. She couldn't help but take advantage of Jack's accommodating nature.

"Jack?"

"Yes, Natasha?"

" Are you - ?" she started.

He smiled knowingly. "Like her you mean? Well, yes. I guess you could say..." he paused again trying to find the correct term.

"You could say we're related. Like cousins!"

Her eyebrows raised high and her mouth opened in surprise. This was complete news to her. A thousand other questions sprung from one answer, but she didn't get a chance to ask because Jack suddenly slumped over with both hands gripping his head. He whined and grunted in pain as the high pitched ringing attacked his senses.

"Jack, are you okay?" Natasha asked urgently going around to check on Jack. She remembered that you would have episodes like that too. You always waived it off and said it was just a chronic migraine. She knew it was just an excuse to keep her from worrying and she wondered now if Jack would do the same.

"I'm good. Just a bad headache," he said with a forced smile. You certainly were related, Natasha thought.

"You shouldn't even be standing yet. You came in pretty banged up too," she grabbed his arm and urged him back to bed.

He waived her off and tried to straighten up. "I am completely fine."

He slowly turned back to your unconscious form, his eyes betraying the emotions he felt: gratitude, guilt, and a firey determination. There was a beat of silence where he only stared at you before speaking again.

"We're all completely fine because of her."

Natasha was surprised and grew more confused, but she pushed at the opportunity to find out more. The curiousity getting the better of her.

"Jack, tell me what happened," she swallowed the lump in her throat. She wanted answers but she was scared to know what you had gotten into to end up inches from death and needing 36 vials of super soldier serum to stabilize you.

Jack smiled sheepishly at her. "You'll find out soon enough. Besides, I think your friends are back. I wouldn't want to interrupt."

Natasha tried to not get frustrated at Jack's cryptic words. Whatever she was going to reply got caught in her throat though as her attention shifted toward the sound of the doors swinging open. A voice she thought she would never hear again filtered through.

"Hey, Red," the unmistakable teasing tone of Sam Wilson rang in her ears coupled with his signature smirk.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. This couldn't be real. He vanished with the Snap. As if the universe knew she needed further proof, one by one they started filing into the room quickly crowding the small space.

"It's really us, Nat," Wanda said her eyes filled with tears holding her arms slightly open to invite her friend for a long overdue embrace.

She resisted the urge to rub her eyes for fear that it might dissolve the wonderful illusion in front of her.

She soaked up each face that she had missed terribly for the last 5 years and haunted her dreams all the while she felt her heart break and piece back together simultaneously.

She finally gave in and threw herself onto Wanda's waiting arms staining each other's shirts with tears as they clung to each other tightly. She went from one tearful reunion to another until the fear that this was all just a cruel dream had vanished.

Jack was right. Her friends were back.

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Marvel characters as things my friends and/or I have said

(explanations included)

NOTE: I realize there are many marvel characters that could be added to this list that evidently are not included. Just because they aren’t in this particular bit doesn’t mean they won’t be added to something else I write in the future!

Loki: “Look! This review says she stole my money with a smile on her face.”

Explanation: El and I had a hospitality project to do and we kept accidentally picking bad hotels and decided to finally read the reviews.

I just think this is something that Loki would do.

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Thor (The God of Thunder): “When I was little I used to always put my toes in my feet.”

Explanation: You see, Dai said this sentence wrong. She meant she used to always put her toes in her mouth.

I just feel like Thor would also mess up a sentence as simple as that.

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Quicksilver//Pietro: “God damn it! Why y’all running down the hallway like some immature ass kids.”

Explanation: Self explanatory. Rih said this and she was literally talking to some 9th graders…

Pietro runs down halls randomly. I think this fits.

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Wanda//Scarlet Witch: “Maybe I can finesse him into giving me money.”

Explanation: El was hungry but didn’t have money to buy food so he figured he’d trick his friend into giving him money to buy food.

I just think Wanda would definitely fuck with someone’s mind until they gave her money if she wanted it that bad.

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Vision: “Girl do you like plants? The fuck.”

Explanation: I needed help for a project and I asked my friend Nae “what should I put on the list of things I like?” and she said plants.

I don’t know. When I said this, it reminded me of vision somehow.

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Winter Soldier//Bucky: “When I have my backpack pulled up and I look like one of those idiots that want to come here. Look! I’m excited for- I’m not excited for school the fuck.”

Explanation: People kept questioning Mora about why she had her bookbag down so low.

I don’t know. The sentence had me thinking about Bucky and his book-bag during Civil War. The way he had his bag so high up and buckled made it seem like he was excited about something when really dude was mean mugging everybody and they momma.

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Captain America//Steve: “She’s so fine! I think. I can’t see past the mask. I like her walk.”

Explanation: I hadn’t seen a certain girl without her mask yet but was already becoming attracted to her.

Steve fell for Peggy after just one kiss. I just think this makes sense.

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Iron Man//Tony: “Not Sam! I meant stam- Shawn!”

Explanation: I couldn’t figure out Shawn Mendes’ name. I was watching a Marvel video on YouTube and he literally popped randomly up and I got confused.

This dude always giving somebody a nickname or forgetting names. This just fits him.

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Falcon//Sam: “Where the fuck your braces at?”

Explanation: Our friend has a retainer that looks like braces without the brackets and Nae thought this was the perfect way to ask what was going on with her braces.

He just seems like he would have a random outburst like this during a moment of silence just like Nae did.

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Hulk//(Bruce) Banner: “Well, I’m gabby but sometimes I’m Roberto and sometimes I’m happy birthday. I have other personalities too. A few of them are boys.”

Explanation: Gabby thinks she has mixed personalities.

Bruce has 2 personalities so this fits him best.

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Black Widow//Natasha: “You’re not that girl anymore.”

Explanation: Someone said this to Rih after she made a mistake and she said it all day the last time I seen her.

She seems like the moment some girl fucks up, she’d probably tell them they’re no longer that girl but not in a mean way she’d probably just be joking.

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Gamora: “It’s giving Sesame Street.”

Explanation: And it really was. Literally, the back of the shirt said Sesame Street on it and we were right for saying this.

She seems like she’d say this with no remorse.

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Starlord//Peter (Quill): “Oh my god! It’s Rob Lowe!”

Explanation: Mila, Dai and I were in a movie theater during our 80s//90s movie obsession phase (back in 2019) and Rob Lowe popped up on a preview. The people in front of us told us to shut up.

He would definitely just scream out loud if he seen a celebrity he loves.

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Mantis: “My period was a whole week late I was about to say ‘I’m scared!’ Then I realized I’m a gay virgin.”

Explanation: Yeah, I was going through a tough time.

Mantis…I don’t know she just- I don’t know this just fits, okay?

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Drax (the destroyer): “He found out he was 5’8 and rounded it up.”

Explanation: Our teacher lied and said he was 6 feet.

Drax seems like he would either laugh at this or say this.

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Spider-Man//Peter (Parker): “I tried to say that as loud as I could so she would know you’re gay.”

Explanation: Nae wasn’t sure if the girl I’m attracted to knows I like girls or not.

He seems like he’d say this sentence louder than the sentence he said to try to let the girl know I’m gay in the first place.

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Dr Strange//Stephen: “Why aren’t you guys as excited for math as I am? Math is life. Life is math.”

Explanation: My teacher told us about a test that he was excited for us to take. Yes my teacher is my friend. Y’all don’t got teacher friends?.

Most people aren’t as interested in his passion as he is.

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Shuri: “This could be us but we’re not white and I can’t dance.”

Explanation: I sent Gabby a edit someone made of Stephen and Elena from TVD dancing.

I don’t know why this makes sense but it does.

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Nakia: “You like a white person? Now girl. You know better.”

Explanation: We’re black.

I don’t think I’d see Nakia dating a white person. She’d probably silently criticize anyone who did as well. I think this also goes with Shuri but Shuri would definitely say it loud and proud.

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Ayo: “I don’t give a duck what that shit say. At this point me and you gon’ have a talk.”

Explanation: A Hispanic white girl we know thinks she’s black because she’s Mexican so she says the N word. Nae didn’t find that too appealing.

Ayo would not let any shit like this slide. Ever.

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Okoye: “Girl, ain’t nobody worried about your minus A cups.”

Explanation: Mora was complaining about her little boobs outside and Nae got aggravated.

Okoye already got on T’Challa’s case. Ain’t nothing surprising about her getting on everybody else too.

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T’Challa: “Life is not a game.”

Explanation: Mila said this once when I said her grades are probably F’s. Then she said her parents would kill her and I told her to just revive.

That simple sentence has T’challa written all over it.

This was my first tumblr headcanon! I had fun reminiscing on all the quotes included in here. My writing is 20x better when I’m actually trying as opposed to how it is right now where I’m just trying to have fun. So if you see this and you like Marvel, feel free to stick around. Maybe I’ll write more :)

#marvel #headcanon #mcu #black panther #the avengers #guardians of the galaxy #the maximoff twins #loki laufeyson #lovekaia #kaiaxmarvel

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