#she shows off big words on purpose she loves to look smart

[rexscanonwife]

Just kidding I just lied I was talking to my partner the other day and no one REALLY says that their favorite powerpuff girl is Blossom (I'm also guilty of this, Bubbles is my favorite) but I really do adore her so much 😭😭 she's for the burnt out gifted children

#jane journals #self insert talk #familial self ship #🩷 everything nice 🩷 #rewatching the boogie frights episode #first of all UTONIUM RUNNING INTO THEIR ROOM AS SOON AS HE HEARD THEM SCREAMING #HE CARE THEM SO MUCH 😭😭 #but him using the word instigator and blossom being like 'that means shes trying to get your goat 😌😌' SHOWING OFF THAT SHE KNOWS BIG WORDS #lowkey me when i was a kid #she shows off big words on purpose she loves to look smart #she strikes me as someone whod plagiarize her essay cause the pressure is too much for her #People pleaser #she does bad things sometimes to PRESERVE her good image #theyre all rly well rounded tbh #but shes especially multifaceted and i love her for it!!!

[cemeterygirlrocks]

IM CRAZIER — JOE GOLDBERG

Summary; He’s crazy, but you can be crazier.

Contents; Begging, slightly sub!joe, slight dacryphilia, pain kink, p in v, unprotected sex, edging, black fem reader, possessive reader, reader has female anatomy, reader has glasses in this, but you can pretend she doesn’t if you don’t have them.

It was your big pouty lips that drew him in, the way you looked while being lost in a book. You were everything he wanted in a women, he had to have you, it could only be you.

The way you smelled, mm. You smelt like vanilla, subtle though, he hated the strong scent. He loved when you changed your hairstyles, felt like he was meeting a different part of you every time.

The blonde, the brown, but he really liked when you went outside basic colors. Joe hoped to see you in blue maybe, it was his favourite color.

Well that’s what he told you.

You didn’t know whether it was true or not, he always just wanted to please you and lying about his preferred color was something he would certainly do.

Joe wondered what you were like outside of the library, and it was hard to find you. You were always home, he liked that.

Stalking you wasn’t enough, he had to see you outside his place of work, you were all he ever wanted.

Your black glasses framed your face perfectly, it blended well with your perfect skin tone.

The first interaction you guys had was when you took out a scientific book; what keeps scientists up at night.

He knew you were smart, the way your smile grew brighter when he complimented your book. Joe knew nothing about it, but he could pretend he did.

You seemed to liked him. He had a nerdy vibe, pathetic almost. Drove you in, and he knew right then and there he was yours.

You couldn’t help but stay around his workplace later than you needed to, growing jealous when he talked to another woman. You didn’t know he was already taken; by you of course.

It got worse as the weeks went by, when you saw a girl write her number down and slide it onto the table he was sitting at you just happened to pop up, crumbling it before he even caught a glance.

He didn’t know what you would do for him, he was yours. You didn’t care whether he thought so or not, he was going to eventually.

When you guys bumped into each other outside where you usually did, it wasn’t on purpose on your end, neither was it on his.

“H-Hey! Y/n right? It’s me, Joe.” He gave you a cheeky smile, how cute, “Mhm, you work at the library.”

Joe fell in love with the way you responded so carelessly, but he knew while you said so few words they were laced with the love you had for him.

He was convinced you were obsessed with him, oh how he was right.

While itching the back of his head his eyes fell towards your chest. You wore it just for him, but he didn’t know that.

You were perfect to him, no flaws in sight.

“I was wondering, you wanna get some coffee? I know a great place.” Your eyes darkened at his slight plea for your heart, “Of course, tomorrow at 3?”

It’s like he couldn’t breathe, time had stopped and you were the only thing he could see.

“I’ll come get yo—why don’t we just meet at the library?” Your smile softened, you didn’t even realize the mess he thought he got himself into.

You made him so hot and bothered, he couldn’t help but hump his pillow imagining it was you. Tears springing in his eyes as he wouldn’t let himself cum, needing your permission somehow.

Joe hadn’t came in weeks, he didn’t wanna disappoint you. You saw it all through his window, how stupid he was to keep his blinds open.

Like he wanted you to see how much of a mess you made him. You saw, and you knew.

Made your panties get slick with your wetness, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into testing you.

You just wanted to caress his skin, scratch him, bite him. Show him just how he made you feel.

The two of you hit it off at the cafe, it was bound to happen. Both of you had researched everything about each other, knowing all of the opposites interests.

It was only right that you guys ended up together, it was either that or you’d be together in death.

2 weeks had past since you guys made it official, you made him wait. Everybody had said he plotted on you, not knowing how long you had been watching him since you even went into the library.

It was all apart of your plan. Joe was coming over, all you ever wanted to do was make him beg, make him tell you that you were the only one.

Even though you knew that already, if there was somebody else you would know.

A knock on the door made you smile, you were already dressed the part.

Pretty black heels, along with your favourite black and pink matching set. He loved your ass and tits, every single part of you made him feel like blowing up.

Joe kissed you on the lips, not even realizing what you had on. He was just too obsessed with your pretty little face. Til he realized you weren’t always this tall, he looked down, immediately feeling warmth spring up to his cheeks.

“You like it sweetie? Just for you.” Grabbing his hand you walked him through your apartment. He already knew what it looked like the second day he met you.

“Just for me huh?” His voice came out in on breath, like he was suffocating. Joe hadn’t came for months, the only thing you would do with him was kiss.

He didn’t mind, anything with you was something big for him.

“Sit down baby, but first. Undress will you?” You watched as his eyes lit up, a small smile creeping onto his face. Those pretty big eyes, looking straight at you while he stripped.

Joe didn’t know what you really wanted, so he just took off his pants and shirt, left in his boxers. You already knew what he looked like, the size and the shape.

“All of it Joe, don’t be dumb now.” He cherished how you talked to him, like he was just an ordinary dude.

But he knew, he knew he was everything to you.

“M’sorry.” Joe mumbled, his hard on slapping against his stomach. All you did was watch him, leaning against your dresser.

Slowly stepping out of the heels he bought you, your pretty baby pink toes made their appearance.

He was already oozing pre cum, you knew your baby was soo close. “You better not cum, Joesph. Sit on the bed.”

A whine fell loose, but he obeyed. Doing exactly what you asked. Slowly crawling up towards him, you were perked up between in legs, massaging the inside of his thighs.

Made him whimper, his pink bottom lip just begging to be bit down on.

“Fuck please, please touch me Y/n.” Tilting your head to the side, you frowned, “Is this not enough for you? Am I not doing enough?”

Before he could even form a reply you slapped him, the harsh touch making his eyes water and his cock twitch.

You couldn’t help but giggle, softly rubbing the spot in circles.

“You’re a bad boy, oh but you liked that didn’t you? Hm Joe? Tell me.”

He let out a choked moan, his eyes low and dark. The man nodded before he could even let words out.

“I love it, you know I do,” He moved his hair out of his face, just to see you more clearly, “Do it again? Fuck please mama.”

You caressed his thighs, before your sharp short french tips ruined his pretty pale skin.

“Mmf-fuck, hurts.” You laughed softly, “Oh baby I know, you want me to stop?” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he begged you not to.

Harshly gripping the base of his cock, his head hitting the back of your headboard when your cold hand made contact with him.

“Please, o-oh fuck please, please.” He didn’t know what he was begging for. Release? More pain? Joe didn’t know.

You were going so fast, his body couldn’t control itself.

The tears were welling up, but when you kitten licked his tip the man’s brain got fuzzy, his vision fogging up.

He hadn’t even realized you unclipped your bra, letting his cum coat your pretty big tits. “Baby? You did so good, but look.” He blinked for a few seconds, regaining his eyesight.

Joesph still was shooting out his semen, it was so much. Always been an overachiever.

You just looked so pretty with his cum all over your chest, his breathing got heavier. He could feel himself getting hard again when you took your thumb and wiped his semen off the side of your lip, sucking on it while maintaining eye contact.

“Shit. Thank you, mm thank you,” You motioned to your boobs, “but you made a mess on me, you know what you do with messes.”

Smirking slightly, you shuffled just in front of his face, smiling when he cupped your waist. Joe licked up all of his cum off your chest, sucking and kissing on each of your nipples in the process.

You giggled, it tickled almost. You grabbed ahold of his tip again, pressing your big lips against his.

They swallowed his, just how he liked it. The man was panting in your mouth, trying to catch up but the pain he was feeling was taking over.

You bit his bottom lip hard just when the pain turned into pleasure. His tears dripped onto your skin, he was always the most sensitive.

“Mhm, I’m gonna, please? Please let me.” You let go, a loud groan erupting from his lips. Then you did it again, bringing him on the brink of release.

“I wanna cum,” He sobbed, his hand reaching for your free one, gripping it so tightly. Shaking your head softly, you stopped, peppering him with small kisses.

You didn’t wanna make it deep, because you knew how he’d react.

Laying wet kisses on his stomach you made your way down, biting harshly above his pelvis. He took a deep breath, whimpering loudly. Joe didn’t know what to do with his hands so he gripped onto your bedsheet.

“Hurts so much.” Furrowing your brows you pulled away, a grin planted on your face and the mark you left.

“You want me to stop Joseph? I can leave you like this if you want.” He shook his head, pouting.

“Don’t leave me, no. You can’t. I c-can take it, you know I can. Keep going Y/n, don’t stop.” You couldn’t leave him, not when he was like this, not ever.

He felt so warm, his blood was boiling at your every touch.

“Tell me more, you got me so wet Joe.” Joseph moaned, your words. The way they fell off your sweet tongue.

When you kissed the sweet spot on his neck, a shaky breath left his lips. “I love what you do to me, make me feel so good. Don’t ever want you to stop, oh fuck. Rig.. Right there, p-please keep going.”

Your hand had made its way to his tip, squeezing gently while moving your hand in an up and down motion.

His body was twitching, every touch making him feel like fainting. You stopped, getting yourself situated above his leaking head.

“Mhm, so good Joe.” You pulled your panties aside, lowering yourself down you let out a breath. You bottomed out, pushing up your glasses a little.

Gripping his chin, you pressed a quick kiss on his bottom lip, the same place you so harshly bit.

Every move hit her spot so perfectly, he was molded just for you. “I’m yours.” He whispered, his voice coming out raspy and broken.

“Hm, what was that bunny?” His ears perked up at the pet name, smiling a toothy grin.

“I’m yours Y/n, a-all yours.” You loved that, so when you cupped his throat he didn’t protest, just watching you with pure lust in his eyes.

“This dicks mine?” He nodded as well as he could, a broken moan coming out, “Say it.” You huffed, moving faster, not slowing down when he tried to steady your hips.

“It’s yours, f-fuck I promise. Shit, shit. Don’t stop, fuck please don’t stop.”

You fell undone on his lap, your head falling into his neck. His orgasm was ruined once again, and he whined, a tear falling down.

You quietly snickered, you knew what he wanted, he was so desperate. When you started to move again the man’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“Can I cum? Please?”

“You better, don’t want me to get off do you? Cause bunny I will, I’m feeling a little tired after all.”

You clenched around him, a choked moan escaped and you pressed your lips to his. “Hah, fuck. Hurts so good.”

Continuing your movements you felt him twitch inside you, he edged himself for so long it was crazy how much he could stop himself from cumming unless you told him to.

“Come onn, make me happy.” You moved up, clenching around his tip before slamming yourself back down.

You sighed deeply when you felt him coat your warm walls. He was so cute like this, so pussy drunk.

Riding him through his orgasm you caressed his skin softly, kissing him everywhere.

Joesph literally felt like he was floating, he couldn’t breathe. When he thought you were gone, your smell was back and he knew he wasn’t alone.

xo, liah

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[localspiderboy]

Hello could you possibly do a fiona gallagher x ftm reader who is debby’s friend/tutor that usually gives her free home made food is she gives him something in return(ice-cream) and he is on testosterone and had top and bottom surgery

You Give You Recieve | Fiona Gallagher x FTM!Reader

summary: You and Fiona grow closer as she thanks you for looking out for her sister.

genre: fluff

word count: 458

DNI WOMEN/FEM ALLIGNED I have gn content that I have no problem with you interacting with :)

a/n: Love this! Thanks for sending it in, sorry for the wait. I kept it kinda short my brain is on a writer's strike lol. Sorry if she's ooc it's been a little bit since I watched the show. I feel so icky I've never written under 500 words lol but I'm getting back into the swing of things. Might expand on this! It's not really mentioned that reader is ftm but if I do another part I will talk about it more.

“Thanks again for helping me out y/n, and for the dinner.” 

You smiled as you walked Debbie to her door, she had been coming to you for after-school tutoring sessions for the last month. It’s been a really big help for her you’re able to explain things in a way that makes it much easier to understand. 

“No problem Deb, I made extra for Carl and Liam too, make sure to give it to them.” Just as she was turning to open the door her sister Fiona stepped out, on her way to take out the trash. 

“Hey Fi!” Debbie greeted her sister quickly before she rushed inside, she must be eager to try what you made for her this time. Fiona and you both chuckle at her antics. 

“Let me get that for you.” You offered and take one of the trash bags from her hands.

“Oh, you don't have-”

“Fiona.” You cut her off and gave her a look that she knew meant you weren’t taking no for an answer. 

Fiona sent you a grateful smile and simply nodded her head. Together you both walked to the curb to set the trash out. 

“Thank you again Y/n.” 

You shrugged as you set the trash bag down. “Eh, no problem these looked heavy so-”

“Not for the trash.” She laughed.  “For tutoring Deb and always sending her home with dinner.” 

“Oh well yeah, I love Deb she’s a smart kid and I always seem to make too much so it’s no problem.”  

You smiled at her and took the time to really get a look at Fiona’s appearance. She looked tired, she’s always tired. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was in a disheveled ponytail. She must have just gotten off work. Still. She looked beautiful.  You know she’s been picking up extra shifts lately. If you could do something to lessen her load you’d gladly do so in a heartbeat, hence the homemade meals you’ve been purposely making extra of. 

Fiona and you had been friends in high school and have only recently gotten back in touch but it really feels like nothing has changed. Despite her not really being able to recognize you when you reconnected although you can't fault her for that.

“I wanna make it up to you, you know for taking care of Deb and everything.”

“Fiona you don’t have to.” 

She had given you the same look you’d given her just moments before and it made you laugh, reluctantly you nodded accepting her offer. 

“The place I’m working at has really good ice cream. My treat?” It was less of a question and more of a demand. 

 “How could I possibly say no to that?” 

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[l0serloki]

can you do fluff headcannons of a soft kayo x a shy fem reader it can be anything your choice.

please and thank you!

Valorant Agents with a Shy S/O

(KAY/O, Sova, Chamber, Reyna)

CW : GN!Reader, Shy!Reader

A/N : I hope this is what you meant! If you want something different feel free to shoot me another request. This was super fun to write!

KAY/O : 

He doesn’t understand why you’re so shy,  everyone deserves to hear you!!

‘You’re so smart Y/N, don’t let those weaklings scare you’ (he tries)

He will realize that you can’t really help it and do tasks for you

He helps you order food, talks to Brim on mission reports, etc.

Overall, he just steps up to be your bodyguard 

“What’s the mission report, Y/N? Did you even get the piece?” Brim sighed, anger apparent in his voice. You knew that the mission didn’t go to plan but that didn’t mean he had to take it out on you! Your hands went clammy and you looked away, anxiety coursing through you. 

“They didn’t but it was Chamber’s fault. His gun triggered an alarm and she almost got locked in. You don’t need to be so harsh, Captain.” Kayo put his arm in front, pushing you behind him. You could only look up in awe at the man. He was talking back to Brim of all people? And for you? You could only feel your heart swell at the actions, he truly did love you.

Sova : 

He’s so so sweet and understanding

He goes out of his way to make sure you’re not put in awkward situations/conversations

‘Let’s go at your pace, dove’ - he wants you to be comfortable with anything and everything

Best at communicating and asking you how you feel 100%

“Y/N, you totally did a great job!” Raze threw an arm around your shoulder, everyone's attention turning to the two of you. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, shrugging her off. “I-It’s nothing.” You murmured as Sova grabbed your arm.

“They’re touched by your words Raze, but we must get back to work.” His hand squeezed yours, his breath fanning across your face. “No worries, my dove. I am always watching and here to help.”

Chamber : 

This man gets it but sees it as a challenge

‘No no, we will get you to open up a bit more dear!’ (infuriating but you know he means well)

If he notices that you can’t do something he will step in, hand around your waist the whole time

He’s totally going to tease you about it sometimes, he loves it though

“No, the screw I need is on the right. Grab the big one.” Chamber pointed towards a box as he continued tinkering away. You nodded, going to grab the item. Too bad Killjoy had left her bot in the floor, sending you tumbling down. You could only groan as you attempted to get off the floor.

Chamber’s laughs filled your ears and you rolled your eyes feeling the heat in your face. “Are you okay? That was quite an elegant fall.” You could only turn away as he continued to tease you, hands wrapping around your waist. “Is someone embarrassed now? Poor thing..”

Reyna : 

She will not let ANYONE speak back to you

‘I heard you were flustering Y/N, this is your warning’

She doesn’t know how you ended up with her considering how ‘scary’ she is but she loves it

‘We are so cute together, you are so sweet and I am terrifying. We are the perfect pair’

She loves you being shy and flustered and will do it on purpose sometimes

Reyna and you were teaching the new agents some tactics for the upcoming missions. The day had gone fine, until one of them decided to be a smart ass.

“Y/N, I don’t even get what you’re trying to say.” one of the recruits snorted out at you jumbling your words. It was hard for you to make big speeches like this and of course they had to point it out. Before you knew it, Reyna stood tall and proud. Her hand was placed on the small of your back, face smoldering with anger.

“Talk to Y/N like that again and it will be the last thing you ever do, I promise you that. You are a recruit and we are your superiors, I don’t care what you think. You will show them some respect.” Reyna’s hand patted you, your face burying into her shoulder. You loved her, but damn did she make a scene.

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[iheartgracie]

jude duarte badass quotes

Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear

The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.

I kissed him on the mouth, and then I threatened to kiss him some more if he didn't do exactly what I wanted.

Vivi is right; it cost me something to be the way I am. But I do not know what. And I don't know if I can get it back. I don't even know if I want it.

I'm not a monster, I'd told her, back when I said I would never hurt Oak. But maybe being a monster was my calling.

You put a curse on that girl over there,” I tell him. “Fix her immediately.”

“She admired my ears,” the boy says. “I was only giving her what she desired. A party favor.”

“That’s what I am going to say after I gut you and use your entrails as streamers,” I tell him. “I was only giving him what he wanted. After all, if he didn’t want to be eviscerated, he would have honored my very reasonable request.

“If I cannot become better than them. I will become so much worse.”

“Sorry if you can’t read my handwriting,” I say, grabbing the notebook. The page tears, leaving most of my night’s work shredded. “But that’s not exactly my disadvantage.”

“I brush myself off. “Are you calling me out? Because then it’s my right to choose the time and the weapon.” How I would love to knock her down.”

“I don’t feel particularly miserable right at the moment.” I can’t show him I’m afraid.

His mouth curls. “What happiness do you have? Rutting and breeding. You’d go mad if you accepted the truth of what you are. You are nothing. You barely exist at all. Your only purpose is to create more of your kind before you die some pointless and agonizing death.”

I look him in the eye. “And?”

He seems taken aback, although the sneer doesn’t leave his face.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I am going to die. And I am a big liar. So what?”

“You had the advantage of me twice, and twice you gave it away. Good luck getting it again.”

“Perhaps someone will ask for your hand and you’ll be made a permanent member of the High Court.”

“I want to win my place,” I tell her.”

“They talk about honor, but what they really care about is power. I am good enough with a blade, knowledgeable in strategy. All I need is a chance to prove myself.”

“Take a big bite.”

“Make me,” I say before I can stop myself”

“She can show us how sorry she is,” Cardan drawls. “Tell her she doesn’t belong in the Summer Tournament.”

“Afraid I’ll win?” I ask, which isn’t smart.”

“Nicasia's wrong about me. I don't desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.”

“I don’t care if they don’t like my being in the tournament. Once I become a knight, I’ll be beyond their reach.”

“Do you know why Madoc won’t let me try for knighthood? Because he thinks I’m weak.”

“Jude,” she cautions.

“I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules,” I say. “But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am going to be something else.”

“Cardan’s gaze catches mine, and I can’t help the evil smile that pulls up the corners of my mouth. His eyes are bright as coals, his hatred a living thing, shimmering in the air between us like the air above black rocks on a blazing summer day.

“Have you lost your wits?” Taryn demands, shaking my shoulder so that I have to turn to her. “You’re making everything worse. There’s a reason no one stands up to them.”

“I know,” I say softly, unable to keep the smile off my lips. “A lot of reasons.”

She’s right to be worried. I just declared war.”

“Give up.”

“Never,” I say.”

“I leave my books and cross the grass toward them. Cardan half-turns, and I shove him so hard that his back hits one of the trees. His eyes go wide.

“I don’t know what you said to her, but don’t you ever go near my sister again,” I tell him, my hand still on the front of his velvet doublet. “You gave her your word.”

“I’m not withdrawing from the tournament,” I tell her.

“Even if it wins you nothing but more woe?” she asks.

“Even then,” I say.”

“My good intentions evaporate on the wind. My blood is on fire, boiling in my veins. I do not have much power, but here is what I have—I can force his hand. Cardan might want to hurt me, but I can make him want to hurt me worse. We’re supposed to play at war. When they call us to our places, I play. I play as viciously as possible”

“You’re no killer, Madoc said.

Right now I feel that I could be.”

“Get down on your knees,” Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury has transmuted into gloating. “Beg. Make it pretty. Flowery. Worthy of me.”

“Beg?” I echo.”

“You think because you can humiliate me, you can control me?” I say, looking him in those black eyes. “Well, I think you’re an idiot. Since we started being tutored together, you’ve gone out of your way to make me feel like I’m less than you. And to coddle your ego, I have made myself less. I have made myself small, I have kept my head down. But it wasn’t enough to make you leave Taryn and me alone, so I’m not going to do that anymore.

“I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down. I promise you this”—I throw his own words back at him—“this is the least of what I can do.”

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[gamerbearmira]

Hey, I had this crazy idea for post-canon Mama Isa and I wanted to share it, obviously I don't know how the rest of the Mama Isa story is gonna go so some parts are kinda vague

Isabela paced Casita's courtyard anxiously, waiting with Dolores for the (hopefully) good news. It had been many years now since Isabela had left the Encanto with her little family to start a new, better life, her and Dolores were now in their thirties, with Dolores already having two children of her own, in fact, her eldest's fifth birthday was coming soon, dios mio how time flies. But Isabela couldn't focus on that, all she could think about was Mirabel, her youngest daughter who was now in her mid-twenties, happily married to a man who treated her like a queen.... And was now in the process of giving birth.

Memories of the past few years flashed through Isabela's mind, she had become increasingly nervous once her kids began to reach the age where they started looking for romance, she trusted them to make smart decisions and promised herself she wouldn't keep them from marrying whoever they chose, but the motherly instinct of "if you break my baby's heart I will break your bones" never went away, and memories of their old family had not helped her concerns, Mirabel's husband, however, was nothing but a big sweetheart, he never missed an opportunity to show Mirabel how much he loved her, always complimented her on her sewing and other art projects, and supported her through all her endeavors, so Isabela happily welcomed him into the family. Now he and Mirabel were having their first child, Isabela was going to become an Abuela... And it terrified her.

"It's gonna be okay" Dolores reassured, "you're not gonna be like her" Dolores knew exactly what Isabela was thinking of, she was thinking of Alma, their old Abuela (though she had long since lost that title), Alma had been a horrible Abuela, from what Isabela can tell she had been an awful mother too, she cared more about the people of their village and what they thought than the needs and wants of her children and grandchildren, Isabela had done everything she could to be the exact opposite of Alma, but knowing she was about to gain the same familial title gave her an irrational fear. Isabela knew it was irrational, she wasn't going to suddenly turn into an awful person just because there was a new baby, but the idea of doing something wrong, of letting down or, God forbid, hurting her new grandbaby the same way she had been hurt, it scared her to no end.

"What if I say something wrong? What if I don't give them enough attention? What if I give them too much attention and I become a helicopter parent? Dios mio, what if they develop a POLLEN allergy and they think I'm making them sick on purpose!?" In her panic, Isabela had grabbed Dolores by the shoulders and started shaking her, "it's gonna be okay Isa", Dolores assured, "you're gonna be a great Abuela, just like you were a great mama, just breathe okay" Dolores guided Isabela through a couple of deep breaths, before letting out a squeak of surprise as she heard the tell-tale sign of a baby crying, "the baby's here" Dolores said, as soon as those words reached Isabela's ears, she made a mad dash for Mirabel's room, with Dolores following her.

Mirabel breathed a sigh of relief as her baby's cries rang through the room, the sound that announced the labor was over and her baby had been successfully delivered, "congratulations" the midwife said, cleaning off the newborn and swaddling them in a soft blanket, "your baby is perfectly healthy" "gracias" Mirabel's husband said, as he was handed his newborn baby, bending down so Mirabel could wrap her arms around the baby as well "mi amor, look" the baby had a mix of Mirabel and her husband's skin tone, but a small tuft of hair revealed they had inherited Mirabel's curly locks, the baby had yet to open their eyes. A rapid tap sounded on the door, no doubt Dolores had already begun spreading the news of the baby's arrival, "you can let them in" Mirabel said, and the midwife opened the door to allow Isabela and Dolores inside.

"How are you feeling?" Isabela asked, fidgeting with her fingers nervously, "I'm fine mama" Mirabel assured, "I'm just tired" Mirabel lifted her baby up from her chest towards Isabela, "do you wanna hold them?" Isabela froze for a moment, before a comforting squeeze on her shoulder from Dolores gave her the courage to accept the offer. Isabela carefully took the baby from Mirabel, holding them gently in her arms, the baby yawned as they snuggled up in Isabela's arms, getting comfortable in her embrace. Isabela smiled, the baby was so relaxed, they felt no fear or anxiety being held by her, the baby clearly felt safe in her arms, the baby trusted her to look out for them, and that immediate trust took away the remaining anxiety Isabela had, "hola bebe" Isabela said softly, "I'm your Abuela Isa".

Outside Mirabel's room, Isabela's door shimmered, and the name above her door changed to "Abuela Isabela"

I know this is a weird one, but the idea of Mama Isa's reaction to becoming an Abuela and comparing herself to her own Abuela was one that I just couldn't resist

Yo⁉️ THIS IS SO COOL RAHHHHH

Honestly. Love this idea, genuinely. Everything is right, like Isabela looks back and does pretty much to the opposite. She did her best as a mother (and did a great job), but being an abuela is just. Stressful to her. Not because she can’t handle it, but because she’s scared of how she’ll end up. She doesn’t wanna do anything wrong and end up like Alma.

Also her having all these questions. Like so real 😭 Shoutout to Dolores for helping her calm down though, cause that would’ve been a Greek tragedy waiting to happen 🌚 Also. Door, she’d definitely gonna be so excited, and then she’ll be breaking down in the corner and then she’ll be back to running around announcing she’d an abuela. Slay

I really gots to make them updated older designs, I just. Haven’t. Guess it never crossed my mind⁉️

Also, I know you didn’t ask but I gonna put this here for when I do time skips in the story (because there will def be time skips lmaooooo) uh. In this point in time??? And this is a guesstimate. Because Idek where the story is going either, it’s not planned like the others 💀 we’ll say, idk 9 or 10 years later than their canon ages, so that’s like. 14 or 15 from where the current story is now

Isabela is married to her husband, but has no kids yet (?). Dolores has 2, duh, but has another later on. Luisa has a husband, her wedding would’ve been a bit before this, but she has a kid later in the year, she just doesn’t know yet, (likely). Mirabel has a kid, obviously, and Camilo has a girlfriend and plans to propose later on, and Antonio. Has a crush on a certain girl <33 Bruno just. Tío Bruno, he’s not looking for a girl, not that he’s not interested, he just doesn’t wanna do allat, he’d rather focus on family.

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #mama Isa AU #mama Isabela AU

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In Every Universe I’ll Find My Way Back To You

In Every Universe I'll Find My Way Back to You

Hey guys, Welcome to chapter 4!! Thank you so much for the love on the previous parts of this fic!🖤 This part is a little bit longer. The next chapter I hope to have ready soon! Thank you all again for the support.

Some warnings for this chapter. Language, Jealous!Joel, Weapons, Age gap. I believe that is all if I missed anything I apologize.

Chapter 4: Battle of Malevolence VS Forgiveness

      The walk toward the Capitol was filled with a heavy feeling in the air.

You didn’t want to be angry at anyone, your goal was to just just keep peace. Pretend you didn’t know anything. Now here you are pissed off at half of the group. 

Ellie trailed along behind Tess with you in the middle and Joel closely behind.

She tried to continue to lighten the mood, she made little jokes here and there but none of us adults were really having it. 

“Y/n?” she whispered.

“Yes, Ellie?” It came out as more of a sigh than you intended it to. 

“Are you going to leave?” She sounded sad. This kid was smart and she caught onto everything.

Her words and the situation just took you back for a minute. Back to a fight that you and Joel had the first year the two of you were together. 

~Flash Back~

You and Joel went out on a friday night with Tommy at a local bar just for a few drinks in celebration, while Sarah was hanging out at a friend's house for the evening. 

Some Guy around your age came up and started trying to converse with you and naturally Joel got angry and wanted to leave.  You guys went home and fought about it for a while. Joel was very insecure , he tried his best to hide it. He didn't do it on purpose, Joel was very emotional before the breakout. 

He was pacing back and fourth in the living room as you sat on the couch watching him.

“Y/N, why didn't you say anything to me that he was bothering you !?”

“Joel it wasn’t that big of a deal, he asked to buy me a drink and I declined, I was there to be with you and to have fun.” you plead. You didn’t care about how pathetic you sounded, you just wanted to get your point across to him. 

“Y/n, did you want him to buy you a drink?” His chest was heaving and flushed red with anger, or maybe the liquor.

“Joel are you really asking me if I enjoyed another man flirting with me ?” 

“Maybe!” he shouted. Joel never raised his voice at you. 

“ I just … I know I'm not enough… I’m older and you deserve someone better.”  he almost whispered, shedding a few tears that he instantly wiped away.

You had tears welling up in your eyes at his words the way you remember, but you could have been full blown crying. 

“I love you Joel no one else you.”

“Are you going to leave?” he asked tears shedding down is rose colored cheeks. 

“Why would you ask that Joel?” you said walking up and wrapping your arms around his torso. 

You kissed his chest softly and rubbed a hand down his toned arm. 

“I love you Joel, and you are not old. I want you. Im not going anywhere.”

~End Flashback~

“Why would you ask that Ellie?”

She looked at you, some hurt and worry showing on her young face. 

“I know I’ll be out of Joel and Tess’s hair soon but... you make Joel happy. I like seeing people happy… And plus you actually talk to me and don't exactly follow what Tess says, which is nice to have someone kind of on my side.” 

You just met this kid two days ago and she already enjoyed time with you. And you with her, she is a good kid, very sweet, her words actually brought a slight tear to your eye. 

“Ellie, you are too sweet for your own good, don’t you worry.”

She smiled. 

You guys continued walking a good couple hours before you all decided to camp out for the night. Thank god you guys came across an old cabin, it was starting to rain and carrying wet bags around the next day wasn't your exact version of a good time. 

The cabin was fairly small, no beds or bedrooms, an old couch and what not displayed throughout the room. The fireplace seemed okay to use but you weren't exactly sure where you were and did not want to send any smoke signals to any raiders nearby. Tess threw out her sleeping bag in the one corner of the room with some throw pillows she found lying around. You thought for sure Ellie would try to fight Joel for the couch.

“Have the couch old man.” she joked with him.

“Well this old man is keeping you alive so it's the least you could do.” he replied. 

She laid her sleeping bag on the floor by the couch where Joel sat cleaning his gun. He made her feel safe. He made everyone feel safe… He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Protecting and taking care of everyone else, but never, or very rarely allowed anyone to take care of him. But that's all you wanted to do, but you were so damn angry with him for lying to you. 

Him lying to you about Tess just killed you.

It hurt. Not some teenage love hurt, hurt like someone took your heart outta your chest and stomped on it repeatedly. It only hurt this much because of all the trust, faith, and love you had for him. Joel and you got together at a rough time in your life before the outbreak. He was everything you knew. Every song unfinished he finished for you. 

 Joel's eyes scanned you as you crossed the room. You walked over to where Ellie was sprawled out and laid your sleeping bag close to her. You sat on top of it cleaning your gun, the same as Joel, and going through things in your bag.  

“I can watch tonight if you wanna get some sleep.”  Your words came out to him as more of a whisper than intended. Insecurities seeping through.

“It's alright get some sleep, Tess and I agreed to split, she'll take the second half and I’ll do first.”

You looked over at Tess’s sleeping body. You felt rejected in a way, like he was taking her side. You felt like a child thinking like that but how else are you supposed to feel right now. You laid down and turned to your side facing away from Joel's shadowed figure on the couch. You heard him get up and go outside onto the porch of the cabin. You felt the tears starting to well up in your eyes, your body started to shudder holding back quiet sobs.

“Y/n, are you awake” 

“Get some sleep Ellie.” you murmured. 

“Can we talk ? Just for a little?” she pushed, how are you supposed to tell her no?

“What's up?” 

“Joel's upset.”

“Ellie, we can talk about anything but him right now.”

“I’m just saying you should talk to him. But I’m a kid, what do I know?” 

You rolled over towards her and she had a grin on her face.

“Are you trying to play matchmaker ?”

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” she giggled out.

You leaned over to where she was, gave her a pat on the head and rolled back over and drifted off to sleep.

It was cold, very cold. You could feel your body shivering. It had to be at least 3 am, you only knew that because you heard shuffles of footsteps, which meant Tess and Joel were switching out for the night. Joel sat on the couch watching your shoulders rise and fall as you shivered. He came down and rubbed a hand gently up and down your arm. You tried to ignore him at this point, you didn’t feel like talking now. 

“I know you're awake, y/n/n. You are freezing.” he spoke so gentle it was hard not to melt at his words.

“I’m okay Joel.” 

He knew you werent, he knew you were hurting from his lie. But he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and tell you everything was going to be okay and that he had you. And more than anything he wanted to tell you he was sorry, that he was stupid and scared. But he didn’t want to push you. But at the same time he knew you, he knew how stubborn you could be and that sometimes you needed someone to just tell you how it was going to be. He walked away for a moment, he grabbed his sleeping bag from the couch and laid it down beside you. He laid on top and pulled you in close to him. 

“Joel don’t.” 

“Listen, I know you are mad at me, and I know that I hurt you, and I'm sorry I regret lying to you. I really do, but you are freezing. You need to warm up and I'm not about to let you get sick. So you can lay here and be angry at me all you want but I’m going to hold you.” 

You couldn't fight at this point, you melted into his warm body, still angry but feeling safe and much warmer. You soon drifted off to sleep hoping that maybe tomorrow things would go better.

The sun seemed to come up quicker and quicker everyday. 

Tess came into the cabin and told everyone it was time to get moving. Ellie rustled her hair and groaned not wanting to get up. You loosened yourself from Joel's grip and tapped her on the leg and told her to get movin. She moaned and groaned some more but eventually got up and yall were off. 

Once you guys arrived into the city it was time to be extra careful. 

The open city was a rough place to be, infected everywhere, raiders, smugglers, even military, it just depended on the day. The main concern was the infected population increase.

You made your way stealthily towards the capitol building but most of the pathways were blocked off, and open roads and sidewalks were too risky. You hadn’t been this close to a city in a long time. It was sadder than you had imagined it would be. You missed seeing the kids running in the parks, hearing people playing music on their guitars at squares, you missed the normal small things in general. Now  buildings were shattered and blown to bits, Firefly logos painted onto the walls that remained, beautiful monuments were flooded from pipes or hydrants that had bursted. You missed a normal life with Joel. Things were simpler back then. Your favorite days were ones spent with Joel, Sarah, and Tommy. Whether it was movie night or cookouts in the summertime, you craved those moments.  Sometimes those memories sit and haunt you on bad days, sometimes they cheer you up when things get rough. But at the end of the day you were here. 

Coming up on a building Joel pulled back a piece of wood covering a door and held it for you to walk inside. You, Tess, and Joel all drew your weapons and flashlights to enter the dark building. You could hear the faint sounds of grunting coming from the back of the building. Ellie must have heard them too; she stepped closer to you, and grabbed your sleeve. 

“What the fuck was that?” 

You quickly shushed her. 

Joel turned around and looked at her and you, making sure you two were alright. 

“Ellie, from this point forward we are silent, not quite silent.” he whispered. 

She gave him a quick nod and continued up to the stairway. Joel and Tess were leading the way, Ellie was in the middle and you trailed behind making sure nothing followed. 

The staircase was flooded in dried, dead cordyceps. You had to avoid the chance of stepping on them they could make a loud cr-…

*Crunch*

Joel and Tess whipped their heads around to Ellie who had just stepped on one shaped like an arm. You quickly looked behind you making sure the noise didn’t startle anything. About that time you heard the familiar screeching and clicking coming from the bottom of the steps. 

Quickly you pulled out your silencer and attached it to your gun. Thank god for those things in a time like this. You all stayed still for a moment, that was until the old building decided to start to crumble and one of the ceiling boards fell not too far from you.  The clicker quickly reacted and started charging you all at the top of the steps.

“Joel get them out!” you whisper shouted to him. 

He stood there for a moment in thought he didn’t want to leave you behind. You whipped yourself back around and shot the clicker. You knew that this wouldn’t be the only one coming,that board definitely echoed. About that time three more came charging up the steps. 

“Joel! MOVE!” You shouted not caring how loud because you knew that there was already more coming. 

Joel quickly grabbed Ellie and pulled her up the stairs the rest of the way, letting Tess take the lead. You slowly made your way up the steps backwards making sure that none of them got up the stairs. You were taking shots at them left and right, trying to aim with only a small flashlight. You managed to get to the top of the stairs, nothing seemed to be insight any longer. You tried to maneuver your way through the debris quickly to catch up to Joel and the others. 

There was an open door that led to a casing room, silently making your way through the doors you neared to the right a bit around a L shaped case. Turning the corner trying to make sure the coast was clear with your gun in hand, a large hand came up over your mouth and pulled you back against them and the casing in one swift motion. Fight or flight quickly started to kick in. You started trying to get free from the grip quickly, until a quick motion had you face to face with Joel. You wanted to punch him for scaring you. He held up a finger to his lips in a shushing motion and then pointed towards a large mirror. Gazing at the mirror you could see two clickers reflections. He released his hand from your mouth ever so slowly. 

He bent down and picked up one of the old bottles laying on the ground. 

He tossed it in the opposite direction of Ellie and Tess so they could make their way over to where you and him stood. They quickly started making their way over when that familiar screech echoed on the walls again. Ellie made it over to you, but Tess was caught in the cross fires. You went out around the corner as fast as you could and shot at the clicker on top of her. 

She quickly stood up rubbing the gunk from the creature off of her tired body.

“Thanks Y/n.” 

“Of course.” You replied.

She stood there for a moment looking blank. 

“You okay Tess?” 

“Yeah I’m good, Thanks for still having my back.”

“ No problem, Lets get outta here okay?” She gave you an appreciative nod. 

After a few clickers and minutes later you made your way into the capitol building. 

You knew by the military shooting outside and the clickers screeches you had to make this a quick deal. Tess made her way into the building ahead of you, Joel and Ellie. She seemed angry once you got inside. All the weapons that they were supposed to receive were gone and all the Fireflies were dead. Her and Joel were pissed, you were too busy guarding the door to really pay attention until the clickers got closer to the door. 

“Uhh, guys they are getting really close, we need to go now.” 

You tried to hurry them out the door until Tess stopped. 

“Tess, what are you doing?”

“This is my last stop guys.” 

You, Joel and Ellie shared a confused look. 

“What do you mean Tess?”

She didn’t say a word. She stood completely still in stealth. 

“Oh my god… She got bit.” Ellie concluded. 

“Tess, No, when?” You asked.

“Let me see it.” Joel hissed. 

She pulled her collar down revealing the bite. 

“Tess, was this from the clicker I shot off of you or before?” You asked guilt washing over you. 

“It was before, a different one. I just didn’t know what to say. After you shot the clicker off I felt myself getting weaker. It's not your fault.” 

“Tess, I'm so sorry.” 

“You guys need to leave.” she scolded. 

She started dumping gasoline and emptying boxes of explosives on the ground. 

She then grabbed Ellie's arm comparing their bites explaining that this shit is real, Ellie is really immune, and that we needed to get the cure.

You didn’t want to leave her here. Not with clickers and the military trailing close behind.

“Y/n, I’m sorry for ratting you out to the Fireflies, It was selfish.” 

You wanted to be angry at her still. But you couldn’t, you had to big of a heart for that. Grudges were easy to hold,but forgiveness was strength.

“Tess, I'm not angry, I forgive you.” 

The doors of the building started to rattle. 

“Go!” Tess yelled at Joel. 

Joel grabbed you and Ellies wrists and began dragging you both out. 

You were barely from the building before the ground started to rumble. You could hear faint shot gun sounds. Then suddenly you felt a gust of heat hit your back with such force that it knocked you off your feet, ejecting the three of you into the air and away from each other into the grassed area behind the now burning building.  

You felt yourself come down hard onto a rocky area. You laid there still for a minute, ears ringing, body aching . The strong smell of gasoline and fire in the air with a hint of iron.  

Iron you thought, you reached for the strong pain in your side feeling for an injury. You slowly lifted your fingers to your blurry eyes. You were seeing doubles, maybe even triples, at this point. But what you were sure of was the crimson colored blood dripping off your fingers. 

“Y/N!?” 

You could hear Joel and Ellies faint screams as your vision turned black…

#joel miller #joel the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel x reader #joel x plus size reader #joel miller x reader #jealous!joel

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Close Encounters

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, unnamed female

Word Count:  1,441

Rating/Warning(s): PG-13 / cussing

Summary: He got a little too close, pushed a little too hard and now she feels like she's in a whole lot of trouble.

Author’s Notes: I haven't posted any of my writing in forever and what a mistake to try now when engagement is in the gutter for everyone here on Tumblr. I've never been smart. Just like Ransom Drysdale in July 2019, Lloyd Hansen has gotten my synapses firing since the first time I saw him so, like, why not?

"And how are you this morning, Suzanne?" She rolled her eyes all the way to the back of her head, Undertaker style, at the sound of his voice. It somehow lacked genuine depth yet also dripped with disdain. She fixed her face, took a deep breath and spun her desk chair around to face him.

He was sat on the edge of her desk, white pants hugging the ass she constantly berated herself for noticing. Well, appreciating really because one would have to be blind not to notice what he so clearly loved showing off. Why else would a man wear body hugging pants, often in white, as he did? She gritted her teeth at the sound of his loud chewing. Nobody chewed like he did, with purpose, and that purpose was to annoy…just like he was doing now. That's why his mustachioed mouth was curved into a smug smile.

"How many times have I asked you to not park yourself on my desk?" Her voice was quiet and measured. She had to be at this job; she was trusted to be efficient and discreet which meant no big bursts of emotion, even if provoked. If she didn't know better, she would swear that he had made it his purpose to push her until she finally broke.

"Probably as many times as I've called you Suzanne." He punctuated his statement with an inelegant snort. He knew damn well that was not her name.

She corrected him the first three times. After that, it occurred to her that it wasn't a mistake, but instead a microaggression. It was important to him to let her know she was insignificant. What better way to belittle her than not bother to correctly address her? She hated herself a little - a lot - for being affected by the gesture at the same time she recognized it for what it was. But again, she worked to not let the effect show. She couldn't.

She turned her chair towards her computer on the opposite corner of her desk. Not having to look at him helped, a little. Her eyes went soft, her gaze became unfocused as she thought not only about those tight white pants but the short sleeve black turtleneck that accentuated the size of his biceps. And his hands…they were large and masculine. She knew they were adept at handling weapons, but she was embarrassed at what else she imagined those hands could do. How might the cool metal of his pinky ring might feel against her heated skin…

"SUZANNE!" He sharply whistled through his teeth, rousing her from her inappropriate musings. "Where the Hell did you go?" he asked. His annoyed tone had her throw a glaring side eye at him. How can I dislike someone so much and still think the things I think about him? The question passed through her brain for at least the one hundred thousandth time since she had met him.

"None of your business," she sighed. She turned back to her computer, unlocking it and tapping on her keyboard with remarkable speed. "Your business is taking you overseas this week. Lucky you." 

While she reviewed the details of his schedule, she didn't notice that he moved himself from the opposite corner of her desk to right next to her. So close, in fact, that when she turned to her left to address him she had a face full of bicep. And torso. Tight muscles encased in snug, soft looking material. Her hands twitched with want as she forgot to tamp down all signs of emotion.

"Oh, for fucks sake," she whispered, her neck rearing back as if she had been hit. She resented the whiff of tobacco and sandalwood that invaded her sense of smell. She felt attacked in more than one way and had to shut her eyes and breathe deep. Mistake.

"Well…" He let the word hang in between them. His usual sarcastic tone had been replaced with a different one. She couldn't pinpoint what to call it but she recognized that his tone was…deeper? No. She wasn't in her right mind so she couldn't trust that. 

She opened her eyes, ready to be met with a look of derision. But whatever was in his eyes and on his face, that was not it. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and thank God for long sleeves so the goosebumps that rose were not visible to his keen eye. She knew that despite all of her practice at repression, her complexion often gave her away and she felt her cheeks heat up at the look he was giving her.

"Well what?" Her voice was practically a croak which had her spinning in her chair to reach for her water bottle. She very noisily gulped water down, knowing that she was breaking whatever spell had temporarily rendered her stupid. She still wasn't ready to turn back to him. To her surprise, he audibly sighed and the wood of her desk creaked as he pushed his weight off of it.

"Now that you've quenched your thirst, think you could get around to doing your job and send me my schedule?" She slammed her bottle down before she could help herself. Of all the ways to irritate her, she would not abide by him trying to impugn her work ethic. Not today. 

"Oh fuck you, Lloyd," she spat. He stood behind her computer, looking down at her with the most self satisfied smile she had ever seen.

"Only in your dreams," he said, resuming his obnoxious chewing. Then he winked at her. The way her body clenched had her folding her lips into her mouth to prevent any sound from escaping and betraying her further.

"You got bite to you after all. You know what that means, don't you?" He asked, his hands going to his hips. She would not and could not take the bait. It was almost painful how rigid she held herself so that she wouldn't nod or shake her head or give him any further sign of reaction. That didn't stop him, though, because her obviously exercised restraint told him something in and of itself.

"It means you just got a helluva lot more interesting, Suz -" He stopped midway through the degrading nickname. She had forgotten how to breathe at this point. His eyes looked straight into hers and she felt like a literal captive. She couldn't look away if she wanted to, which she did, because she knew her eyes gave away entirely too much. And whatever he found in her gaze was enough to have him smirk and raise an eyebrow at her. He reached up to his mouth to extract his gum before sticking it to the top of her monitor.

"For fucks sake!" She exclaimed again, immediately getting up to get a paper towel to clean up his mess. It was another in many slip ups that exposed entirely too much. He had completely thrown her off today. When she went back to her computer he was already on his way out.

"Admire the view all you want but send me my God damn schedule!" She gave his back a middle finger and to her surprise, it was one that he returned without turning around. Her heart stopped for a moment before realizing he caught her in the reflection of the door he was now exiting. Another demonstration of why he was so good at what he did. He opened the door but paused for a long moment before he turned back to her, half way out the door. His gaze felt like an appraisal even at a comfortable distance. He shook his head sharply.

"Interesting. Very fucking interesting." She wasn't sure why but she was sure being interesting to Lloyd Hansen was not an entirely positive thing. "See ya soon." He winked at her again making sure to note the way a vein in her neck twitched before he made his way out the door and closed it behind him.

She collapsed into her chair, heart racing as if she had done some type of vigorous physical activity. All that had happened to her was being in close proximity to, and under the scrutiny of, an utterly confounding man. 

She crumpled up the paper towel, focusing on the odd texture of chewed up gum to help ground her. She took a few regulating breaths, shot the paper towel into her bin and then extracted one of her secure phones to send him his assignment. Whatever that anomaly of an incident was, it was time to get back to work.

#The Gray Man #Lloyd Hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fic #my ff #lloyd hansen fan fic

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stay for the night (i'll sell you a dream): ch 18

Shared Consequences

AO3

Ever since she was little, Caitlyn’s always wanted to be an enforcer. She remembers her parents talking about all the wonderful things they did for Piltover, grand stories about protecting the people from criminals and corruption.

Not that she told her parents until already enrolling herself in an arms training camp, one for potential future enforcers. Oh, she had gotten an earful after that escapade, but she’s never  regretted it. For one, it turns out she has an affinity for sharpshooting. For two, it’s where she met Jayce.

He and his mother had been there to look at the inner mechanisms of a rifle and how they worked, how they folded up, how they shot. Jayce had told her that he was interested in how everything worked, so why not go to an arms master and learn it from them?

When she had gotten back, and had told her parents all about Jayce Talis, and about how they were going to go to the library the next day, she got an earful for that too. It didn’t matter in the end, they let her go (with supervision, of course), and that was the beginning of the greatest relationship of her life.

But back to being an enforcer. She’s glad that Grayson didn’t win during that shooting competition, looking back on it. Then she wouldn’t have confronted Grayson, and she wouldn’t have gotten the words that she asks herself every morning. Who is she shooting for?

Is it Jayce, her brother, who’s awkward and kind and charismatic and smart? Who loves soft things and humming and the smell of pomegranates and green apples?

Or is it her parents, who love her even though they don’t always know how to show it? Who are strict more often than they need to be, but are also soft when it counts the most?

Or maybe it’s just all the people that Caitlyn’s never met, who live their lives through pain and joy, through hard times and through easy times?

Whoever it is, she won’t let them down. Not now, not ever.

-

It takes a while to get used to Viktor. She was still going through all the hoops for enforcer training when the whole Hextech thing went down, and the drastic change in setting and dynamics set her off her balance. It was like being blindfolded and told to walk on a tightrope, even though Jayce was there to help.

She knew from the first time she met Viktor that he was nothing like Jayce. Jayce, for all intents and purposes, is soft. Viktor is sharp. The moment she stepped into the door, he had made some cutting remark about her looking like an enforcer, and all the implications of what that meant to him were left on his distinctly undercity accent.

His eyes are a harsh gold, his body is angular in ways Caitlyn didn’t even know were possible, and his humor is dry and sarcastic.

It’s a nice change of pace from all the people her parents bring over for dinner.

At first she had been worried, she didn’t want Jayce to be cut by someone like that, even though she knows now that Viktor takes every precaution to not hurt anyone he cares about. It took seeing him help Jayce during a meltdown, his softened tone, gentle touches across Jayce’s arms and hands, turning off every sound in the room. That was the moment she knew that Viktor was good enough for her big brother.

The dynamic shifted again when she came in with her new enforcer’s badge.

“Get out.” Viktor says, his voice like chilled steel.

“Viktor-” Jayce tries to step in, and Caitlyn wants to tell him no. Viktor is the embodiment of a sharpened blade right now, and she doesn’t want Jayce to get hurt.

“Jayce, you know how I feel about Enforcers.” Viktor seeths, gesturing to Caitlyn. The way he says enforcer, it’s like the word is the most foul thing to come across his tongue. Like a plague. It riles Caitlyn up.

“What am I missing here?” She asks, keeping her anger simmering. It won’t do anyone any good if it overflows. She won’t explode, not now, not while Jayce is here. “Are you some kind of criminal?”

That’s the wrong thing to say, because Viktor whips around at inhuman speeds, and pierces her down with a glare. “Of course you would think that, you fucking enforcer.” He spits. “I’m leaving. Don’t follow me.”

Her anger dies down within the moments after he leaves, and she stands there, wondering what just happened.

She thought that they had worked it out, that everything was fine now. Did she know exactly why Viktor had acted so harshly? No, but she got the rundown of how people of the undercity felt about enforcers. She understood why from that information. But now she’s lost in the dark again, stuck on the tightrope, and she doesn’t know when, or if, Jayce will be there to help.

-

Caitlyn sits in the lab, an untouched cup of coffee in her hands as she sits across from Jayce. VIktor isn’t here, which she thinks is for the best. After how she heard he was acting yesterday, she doesn’t know what his mental state would be like.

“Viktor took the day off.” Jayce whispers. It’s obvious to her how strained he is mentally. He’s shifting around and tapping at his mug instead of making the noises he usually does when stressed out, and he has on his largest sweater and hoodie, who’s hood is flipped up. “I’m going to, too, once we’re done talking.”

Caitlyn hums and sips at her coffee. It’s bitter, and she used to recoil at the taste when she was younger. “Okay.” She responds. “I don’t know what the hell happened yesterday, but I can see that you need some time.”

“Am I that obvious?” Jayce’s smile is weak at best, and it falls quickly as he rubs a hand across his face. “Gods, Cait, I didn’t want to have this conversation like this.”

“What conversation?” She asks, leaning forwards. “Jay, what am I missing?”

Jayce looks at her. His brown irises are surrounded by irritated blood vessels and dark bags under his eyes. “I told you about how Zaun feels about Enforcers?”

Zaun, that’s new, and she can practically taste the weight put onto the word ‘enforcer’. She nods.

“It’s more complicated than that. Enforcers have been abusing their power in Zaun for decades, which is why crime is so high there. People don’t have any other option.” Jayce tells her. “It led to the battle on the bridge, it left hundreds of children without parents, and it created a place of desperation.”

“Grayson wouldn’t let that happen.” Caitlyn says, because it’s true. Grayson’s the whole reason that Caitlyn took the chance at becoming an enforcer, and her staunch moral code of doo right by the people would never let such corruption exist. Unless . . .

“Cait, she never knew.”

There was a bomb placed in her office that went off the moment the entered.

“And now Marcus is in charge.” She whispers. She hates Marcus, he’s slimy and interferes with any investigations she tries to hold.

Jayce nods. “Do you understand why those kids last night were so distrustful of you?”

Caitlyn nods. “I still want to do good for others.” She whispers. “This is the only way I’m able to without my parents interfering too much.”

Jayce’s hand touches her shoulder, and she looks up to notice that he’s now standing.

“I know, Cait, and I’m trying to explain that to Viktor.” He puts his mug on the counter next to them, and cups her face in his hands. “I know you won’t fall to them, but please don’t put a target on your back. I want you safe.” He gently kisses the crown of her head. “I’m going home, you can stay here for today if you want. You know how to lock up when you leave.”

Jayce gently squeezes her hands and walks out, leaving Caitlyn to think on what he just told her, and where to go next.

-

Stillwater. She needs to go to Stillwater.

#stay for the night (ill sell you a dream) #caitlyn #caitlyn arcane #viktor #viktor arcane #jayce talis #arcane #arcane league of legends

[skyfall8600]

Children of Dawn Pt. 8 (A Twilight Saga Fanfiction)

Note: I originally created this story back in 2020 with the first lockdowns from COVID-10. I had posted it on Wattpad under a different name, SaturnFire2000. However, I kept being drawn back to this story. It might be a while before new chapters are added, but I thought it would be worth re-posting the story on here given my new-found family of followers.

Summary: Years after the final battle, the Cullen family face new challenges. Edward and Bella take on new roles in life; Renesmee struggles to understand her goals and purpose in a world where no one is like her. The Volturi kept a large secret that could destroy them all.

Warning: Sexual references, violence, blood, supernatural. Recommended 13+. 

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Chapter 8: Renesmee

Feeling the cold wind against my legs woke me suddenly. With Jacob still by my side, I was not afraid when my eyes opened. Looking around I noticed that none of the other children were awake yet, sleeping peacefully and close together. I could hear rustling outside; my family was discussing something in hushed whispers. 

“I am sorry if you think I lied to you… I genuinely didn’t know.” Arabella whispered to me from across the farmhouse. She moved to sit upright, cradling her legs in her arms. 

“I never thought that.” I replied, being careful not to wake Jacob. 

“All my memories of my life before Aro found me are fake, fabricated from nothing.”

“Doesn’t mean they weren’t real to you, it made you were you are. Caring, kind, smart.” I said, small tears began to run down her face from her big brown eyes. “I guess in some way, we are like sisters.” 

“But we aren’t. I don’t even know what I am really, perhaps more of a clone than sister. Since a large part of me was from Bella too, I heard the professor talk to your family late last night.” 

I approached her softly, the large jacket still covering most of my body. I linked my arm around her, holding her close to me. 

“It doesn’t matter, you’re with us now. All of you.” I said. 

“The others…. They were extracted from me, just like I was you and Bella.” She looked at the fifteen children sleeping against the wolves. “My brothers and sisters… there were so many I can barely remember because they were destroyed so quickly, I never knew they were being experimented on.” 

She wept into my shoulder and I didn’t know the correct words to say. I held up my hand to her cheek and showed her the life she could have lived, the life I wanted the other children to half before it was too late. Images flashed quickly from catching snowflakes in the winter, music lessons with my father, dress ups with Alice and Rosalie, reading with my mother, play fighting with Emmet and learning games with Jasper…. All of the happiest of memories of my life. 

“They are your private memories, why did you share them?” she asked, looking at me with the tears still glistening in her eyes. 

“I told you, we are sisters… no matter how you were created and who’s DNA is inside you. My family doesn’t think that way. I showed you the memories you missed out on so they could be your own, your life and childhood were robbed from you, but it doesn’t mean you didn’t deserve it. I want to make things right.” 

And there in the early morning with the sun just beginning to rise, we held onto each other and neither of us dared to let go first. She needed to feel safe and loved, it was a feeling she had never felt before. As I sat there, she spoke softly to me through our telepathic connection. 

When Jane attacked my mother the day before, it was in hopes to destroy her so Aro wouldn’t be tempted to create more superior hybrids like Arabella. Jane despised the children; she was cruel to them if she was given the chance to be alone with them. Aro knew of Jane’s torture of them but tried to direct her hatred towards harming the ones he was going to dispose of…. The healthy and powerful ones were off limits. Many of the children weren’t given names until they reached two years after their birth, Arabella would name them in secret as Aro or Joham never bothered to. 

She unsure which of them were closer related to her than others, but I reassured her that it didn’t matter. They were all unique and special in their own way; it was clear to me that Arabella acted as their mother during their times in the castle. The eldest one of the children was created 2 years after Arabella, with numerous of ‘failed’ experiment in-between. It took quite some time for the Professor to be able to replicate Arabella’s DNA in the way he wanted. 

“First came Matthew, he wasn’t a quiet child and it upset them greatly. So, they forced me to watch over him and make him behave. He was a stubborn child, much like Sophia and Declan after him. Gradually as more of them were borne, I took over and raised them as I was already appearing like a teenager at that stage.” Arabella said. 

“There’s so many of them… and to think that there were more. How did he manage this within six years?” 

She shook her head, “I have no idea. There’s so much I don’t understand. Not long after Declan was borne, there was a big boom with John, Adam, Emilia, Josie and Stephanie all at once. Then a year after them it was Rebecca, Teresa, Nicoleta and Timothy. I remember them being so disappointed with there being more girls than boys, so they got back to work straight away. Then Nathan and Lucas were borne, roughly 6 months ago now, which wasn’t that long before Lacy was borne. She is only a few weeks old.” 

“They are beautiful names, just as I am sure you did your best raising them the way you did.” My grandmother Esme said, we hadn’t heard her walk in. She came to crouch down before us, holding Arabella’s face gently in her hand. 

Esme was always graceful and pure; I had never seen her angry or raise her temper. She was a natural borne mother and adored all her children; and any additional ones which found their way to our family. Esme was often very motherly towards Seth whenever he came over, he had been the youngest of the pack for a while when Jacob first became Alpha and she can’t see him as anything other than the young teenager putting himself in danger. 

“Come, help me get the children into the cars.” She extended her hand for Arabella and I to stand up. “We need to move them before the villagers wake.” 

“Where are we going?” Arabella asked. I moved back to Jacob to have him understand what was happening, having the pack back in their human form meant we could carry more of the younger ones easily. 

“You are coming with us, to Forks. If things get too hectic there, then we have cousins in Denali who we can spread ourselves out more.” Esme replied, gracefully picking up Nicoleta and Rebecca. 

“No! we can’t separate them.” Arabella rushed over, soothing the back of her hand over her sister’s head. 

“We don’t plan to, but it may be in their best interest to have more adults around, so we aren’t outnumbered in case things go wrong.” 

“Please.” Arabella begged. 

I can’t protect them if they are separated, I heard her mind wonder. 

“We will protect you all now.” I said, hoping to calm her nerves. “It’s going to be ok.” 

Nathan and Lucas were no bigger than a two-year-old toddler, I was able to pick up the small blonde headed child and his brother with ease. With one in each arm, I suddenly became aware that I had never held a child before. Being around human infants scared me, I was worried if I would be unable to control myself. But there I was, bouncing the small boys easily on my hips and smiled at their little giggles. 

They seemed perfectly normal to me, as did all of the other young ones. Which made me question what powers they had, whether they were as close to my parents’ as Arabella and mine were. 

There were three large SUVs outside, some with and without baby seats. It was easy to place the children into the cars. At first, they were afraid, having never been inside of one before, but they gradually realised there was no harm once Alice excitedly jumped in the passenger seat. 

Trying to bring them home would be hard to do so without raising suspicion, with a group of children this large it wouldn’t go unnoticed. They had no passports, no birth certificates, no traces of ever existing. I know that my family would think of something, but with how little time there was I also knew that it would be a while before we would be able to make it back to Forks.

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A/n: If you like any of my work, please reblog. I promise it goes a long way in helping your favorite fanfic writers share their stories. 

#twilgiht saga #twilight fanfiction #bella x edward #renesmee cullen #skyfall8600

[ewitsren]

#@! BAJI KEISUKE AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

pairings: baji keisuke x reader

cw/tws⚠️: none

requested: no

barrista's note ☕: baji deserved so much better i love him sm :(

first of all, baji is really soft and gentle towards girls, you can't change my mind.

dating this boy is the most fun, wild and heart-warming experience of your life </3.

you two do crazy shit all the time so it's important that you must be a lil bit prudent so you can tell him off when he goes too far

baji is impulsive and probably gets the two of you into trouble a lot, but he always makes sure you don't get hurt

if you do get hurt he'll look at you with his puppy eyes and show up on your door with your favorite movies and a two bawls of peyoung yakisoba he made (which surprisingly tasted good)

baji loves sleeping with his head on your lap or stomach </3.

silently approaches you from behind and bites your shoulder... just to annoy you

you two follow cats together if you see them on the street </3

baji loves driving you on his bike! and he'd teach you how to ride it if you asked him to, he thinks you'd look so badass while driving.

he would never disrespect you in any way. baji has all the love and respect in the world for you, he'd never break your heart on purpose

you'll eventually become best friends with chifuyu </3. he's really glad you're there and he always talks about how you make baji happy

this boy right here isn't afraid to fight anyone for you.

cuddlebug!! baji LOVES cuddling with you, he's always the big spoon. he likes holding you in his arms knowing that you're safe and with him ♡.

his kisses are slow and lowkey desperate </3. he always wants more, needy for the feeling of your lips on his.

you're his biggest comfort source </3. baji isn't afraid to be vulnerable in front of you. he collapses in your arms and hugs you tight while waiting for you to whisper words of affirmation to him. he's even more clingy than usual when he seeks comfort from you.

baji sighed as he let his body fall into your arms, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

" 'sup?" you asked, baji laying on top of you on bed while you pushed his hair back and tugged it behind his ears.

" 'm not feeling okay." baji responded, his voice was muffled since his head was still buried in the crook of your neck. "can you just hold me?"

baji is honest with you most of the time but there are certain times when he's not very open about what's going on, if it's something might hurt you or get you into serious troubles (gang fights)

he takes all the burden on his shoulders at these times so you have to figure it out on your own and make sure baji doesn't stumble under the weight

okay,, baji is an observant and smart boy even tho his academics are not brilliant so he'll notice immideatly if something's wrong. he does anything he can to make you feel better. the thing making you upset has a body? then they're done. but if it's something emotional he'll probably panick and ask for help (from his mom </3.)

baji is a carefree crackhead but he's so caring and careful when it comes to you. he's less violent around you, he thinks twice before saying something that might be hurtful, his touch is more gentle, his gaze is lighter... boy protects you from the whole world.

 acts silly on purpose to make you laugh 🥺 your laughter is his favorite sound on earth

takes you on late night walks/drives when you can't sleep

100% introduces you to his mom and she loves you so much :3

talks about mikey and the founder 6 a lot. he'll tell you memories from his childhood about them during late night walks. usually he tries to pick happy memories to talk about but sometimes there's a look in his eyes which makes happy memories even more hurt. he rants about how worried he is for mikey.

so clingy & affectionate in public,,, sits you on his lap, kisses your neck, hugs you, plays with your hand... so fucking affectionate

he has cute nicknames for you! but prefers you to call him only by his name bcos he loves the way it sounds when it comes out of your lips

definitely asks his mom and chifuyu for date ideas bcos all he can think about is movie nights, arcade dates or going to traditional places like asakusa, kyoto.

you'll most likely have a fun and sweet date if he asked his mom for advice but if it was chifuyu... two dummies planning a date won't end well to say at least </3

if you go on an arcade date he'll win plushies for you </3

and he might get a little competitive if you play race games...yeah

overall baji loves you so beautifully... he isn't afraid to be vulnerable, to be different when he's with you and that's what makes it beautiful. he's always comfortable being himself around you and he too accepts you for who you are ♡

@ewitsren 's work, do not translate/repost on other apps and platforms.

#keisuke baji headcanons #keisuke baji x reader #keisuke baji #baji x reader #baji headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #baji tokyo revengers #sano manjiro #mitsuya takashi #hanagaki takemichi #chifuyu matsuno

[natsfirecat]

Bring You Back

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

summary: r and nat have happily been together for over a year, until everything comes crashing down. now, nat and the avengers will stop at nothing to get back the r they know

genre: angst w happy ending

word count: 10k

warnings: swearing, cheating, mind control/brainwashing, setting things on fire, Supergirl references, two sentences that could potentially be interpreted as implied smut but that wasn’t my intention, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N: this is set in the same universe as Operation Fire Widow but you don’t need to read that to understand this!

also this is kinda proofread, and by that i mean it’s 2am and i read over it but i’m tired and not thinking straight so the proofread doesn’t really count

”I swear, if you two don’t get married then I won’t believe in love anymore,” Carol said as she sat down on the chair across from you and Natasha.

You smiled as you felt your girlfriend’s arms around you tighten.

Carol couldn’t help but smile proudly at the two of you. 

You had been together for a little over a year, but you had been crushing on her for months beforehand. Carol, being one of your best friends, had been part of the big plan created to get the two of you together. Things didn’t end up going as planned, but of course it all worked out in the end. 

“Does anyone want a blanket before it starts?” Wanda asked as she entered the living room.

Carol and Peter both nodded at her, but Natasha simply shook her head.

“I have my blanket right here,” she whispered into your ear.

You grinned, then closed your eyes. You purposely used your pyrokinesis to heat yourself up to just the right temperature so your girlfriend could be warm. 

She leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on your neck, causing you to giggle. 

In the past year that you were together, Natasha evidently found out about your love for Supergirl.

It took some convincing, but eventually you were able to get her to binge watch the show with you so she could catch up to the live episodes.

“Y’know, you’re kinda like Kara if you think about it,” Natasha had told you. “You’re a happy little ray of sunshine, but you can also be a powerful badass when you want to,”

You smiled at her, giving her a quick kiss.

“I think you’re like Lena,” you replied, smiling at her. “You don’t have powers, but you’re still a badass and the team would basically be lost without you. You’re also super smart, and not to mention the fact that you both have gorgeous green eyes. Plus, you and Lena both act like you’re all dark and scary, but deep down you’re a softie,”

She rolled her eyes at the last sentence, prompting you to giggle before kissing her once again.

“So if I’m Kara and you’re Lena, then that means that you have reason to ship Supercorp now!”

“I already ship them, detka.” She told you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Lena clearly makes her smile a lot more than Mon-El ever did. I wish he never came back in the first place, but Lena did right by making the device that required him to leave Earth,”

“I’m so proud of you.”

Now, Natasha had caught up so she could watch the episodes live with you Carol, Wanda, and Peter. 

The current season wasn’t great, but you had been watching it since the pilot of the show first aired and you certainly weren’t going to stop now.

“Damn it,” you heard Natasha whisper as William appeared on the screen. “I don’t want to see him,”

You smiled, then placed your hands over hers, which were currently resting on your lower stomach. 

“He’s just taking up screen-time that should be going to Nia, or Alex or Kelly,” she said to you.

You nodded in agreement, softly rubbing your thumb over her knuckles.

You leaned back father into her, allowing her to place a few kisses on your head. 

“I love you, Natty,” you said softly, looking up at her. 

“I love you too,” she whispered back, unable to stop the smile on her face.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Carol said, pausing the show. “Do your little sappy couple stuff later, we’re about to get a Supercorp moment,”

You breathed out a chuckle, then turned your attention back to the screen.

-

After the episode ended, Natasha insisted on carrying you back to your shared bedroom because of how tired you were.

You nodded, allowing her to effortlessly pick you up and take you upstairs to bed. 

Luckily, you had decided to wear your pajamas before going down for Supergirl, so you didn’t have to change now that you were as tired as you were.

She gently set you down on the bed, climbing next to you as soon as she changed into her own pajamas.

Her arms had become your home at this point. You scooted yourself closer to her, placing your head underneath her chin as you wrapped your arms around her. 

A yawn escaped your mouth as you began to entangle your legs with hers.

“Natty?” You asked her, not quite ready to fall asleep yet. She nodded for you to continue. “When do you think Bucky’s gonna ask Steve out? I can tell he likes him. Maybe we should do something for him like my friends did with me last year,”

Her breath had hitched the moment you mentioned Bucky’s name.

“What?” You asked her, eyes opening wider now. 

“I don’t think Bucky likes Steve,” she said. Not in her soft voice she normally used with you. But with her voice she used with everyone else.

“What makes you say that?” You asked, your smile faltering a bit. 

“He just doesn’t,”

“And how would you know that?”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go to sleep.”

You backed away from her, raising yourself up so you were on your elbows now.

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not!”

“You are,”

“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”

Her eyes had widened, and she almost looked afraid. And that made you afraid.

“Natty, what’s going on?”

She said nothing, but broke her eye contact.

“Natasha,” you said, your own tone changing a bit too. It wasn’t your happy, cheerful tone you had most of the time. It was the tone you used while on the battlefield, or during interrogations. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”

“I can’t,” she said at almost a whisper. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to fall down.

“Tell me, or I’ll ask Bucky myself,”

“No, don’t!” She begged. “Please don’t! It didn’t mean anything! You’re the one I love!”

Your heart fell, as she practically confirmed your fear.

You were wide awake now. 

“No,” you got out. “No it’s not true,”

You pulled yourself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. You sped-walked down to the end of the hall, Natasha following after you.

Your fists were balled so tightly, you were sure your nails would leave a mark; they were almost drawing blood.

You had to take a deep breath before knocking on his door, you didn’t want to set it on fire.

“Yeah?” He asked, opening it. His smile fell as soon as he saw Natasha’s tear-struck face.

“What did you guys do?” You asked shakily, looking between them.

“You told her?!” Bucky said angrily. 

“No, no, no, no, no,” you said softly, your stomach already twisting. “It’s true?”

“I promise it didn’t mean anything,” Natasha cried desperately. She pulled your arm back, flinching at the heat radiating off of it, but she didn’t let go. “It was only once, we just had a bit too much to drink, and-”

You pulled your arm out of her grasp, already feeling the tears falling down your cheeks.

“When?” 

“Two weeks ago,” Bucky answered, earning a glare from Natasha.

“Y/N, baby, please,” she said as she reached out for you again. “I love you, and I want you,”

You couldn’t even look at her.

Without another word, you made your way back to your bedroom. Not the one you shared with Natasha, but the one you had before you and her got together. 

At this point you began to hyperventilate. You could hear the banging coming from the other side of your door, but you weren’t going to open it. 

You lay facing down on your bed, letting the sobs escape as your breathing only got faster.

Before you knew it, the pillow you were clinging onto had completely caught on fire. 

“Shit,” you said, shaking it to try to get rid of it. 

Unfortunately, your grip on it only made it worse. So you tossed it onto the bed.

Bad idea.

Now the entire bed was on fire. 

“Oh, fuck it!” 

Luckily, Tony had used his nanotech to upgrade all of your suits. So with a tap to your watch, your fireproof superhero suit began to appear. 

If you could smother the flames with something that wouldn’t catch on fire, maybe it could work.

It did not.

The fire alarm was now going off. 

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” you muttered.

You closed your eyes, holding your hand out to attempt to use your powers to put the flames out, but it didn’t work. You could still hardly breathe, and your vision was still blurry with tears.

Finally, you fell to your knees, letting out a scream that carried so many emotions. 

When you opened your eyes, the flames were gone. Your hands were shaking, your chest was burning, and the fire alarm was still going off, but the flames were gone. 

You let out a shaky sigh.

You stood up, ready to open the door, but you stopped yourself right before you grabbed the handle.

You couldn’t be here anymore. You wouldn’t. Not after what she did to you. 

You figured you’d call one of your childhood friends, and stay with her for a bit. You two had always had one another’s backs, so you didn’t doubt that she’d help you.

You made your way back to the door, silently praying that no one would still be waiting. 

You wish had half-come true. Natasha wasn’t right outside your door anymore, but she was down the hall heading toward you. It looked like she was carrying something to open your door, since she wouldn’t have been able to do it herself with the material it was.

You quickly broke eye contact with her, then dashed down the other end of the hall. You heard her footsteps, but you didn’t stop running. 

“Y/N, please!” She called, finally catching up to you as you stood outside yours and her bedroom door.

“Get away from me,” you choked out. 

You just needed to grab your phone so you could call your friend. You needed your phone so you could get away from the person who had caused you all the pain you were feeling.

You opened the door, wasting no time in finding your phone right where you left it on the nightstand. 

Unfortunately, your eyes met hers as you turned back around.

“Please, let’s just talk about this! Y/N, I love you!”

“I wish I believed that.”

You brushed past her, leaving her stunned. 

You couldn’t face anyone right now. Once you got to your friend’s place, you’d text your other friends and let them know that you were safe. 

But for now, you exited the building without another word. 

You were thankful for your fire powers at this moment. You could see your breath in front of you, so you knew it had to be cold for anyone without pyrokinesis.

Once you got far enough away from the compound (you knew you were far enough when you could no longer hear the fire truck that had automatically been sent over by F.R.I.D.A.Y.) you pulled your phone out, and scrolled through your contacts until you found your friend.

You clicked the call button, holding the phone up to your ear.

“Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up...”

The phone rang a few more times as you waited for her, but you never found out if she actually picked up or not; as you suddenly lost consciousness at the feeling of a blow to your head. 

Part of you tried to fight whatever was happening to you, hearing the voices as your body was dragged around. But the other part of you thought about what Natasha had done to you. That part didn’t fight.

And that part won.

6 months later

”We have intel on a HYDRA base formed near here, responsible for multiple civilian casualties and experimentation,” Steve told everyone. 

Natasha had been staring at the empty seat at the table, once filled with your presence. 

“Nat,” Steve said to her, sighing.

“What?” She asked, being brought back to reality.

“Look, Nat,” he said softly. “We need you for this. We need the whole team.”

She said nothing, but nodded at him. 

She had to restrain herself from shifting her gaze back to your empty chair. She also had to restrain herself from looking at anyone but Steve to avoid everyone else’s lingering glares.

Most missions didn’t need the whole team, but because no one had been to this base before, they didn’t know what to expect. Because of that, it was better to be prepared and have the whole team rather than risking a few people for what could be too much for them.

The base was only about 30 minutes on the Quinjet, so definitely within somewhat close proximity. 

Steve sent Wanda and Natasha down first. 

Neither of them said anything to each other. Wanda had hardly said two words to her at all since you left. She missed you, and she blamed her for your leaving. 

Tony and Carol followed close behind. 

Natasha held her gun at her side, holding it up at every corner they passed. 

Of course, she wasn’t really thinking about this mission, or about HYDRA.

She was thinking about you.

She was thinking about how you would go out of your way to hold her hand while she was nervous on missions. She didn’t get nervous until you.

Before you, she never really felt that she had a reason to be nervous.

But once she was with you, she would always get scared that she wouldn’t make it back to you, or you wouldn’t make it back to her. 

Even after you left, her nerves didn’t go away. 

With her powers, Wanda could sense Natasha’s anxiety. She was pretty good at hiding it, but her thoughts were loud enough for Wanda to tell otherwise. 

They rounded the next corner, making their way into a room filled with computers. 

“We’re in,” Wanda said through her earpiece. 

Natasha made her way to one of the computers, and began to type away to get what they needed.

If she hadn’t been the cause for you leaving, Wanda, along with the team in general, would actually feel bad for the assassin. She hardly went on missions anymore, unless they absolutely needed her. 

She could hide her emotions when people looked her straight in the face, but they all knew that she had been miserable since you had left.

Before you, she didn’t smile very often. When she did, it was usually just a small grin. But once she was with you, she couldn’t help but smile almost all the time around you. She wouldn’t hesitate to fully smile with you, especially when you were always smiling at her.

“Oh my god, Natasha,” Wanda said, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. “For just one second, could you stop thinking about…”

Natasha perked up when she noticed that Wanda didn’t finish her sentence.

She turned around to see what she was looking at, causing her jaw to drop instantly.

“Y/N…”

-

“Let go of me!”

“No! I don’t belong here!”

“What did you do to me? Why can’t I use my powers?”

“Get away from me!”

Your cries echoed through everyone’s ears as you were restrained in a small cell.

Your plan was to burn the two redheads before they could get HYDRA’s important files, but they had failed to inform you that one of them had powers too. Except her powers allowed her to constrict you in mid-air as you fought against her. 

She eventually put you into some sort of trance, so you wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone. 

You weren’t sure why everyone was looking at you the way they did, but you figured it had something to do with them being Avengers.

In your months as a HYDRA agent, they always warned you of the Avengers. They said they couldn’t let you get anywhere near them. 

You weren’t sure why, I mean, you could literally control fire with your mind. Had you been paired against anyone other than the redheaded witch, you would’ve easily won. 

“Y/N,” came the voice of Captain America.

“That’s not my name. I don’t know who Y/N is,” you replied, sending him a harsh glare.

“Y/N, we know this isn’t you. We’re going to do everything in our power to get you back,”

You scoffed,

“This is who I am. Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with? Especially since you haven’t even given me the liberty to be able to defend myself, by taking my powers,”

He sighed,

“We’re not going to kill you. Tony designed this cell to counteract abilities like yours. It’s not doing any damage to you, but you won’t be able to use them. We can’t allow you to have your powers while you’re like this,”

“Then just fucking kill me!”

He sighed again. 

“I’m going to leave you in here for the night, but we’ll be back tomorrow,”

He waved goodbye, and even gave you a small smile.

You weren’t sure why he did it, but you only glared back.

-

“I can’t do it, Clint,” Natasha said, pacing around in circles.

Clint was the only one who didn’t completely shun her and shut her out after finding out what happened. Part of him wanted to, but he knew she needed somebody. Even if it was just one person. And if that one person had to be him, then so be it.

“You don’t have to do it now, especially since she’s not… the Y/N we know. But you can’t avoid her forever.”

“She left me. For all we knew, she could’ve been dead. She made no contact, she clearly didn’t want us to find her. I thought…. I thought she was gone forever. But now HYDRA has her, and it’s my fault.”

“Nat, you can’t blame yourself for this. Her abilities are unique, so it’s not surprising that they would target her like this,”

“It is my fault. If I hadn’t… done what I did, if I hadn’t been so fucking stupid, she wouldn’t have ran off like that. She wouldn’t have been taken.”

“You’re right, you were fucking stupid. But you didn’t cause HYDRA to take her and mess with her mind. That’s on them, not you,”

She shifted her gaze to the floor as tears began to form in her eyes.

“I’ve missed her so much, Clint,” she said, her voice breaking. “I wish I could take it all back. I wish it never happened. I wish I could just hold her in my arms and never let go,”

He took a step closer to her, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as she began to sob. 

Just then, Steve began to make his way back, passing the kitchen.

“Anything?” Clint asked as he walked by, still holding Natasha close as she continued to cry.

Steve gave a solemn look, then shook his head no.

When he saw the way Natasha was crying, he felt a pang of sympathy for her. Yes, she had broken the heart of one of the nicest, and overall universally liked person, but he couldn’t help but want to comfort her in this moment. She was once his friend too.

Instead, he continued to the meeting room to consult the rest of the team and inform them of your state.

-

Steve kept his promise about returning. He was only there for a few minutes before Tony Stark stood in front of your cell. 

He looked like he was about to throw up.

“So,” he began, stepping forward. “Do you know why you’re here, any of this look familiar to you?”

“God, for someone who’s supposed to be a genius, you’re really fucking stupid,”

“Look, whatever HYDRA’s told you isn’t true. They’re filling your head with lies. Both literally and figuratively.”

“Sure they are,”

“Well then why don’t you tell me what all you remember of your life before HYDRA?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean they’re lying to me. They’re the ones who gave me my pyrokinesis, which you took from me, but the memory loss was a side effect.”

“They didn’t give you your powers, Y/N, you got them when you were a sophomore in college. Freak accident with something that wasn’t supposed to be in your chemistry class, but it ended up working out for you. You became an Avenger two years ago,”

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me Y/N.”

“Fine then. What would you like me to call you? What name did HYDRA give you?”

“I don’t have a name. I have an identity.”

“Alright then, what’s your identity?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Cute. Alright, that’s enough for now,”

He left you. It seemed you had annoyed him enough.

No one came by for the rest of the day.

Well, that’s not entirely true. One person, who looked like he was just a kid, stopped by to slip food through the tray.

“Here you go, Miss.” 

He didn’t call you the same thing Tony and Steve did. You were grateful for it.

But as soon as his eyes met yours, they instantly filled with tears and he ran out.

You had always been well-liked among all the Avengers, but Tony began to have a soft spot for you when you became friends with Peter. You were a bit older than him, but you always acted like a big sister to him, and thought of him as your little brother. Soon enough, Tony began viewing you as a daughter figure.

He didn’t like the idea of Peter going in there with you, but he was outvoted when the kid volunteered to bring your food.

He knew he was right when he saw him running back, rubbing his shirt against his eyes to wipe away the tears.

For the next week, it became a routine. Steve and Tony would come by, and try to get you to talk, but ended up just going in circles. You were beginning to wish they actually had killed you.

But after the first week, something changed. Two women walked in. 

You recognized one of them as the redhead who used her powers on you, and the other was a taller blonde who looked vaguely familiar.

“What now?” You asked, sitting against the wall. 

Neither of them made clear eye contact. 

“You’re the one who suspended me in the air while your teammates fucking captured me,” you said, pointing at Wanda. 

“We didn’t capture you, HYDRA did,” she told you.

“That seems to be a common theme going around, and it’s getting tiring. But you know what? Go ahead, tell me more about how they’re lying to me when they’re the ones who made me into what I am today,”

“We’re not here to talk about HYDRA,” Carol said, looking up. 

“Oh? Well then by all means, do continue,”

She took a deep breath in,

“You were more than our teammate, you were our friend. So if you’re tired of us telling you that your life is a lie, we’ll tell you about your life here,”

You shrugged. You were bored. If what they said would keep you entertained, then you didn’t have a problem with it.

“I was the one who trained you with your powers. When we found you, you could hardly control them at all. You had run away from everything and everyone, trying to isolate yourself so you wouldn’t hurt anyone. The instant we saw you, we knew you were a good person. You had this look in your eyes-”

“Oh really?” You asked. “Where’s this look now?”

“Gone. Buried somewhere in your mind, along with the rest of your memories,”

You between both of them,

“Tell me why you’re really here,”

The truth was that Wanda believed she could somehow try to use her powers to get your memories back by searching through your head. She stood there, staring at you, trying to find anything that would show your old memories, but there was nothing. 

If that wouldn’t work then it couldn’t hurt if they at least attempted to tell you a little bit more about your life here.

“I was there when you controlled fire for the first time, completely on your own. You were in control. You couldn’t believe it, but all I remember is feeling so incredibly proud of you. We kept working together, and soon, I was able to call you one of my best friends.”

You could see her crying, and you began to feel for her. You weren’t sure why; she was an Avenger. An Avenger who betrayed HYDRA nonetheless, but part of you wanted to comfort her. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. You instantly regretted it. You couldn’t let them manipulate you like this.

“When I joined the team, you were the most welcoming person here. You had joined just a few weeks before me, but I could tell that everyone already loved you. It didn’t take long for me to love you too.” Carol said, her eyes filling with tears too.

They had to be lying, but you weren’t sure why part of you felt such a pull toward them. It had to be part of Wanda’s mental manipulation. That was the only explanation you could think of.

“The boy,” you began. “If what you’re saying is true, I-” you stopped yourself. “Y/N, was also close with him, right?”

“Yeah,” Wanda told you. “You and Peter become close fast. You originally bonded over TV shows you both liked, which turned into a thing for the four, and eventually five, of us to watch together,”

You still didn’t fully believe them, but if hearing about your supposed life would entertain you, then you’d keep listening.

This pattern also lasted a week. They would come in for about an hour per day, and tell you stories about your life here. 

They told you about the time Wanda decided to teach you guys how to bake. You decided that waiting for it to heat up took too much time, so you held the pan in your hands and heated it up with your powers. They ended up burning to a crisp.

They told you about the time all of Peter’s friends ended up being out of town for his school dance, so you agreed to go with him. Wanda and Carol had managed to sneak in as well, to check on the two of you but everything ended up being fine.

They told you about the time you tried to high-five Tony after a mission, and his suit registered you as a threat at first because of how you jumped up to meet him, so it ended up blasting you 20 feet. 

They told you about how you once calmed down the Hulk and turned him back into Bruce simply by smiling and waving at him. 

They told you about the time where Steve made a political comment, and you slammed your hand on the table and spent the next two hours educating him on important political topics. They said you had practically radicalized the man from the 40’s.

-

One day, neither of them came in. It was surprising, as you had actually begun to slightly enjoy their company. Slightly.

Instead, Peter came in. He looked a little less nervous than the first time, but he managed to look you in the eye.

“Y/N…” he said. 

Your stomach turned as an idea popped into your head. It was a terrible idea, and would most definitely hurt him. But it would get you out of here. It would allow you to get out, and get back to HYDRA.

“Peter!” You said, perking up in a high-pitched voice.

“Y/N?” He was confused now.

“Peter, Peter, Peter! I remember now! It’s all coming back to me! We were friends! Close friends, you were practically my brother! I remember it all!”

You strained yourself to keep your face smiling and optimistic.

He turned his head to the side, thinking about it.

It had to work. He had to believe you so he would let you out.

“Peter, I remember going with you to your dance! Your friends weren’t there, so I went with you. We ended up having a great time, especially when Wanda and Carol made an appearance too!”

He reached forward, about to open the cell when he stopped himself. 

He wanted to believe you so bad. He wanted his sister back.

“Tell me about the little boxes,” 

This had to be a code of some sort. Shit.

The Y/N they were describing seemed to be a bit clumsy, losing control of her powers and getting blasted by Tony while trying to high five him. You could picture Peter being similar to that too.

“I tripped over a bunch of tiny boxes, and then you fell right after me. We ended up laughing about it for hours,”

He sighed, looking away from you.

The truth was that little boxes were a Supergirl reference. You and Peter were both generally optimistic people, so you had confessed to each other that there was a lot of pressure with that to keep up the team’s spirits. So when you both saw Lena talk about how she uses the little boxes as her coping mechanism, you both knew it was unhealthy. 

Luckily, you came up with a healthy version. You both could keep up your optimism with the team, but you had a free pass with each other. Undoing the little boxes, if you will. 

He couldn’t bring himself to look back at you. He couldn’t believe he almost let you trick him like that. 

So he walked out without another word. 

Tony was waiting for him, and immediately pulled him in for a hug when he saw his face.

“I thought she was back for a moment,” he said. “I thought we got her back,”

Tony let out a long sigh. No one could get through to you, not even your best friends.

They only had one option left now; Natasha.

-

“You can do this, Nat,” Clint told her. 

It had been four weeks since you’d been in your cell. Over a week since anyone from the team tried talking to you. She was the only option left.

She didn’t want to do it at first, she still didn’t. 

But Clint eventually convinced her. He told her that she owed it to you to at least try. Whether it be out of her love for you, or because she hurt you, she owed it to you. 

He walked with her until they reached the door. From there, she had to go on her own.

She walked down the hall, holding her arms around herself.

She took a deep breath, then finally stepped in front of your viewpoint.

You sat with your back against the wall, eating the last bit of your lunch.

“Hey,” you said, giving a simple wave.

She tried to steady her breaths before looking directly at you.

“You were there when they took me back here,” you told her. “I remember. You were at one of the computers, and I was about to attack you and Wanda before she suspended me in the air and you guys brought me here,”

“Remember anything else?”

“No. Were you someone important? I thought they were done sending in all of Y/N’s friends,”

“We weren’t friends,”

“Oh?”

“I loved you. Part of me always will,”

“You mean to tell me that I pulled the Black Widow? Okay, now I know you guys are lying to me,”

“Peter, Wanda, and Carol were the ones who devised the big plan to get us together. They wanted to figure out a way for me to need your warmth, so you could be my personal heater. It didn’t go like that, and you accidentally burned me while we were dancing. Then I found out you liked me, and the rest is history.”

“You got with Y/N after she burned you?”

“First of all, I know you didn’t actually mean to burn me. Second of all, I had liked you for some time too. When we first met, I instantly felt this pull toward you. Your smile made me feel things I never thought I could feel. You always went out of your way to make me smile. I thought it was because you were like that with everyone; but as soon as I learned about your feelings for me, I couldn’t believe it. I called you down the next day to ask you out, and that’s when we had our first kiss,”

“Sounds great,” you said nonchalantly, knowing it hurt her. “But if you claimed to love me so much, why didn’t you look for me?”

Her breath hitched.

“Oooh, I hit a nerve there,” you said with a chuckle. “What? Did it happen in the middle of a fight or something?”

That’s when the reality of the situation hit her. Yes, she would do everything in her power to get you back, but would you still want her even when she did get you back? You were right, you had left because Natasha had broken your heart. How would she face you again once you remembered it all, once you remembered what she did to you?

So she changed the subject.

“Did the others tell you about your favorite shows?”

“They told me that we would all watch shows together, but didn’t give specifics,”

“Your favorite was Supergirl. I always thought you were a lot like the main character, Kara. You just had this sunshine in your eyes, just like her.”

“And now?”

“Well, I guess you’ll see once you get to the sixteenth episode of season one.”

“When I get to that episode? So you’re resorting to TV shows for my memory?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, which brought her even more pain.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind the idea, I imagine it gets boring for you in here,”

“No, no, you’re right, it does. Look, if you want me to watch it, I’ll watch it, but…” you burst into laughter again. 

It was pathetic how the Black Widow was so determined to get her sweet little Y/N back. 

But, you were willing to let her try. You couldn’t wait to see it crash and burn.

-

“You really think I’m like Kara?” You asked her the next day as she came to see you. “I’m five episodes in, and she’s the most annoying character ever.”

Natasha sighed. She’d get you back eventually. 

“Look, I’m just saying that they could’ve made her more interesting. Like, she has the potential to do so much more but instead all she does is be giddy and fake quirky.”

The truth was, part of the reason you had loved Kara so much originally was because you were able to relate to her in a way because of your powers. She suppressed them for years, just as you had tried to, but eventually embraced them and became Supergirl. Even if it was fictional, it’s a big part of the reason you found the courage to learn how to use your powers and become an Avenger. And of course, you did happen to have a personality just like hers. 

Now, all you could do was roll your eyes at the character. 

A few days later, Wanda eventually came back. She had a few brownies with her. 

“What’s this for?” You asked her.

“You wanted to surprise Natasha with something sweet after she came back from a mission, but you couldn’t do it on your own. You had already made three failed batches, so you knocked on my door at 2:00 in the morning asking for help. I wanted to say no, because I was asleep and didn’t want to get up. But I saw the look on your face, and I just couldn’t say no to you. So I got up and helped you make them. They ended up turning out, and Natasha loved them.”

“And you’re giving me this because you think it’ll jog my memory?”

“Partially, but it’s also because I still care about you, Y/N. Even while you’re like this, I know my best friend is in there somewhere. I made them, and it didn’t feel right not to try at least,”

You shrugged as she slipped them through the opening to give them to you. 

You took a bite, and instantly closed your eyes at the taste.

“Oh my god, Wands, this is amazing,” you told her as soon as you swallowed.

She had the biggest smile on her face. Not because you liked the brownies, but because you called her Wands. 

You were coming back. 

-

Two weeks later, Natasha was making her daily trip to you. You smiled at her, happy almost happy to see her.

“God, Lena’s so pretty,” you said to her. “Her eyes are just perfection,”

Natasha let out a chuckle,

“Glad to see you still have an appreciation for green eyes,”

“How could I not? I really hope Kara gets with her,”

She laughed again,

“Come on, I have a surprise for you,”

“What?”

She smiled, then unlocked your cell door. You turned your head, giving her a confused look.

She stepped into your cell, holding a bracelet of some sort.

“As much as I’d like to fully trust you to take you outside of your cell, I can’t. So this replicates the energy in this room, keeping you from using your powers,”

You shrugged, then held out your arm for her to put it on. 

Once it was secure, she motioned for you to follow her. 

She led you through the compound, resisting the urge to grab your hand and interlace your fingers with hers. She knew you would come back eventually, and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms when you did. 

“Anything look familiar?” She asked with a hopeful tone. 

You felt a pit in your stomach as you shook your head no. You gave an apologetic look, then continued following her. 

She said nothing, continuing to lead you through the compound until she opened a door, leading up to the roof. 

She gave you a smile, then turned her head toward a blanket and pillows with a basket full of food.

“What’s this for?” You asked as you sat down across from her.

“I dunno, I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been confined to that cell for so long, I figured it’d be nice to bring you up here,”

She reached into the basket, then handed you a peanut butter sandwich. 

Her smile widened as you took a bite out of it, and you couldn’t help but return her smile. 

She reached across, and placed her hand on yours. 

“I’m sorry,” she said immediately, starting to pull it back. You gripped it tighter so she wouldn’t pull back.

“It’s okay,”

You didn’t have your memories, but you knew that you and Natasha were a thing. It amazed you how the woman with a deadly reputation gave you such a soft smile. 

Holding her hand felt familiar. It felt like home. 

And you loved hated it.

“Why are you doing this, Natasha?” You asked her, rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. “Don’t tell me it’s just another effort to jog my memory,”

She looked down at your intertwined hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

“Because I love you,” she said honestly. “You were my everything, Y/N,”

You smiled at her again, feeling fluttery nerves build up in your stomach.

So you muttered something in Kryptonian.

“What was that?”

She pulled away, staring at you wide-eyed.

“What?” You asked, disappointed she pulled her hand away.

“You didn’t learn that from HYDRA,”

“What are you talking about?”

“What you just said to me, it’s a made up language,”

“All languages are made up,”

“No,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s Kryptonian, from Supergirl. You and Peter taught yourselves the language from online websites. You always called me that after you learned it. You’re remembering,”

She grabbed your hand once again, then leaned in closer. You reached out and grabbed her other hand, so you had both of your hands connected to hers between the two of you. 

“My beautiful sunset,” you said in English this time. 

She leaned forward even closer, inches away from closing the gap between yourselves. 

“Wait,” you told her, pulling back. “I don’t have all my memories, but I know that we were together.” She nodded for you to continue. “I also know that there was some sort of fight before HYDRA. I need to know what happened, Natasha,”

Her breath became shaky as she disconnected your hands,

“Not now,”

“No, I want to know. I need to know. Because as much as I hate it, I’m feeling something for you. But I don’t want to, especially if I don’t know what happened. So tell me,”

She took a deep breath in, then stood up.

“I think we’ve spent enough time here, let’s take you back,”

“No! Just tell me what happened!” 

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go back.”

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not!”

“You are,”

“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”

“Natasha,” you challenged. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”

“I can’t.” 

-

That was three days ago, and Natasha hadn’t come to see you since. You missed her. 

You had continued to binge your way through Supergirl, almost finishing the fifth season.

“I killed my brother for you! For our friends, don’t you understand what you’ve done?” You quoted perfectly. It didn’t surprise you at this point. You had those memories, and they would show up. But you couldn’t think about any past memories, sometimes they just showed up; like this scene and like the Kryptonian.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you looked up to see a man you hadn’t talked to before,

“Ah, the Winter Snowman,”

“Winter what now?”

You laughed, turning your body to fully face him.

“I know who you are. HYDRA’s beloved Winter Soldier. I just think Winter Snowman is funnier. So, what brings you here?”

“I haven’t talked to you yet,”

“Why’s that? Did we not like each other or something?”

“We were friends,” he told you, looking at the floor. “Once, I was up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, and you happened to be up too for whatever reason. You saw me, and made me hot chocolate. When you saw that I wasn’t exactly okay, you hugged me until my breathing evened out and I was okay. After that, it became a routine for you to make hot chocolate every time I wasn’t doing so great. Sometimes we’d sit in silence, and sometimes I’d talk to you. But you were always there. I could always trust you.”

You smiled, realizing that you really were an incredibly nice person before HYDRA. 

“So why haven’t you come to see me yet? Natasha’s been the most, except for the last few days. What’s been stopping you?”

He took a deep breath in,

“I came to apologize.”

“Apologize? What for?”

“I’m part of the reason this happened to you. I’m part of the reason you left.”

“Really? I thought that was Natasha. All I know is that something happened between her and me and she won’t tell me,”

“She did hurt you, through me if you think about it. I still hate myself for it. I’m so, so, sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me, but all I know is that I would take it back if I could.”

“No. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m so sorry.”

He left as all the pain and emotion came to your chest. You could see your vision blurring as tears started to form. 

“No,” you said softly, falling to your knees. 

Your breathing got heavier as you practically crawled to the glass.

“Get me Natasha!” You cried, banging your fists against the wall. “I want Natasha here!”

Tears began to stream down your face as you continued banging. You weren’t sure how long it was like that, but she eventually came running. 

F.R.I.D.A.Y. had alerted her that you were in distress and calling for you. She assumed you had somehow gotten hurt, especially since you were huddled on the floor.

She opened the door without hesitation and sat down next to you.

“I’m here,” she said gently.

“Tell me it’s not true,” you said, your voice breaking.

Her heart dropped.

“Tell me you didn’t make me think what we had was real, just for you to cheat on me with Bucky. Tell me you didn’t make me fall in love with you for it to be fake.”

“It wasn’t fake, Y/N. I did love you! I still do.”

You scooted away from her.

“Stop lying. Just tell me the truth; did you or did you not cheat on me with Bucky?”

She let out a few shaky breaths, feeling her own tears form.

“I did.” You let out a sob at her words. “I did and I regret it more than anything. I don’t know what came over me. All I know is that I want you and I wish I never did it,”

You let out a few more sobs as you cried harder. 

Out of instinct, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around you as you sobbed into her chest.

“No.” You told her. “Get away from me. I don’t want comfort from the person who’s the reason for my pain.”

She nodded, wiping her own tears away.

“Y/N, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’ll never forgive myself for it, but I still love you so much. You’re everything to me,”

You stood up, your harsh glare meeting her once again.

“You were right, Natasha,” you said to her. “I am like Kara. Because just like her, I gave my heart to a lying jackass. Get out and get away from me.”

You weren’t sure why it hurt so bad. You hardly had any of your memories together. But part of you knew that you loved her. Part of your mind never stopped loving her, even while you couldn’t remember her. 

Sobs escaped your body as you held your knees to your chest. Natasha hated seeing you like this. She hated it even more so because she was the reason for it. 

She wanted nothing more than to comfort you and hold you until you felt better. But she knew she couldn’t.

As she took a step toward the door, she glanced at you one last time, wondering if she truly lost you forever.

-

Carol came by to see you after she saw both Natasha and Bucky sulking. 

Like Natasha, she had no problem entering the cell and sitting by you. Steve had advised everyone to keep a safe distance from you as your memories were still primarily HYDRA. He wanted you to fully come back just as much as everyone else did, but he couldn’t risk the safety of the team. 

But as soon as she saw your red eyes and tear-struck cheeks, she could give two shits about Steve’s warning.

She sat down next to you on the bed, gently putting a hand on your back to let you know that she was there.

You practically jumped into her arms, allowing yourself to cry once more as you clung onto her. 

You sobbed into her chest for a few minutes as she slowly stroked your back. 

“Sorry,” you muttered, pulling away from her. “I think I might’ve ruined your shirt,”

She gave a soft laugh, then wrapped an arm around you. 

“Don’t worry about it,”

“Why’d she put so much effort into getting my memories back if she knew I would find out and get hurt all over again?” 

Carol sighed, gently squeezing your shoulder. 

“I think part of her hoped, and is still hoping, that you’d forgive her,”

You scoffed,

“Once a cheater, always a cheater. Even if I remember everything, I’m not getting back with her. God, no wonder I left in the first place,”

“We were all worried about you, y’know. You left without a word. Tony tracked your phone, and found it shattered on the street a few blocks from here. We thought it meant you didn’t want to be found.” She told you. “If we knew you had been taken by HYDRA, we never would’ve stopped looking,”

“What happened while I was gone?”

“We all knew it had something to do with Natasha. She always acted like she was fine, but her eyes were constantly red and puffy. We also heard crying from her bedroom. A week or so later, she blew up at Bucky in front of everyone, so we all found out,”

“What happened then?”

“We hated them for it. We wanted nothing to do with them. I glared at Natasha any chance I got. How could she do that to you? I lost my best friend because of her,”

You let out a sniffle, then looked up at her to see that she had started crying too.

“I’m sorry for leaving you,” you said, hugging her once again. “I don’t clearly remember it, I have bits and pieces. But I should’ve at least talked to you guys instead of leaving like that,”

“It’s okay. You’re here now, and I’m not giving up on you.”

-

A week later, to your own surprise, you had called for Natasha again. 

Both Wanda and Peter had made individual visits to you. You were grateful for them as they hugged you tight. 

Wanda had suggested that you talk to her one last time to get some closure. She also said that it could help with your memory.

You were reluctant to the idea at first, but eventually agreed as you realized that the memory process was getting you nowhere at this point.

So you stood by the glass, waiting. 

When she arrived, she almost couldn’t believe that you wanted her there. She thought that maybe you just wanted to scream at her, but then she saw your calm and collected face.

“I only called you here ‘cause Wanda thinks getting some closure could help with the memories,” you explained right away. You didn’t want her thinking that you had forgiven her.

She nodded, biting her tongue to prevent herself from crying. 

You pointed to the door, indicating that you wanted her to come in. 

She nodded again, opening it and standing a few feet away from you, arms crossed. 

“I just need some answers,”

“Okay,”

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. You balled your fists, feeling your nails against your palms.

“Why did you do it?”

“I wish I knew.”

“Oh come on, you have to at least give me more than that,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I genuinely don’t know why I did it.”

“Then tell me how it happened,”

“Are you sure? You said that this could be helpful for your memories, but I don’t want this to cause you any more pain than you already have,”

“I’m sure. Just tell me,”

“Alright,” she let out a slow breath. “You were on your way back from a mission. I had been missing you, so I was staying up late so I could see you as soon as you landed.” Her voice began to shake, but you motioned for her to continue. “While I was waiting, I assumed I was the only one up. So I decided to pour myself a drink, since there was still about an hour and a half before you’d get back. Bucky ended up coming down a few minutes later, so I poured him a drink too.”

“Really? You’re using the drinking excuse?”

She didn’t reply to you, but continued anyway.

“Something didn’t feel right, physically. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I ignored it and instead focused on how I would be seeing you soon. After around 30 minutes, something really felt off. I was about to get up and try to do something about it, but he got up at the same time. One minute we were just standing there, the next we were kissing. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I didn’t know why I was doing it, but I didn’t stop. After it happened, I felt sick about it; literally. My eyes had turned red, and I just felt so nauseous-”

“I remember that,” you interrupted her. “I remember you had red eyes and weren’t feeling good. I thought you had gotten a cold, so I took time off training to stay with you. Of course, it was just you feeling guilty about being a cheater,”

“I couldn’t face what I had done-”

You interrupted her again,

“Wait a minute, you said you had red eyes and something felt wrong while you were with Bucky, right?” You said, she nodded in response. “Did the drink taste normal?”

She shook her head no,

“It didn’t, but I didn’t really focus on that. I was busy thinking about seeing you again,”

“Who all has access to the drinks?” You asked, your heart rate quickening.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just, take me to the security room and let’s look at the tapes for around that time, but a bit before,”

She wasn’t sure where you were going with this, but she opened the door anyway.

“You’re not gonna restrain my powers?” You asked as you had made it around halfway down the hall.

She shrugged,

“I don’t think you’re gonna hurt me or anyone here,”

You returned her shrug, then walked ahead of her until you reached the security room.

Once you arrived, you smiled, realizing that you had made it there on your own from your memories of this place. 

You sat down in front of a computer, and began typing away at the security tapes. 

“There’s a missing one, a few hours before,”

She turned her head in confusion.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” she said, “Do everything you can to retrieve this file,”

“Right away, Miss Romanoff,”

“If I’m right then…” you began, but didn’t finish. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. 

A few minutes later, F.R.I.D.A.Y. found the deleted file.

You pressed play, showing what had happened that day.

The HYDRA agent had memorized everyone’s schedule. The majority of the most powerful Avengers were currently on a mission, and the others were training; so this was the window.

He had hotwired a car Tony had left at a bar parking lot, when he was too drunk to drive and had to be taken home by a taxi, and then forgetting about the car altogether.

The agent used this to pull in without security questioning it. 

He made his way to the back of the building, then spotted a slightly cracked window. He used that as his opportunity, reaching his hands under to fully open it up. 

Once he climbed in, he then went to the kitchen. 

Due to training schedules and timing, it was likely that no one would be drinking tonight except for the target. 

So he took the bottle, opened it, then sprinkled a powder into it. 

He then closed it, and put it back where he left it before leaving the room and coming to erase his tracks.

“HYDRA’s told us about that powder before and the effects of it, it makes you susceptible to suggestion. They’ve modified it so they can give specific commands just from taking it.”

“So what does that mean,”

“They knew we were together, they knew I had powers. They knew I’d be devastated if you cheated, and hoped that maybe I’d leave.” You started, staring at her with a mixed expression. “It’s starting to come back to me, the fire alarms had gone off that night. That was their signal that it had worked, and I was hurt. They took that to their advantage, and found me in my devastated state and took me.”

“What are you saying, Y/N?”

You smiled. It was the same smile you used to give her before everything happened. You took a step toward her and cupped her cheeks.

“You didn’t cheat.”

-

Your moment was short lived as you instantly fell to your knees, hands around your head.

Everything was coming back to you now.

“It’s pathetic, and never gonna happen!” 

“Oh come on, you guys aren’t gonna actually freeze the room, right?”

“Oh my gosh, um- it’s not what it sounds like! I promise, it’s-”

“You should watch Supergirl with me,”

“Can you not go easy on your girlfriend during training?”

“Of course I’ll be your personal heater,”

“Natasha… I love you. I really do. It’s okay if you don’t wanna say it back, but I thought you should know.”

“My beautiful sunset,”

“You’re my home,”

“Natty,” it was the first time using that nickname since you’d been back here. “Natty, I remember everything now,”

She bent down to you, running a hand through your hair.

To say she was relieved was an understatement; she had just found out that the biggest mistake of her life wasn’t even her fault, that she didn’t betray you like she thought she had. And, the love of her life had finally completely come back to her.

You instantly began crying, leaning your forehead against hers, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Without thinking, you crashed your lips onto hers. It wasn’t a pretty kiss by any means; it was desperate, and wet with tears. But neither of you seemed to care.

“I love you so much,” you said between kisses. “I’m so sorry for everything I said to you.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know, no one did,” she wrapped her arms even tighter. “I love you too.”

If either of you had been thinking straight, you would have alerted the team that you had gotten your memories back and didn’t need to be locked up anymore. 

But you weren’t. All that was on either of your minds was making up for lost time. 

She picked you up effortlessly, holding you tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist, keeping your lips on her skin. 

She carried you all the way back to her (and now yours once again) room. 

Once she set you on the bed, she reconnected your lips in a messy but meaningful kiss. 

She crawled on top of you, planting kisses everywhere. 

“I love you,” you told her again.

“And I love you,”

And those were all the words either of you needed right now as you continued showing each other just how much you loved and missed one another.

-

Hours later, you lay on the bed completely wrapped around her. Your face was buried in her neck as your limbs tangled with each other.

You both shot straight up at a knock to her door. 

“Natasha,” came the voice of Steve. “Y/N’s missing.”

“About that…” she said. “There’s a lot I need to tell you guys.”

She hopped off the bed, keeping her hand connected with yours. 

You met Steve’s worried eyes when she opened the door, tightening your grip on Natasha. 

The conversation with the team ended up going well. Everyone apologized for how they had been toward Natasha and Bucky after learning that it wasn’t their fault. 

And of course, they were ecstatic that you were back.

Carol, Wanda and Peter, ran toward you and all tried to hug you at once, resulting in a dog pile. Eventually, everyone else joined too, only making the pile bigger. 

You met Bucky’s eyes, and gave him a smile. He seemed relieved, then smiled back at you. 

The rest of the day, everyone continued making sure you were okay, and Tony had already started a plan for finding that HYDRA agent. 

Bruce wanted to do a checkup, which you agreed to. Natasha held your hand the entire time, which made it a lot harder for him to do what he needed to. Despite this, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her to stop. You had both suffered so much these past few months, so if you wanted to hold hands right now, then so be it.

“Y’know,” Natasha began, pulling you into her lap. “We haven’t had a proper date in so long. Obviously it’s too late to go anywhere, but we can have a night in and watch last week's episode of Supergirl if you’d like. I haven’t watched it since the last time, and I really have missed my favorite blanket. So, what do you think?”

You turned around, kissing her instantly. It was a long, deep, needed kiss. You couldn’t get enough of each other now that you were back.

Once you pulled apart for air, she smirked at you.

“So I’ll take that as a yes, then?”

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pairings: bucky barnes x reader, tony stark bruce banner, steve rogers, sam wilson warnings: child bucky, language, this is long. why is this so long about: requested by @cherry-season (apparently can't tag you)! bucky turns into a baby/toddler and is clingy a/n: okay so i know virtually nothing about three-year-olds. can you tell? thank you so much for requesting!! I had so much fun writing this <333

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bucky’s day wasn’t particularly fantastic to begin with.

he was already exhausted when he woke up in the early lights of the morning, his nightmares had kept him up all night-- which you theorized was due to the mission the day before that took place in one of the same hydra bases bucky had been held in. you had frowned when you realized it the day of, turning your attention to bucky and making sure he was okay with it because if he wasn’t, you would make sure someone else took care of it. he had insisted it was fine, even though the next night proved him wrong. you had done what you could, running your fingers through his hair and humming lightly until you fell asleep and he refused to wake you up, resigning himself to a sleepless night.

his morning started with his flesh arm reaching out to feel your side of the bed, hoping to find your soft, warm skin to pull you closer, but instead being met with the unkind sheets that missed the gentleness of your body. he had frowned when he realized you had already left for a meeting with some important hotshot in space with carol (you couldn’t find a better excuse to go get breakfast at your favorite alien restaurant with your favorite aliens) and wouldn’t be back for a solid few hours too long. groaning, and with no real reason to stay in bed for any longer without the excuse of getting to feel you for a few more hours, he dragged himself out of bed.

it didn’t get much better from there, because he was greeted with the sight of sam eating the last bowl of the last box of cereal in the whole damn tower because everyone rejected to go grocery shopping. since bucky refused to eat any of the frozen breakfasts tony loved so much and the stark kid swore were “the best thing ever,” he grunted at sam and walked away without eating, knowing he’d regret it later when his stomach would growl and you would immediately know he skipped breakfast.

for some unknown reason, tony had found out about bucky’s lack of things to do, and with a few winks and manipulative large-worded engineering phrases, convinced him to join him in the lab, which bucky had only really been able to see through the clear glass that separated the lab from the rest of the tower, and from the occasions where he would take food and drinks to you while you locked yourself away inside, building something alongside tony.

being inside, so close to the various machines and objects bucky cant begin to figure out the purpose of, his memories of being in school and at the top of his math and engineering classes bubble to the surface, filling him with the pride he remembers having every day at school. the thought that he could probably understand everything if you or tony explained it to him passes through his mind and urges him to ask tony to do just that, but tony beats him before he can get the chance.

bruce is eyeing them wearily from the other side of the lab, attention mostly on the test tubes in front of him. he gives bucky a smile when he comes in, but seems to ignore him for the most part until tony shows bucky to bruce’s work station, pointing out a blue liquid in a test tube marked TESTING. bruce’s neck snaps to them when tony open his big mouth, “you know, y/n was actually supposed to test something out for me today,” tony begins innocently, a suggestion laced in his words that bucky catches but decides to ignore because of the high he feels from understanding the equations scribbled on the clear glass, “do you know where she is?”

bucky narrows his eyes at him, then looks up at the clock, realizing it’s still a while before you get back, “not even on earth,” he recipes blandly, slyly sneaking a glance at the liquid for any indications of what it could be.

tony sighs dramatically, his shoulders sagging, “oh no, how do i test this now?” bruce shoots tony a warning glance that is blatantly ignored.

bucky’s shrugging before he can help it, the reminder that since you were going to do it, what could be the harm if he did? “i could do it.”

tony claps, “great!” he gestures to a door behind him, “please go in there to sign non-disclosure agreements and wash your hands.”

bucky’s shoved inside before he can fully understand the implications of his stupid offer.

-

the thought of asking the basic questions he should have asked before he agreed to test an unidentified liquid comes to bucky nearly an hour later, when the small vial of weird blue liquid sits in front of him, waiting to be drunk. tony and bruce sit in chairs a couple of feet away, clipboards in both of their hands, and interested expressions settled on their features.

“what does this do again?” he asks, squinting at the vial that he doesn’t notice tony isn’t looking at, furrowing his eyebrows when tony waves him off, “something super smart. no side effects or anything.” bucky’s eyes flit down to the little vial again, before they nearly bug out of his head at the humongous laser that is rolled into the room, “what the hell is that.”

“ah,” tony grins, bouncing from his seat to stand next to his invention proudly, “this is what you’re testing out.” bucky cocks his head at the man, “i thought i was drinking blue water. y/n was going to drink blue water.” tony shakes his head, adjusting some dials on the machine, “yeah, no, it was this. pretty sure i told you.”

“you didn’t-” bruce is looking at tony in concern, about to tell him to slow down so bucky has a chance to think all this through again and maybe ask if there is any chance the laser will melt him, when tony clicks a large red button and a bright white light clouds bucky’s vision just as he sees the clock on the exact same time he saw an hour ago, realizing the clock in the billion-dollar lab is broken, and you’re probably getting home any second.

“tony!” he hears bruce yell before his vision goes dark.

it’s only a second until he can pry open his eyes again, a hand curling into a fist, ready to pound stark into tomorrow when he can suddenly feel the nails of his hand digging into his palm. the surprising feeling of it where his vibranium arm should be forces him to look down at a small arm, fully skin and thin. he looks around, noticing his surroundings suddenly have grown very large around him, and the sound of his voice is higher when he tries to speak again.

“what the f-” he mumbles, cutting himself off when a sudden memory of his ma yelling at him to wash his mouth out if he wants to talk like that floods his mind, and he stares down at himself, eyebrows furrowing when he spots his short stature and the tiny hands and feet that look up at him. realization floods him like a wave, raising his chin at the two, tall, gobsmacked men in front of. “was that supposed to happen?” bruce asks quietly, nodding slowly when tony shakes his head, “no.”

there’s a light knock at the door, your hand pushing it open before anyone can stop you, and your tired face peeks in, a glowing smiling adorning your face and your eyes searching for your boyfriend, “hey, do you guys know where bucky is-” your voice cuts through the stunned silence, pausing when you catch the little boy’s eye. at first, you stare at him, your eyebrows pulling together as you get a good look at the familiar cerulean of his eyes and scan the clothing you’d seen on bucky before. for a second, everything is silent, bucky’s eyes are wide and staring as yours bore into them, searching for something you’re nearly touching until you gasp, “bucky?” you choke, reaching for him when he nods, his legs already trying to reach you as fast as they possibly can but they buckle. bucky realizes just then how old he must be now. “oh, baby,” you murmur, gathering him up in your arms before he can fall to the hard ground of the lab. “what the hell did you idiots do to my boyfriend?” you demand, turning to the two scientists who are going over tony’s notes.

bruce glances at tony, tilting his head at him as if to say him. you roll your eyes, not having any more information than when you asked, “tony?” you growl, walking over to the man, not missing the way little bucky’s hand grabs onto your shirt.

“it didn’t- that wasn’t supposed to happen,” tony defends weakly, a lazy shrug pulling at his shoulders. your eyes flash with velvet red, and, without moving a finger, tony’s pulled in front of you, wrapped in red swirls bucky can’t help but gawk at.

“fix it.” you order. tony nods, pursing his lips, “we’ll do that.” bruce looks a little taken aback, looking up from tony’s scribbles and equations. “i don’t think it’ll last more than a day,” he offers helpfully, “whatever it was tony was trying to do wasn’t either.”

bucky’s eyes start to droop, which he assumes is an effect of the sleepless night he just had on his infant body, something that usually wouldn’t affect him in his one-hundred-and-six-year-old self. he hums when he realizes the irony, leaning his head against the welcoming crook of your neck and catching your attention. you turn to him for a moment, softening a little before turning back to tony and glaring at him, “fix it.”

-

steve catches you when you walk out of the lab, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he spots the toddler in your arms, “holy shit, that looks exactly like bucky,” he breathes, scanning the dark mussed-up hair and stepping back when bucky opens his eyes. from next to him, sam looks from bucky to you, “did you two have a kid and not tell anyone, because this-”

“is bucky. that’s bucky.” you interrupt, looking at the toddler, “tony messed up with something and… this happened, i don’t completely… bucky’s a baby.”

steve raises an eyebrow, squinting at his best friend, “ha,” he laughs, “wow, he looks exactly like his pictures. he must be about three years old.” bucky blinks at him. “his ma said he was chatting up a storm at that age, though,” steve informs, looking back up at you. sam grins, “has he said anything? i kinda want to hear if he still sounds old.” bucky frowns at him, his pout deepening when sam bursts into laughter, “his grumpy face is the same!”

you look at your boyfriend, tilting your head and smiling a little when you realize he’s right, “you’re cute,” you coo now that you get a good look at him, “you’re so cute,” you murmur, poking his nose with your finger. bucky can’t help the blush that comes to his cheeks. but he slaps away sam’s fingers, scowling at him, “no.” he argues, “no.”

sam frowns, “no old man voice.”

“i hate you,” bucky says to sam, and you laugh, “i think we should leave for now. i need to figure out what will make three-year-old bucky not as grumpy.” sam looks at bucky’s furrowed brows and the same two little lines between them, his eyes flickering back up to yours, “i think that may just be a bucky thing.”

-

you bring bucky to the living room, sitting him down at the edge of the couch and crouching in front of him, watching him and his little crossed arms, bottom lip jutted out against his own will. bucky isn’t used to the emotional control of a child who’s three and can’t control the frustration that’s coursing through him at the moment. the only thing he knows for sure is that he doesn’t want you to leave him again.

“bucky?” you start, looking deep into the wide blue eyes that let you know it is bucky you’re speaking to. “what do you want to do? are you hungry? d’you want to sleep?” bucky shakes his head stubbornly at you, “i want tony to fix this.”

you sigh, “i know, baby. i do too, but until he finds a cure to this, you’re gonna stay small for a couple more hours.” he pouts at that, and you smooth your thumb over his cheek, “no pouting. we can do whatever you want, buck.”

just as he’s about to reject any idea you have, his stomach rumbles loudly, directing your attention to the arms that guiltily cover up his middle. “bucky... did you eat breakfast today?” you query, a lecturing tone sneaking into your words. “sam ate my cereal,” bucky grumbles, crossing his arms.

“bucky!” you exclaim, standing up to turn to the kitchen, “that’s no excuse. i told you you needed to eat--” you’re barely three steps into the kitchen when you hear the pattering of his feet towards you, grubby hands pawing at your legs.

“don’t leave,” he whines, hugging your ankles and sitting down on the floor, “you left all morning,” he mumbles, smushing his cheeks against your calf.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, bending over to brush away the hair that falls over his eyes. “c’mere,” you murmur, reaching down to pick him up again and bounce him on your hip while you head to the kitchen. “what do you want to eat?” bucky thinks about it for a minute, before smiling, “i want pizza and ice cream.” you frown at him, “i don’t think three-year-olds can eat that. actually, i don’t think anyone should.”

after consulting google on what three-year-olds should eat, you have bucky’s head resting on your shoulder, refusing to let you put him down even as you made him the mac and cheese he had agreed to, still a little upset over the fact you wouldn’t let him eat all the other things he wanted. the only time he let you not carry him was when he was eating, still insisting you sit right next to him to watch as he smeared cheese all over tony’s expensive table.

“okay,” you whisper breathlessly after watching him eat his third bowl of the meal, “i think that’s good.” you shove the dirty dishes in the sink, washing bucky’s hands and wiping at him cheeks with a warm cloth to get the mess he managed to create off. “did you forget how to eat?” you wonder aloud when you finally fnish cleaning him up, watching his small shoulders shrug.

“what do you want to do now? anything you want,” you propose.

“i want you,” he says, reaching his stubby arms out, “cuddles. ‘m sleepy,” he yawns, making grabby hands at you when you take too long to pick him up. “bucky,” you chuckle, complying with him and bringing him into your chest, where he leans his head on your shoulder. “you sure you don’t want to play or something? you don’t want to…” you trail off, trying to think of what three-year-olds do, “walk or read or something?”

bucky grunts in your ear, his eyelids already closing again, “cuddles,” he repeats, balling your shirt up in his little hands.

“okay,” you sigh, bouncing him gently while you walk to your shared bedroom. you pick up a stuffed animal you brought for bucky from one of your most recent missions, “did you sleep last night? is that why you’re so tired?” bucky hums, cuddling further into your chest when you lay down with him on top of you. you hand him the little dog plush, pressing a kiss to his head when he takes the gift, hugging it with you. “honey, i’m sorry,” you frown, gently threading your fingers through his short hair, humming the same song bucky sings to you when you can’t get to sleep. it doesn’t take long to lull him into the calmness of rest.

you only wake up when the weight on you is suddenly multiplied, completely taking your breath away, “bucky!-” you exclaim, rolling from underneath him to meet his closed eyes. you shake your head with a light laugh, drawing a strand of hair behind his ear before you press your lips to his cheeks, snuggling in with him again, “sweet dreams, darling,” you murmur, placing the stuffed animal he dropped on your dresser.

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Hey! Could I request a fic where the reader and Bucky like each other and she has to pretend she’s Zemo’s girlfriend for the Madripor mission? Bucky gets jealous and all that jazz and they confess their feelings :)

Madripoor Muse

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | Bucky harbours feelings for you, but despite Sam’s inflatable encouragement, refuses to inform you of them. However, seeing you pretend to be Zemo’s girlfriend whilst on a mission, more so when the criminal knows what strings he is pulling at, happens to infuriate him inevitably.

Warnings | jealousy, violence, references to sex work (there is nothing wrong with it, everyone is free to do what they want or need to do to get by, angst, mentions of death, grief, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, swearing

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“I mean, if he looks like a pimp, then I look like one of his workers.” Sam snorted at your words, as Bucky’s eyes trailed down the skin that was exposed through the small piece of fabric, that in modern days, was considered a dress.

Zemo simply sighed at the pair of you, shaking his head as though the former winter soldier would understand his point. “It’s Madripoor, not an american graduation. You are not going to be clothed in long robes in this place, expression is in the body, and how it is clothed.”

“Or not clothed.” Bucky retorted, frowning at how you shuffled beneath the criminal’s gaze, crossing your arms, which definitely did not help the situation, considering that it did nothing more than make your breasts rise. Admitting defeat, you let them fall, holding them to your sides, outlining your hips, which once more, was not how you wished to be portrayed as you walked through the illuminated air, careful to keep pace in your heels.

“We all have a part to play, winter soldier.” Helmut spoke, his accent causing waves to ripple through the euphoria of lights that lay up ahead. “I am me, you are you, Sam is the Smiling Tiger, and...”

“I’m a hooker?” Once more, Zemo showed disappointment, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned to you. It seemed that tonight, you, a smart and well coordinated avenger, was absolutely adoring testing his patience, but that was his trick.

He was the captive here, forced to help the forsaken superheroes that had prompted him with the idea of escaping from the government’s ensured facility. And it was without a doubt that he would mess with their minds each chance that he got.

“No, think of yourself as more personalised to one person than that y/n. Your as you people say ‘arm candy’.” He used quotations with his fingers, causing you to reach for Sam’s arm to assume the role. “Oh no, not his.” Zemo made a come here motion, making you gulp.

“You’re kidding, right?” Bucky huffed, glaring unimpressed towards the Baron, who only tutted in reply, implying that he indeed was serious. “This is stupid.”

“Stupid would be allowing this hurrah of new age super soldiers to continue their war path, don’t you think James?” Zemo asked condescendingly, holding his arm out for you to grasp onto, so that you would look more than an associate, or a serum induced bodyguard.

“Me posing as your sugar baby is stupid.” You muttered, as you walked, Bucky on look out behind you, as he glared frustratedly at where you and the mass murderer were touching.

Zemo tugged you by the arm for the comment, causing you to roll your eyes at the man that had tried his best and succeeded, at destroying your team; your family. Nevertheless, you followed his stride, well aware of the sharp eyes of the man behind you.

As you entered the club, a spectrum of blue lights illuminated your skin, as you stared around in wander. There was a variety of all didn’t people, born from different virtues, wealths and races all intermingling around in the space.

If Zemo didn’t have a leash on your arm, you’d have stared for a little longer, perhaps even gotten purposely lost in the sea of bodies that flashed with such ambition and prospect. All were designed to suit their surroundings, and you wished that you could fit in that easily too.

But you were lost, roped into this journey by the Falcon, the man that denied Steve’s wishes and passed on the shield to firmer hands, still uncertain of where you were planning on going. What you needed was a fight, a reason to keep roaming upon the earth. If you came up empty, you may have well have taken up Thor’s offer, and accompanied him with his new friends.

The avengers were disbanded, dotted with different services. You’d heard nothing from Wanda, it appeared that her phone had been cut off, leaving you gravely confused, but you understood that she needed time to mourn. But you couldn’t give yourself the same pampering, if you did so, then all purpose of life would slip through your fingers, and you’d be left vulnerable, a hero that willingly fell from their graces.

Finally you reached the bar, with the shadow of the winter soldier hovering over your shoulder, watching as Zemo’s untrustworthy hand trailed along your furthest collarbone, using it as his sway to grab your attention. He set his sights upon his touch, glaring harshly at it.

No one would question the expression that he wore, it was only natural for his reputation to be proceeded with such a dagger like gaze; he was supposed to be playing the killer that he once was after all.

“My lady, what would you like to drink?” Helmut asked, turning your gaze towards his, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forbidding you from even try to look away from his sly eyes.

“White wine will do the trick, my love.” The words felt like spew falling from your mouth, but you withheld the impulse to grimace, instead, flashing him a flirtatious smile, fanning his face with your eyelashes as you were still held to face him.

“Fine choice.” He smirked, nodding towards the bartender, who had just presented the Smiling Tiger imposter with a shot that had the intestines of a snake floating around in its liquid. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Sam hesitated to drink it for a moment, before throwing it down the hatch, treating it as an old trick.

Madripoor, for an island trapped in violence, didn’t appear that bad on the outside. That was, until the shooting began, causing the lot of you to leg it from the citizens targeting their rifled hardware towards you, running with your lives depending on it.

You had temporarily lost Zemo, as you put head your own safety, your pace and spot being just between Sam and Bucky, as the first man’s arms flailed as he insisted that he could not run in the heels that he was wearing. Huh, you’d be running in heels all your life, maybe he shoulda learned how to do so earlier, it came as a great talent.

Gunshots rang out, as a hooded figure unveiled themselves, introducing the older face of a blonde that you had once knew. It had been quite some time since you had last seen her, all having gone your separate ways to evade the law, and its cruel jurisdiction. “Sharon?” Bucky spoke, instantly recognising the woman that had aided them in the past.

Once you were all reintroduced, and met with her annoyance, which was surely understandable, she led you to her property, where you were able to part from the Sokovian, and share your distaste to the man, as well as remove the skimpy dress.

It pooled at your feet as you tossed it from your ankle, leaving you in nothing more than your underwear. As you squinted, searching for some reason that you were continuing with this foolishness of thinking that the world still considered you a hero, an echo of a knock rattled against the door. It was metal upon wood; Bucky.

“Come in.” You spoke, as you tied a spare robe around your waist, watching as the super soldier, who appeared less stoic, and more human stepped into the room, closing the door behind his emerging shadow. “You alright man?”

Bucky’s eyes drifted down for a moment, before they splintered back up towards your face, his jaw physically tensing, the notion well visible. He breathed in a long breath through his nose, as he stepped closer, his brow harsh and lined upon his forehead.

“I didn’t like Zemo putting his filthy hands on you.” He admitted aloud, the words of Sharon, teasing him for pining after someone that he had once thought of as no more than a friend of Steve’s. But now that man was gone, and so was the one that he used to be. Instead, he was left standing on his own feet, having to find balance by himself somehow.

“Neither did I.” You informed him. “It was like he was pulling back the images of his collapsing country, pouring every ounce of pain and hatred upon me, evading my mind with guilt, and the memories of what it all amounted to. None of it had been worth it, living like this. We’re treated like animals, no longer idols or heroes, people under the big thumb that keeps pressing down on us.”

“Well we’re both pressed down, limited to our rules and the outlines they want us to obey.” He nodded, raising his flesh hand to your collarbone, wanting to mark his touch upon it to remove that of Zemo’s. At his action, your breath hitched, but you allowed him to sweep his pads over the flesh, shuffling indefinitely closer so that you were chest to chest.

“We’re dangerous in their eyes. That’s a mindset they have in common with our prisoner out there.” You whispered, frowning from the thought. Two monarchies, one still whilst the other already fallen, served the same opinions, though, only one could continue to take action. Zemo was a Baron, but of what country now?

Like all, his home had been vanquished into smithereens, the foundations collapsing into rubble, the history disappearing with its lands, having thrown its dusty remnants in your face.

“I’m fine with being considered dangerous so long as I’m not alone.” He pinched your chin, tilting your head, this time though, you felt in his grasp. It didn’t belong to that of an enemy, it was one of an ally, a friend. “Tell me I’m not alone y/n.”

“I’m here James.” You stared up at him with focused pools, biting your lip as your mind went haywire over everything. “The Wakandans will come for him, you do realise that, right?” He hummed in reply, briskly bringing his metal hand to toy with the belt of the white wrap around.

“Do you think that you could show me that I’m not alone?” He nervously asked, shuffling his weight from foot to foot, as he awaited a reply. But instead of words, he earned himself the sensation of your lips upon his, collaborating in a touch starved jumble of grunts. “You’re beautiful, like...”

“Like what Barnes?” You prompted, brushing your palms onto his shoulders, easing his tenseness. Expectedly, you watched him through half lidded eyes as you leant up to plant supple kisses upon his neck, sucking his skin into your mouth, as though you were trying to thread it gently with your teeth.

“A muse.” He sighed, thinking for a momentum, before dragging your hair through his vibranium fist, lightly grinning as he heard your breath wither from the sensation. “A beautiful muse, one that reminds me to be better everyday. I want to become someone better for you.”

“You shouldn’t.” You unlatched your mouth from him, frowning lightly at the brunette man. “You should become better for nobody but yourself Buck, each day, it’s about self growth, fixing everything that you have ever been taught so that you can learn to do better next time, so that no one else will die because of your expense.”

Bucky nodded, allowing your words to sink in. His fingers returned to playing with the waist band on your robe, his eyes gazing into your own, as he fiddled with the material. “Can I?”

“Go ahead.” You granted him permission, allowing him to push the coverage from you, his eyes widening at seeing you in nothing more than your underwear. His sight traced every curve and bump and dip that was upon your shape, licking his dry lips to make his gawking less subtle.

“You’re killing me doll.” He leant his head back, as he raked his contrasting fingertips down your shoulders, all the way to the small of your back. You smirked, grasping him through his jeans, earning yourself a moan from the elder man.

“I said it’s all about self growth, didn’t I? It seems that you are taking that in quite a literal sense.” You rubbed him through the denim, finding it unsurprising as the man backed you towards the bed, your knees hitting the end sending you falling onto the mattress.

Bucky crawled his way atop of you, rutting his hips against your own. It had been so long since he had been permitted to be this free, and he knew for sure, this would be a secret that he would not inform any therapist of. This was private, the sentiment making it close to his weathered heart.

His lips returned to your own, as your hands scaled beneath your shirt, lightly tracing the scars. He wasn’t as insecure as he thought he’d be about someone touching them, perhaps it was because many of your own materialised stories were written in your skin, or that you understood what it meant to be a soldier, serving under orders.

It didn’t matter too much, he wasn’t overthinking it. Instead, he was yearning as he grasped at the straps of your bra, trying to pull it over your head, as was done with the dames back in his day, but the effort seemed more difficult. Lightly leaning away from him, you reached around your back, unclamping the contraption before tossing it out of his sight.

He didn’t care to ask what the modern day had done to the garment, he was far too focused on your pert nipples, and how they stood to attention before him. The super soldier reached forwards, running his smooth hands upon the underneath of your breasts, before interacting with the present buds, softly tugging at them with his whimsical fingers.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Released from you as a sign, instantly becoming pleased as Bucky stripped himself from everything but his underwear, leaving a nest of his clothes upon the wooden floor, as he leant his head down, capturing your left nipple within the warmth of his mouth, moaning lightly as your hands weaved through his locks, tugging lightly at the short roots. “Stop teasing Buck.”

He didn’t miss the way your eyes roll from the slowness of motions, and thus, he reached down, and snapped the band of your underwear, the ripping noise audible, as he then pulled his boxers down, revealing his bobbing cock, that was directing its tip towards your entrance.

With a glance down, he lightly drooled at the way your cunt clenched around nothing, quickly swiping his fingers through your slit, as he brought them up to his lips, humming contently at the flavour that graced his tastebuds. “Need to be in you doll.”

“Need you in me soldier.” You taunted back, digging your knuckles into his shoulders as you pressed him against you, pushing your tongue into his mouth, as he suddenly bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment for the pair of you to adjust to the sensations.

He was in you, filling you to the brim, as you tucked your heels into the base of his back, lightly rotating your hips up, as your tongue chased his own, sucking on it as you nipped at the end, causing him to unintentionally jerk his rigid cock into you.

That had prompted him to start moving, screwing his hands into the satin sheets either side of your head, as your bodies succumbed the others to waves of pleasure. It was a luxury, having an outlet to all the stress that your duty brought. If you could just pass the mantle on like Steve had done, and Clint was in the process of doing, you would.

But it was all you had known; the gritty route, that had spanned the entirety of your tale. And Bucky now became a part of it, as he became a part of you, unravelling your vulnerabilities with sleek thrusts into your cunt, and smooth words that had swept you from your feet and had landed you in a bed.

A bed thats structure was creaking from the strength behind the animalistic carnage that you spent on one another. His teeth pulled at your lip, opening your mouth so that you could use him as an oxygen mask. Neither one of you had noticed the door opened, and an unimpressed Sharon standing in the entry way, her agent arms crossed unamused.

She cleared her throat, which made Bucky still inside of you, and you to clutch onto his back, to cover the decency of your chest. “You let me go on the run, then you fuck in my bed. It’s like I’m not allowed to belong anywhere.”

“Sharon-“ she halted your speech by raising a finger, her eyebrows pointedly telling you not to bother trying to speak, as sweat beading down your body. Bucky subtly rolled from atop of you, quickly pulling the sheets over you both, giving Sharon views that she neither wanted nor appreciated.

That was grittiness, she was a hustler, not a once avenger. A part of you wished she would understand that, as much as it would be painful to hear, she hadn’t been the top of anyone’s list. She had disappeared, and from so, she had became unreachable, practically falling off the face of the earth.

But she had been here, in Madripoor, the island of bones and whatever else Zemo had described it to be. “You two fucked in my bed. Okay.” She remained cool headed, her eyes trailing through the various fabrics among her floor. “Thought I’d tell you to get ready, and to blend in, though you two have that part already figured out. There’s some clothes in the wadrobe, and from what I can tell, you’re going to need new underwear.”

She bothered no longer once she had informed you of what she had told the other men. Instead she simply left, only for you to brace your head back into the quality pillows, slumping, and dreading the journey ahead.

Though you seemed restless, Bucky still thought of you as a muse. His hands grasped your chin, leading your lips to his own, as he sucked on your bottom one, his right hand grasping one of your breasts, as he pulled you atop of him, your skin flushed as you steadied your weight over his tough thighs.

“Now this is a dangerous sight.” He clicked his teeth, trailing his large hand down from your jaw, surpassing the middle of your chest, to your hip, which he grasp, as he shuffled you up just a little, so that you were seated upon the base of his cock.

“I can show you dangerous Barnes.” You smirked, adjusting the both of you so you were ready to sink down on his length. Your hands softly stroked his erect shaft, as you tapped his tip upon your pussy, before pushing down, filling yourself up one more.

Madripoor was a bad place, but good things could come out of visiting the skull island. This was the job, though, breaks were prompted, and were you glad that Bucky had became your little bit of calm in the arising trouble in the world.

“Fuck.” He groaned beneath you, his balls clenching as he felt you writhe all the way down to his base, beginning to bounce upon him, the years of training that you had endorsed coming in handy as it had helped your stamina. He was a super soldier after all, you were surely going to need it.

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[drakenology]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐀𝐆

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

"you danced all night, girl you deserve it."

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: smut, stripping, teasing, praise, spitting, light face slapping, cussing/filthy language, exhibitionism?, oral (male receiving), cervix fucking, slight cum play and friends with benefits relationship, i say “towards” a lot in one sentence.

𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔰: i’m incredibly inspired by strippers rn and this is the funnest thing I’ve written in a while. hope yall like it babies! <3 tagging my bae @rekiri​ ‘cause she told me to. 

Every Saturday your favorite customer comes in with his crew toting duffle bags full of money. Word around town is he’s in some gang, Toman or something like that; real tough guys. But here at The Cherry Nipple, he was just the guy with the tattoo on the side of his shaved head who spends the most money when they visit. “Draken” liked to watch the girls dance for him all night, requesting different girls to admire how uniquely seductive they could be. The female body was art to him, loving to touch and explore their bodies in as many ways as they’ll allow. Ken especially loved to watch you dance. Something about you, your aura or your confidence just drew him to you. You were the baddest in the club and he’s spent the most time and money with you most nights.

It was slow before they came in, every member of Toman finding a girl they liked and having her entertain them for the night. Ken made a beeline to the stage, where he knew you’d be. Watching you on the pole never failed to have the giant ruffian shifting his cock through his jeans. Looking down from the pole as you spun graciously, you wink at him, sliding down into a split onto the floor below.

“Fuck.” you watched him say when you started bouncing, reading his lips when you spread your legs and sit up to crawl towards the edge of the stage towards him. He walks towards the ledge and leans towards you, biting his lip when you get close to him; so close you could kiss.

“You’re a fuckin’ tease, ya know that? You know exactly what you’re doin’.” He says directly in your ear, followed with a deep growl. Ken steps back to sip his drink, watching you slip off the skimpy top you were wearing as part of your costume to reveal your perfect breasts. Your nipples were covered by shimmering pasties; nipples cost extra. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and making sure the valley of your breasts are directly in his face.

“So? Don’t see you complainin’, handsome.”, purring at him while you twirl his braid around your polished finger.

“You free?” Draken asks you, pulling you back down before you stand up to walk off. He’s obviously asking if you’ve got any prior obligations other than him, wanting you all to himself for the rest of his night. His dark eyes were locked onto yours, so captivated by your beauty no other dancer could satiate.

“‘M not ‘free’. I cost a lot. You know that, Ken.” You tease, purposely missing the point to get a rise out of him.

“You know what I’m talkin’ about, smart ass. Got a couple bands I wanna give you for the V.I.P room. I expect your fine ass to give me a show.”

“Hm. I do have a regular already waiting for me. Afterwards, kay?” Before you can stand, you’re pulled back down to your knees in front of him. You raise your brow at him when he shakes his head, flashing you about 50,000 dollars cold hard cash. Ka-ching! You can feel yourself getting giddy around all that cash, ready and willing to do whatever it is Draken wanted to get to it.

“Tell that motherfucker to go home. I’m here now.” Draken smirks when he sees your sultry eyes sparkle at all the money he’s waving in your face.

“Consider it done.” You chime, biting your lip before slowly standing on your feet.

Taking your hand he helps you step down from the stage, your tall platform heels clicking against the hardwood floor as you lead him to the back. Draken wore a big grin on his face, looking back at his buddies as if he just bagged the jackpot as he followed you behind the pink velvet curtains backstage.

Now you’re practically nude, wearing nothing but a g-string while you pop some premium champagne for the two of you to sip. Draken sat back in the single seat in the V.I.P room, legs spread as he wet his lips with his tongue. He could already feel himself growing hard as stone from the sight of your gorgeous nipples; so perked and happy to see him. But the show hadn’t even begun. You walk towards him, hips swaying with the bottle of champagne in your hands. Your hand grabs his chin to tilt his head back, Ken’s mouth open so you can pour some on his tongue. A little spills from the corner of his mouth, your finger swiping it off his face to stick it in your mouth.

“Mmm… Ace of Spades? You spoil me, daddy.” You purr to him, pulling away to walk back over to the mini-stage and stand in front of the pole. You start your dance, your hips grinding and swinging to the beat of the bumping music. Draken rests his elbows on his knees as he leans forward to get a closer look at you, watching your body swing and spin around on the golden pole in the middle of the room.

He grabs some of the money from his duffle bag and removes the rubber band that bound the bills together in its stack. He tossed about half of it into the air, both of you watching in awe as the bills fluttered and fell to the floor and onto your body. Seeing all this money being thrown at you went straight to your pussy, feeling on your tits in front of him as his eyes rest there to watch you. It’s practically raining dollar bills, hundreds, fifties and twenties all flying around in the air just because of how much you turned him on. You can see him biting his lip, adjusting his cock in his seat when you arch your back and crawl down to the floor towards him.

You sat in front of him on your knees and ran your hand along his cock as it hard sat on his lap, watching him shudder at your touch. Draken couldn’t help but to reach down and tilt your pretty face up to look at him, slouching in his seat so you’d touch him more.

“Still wanna keep fuckin’ teasin’ me or are you gonna let me fuck you tonight?” He asks you, deep voice seeming lower and more seductive with every word. You climb into his lap and grab your glass of champagne to take a sip. Do you dare have sex with a customer? A man who’s in some shady dealings with dirty money? Fuck it. As long as he keeps the money flowing.

And so you kiss him, slow and deep. You can taste a mixture of rum and champagne on his mouth as your tongues commingle and swirl in each other’s mouths.

Instinctively your hips start to grind against his length through his jeans, his idle hands grabbing and squeezing your body and smacking the flesh of your ass generously. In the way he kissed you, you could tell just how much he wanted you; had been wanting you. It seems tonight was the night the seemingly prolonging game of cat and mouse had finally come to an end, falling back down to your knees to unfasten his jeans and take a look at his cock up close and personal.

Your hands carefully pull out his length, a gentle gasp escaping your lips as you behold his length. Who knew the biggest cock in all of Tokyo would belong to such a ruffian? It was so thick and veiny and just the right size. The way his tip leaked of sticky pre-cum made it hard to not suck on it, your lips wrapping around and tasting his skin. Your mouth drools around his cock, slowly bobbing your head up and down just taking half of him. His breathy moans encourage you to start deep throating him, breathing through your nose while he fucks up into your mouth. Draken grabs a fistfull of your hair and pushes your head down, cussing under his breath when you hold that position. You sputter and gag, feeling his pubic hair tickle your nose when a rough tug on your hair pulls you back up, gasping and panting for air.

“God, look at you. Filthy little cock-slut.” Draken groans, spitting down into your open and awaiting mouth with a smirk. “You like suckin’ dick, huh?”

He knows you do. He can tell by the glassiness of your eyes and the smeared lip gloss on your face as spit dripped from your plump lips, you look so dumb right now it was so sexy. A few taps on your jaw brings you back down to earth, slapping his cock against your dripping tongue. You take him back into your mouth again, drooling so much spit starts to wet his jeans. His moans only make you wanna suck him off more, swirling your tongue and lewdly slurping up the spit just to spit it back down onto his slick cock. At this rate, your hot mouth was raring to make him cum; Draken feeling his balls tighten with every glide of your tongue. He pulls you off of his cock again, earning a disappointed whine from you.

“You want me to fuck you? Huh?” He asked you, chuckling darkly when you nod at him with a stupid, cock-stricken look on your face. 

“Heh. Yeah you fuckin’ do.”

 In a flash he stands you up on your feet and bends you over the leather seat, your hands holding onto the arm rest to keep your balance. You feel him tug down your g-string and hiss when the cool air of the room meets your glistening wet cunt. His big hands grab your hips to slide you down onto his cock, surprised at the sudden fullness you yelp and look back at him. Immediately he’s pounding you out into the loveseat, pressing his thumbs into your lower back as he watched your ass bounce against his lap with every pistoning thrust of his hips. He holds you up against his chest, a hand firmly wrapped around your neck as he nibbles on your earlobe. 

“You love this dick don’t you? Tell me you love this dick.” He huffed against your skin, bullying your g-spot so harshly you can hardly even respond to him without hiccuping. Stumbling over your words you reach back and push at his abs, feeling him so deep so quickly it blinds you. 

“Y-Yes, yess god yes, ‘s so good! Fuck me, Ken. Harder!” You gasp, getting exactly what you asked for right after you’ve finished babbling to him.

“You’ve been keepin’ this pussy from me too long, yeah? Fuck, you feel so good. Could fuck you all night.”

Your body tightened, a knot forming in your stomach as his veiny cock massaged your gummy walls. The way he fucked you felt like he had been waiting to get his hands on you for the longest time. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t been waiting for this moment too. The sexual tension between the two of you was so intense it became harder and harder not to touch each other. Finally all the pent up frustration was being used to fuck your cervix. 

As your eyes roll back, you reach up and grab his wrist, strangled and high pitched moans complimenting the club’s stereo as it drowned out your screams. You feel his cock throbbing furiously inside you and you know he’s getting close too, groaning out in satisfaction in knowing so. 

“C’mon baby, cream on my fuckin’ dick. That’s right.” You hear him say, almost too cock-drunk to pay attention to his words. But with one final thrust the both of you are cumming together, feeling him pull out and glaze your ass with his hot and sticky cum. Wiggling your ass, you look back and watch him fuck his large fist to ride out his orgasm as a low groan erupts in his chest watching you shake your ass for him. 

“Shit..” He mumbles, smacking your outer thigh when he finally finished dumping his load onto your skin. He reached over and cleaned you up with some tissue that sat on the table next to the champagne, nibbling on your ass cheeks once they were clean. You sigh out of complete satisfaction and lay across the love seat, watching him fix his pants and grab some more money from his duffle bag to sit on the table for your services. 

“I’ll be back for you later.” He smirks and slaps your ass on the way out the V.I.P room, meeting up with his crew to tell them all about his favorite little private dancer. 

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[aquagustd]

all that glitters 07 - JJK | M

↣ when the sweet, innocent nerd asks for your help to woo all the girls, you didn't think that you would be his first victim.

pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

word count: 6.1K

warnings/tags: strong language, unrequited love au, college au, Y/N has major mood swings in this one, meals at weird times, mentions of infidelity, slight violence from Yoongi, allusions to drug & alcohol abuse, mentions of revenge porn, mentions of pregnancy, sick JK, puke warning?

a/n: Y/N has had enough…

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MAY 2021

It all happened so fast, so fast that it only registered in your brain when the device was clattering to the floor, the deafening sound of a *crack* reaching your ears.

She stares at the wooden floor, her mouth parted in a gasp, arm still outstretched in front of Yoongi’s face. She drops it to her side, swinging back and forth as she rushes past you, her heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway. You stand there at a loss for words, tilting your head to look at Yoongi who’s just as stunned as you.

You watch him bend down and pick up the battered phone, the same phone he seemed to have not an ounce of care for a minute ago, is being cradled in his palms. He grimaces when he sees that the screen is completely shattered, phone screen that was once bright now pitch black. Secrets gone with it’s life.

“I didn’t think it would-“

He flips it over to the side, the pink phone case that was meant to protect the phone, served it’s purpose, but the glass still falls to the floor as he inspects it, indicating the damage.

“I can fix it,” he nods to himself then looks up at you, “I’ll take it to that tech shop.”

You nod, voice still a little shaky, “okay.”

Walking to the front door, you push it open with your shoulder and take off your shoes, sprinting to your room and sitting down on the bed with an exhausted sigh.

No matter how much you try, you just can’t seem to arrange your thoughts. You rest your elbows on your knees and drop your face into your palms. You feel the bed dip beside you as a sob leaves your lips, head still throbbing, hands still shaking.

“It’s gone.”

Your voice is muffled as you speak, “she could have copies.”

“Ara isn’t smart enough to make copies.”

You lift your head to stare at him, pity written all over his features, pink phone still in hand.

“How do you know that? She was basically threatening me!”

With a shaky exhale, he looks down at the phone, “her father is some big shot, I’ll probably be in trouble for this.”

You snort as you wipe a tear with your knuckle, “just when I thought things would be okay.”

You bury your face in your hands again, thinking of how she kept swiping, showing you basically an album of photos that you had sent to Jungkook, her boyfriend, a reminder of the sins that you wish you could somehow retract. A reminder of the wretched mistakes you’ve made.

“One click, and I publish this.”

In a fit of rage, you had gotten rid of all those photos on your phone, even the ones he had sent you, a little bit of the heaviness off your shoulders, only for it to return, to resurrect, to swiftly knock you down like a ruthless train.

“We can say she wanted to distribute your…your pictures.”

Nodding, you rub your eyes with the heels of your palms. You sniffle and run your hands on your thighs then stand up to shuffle over to your bathroom, splashing cold water on your face and lifting your head to stare at your reflection. Eyes swollen, skin blotchy, lips bitten and eyelashes sticking together with water and tears.

Do you even recognize the person blinking back at you?

So vulnerable and open, waiting for the next person to easily bombard you with disparaging comments and questions. That wasn’t who you were. Not at all.

When did you start to accept that treatment?

Like your opinion doesn’t matter, your feelings don’t matter.

Patting your face dry, you walk into your room again and sit down next to Yoongi’s hunched figure.

“It’s not a lie,” voice nasally as you add to what he had said.

A thought crosses your mind. She felt like she was in control, like you were the one seducing her boyfriend, “chasing” after him, when he was the one who initiated everything, all the mistakes you’ve made were fuelled by him. You did own up to your mistakes, you did take accountability for it. But why should you be the only one suffering?

It’s time you forgive yourself for your mistakes and let the others deal with their own. If Ara and Jungkook have this fucked up relationship, then you shouldn’t be one of the people who gets dragged into it. You’re just one of the many people that Jungkook had fucked around with, yet you have to bear the brunt. You’re one hundred percent sure that it wasn’t only your pictures that she might’ve found on his phone.

If anything, you find this hilarious. Ara is with someone like Jungkook, who clearly doesn’t give a shit about what she thinks, yet she still forgave him.

Chuckling, you see Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow, and you stand up from the bed to look out the window.

How stupid you were, to actually be waiting to have a talk with Jungkook. He doesn’t deserve your time, he doesn’t even deserve Ara’s time. But that is none of your business, because now, she’s the silly one for knowing what a womanizer he is and still chooses to be with him.

You aren’t stupid, you didn’t make it to your final year in college, being an A-student, coming this far, only for you to let your emotions get the best of you.

Feeling a hand on the small of your back, you turn around to see Yoongi, his eyes wide with worry.

“Are you okay?”

You look behind him to the phone on the bed, “she was wrong. To come here.”

He nods.

“My face isn’t in the pictures, no distinguishable objects from my room either.”

He nods, an understanding nod this time.

“So, if she does have copies, no one will know it’s me.”

He sighs, his shoulders sagging in what can be described as relief, “I’ll still get it fixed though. And make sure it has a memory wipe or something.”

You laugh, the lengths Yoongi would go for you. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a hug. You feel his hands settle around your waist, inhaling his woody scent.

“Thank you,” you speak into his shoulder, “for tolerating all my bullshit.”

He tightens his hold around you, lips moving against your hair, “it isn’t bullshit.”

Pulling away from his hold, you shrug off your jacket and toss it on the bed, feeling a little peckish. Good food won’t fail to boost your mood.

“I’m hungry,” you walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, seeing a blanket on the couch, a blue one with little brown puppies on it.

Yoongi walks around the counter, and you point to the couch, “is that yours?”

His hand comes up to rub behind his neck, “yeah. Sorry I brought it here. Hobi was having a small thing with his crew, and I really needed to sleep.”

Reaching into the cupboard for the spaghetti, you shrug, “it’s okay.”

He sits at the table, “you making spaghetti?”

“Yep,” you smile.

“How did the talk go with Jungkook?”

Corners of your mouth curving down, “he didn’t show.”

“What?”

“He didn’t come to the café.”

You see him run his fingers through his blond strands, “wow. What an asshole.”

“It’s okay, really. Everything happens for a reason.”

You fill a pot with water and set it on the stove, then turn on the heat.

“What do you think is the reason?”

Pulling out a cloth from the drawer, you take off your apron from the hook and tie it around your waist, then wipe down the counter, “that it’s pointless.”

He hums, then walks to the sink to wash his hands, “can I help?”

“Sure.”

Picking some tomatoes from your vegetable rack, he rinses the cutting board then places it on the counter. You watch his precise movements, cutting carefully, making sure the juice doesn’t spill on the counter.

“Yoongi,” you begin, “you’re literally here all the time.”

He chuckles then looks up at you with a pout, “does that bother you?”

“No no, it’s nice to have you around. You’re helpful and neat.”

Pink begins to dust his cheeks and you laugh, “you should just move in since you’re here like, 24/7.”

You might’ve been joking, but you notice the serious expression on his face. The idea doesn’t sound so bad the more you think about it. Yoongi has proven to be reliable on multiple occasions and you trust him, you aren’t going to force him to move in with you. But if he wants to, then he can. Plus, you could use some help with the rent.

He stops chopping, “really?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “I have an empty room and isn’t your studio closer to my apartment than yours?”

“Yeah.”

“It’ll be fun, we can cook together and stuff. It’s nice to have a friend who actually knows how to cook. I mean, only if you want to, I don’t know what arrangement you and Hoseok have.”

“Okay,” he beams at you.

You clap, excited that you won’t be living alone, that you’ll hardly be left in the silence to deal with your thoughts, that you’ll have a real friend around, like how it used to be, when things were alright.

On Monday morning, you wake up a little refreshed, unlike the usual sour state you’re in. Despite sleeping earlier than usual, you would always wake up even more tired than before you went to sleep.

Showered, skin care and makeup done, you decide to pull out that cropped blazer that has been collecting dust in your cupboard for months. It was the last sale item you had picked up and was such a steal. You pair it with your favorite boots and a plain white T-shirt to balance the details on the grey blazer.

You pad down the hallway to see Yoongi sitting at the counter, a plate of pancakes in front of him.

A smile splitting your face, heart bursting with the fact that you aren’t greeted with the dull and dreary atmosphere of your apartment but the comforting scent of pancakes and his gummy smile.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” his voice thick with sleep, you grab a pancake from the stack and place it between your lips while you prepare your smoothie, taking out your new blender from the shelf under the counter.

“That new?”

“Yep,” you pop the ‘p’, “Taehyung got it for me.”

Chewing the remains of the pancake, you toss a banana and some frozen blueberries into the blender, then grab the almond milk from the fridge to splash some in.

“So, he bought your forgiveness. You should add some chicken breast to that.”

You put on the lid and speak over the whizzing of the blender, “he didn’t buy my forgiveness, I’m not a materialistic person. I’m just glad that I don’t have to use that tiny blender that takes hours to actually do it’s job,” you remove your thumb from the button and look up at him, eyebrow cocked, “chicken breast?”

“Yeah, boiled. Extra protein.”

You transfer the contents into a bottle, “didn’t think of that.”

As you wash the dishes, Yoongi comes up behind you to put his plate and mug into the sink, “want me to drop you off today?”

You shake your head, “it’s fine, I have a lecture in ten minutes,” you look at him, “you’re still in pyjamas.”

“Yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck, “I’m actually heading to the studio today.”

You dry your hands and walk over to the lounge to get your keys, bag secured around your shoulder, “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

It really is true, true that it hurts more to hold on than to actually let go, of course, the pain is there, but it isn’t as heavy. You might think it’s impossible to free your mind from the barrage of feelings that tangled your thoughts, but it isn’t. You’ll ride on this wave for as long as you can, because today, the sun burns a little brighter, the birds chirp a little louder and your heart beats a little steadier.

Free your thoughts, that’s what you keep chanting to yourself.

You owe yourself the peace.

Free your thoughts.

From the things you can’t control.

Free your thoughts.

Because your energy should be directed on better things. Things that are beneficial to you.

You do realize, all that haunted your mind, was the complete opposite of what you’re telling yourself now. Bad energy.

It’s growth, to be able to look back on things and acknowledge that it wasn’t a true representation of who you are and what you stand for.

As you’re walking up the stairs, you see Namjoon wave at you and gesture to the empty seat next to him. Smiling as you set your bag down, you notice that the professor has already booted up the computer.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” dimples making an appearance, “how are you?”

“Good, good. You?”

“All good, so, what you’ve been up to these days? The last time I saw you was uh…“

You chuckle as he trails off, “yeah, that night,” you take a deep breath and pull out your notebook, “what have you been up to?”

He clears his throat and sits up in his seat, “nothing much really, I actually got someone to share the house with me,” his eyes seem to brighten, leaning a little closer to you, “I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now, but didn’t get the chance,” he laughs, it sounds nervous to your ears, you mirror his action.

“I know, you set me up with BBT but, they’re still looking for more people to join and I think they’d accept you.”

You sigh and lean away from him, fiddling with your pen as you contemplate. The reason why you didn’t apply to BBT was due to the fact that you didn’t really like the terms they had set for students like you. A 15–45-day training period, which was unnecessary in your opinion. Then, a working period of three months which was incentivized by a lump sum payment at the end of the three months.

The rest of the benefits seemed promising, but you didn’t have the time or money to waste on a contract that you weren’t sure was going to last for more than a year.

“We’re final year students now, the terms are different. I spoke to Mr. Choi and he said that a lot of students withdrew after the 45-day training, so the company lost out.”

Mr. Choi was the man you spoke to on Namjoon’s behalf, you had transferred everything to him. Namjoon comes from a wealthy family, he did it mostly for the experience.

“Listen,” you tilt your head to look at him as he continues, “if you don’t want to take the six month course, then just apply for next year. After we graduate.”

You nod, “I’ll think about it.”

He smiles, “just let me know and I’ll set you up. They’ll probably accept you in a heartbeat, with your grades and the fact that you had turned down their offer before.”

You laugh, “you never know. They might be nasty because I turned them down.”

Just then, the professor’s voice filters through the speakers, you straighten your posture and jot down the date on the corner of a page.

“They’d be stupid to turn you down.”

OCTOBER 2019

Jungkook sits across from you, his usual seat, while Namjoon continues to break his head with memorizing formulas when you had informed him, a million times, that you will be provided with a formula sheet for the exam.

Your stomach feels a little empty, you check the time on your phone to see that it’s way past 3PM, time seems to fly when you’re cramming.

Pulling out your lunchbox from your bag, you begin to munch on the sandwich you had packed, crunching lettuce noisily. You feel Jungkook nudge your knee with his under the desk. But you ignore him, because he just scarfed down a medium-sized pizza by himself. The empty box acts as proof.

He nudges you again and you sigh, “Jungkook, I didn’t pack extra today, I was running late.”

You wipe the corner of your mouth with your thumb and lift your eyes when he makes a soft, whiny sound. Of course, you want to slap yourself for looking up at him because you’re met with two beady doe-eyes, pleading with you as his knee continues to rub against yours.

Your heart clenches in your chest, how could you say no to him when he’s so cute, sweet and innocent, he just wants a little bite of your food. The same innocent face continues to flash in your mind whenever he isn’t around.

Reaching over, he grabs your wrist as you hold the sandwich up to his face, his bottom lip brushing your fingers when he takes a bite and pulls away, cheeks feeling a little hot as you try not to choke on the piece of chicken that gets caught in your throat. You bang your fist on your chest, coos on the tip of your tongue when he does a little happy dance.

He opens his mouth for another bite, and you hand him the other half of your sandwich.

“Thank you, noona.”

His bunny grin makes your heart thump in your chest.

You’re still a little hungry, but you’ll make sure to pack extra for him tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes and you have two lunchboxes in your bag, Namjoon still occupies the seat next to you, a rerun of yesterday except Jungkook is a little late.

The quad is still busy with students either hanging around the fountain, rushing to their next class or walking through to get to the parking lot.

Half an hour passes, you inwardly sigh and pull out your lunchbox.

“Do you have extra? I didn’t have time to buy anything to eat today,” Namjoon is staring at your sandwich.

You look down at the lunch that was reserved for Jungkook.

“I packed extra but it’s for Jungkook, he’ll probably be here in a while,” you open your lunchbox and gesture for Namjoon to take one, “you can have mine.”

He mumbles a ‘thank you’ and attacks the bread stuffed with meat, “Jungkook isn’t coming today. I saw him at the library with Ara before I came here.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he stuffs his cheeks, “so I guess we can eat the extras.”

You chuckle, a hollow sound, “guess so.”

Jungkook always studies with you here at the fountain, it’s funny that he didn’t even tell you he wasn’t coming, you feel your stomach twist a bit.

You place your lunchbox on the desk and push it in Namjoon’s direction.

“So, Ara and Jungkook are dating?”

He shrugs, “think so. I just hope Ara knows what she’s doing.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “what do you mean?”

He licks the sauce off his lips and turns to you, “you’ve met my parents before, right?”

You nod, lip tucked between your teeth. A shiver runs down your spine at the memory, their stern faces etched in your mind.

“Now imagine them, but ten times worse. That’s Ara’s parents. My uncle and his wife are kind of orthodox. She literally had to beg them to send her to college because they already had a man lined up for her.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, they were set to be married after she turned twenty-one, but she promised them that she’ll make them proud and get a degree. They gave in, obviously, she’s their only child and she threatened to run away before.”

Your eyes widen, “wow.”

“Yeah, she was quite the troublesome one in high school too. The only reason why they agreed to her going to college was because of me. They knew I’d take care of her.”

“You’re a good guy,” you pat his shoulder.

He laughs, “yeah, if only she actually listened to me.”

MAY 2021

‘PARK JIMIN would like to FaceTime…”

Rolling your eyes, you lock your phone and toss it on the bed. You can’t answer his call, what if he starts yelling at you all over again and effectively dampens the good mood you’re in. You also don’t want him to disturb the wave you’re riding, the good energy wave, the wave that’s helping you wake up each morning a little untroubled, a little more carefree, dare you say.

You’re separating the eggs from the whites when your phone rings again and you curse, fingers slippery as you try to the lock your phone again but your thumb somehow touches the screen and you answer his call.

Cursing yourself, you try to wipe your hands on your apron and end the call, but you drop it and it lands screen up on the counter. You can hear your heart pound in your ears, you don’t want to give Yoongi your phone to fix your screen too, he already has enough on his plate.

“Y/N!!!”

You shut your eyes when you hear Jimin’s voice, trying to stay out of frame. He��ll hang up eventually.

“Y/N! I can see your forehead!”

Fuck.

You jump back, your fists held up to your chest. It’s stupid to hide from him when he should be the one hiding from you for being such an ass.

You reach for the phone and hold it up to your face, Jimin’s half moon eyes coming into view.

“You’ve been ignoring my texts Y/N!”

Placing your other hand on your hip, you scoff, “yes I was ignoring you!”

His chuckle reaches your ears and you cock an eyebrow. Why are you even talking to him?

You hold the phone away from your face and are about to hang up when his screech pierces your ears.

“WAIT WAIT! DON’T HANG UP!”

Sighing, you bring the phone up to your face to see him push his hair back, eyes seeming to be shut when he’s actually looking below the camera.

“I’m sorry,” he looks up at you through his eyelashes, “I’m terribly sorry, Y/N. I just want to say that, you don’t have to forgive me.”

You inhale a shaky breath.

“I was a shitty fucking person, and and…I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

Damn right.

“But I miss my best friend,” he continues.

It’s your turn to yell.

“After over a year, you realize that you miss me?!”

He runs his fingers through his hair, “I know I know, I was so fucking stupid to believe all those lies. I’m not talking to Taehyung by the way.”

Like that’s going to help.

“It was a shitty thing of him to do.”

You take a deep breath, “you know what’s even shittier? When your best friend chooses to brush you off after hearing bullshit about you, when you thought that they’d know you better! When you thought that they wouldn’t believe the rumors because they know the kind of person that you are! But I guess not everyone has the same heart as me, because if someone told me that you FUCKED someone that was in a relationship, you know what’s the first thing that would pop in my head? They probably didn’t fucking know! Because that isn’t who you are! I don’t want your apologies, it’s too fucking late, Jimin. I still remember everything that you said to me, and I hope you realize that between the both of us, you’re the horrible person!”

“Y/N, I-“

You end the call and slam your phone on the counter, panting as you wipe your eyes with the backs of your hands. Your phone rings again but you decline the call. He has the audacity to say that you were ignoring him, after everything he said to you, after he said those things to you that still play in your mind like a broken record, without even caring about the facts.

Hearing the front door open, you busy yourself with separating the eggs again and you see that the yolk is already mixed with the whites. Cursing, you transfer it into another bowl and set it in the refrigerator. You can use it for something else.

“Y/N. I didn’t buy anything for us to eat because you said you were gonna c-“

Yoongi enters the kitchen, “hey,” you sniffle.

He walks around the counter and inspects your face, your lips are pursed as you smile.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, I can see that you were crying.”

Your breath trembles, “Jimin, he-“

Yoongi clicks his tongue and walks out of the kitchen, “that bastard-“ you grip his arm and shake your head, his eyes blazing.

“He just wanted to talk and, and I told him, I told him-”

“Y/N,” he pulls you in for a hug and you rest your chin on his shoulder.

“I feel better, after giving him a piece of my mind,” you chuckle, the sound muffled by his shoulder.

Someone in the kitchen doorway clears their throat and you wiggle out of Yoongi’s hold.

“Namjoon, hey…”

He scratches his nape, his eyes darting all around your kitchen, not quite looking at your face.

“Hey, I – uh, Yoongi,” he points to the man who’s still standing at your side, “told me what happened the other night and I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh,” you look at your abandoned cupcake batter, “okay.”

You usher him into the lounge, with Yoongi following close behind. Gesturing for him to sit on the couch, you realize that he hasn’t been to your apartment in a while. You sit at the opposite end of the couch, while Yoongi takes the armchair, his cheek resting on his fist.

“Yoongi told me what happened. I wanted to apologize, Ara takes it too far.”

“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing.”

“I know but-“ he shifts his legs, “her parents told me to watch over her and I feel like I didn’t do my job. She blew things out of proportion.”

Adjusting the apron that’s still tied around your waist, you feel a little exposed, knowing that Yoongi must’ve caught a glimpse of what you had sent to Jungkook and Namjoon is Ara’s family after all, you were sexting her boyfriend.

“I’m in the wrong too.”

“No, you aren’t,” Yoongi pipes up, “what Jungkook did was fucking terrible.”

“I tried talking to Ara a while ago about Jungkook but-“ he rubs his forehead with his hand, an expression that could be described as tired written all over his features “-she says they love each other. But it looks like I’m going to have to talk to her again this time, not about Jungkook but about her recent actions.”

You don’t know whether you should thank Namjoon.

“I got her phone fixed and reset,” Yoongi tosses the phone to Namjoon who looks down at it.

Your throat goes dry when you catch sight of that horrid pink case.

“How much was it?”

Yoongi waves his hand dismissively, “don’t worry about it. I was the one who broke it.”

You turn your head to look at Yoongi who looks back at you. He’s such a kind-hearted person.

A small laugh leaves Namjoon’s lips, “Yoongi is-“

Yoongi stands from the armchair abruptly, “don’t you have to talk to your cousin?”

Namjoon stands up from the couch with the same rapid movement and you feel the need to do the same.

“Yeah, I’ll see you Y/N,” he gives you a hug and gives your back the most reassuring pat you’ve ever received, “don’t worry about it.”

It could mean anything, so you choose to follow his words and not worry.

Belly full, appetite sated, you’re cleaning up the kitchen while Yoongi sits at the table. The cupcakes are out of the oven, you’re waiting for them to cool before you ice them. Yoongi lets out a loud groan and you look up to see him glaring at his phone screen, his hand in his hair. Trudging to Yoongi’s side, you place an arm on his shoulder.

“What is it?”

He holds his phone up to your face.

[21:30] Taehyung: plssss can we come over

[21:30] Taehyung: I promise we wont cause any more trouble

[21:31] Taehyung: plssssssss

[21:45] Taehyung: plss

[21:45] Taehyung: we need to talk anyway

[21:45] Taehyung: u can be there while we talk

[21:46] Taehyung: plsssss hyungg

He pulls his phone away from your face, scrolls for a bit, the puts it back in your view.

[22:01] Jimin: hyung can we please talk to Y/N, she isn’t answering my calls or messages anymore. We really need to talk

“What should I say?”

You bite your lip, seeing his thumbs hover over the keyboard.

“What should I say?”

He shrugs, “you did say that you felt a little better after getting everything off your chest,” his gaze travels back to his phone screen, “might do you some good to talk to them in person.”

“I already spoke to Taehyung.”

“Jimin, mostly,” he adds.

You do feel a little lighter after you gave Jimin an earful, your mood has improved even further. But you don’t really know if you want to talk to him in person. You gave Taehyung a chance, Jimin has been chatting to you since the other day. He already knows how you feel about everything that happened, and if he wants to talk to you still, then perhaps you should listen to what he has to say.

“Okay.”

Yoongi’s thumbs start to move on the screen, and you return to the kitchen counter, pulling out the cupcakes and piping the icing onto them, doing a pretty swirl with a dusting of coconut.

“They’ll be here in a bit.”

Ten minutes later and you hear a knock on the door, you walk over to answer it, Yoongi is busy watching TV. Taehyung’s boxy smile greets you.

“Hey, Y/N,” you step aside for him to enter, heart beating a little faster when you see Jimin.

The last few times you’ve seen him, his face was painted with a scowl, which is now replaced with a simper. You give him a tight-lipped smile.

“Hi, Y/N, I’m s-“ you hold your palm up and gesture for him to enter, he shuts his mouth and walks past you.

“We’ll talk later,” you’re about to close the door when a tall figure places their hands on the top of the doorframe, your breath getting caught in your throat when you realize who it is. His eyes are bloodshot, lips in a lopsided smile as his chest almost bumps into your face, swinging back and forth. An eyebrow piercing glinting in the light. His scent has changed. Was he-?

“Hey, noona.”

Smoking? Drinking?

You scrunch up your nose when his breath fans across your face, a smell you know belongs to one thing only. He takes a step forward to which you take a step back. You carry on like that until he’s inside your apartment, broad back facing you as you watch his head move around this way and that, scanning your apartment. He jigs as he walks into the lounge and flops down on the couch, his legs resting on Jimin’s lap who gives him a disgusted glare.

Hesitantly, you walk into the lounge and sit on the chair you brought from the kitchen, placed next to the armchair where Yoongi sits, Taehyung occupies the other chair.

You’re all silent as you watch Jungkook, Yoongi speaks first.

“I thought you two were coming only,” he looks between Taehyung and Jimin.

“We actually saw Kookie outside of Jisung’s house, so we picked him up because he-“

“Looked like shit,” Taehyung finishes, Jungkook chuckles as he places his hands behind his neck, fully-tattooed arm making your eyes widen, piercing on his eyebrow reflecting your lamp light, you’re trying desperately to keep it together.

“Is he-“

Jimin looks at you when you speak, “high? Drunk? Probably both.”

Your gaze meets Yoongi’s then you both tilt your heads to look at Jungkook, who looks completely out of it, his pearly whites on display as he cackles, hair looking greasy. You feel like your throat is constricting, air not entering your lungs.

“Is he wearing pyjamas?” Yoongi asks, his voice sounding high-pitched.

You’re talking about him like he isn’t here, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit either.

Jungkook’s eyes are shut, his chest lifting up and down with steady breaths, he looks like he’s asleep.

“Yeah,” Taehyung answers, his knee bobbing up and down, a sign of impatience.

“If you think this is bad, you should’ve seen him the other night,” Jimin laughs but no one joins, not even Taehyung who is now staring out the window.

Jungkook takes a noisy inhale and begins to cough, he starts to hit his chest with his fist, phlegm evident as he clears his throat, his hand reaching up to wipe his eyes. Jimin and Taehyung don’t bat an eyelash, probably used to his behavior.

“Is he sick?” Yoongi asks, then leans over to place his palm on Jungkook’s forehead.

“I don’t fucking know hyung! He’s always fucking sick!”

Taehyung’s eyes are wild, hair dishevelled, “he doesn’t listen to any of us.”

As if on cue, Jungkook hollows his cheeks out, his eyes bugging out of his head.

You rush to the kitchen and grab the first bucket you see, then place it near Jungkook’s head as he leans over the couch and empties the contents of his stomach, the putrid smell making you bury your nose in Yoongi’s collar. The way he retches as he holds onto the bucket makes tears prickle your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Taehyung? We could’ve gotten him help sooner.”

Jimin points a finger at Taehyung, “he introduced him to all that shit.”

“We only smoked together twice! After that, he started contacting Zico himself.”

Your hand goes up to brush through Jungkook’s hair, but you decide against it. This isn’t the same boy you once knew.

“I don’t know how he’s gonna manage in America like this,” Taehyung shakes his head.

“America?” You and Yoongi ask in unison.

“Yeah,” Jimin responds, voice timid, “he applied for some programme over there. He got accepted.”

Your gaze travels to the horizontal figure, his mouth parted, “when is he leaving?”

“By the end of next week. Before the new semester.”

“Lucky fucker,” Yoongi scoffs.

“I heard that,” Jungkook laughs, and you notice that his whole body is flushed.

Jimin slaps Jungkook’s thigh, “he’s weird when he’s high.”

“Noona,” Jungkook’s voice is gruff, you crouch down near his head, sweat building on his neck, “I’m hungry.”

You jump up to get food but his fingers curl around your wrist, he pulls you close, your faces inches apart, you swallow, ignoring his foul breath in favor of looking into his once wonder-filled eyes, now appearing empty.

“I’m feeling for those- those pockets of food.”

“P-Pockets of food,” you repeat, and he nods, his lips curving into a smile.

“The ones with the cheese and the chicken and the vegetables in the filling.”

Quesadillas.

“I don’t have those made.”

“Can you make me some?”

He blinks at you, his eyes still bloodshot, lips chapped and bitten.

“Okay.”

You walk out of the lounge and can sense someone following you into the kitchen. Grabbing your apron off the hook, you scan your cupboards to check if you have all the ingredients.

“You’re actually gonna cook now?”

“Yeah,” you set out the ingredients on the counter, “he looks sick.”

“I know,” Yoongi sighs, “he looked fine the other day.”

Yoongi’s phone rings and he stands at the kitchen doorway to answer the call.

Your thoughts are running a mile a minute. That isn’t the Jungkook you knew, isn’t the Jungkook you grew fond of. He’s somewhere in there, behind those pitch-black orbs that hold so much in them but appear vacant at the same time. You’re biting down on your lip to quell the tears, busying yourself as you recall the recipe. Everything he’s ever done to hurt you drowned by concern.

Out of all the scenarios in your head, this wasn’t one of them when you fantasized about meeting Jungkook again after all the time that has passed.

Yoongi walks to the counter and places his palms on it as he hangs his head, your eyes flicker up to him.

“What is it?”

“Namjoon,” his heavy sigh catches your attention, expression on his face a little unfamiliar to you, “Ara is pregnant.”

a/n: feedback is appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction.

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