#the perspective is confusing me a little but i think she’s leaning over or not standing on the same ledge

[nickfowlerrr]

i never thought you’d happen to me - 1

part two / part three

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut (part two), fluff, bit of angst. time travel via magic. dad!bucky and mom!reader. steve x nat. some morally dubious homemade porn viewing 💀 (part two). if i’m missing anything that should be tagged, please lmk!

words: just a bit over 6k.

notes: this idea came from a prompt post i saw not too long ago and coincidentally fell into some bingo spots for my @the-slumberparty bingo card.

fair warning: this is so completely self indulgent and a little trope overload lol but i had such a good time working on it and it was fun to write so who really cares 😌 thank you in advance for reading and reblogging! as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated. please let me know what you think! 🥰

It’s another late Friday night as you and the team lounge around the common room, nearly empty takeout containers scattered around the table, glasses and bottles of your drinks much the same. There’s a movie no one is watching playing on the large screen as the current conversation around you continues.

You’re not sure how telling a story from your last mission with Bucky has turned into this once again, but here you are. Another cute remark from Sam about his expectancy to be in the wedding party earns him another glare from you.

“Hey, you side-eye now but in ten years you’ll look back and realize how right we all were,” he says, elbowing Bucky slightly. “Tinman by your side,” he adds with a grin - clearly amused with himself.

“That is not my future,” you say with a humorless chortle.

“I can show you your future,” Wanda speaks from her spot on the couch, everyone turning their heads at once to look at her. She’s been unusually quiet the past few minutes - not engaging much in the conversation as she observed it instead. She takes another sip of her wine as she meets your gaze, foot swinging lazily as she keeps one leg crossed over the other.

She tilts her head at you while you eye her with a raised brow, a look of incredulity on your face.

“What?” she questions, confused at not only yours, but everyone’s, lack of response.

“Come on,” you laugh lightly, brushing her off.

“I’m serious.”

“Wanda, I don’t need to see what my future looks like to know that Bucky will be playing no part in it.”

A round of scoffs, snickers and a groan erupt from around the living room as you roll your eyes. You catch Bucky, seated across from you, doing the same as you turn your face.

“You’re all very funny, and I’m glad you’re amused with yourselves, but I can’t sit here and listen to the same inane conversation over again, soooo,” you pause for a breath, “I’m going to bed,” you clap as you stand from your spot on the couch.

“Look, I don’t speak for everyone, but I am not joking in the slightest,” Kate laughs as she leans back into her seat. Aiming finger guns at you and Bucky, “You guys,” she says, “are endgame.”

“And you, my friend, are drunk.”

Another round of laughs before the previous chatter resumes among the group, a story of misadventure now being told from Parker’s perspective, and you can hear Stark’s interjections already.

You grab your empty glass and head to the kitchen, Wanda following shortly after you.

“You’re stubborn,” she says with no preamble.

You turn with a quirked brow, “Am I?”

“Very. So much so, I think I may need your permission.”

“Sorry...uhm, for?” you ask, clearly confused.

“I think you should see it.” Your face falls slack at her words as you turn back to finish washing out your glass.

“Wanda, -” you go to laugh again.

“No, actually,” she stops you, correcting herself, “you need to see it. You’re stunting yourself. You’re constantly getting in your own way. I think it’d be good for you, to see what you can have if you finally allow it to come to you.”

You're quieted by her sincerity for a moment, half because you weren’t taking any of the previous conversation seriously, and half because you didn’t think it was something she was actually capable of doing. In fact, you still didn’t. But if she wanted to try, who were you to argue.

“Uhhh,” you begin, shaking your head lightly, “I mean, if you really want to, then, go for it, I guess. You have my permission.”

“Good,” she smiles, turning to walk back out to the other’s.

“Wow, wait,” you stop her, “like, what exactly are you gonna do?”

“Just a swap,” she says simply. “A day in the life of your future self. You don’t have to do anything, just go to sleep tonight and you’ll see.”

Your eyes narrow in thought, “...This isn’t dangerous, right?”

“No, not at all. You guys will be fine. 24 hours and you’ll wake up in your own beds, safe and sound. I promise.”

She smiles and flits away quickly. You shake your head at yourself again, still unsure what exactly you’ve agreed to. And it isn’t until you’re walking down the hallway back to your room that what she said actually catches up to you.

You guys will be fine?

You stop walking when you hear footsteps behind you, glancing back to find Bucky coming down the hall. You swallow hard and turn back around, not far from your door.

“Stalker much?” you say without facing him, earning a scoff in return.

He’s barely a step behind you now, though his sudden proximity is not all that surprising. You’ve grown used to his stealth.

“In your dreams.”

“More like waking nightmares. Every time I turn around it’s like you’re always just right there.”

“Maybe if you didn’t put yourself into jeopardy every five minutes I wouldn’t have to shadow you so often.”

You’re walking side by side and you get to your door as he speaks. You turn on him, instantly irritated.

“Are you being serious?” you level at him. He doesn’t respond. “How are you still hung up on Belarus? It was one mission. That was not on me, I didn’t fuck up. No one else saw them coming, either,”

“I did.”

“Well, sorry I’m not as infallible as the one and only Bucky Barnes,” you speak exaggeratedly, annoyance clear in your tone. “You still act like I’m some kind of liability. I’ve been careful. I’m riding a lengthy no injury streak and we’ve still yet to fail a single mission. After how many assignments we’ve been on together, you think you’d start taking me more seriously.”

“I never said I didn’t take you seriously. Just think sometimes you’re still a little too cocky for your own good.”

“For the thousandth time, I’m not clueless, Barnes. I don’t need you monitoring my every move. Not during training, not on missions, and definitely not walking down a hallway at night. I think I can handle getting to my room alone. Or is assuming that too cocky of me?” you ask with a tilt of your head, sarcasm dripping off your tongue.

You don’t wait for a response before you turn to your door and let yourself in, snapping it shut behind you.

You flick on the light and are quickly greeted by a room that is… definitely not yours. You pause for a second, taking in your surroundings before you deflate with a sigh, following it up with a deep breath. You turn the light back off and then turn back around to the door. You wait for a second longer with your hand on the handle before you force yourself to exit the room.

Just like you knew he would be, Bucky is still standing right where you left him; a stupid smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

“Wrong room,” he says.

“Fuck off,” you grumble as you walk a little further down the hall, to your actual door.

“Goodnight to you, too,” Bucky says as he continues to his own room, not far from you. You send him a glare and a “hmph” before shutting your door and getting ready for bed.

You’re not helpless. You’re not clueless. You’re damn good at what you do. But fuck if Bucky doesn’t have a knack for knocking you off kilter with a single look.

—-

It’s a soft shaking that wakes you from your peaceful sleep. You’re so comfortable, you don’t want to move - you don’t even want to blink open your eyes. But the shaking comes again. Your brows furrow as your arms tighten around your pillow and you cuddle further into it.

Only it’s not your pillow.

It takes a second for you to process that instead, it’s a warm body you’re pressing yourself against before your eyes snap open.

You look up and find a confused Bucky staring down at you.

When your eyes meet, though, there’s a bit of softness there. And as you take in his face, you relax a bit again. His presence beside you is at once comforting as it is confounding.

“What are you doing?” you both ask at the same time - only furthering your confusion.

You suddenly realize you’re still wrapped around him and quickly sit up and give him space.

“Why are you in my bed?” you ask as you rub your eyes with the palms of your hands.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing,” he says as he looks around, “but I don’t think we’re at the tower.”

You look up and blink away the fuzziness. Then it hits you.

“Oh shit,” you murmur.

“What? You know where we are?” he asks as he stands and starts looking around, inspecting the room. “Better yet, how the hell we got here?”

“Maybe…Would you believe me if I said we might possibly be in the future?”

Bucky turns and looks at you incredulously.

“Wanda,” you speak at the same time.

“For fuck’s sake,” he says as he runs a hand over his face.

“In my defense,” you begin, “when I agreed to this, I didn’t think she’d be able to do it. I also didn’t think it’d involve anyone else..”

“What do you mean you agreed to this? What is this?”

“She said I needed to see the future. It’d be good for me, or whatever, so I said okay. She said it was uh, a future swap? 24 hours. Day in the life and then I’d wake up back in my own bed the next day.”

“And you agreed to it?”

“Fuckin’, yeah, obviously,” you huff. “I didn’t think it’d be.. Real? I don’t know.”

“So, so what? We’re stuck in some unknown future for the next 24 hours?”

“What part of ‘I don’t know’ do you not understand?”

“Why would you agree to something like this without fully knowing what it is you’re agreeing to? This is exactly what I’m talking about when I say-”

“Spare me, Barnes. It’s Wanda, okay? We’re fine. It’s 24 hours, and I’m assuming that clock started when we fell asleep last night, so really it’s only…,” your voice dies down as you look to the clock on the bedside table. The time isn’t what catches your eye, though.

No.

It’s the framed photo behind it that derails your train of thought.

“No fucking way,” you breathe as you grab it in disbelief.

You stare at the photo of you and Bucky, a close up of you in a sweet embrace, adorning soft smiles as you share a chaste kiss, your left hand touching his cheek, and what you can only assume is a wedding ring sitting pretty on your finger.

This has to be some kind of dream. That’s it. You’re dreaming. Duh. Your hand moves before your mind does and you slap yourself in your face as hard as you can manage, sure it’ll wake you up and you’ll be back in the tower, in your own bed, alone.

“What the fuck?!” Bucky exclaims in surprise as you wince slightly and hold your cheek as it stings. He walks over to you, becoming more tentative as you look up at him.

“‘M not dreaming. Are you?”

“No, I’m wide awake, believe me,” he says as he gets closer. “Don’t slap me, either.”

You eye him harshly before handing him the frame.

“Well, it.. Explains why you’re here, at least,” you say, voice quieter than you intended as your thoughts were still reeling. “We’re not just in my future, we’re in-”

“Our future,” he finishes as he stares at the photo himself.

“Yeah.”

“So, our room…” he says more to himself than to you. He makes his way around the room, pulling open drawers and looking in the closet as you stand and head for the bathroom.

You meet yourself in the mirror, sure enough, you still look the same. You’re you.

Walking back out into the room, you head for the window, pulling back the curtain. As you peer out, you’re expecting to see a skyline, or city street, but instead you’re met with the view of an open yard.

You pull away from the window in surprise, “Are we in a house?”

You turn to Bucky, who turns to face you. You both head to the bedroom door, you following behind him as he takes the lead.

It’s a house. Definitely a house.

The bedroom door leads to a long hallway, three doors along the right back wall, another door at the far end opposite your own, and to the left of that, on the left wall, is another room.

In the middle of the hallway is an opening, and you and Bucky turn there without inspecting any of the other rooms.

You find yourselves in a living room, before walking into the kitchen.

“We should look around,” you say in a whisper - why, you aren’t sure.

“What exactly are you planning on finding?” he questions as you pull open a drawer, sifting around.

“I don’t know? More information. Like what we’re doing here. What we do. What year it is. Maybe we learn something and it’ll send us home sooner? I don’t know, just, something,” you answer, on edge already by being surrounded by the unknown and only growing more agitated at his every word.

“Why are you getting mad at me?”

“I’m not getting-,” you stop yourself, taking a breath, “sorry. Okay? I thought you were trying to be a dick,”

“Why do you assume I’m being a dick?” he asks, annoyed himself now.

"Because you always act like a fucking dick!", you nearly yell as you slam the kitchen drawer shut.

"Fucking dick!"

You both freeze at the high, sweet-sounding voice that comes from behind you. Your brows furrow as you glance at Bucky, his reaction to the mirthful echo much the same as yours, before you both slowly turn around.

The sight you're met with has you both frozen in shock.

A set of twin toddlers clad in matching pajamas, both of whom bear a striking resemblance to you and Bucky, are staring at you both.

You can't explain why, but your heart is gripped by the mere sight of them. It's something more than just their cuteness, it's something instinctual. How it's possible, you're not sure, but you know, somehow, that they're really yours. Future or not, those are absolutely your kids.

It seems with each passing moment, you and Bucky are left more and more stunned by how your future is turning out, but as you notice the little boy's eyes watering and the pout on his little lips as he looks right at you, you can't seem to care about anything else.

“Hey, buddy,” you squat down and hold your arms open for him, and he waddles to you right away as his eyes well more and more. He hugs you, still pouting as he cuddles into your chest and you hold him tightly as you stand, exchanging another glance with Bucky who looks nearly stupefied until the soft voice of the girl rings out once again.

Your eyes shoot to her as she twirls around clumsily, a chant of "fucking dick" leaving her lips over and over before she starts to tilt, seemingly having made herself dizzy. You're about to gasp, moving forward instinctually as you watch her wobble a bit more, but she's in Bucky's arms in an instant as he grabs her before she falls.

"Woah, there, sweetheart," he says with a small laugh as she dramatically goes limp in his arms. An exhausted breath leaves her little lungs as she breathes out the repetition one final time. She then lifts her tiny hand up to Bucky’s cheek, effectively slapping him as she plants it, blinking up at him. “What’s this?” she asks him curiously as she smooshes his face, feeling his stubble.

“Uhh…It’s hair. I haven’t shaved - Ow,” he exaggerates when she interrupts him and pats his cheek again, a bit harder this time, though you know it didn’t hurt him in the slightest. It makes the girl laugh, though.

“You should shave, Daddy,” she advises, pulling a face.

Her words pull a breathless laugh from him as he gazes down at the small girl, a lump forming in his throat as he takes everything in. He feels crazy, but he can see you in her, and he can see himself, too. Her and her brother, they both look like the perfect little combinations of the two of you. And they’re both so comfortable with you guys. So at ease and uninhibited, just like children should be..

It’s a stark contrast to how he grew up and he can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment, of pride, knowing that he isn’t repeating the cycle he swore would die with him.

He’d stopped letting his mind wander to what if futures long ago, but when he did imagine what it’d be like to have a family of his own, this is the kind of peace he longed for. The happy, settled down future he was sure he’d never have.

And you.

Your hand has been mindlessly rubbing the boy's back in an effort to comfort him as he cuddles into you, that never faltering pout pulling every string your heart has as Bucky attends to the girl relaxing in his arms.

"Linc's sad, Mommy," the girl says, pointing at her brother. The title has you swallowing hard, your heart clenching at how sweetly she calls to you.

Linc?... Must've been Bucky, you think briefly before you gently pull him away from you slightly so you can see him better, his bleary blue eyes peering up at you.

"Why are you yelling at Daddy?" he pouts still. Your brows furrow and mouth parts on an inhale, as if you're going to answer him, but nothing comes out as you try and think of what you can say. His innocent question stumping you.

"It's alright, pal, we were just kiddin' around," Bucky offers as he gets closer to you both. You look at him, a bit guilty but thankful for the save.

"Can we have pancakes, Daddy?" the girl asks as she wriggles around like a worm in his hold.

"Pancakes! Please!" Linc smiles as he continues hanging onto you, seemingly happy with Bucky's defense of you - any qualms he had long forgotten as he’s now focused on the mention of pancakes for breakfast.

"Sure," you answer for him, acquiescing easily with a smile before looking to Bucky with wide eyes.

You’re not entirely sure how exactly this all happens, but somehow you end up married with two kids. As shocking as it is, and as confused as you are about how, a part of you is grateful - maybe even happy - that Bucky is here. He may be an ass a lot of the time, overbearing and micromanaging your every move, but you guys have been through hell and back together. Partners from the very start of your time as an Avenger. If you’re being honest, this future makes more sense than you previously wanted to admit.

In an attempt to not freak out the twins, you know you have to play the part. Act like nothing is out of the ordinary and that you are indeed their mom. You are, technically, but you don’t have any idea what the hell you’re doing or what’s wholly needed of you. You’ve nannyed before, though. You know the basics..

"Have we brushed our teeth yet?" you ask the twins, sure the answer is a "no". Your and Bucky's arguing clearly is what woke them up, the yelling must have led them out here from their room.. Rooms?

"Mhm," the girl hums, though just from looking at her, the lie is evident as she avoids looking directly at you.

"Don't lie, Ellie," her brother chastises.

Ellie.. That must've been me, you think with a twitch of a smile before you set Linc down.

"Alright, go with Buc- your dad, and I'll start on the pancakes," you instruct before the twins burst out in giggles. You frown, brows furrowing as you watch them, hoping they'll let you know what exactly is so funny.

"No, we want daddy's pancakes, Mommy!"

"With chocolate chips and syrup!"

"Yeah, they want Daddy's pancakes, Mommy," Bucky taunts with a smirk as you shoot him an annoyed look. He seems a lot more comfortable now than he was a few minutes ago, and you can’t help but notice how easily he seems to be taking this; easing into his role in this place and time. He’s good.

"What's wrong with my pancakes?" you press the toddlers.

"Daddy's are better, but it's okay, your grilled cheese is the best,"

"Yeah! Oh, can we have grilled cheese for lunch, Mommy? Please, please, pleeease," Ellie begs cutely, leaning to you while still in Bucky's hold.

You huff a laugh, agreeing as Bucky sets Ellie down to follow you.

"See if you can find anything," you tell him as you meet his eye before following after the tikes pulling on your hands.

"Don't forget the chocolate, Daddy!"

Bucky watches as you're led to the bathroom before he starts moving around the kitchen. He's about to start looking around for more information on when exactly you are, and the kind of life you’re living, but thinks better of it for now. He'd rather not have two toddlers throw a fit over unfinished pancakes on top of everything else he's trying to wrap his head around at the moment.

He finds the pantry and grabs all the ingredients he needs for his mom's pancake recipe - the one he knows by heart- and gets to work on the batter. The chatter from the kids and you in the bathroom floats into the kitchen and he can’t help but smile at the sound of your voice as you talk to them.

He soon loses himself in the simplicity of the task at hand, and how nice it is to be here like this. He's in pajamas on a Saturday morning, making breakfast for his family as they start their day..

Seems entirely unreal, but a dream nonetheless. And as if that wasn’t enough to have his thoughts in a flurry, he still can't shake the feeling of how nice it was waking up with your soft body pressed against his. Opening his eyes to discover the warmth beside him was you. He was confused at first, wondering when and how you’d gotten into his room, but more so concerned about the why. He watched you for a minute before he noticed the bedding draped over the both of you. It wasn’t his and when he looked around the room, he realized he had no idea where you guys were. You were wrapped around him as you laid together in the comfy king bed, and it took him a second to try to wake you up. He knew he had to, of course, but if he was honest, he didn’t want the feeling to end. Your hold on him was comforting and he was completely at ease in your embrace, circumstances be damned. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in ages.

Though, that wasn’t entirely true. He remembers the last time he felt that way, and of course it was with you. You were stuck in a shoddy motel off the highway during a storm, the crappy jeep you’d been traveling in finally gave out half way through your drive back to the compound and you guys had no choice but to crash for the night. Of course the motel only had one singular room available with one singular bed. After some back and forth, you both decided you’d just share. It was big enough for the two of you, with space in between. When Bucky woke up that next morning, though, he found himself holding you tightly from behind, your arms wrapped over his as you slept peacefully in his embrace. He remembers the heat that crept up his neck and the flurry in his stomach that he still refuses to acknowledge as butterflies. He quickly loosened his hold and slipped away from you before you could even bat an eye. You were still none the wiser. He thought about that morning a lot after it happened.

He wondered what would’ve happened if you had woken up, too. What you would’ve said, what he could’ve said to you if he’d finally gotten out of his own way..

He can’t dwell on it anymore, though. He hasn’t. He won’t.

Except maybe he does.

And seeing as this is your future together, he thinks maybe that’s not as hopelessly embarrassing as he’s made himself believe it is.

And god, the sight of those kids. The warmth that bloomed in his chest as he took in their faces, he honestly was worried he would start crying if he stared too long. He had long given up on the idea of starting a family, he didn't think this life would ever be in the cards for him, and especially not with you.

But as he stood pouring chocolate chip pancake batter into a sizzling pan, he was struck by how right it felt.

Obviously, it wasn't right, neither of you should be here right now, and it made him wonder where exactly the future you and him were.

As soon as the thought went through his head, a tablet he hadn’t taken notice of on the back counter dinged.

He flipped the pancakes before he went to get the pad, taking the tablet in his hands. His face unlocked the device easily and opened up to his email account.

He clicked on the new, unread message from.. you?

—-

Hey Bucky.

Wanda says this is unnecessary but if I know me, I’m still probably freaking out internally. So, just letting you know that everything's fine. Or so she says.

We're gonna be back to our respective places in time come tomorrow.

I know waking up in the future - especially our future - may be hard to wrap your heads around, but it’s a hell of a lot better than waking up alone to a preening Wanda staring at you, trust me.

And you guys aren’t as oblivious as you try to be. You know, deep down, exactly why you’re there. Together. - and why it isn’t all that crazy.

And this goes without saying, but obviously, take care of the kids. Eleanor and Lincoln. If you haven’t found them yet, they’ll find you, I’m sure.

Today at 2pm, you need to drop them off at 7314 Wisteria Drive. That's Steve and Nat's house - so don't make it weird. They're keeping the kids so we can celebrate our anniversary.

Funny how that lines up..

So, anyway, apparently all we need to do on both ends is enjoy the 24 hour downtime. We’ll be waking up in our own beds before we know it.

Okay.

Bye.

(I’d say I love you but I don’t wanna freak you out. x)

—

Bucky just stares down at the email blankly while his brain tries to catch up. He's gonna have to have you read it yourself. Before he can fixate on that last line in particular, he can smell the browning of the pancakes.

His attention quickly returns to the food as he starts to plate it, shutting off the burner. The kiddie plates he finds in a cabinet earn a half smile from him as he cuts up the pancakes for the kids and spots their booster seats, placing the plates before them.

He hears them before he sees them as they come down the hallway, all laughs.

You appear just after they do, a look on your face he can't turn away from. Your soft smile and the adoration swimming in your eyes as you watch your kids, both of them waiting to be lifted up to sit down, is.. beautiful.

He catches himself staring before he turns his focus back to the table, lifting Eleanor into her seat before lifting Lincoln in his, earning a "thank you, daddy," from each of them in return, a wave of astonishment and pride coming over him yet again. He’s not sure if he’ll ever get used to that.

You listen as they talk back and forth about their pancakes and their laughter when they start playing with one another as they eat their lightly syruped bites.

You stand by Bucky, absentmindedly grabbing a pancake and biting into it, stopping almost immediately as the fluffiness catches you off guard. God, they were so right. These are amazing.

"Good, right?" Bucky's voice pulls you back as you swallow your bite.

You lick your lip before looking over at him. "Did you find anything?"

He hands you the tablet and watches as you read the email.

You click your tongue, and then stay silent for a minute.

He almost can’t believe it when you do it, looking at you incredulously once again after you suddenly slap yourself in the face once more.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he bites quietly, moving to stand in front of you and blocking your view of the kids momentarily.

"Just had to make sure," you reply, again cringing at the stinging of your cheek. You eye him before making a move to slap him, too, but he grabs your hand before you can make contact. He looks at you like you're insane as you huff again. "So this is..."

"This is real," he finishes for you. "That hard to believe, huh?"

"That's an understatement. So, I’m not dreaming. But are you sure you’re not dreaming?"

“You think my dreams involve waking up in the future with no memory of what’s gone on between me going to sleep to waking up? That’s a literal nightmare for me. Plus, I learned a while ago how to differentiate between my dreams and reality. Trust me, we’re not dreaming.”

You swallow thickly, an apology on the tip of your tongue. You hadn’t considered that before. Before you can voice your thoughts, though, you're distracted by the interaction between the kids at the table.

"Linc, I'll give you a piece and then you give me one of your piece, okay?"

"You take this one," Linc says as he gives his sister a piece off of his plate and she gives him a piece off of her's.

You can't help but chuckle at the exchange.

"We make cute kids, though," Bucky says, almost under his breath. But you still hear him, and you respond before your brain catches your tongue.

"Yeah, we do."

You push off the counter as Bucky watches you, surprised that you heard him and even more so by your agreement, though it'd be impossible for anyone to argue that your kids aren’t, in fact, ridiculously adorable.

"Do you guys want -"

"Orange juice, please!" Ellie answers before you even finish asking.

"And water, please," Linc follows.

"OJ and water, you got it."

----

You and Bucky get the kids ready to go to Steve and Nat's with minimal arguing... until you had to pack their bags.

What they should or shouldn't take with them was a point of contention as you ridiculed each other's choices. After your bickering and some input from Ellie and Linc, you guys just hoped they had everything they needed. You'd unnecessarily packed them three outfits each just in case of spills or messes and their diaper bag was loaded full, too. Maybe too much for one day, but better safe than sorry, right?

After loading the twins in the car, Bucky followed the GPS to the address you'd left in the email.

When you guys pulled up to the house, you were greeted by Natasha who was unloading groceries from her car. The domestic scene warmed your heart. She deserved the simplicity, the normalcy, and you were happy to know that one day, she’d have it.

She lit up as she saw you guys approaching and came right over, going straight for the back door.

Linc and Ellie were all smiles and giggles as they tried fruitlessly to escape their car seats in favor of being in Nat's arms.

"Bugs!!" Nat greeted them with an enthusiastic smile as she started working on their belts. "I've missed you guys so much! How long has it been? Ten years?"

They laughed in unison at her before Ellie corrected her. "Yesterday, Aunt Nattie!"

"Yesterday?" she questioned in faux disbelief.

She wasn't able to keep up the play, though as the second they were out of their seats, they nearly tackled her.

You watched Steve come outside, coming up to the car with a grin, a girl no more than ten and another toddler, maybe a little older than the twins, in tow.

"Get them inside for me, honey," Nat said to the oldest one. She looked nothing like either of them, dark hair and dark eyes, but still it was clear she was their daughter. The younger one looked like Steve, though, and you wonder briefly if that was just by chance or if they’d had a surrogate. Natasha had talked about the possibility before, and of adopting, but starting a family wasn’t something any of you were actually considering at the time, settling down and having kids wasn't really your focus when you were all trying to make sure the world wouldn’t be ending tomorrow. "We'll be right in. And pick a movie for the sleepover before your Dad does," she pretended to whisper, earning a laugh from the girl as she corralled the kids up the porch.

Nat turned her gaze back on you and Bucky, her stare nothing less than scrutinizing.

"Are you guys in pajamas?" she asked with a raised brow.

"Mh, uh, yeah," you laughed a little breathlessly before looking back at the house, distracted. "They didn't even say bye," you said in your disappointment. You'd only just met the kids, but you felt so instantly connected to them.

"Don't worry about them, they're gonna have fun tonight. And so are you two," she says pointedly, if not a bit suggestively, pulling you from your thoughts. You feel the heat that creeps up your skin and refuse to look at Bucky.

"What are you guys doin' tonight, did you decide?" Steve asks.

"Staying in," Bucky blurts out as you blink and smile. But their faces at that, their smirks of acknowledgement make you grow hotter as you try to not let your embarrassment show.

"Mhm," you hum tight lipped.

It's quiet for a moment as you all watch one another before Steve breaks the silence.

"You guys are acting weird."

"Are we?" you question back too quickly.

"Yeah. You are," Nat says.

"Sugar," Bucky blurts out again. "They're loaded up on sugar. Sorry, they really wanted pancakes this morning. But uh, look, thanks for watching them. We should uh, get going, so.."

"Yeah, we should go," you agree. "What time do you want us to pick them up?"

"We're dropping them off tomorrow afternoon, right?" Steve questioned. "Or did you not want them to go with us?"

"No, oh, right. Duh! I just forgot - that's what we talked about. Because you're taking them to.." you trail off, prompting them.

"The gardens?" Nat finishes.

"Right, yes, the gardens. Which is great. And we appreciate it so much. And if you need anything or anything happens, ya know just call us," you continue on as Bucky starts to pull away. You fight the urge you have to glare at him until you finish your awkward goodbye and Steve and Nat watch you both drive off, clearly confused about the weird interaction.

"Did you miss the part of the email where it explicitly said: don't make it weird?" Bucky asks.

"Fuck off, you were no better," you scowl as you slump in the seat. "What now?"

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[junkdrawerfics]

hello!! i had a request for jasper, if that’s ok? i was thinking about him with an entirely oblivious reader. alice knows they’re meant to be together, and just cannot fathom how reader is this clueless to jasper’s flirting? LMAO esp with that southern charm and the fact that he’s actually talking to someone outside of his family 😭 just know id be blissfully unaware that man’s even interested even if he was breathing down my neck and his family is practically tearing their hair out atp 😭

Jasper Hale X Reader

Summary: You're oblivious. That's it. And it drives the Cullens (+ Bella) crazy. Jasper has to take a far more direct approach to get through to you.

Word Count: 1846

Note: I hope this works for what you were requesting! It was a fun write, I always like playing with different perspectives and even writing scenes without the reader directly in it.

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“Anyone would think they’re dating,” Alice sighs in exasperation.

Bella follows the vampire’s gaze, noticing you and Jasper standing close together at your car. You’re gesturing wildly, eyes wide, excitement pouring off of you like usual. And Jasper’s just listening, a soft smile on his lips, one she’s only ever seen when the blond’s with you.

“Most of the school does,” she corrects, shoving her hands in her pockets, “Jessica brings it up all the time and Angela says she had to fight Eric to keep it out of the paper.”

Alice snorts softly, the sound somehow delicate. The humans love gossiping about their family, a fact that is unchanging wherever they go. She’s heard more than a few rumors about the two of you, and Jasper probably has too. You, however, remain blissfully unaware.

In her entire century of life, she had never met someone so completely oblivious.

“Does she know he’s flirting with her?” Bella asks, her brow furrowing as Jasper tucks a strand of hair behind your ear while you just keep talking a mile a minute, totally unphased. You, the girl who gets flustered at the drop of a hat with everything else.

“Oh, absolutely not,” Alice chirps matter-of-factly, “She has no clue that he likes her. It’s kind of sweet. But also maddening.”

“You’ve seen something about them?”

“Of course I have.” She sighs again, shaking her head. “It’s not even that, though! I don’t need a vision to know they’re perfect for each other. They’re both absolutely smitten with each other, but she’s even more oblivious than you.”

“Hey-!”

Jasper chuckles under his breath. You pause, head tilting as you follow his flickering gaze to the two girls standing at the other side of the lot. Alice has her hands propped on her hip, a smirk adorning her features as Bella turns impossibly red.

Curiosity washes over you. Eagerly, you whip back to Jasper. “What are they talking about?” 

“Bout you and me it seems, and they’re arguin’ about how…observant Bella is,” he murmurs, amusement clear in his tone.

You blink, pursing your lips a little, “They were talking about us?” 

“They were just wonderin’ if we are goin’ to the fall festival,” he lies smoothly. Jasper has no desire to expose you to the ugly rumor mill of this town. “What do you say, darlin? Want to go with me?”

“Yes! Yes, I’d love to! I’ve been thinking about that all week!” You squeak, confusion disappearing just like that.

The smile you give him is so bright, so genuine, it could cripple a weaker man. The blond has to bite his tongue, though, the desire to lean down and kiss you pulling at his chest viciously. He wants to see if your smile tastes as sweet as it looks…

 “We could see if they want to join us!” You continue, clapping your hands like a little kid. “Maybe that’s why they were talking about us. Oh, it’d be so fun to go as a group!”

The groan from across the parking lot is audible even to you.

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“Gaaaahhh-”

Your groan gets cut off when you flop onto your bed and land face first in your fluffy comforter. It practically swallows you whole, you almost wish it would.

Bella watches, lips curling in amusement as she gently drops her backpack down and perches herself at your desk, “Jasper again?”

“-e’s su niiithee,” you whine, voice muffled.

“Try again.”

You turn over on your back, pouting at the ceiling, “He’s so nice.”

“He is.” Bella draws her knees up to prop her chin on and waits. The rant is inevitable.

“No, like, he’s so nice. You don’t understand, Bells.” You throw your arms in the air, letting them fall to the bed dramatically. “I’ve never met someone who’s just so nice. And he’s so pretty and charming and sometimes I just wish I could jump on him and hold on like a koala.”

“You could,” she points out, not missing a beat.

Propping up on your elbows, you can’t help but gasp at her, cheeks going positively red, “No I can’t! That would totally freak him out!”

“I think he’d like it more than you think.”

“Oh my gosh.” Your hands fly to your face, as if covering it will stop the blush from spreading down your neck. “You’re so mean to me, Bells. So crude.”

Bella snorts, “That’s not crude. And you’re oblivious.”

“Hello!” You yelp, sitting up. “Kettle calling the pot black!”

“It’s the other way around, actually.”

“Oh whatever,” you sigh, flopping back down. Your thoughts are always a mess when it comes to Jasper, and everyone teasing you like this doesn’t help. It’s easy when you’re with him, you kind of just forget about it all. He’s your best friend, afterall. A frown pulls at your lips. “And I’m not oblivious. We’re just really close friends. I think I’d know if he liked me or something…”

Bella has never been so close to strangling someone.

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Eventually, a Cullen family meeting has to be held about the issue, despite Jasper’s reluctance.

“She’s clueless,” Bella groans, dropping onto the couch next to Edward.

Emmett snickers from his seat with Rosalie, “I thought we already knew that?”

“We did.” Alice sighs as if she’s mourning the thought. “But we’re afraid it’s worse than we originally thought. The girl is hopeless.”

“She is not,” Jasper chides, lingering on the edge of the group. A part of him doesn’t like having his family in the middle of this. It’s his relationship, or lack thereof. He hates feeling infantilized.

“Hush, Jasper.” Alice waves him off, earning a scowl from the blond. “You’re hopeless in your own ways. This is about (Y/n).”

“So what should we do?”

Jasper forces himself to take a long, calming breath. They mean well, he knows that. They always do. But their methods are usually far too…exaggerated. He might have considered asking for Esme’s advice, perhaps even Carlisle, but not Emmett, and most certainly not Alice. This is his decision to make, and he needs to go about it in his own way.

“Oh! Maybe we can hire someone-”

“That won’t be necessary,” he interrupts, cutting off whatever wild plan Emmett has concocted, drawing the family’s attention to himself. Jasper straightens up, giving them all a pointed look, “This is my business, and I will be taking care of it as I see fit. Thank you for your concern, but it is unnecessary.”

“What are you going to do, honey?” Esme speaks her first words of the evening, voice gentle and unassuming as always.

The blond softens, giving her a faint smile, “I’ll be straight with her.”

“But-” 

“Stay out of it, Alice.” The little ravenette pouts, though her eyes dance with excitement. A little push was all he needed, it seems. “It won’t do me any good if she learns of my feelings from one of you. It needs to be me. Even if I have to lay myself out plain for her to see.”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want, son,” Carlisle hums, relieved to take a step back. He wasn’t a fan of this plan from the start.

“It is.”

And it’s true. At one point, it didn’t feel like he had much control of his life, but now he does. And now he has you. It may just be a ‘matter of time’ thing, according to Alice’s vision, but he wants to do this right, at his own pace. 

Now, it’s just a question of how.

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“Darlin…can we talk?”

“We are talking,” you giggle, writing down another formula.

“I mean a more serious talk.”

You blink, looking up from your chem textbook to meet a pair of nervous, gold eyes. Nervous? Jasper is nervous? Your brows furrow, concern immediately sparking in your chest.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, notes forgotten and thrown to the side. You can always study later. “What’s up, Jasper?”

“Everythin’s alright, just-” Jasper settles on the bed in front of you. He keeps a respectable distance, but reaches across to take your hand in his. You freeze. Eyes wide, you can’t stop yourself from staring at it. Your hands. Together. He’s holding your hand. Why is he holding your hand?

“Darlin?”

“Huh?” Oh right. You drag your gaze back up to him, catching a flicker of an amused smile on his lips. A blush creeps up your neck and you smile apologetically. “Sorry, sorry, um, what’s up?”

“I have something important to tell you,” he explains, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that is far too distracting. 

It helps calm your racing heart, though, because a part of you is terrified. You have no clue what he could possibly want to talk about that would warrant such seriousness. Unconscious, you end up holding your breath, waiting for him to continue.

“I like you, darlin.”

What?

You pause. Process. Confusion swirls through your concern.

“I like you too, Jazz, you’re my best friend,” you chime, tone completely lost and befuddled.

An incredulous laugh breaks past Jasper’s wall of nerves. The tension drips from his shoulders. It’s ridiculous. So ridiculous that he feels like he can finally say everything he’s ever wanted to say.

“I’m ‘fraid you don’t understand, darlin,” he hums, giving you one of those gorgeous, slanted grins that make your heart melt. And the way you cock your head at him, eyes doe-ish and soft, does the exact same thing to him. “I want to take you on a date. I want to open doors for you and walk you to your porch afterwards. Maybe give you a goodnight kiss and watch you go inside. You drive me mad, darlin. I like you so much, it’s taking everythin’ in me not to kiss you right now.”

What?

Your head spins. It’s difficult to even process what he’s saying, everything swimming through your head at a dizzying pace. Maybe you heard him wrong.

“You-” You falter, “You want to- to what?”

Finally.

Jasper smirks, leaning in just enough to make your heart skip erratically, “I want to kiss you sugar. And trust me, it is mighty hard to control myself.”

“Okay um…” You scream silently in your head. Jasper wants to kiss you. Jasper likes you. He likes you. And you like him. “So, you- okay, I have no clue what to do now. I like you too, a lot. Which you probably knew. Wow. I can’t believe I didn’t…”

“Everyone tried tellin’ you,” Jasper chuckles, leaning back.

“I know! I just, I thought they were all teasing me, you know? Cause I like you,” you explain lamely, pouting a bit in disbelief. All this time, you could have just told him! “I just can’t believe how oblivious I was.”

“Trust me, darlin, none of us can. I have one more question for you, though.”

“What?”

“Will you give me the great pleasure of takin’ you on a date?”

You bite your lip, but it does nothing to stop the smile from spreading across them.

“Of course!”

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I hope you guys liked this one! It was a fun one, though it took me a while!

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[kenchosaikuo]

This is my first ever one-shot, fanfic, sort of post so bear with me if it is really bad.

The idea for this is how I think the Across the Spider-verse characters would react to you kissing them with lipstick on. Be warned it will probably be horrifically ooc or maybe it won’t, never tried writing from another characters perspective before. Tried to be gn!Reader but might lean a little more to the feminine side. It’s also not in any particular order.

Miles Morales

This boy would be a mix of nervous and flustered at the same time. Bonus points if you grab his face while you kiss him, he would short circuit in a second. He’d bounce back after a minute but still be pretty flustered, would definitely stumble over his words while trying to act like he’s ok. Would try to hide how red his face is by covering them with his hands, if you pull them away from him. Oh boy. Prepare for the rebooting process. May or may not take longer than 5 minutes. Would probably wash the mark off, y’know because of his parents and all.

“I- Uh- um. T- thank you f-for um.. that. Um. It felt n-nice” “You good baby?” “Y-yea I’m good.” “You stuttering a lot. You sure you’re good babe?” “Yea. Just need a few minutes to reboot”

Gwen Stacy

Would have a more controlled reaction. She would be flustered but wouldn’t show it as much as Miles would. She’d probably get a little red on the ears and on the cheeks but other than that she’d be ok. She might stumble over her words a bit and look away as to hide some embarrassment. Would definitely tell Hobie about what happened and talk about how life is going. Bonus points if you use her own lip stick. Would probably wash the mark off so her dad doesn’t know.

“Dang you got rizz like that” “If it’s making you smile like that, then I guess I do” “Wait is that my lipstick though” “Sure is” “Rizz 9000”

Peter B. Parker

(This is before MJ and Mayday)

I feel like he’d get slightly flustered by it but not so much so to where he would stumble over words. Almost like Gwen. He would pull you in and give you kisses in return too. Whether it be on the forehead, the lips, or anywhere else expect a kiss in return. Would probably tell you to do it again. After a few minutes of sitting on the couch and exchanging little pecks I imagine it would turn into a little movie night with just sitting there and exchanging kiss while the movie plays. Might get distracted when the movie gets good though. Would probably forget about the mark and just leave it there.

“Wait hold on I’m lost. Is she dating him or is she dating the other guy” “Wait what, I thought she was with him and she cheated on him with other guy. Dang it P now I’m confused” “Oh well this movie was confusing anyway. Now where were we?”

Miguel O’Hara

Would enjoy it. Hands down. Would let you do it. Depending on where you kissed him he would have different reactions. So like on the forehead or cheek, the more sweet areas I feel like he’d kiss you back in the same place. If you did it on the lips, depending on the time and place, it could potentially turn into a little make out session. Now, should you do it on the neck you better prepare yourself for when he’s done working. He’d also probably do it back to you as well. I mean he would get his fangs out and bite you, should you wish. He’ll mark you just like you marked him. Depending if the relationship is known or unknown to others depends if he’ll keep the mark there. If the relationship known he’ll keep the mark there until he showers (if even takes a break from his work). If the relationship is unknown he’ll try to keep it there as long as possible but if he’s gotta go that lipstick stain is coming off.

“Hermosa, what did you just do?” “Nothinggg?” “Sure. Come here Hermosa” “Yes?” “*Bites down on readers neck* Now we are even” “How is that anywhere near even”

The Spot

Would probably get real giddy and happy about it. Cause you know like after he got turned into the spot he’d get turned down by a lot of people cause they mean so it would make him happy to know he’s still loved and not considered a monster in one persons eyes. Anyways, he’d be really happy and would make sure to keep the mark on there just in case he runs into the Spider-Man’s so he can show that he’s loved by someone. Would probably look at Miles and flaunt it. Would make sure the mark stays there. If it rubs off he’ll tell you to kiss him with lip stick on again.

“Guess what Miles, I pulled a girl before you ever could, HA, take that. I’ve got more rizz than you and I ain’t even human no more”.

Jessica Drew

(Before the baby and getting married)

Would get a bit embarrassed about it. I feel like she would like it though. Bonus points if you use her lip stick. She’d probably do the same thing though. Just at a different time to catch you off guard and see you get all flustered and embarrassed. She also seems like the type to not just give one kiss but multiple. Kind of like Peter in a sense. If she were to do it back she would do it multiple times in multiple different areas. Would probably keep the mark there for as long as she could.

“My turn!!” “Wait what Jess hold on” “Mwah and mwah” “I was supposed to be the one to catch you off guard” “Haha, nope”

Pavitr Prabhakar

Would be almost as flustered as Miles but be able to handle said flusteredness better. He’d blush and maybe stutter slightly but he’d be able to cope. Would probably also grab a drink of chai so to calm himself down. He would also definitely get romantic when you do kiss him. He’d probably kiss you back too. Definitely get expect everyone to know. Gwen, Miles, Hobie, Peter, Jess, Miguel even. Everyone is gonna know. Would probably keep the mark there for most of the day too.

“Pav did you really need a cup of Chai to calm down” “N-No, I just like the taste of it” “Sure, but you got it just at this moment in time, can’t be a coincidence hmm??” “Anyways so how’ve you beennnn”

Hobie Brown

He’d probably do it right back. He’d take the lip stick and kiss you all the same way you did him. Alongside Pav and Spot he’d flaunt it everywhere he goes. He would not get flustered either, he’d be surprised but not flustered. I’ve the feeling he’d tell you to do it again and again until his face is peppered in lip stick marks. Would definitely leave the lip stick marks there. May or may not avoid taking a shower just so they stay on longer.

Oi!! Whatcha doing there” “Just giving you a little kiss” “Well you’re doing it in the wrong spot mate. It’s supposed to be on the lips not on the cheek” “Or I could not do it at all??” “Alright point taken, go on”

The End :D

It you enjoyed reading that let me know. OH and give me suggestions too and any critiques you might have. Anything that’s helpful to my writing is gladly appreciated.:D

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[radiant-reid]

hopping on the hot wife bandwagon… can you reason a blurb of when it’s y/n and spencer’s wedding day and while they’re having dinner the team finally decided to ask the question they’ve been dying to ask forever, “so how the hell did you to get together?” and they all found out little spencer is actually smooth and flirty

yessss. also this is meant to have the same vibe as JJ's wedding

HIM ^^ always him

Sitting around a large table in Rossi's backyard with the BAU family is exactly where she wants to be for her first meal being married to the love of her life. It's peaceful, personal and nice to see all of her husband's colleagues relaxed for once.

Spencer's as perfect as the day they met, hair parted down the middle and held in place with gel rather than curls messy on top of his head. A thing that's never changed is how in awe of her he is, speechless whenever he looks at her for too long and constantly wondering how he'd ended up with everything he ever wanted sitting next to him.

"You doing okay, handsome?" She whispers, touching his shoulder as she leans over.

He's literally never been better. "Yeah, of course."

"No regret yet?" She jokes.

Spencer grins widely, shaking his head. "Never."

Before they can continue having their moment of intimacy, Emily draws their attention away from each other. "So I've got to know, how did Spencer actually manage to get with someone as hot as you?" She's definitely had a few too many, judging by her slurred speech and bluntness, but the team can't deny they're all thinking it. "No offense, Spence. She is way out of your league, though."

He scoffs playfully. "Thanks." He knows it's true, too, no one has the warm glow and gorgeousness that she has, but he's more than reassured that she's only in love with him.

"Tell us the story." Penelope insists also.

Y/n frowns. "I'm not sure there's much to tell." She admits. It had been one of the best days of her life, of course, but it was also probably the most ordinary day she'd ever had in her time knowing Spencer Reid.

"There's got to be something." JJ tries to nudge her to spill because none of them can imagine how it happened.

"Well, it was at a bar." Y/n starts, immediately stopped by the confused looks on everyone else's faces. "What?"

"Spencer at a bar? Without one of us dragging him there?" Morgan asks incredulously.

Spencer laughs, jumping in to explain that night from his perspective. "You did drag me there." Spencer points out. "You just left early... Jasmine, I think her name was?"

Everyone laughs at that, knowing Morgan's tendencies to be a ladies' man. "Spencer was, I don't know, suave, charming, smooth." She's looking for the right word, but each one doesn't seem impressive enough to describe him.

He's looking at her with puppy dog eyes, totally love-sick. "And handsome." He adds.

"The most handsome." She amends, but when she turns to see the team's reaction, she's shocked by how shocked they look.

"Did you just use the word suave to describe Spencer, or did I imagine that?" Penelope asks, her mouth lingering open. None of them can imagine it. Sure, he's endearing with his awkwardness, but he's terrible with women he's attracted to, to the point of aversion.

They also don't imagine her standards were low, not when she's so immaculate, which makes it even more puzzling that Spencer managed to land her.

Y/n nods. "Yeah." She answers. "He totally charmed me. Honestly, I worried he was a playboy, but I don't think I had any reason to worry."

"You definitely did not." Morgan agrees passionately before he can help himself. "I saw him flirt with a girl in a bar once, he sucked." He exposes Spencer.

"What?" Y/n asks, tipping her head to the side to look at her husband. "What happened to I never do this?" She presses him, voice dropping lower to mimic his from that night.

He holds up his hands defensively. "Technically, I was only successful once."

"When you divorce," Emily interrupts the playful retort Y/n's about to make. "Can I take you out, Y/n?"

Spencer giggles with Y/n at that, and the whole team joins in on the laughter when Morgan jumps in with his offer. "Nuh-uh, if she were going to date anyone else here, it would be me."

While they argue, she rests her head on Spencer's shoulder and whispers that she loves him and his smile only grows bigger.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb

[mvltisstuff]

hi hi! i love reading your works, they’re so good and they have definitely inspired me🥹 don’t forget to take breaks and take care of yourself!🥰

the last request with ‘you belong with me’ made me think about ‘happier’ by olivia rodrigo. if you are taking requests, i got an idea😁

buck x reader where they’re both in a “will they, won’t they” relationship, and everyone in the 118 can see that they both like each other and are rooting for them, but buck and reader are kinda oblivious. when things finally start moving between the two, taylor comes back into buck’s life and they start to date. reader gets distant since she really likes buck, and really thought something was going on between them, and she doesn’t want to ruin his relationship.

cue ‘happier’ and it’s basically the reader’s perspective on what happened (even though buck and reader weren’t dating so it wasn’t really a break up). buck wasn’t 100% into the relationship just like taylor. they kind of just use each other to benefit themselves (ex. buck trying to get over reader since he thinks she doesn’t like him back, taylor getting stories to report). buck notices how reader has changed and gotten distant, so he confronts her, and then feelings explode everywhere.

a little angst and hurt-comfort for buck and reader😋

happier - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @livelovecaliforniadreams

a/n: it makes me so happy that you liked and felt inspired by my writing, it’s my fav thing to hear <33 i hope you enjoy this, it’s a lovely idea and i’m so excited to write it!

the entire firehouse saw the way y/n’s face dropped when taylor walked in with buck. her radiant red locks that curled perfectly onto her shoulders, and her strong, confident demeanor being attractive to any man. you can always tell when buck really loves someone. the way his eyes light up and how he could spill his life story within first talking to them. the comfort he finds in people is quick, but there isn’t a connection stronger than y/n. buck pretends, though.

he hates himself for trying to envision y/n in taylor. their relationship was far from ideal, meaningless sex before interchanging stories about their day. stories for taylor to use, and stories for buck to lust over while trying to forget about y/n. maybe with taylor, he just realized that y/n was only a faint memory in his mind.

she became smaller and smaller in his life, and it silently pained him. she barely said a word to him, not wanting to ruin anything he had going on. between drunken conversations and relentless flirting, it didn’t seem like he wanted her the way she did. he missed their late night texts and pairing up on shifts. he longed for her shoulder to lean on and her guidance to listen to. he wished for her to be his, but she couldn’t be. so, he lay in bed next to the other woman in his life.

it became like a chemical reaction, suddenly exploding all over the place and the mess being near impossible to clean.

y/n had washed all the ash and cleared her body of the dusty uniform. she shoved it all back into her locker, hoping not to see buck and taylor before leaving. just her luck, she was confronted with his arm around her shoulder.

“hey y/n!” he says, excitedly like there’s nothing that could be wrong. it almost makes her smile, seeing how gleeful he is. “leaving already?”

“yeah, i’m just gonna head home instead,” she tells him, his nose scrunching up in confusion.

“you don’t want to get any drinks with us?” taylor asks, tilting her head to show off her blaring stare that drills into y/n. “you guys can give me some inside info on the report i’m running.”

“not tonight, i’m not really feeling up to it.” the longer she stares at the couple, the more she wants to slam her head into her locker. it’s agonizing to watch him slowly fall for another woman and it’s out of her control. it’s even worse for buck to know y/n is slipping away and he can only watch.

she begins to walk past, bucks arm lightly brushing her own and the hand that used to bring comfort only leaves chills down his spine. it may have been safe to say that he officially lost his y/n.

it felt like with losing buck to another woman, everything piled down on top of it. more people were lost on jobs, her family became more distant, and absolutely nothing was the same. usually, she’d have buck to confide in, but he was off being with someone else. y/n missed the way he would look at her, but now his eyes only belong to the glow of taylor. his silly stories and blurbs of thoughts aren’t things that make y/n’s day anymore. instead, taylor receives the words that y/n once claimed as her own.

it didn’t matter if there was a sunny day because somehow, a thick cloud formed over y/n’s head. the things she used to do with ease at work drained her, just wanting to be out of bucks sight and not have to be drowning in her own thoughts.

she doesn’t back down, though. she still shows up to work every single day with the fear of disappointing everyone. so, she gathered around the table with the rest of her team, getting ready to dive into one of bobby’s meals. her friends noticed her silence, not looking at buck or even conversing with him. it was rare to see her in such a state of upset, especially one where she wasn’t leaning on buck for help. they could all see clearly where her mind was.

“i was thinking of taking maddie out somewhere nice this week, any ideas?” chim asks the group, the ones of experienced daters including the infamous buck.

“oh! there’s a lot downtown that women love. i took taylor down there the other day…” the whole sentence drifted off into y/n’s head, pushing the small crumbs around her empty plate. she’d rather watch paint dry than listen to bucks stories about his girlfriend, who should be y/n.

no one really engages in bucks story, besides the new transfers and the probies trying to find out how to make their own lover happy. however, the ones closest to y/n and buck saw right through the little act she had on. leaning back in her chair with a blank expression gave it all away. every word that left bucks mouth, they knew, only left another stab into y/n’s heart.

“i mean, y/n,” buck acknowledges. “you’ve met taylor and maddie, do you know what they’d like?”

y/n glances up at him, just wanting to scream into his ears that taylor’s not the one for him. if she has to shout it to herself in her own head, maybe he deserves to hear it. “maddie would love anything,” she smiles softly, making buck grin at the thought of his loving sister. “i’m sure taylor would too, as long as she can get a good news headline from you.”

heads turn, hens eyes widen a bit as she looks up from her plate. chim stops with a bite in his mouth, his gaze shifting from y/n to buck. buck was just completely lost, thinking y/n thought better of taylor. buck never thought of her using him, but y/n was always the most observant person he knew.

“cap, you all done? i’m gonna start the dishes early tonight.” y/n stands up, smiling brightly at bobby who awkwardly hands his plate over to her. she gathers a few other empty dishes, dropping them into the sink as she desperately creates as much distance from buck as she can.

the rest of the 118 clears out of the kitchen, staying out of y/n’s way knowing that she needs a moment. they can see the tension written all over her face, but they can’t stop buck from waltzing over to her.

“you know you can talk to me right?”

“what do you mean?” she asks.

“c’mon, y/n. i just don’t know why you’d say that in front of everyone. i’m just worried about you.”

“you don’t have to be worried about me.”

“you haven’t talked to me in weeks. or, even since taylor came back.”

she whips her head over to him, beating her eyes into his. “i don’t know if that’s a me-problem.”

“i think it might be,” he squints, watching her turn her head back to the knife she was cleaning the hardened food off. “i’ve tried to connect with you these past few weeks and you aren’t even trying at all.”

“buck, all you talk about is her and how amazing she is. it’s like you completely forgot i existed, or that i even have a life. just think about when she left you in the dust last time and who was there to pick up the pieces. or who was there whenever you got hurt, or needed someone to call. i have never seen her bending herself over backwards to make sure that you’re happy. i’ve never seen her drive herself crazy because of how much she needs you.”

buck can only notice the reflecting light in her eyes only getting stronger by the second. y/n could feel her neck getting hot and her nose start stinging alongside the shakiness in her chin. her vision was continuously blurred as she scrubbed at the serrated blade in her hand, letting it be covered with the soap she could barely see before it just slipped like a feather. despite the long gash on her hand, it still wasn’t worse than the humiliation she felt in front of her favorite person.

she just leaned into the glass wall while sitting on the bench, wrapping her hand out of the gauze to examine the cut she had gotten. the slice to her palm had almost become a faint memory compared to the engraving thoughts in her head.

“it doesn’t look too deep,” she hears the low voice come from the door of the room. “but i can’t see too well from her.”

her head only lifts, but doesn’t turn to look at him. “can i come in, please?” she doesn’t say no, so he takes that as a sign that she won’t attack him if he does. he sits beside her on the bench, closely looking at the cut before covering it again with the bandage and gauze. “we should talk.”

“i don’t know what there is to say.”

“maybe i do, y/n,” he says. “i’m sorry. i never wanted to leave you in the dark but that’s exactly what i did. i just never knew that you really thought that about her.”

“i don’t think it, i see it. i’m not trying to be a bitch, i just want you to be happy.” with me, she thinks. “i didn’t want to flip out or anything. you mean a lot to me and i won’t watch you get hurt again.”

“i know, and i don’t ever want to see you hurt yourself or have someone else hurt you. it doesn’t matter who i’m dating, i’ll never care for you any less.”

she only turns the corner of her lips up; she was wanting a better answer but that’s all she had. all she expected, that it. “i’m probably gonna head home soon. i’m exhausted.”

“i’m gonna get going too, i have to shower and visit maddie,” he stands, brushing his hands on his thighs as he sighs. “love you, i’ll see you tomorrow.” he grins but it almost looks agonizing as he steps out of the door, grabbing his bag and wandering out to the car.

the ride home for both of them was painful silence. buck never thought he’d be in a position where two girls wanted him, or at least loved him. the more he thought about it, did two really love him?

taylor loved the idea of buck. the sexy firefighter with badass stories for the cutthroat journalist. she only understood the outside of buck, the exterior and maybe some of the wounds he had. she would never want to understand his mind.

y/n understood all of it. his beauty, internal and external. she understood his love for the world around him and his nurturing energy. she understood his trauma in the past and put it to ease. she made it feel like more of a past rather than something that still haunts him. she understood his desire to love someone and his craving to be loved. she understood that he was more than just a story to be told, but that he was a man to be cherished and held onto. not one that taylor could easily let go. he feels insane for not seeing the radiant bursts of love that come from y/n, and he feels ridiculous to the fact that he hasn’t given it back. he wants her to be right next to him through everything and he only wants to fight battles with her. she would give up the world for him, so the least he could do is try to give it to her.

a sharp u-turn was what landed him at y/n’s apartment, his hands fluttering together. his heart pounded through his body and into his ears and his spine held a column of anxiety. she could fall into his arms and agree to live long with him, or she could push him further away and he would be too late. there was only one way to find out. y/n was the one waiting at home for him, not taylor.

he cruised up the stairs, easily skipping over each one praying that he didn’t miss his chance to love on her. his feet heavily thumped on the carpeted stairs of the apartment building. it felt like a movie scene, a sickening lead up to a moment that could make or break the story. one to leave the viewers enamored or one that leaves everyone in tears.

he saw the beloved number engraved on her door, knocked in harshly but then slowing down. he came her to confess, not scare her out of her mind.

he taps his feet against the floor, not caring about the other people who might see him pacing around in the inch of space. his heart starts to feel like it’s going to light up into flames when he hears the soft footsteps of y/n come to the door. she swings it open, looking casual but disappointed as ever.

he doesn’t think, he can only move. he’s always been notorious for that, but he knows it’s not a mistake now. it’s what he wants, and what he needs.

“buck?” she questions, only to be instantly cut off by his tall frame walking into her. his hands connect with the sides of her face, cupping her jaw as his soft, pink lips fall into place on hers. she stumbles back at the sudden force of him on her. there’s no time to think, no time for anything but to take the moment for what it is. his lips move smoothly against hers like they were made to kiss from the moment they met. his kiss was like a secret that y/n was dying to keep and she wanted to protect for the rest of her life. it was steamy and hot, but it was equally passionate and warm-hearted.

the seconds that followed were the thing buck feared most. she could freak out at him, or she could accept him and his insurmountable love. he didn’t know what to think when her jaw fell open and she just gandered at him. “what- why? i though-“

“i’m done hiding from who i really want. i’m done being stupid and oblivious to the truth. i’m done keeping you away from me. you’re all i’ve wanted, and i’ve just been so scared to let it happen. i’ve been so scared to love you, but i can’t hold it in anymore.”

y/n runs her hands through her hair, her eyes becoming glossy as she looks up at him. “why are you just saying this now?” she sighs, her exhales coming out strong through her mouth. “i’ve been ruining myself over you!”

“i know, y/n,” he says. “and it was the worst mistake of my life to let you fall behind. and i’ll be damned if i let it happen again. i love you.”

suddenly, the world stopped spinning along with the dread inside of y/n. the weight was lifted off bucks shoulders and he didn’t have to carry it anymore. he didn’t have to take his mask everywhere to pretend he was happy with his situation. he doesn’t have to pretend not to love her anymore. her name sounds better next to his.

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[t3a-tan]

Failed Meeting - The Talk

A heart to heart.

Continuation of this!

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Oliver was pretty upset with James when the human told him what had just transpired. James apologised profusely, but he knew that didn't make it right. Oliver told him not to push it, and he did exactly that…all because he was being selfish.

Oliver left immediately after, presumably taking Sammy back to his home to calm down after James had messed up so badly.

People could be cruel, but it genuinely sickened James to think of who could do such horrible things to not just a child, but a child the size of a finger. All he did for the rest of the day was go over what he had seen and what he had heard, spiralling with thoughts of what might have happened to her.

He was starting to understand why borrowers were raised to be so scared of humans. It was a miracle that Oliver was so calm and patient with him.

Oliver didn't come back for a week, and when he did he made sure to scold James properly.

"I told you that you would meet when she was ready..! I understand that you are happy about her returning to me, and I understand you want to help, but all you've done is made her more scared..!" He began, hands on his hips. Oliver was upset at James, though he did understand the human didn't have bad intentions.

"She's been having nightmares again, nonstop, and not only is that terrifying for her to experience but it hurts me having to watch her go through that. You hurt me by deliberately ignoring my warnings. Do you understand that?" He questioned, letting the hurt seep into his tone to drive home how severe James's actions were.

James kept his head lowered in shame, averting his gaze. He felt awful about it. He knew that if Oliver had gone behind his back and tried to meet his daughter before James was ready he would've been upset too…

"Is…is she okay..?" He asked, unsure if that was pushing it or not. Oliver stopped his rant, hands lowering to his sides. It was hard to stay mad at him— Oliver wasn't someone who held grudges easily, and he really cared about their friendship.

As much as he wanted to continue to vent his frustrations, doing so wouldn't help. He could see by the way James was sitting and how his voice was so meek that the human understood he had made a mistake.

"Other than nightmares, yes. They've been calming down now, which is why I was able to come here and speak with you." He explained, returning to a calmer disposition since yelling wasn't very productive.

James nodded slowly.

"I don't want to be scary. I fucking hate it, Oliver— I-I don't think I'm a bad human, but you're the only borrower who can even tolerate me apparently, and it's just… I don't know. I'm letting you down…" James spoke with an air of sadness and frustration, bouncing his knee anxiously.

Oliver bristled a little at those words. He hadn't really thought about James's perspective in this situation. Oliver was used to being the voice of reason, and used to being trusted, not feared. He hadn't been addressing James's feelings over other borrowers, because he had been focused on trying to prevent another incident.

He supposed some blame should be shouldered by him thanks to that; his pressure to not make a mistake again may have pushed James to want to prove himself more.

"Lean closer." Oliver directed, gesturing for James to lean in. The human finally met his gaze again with confusion, but leaned in nonetheless. Oliver could tell that his eyes were slightly watery, but he didn't mention anything about it, instead walking closer. Oliver placed his hands on either side of James's face, looking into his eyes with a serious expression.

"You do not need to impress me, alright? I am your friend. I will always be your friend, because as much as other borrowers struggle to see it, I can see you are trying so very hard to do the right thing." His gaze softened. "You are a good human, and I am not friends with you because you're perfect— I'm friends with you because I enjoy your company."

Oliver tilted his head.

"You do not have to be some human ambassador for borrower-kind. You don't even have to be an example… I like being your friend because you are funny and intelligent and caring— even though I may struggle to pick up on your humour." He offered a reassuring smile. "I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to be frightened."

James blinked, wondering how on Earth Oliver had picked up on all that from what he had said. He felt denial on the tip of his tongue— he wasn't scared, he was scary. Oliver had it wrong, clearly…

His eyes stung but he wouldn't allow himself to show any weakness.

"Okay." He responded, feeling embarrassed to have his feelings so expertly picked apart. He leaned a little closer, moving his hands to surround Oliver as he ducked his head down, closing his eyes, leaning into the borrower's touch. His words were slightly muffled thanks to his head being down. "Thank you, mate…"

Oliver gently patted James's forehead, thankful that his words had gotten through as intended.

He was determined to make this work.

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[chaosandmarigolds]

Little Dribble, drabble

Ellie is not a morning person normally...so why the sudden change of heart?

Ellie XReader!

warnings? Fluff, nothing really

Shamelessly you were an early bird, as your job required it of you, however on one of the very few days when the clinic was fine on its own and no one in your family was prompted to go on patrol for the foreseeable morning, you could sleep for a solid day and a half. It was a rare occurrence as if you were off your girlfriend certainly wouldn’t be, nor would your father, however, the stars seemed to align on that brisk morning and everyone in your humble and slightly run down (don’t tell Joel such a thing or he'll put you to work on some handyman job) home within the protected walls of Jackson.  

As the first rays of dawn painted streaks of gold across the sky, the soft murmur of birdsong filtered through the open window along with the faint murmur of people going on about their lives, gently rousing the world from its slumber. You thought, as you stretched out your limbs in the cotton sheets you would be welcomed by the sight of said girlfriend (who normally would sleep till noon if one allowed her to do such a thing) however you were met with the sun shining down on an empty spot on the bed. 

With a few confused blinks you move to sit up, not even wanting to think about how you must look in that moment. As your eyes adjusted to the light you saw Ellie sitting on the ground, hunched over her journals and sketchbook as if it were some treasure, “Ells?” It Must have startled the poor woman as she nearly jumped out of her skin at her nickname being merely mumbled

Ellie flashes you a toothy grin and pushes herself up to stand walking over to the bed and collapsing down onto it where her head rested on your thighs, a notebook held in the air- to which you give a confused stare. That triggered her motion to change her hold on it so it wouldn’t be upside down. She watches your expression for a moment with a craned neck and then frowns, “C’mon, gotta give your insights, Doc.” 

You gulp down and look at her, moving your hand from her hair to rub your eyes with a yawn, “It’s a tree. What can I say? It looks… tree-like?” 

“No.” She frowns up at you, taking your hand and aptly putting it back on her head, and then goes back to holding up the notebook, “Do you like it?” 

“I like sleep, and I like it when my girlfriend is asleep with me not huddled in a corner like some crazy person.” 

“Doc…” 

“Geez,” You mumble and then take the notebook with one hand and bring it closer to yourself to see it clearly, and with a content hum, you begin to notice why she was so proud of such a simple thing. The branches held cursive names along the details of the oak, and all of the names held to someone with the walls, each by family or group, so of course at the heart of the tree is where your name lay. 

“Okay, I like this too.”

Ellie beams as your complement breaks the silence of the room, eyes bleary with joy, “Oh?”

With a small shrug you set the book onto her chest and lean over to see her face in a better perspective, a small ghost of a smile on your lips as you see her face go red- you swore you could the smallest of things and she would go as red as the sun. “I’m very flattered.” 

Ellie let out an exasperated chuckle, moving her hand to brush your hair behind your ear, “Should be, spent twenty minutes tryin to make sure it fit right.”

You let out a small giggle and then nod your head slowly, “Maybe we should frame it.” 

“I would rather die than for anyone to see my art.” Her response was immediate and very deadpanned.  

“Oh, yeah? Then maybe I should frame it and put it in the clinic.” 

“Doc, no.” 

AN: first post ever, let me know! :)

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[evanslvr]

Please can I request a smut with sub!Kit Walker x female reader in Briarcliff, where Kit has had a really tough day and ended up strapped down to bed as punishment, and reader, who is another patient, managed to sneak into the cell where he is at and finds Kit broken and absolutely worn out and so she suggests she can help him release some tension, if yk what I mean... 😏

𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑭 - 𝑲𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹

𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻

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y/n perspective:

I was sitting in a dark hallway, waiting for the guard's footsteps to recede into the distance. When they're finally gone, I scramble, running as quietly as possible, down the corridor, to the solitary cell Kit is being kept in. Thank goodness, I had stole a key from one of the nuns, they never even realized. I unlock the door but when I tried opening it, it was extremely heavy, and it takes all of my strength to push it open.

I walk inside, and see him laying there, on the bed, looking very weak. His head instantly popped up as he heard the sound of the door opening, and I can see him relax as soon as he sees that it's me.

"Y/n," he whispers, weakly. "How-how did you get in here?"

"It doesn’t matter, Kit, I’m worried about you." I reply. I walk over to the side of the bed, and sit down, reaching out and stroking his face gently. "You look so exhausted.” I glance at the restraints, that are binding him to the bed, and feel anger building in my chest.

"It's okay," Kit says, reading my expression. "I-I'm okay."

"No, Kit, you’re not okay." I tell him. I stroke his face, then run my hand over his body. I touch the restraints and try to find a way to undo them.

"Don't-" Kit says, "Please. They'll lock you up again if they see you in here, and-and they'll punish you."

I look at him, sadly. I don't want him to be so scared, and worried. He has enough to deal with. "That’s risk im willing to take," I say, softly. "If it means I can help you."

I find the end of one of the restraints, and tug at it, and finally it comes undone. I quickly release the others, and once he is free, I reach out and hold him close, burying my face in his chest. I feel his arms wrap around me, and we just hold each other, for a long time."I don't think I can take much more, Y/n," Kit says, his voice trembling. “I know, Kit..I’m sorry," I reply. He looked so defeated. "It's not your fault, Y/n, not your fault.." He closes his eyes, “But you better leave now before that guard comes back."

"Don't worry about that, Kit, he's busy with someone else right now," I whisper. Kit opened his eyes and looks at me. "Really?" He says, softly. I nod. “I just needed to see you." I reach out again and brush his hair back from his forehead. He closes his eyes once more, leaning into my touch. I plant a small kiss on his forehead, then one on his lips, before pulling away. He looks up at me, a little confused, but then, understanding crosses his face. He smiles. He pulls me closer to him, and I lean down and kiss him again, deeper this time, and I feel his hand running through my hair, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. He kisses me, and then stops.

"You're the only one I can trust in this place, Y/n," He whispers. "I need you so badly."

"I'm here, Kit. Let me take care of you."

I pull him closer, and his hands roam down my body, resting on my hips. I press myself against him, feeling his length grow harder against my thigh. He lets out a soft moan as I slide his pants off, revealing his large cock. It throbs against his stomach. I straddle him, grinding myself against him.

"Y/n," Kit moans, and his eyes roll back in pleasure as he feels my wetness against his tip.

"Yes, Kit," I breathe. I lean down and kiss him again, while slowly guiding his thickness inside me. I gasp, as he enters me. He fills me so completely.

"I-I love you..so much..” Kit whispers. He begins moving his hips up and down, thrusting into me, slowly, his thick length going deeper and deeper. He pulls me down, burying his face in my neck. But he wasn’t going hard just at a regular pace, but I didn’t mind. I wanted all the time I could get with him. "I love you too, Kit." I moan. I begin to move my hips, slowly at first, then faster, pushing down on his length.

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes," I whimper. His grip on my hips tightens, and he pushes into me harder, deeper, making me cry out. "N-n-not too loud, suga, we don’t want them hearin’." He whispers, and I cover my mouth. "S-sorry..." I stutter, and he continues to thrust into me. He moves his head back to my neck, his hot breath against my skin.

"Y/n..." I hear him moan, and I can tell he's getting close. He's breathing heavily, his whole body shuddering with the effort. "Kit, Kit... I'm so close," I whisper. I lean down and kiss him, my hands tangling in his hair, my hips still moving up and down, faster and faster. He's breathing hard, his chest heaving, and I can feel his heart beating rapidly against my breasts. He lets out a groan, and then I feel his cock twitch and his whole body tenses. “Ohh... oh god, Kit.." I cry out, my walls clenching around him, as I reach my own orgasm. He holds me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me. He gasps lightly and I feel his warmth go inside of me, He buries his face in my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin. We stay like this, locked in each other's embrace, panting and gasping for air.

Finally, Kit releases his grip on me, and I roll off of him, laying next to him. "Are you ok, Y/n?" He asks. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say, breathlessly. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. “I just wish we could..leave this place, together.." He whispers, and I rest my head against his chest, sighing softly. "Me too, Kit," I say, few minutes pass and Kit sighs. “What?” I ask. He smiles a little. "You have to leave, Y/n, I don’t want anyone finding you in here, It’s dangerous." He tells me.

I sigh, and sit up, planting a kiss on his lips, before putting my gown back on.

"I know, I know, Kit..”

a/n: this request is so old they probably forgot😭

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[chaosmagicss]

love in the dark (wanda's version)

synopsis: after you break up with her, wanda breaks down.

warnings: break-up, coming out, a lot of tears

words: 1.3k

a/n: ok ok here's the lil tidbit of wanda's perspective cause i need to get it outta my drafts! it’s set right after part 4!! happy reading :)

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“Wanda,” Pietro’s hands are on her upper arms, his eyes trying desperately to catch and hold her own, “what happened? Are you okay?”

“It’s my fault,” is all she can choke out, her vision blurring with tears as she clutches onto the front of her brother’s jacket. “I ruined it. I ruined it—”

“Hey, hey.” She only looks at Pietro when your car disappears, and the second he gets a proper look at her face, he’s pulling her into his chest. She breaks down into sobs, and Wanda latches onto him, hands twisting into the back of his jacket as she buries her face against him. “It’s alright, sestra. Breathe.”

She can feel her mother stroking her hair, nimble fingers working through her brown locks as Pietro holds her, but all she can think about is you and the look on your face as you tried and failed to hold it together.

“Can you tell us what happened, love?” her mother asks in Sokovian once she’s calmed down enough to breathe properly, fingers brushing delicately against her cheek as she leans away from Pietro’s chest.

She doesn’t have the strength to hide any more. “Y/N, she - she broke up with me.”

“Broke up?” Pietro asks, frowning deeply. The confusion in his tone makes Wanda want to cry more, and her face crumples as she nods. She catches her mothers eyes, takes in the almost curious way she’s looking at her, and her heart is pounding so hard she can hear it in her ears.

“I’m—” She chokes, takes an unsteady breath, more tears slipping over her cheeks. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I couldn’t - I didn’t - I’m just—”

“Oh, my darling,” her mother coos, and Wanda all but sinks into her as her shoulders start to shake again, the overwhelming amount of emotions - anxiety and heartache and frustration and fear - inside her bubbling over.

“I’m so sorry, mama,” she chokes out, curling her fingers into the fabric of her mother’s shirt. Her mother just shakes her head softly, gently stroking her back and pressing her lips to her hair.

After a minute or so, Wanda finds herself being led to the couch. She leans her head on her mother’s shoulder when she sits next to her, a hand curled so tightly around the bottle of water that Pietro had fetched for her that she thinks she might break the plastic.

As her heart returns to a normal pace and her soft cries dwindle into sniffles, she lets her eyes close, drinking in the way her mother is stroking her hair and the weight of Pietro’s hand in her own.

“How long were you together?” her mom asks, voice gentle. Wanda sucks in a breath, eyes opening as tears sting at them again.

“Almost five months,” she admits, gaze focused on the magazine sitting atop the coffee table in front of her just because it’s something to look at. Her mother hums softly, but she doesn’t sound angry - something that both soothes and surprises Wanda. She’d expected yelling or at least disappointed looks.

There’s a few seconds of silence, and then, “Is there a reason you didn’t tell us?”

Wanda flexes her jaw, ducking her head a little to hide the way her eyes flood again. “I didn’t… I didn’t want any of you to be - disappointed in me, or, or—”

She cuts herself off when her throat tightens too much for her to speak, a pitiful whimper slipping past her lips. Pietro squeezes her hand gently as her mother shifts a little, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Why would we be disappointed, love?”

“Because - you and father want me to - you have that whole plan with Jarvis and I, but I don’t…” She blows out a harsh breath, works up the courage to look up at her mother. “I don’t love him, mama. I don’t even - I don’t even really like him.”

If she’d been looking at Pietro, she would’ve caught the tiny smile that pulled at his lips, but instead she just catches the reprimanding look that his mother sends him. He mutters an apology, squeezing Wanda’s hand again. Iryna sighs softly, once again tucking long strands of hair behind Wanda’s ear.

“And what about Y/N?” she asks softly. Wanda frowns a little, ignoring the stinging in her eyes that just hearing your name causes. “Do you love her?”

Wanda tightens her jaw, looks away from her mother’s eyes as tears blur her vision. She’s too afraid to open her mouth, knows that all that would come out is a sob. For a second, she tries to convince herself that she doesn’t. But then she thinks back to just last week, the way the words had almost leapt out of her as she came apart for you. She thinks about how she’d almost said them almost two months prior, when you’d been half-asleep on top of her on your couch as some sitcom played on the television.

She thinks about the way your face twists in concentration whenever you do your school work or fix your lacrosse stick. She thinks about the way you figured out the things she’d liked - old sitcoms and having her hair played with and wearing your hoodies and the exact brand and scent of candle she likes to burn - without her ever having to tell you. She thinks about how you listened closely when she told you about her life before America, how you let her toy nervously with your fingers and never once interrupted her or pitied her, how you’d simply said, “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me,” when she’d finished telling you.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, I do.”

Iryna smiles. “Have you told her that?” Wanda shakes her head, lips pursing into a pout as she does so, warding off fresh tears. “Why not?”

“Can’t,” she chokes out. “I can’t. I hurt her too much.”

“Sweetheart.” Her mother’s voice has a touch of sternness to it now, and it prompts Wanda to look at her. “If you really love this girl, you need to tell her. You need to tell that Jarvis boy that you can’t go to prom with him, and you need to tell Y/N that you’re sorry and that you love her.”

Wanda frowns. “But papa—”

“Your father will come around,” her mother interrupts. “I will make him come around.”

Wanda works her jaw, her mind going a million miles an hour. “What—” She sighs. “What if she doesn’t accept my apology? What if she doesn’t - what if I’m too… late?”

Iryna worries her bottom lip with her teeth, taking Wanda’s words into consideration. But then she just sighs a little, offers up a small smile.

“Then at least you’ll know you tried,” she says softly. “It’s always better to know how something turned out than being left to wonder ‘what if’ for your whole life. It’s always better to try and fail then not try at all.”

Wanda nods a little, squeezing her brother’s hand as she rests her head atop of her mother’s shoulder again. She sighs heavily when lips press to the top of her head and a firm hand strokes over her back.

“I’m sorry for making you feel as if you had to keep this from me,” her mother whispers. As Wanda starts to open her mouth, she’s cut off with a, “And don’t you dare tell me it’s alright, because it’s not. Your father and I have been forcing you into a life you don’t want, and it’s not fair to you. I turned a blind eye to how you were feeling, and I’m sorry for that.”

Wanda sniffles. “Thank you for apologising.”

Another soft kiss is pressed against her hair, and the room settles into a comfortable silence. Pietro turns the TV on before he leans back against the couch without ever letting go of her hand, gently tapping along to the music playing from the movie on the screen.

“For the record,” he says after a while, “I never liked Jarvis.”

Wanda can’t help her small laugh even as her mother gasps, only letting go of Wanda to reach over her and smack at Pietro’s arm.

“Pietro!” she scolds, and Wanda grins as she turns to face her brother, who beams back at her.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda fluff #wanda angst #wanda smut #wanda series #j is writing #mine

[lskisms]

friend zone (love zone), s. adamu

syn. carmy stands syd up. you come to the rescue. and so does syd.

gen. romance.

warnings. lapslock intended, sapphic realness.

word count. 0.5k.

note. title from friend zone by ab6ix. prompt taken from this list. please feel free to send in a number + a character from any of the fandoms i write for. you'll get a cute little drabble out of it.

[2:34 pm] syd: do you want to try a bunch of different places with me?

sydney’s text is unexpected, but never, ever unwelcome. you pick it up and read it over, glad for a distraction from the paper you’re currently working on for your shakespeare class (it’s not due for another three weeks, but you want to be done with it sooner rather than later). you’ve been slaving away for hours and your fingers are starting to foreign to yourself after spending so long typing away on your laptop.

[2:35 pm] sure, i need a break from this paper.

[2:35 pm] is there any reason you’re restaurant hopping tho?

your friend’s reply comes a few seconds later.

[2:35 pm] syd: carmy and i have been working on the chaos menu today

[2:35 pm] syd: we were going to cleanse our palettes and get some ideas, but he bailed.

[2:36 pm] syd: i don’t really want to be sitting at these restaurants alone, so you in?

you smile to yourself, closing your laptop and standing up. after you stretch your arms and legs, roll your shoulders back to release tension from your spine, you type back a quick reply, telling her that you’re definitely in. you get dressed in what you think is your cutest cold weather outfit and check yourself in your mirror.

[2:38 pm] syd: okay, cool. meet you in front of kasama.

not even twenty minutes later, you see her leaning against the black brick facade, scrolling through her phone and looking moderately annoyed, no doubt at carmen for bailing. when she hears you approaching, though, she looks up and smiles, waving, which you return. the second you reach her, she kneels down and you look at her, confused.

“sorry. just… your shoelaces are untied. um… i didn’t think you noticed, so… you know… i’m tying them for you,” she says, not even looking up as she brushes off the question she knew was brewing. her fingers move quick and nimble, double knotting your converse without a word, strangely intimate in a way that tying shoelaces shouldn’t be but is because it’s her. the smile she wears when she stands back up is a little shy.

“um… thanks, syd,” you reply, tucking some hair behind your ear.

she nods, looks away, looks back at you. there’s a little tension, but it immediately dissipates when she gets back to the reason for you being here.

“so! like i said, carm and i were going to cleanse our palettes, look for some inspiration for the restaurant, but… yeah, he bailed out on me the second i got here, so…”

carmen, from all the interactions you’ve shared with him (few and far between), is a nice guy, for what it’s worth, if not a little spacy and rough around the edges. you like him well enough, but you can’t help but feel a little annoyed that he left your friend out to dry like this. still, it’s given you an opportunity to spend more time with her.

“well, i don’t know much about food, so…”

“you’re good company and i could use an outsider’s perspective.” syd smiles at you and nods towards the entrance to kasama.

you let her lead the way.

© lskisms 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.

#sydney x reader #syd x reader #sydney adamu x reader #syd adamu x reader #the bear x reader #.thebear #.syd #.fic

[aritamargarita]

Hey bestie, it’s been a while!! I hope your well💗 I saw requests were open and this idea came to me after watching some old segments. Could you do a love triangle between reader, trish stratus, and Jeff Hardy?☺️

hey bestieee im doing well!!! it's been a while indeed :). hope you're doing well too! so sorry this took a while! BUT THIS REQUEST...i can't explain how good this sounds LMAO I WAS LIKE “AHHHH—“...i may have gotten a little out of hand with the sadness on this one? i also kinda based it off this chart , with jeff as A, reader as B, trish as C. reader’s feelings for trish are conflicting and she kinda doesn’t think they’re real, therefore this is very jeff centered. and also kayfabe compliant lol

you guys can have an imagine..as a treat :3 alexa, pls set the tone for us *lights dim dramatically*

YOU FELT SUFFOCATED whenever they were around. You hate Jeff. You hate Trish. You hate both of them. You hate how close they are and you wish they could never see each other again....but sometimes wishes can’t be granted.

"Trish Stratus..she's just horrible, isn't she?"

Victoria’s voice comes from behind you. She sets a neatly manicured hand onto your right shoulder and leans into your ear. “I mean, just look at them.”

You didn’t want to look and she realizes this. Her hand reaches over to grab your face to forcefully turn it in their direction.

They’re standing there, holding hands and talking to each other with the biggest smiles in the world.

“Doesn’t it just make you sick? They’re rubbing it in your face, [Name].” Victoria says. “If I were you, I’d take that pretty little face….and smash it right against the mat.”

You sigh.

Her words were clearly fueled by hate. This wasn’t advice, this was just because she hated Trish. You don’t think you’ll ever get the reason as to why. Even when you accidentally walked in on one of her meltdowns and she babbled to you about how horrible she was, you were still at a loss.

“Just because you have a vendetta against her doesn’t mean that I do. She’s my—“

“We can see it in your eyes!” Stevie Richards appears from out nowhere, startling you. You’re trying to do your makeup, goddamn it. Why’d they have to come and bother you?

You whip your head around to your right. Stevie’s staring at you with nothing but a grin. He sets his hand on your left shoulder and shakes it lightly.

“C’mon. Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows you have a thing for that Hardy guy! Flower is right. I’m sure they make you sick!

Tch. Yeah, right. The only thing that everyone knows is that him and Trish were madly in love all of a sudden. And now that you think about it, the only thing that makes you sick was Stevie always calling Victoria that cheesy nickname.

“Hardy boy,” You correct. “And I don’t have a thing for him.”

You can see the reflection of the other two in the mirror. They’re not very convinced.

It’s not a thing. It never was a thing, you just think Jeff is pretty neat.

To put it in perspective, Jeff Hardy is someone you can rely on. Jeff Hardy is someone you can consider a hero. You really just think he’s neat for saving your neck a few times when it came to people ganging up on you.

And somehow, you feel like you owe him something in return. Him being with Trish only stalled your returning favor even further.

It’s driving you crazy. You haven’t talked to Jeff in days. All you do is avoid him. In other words, you’ve quit him, gone cold turkey.

Those two were getting closer and closer day by day and you just didn’t understand why.

Trish was your friend, best friend, and hadn’t even told you what was going on. The moment you heard the she kissed him right in the middle of the ring had made you really confused, to say the least.

Somehow, you felt yourself harboring some feelings for her as well. It was strange. You don’t really know why, but when Trish had started to tag with you, save you, (stating that she didn't want to see her friend in trouble), and hung around with you backstage, you started to think about her more often.

Things are difficult with her around. Things are difficult with the both of them around.

It’s the reason why you stopped talking to him and limited your interactions with her. This was for your own sanity, even if it wasn’t working out so well.

It truly is hard to believe you could find yourself in this situation.

Lita would constantly tell you how much Jeff missed you. For someone who was supposed to be “resting“and “healing up” because of her injury, she sure was hanging out backstage a lot more lately.

What makes matters worse is that her and Trish were best friends as well, so you’d occasionally hear her pass along messages. Ugh, you really wish she would stop telling you these things. It only makes you feel worse.

“I think you’re lying, [Name].” Victoria outright says. “You like him, no, love him. And seeing that plastic, fake, no good…” She has to stop herself from getting too wound up, taking a breath. “Seeing her makes you angry, doesn’t it?”

She’s right. You hate that she’s right. It does make you angry, but it makes you more sad than anything. You won’t admit it. You refuse.

“What makes me angry is the both of you trying to wind me up.” You throw your lip gloss to the ground. “Let me clarify. I do not and never will have a thing for Jeff Hardy!”

Perhaps your voice was louder than anticipated because suddenly, the hallway had gotten quiet. You had attracted unwanted attention, including looks from Trish and Jeff.

You take a deep breath. Victoria didn’t even know the whole story, so there’s no reason for you to act like this. As long as she hasn’t caught on about your thoughts about Trish, everything is fine and dandy.

Victoria only lets out a cackle, as does Stevie. They just couldn’t help it! The look on your face was just hilarious and you couldn’t have been anymore obvious with your true intentions about him.

Though you want to ask them what the hell was so funny, you realize there’s nothing you can do to save face, so you just storm off. You don’t think you can ever show your face backstage again after that.

The sound of footsteps behind you cause you to stop. “If the both of you are following me, I swear to god, I’ll—“

“It’s neither.” It’s Trish, all dressed up in her red ring gear. Her and Jeff were both dressed up, actually. “Were they bothering you? I can deal with them if you need.”

You wave your hand. “No, it’s no big deal.” In response, she gives you a smile, one that genuinely makes you feel sick.

There’s suddenly a strange tension in the room as Trish lifts up her hand to bite on her index fingernail. There are little details that you feel like you hadn’t noticed about her before in that moment, irrelevant as it was.

The way she curled her hair was different. Maybe it was the amount of lipgloss she applied, which seemed significantly noticeable.

The look on her face gives you the impression she’s not nervous at all, if anything, she seems a bit gleeful. “…So,” You feel like you already know what’s coming as she speaks up. “…I didn’t know you had a thing for Jeff…?”

There’s a teasing tone behind her voice, which makes you just want to quite literally leave the country and change your name. Dramatic, yes, but you feel like this is too much.

“Jeff is,” You have to pause for a minute, trying to phrase things carefully. “He’s cool. What brought you to that conclusion? I don’t have a thing for him..”

Trish probably couldn’t tell that you were in denial. “For one, your obvious yelling in the hallway. But if you say you don’t, I believe you.”

And speak of the devil, because he starts to come over to you two without a care in the world. He reaches out to hold Trish’s hand and you have to turn your attention anywhere but there.

“Hey, [Name].” Jeff greets. Honestly, he’s happy to see you. It’s been too long since you’ve spoken to him.

“Hi.” You come off bitter, but you do your best to mask any of it with a forced smile.

For some reason, Jeff feels like he’s over the moon, even if you had only greeted him. “How are you doing? Lita told me that you weren’t doing so well.“

“She’s not?” Trish turns over to look at you with a frown. “You aren’t? What’s wrong?”

Fucking Lita, again with this! This is exactly why you wish she’d just be quiet. You found yourself in a really awkward place because of her. “She’s wrong. I’m fine, like way fine.”

Jeff nods. On another note, he smelt like so much paint. If you looked closely enough, it was almost like it was fresh. You point this out in attempt to shift the topic. “You painted yourself again, huh? The colors are nice,”

The compliment you had given him about the colors had made him feel as if he was getting somewhere.

“Yeah. Sooner or later, I’ve gotta paint something on you. Pick any color and I’ll do it. Wherever you want.” He says. “You’re the canvas.”

Trish smiles. “He’s really good at it. But he’s also really good at getting it all over me..” She giggles, looking down at her hand.

There was definitely chemistry and you feel like you don’t belong. It pains you. “Hey, I just noticed. Do you two have a match tonight or something?”

“We do!” Trish chimes. “It’s funny you say that. It’s against Victoria and Stevie Richards. Don’t worry, we’ll kick their butt for you. Speaking of which, I think we have to go to gorilla. Let's go, Jeff.”

“Have a good match.” You wave. They both thank you and leave you be, but you can see them talking on their own as they head down the corridor.

You’re alone with your thoughts once more, that is until a sickeningly sweet voice had made you groan.

“Oh sweet, sweet [Name].” Victoria coos, reaching over to caress your cheek. You swipe her hand away and she laughs. “I think that was so rude. The audacity of him, right? Just showing up with her like that in front of you.”

You just stare at her.

She continues on, knowing that she’s got you right where she wants. “Now that you know we have a match against them...come with us.”

It sounds more like a command than a request and she’s smiling all the while. “Having them lose would make them feel like they’ve lost everything."

Is that really true? No, is that what you really want? You're hesitant. “I don’t know, it seems a little—“

She quickly cuts you off. “You can trust me, [Name]. We’re friends.”

Friends. You’ve heard that word a lot lately. But you feel as if you had no other choice, you had to trust Victoria. So, you end up following her to gorilla in hopes of getting what you want.

When it was your turn, commentary referred to you as something akin to a lost puppy. You were clearly hesitating, taking painfully slow steps down the ramp.

Stevie has to rush back to grab you by the arm and pull you down the ramp a bit faster, which makes you yelp. “Ow, ow, ow! You’re grabbing me too tight—!” He pays no mind to your complaint, instead presenting you to the duo in the ring as if you were a trophy.

Trish and Jeff were confused. Really confused. Why were you out here with them? The two pass whispers amongst each other while Stevie joins Victoria in the ring.

You can’t look them in the eye, so you try and focus on Stevie as he’s the one to start the match with Jeff. As soon as they lock up, you let out a shrill for Stevie.

It almost makes Jeff break it up, so Stevie quickly takes advantage and stiffs him a bit. You lean your head onto the apron. It's going to be a long one..

So far, Victoria and Stevie weren’t doing too well. Trish and Jeff were completely dominating them and it makes you irritated. You want to help them out a bit. It’s Victoria and Trish in the ring while Jeff and Stevie were going at it outside.

Trish irish whips Victoria into the corner, and the latter brings up her knee to slam right into Trish’s face. As a rebound, Trish decides to hit the Stratusphere once Victoria starts to climb onto the top rope.

Alright, you can’t keep watching anymore. You absolutely have to interfere! Once she grabs her from off of the ground and starts heading towards the rope, you already know she’s about to do Stratusfaction.

In an attempt to stop her, you hop up onto the apron. The referee tries to stop you from getting in in the meanwhile. It’s clear that she hesitates coming towards your side, which gives Victoria enough time to try and reverse it into a Widow’s Peak.

Trish is able to maneuver her way back out of it though, much to your surprise. And instead of hesitating any further, she grabs Victoria by the back of her hair and uses you as leverage for her finisher. It hurt like hell once you hit the ground.

…Actually, you may have landed wrong. Almost immediately, a shot of pain had shot up your right leg, making you curl up and grab onto it. The crowd to let out a gasp.

‘[Name] falling off the apron, by god, that was a nasty fall!’ JR calls. ‘This may be bad news!’

On the other side of him, Jerry cries out. ‘Oh no! Come over here, [Name]! I’ll nurse it better!’

You don’t know what sucks more, the sound of the bell ringing along with Trish’s theme music or the fact you may have been injured. What if you’re taken off of TV? You feel like you’ll have to share your time off with Lita, who would probably drive you insane the entire time.

This is really bad. What starts to make it worse is that Stevie starts to stomp over to you. You can barely stand, which makes him yank you up harshly. He guided you over to the ring and pushed you in.

Now, you’ll have to answer to Victoria. As you try and use the ropes to get up, she stands over you, jabbing a finger in your face. “What the hell was that, [Name]?!”

“I was trying to help you!” It’s safe to say you’re afraid of Victoria right now. She's so unstable, you hated to be on her bad side. "I was!"

"We LOST!" She screams. "That bitch won! And it's all because of you! Guess what?! You're going to pay!"

Shit. Stevie grabs you and lifts you up, keeping you in a hold so that he’s got your arms hooked behind you. Victoria felt that she had no other choice but to punish you.

She reels her arm back in preparation. On instinct, you close your eyes.

…But nothing ever comes. You hear the crowd begin to cheer louder and you open your eyes to see that Trish had slid back into the ring and knocked her down. They move out of the ring, giving the other two enough space.

Of course, Jeff came back, easily maneuvering over to you and Stevie. He lets you go and you crash onto the ground, only able to watch them go at it.

Your leg was definitely busted. You can barely move! Luckily, the fight between the boys in the ring hadn’t last too long. Stevie rolls out of the ring to escape, while Jeff quickly comes over to you.

“Ya’ alright?”

"Besides my leg feeling like it's broken, sure, I'm alright." You sarcastically remark. He starts to walk and you try to hop along with him. “Dude, you’re going to have to slow down.”

“Sorry.” He quickly apologizes, slowing his speed so that you’re comfortable. You note that he’s not as harsh as Stevie was. He’s trying to guide you to the very edge of the ring.

…But he suddenly stops halfway before you get there. “What’re you doing?” You ask.

Jeff doesn’t reply.

Will he’ll regret this later? It didn’t matter. Before you can question him again, he reaches over to grab your face and brings you in for a quick kiss.

You don’t even know what to do. It was so fast, you didn’t even get the opportunity to decide whether you wanted to kiss back or not.

Perhaps it’s a random act of kindness. Maybe even an act of sympathy? You’re not even sure. You just look dumbfounded.

That’s the first time he’s ever done that. He goes back to helping you out of the ring without a word and you feel like it’s for the best.

Somehow, you have to fight the growing smile on your face, despite how much guilt may lie beneath.

Jeff Hardy is a strange individual, that’s for sure. But you know that he’ll always be a hero at the end of the day.

#i made it a little opened ended #it’s the perfect time to ask for part two hehe. #jeff hardy imagine #jeff hardy x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #trish stratus imagine #trish stratus x reader #wwf imagine #wwf x reader #jeff hardy

[lightfin]

Ok,ok, soooo, just a little thought hear but, my mind was racing around intreaging AU senators to TOA and one piped up in my head.

What if, when Steve, Claire,Douxie,Jim and Toby ( I’m adding Toby because we need a best friends reunion and we were robbed of it. Anyways, whe they fall in the rift what is they got separated, for example Claire and Douxie end up being in the same place with the nights, Toby and Steve are rescued by Claire’s shadow portals in her panic but they end up being flung into a different part of the Forrest perhaps closer to a town or village outside Camelot’s walls but still in its borders, and Jim ends up somewhere entirely different, and wakes up both confused and alone.

I don’t know why, but I thought this was an interesting concept to think about, in a searies point of view rather then just ten eps. For example Claire and Douxie end up descovering the flaws in camalot, the truth behind morgana and just how hatted magic is among Camelot’s people, whilst also finding a way to exit camalot without screwing up the time line and find there friends. Toby and Steve team up and problem solve ways in which they can find the others, learning more about the past, and the perspective outside just camalot, on trolls, and humans alike, the good the bad, and ugly, it even could be that those two run into blinky this time.

And then there’s Jim, ok so I may have made this one a little more dark then it should but bare with me. Jim at first wakes up in the woods, alone, I wanted to explore this because of his time in the dark lands and how he would cope alone again. I changed the shard aspect, rather then it in his amulet, it’s in his shoulder, which is worse because in this AU, the orders shard acts like a poison, slowly working its way to his soal befor corrupting it, but rather then just under Arthur’s control, it slowly takes away his sentience,and with his conection to the amulet, the corruption shows as his armor and body starting to form into one large beast.(I’m sorry, I would never want this for Jim) it would be interesting how he would cope, battling his wild and human instincts, blacking out, and learning things about the gum gums this time, that he had never realised befor. Perhaps leaning more about hedge wizards, trollhunters lor, because I also when’re with in this time daya is not the first trollhunter, only because it makes more scence in construct of time. I am still keeping big distance Cal with Jim , because that’s gold, but this time she through Jim’s predicament builds her strength in helping the future trollhunter in reuniting with the others, both coming to terms with how they are perceived by others as ‘ calamity’ and ‘beast’ on the way. This would explore a versify of different sides of the past, even encountering creatures that are mother troll or human, or anything we’ve scene in cannon, the un scrntiamt creatures.

Also yes they will all end up convening together and having one big happy reunion befor the storm, learning the information about the order they needed,and returning home, but with both good and bad news.

Plus’s this whole past adventure, would take place over the horse of several months, lots more time to uncover the caos and find out how to get home.

Anyways I may wright this but before I do, would anyone be interested in reading something like this that dives more into the past of camalot in and around the castle, some canon elements still standing, I’d appreciate some thoughts, and suggestions to things that may make it more interesting.

#heartstorm #toa trollhunters #trollhunters #jim lake jr #troll jim #claire nuñez #trollhunters toby #douxie #steve palchuk #camelot #time travel #coruption #big floof #angst #toa wizards #wizards tales of arcadia #fanfic ideas

[sinsandsuccubus]

Zoom In - Urban Wyatt

Context: Urban can’t stop looking at you, especially not when he has photos of you.

Warnings: none

Pairings: Urban Wyatt X Reader

A/N: Major shout out to @creme-delacreme for help with this.

Also, listen to “Zoom” by Jessi for a better idea of the concept (she’s a Korean Rap Artist).

Masterlist ☽ ☾

“I see you lookin' at my P-I-C

You can stretch it, stretch it, stretch, stretch it out

I know you like what you see

Zoom in, zoom out”

                                        ☽ ☾

Urban scrolled through Instagram, particularly your profile as he admired your pictures. You were gorgeous in his eyes, always adorning the most stylish outfits with the best taste in shoes. You had a highlight for the music you were listening to, to which he could honestly say he’d fucked with, as the songs fit his taste too. Your smile was contagious and he was more than willing to meet you.

He was dying to meet you.

In your perspective, you were no one special, just an influencer who used her platform to speak her mind and aid others when lacking. You dabbled here n’ there with artists, sometimes helping to write lyrics, other times modeling for shoots or covers. The world knew you as someone you were partially, but not completely.

See, you enjoyed your own space and loved your alone time and privacy. You enjoyed taking in the world, kicking back, and just relaxing. Overall, you were a laid-back individual, and based on your profile as well as Urban’s knowledge of the industry, he knew you were too.

“Dude, why don’t you just slide in her dms or something?” Jack announced leaning over Urban’s shoulder to get a clear look at his phone.

“Don’t scare me like that bro.” Urban looked at Jack over his shoulder, making a stank face.

“Urb… I literally called your name three times. You were in your own little world.” Jack shook his head at his friend, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Why are you being such a pussy?”

“I’m not a pussy.” Urban announced, folding his arms over his chest. Jack raised his eyebrows at his friend, having sat across from him.

“You’ve been basically stalking her for weeks man, looking at the same pictures you’ve liked before. I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t called you out yet.” Jack chuckled, placing a toothpick in his mouth.

“I’m not stalking her, I’m admiring her. There’s a difference.”

“Yeah ah-okay. Just don’t drive yourself crazy.” Jack said, standing up and walking off to his room.

“Where ya going?” Urban asked.

“To handle some business.”

                                        ☽ ☾

To say you expected the message was the least. You didn’t have a clue that Jack Harlow knew who you were. But now you did, the message on your screen confirming it.

JackHarlow: Hey Y/N, I’m Jack.

You looked at the message confused, moving to type a reply.

YourInstagramName: I know who you are Jack Harlow. 😂 I hope you don’t use that pickup line on everyone.

JackHarlow: Aha ha ha. You’re funny.

YourInstagramName: I try to be 💁‍♀️

JackHarlow: Mhm, I can see 😂😂😂

YourInstagramName: May I ask why you’re here? It’s not every day that a major celebrity slides in your Dms for an unknown cause.

JackHarlow: “Major Celebrity”? Don’t hype me up like that.

YourInstagramName: You’re literally every girl’s, and guy’s maybe, crush.

JackHarlow: Am I yours?

You pondered the question, thinking of a reasonable response.

Truthfully, no, he wasn’t your crush - but his bestfriend was. But you weren’t going to tell him that.

YourInstagramName: That’s a trick question. No comment.

JackHarlow: You think you’re slick. Anyway, I wanted to invite you to a little kickback I’m having. Somethin light.

YourInstagramName: Why me?

JackHarlow: Someone special wants you there.

YourInstagramName: Does that happen to be you?

JackHarlow: That’s a trick question. No comment.

YourInstagramName: Get fucked 😂😂😂

JackHarlow: I know someone who would like to by you, and sadly it ain’t me.

You questioned this, wondering who this person was that he was referring to.

YourInstagramName: May I ask who they are?

JackHarlow: You’ll see if you pull up. Here’s my number, I’ll text you the information, I don’t trust insta.

You hearted the text and shot Jack’s number a message. By the end of the night you had a location, time, and an outfit picked out. You were excited and curious.

Who was this person?

                                        ☽ ☾

The kickback was thriving, not a lot of people, but enough people to keep the atmosphere going. The good thing about it was that no cameras were allowed, which allowed you to be free with who you were, not that you weren’t anyway.

You stepped into the house, immediately being surrounded by unfamiliar faces. You navigated your way to a bar-like table, grabbing a cooler off of it before looking around for Jack. You couldn’t seem to find him anywhere, however, someone else found you.

“Excuse me?” You heard a male voice speak before you turned around, looking your celebrity crush straight in the face. There stood Urban Wyatt, with all his glory, looking at you as if you were the only person in the room.

“You’re Y/N, right?” You nodded your head at the question, smiling up at him.

“That’s me. And you’re Urban.”

“Wow ma, you know who I am? I feel honored.” You flushed at his words, maintaining eye contact.

“Well duh, who wouldn’t know who you are? You’re the Urban Wyatt.” You spoke like an announcer, earning a hard laugh from Urban. You moved to hug him, Urban shocked at your sudden movements. You could feel him go stiff briefly before returning the hug with a squeeze.

“It’s nice to meet you Urban.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Y/N.” You both stared at each other for what felt like a while before you were pulled away by another voice.

“Aye, I see you and Urb have met.” Jack said, pulling you into a side hug.

“We have.” You nodded, looking at Urban with a slight smirk. He could have sworn he would have melted right there.

“Good. Cause' I need you to take some photos of us Urb, for the gram of course.” Jack said, wiggling his eyebrows at Urban. Urban immediately looked at his friend with realization - this was a setup.

“Yes! I’d love that, Urban, please? I love your photography, and your bedroomfits account is so cool.” You spoke excitedly.

“Really?”

“Mhm!” You spoke, nodding your head adorably, making Urban flustered.

“I’d be happy to take some photos.”

And that’s how Urban found himself taking some photos of you and Jack amongst a pretty background, capturing you in the most beautiful way. The sun had begun to set, making your skin glow like the beautiful goddess he believed you to be.

“Why don’t you take some photos of just Y/N Urb? I’ll be back.” Jack announced before he moved away, his back disappearing.

“If I hadn’t known any better, I’d think he’d wanted us to be alone.” You laughed, making Urban break into a small sweat and chuckle.

“Haha, yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Anyway, is there any way you’d like for me to pose?” You questioned, waiting for a response.

“Actually, yeah.” Urban suddenly moved towards you, posing your body perfectly for the photos he wanted to take. His touch felt like feathers across your skin, goosebumps spreading across the surface. You could feel his warm breath along your neck, as he moved behind you to help change your body stance in terms of his view, his hands light on your hips.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly in your ear, making your face grow warm.

“Yes.” You spoke softly, hoping he hadn’t heard the slight desperation in your voice.

He totally did.

He then moved back around you swiftly, stepping back to get the perfect angle to get the pictures, moving back towards you every now and then to change your pose.

By the end of the night, you were sitting close to him on a lawn chair, your shoulders touching as you both looked over the photos.

“I’ll edit the background a little bit, but overall, I really like 'em.” Urban spoke, admiring the beautiful photos he took of you.

“Yeah, me too.” You spoke softly, looking at him through his locks. He looked so beautiful like this to you.

His eyes met your graze, and you could have sworn you felt a magnetic pull between the two of you. You swiftly pulled out your phone, immediately pulling up your Instagram.

“I don’t think we follow each other.” To which Urban did the same, pulling up his Instagram to show you.

Except this time it was opened to your page.

“Oh shit-“

“Hmm, looks like we should. Well, you should.” You smirked at him, watching as he quickly hit the follow button. You did the same, holding back a laugh.

“uH, can I have your number? So I can send you the photos? Yeah.” Urban asked, his face flushing with pink.

“Of course.” You two swapped phones, putting in each other’s numbers.

You assigned his name as “Urby 💕📸”, looking out the corner of your eyes to see him blush.

You also watched him as he assigned you a name: “baby mama 💛."

“Baby mama huh? That’s what you tryna make me?”

“In the future yeah.” He chuckled, looking at you.

“Bold. Real bold.” You both laughed at the comment, taking notice to how the moon was out and the party had died down.

“I think it’s time for me to go. I had a great time with you Urban.”

“Yeah, me too Y/N.” He spoke softly, your faces close. You took the opportunity to peck his lips briefly, laughing as he continued to lean forward as you moved back.

“Oh, whoops.” He chuckled, causing you to laugh a little louder.

“Goodnight Urban, I’ll text you.”

And which you did, your name popping up on his phone as he lay in the living room out with Jack. He smiled at his screen, Jack taking notice of his friend’s change in face.

“Did she text you?”

“Yeah, she did.”

baby mama 💛: I had a great time tonight with you, we should do it again sometime. Minus the photos.

You bit your lip, waiting for the three dots across the bottom of your screen to turn into a message.

Urby 💕📸: I’d like that. Tomorrow night, 5pm. Clear the day for me, it’s a date.

He waited for your response, feeling anxious.

baby mama 💛: a date it is.

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#urban wyatt #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt fanfiction #urban wyatt fic #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt scenario #urban wyatt imagine

[kittyball23]

How Viva got separated from Poppy and King Peppy?

Here we are! I did my best :3

Backstory (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Now reunited, Viva explains the reason for her separation from her sister Poppy

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This was fun!

If Viva had been any older, and more aware of things, then maybe she wouldn’t have deemed the situation as such. But, from her perspective, things were a blast. Her mother’s hair, as golden and curled as her own, tickled her on all sides from her tucked spot inside of it. She was bounced as her mother went along, the motions making her giggle, and she could hear the patter of more running footsteps all around her. For a baby of only a couple of years, it sure sounded an awful lot like a game was taking place. Maybe tag! Or something else that was really fun that she still hadn’t learned about yet.

In truth, it was a tag of sorts - only, this group didn’t want to be caught by the ones chasing.

“Find them!” a great voice that felt loud enough to rumble the earth boomed. “We need them all!”

“But, Chef, don’t we have plenty of Trolls for the Trollstice?” another voice asked.

“It sure looked like we did!” a third put in.

An answering growl that was so menacing it could curdle milk and kill flowers responded. It was a growl that sure didn't sound friendly in any way, and Viva could feel an unfamiliar shudder go down her spine. She didn't know what this new emotion she was starting to feel was, but she really didn't like it.

The baby must have whimpered, since she heard her mother hush her the next second.

"Shh, shhh, it's okay, honey. Mommy's here," she cooed. "Just hang in there, okay?"

The familiar soothing voice worked its magic on the baby, and Viva babbled sweetly in reply to her mother, who somehow knew exactly how to get rid of that strange feeling.

Suddenly, she heard her mother addressing the others that were with them.

“Come on, guys! Right over there! You can do it, it’s not much farther. No Troll left behind!”

Viva felt herself being bounced even faster, an indicator that the running had picked up pace, and she couldn’t help giggling a little more at the sensation. But not everyone was sharing in her good mood, it seemed.

“No Troll escapes on MY watch!” the awful, rotten voice screeched out again, somehow managing to sound even more horrible than before.

Unease began to ripple through their companions.

“Oh, no!”

“We’re doomed!”

“They’re going to find us!”

Her mother’s voice cut in, however, hard with determination.

“No, we won’t be found.”

A timid voice suddenly spoke up. “Forgive me for seeming doubtful, Your Majesty, but, how do you know for sure?”

A pause was in the air, and then she responded. “Because I’ll make sure of it.”

It was here that little Viva finally was able to get some visuals to go along with the scene. Her mother reached into her hair and pulled the baby out. Viva blinked up at her with a one-toothed smile.

“Ma-ma!” she chirped.

Her mother smiled down at her, but Viva thought something looked a little different about it. It was like there was a strange, faraway look in her fuschia eyes. But Viva was only a baby, so she couldn’t possibly piece together what it could mean. She had thought - as her mother hugged her tightly to her, kissed her little forehead, and told her she loved her very much - that it was just another display of affection. Her mother then placed her in the grasp of a nearby Troll, who took her with much confusion. But then something seemed to click in the Troll’s head, and he gasped.

“M-my Queen! You can’t possibly be thinking - ?”

“I told you that I’d make sure that nobody gets found,” her mother answered.

“But what about ‘No Troll left behind’?” another asked.

“I’ll be catching up with you, don’t worry. And I’ll make sure the others are safe, too,” her mother replied, confident that she’d be able to retrieve the remaining Trolls trapped at the Trollstice. She caressed her daughter’s cheek one last time, Viva leaning into the touch, and then she was off.

“HEY YOU!” she cried out, waving her hands up above her head towards someone Viva couldn’t see. “Looking for something?”

It was the grotesque voices who responded when the Queen had called out as such.

“Chef! There’s one!”

“Yeah, right there!”

“Well, don’t just stand there, go AFTER IT!”

The Troll that was holding Viva gasped again, and turned them away from the scene. Carrying the baby tightly, he began, along with the other Trolls that were there, to make his way through the piping that they’d hidden themselves inside of. It was a dank, dark passageway that Viva thought smelled kind of funny, but she figured there could be worse things to happen to oneself. As she would one day come to discover this, and fully understand.

“There it is! I see it! The exit!” a Troll suddenly cried out, and indeed, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, both in reality and in a metaphorical sense. This was their ticket to freedom. Sure they’d have to avoid Bergens once they’d reach the outside, but it wouldn’t be as hazardous as it was in the actual castle area.

Trolls who’d been less than optimistic about the whole ordeal suddenly felt their spirits uplift, and excited chatter started up.

“We’re almost there!”

“Oh, thank goodness!”

“Freedom!”

One Troll had gotten the idea to start singing “Celebration,” but before the first notes could be uttered, a terrible, piercing scream echoed through the pipes.

It was high and feminine sounding, and all too much like the Queen’s. The Trolls halted in their tracks with gasps. Surely, it couldn’t actually mean…?

But the Trolls waited, an indefinite amount of time, and nobody else came through the tunnel to join them. The Queen did not rush up to them, out of breath and a little bedraggled, and say that she’d gotten a little caught up in trouble but was fine now. The Queen didn’t come at all.

Viva had been looking down at the tunnel, too, seeing as how her companions were. She’d heard the scream, but hadn’t registered its connection to her mother… at least, until she began to miss her. Viva liked being babysat by other Trolls, but found that even after only a few minutes, she longed for the gentle embrace of the Queen.

“Ma-ma?” she questioned, peering up at the Troll who’d been holding her.

The Troll didn’t respond, too horrified with the realization to even properly inform the little baby of what had happened. But Viva heard a whisper somewhere among the others in the background.

“I don’t think she made it…”

Viva in her innocent mind, didn’t know who the ‘she’ who made ‘what’ was, though she could see that the other Trolls were looking very glum. That feeling from before was returning to her, and she whimpered a little.

“Should we continue looking for the others, Chef?” the group heard one of their pursuers ask faintly through the echoing of the pipes.

“The Bergens in the Banquet Hall are getting rather restless,” the other said. And, if the Trolls actually did strain to listen, they could make out the banging of utensils on the table and a chanting of “We want Trolls! We want Trolls!”

A grumble was heard, and then an answer. “Never mind them! Let them run off back to the Troll Tree. They’ll get eaten, eventually…” An evil chuckle was heard, that started off low and then grew into a sickening laugh. “They’ll ALL get eaten! HAHA!!”

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“So we left. We didn’t go back to the Troll Tree, as much as we wanted to. The Chef was right. We’d all just get eaten on some other Trollstice... We went really far from the Troll Tree, actually, far from Bergen Town, far past the forest until we got here. We were just a few lone refugees who just started a whole new village of our own, and, to honor my mother’s memory, I was raised to follow in her footsteps and become their queen.”

Viva finished recalling the story as best she could. She had, after all, been very young when it all went down, and only had mostly learned of the full story from the other Trolls who’d accompanied her that day.

Standing before her, her sister - Poppy - had an astonished look on her face. The tale was incredible to her, and she could hardly believe it was all true!

“I understand why we didn’t go back to the Troll Tree, but sometimes I really wish that we had, so I at least could’ve been with my sis,” Viva said, smiling a little sadly at the Pop Queen. “It was a little hard to come to terms with not having any family once Putt Putt Village was set up. But, I still made lots of great friends throughout the years.” She shot a sweet smile at Clay - who stood alongside Branch, Spruce, and John Dory - and he blushed.

“Wow,” Poppy finally said, still taking everything in. “My dad - I mean, our dad - he, uh, never told me anything about having a sister…” She reflected on this, realizing that perhaps, like the way he’d hidden the existence of five other musical tribes, it was a difficult subject to touch, and so he’d chosen to not ever discuss it for the sake of not ruining his daughter’s happiness. But Poppy found that she could handle such subjects… now at least, as a grown Troll who’d learned much during her young adulthood. “...He actually led a revolt against the Bergens,” Poppy continued, “I was still a baby when it happened. All the Trolls escaped the Troll Tree through the tunnels, and into the forest.” She went on explaining about their successful 20-year hideout in their home, until the day that Chef had found them and taken her friends to Bergen Town, which, of course, led to events that eventually had the Bergens realize that true happiness had been inside them all along, and they did not need to consume Trolls to find it.

“That is so cool!” Viva said. “So you and the Bergens are friends now?”

Poppy nodded in affirmation. “Yep! We had a wedding take place in their town not too long ago,” she said, sidling up next to Branch.

Viva got excited to hear this. “Awwww, sis, I didn’t know you were married!”

Poppy gasped, and Branch almost felt himself faint when Viva suggested it.

“Oh! N-no, I meant the King and Queen of Bergen Town had a wedding that we went to,” the Pop Queen clarified, feeling the heat of a blush rise onto her face.

“Oh… well, if you say so,” Viva giggled, assessing how flustered Poppy and her boyfriend had gotten over the misunderstanding. “But anyway, that is sooooo great to hear! Our parents sure were brave, huh?” She nudged her sister playfully. “And so are you!”

“You too, Viva!” Poppy exclaimed with her own giggle.

Viva, always seeming a step ahead of Poppy’s boundless joy, giggled and threw her arms around her sister for an enormous hug. “EEEE!” she squealed. “You know what this means, right?”

“What?” Poppy laughed.

“It means it’s time to celebrate!” Viva unclipped her green, grasslike cape, flinging it off to the side and starting to do a little jig. The Putt Putt Trolls recognized their queen getting down and groovy, and started to play some music.

“Come on, Poppy!” she called. “This song’s gonna take two!” She extended her hand towards the Pop Queen, and Poppy could do little more than to jump right in. Now that she had her sister, she would make sure that it would always take the two of them!

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #viva trolls #poppy trolls #branch trolls #clay trolls #spruce trolls #john dory #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

[tennessoui]

The pool boy au was really interesting from a character study perspective. How much more was Obi-Wan actually manipulating from behind the scenes than he actually let on? Was he already putting on an act by the moment he gave Anakin the scotch, or did he start way earlier, like when he was breaking Satine’s glass statues? (Rhetorical question, ofc) If so, sounds appropriately pretentious for a hotshot film director.

I feel like a lot of the things he said were clues that he was not actually pretending to talk to Satine the whole time (for example, how he seemed to be talking to someone a lot more submissive and complacent than Satine is characterized as being). I imagined Satine as another wealthy aristocrat/famous actress with nothing to lose by divorcing him, so I was surprised when he implied that she was a gold digger. I like the room left for doubt and how since Anakin is an unreliable narrator, it’s hard to tell how much he was actually being played.

Also, I feel like Fetish would be the perfect song for this au.

what an excellent ask!!! love ok

for me, obi-wan's character is all about being opportunistic, manipulative, and in control -- i don't think he threw satine's statues in order to get anakin to come looking. i think that was a genuine slip of control where he wanted to break something and there they were: wholly his ex-wife's, wholly things she liked that represented a very unsavory aspect of his marriage. he's not thinking about anakin at all yet...

not until he sees him standing there, shirtless and sweaty like he always fucking is around obi-wan for fucks sake - but now, obi-wan is single, now anakin is of age, it's perfect and obi-wan is an opportunist. i think he decided to fuck anakin right then, but i think everything after was more hastily thrown together.

obi-wan's every action after seeing anakin is just so manipulative--they're the actions of a man who is desperately trying to regain his sense of control. he even asks anakin to walk over broken glass for him to see if he would do it, see how submissive he would be for him (and i think that's the moment obi-wan decides he'll keep him after fucking him)

the scotch is another test, to push his boundaries and see how much he'll bend for obi-wan. i think he's actually probably a little surprised anakin suggests that he pretend to be satine: he just really leans into it because it's an opportunity to dominate the memory of his wife (who was absolutely not as submissive or bitchy as obi-wan tells anakin)

from the moment anakin steps out of the bathroom, i think obi-wan enjoys the night in 2 ways. he's dominating his ex-wife, sort of, and he's fucking the pool boy, who is everything satine isn't: specifically, submissive and willing to go along with everything obi-wan says. so i think he finds pleasure in saying nasty things to anakin about his ex-wife, but i don't think he ever loses track of who is actually in his bed !! he's enjoying anakin too much for that

(but i think he's also really enjoying making anakin confused and dazed and needy by bringing his ex wife back into the picture every so often)

#asks #pool boy au #also nah i dont think satine ever sat on the floor beside obi-wan's arm chair #but obi-wan is in a position where he can create his perfect relationship standards #by implying thaat this is what satine did for him and doesn't anakin want to be satine but better? #which would lead to all manner of kinky things like cockwarming under his desk or hand feeding at the table #obi-wan just acts like either this is normal or this is something anakin can give him that his uptight ex wife wouldn't #in my mind too for backstory i do think satine is more old money and obi-wan new money #so she didn't marry him for money or anything #but tht doesn't mean they never fought about things like that juts to fight #or that obi-wan has never accused her of marrying him to stay relevant or something

[melishade]

“Attack on Prime Autobot Anthology: A New Identity

Main Story

Optimus’ perspective

Mikasa Ackerman

Wheeljack’s Perspective

(This is something I should have done ages ago, and part of me is ashamed that I didn’t do it considering what I know.)

“So your Wrecker unit is considered like the Survey Corps correct?” Hanji asked as she continued to take some notes in the driver’s seat of Wheeljack’s alt mode.

“Did you do dangerous missions that no one would come back from?” Wheeljack asked through the radio.

“Oh, absolutely,” Hanji answered, “Survival rates were in the gutter before Optimus showed up. Hell, even Megatron helped reduce the count.”

“That will never not be shocking,” Wheeljack proclaimed.

“Thanks for taking me to the neutral ship by the way,” Hanji said to Wheeljack.

“You did tackle my hood and begged me to take you,” Wheeljack retorted, recalling how Hanji practically jumped onto the front window with a big grin on her face.

“Sorry, I’m just really excited,” Hanji apologized.

“It’s fine. You’re still a lot of fun,” Wheeljack said.

Hanji smiled a little before returning to her notes. “So back to the Wreckers, they disbanded after Cybertron went dark and you tried to find them before coming to Earth.”

“Yep,” Wheeljack answered. “We used to be a pretty big group from Combiners to Minicons.”

“And Minicons are smaller versions of you guys?” Hanji recalled.

“Yeah,” Wheeljack answered, “We saved a Minicon called Honk when the war started and they were so inspired that they wanted to join our team.”

Hanji paused at that. “They?”

“Yeah, they,” Wheeljack answered.

“Honk’s multiple people?” Hanji asked.

Wheeljack was quiet for a moment before realizing what was happening. “Oh right! You humans have this weird thing about gender!”

“Excuse you?” Hanji was confused.

“Well, from what I understand, you guys have this weird thing about being only mech or femme. Sorry, male or female. On Cybertron, it doesn’t matter. You could be they, it, all of it, none of it,” Wheeljack explained, “I think the humans got better at it now, but I haven’t been paying too much attention to that.”

“So then, Honk goes by ‘they’ and ‘them’?” Hanji asked.

“You got it,” Wheeljack answered, “Humans call it ‘non-binary’. At least that’s what Miko told me.”

Hanji hummed at that as she took some more notes in her notebook. “And non-binary people don’t have a gender?”

“No, it’s like a third gender if that makes sense,” Wheeljack answered, “You’re not a mech of femme. You’re just someone else.”

“Do I have to look a certain way?” Hanji asked.

“No you don’t have to-,” Wheeljack paused at the way Hanji phrased that question, “Something on your mind?”

Hanji thought it over as she tapped her pencil against the notebook. “Guess I’m questioning some childhood and adult related stuff.”

“...my knowledge about this stuff is a tad bit spotty,” Wheeljack proclaimed, “But I can tell you what I know.”

“That...would be great.” Hanji smiled at that.

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Later

Optimus was...a little confused. He had returned from training Eren earlier today because he wanted to collect parts that could be used as resources for the 3D gear. He went to his station where the energon liquefier was to work, but he saw Hanji on the table. She was mumbling to herself as she mulled over notes that were scattered all around her.

“Hey, Chief,” Wheeljack greeted, causing Optimus to turn to the Wrecker. He was leaning against the wall as Hanji’s mumblings continued.

“Hanji’s still on that,” Wheeljack remarked.

“What happened?” Optimus asked.

“...I think I might’ve caused an identity crisis,” Wheeljack answered.

“What?” Optimus snapped his helm to Wheeljack.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Wheeljack insisted.

Optimus’ mouth formed a thin line before he walked into the room. “Commander?”

Hanji snapped her head to Optimus and smiled. “Oh, Optimus hi! Sorry, if I’m a little distracted. I’m just going over notes I took from Wheeljack.”

“Is this about a new project?” Optimus asked.

“No, it’s about the possibility that I might be this thing called ‘non-binary’,” Hanji answered.

Optimus was surprised by Hanji’s answer before turning to Wheeljack, who merely shrugged in response.

“Well, I think,” Hanji continued, “When Wheeljack was explaining what he knew it just got me thinking about my own life. When I was a kid, I never liked dresses or even being a proper lady as my mother put it. I never really conformed to what the Walls wanted me to be as a lady because it just didn’t feel right for me. At the same time, I never felt like a man. I don’t think. I’ve worn suits; I like suits. But never felt the need to do stuff that men do, I guess. I still like how I look. I like my hair. I like my figure and don’t feel the need to change that. Maybe this is just how I feel in my gut. Wheeljack says I don’t have to look a certain way to be non-binary. I can just be me. And I have never known that there was a word for it until Wheeljack told me. There’s actually a word to what I’ve been feeling for a good portion of my life.”

Optimus could see Hanji growing more nervous as they continued. “But part of me wants to be sure? I guess? I mean what if I’m wrong about this? What if I ‘grow out of it’? What if this is sudden and I need more time? If I stay this way, will it affect the way people treat me? How many people would treat me differently? Would I lose friends because of it? I’ve always been seen as the ‘mad scientist’ or a ‘maniac’ but my contributions still mattered. Would people treat me with less respect even though I’m a commander?”

Hanji laughed before continuing. “I just...I’ve never been so...unsure about something like this before.”

Optimus sat down in the makeshift chair and folded his arms on the table. “You are afraid.”

Hanji laid back on the table and looked up at the Prime. “...yeah. I’ve faced titans, but...it’s weird to be afraid of something like this.”

“Change is daunting,” Optimus explained, “You are trying to understand another part of yourself that you might not have considered before, and you are afraid of the consequences of that.”

“Does it make it a bad thing?” Hanji asked, “What if...people think this is a choice? I don’t think it’s a choice...Is it?”

“No, it is who you are,” Optimus declared, “And your identity in this does not change the fact that you are a brilliant mind and a good friend. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side like I always have.”

Hanji felt tears coming out of their eyes and quickly wiped them away. Hanji picked up one of the papers to their notes that had a circle around the question ‘who am I?’. They flapped the paper a little before looking back up at Optimus. “In your all-seeing wisdom, you happen to have some extra information on this, would you?”

“There are a quite a few figures on both Cybertron and Earth who identify as non-binary,” Optimus explained.

“Really?!” Hanji asked excitedly.

Wheeljack could only watch in stunned silence as Optimus explained his knowledge on the matter, with Hanji listening in great interest. The Wrecker couldn’t help but smirk at the sight before leaving the two alone. Only on this world.

=========

A few days later

“Any idea why the Commander called this meeting?” Jean asked as the Survey Corps sat down in the makeshift classroom.

“Maybe it’s a new plan for how to deal with Marley,” Armin suggested, “Or maybe it’s about Hizuru.”

“I’m kind of hoping not,” Eren admitted, “The ambassador still rubs me the wrong way.”

The door opened again and the Survey Corps were surprised to see Nile, Pixis, and Zackley enter the room.

“Sir!” A good portion of the Survey Corps stood up and saluted their superiors.

“I assumed this was a private meeting,” Zackley remarked as they all sat down in the empty chairs that they spotted.

Nile turned his attention to Levi. “Any idea what this is about?”

“Not a clue,” Levi answered as he leaned back in his chair.

“You’re Hanji’s second in command,” Nile retorted.

“Have you actually tried to keep track of Hanji?” Levi shot back.

“...fair enough,” Nile sighed.

Hanji slightly peered inside the room, seeing the Survey Corps and military heads talking with one another. They found themselves flexing their fingers to shake the uneasiness that they were feeling.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Hanji confessed as they turned to Optimus’ holoform.

“You can do this,” Optimus reassured them, placing a hand on their shoulder, “Try to view this as one of your regular meetings.”

“But...it’s not.” Hanji smiled sheepishly, trying to hide their nervousness.

“I know,” Optimus said to them, “But no matter what happens, you will always have me as your ally.”

Hanji smiled at that. “Thanks Optimus. Can you...give me a moment and head inside?”

“Of course,” Optimus answered as he entered the room. They could hear the people in the room asking Optimus questions about their location, but the Prime stated that they would be there momentarily.

Hanji took a deep breath and slapped their cheeks. No turning back now. They were a member of the Survey Corps. They were the Commander! They could do this!

Everyone in the room turn their attention to the door as Hanji walked into the room. Hanji glanced at Optimus, who merely nodded his head in encouragement. The Commander then grabbed some chalk and turned their attention to the board before writing.

“For the past few days, I’ve been on a journey of self-discovery and identity,” Hanji explained, “I have learned that gender is a social construct and that I do not fall into the gender norms set by the Walls.”

“Wait what?” Connie spoke in confusion.

“I do not identify as a man or a woman,” Hanji continued. They finished writing before pointing to the words they wrote. “I am non-binary, and my pronouns are they/them.”

Hanji then pulled out a stopwatch and set the time. “I will now allow three minutes of questions to address confusions.”

Hanji placed the stopwatch on the table. “Go.”

“...huh?” Jean said in confusion. Hanji grew tense when Levi wordlessly got up and left the room. They turned to Optimus, but the Prime merely gave a quiet nod in reassurance. Mikasa raised her hand.

“Yes.” Hanji pointed to her.

“How long have you known?” Mikasa asked.

“I suspected since I was kid, but I didn’t have the proper knowledge until Wheeljack and Optimus told me about it,” Hanji explained.

“Gender is more of a human concept and not common on Cybertron,” Optimus explained, “We have mainly adopted it for human translation.”

“What?” Eren was baffled.

“Oh, me!” Sasha shot her hand up.

“Yes.” Hanji pointed to Sasha.

“So how does...down there work?” Sasha asked.

“My biology does not change in this situation,” Hanji answered.

“But isn’t sex and gender the same thing?” Armin asked.

“Sex is referred to the biological condition while gender is based on the cultural conditions and expectations of a society,” Optimus explained.

“So we will have to start addressing you as ‘they’ in the reports?” Nile asked.

“Is that a problem?” Hanji demanded.

“It’s going to cause some confusion for a while. I just need to be prepared,” Nile explained, “Honestly, this is not even the weirdest thing you’ve done.”

“Was this decision based on anarchy reasons?” Zackley asked.

“It’s based on acceptance of myself,” Hanji explained, “The anarchy I guess is a bonus?”

“I respect both either way,” Zackley proclaimed.

The door opened and Levi walked back into the room with a bucket in his hand. He set the bucket on the table before sitting down in his chair with his arms crossed.

“...okay,” Hanji spoke with uncertainty, “And other questions?”

Floch raised his hand. “What do we call you rank wise?”

“Them?” Jean answered with a guess.

“No, like you’re a Commander, but if ‘sir’ is meant for a man and ‘ma’am’ is meant for a woman, how do we address you?” Floch clarified.

Hanji placed their hand under their chin. “That...is a good question...Commander will work for now until further notice.”

“Thank you,” Floch said.

“Does anything about how you look change?” Eren couldn’t help but ask, “Do you just not look like a male or a female? Can it be both?”

“I can still decide how I want to dress,” Hanji explained, “Besides, I’ve never really dressed like a woman in the first place.”

“...are we going to get in trouble if we call you by your previous ‘pronouns’?” Jean asked, “Cause this might take some getting used to.”

“If it’s by accident, I won’t fault you for it,” Hanji explained.

“That’s dumb,” a scout declared.

“Excuse you?” Hanji demanded.

“It’s dumb,” the scout repeated, “This just some weird concept and you’re a w-,”

Levi shot up, grabbed the bucket, and chucked it at the Scout before he could finish his sentence. The bucket made direct contact with his face, shattering his nose and knocking him to the floor. The soldiers next to him look down in shock, realizing that he was unconscious.

“Anybody else got something to say?” Levi demanded, earning urgent shakes from the others.

“Captain, that was unnecessary,” Optimus proclaimed.

“A point needed to be made,” Levi declared before turning to Hanji. Levi saw the tears of joy in Hanji’s eyes but ignored them for the moment. “Does your hygiene improve in any of this?”

Hanji couldn’t help but laugh with the tears in their eyes. “C’mon Levi, you know me better than that.”

Levi sighed in defeat. “You sure about this? People are going to have shit to say.”

“Probably. I still have questions I don’t have the answer to, but...now I’m sure,” Hanji declared, “Now I am.”

Hanji managed to catch the ghost of a smile on Levi’s face, bring them that much joy. Arcee’s holoform opened the door to the classroom. 

“Sorry I’m late. Wheeljack told me there was a meeting...” Arcee trailed off when she noticed the unconscious soldier on the ground, “What happened?”

“Hanji is a they/them now!” Sasha answered.

“Oh scrap, really? Congrats,” Arcee said.

“Thank you.” Hanji couldn’t help but be choked up at Arcee’s praise.

The day...proceeded as normally as it could be in this situation. Some soldiers gave Hanji weird looks, but quickly stopped once they all heard what Levi had done. Historia and Ymir had provided their congratulations at Hanji’s news. Hanji did send a letter to Erwin; they didn’t know how he would respond. The Autobots caught on quickly with Hanji’s pronoun changes. The Survey Corps struggled a little a quickly apologized for their mistakes but managed to catch on for the most part by the end of the day. 

There was still one hurdle they were certain was going to be an issue.

Hanji was sorting through some of their paperwork to ensure that the documents were getting their pronouns right. It was something they were going to have to watch out for from now on. They didn’t know how much malicious compliance or contempt was going to come their way, so they needed to be prepared. But they were happy.

Hanji heard a knock on their office door and stood up. They walked over to the door and opened it, feeling a little tense when they saw Megatron’s holoform leaning against the wall.

“Oh, it’s you,” Hanji remarked.

“Have you figured out the schedule for the Wrecker and Two-Wheeler?” Megatron demanded.

“Work in progress,” Hanji replied, “I was going on a journey of self-discovery.”

“Really?” Megatron deadpanned, “What could someone like you go on a journey like that for?”

“I’m non-binary. My pronouns are they/them, and you fuck that up even once you can consider our little deal off,” Hanji warned.

Hanji expected the former warlord to bite back. To insult them and not even respect them. But they were surprised to see that Megatron wasn’t even phased by their threat. “That’s it?”

“The fuck do you mean ‘that’s it’,” Hanji demanded, “This was very difficult for me to figure out and even accept.”

“I’m sure the Prime has explained that your human concept of gender is different on Cybertron,” Megatron assumed.

“So you’re completely fine with me being non-binary?” Hanji questioned, “The genocidal maniac that hates humans is fine with my pronouns but not members of my own species? You actually draw the line somewhere?”

“You humans are so primitive.” Megatron sighed as he stood up, “If you have nothing for me, mad scientist, then I’m leaving.”

“I can’t believe you’re the least of my problems today,” Hanji declared.

Megatron rolled his eyes before deactivating the holoform. The Commander then shut the door behind them and...felt a weight lifted off their shoulders. Hanji took a deep breath before smiling in contentment. It was still going to be an uphill battle, but...they had people who gave a damn. That was enough.

(When I first got into Attack on Titan, it was through the anime, and I was introduced to Hanji as she/her. That’s what I wrote for AOP so far. It wasn’t until years later that I learned that Isayama never specified Hanji’s gender, keep it as neutral as possible in the manga, and left it up to the reader’s interpretation. 

...As someone who literally saved Ymir from her fate and tries her best to be as inclusive as possible, this was supposed to be a no fucking brainer for me. And I was definitely not going to do it at the last possible second because that is also another form of a cop out and I refuse that. No. No way. I just wasn’t sure how to introduce it because I assumed with how primitive the Walls are they wouldn’t know what the hell non-binary meant. And then I remembered the Covenant of Primus where Alpha Trion stated that gender was a human concept, and I’m like, ‘Okay I have something’. 

I just hope I did it justice because I am a cis woman and know nothing of the topic! I had to read a bunch of articles and first hand accounts and ask a few people on tumblr. Shout out to @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal @asunnycoffee @justawannabearchaeologist and @echoblaze5 for letting me know if I needed to fix anything. But if I have written anything here that is offensive in any way, please let me know and I will fix it. Thank you so much for reading and now I have to do a shit tone of corrections for future chapters.)

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