#but in my mind it makes more sense than sharon

[buckys-metal-arm]

How I would've done Sharon's Ending of FATWS

Okay so I wanna start by saying I'm changing 0 of how Sam and Bucky’s stories ended because I thought that was good, I'm only touching Sharon's because the Powerbroker shit is stupid and makes no sense. So what I'm thinking is during that final fight when Karli makes a reference to the Powerbroker Sharon is just like something along the lines of 'you think that's me? Oh honey I just work for him'. Final fight ends the same Sam gives his speech happy ending in Louisiana for the boys etc. happens, but we go to the after credit scene:

Basically it happens the same until after Sharon hangs up the phone, a man in a suit stops her and says the Powerbroker would like to meet her. Sharon looks shocked, because no one has ever seen the Powerbroker, but goes along. Cut to Madripor, Sharon and the suited man are in a big building, nice, but well-guarded. The man ushers her into a well-fortified office and shuts the door. Sharon walks forward and her eyes go wide as she realizes with horror who, or what, she's been working for. The camera turns to show us what she's looking at and

BOOM

This guy

Cut to credits

#falcon and winter solider #arnim zola #does it still raise some questions? yes #but in my mind it makes more sense than sharon #also could you IMAGINE #also he'd make a good new world order villain. #but itd make sense with all the focus on super soldiers in this series i could see him #hiring nagel to continue the research he can't really do anymore #the Powerbroker #sharon carter #it couldve been LITERALLY anyone #why was it sharon it makes no sense with what we know about her or with the timeline #kes rewrites the mcu

[navybrat817]

We'll Always be Friends

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: It's time to have dinner with your friends, but your mind keeps drifting to Bucky. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: Light angst, tension, friends reconnecting, unrequited feelings (or so you think), slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: More Dreamboat and Butterfly from my Reconnect AU and a direct continuation of Waiting a Little Longer! ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You found it difficult to leave your room, even with your friends waiting downstairs. Reconnecting with Bucky though, it made sense why you wanted to be alone with him a little longer. That wasn't fair to everyone else. The group didn't hang out quite as often during the duration of Bucky and Dot's relationship, but you were looking forward to spending time together and catching up this week.

We've weathered through tough times and deserve some fun.

Bucky put his hand on your lower back as you made your way down the stairs. The man could hardly hug you when he was with his ex, but now he wouldn't stop touching you. Just like in your room minutes ago. Not that you were going to push him away. You more than missed the affection that used to exist between you two and each minute that passed seemed to make you fall back in sync. As long as you didn't get too comfortable, it was fine.

Everything is fine.

Everyone was gathered in the brightly lit dining room, food already spread out on plates as chatter filled the room. Steve, at the head of the table, chuckled at something Sam said. Sharon laughed as well and you couldn't help but smile as you observed them. Perhaps you were imagining it, but the atmosphere wasn't as thick as it had been over the last couple of years. Even Natasha's subtle smile was gentler, more relaxed.

Like old times.

"Hey! Finally!" Sam smiled once he spotted you, bringing everyone's attention your way. Steve's smile didn't quite reach his eyes when the girls greeted you, making you tense up a little. "We were about to send a search party after you two."

"No need for that," you smiled a little when Sam pushed his chair back. "No need for that either," you teased as he walked toward you, but to no avail. He enveloped you in a hug before you could stop him. The man was almost as tall as Bucky and Steve and just as muscular. The three of them were beautiful giants in your eyes.

"Nope. Not getting out of a hug," he said, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Give Steve one, please. He thinks you're upset with him."

You felt a little sick to your stomach as he pulled away. You hadn't meant to make Steve feel bad. "I will," you whispered back before you gave the blonde a small smile. He looked like a golden retriever who had his bone taken away. "Do I get a hug from you, too?"

Steve's shoulders dropped in relief as he got up. "Of course, you do."

Like Sam, Steve's hug was warm and friendly. They never held onto you for too long or linger the way Bucky did. A quick embrace and nothing more.

"It's good to see you. I'm sorry I rushed off when you got here," you said, wanting him at ease.

Steve shook his head and gave you a rueful smile. "I'm the one who should be sorry," he said. You didn't get a chance to ask him why before he went back to his seat. "And it's good to see you, too."

You turned your attention to the girls instead who looked perfectly at ease on their side of the table. Natasha and Sharon were as gorgeous as they were intimidating. A sultry redhead and a blonde bombshell, they could come across as unapproachable from a first glance. But they were fierce and loyal friends. You were lucky to have them in your life.

"Please, don't get up. I will hug you both after dinner," you begged when they scooted their chairs back. "I appreciate you waiting for us to join you."

"So the boys get hugs, but we don't. I see how it is," Natasha teased.

"No one hugged me," Bucky pointed out.

"No one likes you," Sam chimed in, drawing a laugh from the girls.

"Butterfly likes me just fine," Bucky said, making you nod and bite your tongue so you didn't blurt out how much you really liked him. "Sit next to me?" He asked hopefully, pulling out your chair for you.

"Since these are the only two chairs left, sure," you teased, gazing up at him as you sat down. He stared back at you before he took a seat. "How was the drive?"

"The storm slowed us down, but Steve got us here safe and sound," Sharon answered as everyone began to eat. Steve wasn't one to brag, but you caught him grinning for a split second. "But what about you two? Did you get up to anything before we got here?"

Just snuggled with Bucky and fell asleep in his arms.

Bucky looked up from his plate as you glanced at him. "We wanted to go swimming, but the rain ruined that plan and we ended up taking a nap," you said.

Natasha's eyes darted between the two of you. "You ended up taking a nap," she repeated slowly. "You slept together?"

Bucky coughed and shook his head as your eyes went wide. The redhead looked pleased with herself as she waited for an explanation. "I. We. No?" You answered.

"We fell asleep together on the couch. That's it," Bucky explained once he recovered from his cough. "Nothing happened."

That's it. Nothing happened.

You curled in a bit on yourself when Natasha frowned. "Yeah. What Bucky said," you agreed, ignoring his gaze.

You had no reason to feel sad. It wasn't as if Bucky meant anything by his response. He gave Nat an honest answer. So why did it feel like a brush off?

Steve cleared his throat when the silence stretched on. "Well, I'm glad we're all here."

Good ol' Steve breaking the tension.

"Yeah. When's the last time we all went to the beach together?" Sam asked. "Was it last year? The year before?"

Bucky moved his chair closer to yours, but you didn't acknowledge it. "Two summers ago for Steve's birthday."

Right before Dot.

Everyone was either kind enough not to voice the connection or didn't want to talk about her.

"That's right. You guys bought him a red, white, and blue Speedo," you said, remembering the redness in Steve's cheeks when he opened the present. A few drinks in and he ended up wearing them.

"They looked good on me. It would've been rude not to wear them," Steve defended himself as Sam laughed. "That was a good day."

"It was," you agreed, glancing around the table. "Perfect weather and company."

We'll always be friends.

Bucky caught your eye when he nodded. "You found a seashell on the beach and you were so excited because the color was the exact same shade of blue as your bathing suit," he said, smiling to himself as you listened. "You said it had to be some sort of good luck charm and made it your mission to find one to match my swim trunks so I'd have some good luck, too."

He remembered that?

"That was why you kept running back and forth between Buck and the water," Steve grinned, nodding to Bucky. "He wouldn't tell me what you were doing. Just that you were looking for the perfect shell."

"I was determined to find it," you giggled as Natasha and Sharon shared a look. "I must've brought dozens of shells over."

It was silly when you looked back on it, but Bucky obliged and let you have your fun. In fact, your whims and nature never once seemed to bother him. He supported them.

"You didn't give up. And about twenty minutes later, you found one," he said, rubbing the back of his neck when he added, "I still have that seashell."

You took a breath before a bashful smile crept up your face. "You kept it?"

"Well, yeah," he replied, casually putting his arm around the back of your chair. "You gave it to me."

The room went quiet and you felt everyone's eyes on you, but your focus was on Bucky. "I had no idea."

The thought that Bucky held onto something so small and seemingly insignificant because it came from you had your mind running a mile a minute. Why not get rid of it? Maybe the shell reminded him of Steve's birthday and he didn't want to let that go. The voice that led with your heart said he kept it because you gave him a tiny gift.

He kept something because I gave it to him.

Your smile widened before the flash of a camera went off, the softness leaving Bucky's eyes as you both blinked.

"Sorry. Couldn't help myself," Sharon said with an innocent stare when you tore your gaze away from Bucky. "Need photos for the scrapbook. You understand."

Bucky kept his arm on your chair as everyone began to eat again. "You're making one for this trip?"

"Yeah, I want to take as many pictures as I can."

In the past, Sharon had put together photo albums and scrapbooks full of memories of the group. Sometimes for herself, others as gifts to her friends. Each one was beautiful and special, a way to reflect on the past and appreciate the time together.

"No rain tomorrow, so plenty of chances to get some outdoor photos. Maybe we can play some beach volleyball. Three on three," Sam suggested.

"You just want to show off," Natasha smirked. She wasn't wrong. The guys enjoyed the competition. "But let's make it interesting. We win, you boys have to do all the chores this week. You win, we'll take care of them."

"And if we win, you boys also have to take us to the carnival in town and win each of us a prize," Sharon added, pointing at Steve. "I know you had the carnival on the list of things to do."

"And if we win, you'll win each of us a prize?" Steve asked.

"We have to win because I'm terrible at those games," you said. They were fun, but you couldn't remember ever winning a prize.

Bucky leaned over as the group began to debate whether or not carnivals rigged the games. "I'll win you a prize no matter who wins the volleyball game," he promised.

"I'll hold you to that," you said, giddy at the thought of him winning you a teddy bear or some other stuffed animal.

"You two up for a little drinking tonight or do you plan on falling asleep on the couch again?" Sam joked, interrupting your private conversation.

"I will drink. But if I have too much, Bucky has to carry me to bed," you said.

"What happened to calling me 'Dreamboat'?"

He's pouting and it's adorable.

"Okay. You carry me to bed if I drink too much and tuck me in, Dreamboat."

"Deal," he easily agreed.

"To the best week ahead!" Steve announced.

"And get ready to get your asses handed to you tomorrow," Sam added.

As everyone began to playfully argue again, you made a mental decision not to drink too much. Alcohol had a way of making people lose their inhibitions and the last thing you needed to do was blurt something personal out in front of the whole gang. Bucky promised that the two of you would talk and you would. Sober. But a fun night could be what you needed to kick off the rest of the week.

Things will start to come to light in the next part or two. A calm before the storm, if you will... Love and thanks for reading! ❤️ Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[sosa2imagines]

I know where I belong. Part 7

----------------------------------------------------- Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Angst for Steve, fluff for everyone. -----------------------------------------------------

Later that night, Y/n and Bucky were enjoying in their room, laughing about the whole incident, yet keeping 'Scooby' safe with them. Bucky playfully gasped when you dropped 'Scooby' by mistake. "Oh my god, my son! It's okay mommy didn't mean to hurt you." The night was filled with laughter for you both.

Meanwhile, Steve just couldn't get the image of you and Morgan out of his head. Isn't this, what he had wished for, in the first place? He dragged his tired body, towards his bedroom. Maybe some alone time with Sharon, was what he needed at the moment. As soon as, he opened the door, he saw Sharon getting ready to go out. "Oh hey, you are back, you look tired" she says just glancing at him once, before continuing to get ready. "The mission was tiresome..." he tells her, too tired to talk. Once she is done getting ready, she looks at him, "Umm...have a warm bath you'll feel better, I'll see you." "Wait where are you going?" "I have an important meeting, I'm getting late, I'll see you later" "Can't you postpone it? Stay with me I need you!" "No Steve this meeting is important." "More important than me?" Steve whines too tired to fight... "Stop acting like a child Steve! you are a super solider, you'll feel better in few hours" she argues tired of his whining. "I need your help, Y/n would have..." "Y/n would have what?" Sharon cuts him mid sentence, yelling at him for mentioning you. Steve is shocked when he realizes, he used your name, but why did he? "Get your head straight and hopefully by the time I'm back, you are back to your senses" with that Sharon leaves. Steve strips down and drag his body to the bathtub, as soon as he feels the hot water, he starts to think about you, why did he thought about you today? why? Then his mind drifted to other memories of you, like how you use to take care of him, massage his body while he lays in the bathtub, how you would wash his hair, feed him and put him to sleep, but he shook his head and blamed his tired body for thinking about you.

Ever since, he was back, Steve had been going on missions after missions. Dealing with paperwork and training new recruits. He barely had the time for himself. As he lays on the bed alone, he stares at the ceiling. Thinking whether he took the right decision? After hours, Sharon did finally showed up later that night, in a disheveled state. Steve was too tired to notice, but that didn't stop Sharon from being mad at him for the mess in the room, ignoring his tired state, she kept the lights on purposefully just to annoy Steve, which resulted in him sleeping on the couch, you would never do this to him, he thinks about you again.

The next day, you and Bucky went out for your much awaited date! Saying yes to go on a date with Bucky was the best decision ever! He took you to a diner, that represent the 40s style. He was the perfect gentleman, on your way you had notice few girls drooling over him, trying to get his attention, but he kept looking ahead and at you, ignoring everyone else. Like only you existed on the planet. Bucky made you feel better, feel worthy of love again, like there was light at the end of the dark tunnel.

On the other hand Steve was miserable. Him and Sharon would have little and minor arguments, here and there, like any other couple would, but then they turn into more serious and loud arguments. It was only few months into the relationship, when the arguments started getting intense that led to resolving their issues by having make up sex and things would go back to normal for awhile. It would be a huge lie if Steve said, he was not getting fed of it. Now every argument would end up, with him sleeping on the couch, in his own room! That made him think about his situation relationship with Sharon. She knew Steve was dating you, yet neither of them pulled away from the kiss and one thing led to another.

But isn't this what he wanted? To finally be with a Carter? Isn't that the reason he left you. So why the hell was he not happy? Why he didn't like the fact that you and Bucky are spending way too much of time together? Everyone, even you warned him about Sharon, but she won't hurt him again? Right? He started to miss out the little things like, hanging out with his friends, enjoying movie nights, playing games, cooking, then he also started missing you. The time spent with you, how it was not just about only sex, you guys would cuddle, talk for hours without getting bored, go for long walks, and help him whenever he had nightmares. Sharon eventually did helped him in the beginning but later on she started to get annoyed she would tell him to suck it up, be man enough.

But now those are only memories, and now he lost his friends that are family along with you. Now he is living with just friends, who barely talk to him. Somewhere deep inside he was realizing his mistake he was no longer enjoying, infact he was suffering, but his ego and pride was bigger at the moment to make him accept the truth. Steve had made his mind. He hopes, no he believes Sharon will support his decision.

The next day FRIDAY alerted you about Steve assembling the the team, for a meeting. You all sat there, looking at each other confused. "Anyone knows, why Capsicle has called us?" Tony asks, looking at everyone. All he gets is a shrug. Steve arrives few minutes later minus Sharon.

"Thank you everyone, for coming here at the last minute." "Just tell us what it is" Nat tells him. "I'm here to announce my retirement."

----------------------------------------------------- Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 ----------------------------------------------------- (Part 7 is here, lovely people. I hope you all like it. Comments and feedbacks are appreciated. Love you all) -----------------------------------------------------

#sebastian stan characters #chris evans characters #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader angst #bucky barnes fluff #steve rogers angst

[evansbby]

hey, i love poyt sm🥹 but I was wondering, does omega get along well with Steve’s other friends (not including Bucky/Sam?) and what about any of the popular girls or cheerleaders that hang around the jocks? does that make sense?? anyways, love this story so much!

Hey, this makes perfect sense! Omega is too shy and doesn’t really speak to any of Steve’s friends! As for any girls — poyt!Steve isn’t really friends with any girls as he is very misogynistic and thinks of them as objects. But there are some cheerleaders that hang around with Steve’s jock group so it would be interesting to see how omega would get on with them! (This will kind of be in part 4, but I wanna write a short drabble on it too!)

(This is a drabble for my alpha Steve fic, preying on you tonight)

Warnings: smut, daddy!kink, a/b/o dynamics, dark Steve, bullying

(let’s say this takes place after Steve mated with omega but before she found out she’s pregnant)

“Look how adorable she looks in her little apron!”

“Aww, are those little cherries? So cute!”

“She’s so cute!”

You shuffle uncomfortably on your feet, unsure whether the girls are being genuine or if they’re making fun of you. More often than not, it’s very difficult for you to tell. 

You’d been minding your own business, in the kitchen making Steve a sandwich because he’d said he was hungry. And then the doorbell had rung and about five jocks and three girls had entered the house - much to your horror. You couldn’t even escape back up to Steve’s bedroom because you’d have to cross paths with the alphas who were all congregated in the living room. 

The girls, on the other hand, had gathered in the kitchen; and you can feel their eyes on you while you concentrate on cutting the crusts off of Steve’s sandwich. One of them addresses you directly:

“Where’d you get the apron from?” 

“Uh, Steve got it for me.” You answer awkwardly. Which is true - he’d thrown it at you a few days ago with an oddly excited look on his face, saying something about you looking like a “proper housewife”. You had simply thought the print was pretty, but didn’t miss the glint in his eyes as he’d made you put it on for him. 

One of the girls is chewing on a piece of gum, ogling at you as if you’re some kind of specimen on display at a museum. 

“So, is Steve like, your boyfriend?”

You purse your lips together, not really knowing what to say but deciding to give the less complicated answer: “I-I... I guess he is.” 

“Could we see your mark?”

You cough, feeling your chest tighten up slightly. You’re sensitive about your mark and the memories of how it was given to you. And anyways, it’s personal to you. You really don’t want to show them. 

“Oh my God, you can’t just ask people to show their marks!” one of the other girls huffs, and the three of them burst into a fit of giggles while you force yourself to laugh along with them, feeling more uncomfortable by the minute. 

“You’re lucky. Steve’s probably the best-looking guy in college.” The girl with the gum sighs. 

“Totally,” The second girl agrees, “Although Ari could give him a run for his money.”

“So, what’s Steve like in bed?” The third girl asks out of nowhere.

Another question that catches you off-guard, and you feel your cheeks heat up. 

“Come on, Priya. Why would you ask her that? As if you don’t already know!” More snide laughter, and now you freeze in the middle of cutting the sandwich into triangles. 

“I think we all know.” The gum-chewer giggles, “Oh my gosh, remember Halloween night, when Steve took both of us to his room? Of course, he was with that bitch Sharon at the time, but that never stopped him, and-”

The knife makes a loud cluttering sound when you drop it on the marble counter-top, promptly turning on your heel and leaving the kitchen, sandwich forgotten. You’ve also seemingly forgotten about your own shyness because you walk straight into the living room, past all the jock alphas who leer at you, making a beeline for Steve. 

He’s sitting on the couch, legs spread and beer in hand, laughing at some video Bucky’s showing him on his phone. And that’s when you hesitate, wondering whether he’d be nice or mean to you in front of his alpha friends. But you can’t help it, tugging at his sweater sleeve anyways until he looks up at you.

“Can we talk?” You ask softly. 

“Aww, look at Stevie’s little girlfriend in her cute little apron!” One of the alphas whose name you don’t remember booms. You cringe inwardly, wishing you’d taken the darn thing off before you’d come in. 

Steve smirks, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you down on his lap. And you aren’t kidding when you wish you’d rather bury your head in a hole than be sat on Steve’s lap in a room full of beer-drinking, weed-smoking alphas but here you are. 

“You look so sweet, baby.” He whispers in your ear, taking your hand in his and playing with your fingers. But that doesn’t seem to be enough physical contact for him, he grabs your face and presses his lips onto yours, tongue gaining entrance almost immediately as he licks into your mouth. 

Eyes wide, you can’t believe he’s just casually making out with you in front of his friends, but you don’t dare push him away unless he gets mad. 

“Steve, please, can we talk somewhere private?” You ask against his lips when he pulls away for breath - and immediately you hear booming laughter erupting all around you.

“Talk in private. That’s code for ‘I’m horny, please fuck me.’” A brunette alpha you vaguely recognise from your politics lectures - Andy - guffaws, with Sam and a few others joining in.

“Shut the fuck up, Barber.” Steve frowns, pushing you up to your feet before following suit, his hand fast holding on to yours, “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.”

You keep your head down, letting Steve drag you out of the room and into the nearest bathroom, sighing in relief when he shuts and locks the door behind him. But that relief doesn’t last too long because in an instant, he’s on you. 

“I-I need to talk to you,” you say softly, but you’re sure he hasn’t even heard you, your beefy alpha grabs you from below your thighs, picking you up and setting you down on the marble sink, immediately spreading your legs and slotting himself between them. 

“Mmm, you’re so hot. I’m happy my friends got to see you in your little apron, busy in the kitchen like a good little omega.” Steve’s bulge presses against your belly and you let out a squeak, his lips sponging wet kisses up your neck while his hands freely explore your body, “Now they know how well I’ve got you trained.”

You lose yourself to his touch for a moment, melting when he cups your face in his hands, almost tender until he yanks you into him, kissing you so fervently, you feel like you’ll pass out. 

Meekly, you push against his chest, “Steve. Please. I just wanted to talk about one thing.”

Steve’s lips drag down back to your neck, back to his favourite spot - your mark. Licking over it repeatedly, kissing it, grazing his teeth over it till you’re jelly in his arms, he smirks against your skin, “Talk then. I’m listening.”

“Well... I... I was talking to those girls back in the kitchen...”

“Mm, yeah? What did you talk about?” His hand slips underneath your blouse, infinitely more interested in what’s under there as he squeezes your breast roughly. 

You try to focus on the issue you want to bring up, hoping to ease into it... “Well, first they asked me if I wanted to go out with them this weekend.” (This was true, they had asked you this when they’d first come in.)

“Oh? And what did you say?” Steve draws back, blue eyes finally making contact with yours, fingers deftly grabbing the hem of your skirt and flipping it upwards along with your apron. 

“I said I would have to ask your permission first.”

Steve kisses you again, “Good girl. You can’t go, by the way.”

Him forbidding you to go out with the girls doesn’t bother you in the least - you’d much rather stay at home with Steve and Steve Junior than spend an entire night guessing whether you’re the butt of the girls’ jokes and whether they’re being genuine with you or not.  

“They... They also said that...” You pause, mulling over how to say it. “They said that last Halloween...”

Steve’s already refocused his gaze between your legs, yanking your panties down past your thighs. 

“Have you slept with them?” You blurt out, cheeks heating up even more. 

There’s cold fire and confusion behind his blue eyes as they narrow down at you, “What?”

“They said they already know what you’re like… in bed, because they’ve been with you — slept with you — before.” The more you say it out loud, the tighter your chest becomes, and you haven’t even noticed it but you’ve got your hands clenched into fists.

“Mmhm,” Steve goes back to kissing you, not giving your words any importance except this time you turn your head to the side.

“Steve, please. I just want to know—”

“I don’t remember. Maybe. Probably.” He’s acting too casual, continuing to make out with you, forcibly capturing your lips between his.

You feel a sharp pang in your heart at his answer. And what follows next is perhaps a tad over-dramatic, but it’s like you can’t help yourself. You sniffle softly, reaching up to wipe your eyes.

Steve stops short, looking down at you incredulously, “Are you… Are you crying?”

“N-No.”

He gathers you in his arms, carrying you over and sitting down on the covered toilet seat with you in his lap. And by this point, you can’t help the tears that trickle down your face. And you can’t understand why. You always knew Steve had a reputation for sleeping with a lot of girls — all the alphas on the football team did.

But hearing those girls say they’d slept with your alpha… right in front of your face! And hearing Steve confirm it… Suddenly, you want nothing more than to trudge upstairs and get into your nest and cuddle with Steve Junior. Your emotions have been all over the place lately, and you can’t seem to figure out why...

“My little baby omega,” Steve coos, “are you jealous?”

Another sniffle, “I know I have no right to be. It’s in the past. And it’s not like I was a virgin when I... when we...” Your voice trails off when his face flashes with annoyance, his grip tightening on your arm and fingers digging into your flesh.

“What have I told you about mentioning him?” 

“Sorry, alpha.”

He loosens his grip, “I barely remember fucking any of those girls, so they probably weren’t that good in the sack anyways.” He brushes your hair back, tucking it behind your ear and stroking your head like you’re his pet. “Baby, they’re all worthless sluts - not like you, you’re wife material.”

Wife material. Why does that compliment make the omega inside you want to spontaneously combust with happiness? But like spiderwebs lurking in every dark corner, the doubts creep into your head to combat the light-heartedness you feel because of his praise. 

“You used to call me a slut.” You say quietly.

Steve huffs, brushing blond strands away from his forehead, “I already told you... I did that to keep you safe, to keep all those other alpha dickheads away from you.” He cups your face in his hands, making those butterflies in your stomach awaken again, “They would’ve taken advantage of you, baby.”

Believe him? Don’t believe him? You don’t know what to think, but it’s better not to think at all, better to just focus on his lips that are back to kissing your neck. That sensitive spot where your mark is - his favourite spot - and you throw your head back and whimper softly when he grazes his teeth against your gland. 

But you can’t get the sinking feeling out of your tummy, this sinking feeling that’s been brewing inside you ever since those girls came into the kitchen and started speaking to you. Once more, you risk Steve’s wrath by pulling away.

“H-How many girls have you slept with?” The question comes out in a timid, weak tone. You’ve never asked him anything this forwardly before. In fact, you don’t ask Steve too many questions anyways, because he either ignores them or changes the subject.

“I don’t know.”

You gape at him. “Y-You don’t know?”

You really don’t understand what’s up with your emotions because this news brings on a fresh wave of tears – because I don’t know probably means his number is in the double digits – or triple, even! You swallow harshly, unable to ignore the lump in your throat. So many girls – all of them probably prettier than you, sexier than you, more refined, ore knowledgeable about pleasure… And the list goes on and on and on.

“Stop crying,” Steve orders you stiffly, pressing his lips to yours, tongue swiping against your mouth slowly, “Or don’t, actually. It turns me on when you cry. See?” He grabs your hand, placing it on top of his hard crotch. But you’re not in the mood, despite his scent, despite his touch, despite everything.

“Wanna go upstairs.”

“Mm, but the guys won’t be able to hear me fuck you if we go upstairs.”

You bury your head in his shoulder, wishing you had Steve Junior to cuddle with because Steve himself only has a one-track mind. How could you ever have expected him to understand, to comfort you? What had you expected?

“Please. Wanna go to bed. Steve, please.” Again, you swipe at your eyes as tears somehow continue to well inside of them.

“Hey,” He cups your face with both his hands this time, stroking your cheek in the way that only he knows how to do, in a way that makes you melt into him despite anything, “I told you – those girls meant nothing to me. You’re my one and only. You’re the one I’m gonna knock up, my omega who’s gonna have my babies. You should be happy.” He wipes your tears with his thumbs, the act surprisingly gentle although his words still confuse you.

He's got about a hundred explanations and a hundred excuses, and why is it that you believe each one? Are they excuses? Or maybe he’s being genuine now? He’s being so sweet – well, as sweet as Steve can get. You bite your lip; wondering why alphas like Steve don’t come with a manual, a manual explaining his intentions because damned if you’re ever able to.

Believe him! The omega inside you screeches, and you find yourself biting your lip again.

Steve frowns, “Don’t bite your lip. Or I’ll bite it for you.” And with that, he rips your apron off you, cherry print rags on the floor as he begins to pop the buttons of your blouse, one by one. And that’s when you smell a fresh whiff of hot summer days and freshly mown grass and that woody, musky scent that has you going weak.

Alpha is good, alpha chose you. Not them. You. You, you, you! The omega inside you chants.

Steve’s tongue is tantalising as he licks up your salty tears from your face, pushing your bra strap down your shoulder, “I’m gonna fuck you right up against the bathroom door, omega. That way they’ll all hear it, hear you scream for me, know who you belong to. The girls will hear it too, and you want that, don’t you?”

You squirm, suddenly feeling hot all over, emotions washing away as quickly as they’d rained over you. Now, all you can feel is his thick dick underneath you, straining against his jeans and poking up against your ass, as if promising to fuck you good. 

“Answer me, omega. You want those girls to hear me wreck your little baby pussy, don’t you?” He grabs your hair, twisting your head backwards and pressing his forehead against yours, “I know you do. Because I know you...”

You feel your pussy throb, and you can’t help it when you fervently begin to return his kisses, letting him pick you up and walk you across the bathroom and up against the door, just like he’d promised. 

“Done being an emotional little cry-baby?” His tone dances between cruel and condescending, but for tonight it seems like you’ve given up trying to understand him - not when his touch feels so good. And now the source of your tears is the overwhelming pleasure you feel, and Steve licks them up readily. 

“Cry some more, sweet omega. You know daddy loves it when you cry.”

THE END! Tbh, idk about this! i just wanted to write more and explore more about this pair, especially in the one month they’re together that we kind of gloss over in part 3!! None of this really advances the plot of course, it’s just a long drabble, and i’m not sure why i wrote it except that i just... wrote it. idk! please do tell me what you think!!! i know many of you probably expected smut but... this pairing is very interesting to me and i love writing them when they talk!! okay, i’ll shut up now.. please let me know what you thought!!

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The Recruit - 31. Clint

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 2289

Warnings: smut (MMFF bisexual threesome.  Somnophillia, oral sex, anal sex)

Synopsis:  When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it.  He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time.  Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out.  It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

31. Clint

Clint’s return to consciousness was slow and a little confusing.  He’d been dreaming, he knew that.  In the dream, he lived on a farm with you, Steve, Sharon, Sam, Natasha, and Bucky.  They had a dog and one of those furry cows with horns.  Natasha had just told everyone she was pregnant and everyone was so happy, but then it had gone from that to being in bed.  He was fucking Bucky, the other man bent over the edge of the bed and gripping the sheets so hard they were tearing under his fingers.  Clint had a hand bunched in his hair and was pulling it back as he thrust hard and deep into him.  It was a weird dream for Clint.  Usually, when he had sex dreams he was the one being fucked, among a whole myriad of other things.  The thing that really stuck with him, even as the real world started to bleed into it, was how detailed Bucky’s back was.  He could see every corded muscle and every scar as if it was in high definition.

It began to fade, but that feeling of him fucking something didn’t.  He rutted his hips and let out a soft moan, but it wasn’t until he felt the sting and burn of someone entering him that he woke fully.  He cried out at the unexpected intrusion, his muscles clenching hard and his hips bucking forward.

Steve had his arm wrapped around Clint and his forearm braced against Clint’s chest.  “There’s my little cock slut,” Steve growled against his ear.  “Relax and take it.  You know this is what you were made for.”

Clint’s eyes rolled back into his head.  He couldn’t think straight.  Those words coming from Steve somehow sounded more wrong and taboo than anything else, which just turned Clint on even more.  He mewled and willed himself to relax and Steve pulled him back down onto his cock.  Both you and Sharon stirred and sat up, looking around blearily.  “What’s going on?” you asked.

“Just taking care of our little bird,” Steve said.  “If one of you gets on your back, I’ll make him take care of you too.”

Sharon leaned in and whispered something to you. Your eyebrows knit together and you give a small nod.  “Okay,” you said.  “But we don’t have a lot of time.  I need to arrive at training before any of you, and you’re going to the medics.  Right?”

Steve made a sound against Clint’s ear.  It was almost imperceptible but it was close to a growl.  “Yes.  Right after,” he said.  “Just a morning quickie.”

You rolled on your back, and Steve manhandled Clint so that he was on his knees between your legs.  While Steve’s cock pushed in and out and ground deeper than Clint had ever taken him, not once did he pull out.  Clint mewled loudly as he was wrestled into positions and he gripped your thighs, putting them over his shoulders as Steve shoved his head down onto your cunt.  

Clint was having trouble focusing on anything outside his immediate vicinity.  He had this vague sense that Sharon had straddled your face and if he wasn’t so completely fucked out of his mind, he was sure he’d be enjoying the view right now.  He licked and sucked at your cunt like his life depended on it.  All the while Steve pounded into his ass.  Hard jolts of pleasure were punched into him, right up his spine and rippling out through him.  His cock bounced up and down with each snap of Steve’s hips, making it slap against Clint’s stomach, smearing precome on his skin and sending little droplets of it splattering onto the sheets.  He wanted so badly to touch it.  To wrap his hand around his shaft and pump it until he painted the sheets, but he was too busy bracing himself against you as it felt like Steve was trying to split him in two.

He was so dazed, that when your orgasm hit, it took him completely by surprise.  You arch your back up and your hips jerk up, hitting him in the face and making him feel even more dazed than he already was.  He pulled back and shook his head like he was trying to clear it and watched as Sharon climbed off your face and crawled around beside him.

She rolled on her back and wiggled under him and took his cock into her mouth.  Clint cried out loudly, his whole body shuddering as he tried to hold it together.  “Please,” he begged.  “Gonna come!”

Steve’s hand pushed into Clint’s hair and he dragged his head back.  “Come,” he ordered.

That’s all it took for Clint to completely fall apart.  His balls pulled tight and his whole body shuddered, and he released straight down Sharon’s throat.  She gagged and pulled back, swallowing what she could while the rest spilled down her lips.

Steve grabbed Clint’s hips and he picked up the pace.  All Clint had the energy to do was hold on to you and let Steve use him.  You played with his hair as Steve railed into him and with a roar, Steve shoved in deep and came hard.  He could feel the pulse of his cock inside him as he filled him.  “Fuck…” Clint moaned.

Steve pulled out of him and patted Clint’s back.  “I’m gonna shower,” he said.

Sharon said something to you, but Clint wasn’t sure what.  She then got up and followed Steve.  You played with his hair and he looked up at you completely dazed. “You have to go for a run soon,” you teased and Clint started laughing breathlessly. 

“Don’t remind me,” he whined.

“Sharon said she’s gonna stick with Steve and make sure he goes down to the infirmary,” you explained.  “We can lie here while you get your bearings but we should really go eat and then shower.  I need to look like I came down from my room.”

Clint nodded.  “Just a little longer, okay?”

You nodded and leaned down and kissed his forehead.  “You got it, babe.”

Something was wrong.

Steve and Sharon hadn’t stayed for breakfast, so he’d had food with you and then you’d both showered.  You’d gone down to the gym first and he’d followed a little after with Lucky.  It was a weird start to the morning, but nothing felt completely off.

It felt off now.

Sharon and Bucky were late.  Sam seemed to be expecting them and he kept checking his watch.  He wasn't the only one.  Everyone in the gym was getting antsy.  Around the time a few of the reception staff came over to ask if they could pat Clint’s dog, Sam seemed to give up.

“Okay, we're running late, let's get going.  You know the way,” Sam called.

Clint took another look around as he made his way outside with the group.  Just as he left the gym he saw Sam pull Hill to the side.  He whispered something to her, and she nodded and veered off the elevator.

That wasn’t particularly reassuring, but he knew he had to keep up appearances.  He made his way outside and started running, Lucky’s leash clasped in his hand as he jogged along with the dog.  Lucky had gotten a lot better since the day Clint had brought him home from the vet, and he’d been joining him on these morning runs for a while now.

Clint wasn’t focusing on his dog right now.  He was too caught up in the potential repercussions of what was keeping Bucky and Sharon.  He was sure it must be something to do with Steve.  What if they'd found something really bad?  Did Steve have a brain tumor?  Could he even get a brain tumor?

Clint slowed his pace, trying to fall in line with Sam.  You passed him with a group of the other recruits, glancing back at him with your eyebrows knitted

It was fairly common for Clint to wish that they weren’t so secretive about their relationship when they were down at training.  He supposed it wouldn’t change much.  Steve had this bug in his bonnet about being professional, and Clint supposed that it would probably make a lot of people uncomfortable if the group were being all touchy-feely in the middle of training.  But he couldn’t pretend that the idea of stealing kisses and touches at work did turn him on.  It wasn’t just that though.  He would like to be able to kiss people goodbye in the hall without worrying about secrets.

That feeling had only been compounded since you had joined the group.  At least with any of the others, he could go up and have a whispered conversation and no one would question it.  He was able to wait for Sam and speculate on where everyone was.  That was harder to do for you.  You needed to be careful about people seeing you getting too cozy with any of the Avengers.

Sam caught up to him and pulled up beside him.  “What’s going on?” Clint asked. 

“I was going to ask you,” Sam said.  “You were with Sharon and Steve last night, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, but they left together to take Steve to the infirmary,” Clint said. “Sharon said she’d come down once she was sure he was going through with it.”

Sam frowned. “Well, maybe Bucky and Sharon decided to stay and keep him company.”

Clint nodded. “Yeah. Maybe that’s all it is.”

Sam patted him on the shoulder. “Let’s not worry, unless we need to worry.”

That was easier said than done.  Clint kept running, encouraging people when he saw them struggling, and when he got back to the tower he grabbed a bottle of water and shared it with Lucky.  Hill was already down waiting for Sam and they had a hurried conversation that Clint watched with eagle eyes.  He tried reading their lips but he was only able to pick up random words and none of them were particularly helpful at understanding what was happening.

Sam stepped up onto the platform at the end of the room.  “There won’t be any circuits today,” he called out.  “Everyone return to work.  Recruits, stay put.  We’ll let you know where to go in a moment.”

Everyone started heading out of the room except for the Avengers and some of the higher-up agents all gathered together.  Clint went to the group and squeezed in between Wanda and Natasha.  “Alright, everyone,” Sam said, in a hushed voice.  “Cap’s gone missing.”

There were shocked murmurs in the group and Sam held up his hands.  “I know, I know.  This is what we know.  He’s been off since that mission where HYDRA got their hands on him.  We’d convinced him to take an MRI and Sharon Carter was escorting him down to make sure he checked himself in.  Sergeant Barnes found her unconscious in the elevator.  He’s gone in pursuit.  He’s known Captain Rogers for the longest and he hoped he might be able to work out in what direction he might have gone.  In the meantime, we all need to track him down.  He’s not himself. He’s attacked one of us.”

Clint’s heart was beating so hard it was difficult to hear Sam over it.  He couldn’t believe this had happened.  Steve had attacked Sharon?  There was no way!  Even this version of Steve that wouldn’t attack one of them?

“Clint and Wanda,” Sam said, making Clint snap his attention to him.  “You both stay with the recruits.  Take them through some circuits maybe or do some drills.  I don’t know.  Keep them busy.”

“What?” Clint said. “No.  I want to go help find Steve.”

Sam sighed. “Alright everyone, go do what you do best.  If you hear anything, I’m the first person you tell.  Clint, one moment.”

Clint huffed and walked to the side of the room.  “Look,” Sam said. “I know you want to help, and fuck I know you’d be able to.  But our girl is over there and she’s probably freaking out.  I’ll message you when we know anything.  And I mean anything.  And you can tell her.  Okay?”

“Why don’t we just send the recruits home and she can come with us?” Clint asked.

“You know even if we do send them home, she can’t come with us,” Sam whispered. “This isn’t ideal.  None of this is fucking ideal. Something really fucked is going on with Steve and I don’t know what to do.  I’m going to go out for a fly with Rhodey and Tony and we’re going to see if we can spot him.  In the meantime, I need you to watch out for her.”

“Fine,” Clint huffed. “But if you hear anything…”

“I’ll text you,” Sam said, and his tone turned gentle.  “Promise, babe.  Anything…”

Clint took a risk and rubbed Sam’s arm, frowning as he did.  He took a deep breath.  He needed to get it together.  He needed to be strong for you.  He wanted to help find Steve but this was where he was needed.  You needed him.

He walked over to where the group of recruits were milling around talking with each other.  Wanda stepped up beside him and he clapped his hands. “Alright, kids,” he said. “I know you’re all wondering what’s going on.  But for now, we have work to do.  Let’s head down to the shooting range.”

You looked at him, raising your eyebrow.  He offered a small smile knowing it wasn’t going to be enough to set your worries at ease.  He would fill you in when he could later.  For now, he’d do his best just to distract you and hope that was enough.

// NEXT

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Twiyor Thoughts!! (Spoilers for SPY X FAMILY Mission 80)

This chapter really got the ball rolling for the next prominent arc, but I wanted to dive into Loid and Yor’s subplot and give my two cents on it because I’m absolutely loving the direction this is going in!

On the one hand, it’s very cute that Yor has to basically make up a gripe about not having gripes to meet her coworkers’ standards of “normal,” all because Loid is A+ Gourmet Husband Material™. He’s so thoughtful and understanding that she thinks she has to make up a reason to be upset with him to pass as normal.

On the other hand, it’s 100% natural to end up having disagreements and get on each other’s nerves from time to time. We obviously see Loid and Yor through the lens of romance, but living in the same space as someone else is inevitably going to lead to grievances big and small. That applies whether you’re living with your partner, your relative, your best friend, anybody!

So having a minor spat over basically nothing now might actually be good for them! Yor needs to feel self-assured enough to speak her mind when she doesn’t agree with something, and Loid needs to be able to hear her criticisms without instantly catastrophizing and assuming that Yor wants to leave him every time she’s even vaguely upset.

I think if these two sat down and fessed up to each other how much they don’t want to lose each other this arrangement, then they would realize that not every single problem in their relationship is an omen of the apocalypse. These two have zero sense of normal and it shows, but at the end of the day, they’re kindred spirits no matter how this subplot shakes out. Most of us want them to start smooching already, but even just as friends or teammates, they work together really well. They understand each other more than they know. So if they hit a bump in the road now and realize that it’s just a bump and not a giant, marriage-destroying chasm of doom, they will be an even stronger unit than they were before.

Plus, I mean, the last time their relationship suffered any turbulence was because of Fiona and her BS, and that led to some of the best Twiyor moments to date, so I think we’re in for a feast in this arc, folks. I’m really excited to see how this all ends up working out. The last time I made any hard predictions, they were dead wrong, but I’m open to all sorts of possibilities for how this subplot could work out by the end of the arc (if it even ends there and doesn’t just keep going in the background for a long time).

Bonus opinion: Yor needs better friends yesterday. Sharon is like the only one who kinda takes up for her, the other two still scrutinize her like crazy. And her only alternative is… Melinda… oof.

#twiyor #spy x family #yor forger #loid forger #sxf #yor briar #spyxfamily #yor briar forger #loid x yor #agent twilight #thorn princess #loidyor #spy x family manga #spy x family spoilers #sxf manga #spy x family manga spoilers #sxf manga spoilers #spy x family chapter 80 #sxf chapter 80 #spy x family manga chapter 80 #sxf manga chapter 80 #spy family

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I hoped out of bed at 2am to write this just take it.

“My hands are cold” Robin whines, rubbing her palms together. The motion brings little warmth to her freezing knuckles, already aching after being gripped into tighter fists for the past few… days, hours, weeks. She can’t count the number of times her hands have fiercely gripped the nearest surface at the scrape of metal since last summer. Even the start of a car engine reminds her all too well of last summer, of fireworks and flesh blobs. 

He likes it cold.

It makes sense that the upside down would be colder than the freezers at Scoops Ahoy, she supposes, this being the realm of the Mind Flayer, who, obviously, likes it cold. 

Robin had been more prepared for the chill this time, this being her second time in the Upside down, but the cold bite still sunk deep, a shiver running like a ghost down her spine the moment she’d fallen into the viney blue rendition of the town she called home. 

“Yeah, we know Robin.” Steve says, annoyance taking over his voice. The trek through the upside down hadn’t been good for any of their nerves, and Robin had lasted about thirty seconds of staying quiet for the sake of their slowly waning sanity before bursting out some idiotic ramble or whiny comment.

And in front of Nancy, no less. Robin can already feel their seemingly blooming friendship withering when the curly haired her inevitably notices that Robin is… Robin. 

Honestly, Robin shouldn’t be surprised, much less disappointed, because she should’ve known someone as badass and beautiful as Nancy would turn tail after being hit with the full force of the friend-repelling machine that is Robin’s personality. 

But Nancy had seemed happy at the implications of their new friendship in the woods, sparking a little, dangerous flame of hope that was immediately doused by a tiny voice in the back of her head, insisting that it’s just a matter of time before Nancy realizes how lame and annoying Robin is. Robin had pushed the thought away at the time, trying to cling onto the moment.

But now, Robin’s beginning to think that the stupid voice was right, seeing as Nancy hasn’t said a word to her their entire time in the upside down.

Chill, robin. Don’t read too much into it.

“Well, it’s true,” Robin states presently, if only to annoy Steve. He scoffs somewhere behind her, seemingly walking next to Nancy. Which Robin is like, totally not jealous about. The opposite of jealous, really. Happy. Because two of her friends were going to be dating, or something, and Steve would finally be happy. And who cares, honestly, if Robin has to endure a lovey-dovey pda between the two once and a while, because at the end of the day she loves them both. 

Still, she feels… somewhat uncomfortable at the thought of Nancy and Steve spending time together, cuddling and kissing, when it could be Nancy and Robin instead—

Robin blinks.

Nope.

No way.

No way in hell is she crushing on badass, smart, beautiful Nancy fucking Wheeler. 

She’s just jealous Steve would be spending time with someone else. That’s all. Normal, third-wheel feelings. 

But then Robin’s mind unwillingly pictures Nancy, her brown curled framing her face, her eyes lighting up when she comes up with an idea, her pursed smile, kissing Steve. And her heart aches. 

Because she’s never minded Steve dating girls before, or him kissing Sharon or Jill or whatever girl he was dating in the back of Family Video during his break, so why should this be different? She doesn’t have a crush on Nancy.

She can’t have a crush on Nancy, because Steve would never forgive her and she would never forgive herself. 

Robin’s hands shake, and she’s not sure if it’s the cold or the terrifying thoughts with a grip on her heart. 

Somewhere in the distance, a branch cracks. 

Robin’s eyes snap up, her knuckles immediately gripping the flashlight in her hand, not helping the slight ache.

The trio freezes, glancing around wildly. It’s come from somewhere up ahead, through the scattered trees and vines in front of them. 

A beat.

Another.

Nothing.

Robin lets out a breath, her chest relaxing. 

“I’ll go check it out.” Steve says, the tense moment lost, tossing his bat to the other hand and dropping his backpack and jogging ahead.

“Our hero,” Robin whispers, blowing a kiss to him. Steve rolls his eyes as he passes, disappearing into the mass of trees. Leaving Robin and Nancy.

Alone. 

Nancy chuckles slightly, walking up a little to stand beside Robin. 

“He certainly likes to play hero, doesn’t he?” Nancy says, nudging Robin slightly. Robin laughs and nods. 

“You should see him in front of the babes at Family Video. He acts like he’s my boss.” 

Nancy laughs again, and Robin takes the sound and wants to taste it, to keep it with her forever. 

“Does he have a girlfriend, then?” Nancy asks. Robin feels her heart tighten.

“No.” Robin replies simply, not trusting herself to say anything else without choking. 

“Ah.”

“Yeah.” Robin takes a deep breath, letting her head fall back to stare at the canopy of petrified trees above them. Her eyes wander unwillingly to Nancy. 

“Are your hands really that cold?” The brunette asks with a playful smile, and Robin glances back down. Her fingers are shaking again. 

“Uh, yeah. I-I guess I’m not really used to the, um, cold.” Robin stutters the confession out, eyes meeting Nancy’s blue ones that somehow always seem to glow. 

“Well,” Nancy says slowly. “We can always hold hands if that will warm yours up. Mine aren’t that cold” 

Robin feels her light up like a firework, an explosion of blush on her face.

“Oh.. uh, I—” but it’s too late, and Nancy’s fingers are intertwining with Robin's undoubtedly sweaty ones, warmth sparking at the touch. 

Oh

Nancy Wheeler is holding her hand.

“Better?” Nancy asks, looking up at Robin with her big doe eyes. 

“Yeah,'' Robin breathes shakily. 

They stay like that a moment, hands locked together, shared warmth heating Robins cheeks and heart and long, slender fingers.  

Steve bursts through the trees, sudden and surprising, and Robin feels Nancy’s hand pull away quickly, her own fingers quickly longing for the warmth of Nancy’s parting touch. 

“It was nothing.” Steve proclaims somewhat proudly, grinning.

“Congrats,” Robin deadpans. “You’ve saved us. What would ever would we do without you?” 

“Oh, shut up.”

They continue walking, and Robin can feel her needy heart aching. She hadn’t missed how days Nancy had disconnected them, or the guilty expression on the other girl's face as Robin quipped at Steve. 

She’d be more ashamed if she knew what you were. 

Robin’s hands shake all the way to Vecna’s mansion.

—

Even after making it through the woods, after throwing Molotov cocktails at Vecna, after hearing the crack in Dustin’s voice when he tells them Eddie’s dead, after carrying a lifeless Max to the hospital, Robin can feel her heart yearning for more. 

For Nancy’s touch in the upside down woods, in Vecna’s doorway, beside Max’s hospital bed. 

For Nancy. 

#Ronance #ronance drabble #ronance fic #stranger things

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Are You Afraid Of The Dark?

This is part 5 of Snow In The Dark. Been a while I know but hope you like anyway.

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow finds out about the dangers of the planet.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language, slight abuse I think that’s it.

Let me know if you want to be tagged :P : @here4thespice

We all head towards the coring room. Johns taking the lead like it was his idea. One of Iman's boys was missing and Riddick suggested this place.

I quickly recognized the building as the one Jack tried to scare us at. We didn't get a chance to check it out before Johns called for us.

Johns shoots the chains off the doors making the doors smoothly open.

Iman rushes in, Johns telling him to go slow but not going with him.

Jack tries to follow. I quickly grab her before she can run in.

"Jack, wait. Just wait." I say her looking up at me with worry on her face.

Her eyes snap over my shoulder, her looking at something behind me.

I didn't have to turn around or ask. I could feel him behind me. My body is aware of him more than my mind has ever been aware of anything.

I take a breath to settle myself and smile at her.

She spins around to face the inside of the building, us waiting to see what happens.

Carolyn slowly steps into the doorway. All of us huddled around it as Iman moved around the room calling for the child.

I watch him walk towards a cabinet of some sort. The doors are slightly shaking. I jump when he pulls them open.

A swarm of winged beasts comes flying out, knocking him over. Johns and Carolyn quickly move to close the doors to the building, ready to trap Iman in there with them as the flying creatures rush towards us.

I feel an arm wrap around my middle pulling me back a few feet. I gasp from the sudden movement, my back being pressed into a hard chiseled chest.

The smell of him invades my senses. I don't get a chance to figure out what it is before he lets me go.

Everyone slowly moving into the room

"Iman." Johns calls out looking around. Carolyn right behind him.

Iman screams as the two of them rush over to him.

Jack rips herself from my arms running in. I follow her, stopping quickly as everyone looks at the fresh body in the closet.

It is mostly bone left. I can't help but make a face as I realize what happened. Those things ate him.

"Jack, come on." I say moving over to touch her shoulder.

"What happened?" She asks, turning around and hiding her face in my chest.

"Nothing good." I say holding her.

"We must bury him." Iman says solemnly. Him sitting on his knees in shock.

"I'll find something to wrap him with." Johns says I swear, almost sounding annoyed. Carolyn moves to comfort Iman.

"Come on, let's wait outside." I say, leading Jack outside.

Riddick leaning on the side of the building as we walk outside.

"I wanna help them." Jack says, looking at the other children.

I nod and smile at her letting her do what she needed to.

After they bring the boy out and begin their funeral I follow Riddick back inside.

Johns, Carolyn and Sharon standing on a platform over the hole in the middle of the room. Johns lighting a flare and dropping it down. It falls down deep into the ground.

"What happened?" Sharon asks.

"Other buildings weren't secure." Riddick says walking under the platform.

Him crouching down to look into the hole. His goggles pushed up on his forehead. I follow him, seeing nothing but bones at the bottom.

"So they ran here. Heaviest doors. Thought they'd be safe inside. But they forgot to lock the cellar."

I look over at him wondering how he gathered all that so fast.

Hearing footsteps I look past him seeing Sharon approaching us as Riddick puts his goggles back on.

"Here." She says taking her oxygen off and throwing it at him.

Him catching it easily.

"What, it's broken?" He asks, throwing it down on the ground.

"No, there's still a few hits."

"Actually you asshole, I'm trying to say that I'm sorry." She says surprising me since she wanted to kill him just a few hours ago.

Johns stopped behind her looking at us.

"Okay." He says as if telling us to stop talking.

"Let's bored this place up and get the hell outta here." He says motioning us to follow him.

Sharon kicks the oxygen towards Riddick, her arms crossed as she walks off.

I don't focus on what John's and Carolyn are talking about. Johns just talking about staying out of the dark. Instead I watched Riddick bend down and pick up the oxygen. Him placing it around his shoulder.

I watch his brows wrinkle up as if he's dealing with something on the inside. I quickly realize no one has ever done anything nice for him before. My heart clenched at the thought. He was a street kid just like me.

He straightens up and looks over at me. I offer him a smile which he doesn't return. Him moving over to where Carolyn is playing with a diagram of the planet we were on and the ones around it along with the three suns. 

"Eclipse." She says softly.

"A total eclipse."

"You're not afraid of the dark are you?" Riddick asks, smirking.

Despite not knowing him that long I knew that smirk. The one where he knew no matter what happened he was going to be just fine.

"We need to leave before it gets dark." I say, everyone turning to look at me.

"Let's go." Carolyn says standing up and going outside. Johns quickly followed after her. The others going with them as well.

"I need to go find Jack." I say, turning to look up at Riddick.

He nods but doesn't speak. I start to turn around heading for the door but stop when his voice fills my ears.

"A lot more people are gonna die before we get off this rock. Be sure you're not one of them." He says, making me look over at him.

"I will, because I'm not afraid of the dark." I say, watching a twisted smile form on his lips.

I return it without thinking of the tug of splitting skin on my lip reminding me of Johns hitting me.

Riddick steps closer to me. His presence consumes the space around me. I almost shiver. Almost. Instead I take a deep breath, something I'm sure he noticed.

He leans into me, his face inches from mine. I have to resist the urge to close my eyes. His mouth is so close to my ear I can feel his breath.

“You should take care of who gave you that busted lip.” He whispers, his voice rumbling through me.

“Or would you like me to?” He asks, making my stomach flip. A fluttering settling deep inside it.

I just got turned on by him threatening to kill someone for me.

I take another breath through my nose to calm myself down. This time the smell of him makes my head spin.

Charcoal, spice and something I can’t quite put my finger on. But it’s enough to make me want to reach out and taste him.

Instead I clench my fist and take a step away from him.

“Thanks for the offer, but I think I got it.” I say, having no intentions on killing Johns but it got my mind off of wanting to climb Riddick like a tree.

“We should get started on leaving before it gets dark.” I say, taking another step away from him.

Him looking at me, making me wish I could see his reaction but I can’t for those goggles of his.

“I’ll find you later.” I say, earning a smirk from him.

I quickly spin around and leave the building.

‘I’ll find you later?’ I question myself feeling my face heat up from embarrassment.

Trying not to think about the alpha male that is Riddick I quickly make some distance between him and me. I decided to walk around for a few minutes to clear my mind before I found Jack. I knew my face was flushed and I didn’t want her asking questions.

I don’t know how long I walked around for.

Coming around the forgotten houses I’m stopped when someone suddenly grabs my arm jerking me towards them.

I let out a grunt when my back is slammed into the mettle wall behind me.

“What the heck?” I ask looking up to see Johns glaring down at me.

“What are you two planning?”

His other hand snaps up grabbing my jaw pinning me in place. I match his glare trying to pull my face from him. He tightens his grip so hard I feel like he's going to break my jaw.

“I’ll ask you again. What are you two planning?”

“Nothing!” I yell at him.

“Don’t lie to me bitch. You are planning something with Riddick. You have been doing it since we got here.” He says a crazed look in his eyes as he pushes himself closer to me.

“Let me go.” I say clenching my jaw as he tightens his grip both on my arm and face.

“Tell me and I will.” He says his breath fanning over my face.

“Let go before I hurt you.” I say earning a laugh from me.

“We both know you’re not going to do that.” “Let. Me. Go.” I say through clenched teeth.

“Not until you tell me what I want.” He says pressing himself closer trying to intimidate me with his size.

I close my eyes feeling the darkness start to drip into my mind. Tilting my head I try to fight it, knowing Johns would be dead when I came back.

I take a deep breath and open my eyes looking back up at him. His gaze is wild and unfocused the way I’ve seen beggars on the street look. Johns was definitely a user of something and he was coming down from it.

When his finger tips dig harder into my skin I don’t stop myself from reacting this time.

With one arm free I use everything I have to hit him in the throat, at the same time my knee jerks up to hit him in the balls.

I don’t react as he drops to the ground holding both sites of impact, gasping for air as I crouch down over him.

“Touch me again and I will kill you.” I say, my heart racing.

Standing up I quickly walk away from him. This time it’s a completely different reason why I don’t go find Jack.

I slip into a nearby house hopefully away from everyone and go into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

It was small, barely big enough for the necessities. Looking in the mirror over the sink I take a shaky breath.

As the adrenaline leaves my body the ache in my jaw and arm find their way into my brain. That plus the angry red marks tells me what I already knew. They would bruise.

I take breath to calm myself, the darker side of me still hovering on the edge of my mind.

“You're okay.” I tell myself my voice barely a whisper.

“Just get off this planet, survive.” I say, calming myself down.

I stay  in the bathroom for a few moments then walk out. Leaving the house I head back towards the ship.

Jack runs up to me when she sees me.

“Hey I was- what happened?” She asks when she gets close enough to see the marks on me.

“It’s nothing. For now.” I say smiling at her.

“Did Riddick-?” She starts to ask, the look I give her is enough to shut her up.

“No, the cop did this.” I say looking behind her not seeing Johns anywhere.

“Stay away from him okay?” I ask, placing my hands on her shoulders.

“Yeah, okay.” She says, nodding.

Smiling at her I rub her cheek then pull away from her walking closer to the ship, to join the rest of the group.

#riddick #chronicles of riddick #richard b riddick #riddick fanfiction #riddick x reader #pitch black fanfic #pitch black fic #pitch black #snow in the dark

[wandafiction]

Hear, Listen, Take It In - Just Us Chapter 41

Warnings: Talk of PTSD, Mentions of Abuse, Some Fluff.

Word Count: 2622

Series List | Chapter 40 | Chapter 42

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I must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I know Wanda is gently shaking me awake; and I am met by the most beautiful smile and green eyes. Our position on the bed also swapped around at some point, I am now laying on my side with my head on Wanda's chest as her hand plays with my hair. I look up at Wanda with confusion at the change in position.

"You kept moving about in your sleep dorogoy, so I moved us around so I could hold you better. It seemed to help you sleep peacefully." Her hand continues to smooth out my hair as her voice is soft like music to my ears.

"Well even though I prefer to be the big spoon, this is a nice sight to wake up to. And you're very comfortable. Thank you princess." 

"You don't have to thank me baby, I love you and I love taking care of you." I tilt my head back so I am looking directly in her eyes.

"No I do. I have a lot to thank you for. Especially for not running away when you found out the truth." I remember how mad and upset she got and it hurts me to know I caused it.

"Well we are past that now. I Know the truth so please don't allow what happened to hurt you. It was all one big misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding is an understatement." I hear Wanda huff out a laugh. "Do you forgive me?" Wanda's brows furrow in confusion. 

"Baby you have done nothing that needs my forgiveness, but if it will help put your mind at rest then yes I forgive you for it all." She leans down to kiss my forehead.

"I love you so much. Thank you for staying." 

"There's nowhere else I would rather be." I look at the clock and realise the time.

"Wait, where are the twins?"

"Sharon and Yelena picked them up. Taking them bowling or something." I pout at the thought of Wanda not being with her boys.

"I'm sorry." 

"What are you saying sorry for? You've done nothing wrong." 

"I caused you hurt when you thought I was married. Then I caused you panic when I had flashbacks and now I am taking you away from time you could be spending with your boys." 

Wanda moves from beneath me and I almost whine at the loss of contact. I was comfortable. She presses the button that makes the head of the bed fold up to a sitting position and she pushes herself back against it sitting criss-cross applesauce. She looks down at me patting the space in front of her, following her silent instruction I move myself so I am sat in front of her. My hands in my lap, as my fingers of one hand pull at the fingers of my other hand.

"Dorogoy, I need you to look at me when I say this. I need you to hear it, listen to it, take it in. I need you to hear what I'm about to say. So please can you look at me, just one more time?" 

I let out a shaky breath as I move my head upwards so I can look into her eyes, a small smile graces her lips, her nose scrunching and I fawn over the sight. Her hands move into mine, grabbing onto them and placing them on my calves as she holds them.

"Everything you just apologised for you have no control over. Now before you say 'I could have told you about Sarah' no, no you couldn't. And that's because your brain was conditioned not to by her , and your brain and your body still react to things in  a way because of her . So not telling me you were married is more her fault than anyone else's. Your flashbacks are completely and utterly out of anyone's control. I know that you have therapy for a reason, and that it has probably helped but baby PTSD will always be with you. Now I want to learn what I can do to make sure I don't trigger you into an episode like today. I want to be able to look after you and care for you but I also need to know how to not put you in a situation where you need to be cared for and to be looked after. If that makes any sense at all. Finally, I chose not to pick the boys up. They are 14 years old, and very very smart. Sometimes too smart for their own good. I didn't tell them what happened or anything like that, I just said I have to be with you right now and all they said in return was 'go be with her'. That was a decision we made together for you. So please, and hear me when I say this. Please stop apologising for things that you cannot control. I know you felt guilty but you have to find a way to let it go because I am not mad, or angry or frustrated with you. I love you so fucking much Y/n, you hear me, so much. So please stop apologising."

I know I have tears in my eyes because my vision is now very blurry, my bottom lip is quivering and even though my breathing is steady it is shaky. Wanda removes one of her hands from mine to use the pad of her thumb to wipe at the bottom of my eyes to help the tears to fall. When I blink away the rest, Wanda's hand moves to cup my cheek wiping some of the tears from my skin. She has what seems to be a proud smile on her face, it's not big and wide it's subtle and her eyes have this extra emotion I can't quite read. 

"I hear you." It's the first words to leave my mouth and she presses her lips together still smiling slightly as she looks at me like I am the most precious thing in the universe.

"Do you believe me when I say those words?" I hesitate for just a second, but Wanda allows me to take that moment's hesitation to recollect my feelings and thoughts and there is only one word that I can see floating around in my own head.

"Yes."

A knock at the door brings us out of our little bubble, my head turns to look through the small pane of glass to see who it was. Natasha is on the other side, with a guilty look on her face. Why is she guilty? When our eyes meet through the glass I smile at her waving for her to come inside but her expression doesn't change. The door opens and closes slowly, Natasha's head bowed to look at her hands as they fiddle with the ends of her sleeves. I look back at Wanda with confusion written on my face, but all she does is give me a small smile and shuffle to the left side of the bed so I can join her in sitting up against it. 

Natasha stays standing by the door, I think her eyes are red and puffy but it's hard to tell when she isn't actually looking at me. I feel Wanda's hand come to rest on the back of my neck as she plays with the baby hairs, also remaining silent. 

"I'm sorry." The words leave Natasha's lips with a sigh, my brows furrow as I tilt my head in question but her eyes stay trained to the ground.

"Is the floor really more interesting than me?" Natasha huffs out a laugh as she brings her head up but her eyes don't follow her movements. "Natasha...Nat...what's wrong? Why are you apologising to me?" 

"I scared you." My face scrunches in complete confusion turning to Wanda to see if she knows, but she simply nods her head towards Natasha telling me it's between me and her. Great guess I have to figure this one out.

"How did you scare me?" I ask gently, my voice level so she knows I have no anger towards her.

"You flinched." Another sigh escapes her lips. "Twice actually. Both times because of me."

"That wasn't on you Natasha. You did nothing wrong. It's my fucked up brain that reacted." I tap my head a couple of times to get my point across, but before Natasha can say anything we are interrupted.

"Okay I was going to let you talk it out but your brain is not fucked up, it has been fucked with and now you are dealing with it. There is a difference." Wanda glares at me, hating how I talk about myself. 

"What do you mean it's been fucked with?" Natasha is now looking at me, the guilt look almost gone and replaced with worry. Meanwhile my eyes dart between Natasha and Wanda.

"You...you didn't tell her?" My mouth agape with shock.

"It's not my story to tell. I did tell her not to come barging in here and to try and keep her movements not so...aggressive I guess." I'm speechless, blinking back a few tears. I don't know why I am getting emotional. "Baby, do you want me to give you some time with Natasha?" 

"Do you mind?" I can't comprehend how Wanda knows what I need, but also has so much care about her that she doesn't tell her best friend all my dirty little secrets, the skeletons in my closet if you will, the moment she can. She didn't tell Natasha. She really cares, I mean I knew that but she actually truly cares about my feelings. My emotions. My fucked up brain, no, my trauma. And I trust her with my life with that information. I'm brought out of my thoughts by a kiss on my cheek.

"Of course not dorogoy, Natasha can come and get me when you're done." Natasha simply nods as Wanda walks past, but not before enveloping her best friend in a hug and whispering something in her ear that makes her visibly relax. Once Wanda closes the door behind her, Natasha looks up at me pointing to the end of the bed.

"Can I sit?" She is apprehensive, she seems nervous of every little move she makes.

"You don't have to ask." I pat the space in front of me, and she slowly makes her way onto the bed. Her movements are slow and calculated. "You don't have to move so slowly Natasha, you won't hurt me." 

"But I did."

"No you didn't. Steph hurt me." The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them, Natashas movements stop as she looks up at me. "Sorry that just came out."

"Is it true?" Natasha is now sitting criss-cross applesauce in front of me, like me and Wanda before, her head tilted slightly but a relaxed smile on her face.

"Has Wanda told you anything?" 

"Only that your ex's actions have caused a lot of reactions. I know about the panic attack, and how you got the black eye but not why on both accounts." I hum in acknowledgement taking in the small bit of information. "I know trust can be a hard thing to give, I get it I do, but Wanda doesn't tell us anything that we don't need to know. I trust her with all I have and she has never let me down."

"I trust her. That's why I told her these things. Apart from the I used to be married part, but she told me it was because of what Steph did. Something I became conditioned to." 

"Do you believe that? Because from the sounds of it she is right." 

"I do mostly. I'm working on it."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Just be there for Wanda when she needs you." She furrows her brows.

"No I meant for you Y/n. What can I do for you? What actions of mine today caused you to flinch? What can I do as a person to try and stop myself from causing whatever I caused?" Natasha frowns at the thought.

"You didn't cause anything."

"Y/n you ended up in hospital after flinching at me, how did I not cause this."

"I have PTSD Nat. No one could have done anything. It was a massive flashback that I truly didn't realise was a flashback till I woke up in hospital. PTSD works in wonderful ways like that."

"Okay so you have PTSD. Is there anything else I need to know?" Her voice remains calm. 

"I'm in therapy, wait Wanda told you that. Just that the quick movements you jerking your arm like you did where it left my peripheral vision, and the quick bending down. That's what caused me to flinch but it didn't cause anything else before you ask." 

"Is this what Wanda means by your brain is condition to those sort of reactions?"

"Steph wasn't the best when it came to my PTSD."

"Steph is not sounding the best here Y/n."

"She wasn't." I bow my head at my confession. 

"Why did you stay with her?"

"It's not like I had a choice!" I scoff, scowling at Natasha, before completely hating what I said and shooting her an apologetic look. "Sorry, I just mean I had just got to a place where I thought I could date again after losing Sarah, and there was Steph. She seemed so perfect and so ready to help me back to a place I once was. She started out patient and kind, but it soon turned into controlling and, uhm, yeah. Anyway, I was only with her for like 6, maybe 8 months."

"That's long enough Y/n. She used your trauma against you. If I ever see her she is going to have to deal with a very angry russian on a warpath." Natasha seethes and I feel the anger radiating off her body.

"And an angry Sokovian." Me and Natasha both laugh as we think about what Wanda would do to Steph if they ever met. Natasha seems to realise something as she looks up at me.

"You trust and love Wanda, but you still have that fear that she is going to turn on you like Steph did. Don't you?" I open and close my mouth to try and tell her no, I know Wanda wouldn't do that but I don't know that because we have only known each other a month.

"I wish I didn't." Is what I say instead.

"Y/n. I've known Wanda for years and never once as she ever used my shit, my deep dark secrets against me not once. So take it from me when I say Wanda is not going to hurt you like Steph did. Wanda loves you. Like full on, in this forever love and I truly believe that. The love Steph had for you was not love Y/n it was pure and utter manipulation and an abuse of power. Wanda doesn't have an abusive bone in her body. She would never use your shit to get what she wants."

"I want to be 100% fully committed in this, I mean I am, I just mean my brain needs to catch up with my heart."

"Is there anything she can do to speed that process up at all?" 

"Yeah." I let out with a huff of air as the one thing that I would never ask of her but know needs to be done because Steph never did.

"What is it?"

"For her to meet Sarah."

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #just us series

[gainesha]

still at Season 1 with my current BSG rewatch, going slower than I wanted, but

stray thoughts:

I have seen a lot of the episodes many many times, and I had one complete rewatch years ago with my family, but it is very exciting that I committed myself to do a full rewatch again. enough time has passed so that I can kinda see it with a new eye, even though most of the show etched myself into my mind and soul forever.

she is a big deal, but i still feel like we underappreciate Katee Sackhoff as an actor and Kara Thrace as a character in the show. she is just ELECTRIC. possibly my favorite fictional TV character, give or take a Nora Durst.

the David Weddle & Bradley Thomspon scripts sing like no others. Michael Taylor is going to be my go-to writer on the show later on, but they are indelible throughout, and the first ones to truly get the wavelength of RDM

i know many purists would rank the first season as the best, and i enjoy the very classical standalone structure and small-scale feel of it, but for me it's still probably at last place, even considering some rock bottoms of later seasons. also, I love the spiritual and theological rabbit holes the writers will write themselves into, and the show gets better for all the weird detours and strange turns of the worldbuilding and the narrative. I am very curious how the dead-ends and messiness of the overall arc will feel this time through, though.

Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down is by far the worst episode of the show thus far. I don't think EJO handles the screwball rhythms well as a director, and the characterization of Ellen this early in the run does not sit quite well with me, considering how they deepen her story later, especially in the New Caprica run. here it's just a crazy scheming bitch and a bros before hos posturing - her dynamic with Saul could (and will) be great and complicated, two people who get the very worst out of each other, which is spelled out in the episode, but isn't really depicted in an interesting way just yet.

also, can't wait for Tricia Helfer to really shine in later seasons. she is already amazing in her limited role of HeadSix temptress, and you can already sense the complexities behind her purr and anger and frustration.

Tahmoh Pennikett is not the greatest actor on the show, but he is amazing at giving a protector / big brother energy for Helo. he is just so rock solid. makes Helo a much better character than on paper, I think.

Flesh and Bone doesn't hit as hard any more (it was the episode that truly hooked me the first time, and one of my faves to revisit at earlier rewatches), but it is still the episode that has the first true glimpse of the thornier political and theological stuff that make the show reach next levels of greatness in terms of the cylon-human relations. Callum Keith Rennie is alluring and next to Tricia Helfer, the most un-human of the cylons.

the costumes in BSG are PERFECT. from the shiny chrome-silver flightsuits in the Caprica arc (both Helo and Sharon have such cute asses in those pants) to the standard blue uniform and the dogtag-sleeveless-tanktop combo of the pilots... so so so cool

the handheld camera shots really pay out whenever they zoom in a close-up of adama's pockmarked face or starbuck's trembling mouth. a huge reason of why Galactica (the ship, the crew) feels so lived in.

quiet moments like this one always make me cry:

#bsg #bsg 2003 #battlestar galactica #rewatch

[bepoets]

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TRISH PLEASE THERES 40 ROSES HERE🤣😭 instead of giving you 40 sentences from one WIP I’m gonna give you 4 sentences for 10 different ted/rebecca fic WIPs because why not😌 under a read more because it is terribly long lol

1. a little something from my kind of sort of not really Matilda au!!

She’s looking up at Rebecca with wide eyes, glistening with tears. Her eyes remind Rebecca very suddenly of Ted’s. They’re the same warm brown, filled with a hopefulness she has grown to associate with only Ted. One look at the girl’s big, pleading eyes and Rebecca knows, if this was her child she’d never be able to say no to her.

2. from a post canon thing about Ted being depressed in Kansas and Rebecca drunk calling him in the middle of the night

“Move on from who?” The question is out of his mouth before he even has a chance to really think it over and realize exactly how stupid it was to ask that, on a variety of different levels.

Rebecca groans, and he can picture her with her fingertips pressed to her temples.

“This was a mistake. I am not supposed to tell you.”

3. from another post canon thing where Ted starts dreaming about past moments with a Rebecca but through a Very Romantic Lens and he has a tizzy about it

“Good dreams, then?”

He starts to nod his head in agreement before shaking it in a staunch no, only to stop a second after to stare off into space again. His eyes glued to a wall just beyond his phone where Sharon is pulled up on a video call.

4. from rusty swing fic my beloved that I haven’t worked on in Months oh god I’m so sorry rusty swing fic, I’ll come back to you one day

She knows that every time they have a disagreement, whether she bears the brunt of the blame or not, her parents simply wait her out. Let her stew in her displeasure for a few hours, days, weeks. Until they’ve decided — without any input from Rebecca herself — that everything is back to normal.

Sometimes she thinks maybe they can only really hear her when she’s yelling.

5. a little missed connections soulmate au

By the time she’s twenty Rebecca’s heard just about every romantic iteration of a soulmate bond taking place. It’s supposed to be life changing, a moment you can feel throughout your entire body. The stars aligning and a moment of pure magic in an ordinary world.

She supposes it only makes sense that the whole thing would be rather anticlimactic in the end.

6. something from a post s2e6 soulmate au because I like seeing how many soulmate aus I can write without finishing any😌

She wants to cradle his face in her hands and breathe kindness and safety into him. To shine a little flashlight when he’s trapped in the darkest places, waiting with her arms wide open for whenever he’s ready. She wants to warm his hands in hers and help stitch up every wound that lingers on his heart. Even if it should leave her own hands stained and bloody.

7. in which Michelle and Henry assumed Ted & Rebecca were dating. So obviously the only logical reaction is for Ted & Rebecca to pretend to date.

He should be paying attention, he wants to be paying attention. He’d love nothing more than to be able to hear what’s going on, but the ringing won’t stop. It’s a dull but persistent hum clouding over all his senses. The only thoughts rattling through his mind are the words Michelle said just before everything went all fuzzy.

8. from my little combination gala & wedding fic that Henry has wormed his way into out of nowhere

The dark green dress apparently looks like the color of split pea and ham soup, and Henry makes her swear on her morning biscuit delivery that she won’t wear that one. She tries to show it a little support, the color may be unfortunate but the dress is in a cut she absolutely loves. But Henry only shakes his head and says “it’s the worst color of all, Becca, you gotta promise.” And so she does, holding out her pinky finger for Henry to hook his around.

9. excerpt from a little thing that has no plot beyond Rebecca being sexy when she’s bossy

“Can you?” Rebecca’s tongue slips out of the corner of her mouth, wets her lips, and now she’s smirking and fuck. Ted can’t look away. Every thought completely gone, focused entirely on how enticing her lips look.

But Ted’s pretty sure she asked him a question. And he’s never been one to keep a pretty lady waiting, even if his brain is a bit scrambled at the moment.

10. from a weird little fantasy medieval Rebecca as a queen Ted as a baker in town type thing

It isn’t one of the nights where his deepest worries and fears are running through his mind like a hoard of wild horses. It’s a perfectly normal night, after a perfectly normal day. His hands are not trembling, and he takes each breath with remarkable ease. He’s counted sheep, he’s recited recipes in his head, he’s even hummed a lullaby — or five — all to no avail.

#thank you Trish lol I hope you enjoy your 40 sentences #ask game #my writing #ted lasso fic #ted x rebecca

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

A thief, A friend, And a brother

Chapter 2

Chapter summary: It feels like after you meet someone you notice them a lot more everyday doesn't it? At least with Mr. Dixon that’s how it is.

Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count:1,282

Estimated read time: 9 minutes

Chapter 3 is out!

A/N:there are a whole lot of original characters names in here, the reason being the flow of the story, while I would love to put real characters names it wouldn’t make sense going forward, I also promise they will help the relationship later, the first few chapters are more background and relationship set up than anything else, hope you enjoy, Daryl time soon.

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You enjoy the places you work, the diner is a little more fun than the liquor store but they were both quite easy for you. You loved the social aspect of the diner and how you could connect with your customers, but you also loved how calm the liquor store was most days. It was also common that you did small day work at the local bookstore for an old man named Mr. Hamlin who paid you for your efforts.

On this particular day your schedule looked like this: 6am-1pm at the diner, then 3:30pm-9pm at the liquor store.

You get dressed and by 5:20 you are out of the house. You arrive at the diner after a short walk at 5:46 and say a quick good morning to your co-workers. your favorite of the employees being a shorter spunky girl named Kaya and a very nice but sheepish named Denise. As you hang up your jacket and put on your apron, customers start entering. The day was fairly quiet until a familiar face from last night entered the diner with a couple friends in tow.

“I got this one yall” you yelled to the other servers as you walked over to the table he chose.

Merle looked up at you and smiled his flirtatious grin. “Well goo’mornin’ darlin’ how you been”

You rolled your eyes at his tone and chuckled a bit “I’ve been great Merle”

“That’s great” he looked at the people of his table and began to point “that one right there is-“

You cut him off and began your own pointing “Tristan, Bentley, Buck, Skrewy and..”

You hesitated and looked at the last person. Daryl didn’t look much like his brother, he was smaller, with more hair and a mole next to his mouth. One thing they did have in common though was their bright blue eyes that looked like doll eyes in a way.

“Oh!” You snapped out of thought. “Daryl, sorry my brain goes 100 miles a minute”

You look back at Merle.

“damn girl you know everyone”

“Well Tristan is my friends older brother, Bentley comes by the liquor store every Sunday for a big cup of Mountain Dew, and Skrewy fixes all my shit when it breaks”

You always knew your town was incredibly small, everyone seemed to be in everyone else’s business. It seemed that everyone knew your neighbor Dolores slept with Roger the mailman- everyone but her husband that is- and the same could be said for Mr. Roberts on 13 Jawson rd sleeping with mrs abbigail when his wife Sharon isn’t home, or how everyone knew Mrs. Crawford was retiring. Everyone knew almost everything and everyone.

“Darlin’, can we get a couple of burgers and beers for the table?” Merel gestures to the table of people while he talks.

You quickly wrote the order on the notepad and asked if they would like anything else before giving the order to the cook. The whole time you served other tables you could feel someone’s eyes on you, those electric blue eyes belonged to Daryl Dixon. Why did you stop when you had to say his name? Were you thinking about all the rumors you heard of him and his family? Did you have something to say? Or did you just not want to serve the town trash? All things were going through his mind as he stared you down. He had a habit of hating people before giving them a chance and to him you were no different than the others.

“____! order for table 6!” The cook shouted for you from across the diner.

“That’s on me!” You yelled backed before going to get the plates and drinks

“Here you guys go, 5 burgers, one with no lettuce, 3 with fries, and 5 beers. Enjoy.”

“Oh we will Miss____, thank you”

You continued your rounds and after about an hour Merle’s party left, and a couple hours later it was time for you to head to the liquor store. With a quick goodbye to Denise and Kaya you were walking your way to the store.

“Well good morning Mr. Murphy!” You yell at the old black man who always seemed to be outside the store smoking his cigarette.

“____ you know good and well it’s no longer morning….. but hello to you too” he chuckled and took another inhale of his cigarette before you walked inside.

“George?! Are you here?!” You cup your mouth looking for your boss.

BANG,CRASH……tonk

“God damn it!!” You hear your boss yell from the back room.

“Are you okay!?” You run toward the noise

“I’m fine, but the shelf and a month’s supply of mega gulp cups are not” he kicks one of the fallen cups in frustration.

George was an interesting man, to you at least. He had long brown hair to the middle of his back, dark brown eyes, and a horrid mouth on him only challenged by a sailor. You often found yourself getting lost in the tattoos that covered the man starting on his forehead, down his chest and arms and eventually falling down to his ankles. For being such an intimidating looking man he was quite childish, but in an extremely fun way. One time the two of you went to go buy his daughter clothes at the thrift store and you spent almost half an hour just looking for where he and his daughter kept disappearing too (they were inside the clothing racks everytime, giggling and screaming when you found them).

“What in the world happened anyway?” You asked a little befuddled at the scene before you.

“I tried grabbin’ the fucken Marlboro shipment box to restock and the shelf crippled itself, cups and the packs went everywhere.”

“Oh I’m so sorry could I help you?”

“Nah I don’t need it, just get out front and work the register, if anyone asks for Marlboro tell them we are out”

“And the cups?”

“I’ll put an out of order paper on the soda machine”

A slight sigh of frustration exists both of you before you walk into the front of the store while George cleans up. As if by coincidence the moment you get behind the register glass you make eye contact with 2 pairs of blue eyes.

“Oh!” You squeak in surprise.

“Well welll darlin’ this the 3rd time in the last 30 hours, you stalkin’ me or somethin?” Merle says, beaming with a cocky smirk.

“Who would stalk you?, And last I checked you’ve been to my friends house, my first job at the diner, and now you’re at my job at a liquor store. Sounds to me like you’re the stalker Mr. Dixon” you returned the smirk.

“If you two are done being fuckin weird I’d like my fuckin smokes” you finally hear the younger brother, Daryl, speak.

“Oh I’m sorry, what kind?”

You knew there was nothing wrong with this man. You had never even met before today. All knowledge you had of him was rumors. “That Dixon boy was in another damn fight”, “the Dixon boys caused another commotion”, “those Dixon boys were caught with drugs again” but you never confirmed any of these things to be true. ‘I don’t believe he was caught with drugs. Merle of course but I can’t see the younger one with them.’ You thought to yourself as you looked at the man while he scanned the cigarette options on the display behind you. ‘He’s got one hell of an ill mannered attitude though; as long as I don’t make him angry everything should be okay.’

The man finally looks back to you from the display and says “Marlboro”

‘Well fuck’

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Special thanks to my beta reader, Niaxn!

Thank you for reading

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x you #the walking dead #twd daryl #daryl dixon x you #merle dixon #reader insert #fan fic writing

[mimine666]

Hi! Would you be willing to write something with the prompt

‘Well…you grabbed my hand first’ from the prompt list? It’s up to you for who you write it.

Thank you, hope you have a nice day!

of course I am ! Thank you for asking !!

They were walking on the beach, letting the quietness wash over them. It had been a few hard days. 

Each and everyone of them reacted differently to each case. Amy was particularly moved by feminicides and rapes. Provenza needed for the crime to make sense : greed, lust, whatever but it had to mean something. For Andy and her, it was children. 

Maybe because they were both parents or it was just their sensitivity. They both had been greatly disturbed by Alice’s murder and maybe even more by the lack of empathy of her former employer. 

They needed to wash the day over and move on. So they did what they usually did in cases like that. They went out to eat together, spoke about their kids, their memories from back when they lived in the East Coast, they just talked about everything and anything. Once they finished eating neither of them felt like going back home so they decided for a walk. They let their feet lead them and soon they found themself walking shoeless in the sand. The sun was setting, the sky was dark and looming over them. No orange hues tonight, no, the sky matched their mood. 

The crash of the waves was loud and overwhelming. They couldn’t talk if they wanted to. Instead they keep walking, side by side, lost in their closeness and their thoughts. The wind blew and Sharon’s hair was sent all over her face. She meant to move her right hand to shove it away but noticed at that moment that Andy and her were holding hands. She looked at him, inquisitive and saw him shrug. “Well… You grabbed my hand first.” 

She knew she should have overthink it, analyzed it, and been more cautious. No, she shrugged too, arranged her hair and grabbed his hand back. 

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The atmosphere was pleasant, convivial, even jovial. It wasn’t that often that they had to deal with “only” robbery. No murder, no kidnapping, just a good old theft. Sure it was Queen Elizabeth’s crown but a theft was a theft. The stakes were both very high and very low, leading to a very peculiar atmosphere in the murder room. 

Sharon was listening to Tao’s explanation, trying very hard not to let her mind drift. She might not have succeeded as she felt all pairs of eyes on her, no one was talking anymore. She cast them an inquisitive look, wondering what she missed when she noticed they were all looking at the same point, somewhere near her right hip. As her eyes moved down, she heard Provenza’s “Yeee Gods, it’s not enough to know that you’re together, now you have to hold hands here.” 

It finally registered in her mind: the pleasant sensation she was concentrating on, instead of Mike’s word, was Andy caressing the back of her hand with his thumb, like they did when alone. She pulled her hand abruptly away, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. 

“What?!” He said, defensive. “You grabbed my hand first!” She couldn’t help but laugh at his very Andy justification. 

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Since the shooting, she felt.. she felt.. It was hard to describe. The good word might be reckless. She didn’t care anymore about anything. 

No it wasn’t true. She was worried sick about her children, much more than usual. She had deep concerns for Andy’s health and couldn't bear the idea of anything happening to him, that thought was enough to trigger a panic attack. She was unwell. She had always been someone very anxious, with trouble sleeping but since it happened, it was incredibly worse. The only thing, weirdly, that didn’t cause her any anxiety was her job. 

She was… fed up about politics? Not invested Having enough proved herself for a lifetime? Finally entitled to a little happiness? She just wanted to do her job in peace and was about to quit at the slightest irritation. If Winnie Davis wanted trouble, she would not find it. She would receive a resignation letter. Sharon was done. She neither had the motivation nor the energy to deal with it. 

But here she was, at the LAPD annual charity ball, trying to enjoy herself. Andy had insisted they arrived separately, not to rise suspicious. Well, fuck suspicion. 

She went to him, grabbed his hand and let him to the dancefloor. Everyone could think what they wanted, he was hers and she wasn’t afraid of showing it anymore. 

#fanfiction #andy flynn #shandy #sharon raydor #fall season #autumn #fic prompt

[missparker]

Hi! Can I ask for the, Perspective Flip: I’ll write a scene from [that fic] from another character’s point-of-view prompt? For The Devils in The Details, the scene being the few little lines after they have sex and Sharon is cleaning Brenda up in ch. 23? I’m mostly curious about Sharon’s thought process, is she like ‘Oh god. Who raised this woman who doesn’t pee after sex?!’ or is it more of ‘oh. look at this this woman who can barely take care of herself, it’s ok because she has me now.’ If that makes sense?? Thank you so much if you end up doing this! P.S. I absolutely love your fics and if i’m being honest they are my comfort fics so tysm.

ok i know this took a hot minute, but life got how life gets, you know? also this passage was a lot longer than i remembered!

Sharon doesn’t mind Brenda’s mattress, though she prefers her own linens. That’s what she’s thinking about, thread counts, when Brenda says, “You’re okay, right?”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Just sleeping and not… it’s no reflection on you, I just…”

Sharon’s heart always seems to be breaking in one way or another for Brenda. As tough as she seems: strong-willed and capable and intelligent, there’s always some uncertainty when it comes to interpersonal relationships. Like while everyone else was learning how to be a person who functioned in society, Brenda was learning how to catch murderers with her nose in a book.

“I think the expectation of sex every time we see each other is unsustainable,” Sharon says, trying to imbibe some warmth into her voice for reassurance. When Brenda doesn’t reply to that, she says, “Actually, I was starting to worry that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with your libido, over time. I’m old, you know.” The age difference usually doesn’t matter, but it occasionally rears its ugly head enough for Sharon to fret about it. It’s fine now, but what about in ten years? It’s fine now, when Sharon’s so enamored with Brenda that she wants her all the time, but she knows that no matter how attracted to someone at the start, those urges fade into something different with time. The urgency isn’t sustainable, though Sharon can’t imagine the desire will ever fade. 

“You’ve been keeping up with me just fine,” Brenda assures her. “And you may be older than me but you’re still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

Sharon can’t let that sail by her so she props herself up enough to kiss Brenda. When she pulls away, she just wants more, but Brenda getting sleep is more important.

“I mean if you really wanted to.” 

Sharon rolls onto her back and says, “No, no.” She wants Brenda to have it all. To have her cake and eat it, too.  So she offers, “You want me to get you off? Just to put you to sleep?”

“No,” Brenda says, though Sharon thinks she’s probably lying.

She sighs as she considers her options, letting a whole array of scenarios play out swiftly in her mind. “Okay.” There’s nothing Sharon likes more than being observed, but she also likes to do the observing. “Want to do it yourself?”

“What?” 

“I could watch,” Sharon says.

“Is that—” She stops herself. “Would that be good for you?”

“I like to watch.” She exhales and then says, “Or be watched.” Something prickles up the back of her neck, like embarrassment, but in a different flavor. She feels shame, yes, but excitement and arousal and a certain sense of safety that she’s never felt before. She feels safe with Brenda. Safe enough to say her darkest desire aloud. 

In the moonlight, Brenda’s face shifts into understanding. “Oh my god, the stuff on the phone. And here, the first time we… you said we didn’t have to touch. We were just going to watch each other. That was your idea.”

“People like what they like.” Embarrassment now surges to the forefront, past the other things. 

“No, it’s good. It’s great. I just didn’t know you liked it so… so specifically.”

“It’s a difficult thing to ask for,” Sharon says. “You have to be so, um. Vulnerable, I guess.” She laughs nervously. “Forget it.”

“No.”

“You need to get some sleep.”

“Which do you prefer?” Brenda presses. “Watching or being watched? Or at the same time?”

“Brenda,” Sharon says. It’s difficult to be the one who keeps saying no. This is what she meant when she said she was worried about Brenda’s libido. The physical aspect eventually, sure, but having to be the responsible one holding the line late at night when they’re both tired and sleep deprived. “We weren’t going to do this.”

“Too late for that,” Brenda says. “We can be fast or you can keep dragging it out, but no turning back now.” And to illustrate how serious she is, she reaches for the hem of her white tank top and pulls it up over her head. “Which is it? Captain?”

Sharon groans. “Being watched.” Saying it outloud sweeps the embarrassment aside and replaces it with arousal so strong that her hands slide down into her own briefs and she whimpers at the contact. They’re her hands, but with Brenda’s eyes on her, they may as well be Brenda’s fingers working her so expertly. Sharon loses herself easily like this, slipping in and out of herself, lost in the sensation. 

Brenda pulls the blanket off of her and then carefully helps Sharon out of her bottoms. 

“Beautiful. Look how ready you are.”

And she is ready. She could pop off like a cork out of champagne at any moment, but she hovers instead, easing herself back from the edge and then running toward it again every time she sees Brenda’s dark eyes, her hips squirming on the mattress. 

Sharon can hold herself off better than Brenda can. Brenda is a train going full speed toward a broken track. Brenda is on a suicide mission of pleasure, she always is. She has no patience for the hazy in-between hovering that Sharon has mastered after years of being her own source of pleasure. 

“Look at you,” Brenda says. “So fucking hot.”

Like Brenda has reached right into the haze and yanked her out, hard and fast. Sharon comes and comes and comes. 

When she finally floats back down to herself, she says, “Good. That was good.”

“Looked good,” Brenda says, strangled and sweating, her hands on her breasts.

“Lie back,” Sharon says, taking pity.

“I thought… just watching,” Brenda pants.

“Lie back.” It’s no longer a request. The only thing she likes more than her own orgasm, like floating on the ocean with her ears submerged, is getting Brenda off. It’s just that she enjoys it so much, she’s so shameless and hedonistic. She gives Sharon every part of herself, every cell. Sharon gets drunk on it.

Brenda groans and flops back, her head missing the pillow by an inch or two. Sharon yanks her underwear off. Brenda lifts her legs so Sharon can guide them off swiftly and then Sharon pushes her knees apart.

Brenda gasps when Sharon presses a finger in and then a second. She pumps in and out a few times and then pushes her hair over one shoulder and leans down to drag her tongue over Brenda’s clit. Carefully sucks it, adding more pressure with each pulsating slurp until Brenda is coming right against her tongue. 

It doesn’t happen every time but it’s happened more than once where Brenda comes so hard that she blacks out and Sharon allows herself to feel smug, looking down at Brenda’s still form, sweaty and breathing hard but clearly gone dark. 

Sharon will clean her up. A warm washcloth and a kiss on the forehead. It’s rare she sees Brenda helpless, anyway. And it’s rare that any woman feels safe enough to be this vulnerable with another person, so Sharon is honored to have gotten her Chief off so hard that she gets to provide affectionate aftercare now. 

Brenda tries to say Sharon’s name, but it’s mostly a mumble. 

“Shh,” Sharon says. “Go to sleep. I’ve got you.”

Brenda hums a happy sound and drifts away again.

#brenda x sharon #fic life

[strawberry--bride]

~ 🍓⚰️ A GUIDE TO MY SHIP: SUBARON EDITION 🍓 ⚰️~

Disclaimer: It’s totally fine to disagree with my ship, but please don’t leave any hate. uwu There’s enough room on this platform for every ship to be enjoyed and appreciated. :3

1. FIRST MEETING

Sharon met Subaru alongside his brothers when she first arrived at the Sakamaki manor. 

Being his usual, short-tempered and asocial self, he certainly did not make the best first impression. His violent tendencies were more than enough to keep her away at first, since she certainly did not want to end up like one of the walls.

Other than that, she did not think much of him at first. The whole situation was very overwhelming and with five other - potentially dangerous - Vampires to deal with, she had plenty of other things on her mind. 

So no, it definitely wasn’t one of those ‘love at first sight’ or ‘instant spark’ kind of moments.

2. EARLY DEVELOPMENT

Some of the early moments which allowed them to grow closer would mostly stem from Sharon’s caring and motherly nature. Subaru often gets into fights at school or on the street, sometimes leading to injuries. Even though he’s a threat and some fear remained in her heart, Sharon is very much the type of person who would not be able to turn a blind eye to someone ‘in need’. 

During this time, she is still very deep into her whole ‘I have to help others to be useful’ phase, so it just feels natural to her to try and care for him. While this would often trigger a negative reaction from the male (lashing out, pushing her away, etc.), she strangely enough kept on coming back. 

At this point, both of them had a lot of trouble understanding the other. Subaru has a lot of feelings of self-hate, so he did not understand why someone would worry about or want to care for a monster like himself. Meanwhile Sharon had very little experience with people rejecting her kindness. It triggered that stubborn side of her, which wanted him to accept that it’s okay to rely on others at times. 

Even though Subaru could not understand her motives, he’s also been deprived of any kind of ‘motherly’ love, so deep down, there was a side of him which secretly enjoyed the care and attention he was given.

3. FALLING IN LOVE

It is hard to pinpoint an exact moment in time when the two of them fell in love, since it was very much a case of slow burn. It stemmed from curiosity and wanting to understand the other’s ‘puzzling’ behavior, to learning more about each other’s pasts and making genuine efforts to understand each other.

Both of them have suffered similar traumas in the sense that they were deprived from a normal, loving family. While Sharon got to experience it for a short while, she lost her parents early and also blames herself for their death. Meanwhile Subaru does have some memories of a loving mother as well, but more often than not, he was confronted with a woman who had been tainted and lost her sanity as a result. Similarly, he also blames himself for her unfortunate fate.

While their traumas might be similar, the way they cope with the negative emotions linked to them could not be any more different. Subaru relies on violence and will lash out at anything or anyone in his surroundings. He tries to shelter himself from the world, believing that this is the only way for him to not cause anyone harm. 

Meanwhile Sharon does the exact opposite. She has to constantly be there for others and show them kindness, love and affection as a way to validate herself as well as make up for the mistakes she made in the past. However this behavior can very easily lead to ‘self-sacrificing’ as she neglects her own wellbeing and becomes vulnerable to manipulation. 

What eventually brings the two of them together is that they push each other to be a better version of themselves. Sharon confronts Subaru about his destructive behavior and tries to show him that he is not the monster he believes to be. She doesn’t expect him to be a Saint, but she wants him to learn embrace the kind heart hidden deep inside of him. 

Meanwhile Subaru prompts Sharon to be a little more selfish and live for her own sake instead of for someone else’s sake. While some of her kindness is definitely genuine, he teaches her that she doesn’t always have to be happy and smiling and that it’s fine to display an array of different emotions or even get mad at times.

4. CONFESSION

Surprisingly enough, Sharon was actually the first to admit to her feelings for Subaru and confess. (She even blurted it out like the single-brain-celled idiot she is.)

It did take some courage, but she simply could not keep it a secret any longer and with how much of a tsundere Subaru can be, it was probably for the best. Otherwise they would still be awkwardly exchanging glances and getting all blushy around each other to this day.

5. COUPLE LIFE

Once they make their relationship official, Sharon becomes a lot more upfront about her feelings for Subaru. She does not hesitate to make them clear to him and will often voice out the things she likes about him. She is also very big on PDA and any kind of physical affection in general, so she loves to hug or cuddle up to him. (Of course, Subaru always goes into tsun tsun mode when she does.)

Subaru, on the other hand, is not too big on PDA and prefers to be a little more low key about his feelings. Which isn’t to say that he never shows his care and affection. He does it in more of a suble way. At first Sharon would feel a bit anxious as a result, sometimes wondering if he truly loved her, but now she has learnt to pick up on the little things he does for her and she finds it very endearing. 

Their main way of bonding (especially initially) would actually be Subaru feeding off her. He becomes a little more genuine about his true feelings when drunk on her blood and while there is still some pain involved, Sharon has also grown to enjoy the feeling of being bitten because it’s during those moments she feels like they are truly connected. 

One thing they do have in common is jealousy. While Sharon will often try to deny it, both of them are quite possessive of the other and will easily become jealous if a potential love rival shows up. In this case, Subaru is actually the more ‘aggressive’ one. If they’re together in public and some guy is giving Sharon ‘the look’, he will not hesitate to pull her close by her waist or even kiss her passionately in public. (Result: a very very flustered strawberry)

Let’s talk dates! Subaru is not an outdoor person and prefers to stay cooped up in his coffin all day, so it takes Sharon an arm and a leg to get him to go out with her on a conventional date. Their first date is a picnic date at night (a little unorthodox but oh well). It takes place in the rose garden and Sharon prepared a bunch of food for the two of them to enjoy. Subaru isn’t big on human food though, so she ends up devouring most of it. (Good thing her stomach is a black hole at times)

Their quality time mainly consists of lounging at home together in comfy clothes (read: Sharon wearing Subaru’s shirt or hoodie) and just enjoying each other’s presence. He likes to be in denial about it, but Subaru really enjoy resting his head against Sharon’s head and listening to her heartbeat. It’s oddly relaxing to him. 

6. FUTURE

Eventually, the two of them would move out of the Sakamaki manor and move into their own place. They still live in the human world for now, but they chose a house which is a little away from the city with a quaint garden where Sharon grows her own strawerries. The interior of their house is a bit of a mess because they both have very contrasting preferences in terms of aesthetics, so it’s a mish-mash of cute and pink as well as dark and edgy. 

After having an established relationship for a while, the topic of marriage and potential kids would be unavoidable. In Sharon’s ‘true ending’, they would eventually end up getting married and have one daughter, Kiseki. She is the most precious thing ever and I will kill anyone who harms her.

While Sharon was still a human when she gave birth to Kiseki, she had her full awakening shortly after. She deliberately wanted to wait until after having their first child because they were unsure about the effects of the turning on her fertility.

As parents, they’re both pretty doting towards their daughter. If anything, Sharon is actually the stricter parent. It doesn’t help that Kiseki is a big daddy’s girl herself, so Subaru simply cannot bring himself to say no to his princess.

7. HEADCANONS

​~> They are always the centre of attention whenever they go out on public dates. I mean, you have the intimidating emo-looking guy with a resting bitch face who looks as if he’s gonna snap and kill someone any second now ーー and clinging to his arm is this small bundle of joy and sunshine.

~> Sharon is obsessed with Subaru’s hair. She loves running her fingers through it and always asks to brush it in the morning. 

~> Subaru does not care for human food at all, so it always puzzles him how Sharon can get so excited over it. He’ll often refuse the meals she makes for him, then secretly returns to the kitchen afterwards to eat it anyway if he notices it made her sad. (then afterwards denies it)

~> Subaru got Sharon hooked on the coffin. She used to be really reluctant about sleeping inside a coffin, but now she just can’t sleep in a normal bed anymore. There’s just something strangely comforting about the small, confined space and feeling him right there besides her as she sleeps at night.

~> There’s a constant back-and-forth between Subaru biting her on places where it will leave obvious marks to assert dominance and Sharon looking for new ways to cover them up because she doesn’t want the people at school to grow suspicious. 

~> Subaru would teach her some basic self-defense skills so she can defend himself against his brothers. Laito is his preferred test subject during these lessons. 

#subaron #headcanons #(( I finally did it aaaaah )) #(( if you don't want to read me rambling about my ship for multiple paragraphs )) #(( feel free to skip over this xD )) #(( god I love these two too much )) #(( I will add to the headcanon section in the future btw! )) #(( I know some of my followers are also really into subaron )) #(( so feel free to share your HCs too )) #(( and I might just make them canon~ ))

[couldntbedamned]

The Phoenix Protocol - Chapter 1

Summary: No one else but Tony thought anything was off about Sharon. Investigating on his own, he discovered and brought down her Skrull impersonator and when he found the real Sharon near death, he made a choice that would change both of their lives.

AO3 Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Extremis, Extremis Tony Stark, Extremis Sharon Carter, Skrull Species, A Skrull Impersonates Sharon Carter, Canon-Typical Violence, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Childhood Memories, Team Cap Critical, SHIELD Critical, BAMF Sharon Carter, Sharon Carter Deserves the World, Tony Stark Has a Heart, more or less canon compliant up until civil war

Author's Note: Look. This is supposed to be just a few bits of a premise I had where Tony saves Sharon with Extremis. But if you've read my writing, you know that sometimes no matter what I plan, things just happen. So.

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Chapter 1

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Tony noticed it before anyone else.

Sharon wasn't actually Sharon.

He didn't know her well, of course, but between her committing some light treason to help Rogers and her return for a pardon during which he'd actually testified in her favor citing an inspired argument that she was actually upholding her oath as a CIA agent to defend the Constitution, there was a difference somehow. Something just seemed... off. He couldn't explain it, but it niggled at him.

Tony Stark didn't like when things niggled at him.

Later, Sharon would have the thought that no one who knew her realizing she was being impersonated was a sad indictment of her life. And she knew she'd never quite forgive those who hadn't noticed.

But Tony had noticed.

No one believed him.

That didn't stop him, but some backup would have been nice.

The underground bunker the real Sharon was being kept in was harder to breach than Tony was used to, but FRIDAY got him through.

He set a nanite disk on a terminal to gather any and all information on the network. No sense in wasting the opportunity, he figured.

Sharon was in rough shape.

Scratch that. Sharon was in terrible shape.

FRIDAY's scan and resulting report was grim. Along with an alarming number of cuts and abrasions that were barely starting to heal, she had a host of bones that had been broken and were healing incorrectly. It looked like anything that could have been biopsied, had been biopsied. Her vitamin levels were dangerously low and he didn't need FRIDAY to tell him what the crackling noise in her chest was.

Her situation isn't good Boss. She's not going to make it to the nearest hospital; she won't survive transport.

Tony's mind raced. There had to be something he could do! Then it came to him.

"Dispatch one of the quinjets to this location and the other Mark L." He tapped the arc reactor and told the nanites to retreat into the housing. Pushing up the pitiful excuse for a shirt she wore, he took the arc reactor and set it between Sharon's breasts.

Boss?

"Initiate Phoenix Protocol," he ordered.

I'm not sure that's wise.

"Of course, it's not wiseI!" He snapped. "But right now it's the best chance she has. Initiate Phoenix Protocol, now."

Heaven help him.

He watched, intent, as the nanites in the arc reactor pierced Sharon's skin and injected the perfected Extremis he always carried around in case of emergency.

He'd damned her.

It had once saved his own life and he knew personally that even if the Extremis saved her life... he'd just damned her.

Her skin radiated fire and he made sure to steady her as she convulsed and stilled, bones resetting correctly and abrasions healing. FRIDAY's scans showed that the places biopsied were regenerating and the infection in her chest was burning away.

Boss, the quinjet and Mark L have arrived. The quinjet is landing just outside the entrance and the Mark L is on its way to your location.

"Good. Let me know when Sharon's stable enough for transport."

Another hour and FRIDAY said their little phoenix should be stable enough. In the armor again, intel-collecting nanite disk reabsorbed, Tony carefully carried her to the quinjet and made sure she was secured to the emergency medical table onboard. He had the quinjet take them back to the Tower and ignored all messages coming from the other Avengers.

He wasn't in the mood to talk to them; they'd brushed him off and said he was crazy. They hadn't been concerned that one of their allies could be trapped somewhere and in danger. They'd been wrong, and Tony had been right. And if Sharon pulled through and survived Extremis, he'd never let them live it down.

She was sure she was dead.

She knew her injuries and knew that the Skrull impersonating her was damn good. She wasn't long for the world but with that knowledge came a certain amount of peace. She was so tired of hurting.

Then she heard the familiar sound of a firefight and while she wanted to get up and fight herself, she couldn't. Her body was too injured, too weak.

Then everything was a faded blur until she felt something pierce the skin between her breasts and fire pouring into her body.

"You have to stay calm," a voice told her. "You have to regulate."

She didn't think she could. She just wasn't strong enough, not good enough.

She was nothing.

"C'mon Babygirl, you can do this."

Antoine? Antoine! She didn't know how, but Tripp was here!

"I don't think I can, Tripp. It burns! I feel like I'm on fire inside and out!"

"And if there is anyone I trust to walk through fire and come out on top it's you, Sharon."

"Yeah, this is nothing other than another campfire where you sat too close just because I said you wouldn't be able to handle the heat."

A man with strawberry blond hair and a shit-eating grin was next to Tripp.

"And I'd told you that of course, I could. Dugan you're such an ass."

"You've always proved us wrong, Share-Bear. Now you have to prove us right. If you're strong enough, that is."

"Babygirl, you can do this. You just gotta stay calm and let this Extremis do it's thing. You're stronger than any of us."

Maybe she was. Maybe not. But she had to try. She could make it through. She would make it through.

Everything around her was still hazy and she thought she heard a voice just like back in that bunker.

"FRIDAY, what's it looking like?"

She's regulating, Boss. Current projected time of Extremis completion is five hours.

"Come on, Sharon. Just hang in there and I promise I will do whatever it takes to make this up to you."

Twenty-seven hours after he'd had FRIDAY start, Sharon Carter finished regulating and like the namesake of the protocol, rose from the ashes.

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