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mia-can-yap-too · 1 month ago

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The Ice Queen

synopsis:- After hearing about the Ice King, Rin, with a heart made of ice, the brave but foolish princess, aka you, set off on a quest to "fix him". No one asked you to. Fantasy/Fairytale!AU

warnings:- fluff, crack, sfw, not proofread none of my fics ever are, im so tired man lemme sleep

a/n:- this is NOT based on Frozen mostly because in no way is Sae a good Anna, but rather based on the childhood story 'The Snow Queen'. Also im writing this at a family gathering if that matters

dividers by @/strangergraphics

There was once a faraway kingdom that now most probably houses your local Ikea. The land was blanketed in eternal snow, and no flower bloomed, no sun shone, and the national mood was "leave me alone or perish."

High in the mountains, where the maps stopped trying, lived the legendary Ice King, Rin Itoshi.

He wasn't technically royalty, but his resting bitchface was so powerful it legally made him one.

They say he was cursed by a magical mirror, one that shattered into a thousand peices, and one of those shards lodged itself into Rin's heart, making him cold, aloof, and allergic to love . Others say he became like this after a petty fight with his big brother, but who knows.

Naturally, your response to hearing this was "Bet I can fix him."

You were a princess from a neighboring, much sunnier, land. You weren't the heir, nor the spare. More like the spare tire people keep in the back and then forget about. What you lacked in political relevance, you made up for in delusion, optimistim, and fashion.

You'd heard stories of the Ice King ever since Pop Crave deemed him relevant enough. You'd always imagined he looked like a beautiful villain in a sad romance novel. Icy. Tall. Emotionally unavailable.

And when you finally saw him?

He looked exactly like that, except with longer bottom lashes.

You kissed your 17 cats goodbye and set out from your palace with nothing but a velvet MLP cloak, your royal steed named Alfredo, and a bag of snacks. You braved snowstorms, wolves, a surprisingly violent goose, and also did the ice bucket challenge like three times until you reached the gates to Rin's palace made entirely of ice and dramatics.

You knocked.

Silence.

You knocked again. "HELLO, I'M HERE TO SAVE YOU UTAHIME!"

A voice from inside called out, "Go away or die."

"Is that a maybe?"

The voice sighed. Then Rin opened the doors with the expression of someone who was already regretting it.

"No. That's a restraining order."

Somehow, and because this is a fairytale and nothing makes sense in fairytales, you weaseled your way into staying.

You claimed it was for 'diplomatic reasons', which was actually code for 'I lied and now I live here'.

And Rin... well, he tolerated you.

Somewhat.

He refused to acknowledge you during meals and never responded to your attempts at making small talk over cold soup. Cold because everything had to be cold here, he was just that extra.

"You know, most people would be grateful for a guest."

"You're not a guest. You're an infestation."

"You flirt weird."

He silently crashed out when he found out you put toilet seat warmers on all the toilets, mostly because now he had to aim properly, but he never told you that.

He threatened to freeze your fingers if you touched anything.

Naturally, your response to that was to rearrange the whole throne room.

He wasn't very happy to see pastel curtains and name tags on all his ice gargoyles.

Living with Rin was like cohabiting with a snow leopard—dangerous, cold, and very pretty to look at when he wasn't actively plotting your demise.

He would glide down frozen hallways in long flowing robes, scowl at you for breathing too loud, and vanish into walls of mist when you tried to flirt.

You tried to make him tea once. He looked at it as if you just handed him a dead rat.

"It's chamomile!" you argued.

"It's lukewarm leaf water. You offend me."

Despite his protests, he ended up keeping you around.

He even gave you your own room!

(It was a supply closet. But it had a window. That counted!)

You filled it with sunshine-colored blankets, plushies in every color, and flower-patterned mugs just to spite his icy aesthetic.

You even made him a "#1 Ice Queen" mug to show that you didn't play about him.

He froze it solid.

You still see him using it sometimes.

One day, while exploring the palace (and ignoring every 'DO NOT ENTER' sign), you stumbled across a cracked mirror in a room in which a suspicious number of locks.

Naturally, you touched it.

Naturally, it shattered.

And, naturally, a shard embedded itself into your heart.

Suddenly, you were sarcastic. Apathetic. You wore black eyeliner for no reason and blasted "Emo Girl" by MGK.

The shard even made you say the meanest thing ever.

"Your hair is lowkey giving... lukewarm."

He actually stopped mid-step and blinked.

"...Are you okay?"

You scoff and answer in an icy tone. "I finally see how pathetic this is."

He went very still, and you swear you saw his eye twitching.

"Did you just call me pathetic?!"

Rin didn't get mad.

He got worried.

Panicked, even.

He dragged you to some magical hot spring behind the palace, dumped you into the water like a teabag, and started chanting passive-agressive affirmations.

You, of course, were flailing. "IS THIS A BATH OR A SACRIFICE?!"

"Both, if it works."

After a few minutes of floundering, the curse (and your eyeliner) melted.

You blinked up at him, dazed and wet.

"...Did you just save me?"

Rin rolled his eyes. "No, I like throwing people into boiling water for fun."

Things changed after that.

Very slightly.

Rin still rolled his eyes when you spoke, but he didn't walk away anymore.

He still threatened to freeze your food, but he actually started answering your silly questions too.

You caught him watching you sometimes. Quietly. Curiously. Like you were some rare species of creatures he didn't understand.

You even saw him smile once.

Just once.

It gave you a nosebleed.

"So... do you like me yet?" you asked out of the blue one day.

"No," he deadpanned.

"Liar! You haven't even insulted me today."

"... You look like a talking squirrel."

"There he is."

One night, you saw him looking at the moon all thoughtful and tragic.

You approached, draped in 9 scarves and glitter boots.

"Hey."

"What now." He didn't even spare you a glance.

"Wanna talk about your trauma?"

"I'd rather eat icicles."

"Okay, well, I'd still sit through that dinner just to be near you."

Silence.

Then, he turned to you. Reached up. And tucked a hair out of your face.

LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

"Y-you like me?!"

"You hallucinate." He looked the other way in hopes to hide his own blush.

"You tucked my hair behind my ear!"

"It was in the way."

"Of your feelings?"

...

"You're blushing!"

"No, I'm not."

"You're blushing!"

"NO, I AM NOT—"

Spring retured to the kingdom. The skies turned less gray. The ice palace grew flowers between it's cracks. Rin, without realizing it, started humming when he went on his daily walks of scrutiny.

Eventually, you made him a flower crown. He wore it for full five minutes before yeeting it into a snowdrift.

You made him another one. It now lives on his desk.

You still live in the ice palace. The people have accepted you as the 'Absurd Queen'.

The sun rises there now.

And when you trip on your own cape or yell "BABE!" across the halls, Rin sighs, mutters "OMFG what now..."

But he never tells you to leave.

The End

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cherrygirlfriend · 5 months ago

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ice cold pairing: stanford!bsf!art donaldson x iceskater!reader synopsis: you injure your foot while ice skating, your best friend takes care of you. warnings: fluff! wc: 700 this is very me coded because i literally slipped and injured my foot to the point i couldn't walk properly for two weeks. or the time i fell down the stairs and broke my ankle. bottom line is; i'm as clumsy as the mc of a wattpad story. originally posted 12/19/2024

being on ice felt almost like a second nature to you, and art loved watching you skate, whether it was for an ice show or for a skating competition, watching your white skates almost blending in with the ice as you turned, spun, and jumped in a way that caused his heart to jump in his chest so naturally, he thought that it'd be a great idea to take you out to a skating rink.

you blew on the hot chocolate you held in your hands, covered by a pair of white mittens decorated with adorable pink snowflake patterns, "you do know that i skate every day?" you said with a chuckle, your brows raised and your cheeks stinging from the cold.

"yeah, but you never skate with me." he shrugged, sitting down to put his skates on his feet; honestly, he was sure he was going to fall, not having gone ice skating since he was a teenager himself; he actually had to borrow patrick's ice skates. luckily, they shared the same shoe size.

"have you thought it's because i skate every day?"

"yeah, but you play tennis with me." he quipped back, making you roll your eyes, "i just thought it'd be a fun idea!"

"it is a fun idea." you shrugged, finishing the last of the hot-now-lukewarm chocolate, before placing the mug down, starting to put on your own skates, ones you always wore when you practiced, "i just like giving you shit for no reason."

"of course you do." he chuckled, the two of you making small talk as you tied your respective skates to your feet, hoping the warm liquid would soon start taking effect and warm up your body.

you rose to your feet, holding your hand out to your boyfriend expectantly, "are you ready to embarrass yourself and fall flat on your ass, donaldson?"

"we'll see who's falling flat on their ass."

"did you put a curse on me, or something?" you mumbled, letting out a hiss as you tried to step on your swollen ankle, art stuttering and trying to get you to stop as he sat you down on the bench next to the rink and took off your skate along with wool sock, a nasty, purple spot starting to form on your ankle. "how bad is it?" you asked, and art could tell how desperate you were feeling, how badly you were hoping, praying it wasn't broken.

it all happened in a split second. you'd been doing a pirouette, something you did tens, if not hundreds, of times a day, and suddenly, you were on the ground.

"i'm pretty sure it's just twisted." art said, both of you letting out nearly identical sighs of relief. art, for your health, and you, for your skating.

"thank god." you sighed, "i haven't gotten properly injured while skating since i was, like, thirteen. i have no idea how this happened.

"maybe you just deserved to fall on your ass." art shrugged, causing you to roll your eyes and smacking his arm while exclaiming that he wasn't funny.

the moment you got home, art basically carried you onto the couch while you kept complaining that you were going to be fine, that his fussing wouldn't do any good, but the blonde immediately put three throw pillows under your foot and bringing an ice pack wrapped in a towel, placing it on your slightly swollen ankle.

"i think you should get this checked tomorrow, just in case." art sighed, "i'm just worried-"

you took his hand, bringing it to your lips and placing a small kiss to the back of it, art's eyes widening slightly, "what was that for?"

"for being fussy."

"obviously." he rolled his eyes, "i'm gonna put on some tea, and we can watch anything you want."

"anything?" you asked with a small grin, making him shake his head.

"i'm not watching another low-budget horror movie."

"you said anything!"

and before he knew it, your foot was on art's lap, an ice pack over it as he massaged your ankle, a half-drunk cup of tea, christmas cookies and a bottle of aspirin placed next to the sofa as you snored while cuddling up to a pillow, art's stanford hoodie covering you, while the blonde was trying to ignore hostel still playing on tv, instead focusing on watching your serene face.

#⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ art #old account repost !!!#art donaldson #challengers #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you #art donaldson x female reader #challengers 2024 #challengers movie #challengers fanfiction #challengers fic #challengers fluff #challengers film

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becausegraf · 2 months ago

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Shower thoughts moment about Stolas and Blitz' communication issues.

Something I haven't seen in these discussions before myself (beside the matter of how wishy-washy and overly accommodating Stolas tends to be):

Stolas is *overly polite*, to a degree Blitz simply can't decode the intricacies of it anymore.

His politeness is such an obvious, on-brand part of his behaviour that it gets overlooked as a source of communication issues, and their difference in social 'rank' is connected to this, too.

Tl;dr Stolas' usual cordial manner, overly restrained by the upper class code of conduct he was raised with, makes it very difficult for Blitz to take what he does and says at face-value, and this results in a fundamental unease and distrust on his part.

I was rewatching 'Ozzie's' again, and something occurred to me about their conversation after.

Stolas gets out of the car, probably after quite the long awkward silence. Blitz is clearly stewing in displeasure.

And then, what does he say? What's the kind of message he chooses to send, in-between his invitation?

'Hey Blitz, *thank you for asking me out, this was nice.*'

He doesn't completely skirt around the obvious issue that things ended on a sour note, but he skips over it quickly, in a hurry to avoid seeming unhappy or ungrateful or upset.

Now, after the whole debacle, Blitz knows damn well this was a mess from start to finish. He invited him out on a fake date, couldn't be arsed to really pay attention to him because he was still caught up in his Original Plan of spying on MnM, and not even minutes later, being unable to keep his gob shut, he ends up attracting the attention of everyone and their mama to him and Stolas, to get them both sublimely roasted in public.

'I enjoyed spending time with you', says Stolas.

'Bullshit', thinks Blitz.

No, he didn't. He got dragged into a sassy rogue's hare-brained scheme like the naive princey he is, tidily sat aside while Blitz thoughtlessly treated him like distraction at best, got publicly humiliated by the top dog of the Lust ring to the point of cringeing and hiding away, and got carted on home in a cramped messy car with a thundercloud in the driver's seat.

Stolas' intention isn't to bullshit Blitz. He knows his friend knows he knows this went terribly awry, but in his social circles, something so obvious doesn't have to be stated aloud. It'd even be incredibly unbecoming to complain openly, let alone to have a bitch fit and express frustration the way 'a lower class person' with no filter might.

He can tell Blitz isn't happy with things, and it's perfectly understandable and thoughtful of him to try to think of a way to salvage the evening, rather than to get hung up on whatever the fuck that whole mess just was. He knows Blitz isn't likely to be eager to talk about 'it', whatever 'it' might be, but they don't have to - if they can just spend a bit of time with each other to ensure things are alright between them, they can part ways with some peace of mind.

So that's what he does: he sidles around the unpleasant elephant in the room, like any properly behaved Goetia would, and extends a courteous, polite invitation to wave it all off and have a pleasant evening regardless.

Stolas spent his entire life 'on stage'. He's an actor, both due to a genuine, benign penchant for dramatics, and out of pure necessity to get by when surrounded by high society folk, and living in a household where conflict would be never-ending if he doesn't go out of his way to diplomatically calm things down. He has more than two decades of active training in 'how to ignore the ever-growing pile of crap, and put on your tidiest smile'.

By comparison, Blitz is *explicitly* vocal about what he thinks. The day they met, he wasn't shy at all about telling little Stols that his books are boring, and as an adult he's still impulsive and bluntly honest. He's used to open conflict and butting heads with people, and expects others to 'come and give it to him' if they have a problem.

From Blitz' perspective, Stolas' earnestly motivated behaviour has to come off as a bit 'fake', like an actor walking through a script.

Calling Stolas out by going 'oh come off it, you and I are just sex and nothing else' may sound incredibly blind, or deliberately obtuse, but I think he may have partially meant that to say 'can we not with the whole pretend-nice play acting right now, let me remind you of what's real here, and I'm not in the mood for messing around with whatever you think you're doing here'.

He really doesn't think Stolas inviting him to come in and hang out like friends is genuine, and in a sense - why would he? They just had a disaster of a night, and this weird prissy owl isn't starting a shouting match or crying or bitching about it - clearly he's up to something, but it's for sure not 'in earnest'. If it was, they'd be having an argument, or at the very least be talking about the whole thing.

Heck, the very first time they met was a whole mess of confusing communication, with the very first thing Stolas says to him after closing the door to his room being something straight out of a sexy roleplay. Talk about making a brand new first impression on Blitz as someone who apparently just Does That Kinda Thing like the massive nerd he is.

I really think Blitz struggles to interpret some of Stolas' behaviour correctly, or at least, in the way Stolas is going for. Their social surroundings and habits are so vastly different there really is no meeting in the middle at times. They're not just not on the same page, but reading a whole different novel.

And hey, this goes the other way, too.

During Full Moon, Blitz goes after him when Stolas withdraws from the interaction (which is what you would do if in the middle of a fancy party, your emotions start to boil over - you excuse yourself to have a breakdown where nobody has to be annoyed over it).

Someone following him when he departs can either mean they care about what's going on and are invested enough to want to be there while he's upset, OR it's a case of someone like Stella just not being done ripping him a new one. The way Blitz comports himself does *not* make it one bit clear that him chasing after Stolas is 'because he cares', not when mister hot-headed 'I turn fear into fury' Blitz is going off on a hostile tirade.

'LET'S GO!!' he shouts.

It's literally a case of someone screaming to be engaged with. 'Get back here you bastard we're not DONE.'

This is Blitz 'being real' with people, as unpleasant and aggressive (and in its own way a defensive front) as it is. This is Blitz ready to tear through the haze of indirect, vague communication, expecting, wanting Stolas to stop running, turn around, and give him a piece of his mind properly. If Stolas is upset, angry, hurt... he should just say so, damnit!

That's the social rules he lives by: you throw out a provocation, and the other party responds in the same way, clapping back with whatever crap it is that's got their panties in a twist, and whatever comes out of such a tiff would at least register as 'honest' to someone like Blitz.

This is how he interacts with Verosika. It's how he interacts with Fizz during their conflicts. It's how Barbie interacts with him. It's just 'how you do things' by Blitz' script.

*None* of that aligns with Stolas' expectations or understanding. To him, acting like that is just rude, aggressive, and mean, and he's not the kind of person to match that energy in kind.

And this is where in Apology Tour, there is a noticeable and critical change in Stolas' behaviour: for the first time, he gets *snarky*.

He shows Blitz his disapproval, his impatience, his frustration. He blocks him off, pushes back, argues with him. He legit gives Blitz 'a bit of a hard time', well-deservedly, even if for the most part he's still aiming to cut communication short and go back to handling his feelings in private.

Later at night during the party, when he's drunk off his ass and his usual patience and self-control are running on fumes, Blitz approaches him rather demurely, ready to at least try to make amends. It's at this point that Stolas' communication turns into a style Blitz understands: blunt, expressive, and unrestrained. He finally stops holding back, and lets his feelings, notably anger and hurt, show plainly.

Snark and sarcasm, immediate clap-backs - that's the language Blitz speaks fluently. That's what, to him, registers as 'honest', as real, as true. That is the point at which he no longer has any instinctive reason to think Stolas is just putting on a fancy show, because that's how 'normal people talk'.

I very much think that as much as Blitz already had intense latent feelings for him, it's the point at which Stolas showed him something 'real', something relatable and understandable and trustworthy, that the imp fell even harder for him.

It broke through the distortion caused by Stolas constantly holding back, and Blitz being quite aware that Stolas, in a sense, constantly put on a performance for him.

In short...

Stolas claims Blitz is the person he can 'be himself with' the most, but I truly think it took until Apology Tour before he started breaking down his own walls of reticence and distance. They've only *just* gotten started, but this tiny bit of change that already started before Mastermind is a sign that things can absolutely go into a better direction with them.

#helluva boss #blitzo #stolas #stolitz

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theglitterypages · 10 months ago

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Self Control

Katsuki knows that self control is not something he is good at, he has a hot temper and he rarely speak without a scowl or shout. But it's not the worst example of his lack of self control.

He was silently sat in his office as he spins the phone in his hand like a fidget spinner, contemplating whether he should give in to his greed or try to not give away himself but after a couple of minutes debating with himself, he decided to give in to his selfish need.

He pressed dial and it wasn't long until somebody picks up.

"Kacchan? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Katsuki held the phone tightly against his ear, his heart beating fast out of anticipation. "Where are you?" he asked with a low growl, trying to act normal, right, this is how he is with everyone right? Not soft, but tough. "Oh I'm on my way to your office now, I brought us lunch." Katsuki's eyes widened when you suddenly came in holding two lunch boxes in your hand with a grin.

He ended the call and rolled his eyes as he walks toward you, taking the lunch boxes away from you. "You're my secretary, not my personal cook. We could've just ordered or somethin'." he clicked his tongue, sitting down at the couch while you settle down beside him with a soft chuckle, ignoring the rough attitude.

"Oh come on, we both know it's not healthy. Plus, I also bought some lunch to Ni-chan, I figured I'd give you something too." you told him, giving him a spoon and fork so he could start digging in.

Katsuki finds himself watching you as you took your first bite, so, you went to see your brother. Now, that is what he needed exactly to remind himself why he needs to chill and practice self control. "How's Izuku?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the way your knees brushed against each other, since when did his couch in the office got so tiny? He couldn't properly savor the meal you cooked because your whole existence is making his senses go haywire, did you change your shampoo? And why is your hair put up? Why is your neckline exposed like that? Why is it that-

"Kacchan?"

Katsuki jerked out of his thoughts when you snapped your fingers in front of his face, "What?" he didn't mean to say it a little harshly but he saw that you were taken aback, you withdrew your hands away from his face with a defeated sigh, as if burnt by a raging hot fire. "N-Nothing, I'm sorry. Just call me if you need something." you immediately clean after yourself and exit his office while Katsuki groaned out of frustration, noticing the tears threatening to fall in your eyes but he couldn't do anything to stop you from leaving his office.

"Fucking hell." he buried his face in his hands and let out a muffled scream.

He didn't mean that, no, but he had to do his best to try and put up an act. This is him trying to control himself, he needs to get back to his senses, he should've know that it's a bad idea for him to hire you as his secretary, but no, he gave in to his own desire to keep you close and now it's becoming his own torture.

He can't bring himself to pursue you, no, he can't do that to Izuku, or maybe it's not really the bro code that he's being wary of, maybe it's your rejection that he's running away from. Because why would you even want anything to do with him? He knew that Izuku has forgiven him for all of the things they went through as children but what about you? What if you're still seeing him as your big brother's bully?

He banged his head on the table, he needs distraction, or else he'd storm out of this office to find you to just hold you tightly in his arms and never let go.

You were teary eyed when you left Katsuki's office, did you do anything wrong? You thought you two are becoming closer, but how come he's all snappy again? Well you always knew how unpredictable his mood is, but a part of you hoped that Katsuki would care to not snap at you the way he does with everybody else.

"YN?"

You looked up and saw Shoto looking down at you worriedly, "Hey…" you greeted, hoping that he won't noticed the dried tears on your cheeks, but when you felt his thumbs wiped your cheeks, you knew that you failed to hide your sadness with your fake smile.

Shoto looked around, "Is he mean today?" he asked, gently patting your head before pulling you in for a hug. You shook your head and held onto his shirt. "J-Just the usual…I'm just being a little sensitive today, I guess." you told him and Shoto gently rubbed your back.

"You should've worked with me." he joked, trying to lighten up the mood and you pulled away from him with a chuckle, "I should've…I was just too stubborn." Shoto sighs, well, he's not one to understand this kins of sacrifice, but he tries, and he sees how much you want to work with Katsuki to stay close and support him, and he knows exactly why. "Mina's having a party tonight, come with me, the girls can probably help you with this." you smiled at Shoto and hugged him tightly, you know that he's awkward, but since he knows your real feelings for Katsuki he tries to ease your struggles by just listening and you're thankful for that.

"Thanks, Sho."

Shoto smiled. "I can't do much so I think you'll be better to find someone who can relate since all I can do is listen." he pat your head once again and looked at the closed door of Katsuki's office, "I'll talk to your boss now." you just nodded and sat back down on your seat, scrolling through your phone to send a text message to Mina and the others to inform them that you'll be at the party tonight.

"EHHH?!"

The girls had the same reaction when you told them about your feelings for Katsuki, none of you can speak for a few minutes all of the girls are trying to find reasons as to why you've fallen in love with Bakugo Katsuki. Ochaco was the first one to break the silence, her fingers on her chin as she looks at you with a surprised look. "You know, I used to think you'd fall for Todoroki-kun rather than Bakugo-kun." she told you as before she closed Mina's wide open mouth.

Momo nodded in acknowledgement, recalling the times where you and Katsuki would often scream at each other while you were all sweet and calm with Shoto, for years of being your friends, the girls genuinely believed that it will be you and Shoto. "And you guys are pretty close aren't you? In fact there were rumours that you were dating." you sighed, you are seen with Shoto in public a lot of times, but it was because he gives an effort to try and distract you from your inner struggles because of your feelings for Katsuki.

"Ehhh, what a shame, we thought you guys came together here to announce your relationship officially or something."

Momo giggled and then others followed, "Oh come on guys, you're forgetting my real issue." you groaned as you took another shot of tequila. You were well aware of the attention that you get when you hang out with Shoto but you never knew that the girls actually thought that you are together. It was frustrating, really if you were being honest, Shoto was the man of your dreams, the typical prince that you used to dream of marrying as a kid but reality is far from princess, knights, and castles. And in this reality your heart is not stolen by a prince but a raging man disguised as a dragon.

"I mean this could actually help." Mina comforted you as the other girls squeezed you with their hugs, whispering sweet nothings to make you feel better.

"We'll make sure that we'll find out if he likes your if he's still a jerk after all these years."

With all honesty you were just hoping that they'd listen to you, it's not like you want to do anything to let him know about your feelings, especially that your friendship and his friendship with your brother will be at risk but you forgot how enthusiastic Mina is when playing the matchmaker and now you're scared of whatever she was planning next and so the next thing you knew, Mina dragged Shoto towards you with a smirk that could only mean embarassment or trouble for you.

"Kirishima is on the way with Bakugo why don't you guys wait for them here in the couch together?" Shoto was forced to sit down beside you and you looked at the other girls silently begging for help. Shoto on the other hand is just drinking quietly, having no idea of Mina's scheme.

Kirishima went through hell just to convince Katsuki to come and join the party, "I've got morning patrol you shitty fuck." the blond complained as they arrived but despite his death glares and never ending curses, Kirishima didn't let himself given for he was more scared of getting beat up by Mina if he won't succeed in bringing Katsuki in for tonight's party.

"Just loosen up will 'ya?!" Kirishima made his way through the crowd, dragging the complaining Katsuki with him but the blond froze midway, making the red head turn towards him. "Come on, dude. We're already here! It's too late to back down!" Kirishima pulled his friend but Katsuki was still staring at something or maybe someone…

When Kirishima followed Katsuki's gaze, he can now fully understand why the blond was frozen in his place. Even with the flashing lights and the crowded place, he was able to see what Katsuki was looking at.

Shoto was slow dancing with you, his hands on your waist, while your hands were wrapped around his nape. Faces close to each other, forehead and nose tips almost touching, it looks so intimate.

Katsuki could feel his world crumble at that moment, and he wanted to run as far as he could but he couldn't especially when he heard Mina's enthusiastic voice yelling for him and Kirishima. The red head looked at him apologetically, "Sorry dude. I didn't know they'd be here." Katsuki said nothing and went straight to grab a drink but even as he settled down on the couch nearby, his eyes was still fixed on you and Shoto.

His eyes scanned how you seem to be so relaxed in Shoto's touches and in his arms, for fucks sake you were even smiling, and he feels like in your world, there's no place for him, no place for Katsuki because everything is reserved and dedicated for Shoto. He let the bitter taste of the alcohol as it travele down his throat, his stomach filled with something warm, his temperature rising as he watches you and Shoto even more.

It reminds him of what happened earlier, if he didn't put on an act of keeping you at arm's length, will it change anything? Is he gonna be the one to hold you tight while Shoto is the one downing drinks the way he does right now? For some reason, his eyes sting, is it because of the burning sensation traveling up his throat? Damn, he should've known he'll never be able to have you, he could only settle for this, keeping his distance because why the hell would you even look at his way when you have the perfect man in front of you?

Shoto on the other hand could feel someone drilling holes at the back of his head with their glare alone and he already knew who it was without looking. Honestly, he's not a fan of the plan that Mina told him, but he decided to go with it, after seeing how you look so defeated. As someone who witnessed your secret admiration for Katsuki for years, this is the least he could do for you.

"Am I doing this right?" he asked innocently, afraid that he might step on you or something. You giggled at him and nodded, "You're a little awkward but you got the spirit." you joked and Shoto chuckled, a very rare moment that even you rarely witness. "Oh wait, is that a chuckle?" Shoto just shook his head, going back to his usual stoic expression.

"Can you see him?" he asked, looking down at you. "No, you're kinda too tall for me to look over your shoulder." Shoto thought for a moment, he ponders whether he should do it or not, a part of him knows that if his observations were right, he coud either help you or he might end up with some serious injury but he figures if it's for his friend's happiness maybe he should try his best to show Katsuki what he might lose if he'll turn a blind eye on your feelings for him.

"I'll lift you and take a quick look."

"Wait what?!"

It was late, Shoto lifted you off the ground by your waist to let you up in the air for a quick moment so you can observe Katsuki behind him and your eyes widened when you met his gaze as you gripped on Shoto's shoulder tightly.

Mina and the other girls were shocked of how far Shoto played his part in this plan, and when they turned to look at Katsuki's reaction, it was an enough testament of his true feelings, especially when the blond placed his glass harshly on the table, almost crushing it before making his way towards you and Shoto.

You didn't even have time to think when Shoto put you down, because before you could even look at your friend, Katsuki's hands immediately snatched you away from Shoto and he dragged you away from the group.

Katsuki was cursing in his head, why did he let his temper get the better of him again? He should've just left without dragging you, now he's standing in front of you and he couldn't even utter a word as to why he snatched you away from Shoto. Fuck there's no escaping this now, no dumb alibi can sound reasonable after he straight up snatched you from Shoto like a kid upset that his favorite toy is held by someone else.

Self control. Control. Control.

It wasn't enough for him to chant it in his head, because before he could even try to do something logical or reasonable his body gave in and he let his head rest on your shoulder before wrapping his arms on your waist, inhaling your scent, letting his mind and his soul etch your scent an the warm feeling of your skin against his, if this is the last time that he'll get to touch you like this, he needs something to hold on to for his own sanity.

"Please…." he whispered weakly almost begging. He doesn't know what he was begging for, but he's at the end of his wits, he's left with no further layers to strip down, no more masks to wear, because everything that he is lays bare in front of you, his whole existence is at the palm of your hand, he feels tiny, and so vulnerable, he would've fallen down on his knees if you didn't place your hand on his back.

As you let your hands rest on his back, you felt him shaking, and when you heard him sniffing as you felt something wet on your shoulder you just realized that Katsuki was crying.

"K-Kacchan?" you called, not knowing what's happening. He stayed silent, just holding on to you as if somebody will take you away from him as he let his tears roll down his cheeks then onto your shoulders.

"Please…don't be in love with someone else." he whispered quietly, his hands around you holding you tighter, as if his own sanity depends on it. "I'm sorry…but please…choose me." Katsuki knows that this was pathetic, in fact this was the lowest that he thinks he could go, for someone like him to just break down like this, he knew he's at his wits end, he's been fighting himself for these feelings for years, in fact he couldn't even remember how long it's been but tonight is the last straw, if he hides this from you any longer he could burst into flames and be consumed by his own love for you.

He couldn't bear to see your sparkling eyes fixed on someone else, he couldn't see your delicate hand held by another, he couldn't bear hearing you laugh because of someone else, he wants all of it to be his, he wants to be the one to make you smile, to make you laugh, to be the one to hold you in his arms, to be looked at by your sparkling eyes, and he'll go crazy if all of this will be someone else's.

Your eyes widened when his voice broke, your arms automatically wrapped themselves around him, hugging him back.

"I've chosen you long ago, Kacchan. It's always been you."

Katsuki pulled away a little but his protective arms still around you, "B-but you and Shoto…" you shook your head and wiped away the tears rolling down his cheeks, his ruby eyes glazed with tears threatening to fall once more.

"Oh come on, if I like Shoto I would be working with him and not stuck with your grumpy ass." you told him with a glare and Katsuki was frozen for a moment before he hugged you tightly, his face buried on your neck, "I love you…always have, and always will." he confessed, dropping the tough guy mask he's been wearing around you for years, who cares about self control? If his heart wants you, why should he restrict himself from wanting you?

"Can I kiss you?"

"D-Dumbass you can't just ask and just expect me to---"

Katsuki cupped your face and gently pressed his lips on yours, it wasn't long till one of his hands found your waist once more to pull you closer, he gently nipped on your lower lip, earning a sigh from you before he pulls back, breathless.

"Can I hear you say it?" he asked, a part of him afraid that this is just a dream and he needs to hear you say it or else he'll believe that he's going insane.

"I love you." you chuckled before standing on your tip toes to press another quick kiss on his lips.

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rehab. 36.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

A/n: Natasha is so big-sister coded and i love her to bits <3 Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

Author: ScariusAquarius

rehab masterlist. / rehab masterlist 2. chapter 34 / chapter 35

The atmosphere had become calm and relaxed as Natasha, (Y/n), and Wanda sat in the bath together. (Y/n) was quiet, Wanda's appearance new and unknown for her, and she was aware of the downtrodden and distraught demeanor that draped Wanda's naked shoulders like a blanket.

Natasha had broken open a bottle of wine, pouring out two glasses and handing one of them to Wanda. (Y/n)'s nose crinkled slightly from the smell, and Natasha had elected not to pour her a glass. Settling down into the hot water, Natasha sighed heavily. She broke the silence by humming, her eyes closed as her head fell back against the wall of the communal bath.

"Oh, yeah, this was definitely needed."

(Y/n) was quiet, staring down into the water as she subtly rubbed her fingers together. The woman wasn't sure what to think after the events of the day; her mind feeling almost tired. The tears, the talk with Bucky about his therapist, then watching Supernatural with the group...it had made (Y/n) feel strangely anxious by how domestic it was.

Was this what it was like for people who weren't like her? Was this what normalcy felt like?

She blinked roughly as her brows furrowed, and (Y/n) recalled the words of the big green woman, Jennifer Walters, had said during the interview with the news.

'We're talking about a woman who was taken by HYDRA before she even had a chance at a normal life.'

What had the woman meant by that? Was it because (Y/n) was apparently young before she was taken by HYDRA? Her brows furrowed again, and Natasha popped open one of her eyes to glance at (Y/n). She watched and observed as the woman seemed to become lost in thought, and she glanced at Wanda, who seemed to look as though she was no longer feeling sick.

"How are you feeling, Wanda?"

(Y/n) glanced up but refused to look at Wanda, simply staring back down at her lap as Wanda sighed heavily.

"Much better. Everyone's thoughts were so loud, I couldn't properly block them out...on top of other things."

Her eyes flicked to (Y/n), the recorded clips flashing through her mind, and Wanda's nostrils flared slightly before she closed her eyes. However, the silence did not last long before (Y/n)'s quiet voice spoke.

"What did she mean?"

Natasha and Wanda both looked at (Y/n), their eyes watching her carefully as (Y/n) closed in on herself; chewing on her lip slightly as she roughly began to rub her fingers from the anxiety.

"Who?"

"The woman on the screen...she said I didn't have a chance at normal life...but...the dreams that I have....Rebecca...is that not normal?"

The name Rebecca had both Natasha and Wanda glancing at each other in confusion before Natasha tilted her head slightly. The woman asked (Y/n) with a gentle tone to her voice.

"Well, what do you remember?"

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a moment, a strange sense of protectiveness washing over her as she thought of Rebecca, and the woman bit her lip before saying softly.

"She was pretty in the sunlight...and smelled like ivory. We would...see each other often....and...a man and woman named Mavis and Bobby....telling me to open a present from a man named Santa."

Wanda's eyes softened slightly, and she shared a look with Natasha before asking (Y/n) softly.

"Do you remember how you felt being with them?"

(Y/n) finally looked at Wanda, repeating.

"How it felt...being with them?"

Wanda quietly nodded, and (Y/n) looked back down. She rapidly blinked for a moment as she tried to put the words together, and she murmured.

"Rebecca...made me feel warm...like I was in the sunlight too....and...comfortable."

Natasha nodded gently before stating.

"That's what normal is. Spending time with friends, family...opening presents from Santa-"

She chuckled softly, but (Y/n) picked up on a strange sadness that seemed to attach itself to Natasha's chuckle like a leech.

"-hanging out with Rebecca...that's normal."

(Y/n) glanced at Natasha, slowly asking.

"So...watching the screen...with everyone...that is normal?"

Natasha smiled kindly, nodding her head a bit.

"Yeah, that's normal...at least, as normal as it can be when hanging around Avenger's who can't process their testosterone correctly."

Wanda chuckled gently, taking a sip of her wine.

"I can drink to that."

(Y/n) watched the women as they both drank their wine, and (Y/n) felt slightly out-of-place. (Y/n) then asked again, making Wanda and Natasha shoot their gazes to her.

"If...the woman on the screen said I didn't have a chance at a normal life...then...why do I remember normal things?"

Wanda and Natasha shared an apprehensive look together. Wanda's eyes glowed red as she activated her powers to speak to Natasha.

'What do we do? Do we tell her?'

Natasha subtly shook her head as she slowly sipped her wine.

'Not yet. Telling her that almost all of her life was a lie because of HYDRA will break her irreparably. She's not ready for that bombshell just yet.'

Wanda sighed slightly before she glanced at (Y/n), the glow within her eyes disappearing. (Y/n) didn't seem to notice their silent conversation, too in her own world as she tried to make sense of her thoughts.

Wanda attempted to ask (Y/n) to tell her more about Rebecca when suddenly, the image of her bloodied thighs came to her mind. Wanda froze before shaking her head, and she became sad again, glancing down at her reflection in the water.

Was it possible to make herself forget? The thought made Wanda feel horrible, and instead she just stayed quiet as her nostrils flared again. Natasha was watching her the whole time before she looked at (Y/n).

"Why don't I wash your hair for you?"

(Y/n) shot her gaze to Natasha with surprise.

"Wash my hair?"

Natasha nodded, wading close to (Y/n) as she inspected her head.

"We never washed it the last time, and I think it'll make you feel really nice."

(Y/n) looked skeptical, and Natasha comforted her with a smile, reaching into the basket where a bottle of shampoo sat. She gestured with a flick of her head for (Y/n) to come close as Natasha sat on the steps of the bath behind her. (Y/n) was slow to move, her shoulders tense, and Natasha brought (Y/n)'s head back to lie into her lap.

The feeling of the water coming up more over her body had (Y/n) feeling incredibly anxious, and she trembled slightly, picking at the scars on her legs with anxiety. Natasha soothed her quietly.

"It's okay, Солдатик, you don't have to be afraid." (little soldier)

(Y/n)'s eyes widened for just a moment before she surrendered. There was something strangely comforting about the name Natasha had called her; a feeling of catharsis coming over (Y/n) as Natasha carefully poured water into her hair.

The second that the water hit her head, (Y/n) jolted and whimpered, tears filling her eyes, and Natasha continued to shush and soothe her; almost like a mother would to a babe.

(Y/n) clasped her hands against her chest, holding onto herself tightly as Natasha slowly washed her hair, and though the flashbacks of water torture tried to brush against her mind, there was a strange feeling of something pushing them away.

She knew they were there; just at the edge of her mind, but it was strange that (Y/n) couldn't see them. Her eyes fluttered closed, brows furrowed as she sniffled, and Natasha glanced at Wanda with a thankful look on her face as Wanda's eyes glowed.

Wanda, however, was looking down into her wine glass as she worked, unable to look at (Y/n). Her sniffles and gasps and whimpers struck a chord within the woman, and Wanda took a careful breath.

"There, all done. Хорошо справилась." (you handled it well/you did good)

When (Y/n) sat back up, the feeling of a clean scalp made her back shiver, and she whispered as Wanda's eyes stopped glowing once more.

"Thank you."

Natasha smiled kindly before suggesting.

"Would you like me to show you how to wash it yourself next time?"

(Y/n) slowly nodded, and Natasha grabbed the soap, stating and making (Y/n) square her shoulders.

"Alright, listen close. Step one: grab your shampoo..."

-TIMESKIP-

After her bath with Natasha and Wanda, they had elected to stay with her for the night as Bucky was staying with the Avengers and Shuri to thoroughly plan and give input where he could for the official plan to put an end to HYDRA. While (Y/n) had been nervous about sleeping in the same room as the two women, (Y/n) had begun to become very comfortable with Natasha.

She still wasn't entirely sure about Wanda.

The woman was strange to (Y/n); a thick sadness that rolled off of her in waves that intrigued (Y/n) while putting her on edge. She was almost mystical in a way, and though (Y/n) wasn't aware of how true the thought was, it still kept her drawn to the woman as if she was a puzzle to figure out.

As (Y/n) continued to think, staring down at her breakfast, Bucky and Steve were watching her with a curious look. The Avengers were all eating breakfast together save for Shuri, who had elected to eat breakfast with her brother early in order to give Dr. Raynor a proper welcome and rundown of what was expected of her while she was in Wakanda.

(Y/n) hadn't touched her breakfast once, and Bucky wondered if she was as anxious as he felt. Steve glanced at Bucky before glancing back at (Y/n). To Steve, it looked as though she was completely stone-cold empty; reminiscent of the way that she had looked not too long ago.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?"

Steve asked her, tilting his head a little, and (Y/n) glanced at him with a neutral expression before she stated simply.

"Wanda is weird."

Steve's eyes shot up slightly from surprise, thankful that Wanda wasn't in the room. Bucky squinted his eyes at her, asking.

"What do you mean?"

(Y/n) pursed her lips, frowning as she glanced down at her food again.

"I'm unsure."

Before Steve or Bucky could elaborate, Shuri walked into the room and approached the table, glancing at (Y/n).

"Isithunzi, there is someone here to see you."

(Y/n) blinked owlishly at Shuri before she slowly stood up. Steve shared a look with Bucky before Steve wordlessly nodded towards the woman. Bucky stood up and began to follow after the women, his shoulders squared and his face contorting into a frown as he followed (Y/n).

At the entrance of the Citadel, Dr. Raynor was standing next to T'Challa and Okoye, arms crossed as she waited to greet the three of them. At the sight of (Y/n), Dr. Raynor frowned, already beginning to think as the group approached her.

When they were standing in front of Dr. Raynor, Bucky took a subtle step closer to (Y/n), the woman seeming to shrink beneath Dr. Raynor's gaze. Dr. Raynor then introduced herself to (Y/n) with an even tone to her voice.

"Good morning, (Y/n). My name is Dr. Raynor."

(Y/n) didn't respond, her eyes glazing over. The distant smell of nitrile and the sound of a squeaking gurney brushed against her mind, and (Y/n) couldn't help but to completely freeze up. Unblinking, she stood stiff and tense before she instinctively took a step back to become closer to Bucky.

Bucky immediately picked up on her discomfort and inconspicuously pivoted so he was standing in-front of (Y/n). Raynor noticed the movement immediately, but she said nothing to him nor returned his glare as she watched (Y/n)'s facial and body expression.

"I'm not here to poke and prod at you, but I'm here to help you regardless."

(Y/n) frowned slightly, pursing her lips before she began to wring her hands quietly. Fidgeting with her fingers, (Y/n) glanced at Shuri, who was smiling encouragingly at her. However, when (Y/n) looked at Bucky, he was still staring Raynor down. Raynor finally sighed and said.

"Stare at me all that you want, James, but I'm here whether you like it or not."

"I don't."

Raynor just rolled her eyes, and (Y/n) became anxious as she stared at the woman. For a moment, the women simply stared each other down before Raynor asked.

"Would you like to go inside and we can have a chat?"

(Y/n) glanced back at Bucky, whose gaze slipped to hers, and he nodded encouragingly after a moment of silence. (Y/n) finally looked at Raynor and silently agreed, turning to walk back inside of the Citadel.

They walked into one of the private consultation rooms, the open windows providing a warm and sunny atmosphere that contrasted heavily with the tension between Bucky, Raynor, and (Y/n). The table was large, but Raynor made sure to sit at the end with (Y/n) sitting adjacent to her and Bucky next to (Y/n).

Dr. Raynor took her coat off to drape it around the back of the chair before leaning back within it, crossing her legs comfortably as she clasped her hands within her lap. She was looking at (Y/n), mentally taking notes at the way she was completely closed off, and Raynor stated.

"I'm going to start this off by saying that you can trust me. I'm not HYDRA, but I help people who have been affected by them...among other things. You can set the pace, and you don't have to answer any questions that I ask, but it'll be helpful if you do. Hell, you can even leave if you would like, but I would highly recommend that you don't."

The words made (Y/n) feel as though she was being threatened, her fingers clasping onto each other tightly. At (Y/n)'s silence, Dr. Raynor took out a notepad, Bucky rolling his eyes subtly, and the woman asked (Y/n).

"Can you tell me a little about yourself if you remember?"

(Y/n) glanced back at Bucky, looking for silent approval, and he nodded once to her. Raynor watched, but she did not comment on the behavior just yet. Instead, she began to write her notes when (Y/n) softly asked.

"Why do you want to help me?"

Dr. Raynor sighed slightly before she stated.

"In order to make sure that you are transitioned into society and pardoned, you need to have someone with credentials to clear you. If you don't, it's going to make things a lot harder.

Bucky immediately frowned, asking.

"What do you mean 'pardoned'? Are you saying she's going to be tried in court?"

Raynor gave Bucky a look.

"What do you think? That's not what we are here to discuss, and if you'd like to talk about it, we can step out after we finish here."

Bucky didn't say anything at first, his fist clenching within his lap, and he simply shook his head in disbelief. (Y/n) bit her lip before glancing at the table, and she stated, her eyes flicking to Raynor as Raynor began to write.

"I...My name..."

Her voice trailed off, as if she wasn't sure, and Bucky looked down at her, his facial expression softening in understand. The room was deathly quiet until (Y/n) murmured.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n)."

Raynor nodded, encouraging her quietly.

"That's a really good start. Do you remember when you were born or where?"

(Y/n) slowly shook her head before she winced slightly, rubbing her fingers anxiously as she whispered.

"No...but...I remember...Doris...talking about Baltimore."

"Who is Doris to you?"

Raynor asked, pausing her writing as she looked up at (Y/n) from over her nose, and (Y/n) began to tremble slightly, her eyes growing wet as she replied with an unsure tone to her voice.

"My...my mother."

Raynor nodded slowly, and Bucky glanced at Raynor. There was a quiet and unspoken understanding that went through them, and Raynor then quietly asked.

"(Y/n), do you remember who your father is?"

(Y/n) froze, her eyes widened, and she began to breathe quickly. Her heart was racing, blood rushing through her ears as his voice rang hot within her mind.

'Jesus! Goddammit, (Y/n), what did I tell you about coming into my damn office when I'm working! Get out!'

Tears filled her eyes, and she squeezed them shut as another memory suddenly hit her, this time more intense.

She was standing in front of the mannequin that she recognized was Robert; unable to place a face to the man. The mannequin was wearing a lab coat, his arms crossed and the head tilted. He was seemingly angry as his voice echoed as if they were in an empty auditorium.

"I created you...from my own sweat and blood, and this is how you repay me? By being a failure? You embarrass me!"

The mannequin suddenly moved, hand raised, and she remembered being struck to the ground as a weight came to the back of her neck painfully as he stomped on her; pinning her.

"You will be obedient! You will fulfill what you were created for! Do you understand me, you filthy maggot?! I brought you into this world and I will take you out of it, so help me! Are you listening to me?!"

At the feeling of someone placing their hand on her back, (Y/n) screamed out, lashing out and punching as hard as she could out of panic. Bucky went flying across the room, landing on his back with a yelp, and Raynor immediately stood back.

(Y/n) was hyperventilating, her blood rushing through her veins sounding like the roar of a million hornets swarming her head, and she cried out as she covered her ears and sobbed.

Bucky groaned softly, sitting up and shaking his head a bit, and Raynor looked at him with concern. Bucky didn't hesitate to sit up, however, and kneel before (Y/n) as he listened to her whisper to herself over and over.

"Я слушаю. Я слушаю." (i am listening. i am listening.)

Bucky sighed deeply and he murmured to her softly, his voice causing her to flinch and whimper slightly as she kept her eyes squeezed shut.

"It's okay, I'm here. Nobody is going to hurt you."

She began to cry again, pleading softly as she slowly rocked her body back and forth.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I didn't mean to, please...please, I'm sorry."

Bucky sat down in front of her, saying firmly enough that it made (Y/n) look at him; her eyes bloodshot and wide.

"You didn't hurt anybody. You just got scared, and that's okay. Alright? Look, I'm completely fine."

(Y/n)'s lip trembled, and Raynor slowly approached, (Y/n) watching her like a hawk.

"(Y/n), whatever you saw...you're not there anymore. You're here in Wakanda with James and I right now."

(Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut again, and she reached out for Bucky. Bucky wasn't sure what she was doing until she grabbed his arms, and Bucky allowed her to hold onto his arms as she had before.

Bucky instinctively began to breathe deeply, and (Y/n) began to follow along with him; her breaths coming to a gradual slow rhythm from the panicked shallow huffs they had been before. Bucky was patient, allowing her to squeeze onto his skin as tightly as she needed to before he looked over at Raynor and suggested.

"I think we should stop for the day."

Raynor gave Bucky a look as he spoke, her face becoming stern.

"James, let her make that decision."

"She can't even speak."

Before Bucky or Raynor could begin to argue, (Y/n) made a face of discomfort before whispering desperately to Bucky.

"I don't want to do this. I want to go home."

Bucky immediately replied, his voice softening.

"Okay. We're gonna stop. Come on, let's go."

Carefully, Bucky helped (Y/n) onto her feet, and Raynor called as he began to lead the distraught woman out of the conference room.

"I want to talk to you when you're done, James."

Bucky looked over his shoulder at her, stating carefully.

"Sorry, but you'll have to talk to Steve. I'm still on duty."

"James-"

The man didn't bother to look back, keeping his arm wrapped around (Y/n) as he escorted her to Shuri's lab.

STORY NOTES: The scene opens with Natasha, Wanda, and (Y/n) all in the bath together. The atmosphere, though calm, is tense. (Y/n) ruminates over the hangout session with part of the Avengers team, and she wonders if that is what it means to be normal. Then, (Y/n) remembers Jennifer Walters words about not having had a chance to live a normal life. Natasha asks Wanda how she is feeling, and Wanda reveals that she could not block the thoughts of everyone in the courthouse among other things, referencing the clips shown in court. (Y/n) gathers the courage to ask what Jennifer Walters had meant, and she questions the girls about it.

When the girls ask for clarification, (Y/n) recalls Rebecca and asks if that wasn't normal. Natasha then asked for (Y/n) to tell her what she remembered, and (Y/n) begins to recall Rebecca and the memory of Christmas with Mavis and Bobby. Wanda then asks if (Y/n) remembers how she felt being with them, and (Y/n) tells Wanda that with Rebecca, she felt warm. Natasha then tells (Y/n) that those instances were considered 'normal'. (Y/n) then further asks that if these were normal instances, then why had Jennifer Walters said she hadn't lived a normal life. Wanda begins to communicate with Natasha telepathically, asking if they should tell her the complete truth, but Natasha disagrees.

Natasha decides to distract (Y/n) by offering to wash her hair, and though (Y/n) is apprehensive, she agrees. As Natasha begins to wash her hair, (Y/n) begins to become afraid and cry due to trauma from water torture. Natasha is patient and soothes her, encouraging her quietly as (Y/n) surrenders to Natasha. Without knowing, (Y/n) is comforted by Wanda, who is using her powers to keep the panic and flashbacks at bay for her. Once they finish, Natasha further offers to teach (Y/n) how to wash her hair on her own, and (Y/n) agrees.

The scene changes to the next morning, and (Y/n) is having breakfast with Bucky and Steve after spending the night with the girls. (Y/n) is unable to eat her breakfast from anxiety and thinking hard about Wanda. She is unsure of her, recalling the 'mystical' aura Wanda carries, and when Steve asks (Y/n) if she is okay, she tells Steve that she thinks Wanda is weird. When asked to elaborate why she feels that way, (Y/n) is unable to due to not knowing exactly why. Shuri then informs (Y/n) that Dr. Raynor is in Wakanda to see her, and Bucky accompanies (Y/n) and Shuri to greet Raynor.

When Raynor introduces herself as a doctor, (Y/n) becomes instantly uncomfortable, and Raynor attempts to comfort her by saying that she wasn't goin to 'poke and prod' at her. After a small bit of silent encouragement from Bucky, they follow Raynor to a private conference room so Raynor can conduct a subtle evaluation. She tells (Y/n) that she doesn't have to accept the help or participate if she doesn't want to, but indicates that it would be best if she did. This wording makes (Y/n) further uncomfortable, and though Raynor begins her evaluation, (Y/n) asks her why Raynor wants to help.

Raynor tells (Y/n) that before she can be released and transitioned into society, she needed to be cleared by someone with credentials and pardoned, which Makes Bucky upset as Raynor has revealed that (Y/n) will have to face a court hearing in the future. Bucky, however, doesn't say anything, and (Y/n) begins to try to participate in the evaluation. (Y/n) introduces herself, and when Raynor asks if she remembers where she is from, (Y/n) makes a reference about Baltimore, her place of documented death. When Raynor asks about (Y/n)'s father, (Y/n) has a flashback of Robert after she was turned into a Winter Soldier. When (Y/n) is touched, the flashback ends, and (Y/n) panics, launching Bucky across the room as she begins to have a severe panic attack.

When Bucky recovers, he immediately begins to attempt to calm (Y/n) down. (Y/n) immediately starts to apologize to Bucky, but Bucky is quick to reassure her that she didn't hurt him. Raynor attempts to ground (Y/n), but Bucky tells Raynor that they should stop for the day. Raynor quips that it was up to (Y/n), but (Y/n) agrees with Bucky. When they begin to leave, Raynor tells Bucky that she wants to speak with him when he is done comforting (Y/n), but Bucky quips back to talk to Steve since Bucky was still 'on duty', in reference with his obligation to the Avengers Initiative. End scene.

TRANSLATIONS:

Солдатик - little soldier

Хорошо справилась - you handled it well/you did good

Isithunzi - Xhosa for shadow/shade

Я слушаю - I am listening

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appleblueberry-pie · 1 year ago

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OOOHHHH, OKAY HERE MY REQUEST FOR YANDERE MILE MORALES SCENARIO! I imagine him being the type of guy to break into the reader's locker and leave a CD(the song is probably cheesy like Radiohead-creep) while leaving a sticky note like “I really, really, like you. And I wanna get to know you more, can you meet at [insert abandoned building here] ❣️”~secret admirer (*cough* it's Miles *cough*) This freaks the reader out, cuz they've been dealing with this bs for 3 months and the authorities can't do shit, can I request the reader confronting their “secret admirer��? 🥺

N/A: I hope you heard me evilly laugh when I first read this. Boutta spill all of my delusions on this. Also i've never written worse luck than the reader had in this one.

Be Mine? Yes or No.

It's about ten minutes before first period begins and you've already spent five of them rereading the 20th love letter you've received over the course of a few months. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise as you continue to find more and more things to worry about in this letter. You'd think that this person would stop pestering you, but they really weren't. At all whatsoever. The same little sweet names they'd compliment you with. The same main idea they had in the previous note continuing into the next one. This has been happening over and over.

And it was so, so sweet when this fiasco first started. When you first opened your locker and it was placed so nicely in the center as if someone carefully placed it there. It was definitely spritzed with some kind of cologne, because no scent from someone just rubs off onto a letter like that. The beautiful envelope it was put in, the paper on the inside. The neat handwriting that was clearly practiced just to put some love onto the paper for you to hopefully absorb. And it worked the first three times, but it just kept getting weirder from there.

The way they wrote to you was extremely genuine, something that was hard to find in relationships nowadays. It really made you want to meet this person. They mixed in casual sweet names in Spanish into the writing in a way that wasn't hard for you to understand at all. They definitely had a crush on you. But then they began mentioning you in ways that seemed to make you borderline uncomfortable. Mentioning your beautiful hair, your eyes, your lips, the way you spoke, how you smelled. How they'd watch you and your friends in the park. Slipping in a few mentions of you walking to and from a corner store nobody in your school but you knew about.

They would write about how they could help you with specific classes that they knew you were struggling with. What foods they theorized you don't like(they were right), your type of man and how they fit that exact description, if not, more. How he knows he's the one you'd want and need. How the two of you are meant to be, he'd love you the way you need to be loved and he cant wait to actually meet you. How he'd bring you to the address of your favorite breakfast spot that no one should know about and he'd buy you that plate you always wanted to get that you couldn't afford. How he'd spoil you and-

All of this tension he built up on his own, which was all fueled by his own delusions, drew you to the conclusion that this nigga needed to be put in his place. You wanted a boyfriend. Not a fucking perverted stalker. Whoever this was, he was taking it too far, and was ultimately scaring you. It took you fifteen of these letters for you to realize that he wasn't actually slipping the letter into the locker between the cracks, but he was putting in the real code of your lock to properly unlock it. How he found it out, you have no idea. You didn't know what this guy was capable of and didn't know if he'd hurt you if you said no. But it had to be done somehow or he'd take shit too far and kidnap you or some crazy shit like that.

None of the school officials would help you because they're pieces of shit. Your friends tell you to bag him like dumbasses, and what the fuck are your parents gonna do? Yell at the dean and stand by your locker all day to wait for the guy?? You were all alone in this. So the most reasonable thing you came up with is to bluntly write to him to meet you after school at the park you and your friends go to often since he knows the spot already.

And quite literally the day after, you sat at the bench at the park after school, and he showed up.

You remember being so damn scared. What if he was big and burly and angry? What if he was one of the popular boys and would record the entire interaction? What if he follows you back home? What does he plan to do once you try to tell him off? You shouldn't have done this. The setting sun wasn't comforting you. The abandoned playground that usually was bustling with squealing kids was just making you more nervous. It was silent and cold today, but your mind just wouldn't shut up. Suddenly, the school uniform you wore wasn't as comfortable and you clutched your backpack closer to your body.

The wind blew gently on your bare knees and you heard someone call out your name. You flinched and felt your heart drop and turned to see the source of the voice, hoping for the worst. There was a boy sitting on a bench right next to yours. He was staring at you. It made you feel....unsettled and something else you couldn't put your finger on. To calm yourself, you listed his characteristics in his head. He was....reasonably attractive. Light brown eyes. Sculpted face. A light Spanish accent to his voice exactly how you'd imagine. Neat braids on his head. But something about his aura messed with you. He wasn't as good as he portrayed himself to be. You didn't want to speak and watched him stand from his spot to sit next to you on your bench. You clutched your bag to your chest as you watched him try to calmly approach you without making you too nervous.

With nervous eyes on him, he sits down next to you, letting a small smile grace his lips. "Hey, ma...how you doin'?" He sounded like he was trying to lure a scared dog into his arms. But it was awkward because he was trying to act normal with his dream girl and it was an actual human being and not a dog. "....fine." You respond. He scratches his nape and averted his eyes for a quick second. He really wanted to know why you wanted to talk to him. You gave no context within your letter, and it was a blessing, nonetheless. You actually responded to him. He predicted that he wouldn't get one for another good three weeks to two months almost. But this must be serious. He prepared himself for all possible scenarios that this could end up being.

"So....why'd you want to meet all of a sudden? It's getting late and I don't want you going home in the dark, you know?" You nod and take a deep breath, scared as fuck for how this could end. "Yeah.....so....I just wanted to tell you that I just- I don't want to be with you." It felt like you had to pull the words out of your throat for him to hear. You saw his face drop and decided to explain before he did anything else. "Like....I don't know you. I just realized that. You know so much about me and about my friends and the places I go to. I don't know a damn thing- Are you stalking me??" You turn to face him and stare into his wide eyes. He almost seemed as if he was caught doing some weird shit. And it was weird.

The silence started to make you angry when you realized he probably has been following you all this time. He shakes his head and sits up. "No...no, I haven't been stalking you at all, ma, I promise. I never want to make you uncomfortable, ever. Where are you getting that?" Oh, so now he's gaslighting you. If you brought all of his envelopes to this meeting, you would've dumped all of the evidence on his lap. You roll your eyes, grab your bag, and stand to leave. He stands at the same time as you when he sees you're trying to leave and stands in your way. "Wait, wait, wait, that's it? You not gon' give me a chance?" "A chance? Nigga, you lost your chance when you started being weird and fucking acting like you wasn't being weird this entire time!"

It was hard to get mad at you or reason with you. You were too pretty to get mad at even when you were nearly yelling in his face. And he had no logical reason to behave the way he was behaving, either. So, he might lose you unless he does something risky. And to risk your trust and love is something he doesn't want on the line.

You watch him watch you leave and he picks up his bag as well. The street lights turn on once it gets dark enough and Miles interrupts you walking away. "I'm not letting you walk home in the dark, Y/n." You flinch at his voice and growl a groan in fuming anger. An older lady passes the both of you and praises the mystery boy for being such a good gentleman and how 'there needs to be more of you out on these streets'. You almost slapped the fuck out of her for even hyping him up. He gives her a beautiful smile and tells her to get home safe, while walking you in the direction of your home.

He turns back to you and almost laughs at the face you're making. "I wonder how your mom would feel about you going home in the dark." "Mind yo fucking business." He happily leaves it there, continuing to walk with you down the street. Maybe this way, he can have more than one excuse to continue walking you home from now on. "Ion even know yo name." You mutter under your breath and Miles smiles at you. "My name is Miles. Great to finally meet you in person, Mami." You scoff and gladly let him scroll on his phone. You tried to speed ahead of him in hopes he'd stay at his slower pace, but he always caught up to you. You inwardly groan, knowing he'd probably make it to your door before you get rid of him.

"Glad to know the name of the person who's been stalking me. Now I can report you officially." You smirk at him and he gives one right back. "Just a name won't cut it, ma." "I got photos." "Where?" He hands you your phone back and you snatch it, realizing he was scrolling on your phone the whole time AND deleted your photo evidence. Before you can shove him into the street for a car to run him over, your mom bursts the door open and eyes the boy next to you. "Girl, you finally brought someone home with you." You didn't even realize you were on your street, better yet, your house. And your mom liked him already??

Your face dropped as you approached the front door. "No, no, no, it's not like that-" "What's your name, sweetie?" Miles steps up to the door and holds out his hand for her to shake, a beaming smile on his face. "My name is Miles Morales, ma'am." She shakes his hand before scrunching her eyebrows. " 'Morales'? You know Rio??" "That's my mamá, right there." Horrifying, how quickly a new relationship between the two bloomed right before your eyes as they continued to converse.

How are you going to get out of this? Your stalker is making great friends with your mom, no one can help because he deleted the evidence, and you would soon find out the next morning at school that your locker was clean of envelopes as well. Nothing was working in your favor and you realized that there was no way to escape. He included himself into your life so easily, when you wanted him out, out, out. You hated this shit, but he seemed to love it, sending you a look of appreciation as you both stepped into your abode.

Miles was so grateful for having you as a part of his life. The stars aligned and allowed you both a chance at beauty and growth. He wouldn't let this opportunity waste away like he had done many times in the past. You were his chance at redemption for all of the things he had done and the things that he planned to do later on. You were finally his.

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apomaro-mellow · 2 years ago

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Wrong Number 4

Steve was eternally grateful that he'd finally told Robin about Eddie. Because now, he could torture her with his outfit choices. Robin groaned and covered her eyes as Steve held out more shirts.

"What do you think? Stripes or no stripes?"

"Steeeeeeve", Robin whined.

"You're the one that told me stripes really shows off my chest."

"Is Eddie a tits guy? Or an ass man?"

Steve put the shirts back in the closet. "I don't know. I don't know Robin and the fact that this is a video call date makes it worse."

"Actually....actually it makes it better." Robin uncovered her face and grabbed Steve's shoulders. "You'll be on the phone the whole time!"

"Yes...We've established this", Steve said, not sure where she was going with this.

"I mean, if you're doing a video call, YOU control what Eddie sees."

Steve stared at her face for a long while as she simply emoted using her eyebrows. "Robin, no."

"Robin, yes. Come on. We're going shopping. You're waaay overdue for this. And I need a couple of things myself."

"Things going that well with Chrissy?", Steve asked right before Robin threw his shoes at him.

"What do you think I'm doing while you're on your date?", Robin grinned.

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Eddie's excitement just got more and more intense with each day. By Wednesday he was vibrating any time his hands weren't occupied with something. He only hoped it didn't translate to his texts. Cool as a cucumber, that was his motto when it came to Steve. He couldn't come on too strong.

(9:45 am) Thinking about those beefy thighs (9:46 am) god i wanna wrap them around my head

Perfect. Smooth. And not too much.

At least he didn't think so at the time. About an hour later Eddie remembered that Steve was at work and possibly reading that text in a room full of prepubescents. And he knew he was going to reap what he sowed when Steve texted him later.

[12:01 pm] You are the ultimate distraction.

(12:02 pm) sry. i forgot you were at work

[12:03 pm] I don't think you are sorry. In fact, I think you need to be punished.

Eddie needed to get a job in coding because there was no emoji that properly conveyed the intensity of the 'boi-yoi-yoi-yoing' going on in his pants. How grateful he was that he didn't need to talk. Texting would cover any stuttering he was sure to do.

(12:04 pm) punishment? 😏 (12:04 pm) what kind of punishment?

[12:05 pm] See me after class, Mr. Munson.

God, four o'clock couldn't come fast enough. Eddie knew that'd be around the time Steve got home from work. He spent about an hour rolling around in bed before getting up, needing to distract himself. He wasn't due for work today, but he went in anyway to loiter.

"I can tell you're horny and I can tell you're just idling until you get your dick wet. Get lost, some of us have actual work to do", Jeff said.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp. "Jeffery! Jeffords! Jeffaniel! Jeffanie!"

"Are you just going to sit there, making up full names for me or are you gonna get off your ass?"

"I'll replace all the boards and sweep out the alleys for the next two hours", Eddie said, holding his hands together like he was praying to his friend.

Jeff rubbed his chin as he considered it. "Only if you take this next party I have coming in."

Eddie looked at the group arriving. There had to be at least a dozen. And he just knew they only reserved one lane. They always only reserved one lane.

"You drive a hard bargain Jimothy."

"Not even close", Jeff crossed his arms. "And it's this or whatever ants in your pants you'll do if you're unoccupied."

Curse his friends for knowing him so well. Eddie held up his end of the deal, taking care of the party. Turned out it was a birthday party (happy 14th Ashton). But two hours later, the time had passed and Eddie went back home. He still had an hour to spare (he didn't want to leave Steve waiting), so he spent the rest of the time coming up with some ideas for their date in a few days.

[4:04 pm] Are you home?

(4:05 pm) At home and awaiting orders gorgeous (4:05 pm) Have I been a bad boy Mr. Harrington?

Eddie's phone rang and he picked it up as he crashed onto his bed. He knew Steve could hear it when he laughed on the other end.

"You need to keep a tighter lid on those urges. It was a lucky break that all the kids were focused on their dishes that they didn't see the face I made."

"Truly, my bad Stevie. But I can't help what you do to me."

Steve chuckled. "Not even a little?"

"Not one bit. Okay, maybe a little bit. The truth is, I could've said a lot more, but I was holding back."

"Really now? And what would you have said if you weren't holding back?"

Eddie could hear something that sounded like movement in a bed. Steve was getting comfortable too. He thought about the picture he had saved, of Steve's lower body in those shorts. He had been laying in bed then too. Eddie let his mind wander for a bit. What he'd do if Steve were really in bed beside him...

"Baby if you were here right now, I'd have my hands all over you. You'd think I was an octopus."

"Tell me where you'd touch me first", Steve said.

"Well I'm still thinkin' of those legs of yours. You like massages, Stevie? I could rub you down all day."

Steve imagined Eddie digging his fingers into his muscles. That would really hit the spot, especially after a workout. "Mmm, and then?"

"And then I'd wrap them around my head, like I said. I saw what you were packin' in those shorts, baby. I would love to get my mouth on you."

Eddie heard Steve let out a soft moan and he definitely heard a zipper and some shifting. God, the image of Steve stroking himself... Eddie unzipped his pants too, palming at himself while the other hand kept an ever tightening hold on the phone.

"Eddieee..."

"I wanna hear everything, baby. I'm working so hard sucking you off, I deserve to know how good I'm making you feel."

"So good, uh", Steve let out a small breath at the end.

"Yeah? I haven't even told you how I'd rock your world yet", Eddie grinned.

"I just know...You're so good with your mouth."

"You like the way I lick you up and down? How I kiss that beautiful tip?" Eddie knew he had a dick just as handsome as the rest of him, never mind that he had yet to see Steve's whole face yet. His hand pumped up and down as he envisioned the weight of Steve in his mouth. He thought about getting drunk on that taste.

Eddie groaned and his eyes fluttered close, his mouth moving faster than his brain. "Do you shave Steve?"

"....No...is that a problem?"

"Ohh it's the opposite of a problem babe. I bet you got a thick bush. I'd sink all the way down, bury my nose in it while you're fucking my throat."

Steve let out the most delicious sound as he came and Eddie wasn't too far behind. It was like he was there, hairs coarse and curly rough against his skin while Steve moaned right into his ear.

"Mmm", Steve hummed. "I know you look good now. My cum dripping off your lips."

"I'd swallow it all, sweetness. I wouldn't waste a single drop." He would take all that Steve gave him and then some. He was a greedy man.

"I know you wouldn't. I don't allow anything to go to waste in my classroom. Have you learned your lesson, Mr. Munson?"

"Maaaybeee. I might need another lesson, Mr. Harrington. Say, this Friday, at eight?", Eddie teased.

"I suppose you'll need more help studying. Don't be late, mister."

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For once, Steve didn't linger after work. He made sure the kids cleaned up every last dish before the last period even ended. He even let them go a minute and a half before the bell. When Steve left, he went the back way to avoid most of the other teachers and that pre-weekend conversation. He got home right away and started getting ready. Robin had her own date tonight which meant he had limited time to get her help and last minute input.

When she got home from work, the apartment was a flurry of activity between them.

"Steve, I need the blow dryer!"

"Wait! I'm almost done!"

They both crashed into each other's spaces as they tried using the one bathroom mirror.

"Why can't you use your stupid vanity mirror?", Robin asked.

"That mirror is just for my hair and it's too small."

Robin gave him a side eye. "Is that my eyeliner?"

"Is that my face cream?"

For some reason, Robin insisted on getting dressed in his room, which meant at some points their outfits got switched around and they had to re-dress. The pandemonium finally quieted when Robin left for her date and Steve was at last alone for his. It was at 8:00 sharp that Eddie sent a text.

(8:00 pm) Knock knock 😙

Steve smiled as he started a video call. His heart fluttered at the thought of finally seeing Eddie's full face. So imagine his surprise when he was instead met with a hand that had a face drawn on it. And what could only be Eddie doing a deeper, character voice.

"Hello my love. Are you ready for the romancing tonight? I hope I get lucky, ehehehehe."

To which Steve couldn't help but burst out in laughter. Any nerves he might've had flew away.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm a proper young man. I don't think I could court with someone who was so...handsy."

"I wouldn't lay a finger on you without your permission, lovely. But maybe a few smooches. Muahmuahmuah!" Eddie's hand attacked his phone's camera with kisses and Steve giggled like it was actually touching him.

As his laughing fit subsided, only then did Eddie reveal his face. He took Steve's breath away. He was literally speechless and just stood there staring, which made Eddie start to squirm a little.

"You tryina turn me to stone, Medusa?", Eddie joked.

"Sorry!", Steve apologized when he realized he had been staring. "You just...you look really nice Eddie."

"You don't look too bad yourself, handsome", Eddie smiled.

That was putting it lightly. For the both of them really. Steve felt like he was talking to the perfect man. Eddie felt like Steve had walked right out of his wet dreams.

"So, what did you order?", Steve asked as he sat down at his table. He made sure his phone was angled that it only showed him from the waist up. Robin had the bright idea that since he could control what Eddie saw, he could wear whatever he wanted under the line of sight.

He was currently wearing a blue and white striped polo shirt. And beneath that, some lacy, navy blue panties. Maybe Eddie would find out, maybe he wouldn't. Steve had his phone on the table, propped up against some books.

"I ordered the Munson special. A grilled cheese with potato soup."

"Oh, that's a Munson special, hm?"

"Damn straight. Tomato soup is still a classic, but I'd die for a potato. What'd you get?"

"I have some leftover pasta that I just added some mushrooms too. Nothing too fancy."

"Unless it's one of those truffles", Eddie pointed out.

Steve rolled his eyes as he twirled his fork. "Truffles? On a teacher's salary?"

"Hey, you could be secretly rich."

"Oh if I win the lottery, there will be signs."

"Like 5th graders using authentic truffles", Eddie nodded to himself.

They kept talking throughout their dinner and then took each other to their sinks to wash the dishes together. Eddie talked more about his friends. Some of which he worked with and the band he was in. Steve wasn't super into metal, but he liked it enough to be interested in whatever Eddie did.

When they had talked about their date night and discussed their options, they decided on dinner and a movie. Once the dishes were cleaned, Steve took Eddie over to the living room and he sat down between the coffee table and propped him against another set of books as they both queued up the movie on their ends.

"You know it's been a really long time since I've seen this movie", Steve said. "I think I was literally a kid."

"There was a time when this was literally my religion", Eddie said as Quest for Camelot started to play.

Steve knew Eddie was into Dungeons & Dragons, so him being in love with a fantasy movie made total sense.

"Did you have a crush on Garrett when you were a kid?", Steve asked, later during the movie.

"'Did'? I'd still let him use that staff on me six ways to Sunday!"

Steve laughed and he was coming to realize he laughed with Eddie much more than any of his dates in a long while.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink", Steve said as he got up. He nearly asked Eddie if he wanted something. It really was like he was right there with him. Steve grabbed a soda and then came back, sitting down in his spot again when he saw Eddie's expression.

He was silent, which was rare.

His eyes were bulging out of his head and his hand was over his mouth.

Steve was about to ask what was wrong when Eddie's eyes flicked down and then Steve got it. He had stood up. In full view of his phone. And then turned to go into the kitchen.

Eddie had gotten a first rate view of his panties.

Part 6

Tag Team (CLOSED)

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starmahgalaxies · 2 months ago

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Guaranteed way to show how hot it is: reflections in the asphalt, of all things.

Hikari, please, I'm begging, please speak up. You selfless, dear, child.

Tailmon looking like her whole world is crashing down not knowing what to do for Hikari 🙁.

Yep! Two peas in a pod 😁

Oh God, that is America. You want to go farther in, American health care is shit.

Looks of joy before having hopes and dreams crushed:

(Speaking of hope, Takeru's and Patamon's 😮 expressions in the background get me hard. lol)

Their looks of determination. There is my child and 'mon of hope and never give in.

...Well, it's a good plan while it lasts.

Medicine labels can be daunting. It does make sense something like that can be complicated (ingredients, instructions, etc), but that is a problem. The pharmaceutical labels, not kids not understanding how to read them.

That's an intimidating sight.

No!

It is a reason though. (Me empathizing most with Taichi but also a need to defend neurodivergent-coded Koushiro hyperfocusing on not the whole picture)

As someone who has horrible insomnia, watching TV is possibly the easiest activity to pull off while I'm sick. Not calling out Taichi in any way, as he clearly regrets and holds more guilt over what happened, and for being a young child. Just a brief FYI for anyone, though the episode makes it clear Hikari is still feeling awful. She's quieter and not as chipper, and plus in this shot specifically she's clearly slouched and in a position that suggest moving at all isn't something she feels putting effort toward.

All the regrets in the world + the kitchen sink for good measure 💔

No, even if there wasn't the pressure to save the world, I think what Hikari wants is not to be left behind and having her loved ones safe. She would have wanted to come with you, and Tailmon, and the other kids regardless of how much obligation she feels. She was disappointed and worried when you had to go back to the Digital World yourself the first time.

Reasons to have a VPN:

I'm glad someone recognizes that is a bad idea and overkill to go scorched earth. Doesn't make a difference, still gave that order. C- effort.

😡

(not at Koushiro, obviously, don't shoot the messenger and all that)

Picture moments before disaster.

A single picture does not convey it properly, but the build up for Mugendramon to fire his attack conveys alone how powerful he is.

Lessons learned this Episode:

Notice and be lenient with family members and loved ones who are sick.

Get a VPN.

Bombing people is bad.

Bombing children is fucked up.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

This, after the SkullGreymon episode, is the second-most impressionable episode on little tiny baby me. Looking back on it as an adult, the episode kind of works as a tragedy and a war story and city under siege? I feel so hard for Taichi. The kid desperately does not want to make a similar mistake from when he was younger even though everything here is out of his control. It holds a special place in my heart with bittersweet nostalgia. Not the most gut-wrenching sibling tragedy war story anime I've seen, but that's because the other one is Grave of the Fireflies.

#digimon #digimon adventure 01 #aly's digimon rewatch adventure #taichi yagami #tai kamiya #koushiro izumi #izzy izumi #hikari yagami #kari kamiya #takeru takaishi #tk takaishi #agumon #tailmon #patamon #tentomon #my stuff #long post

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callahanisms · 1 year ago

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lovin' me

part 01

a continuation of my previous set of headcanons. i wanted to write something more romantic. less pining. maybe a bit more...steamy. i got inspired after showing my friend the movie.

yes i am continuing the fifty fifty vincent renzi interpretation. he's sooooo fifty fifty coded. he's just like me fr

character: vincent renzi

for vibes: "lovin' me" by fifty fifty

"you have not changed. not a bit."

"stop." you can't help but laugh. you know it's...predictable of you. to get the same order you got every time you guys came to this cafe. but familiarity called to you.

habits were hard to break.

vincent leans back, placing a cigarette between his lips. he pulls his lighter out and tries to light it. it fails after a minute of trying. he must be out of fuel.

"you got a lighter?"

"always." you pull it out and place it in his hand.

his hand is soft and slightly cool. your fingers linger, trying to warm his hand with your own. he pulls away too quickly. you wanted your fingers to linger against each other just a bit longer.

he looks at the lighter. it was decorated. he recognizes the little line of pearls, going up and down with roses at the points the arches meet. he did it himself. and then he had given you the lighter as a gift. you laughed, brushing off the blush dusting his cheeks. you thought it was the wine.

the lighter you decorated at the time was a little more crude. less pattern like. it was chaotic, with a variety of charms that you thought represented him. he remembers how you cursed when the cross charm moved. it was crooked and you were too frustrated to try to fix it.

all while your friends' laughter filled the room and more wine was being poured into your glasses.

"you still kept this?" vincent lights his cigarette with the lighter. he takes a drag and blows the smoke away from you. it comes out as a steady stream.

his jawline. the way his hair framed his face. his turtleneck. his laxed posture. he was charming, your vincent.

charming and attractive.

"why wouldn't i?" you take your lighter back to light your own cigarette.

"i just...i would have expected all the pearls and roses to have fallen off by now."

"you were...generous with the modge podge."

he laughs. "i was, yes."

"what about you? just decided to throw the one i made for you away or...?"

vincent shakes his head. "no. i've...in truth, i've never used it. it's locked up in my desk drawer."

part of you felt a little offended. you place a hand over your heart, feigning offense. "vincent! how could you!"

"it's not like that! i swear! you put so much stuff on it that it...is kind of unusable!"

"it is not!"

"well...it isn't. i've used it. once." he puts up his index finger. "one of the moon charms came off. and i didn't want to spoil the art piece you had made for me. so it sits in my drawer. because i don't want it to be destroyed."

you watch him take another drag and blow away from you. your heart beats faster and you feel your cheeks warm.

he was sure he had the right address.

was this too much?

bringing flowers to you? properly prepared, put in a vase already. a balance between the vibrant colors of the flowers and the greens.

you seem to sense that he's there, because he raises his hand to knock and the door opens.

you're holding a wine glass and dressed casually in some loungewear.

"you're early! and with flowers!"

he looks down at them. "think of them as...a homecoming gift?"

you smile widely. "just come in!"

you had made dinner. a simple steak and frites. nothing special. vincent reminisces about how often you made this for him while you guys were in university. while on a budget, of course.

the meal is delicious. and then you introduce the big thing you invited him over for: baking and cake decorating.

"we always joked that we could do better than the people on cooking shows."

"can we?" he rolls his sleeves up. "do we even know how to...start?" he had a vague idea. baking wasn't exactly his specialty. he preferred to cook.

the last time he baked was in university. and you were there to help him clean his oven, which took over three hours to do.

"if we follow a recipe, we should be fine."

except it wasn't that simple.

there was flour and cocoa powder everywhere. you were pretty sure you had gotten some in vincent's hair, making it look whiter than it was.

he looks so cute though with flour on his nose.

the wine kept coming as you guys pushed the cake pans into the oven. in your drunken stupor, you both forget a timer. he's paying more attention to you, following you into the living room. he sets his wine glass down, half full with red.

you pull a record out of its sleeve and set it down on the player. it rotates as you drop the needle and music begins to play.

he raises his eyebrows. "you still listen to this song?"

"hey. it's great. and totally american." you giggle, taking another sip of your red.

you move towards him. drunken but effortless. there was a purpose in your movements as you walk towards him. you put your hand out.

vincent smiles and takes your invitation. he puts his hand in yours, feeling its warmth. your warmth. you pull him over and dance.

i think we're alone now. there doesn't seem to be anyone around. i think we're alone now. the beating of our hearts is the only sound.

somehow, you don't spill your wine. you finish it and set the glass down. you spin in his arms. they wrap around you, like a warm blanket.

he smells good too. coffee, pear, and white florals.

his sweater is soft. his touch is gentle. he looks at you with those big, puppy dog eyes of his.

and then you fall.

you bring him down with you.

the plush carpet holds your head. you look up at him. he looks into your eyes and you see your face reflected in his pupils. your cheeks are flushed red.

there's something unspoken between you two and you pick your head up, trying to meet him.

vincent meets you halfway, his lips soft. he tastes sweet, like honey.

his hands cup your face as you move in sync. he's in tune with your rhythm, letting you take the lead and guide him on what to do.

your fingers play with the ends of his hair, wrapping it around one of them. you press your hand against the middle of his back, pulling his body closer.

a small moan escapes you when he moves his hips. he grinds softly, your crotches rubbing against each other through your clothes.

you kiss him harder, deeper, sliding your tongue past his lips to caress his own. vincent moans into your mouth, one of his hands resting on the carpet and digging his fingers into it. he could feel himself beginning to slip and lose control.

and then, the smell of something burning reaches your nose.

you pull away, face flushed. his face was completely red. and not from the wine either.

"fuck the cake!"

vincent's brief feeling of happiness dissipates as he smells the cake burning. his lips curl upwards into a smirk. "leave it." he goes back in, pressing a small kiss against your lips. "we'll try again."

you kiss him back, giving into the bliss. "i think we fucked up the measurements anyways."

he laughs.

it feels like home.

#anatomy of a fall #vincent renzi #swann arlaud #vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi fanfiction #anatomy of a fall fanfiction #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #romantic #headcanons

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forsaken-headcanons · 4 months ago

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I saw an ask where you said you are an AI Builderman believer so now I can finally gain the courage to talk about this topic.

Some of Builder's "functions" have either been deleted from his very code or locked away upon being forsaken(These functions include but are not limited to his ability to manipulate and assimilate raw code and materials into anything, abilities before his rework, etc)

Doubly affected by John Doe's corruption as it makes his systems and code go bonkers

He feels really hot actually; sometimes when he overworks himself he feels even hotter to touch, which is usually when Shedletsky or someone else forces him to "cool down"

His body becomes completely cold after death.

whenever it's down time and no one's doing anything, he tries to investigate his own code in order to find a way to unlock the abilities he can, he rarely ever succeeds though and when he does he finds it locked away again a few hours after; this time with heavier security.

Once he tried unlocking an ability he had that let him communicate with other admins in hopes of contacting Roblox, and he did..! For a few seconds. He couldn't even get a single word out before finding that function completely gone and void.

Shedletsky and a few other high-ranking admins are the only ones aware of Builderman being an AI

Taph and Dusekkar had suspicions but didn't really mind it enough to confirm

If you look closer his eyes have a faint glint of binary code, but considering their situation none of the survivors have though to do just that.

When Builderman dies his eyes no longer have said glint, but for a fraction of second before he dies his eyes seemingly "bluescreen". Very few killers or even survivors notice this, however.

It's faint, but some survivors swear they can hear buzzes and feel vibrations for him whenever they're close.

Said buzzes and vibrations completely halt upon dying

He doesn't sleep, he shuts down– and when he does that the buzzes, vibrations, and even heat shut down with him– making a very good impression that he just died. This freaked out so many survivors.

Whilst seemimgly random, there's code in him that makes him simulate blinking, breathing, and even a heartbeat. He actually put this code in himself because before he did, many robloxians felt uncanny valley with him

He doesn't know his creator, only the purpose of his creation– which was to create further.

He wasn't built as an unfeeling AI, he was built with those feelings, granted he was a bit confused by them and it took him quite a while to properly name and understand them.

He was actually built with an eternal smile, before he himself got tired of it and decided to edit it to give him more range in expressions

All food he eats is automatically converted into energy as soon as it enters his mouth

- Anon™️

I love all of those so much you have no idea. A lot of these line up with my own! I'll post my own AI Builderman headcanons sometime but just know that yours are peak and real and valid and I love them.

Down as Anon™️ you go. Thank you for this post. You fed me well.

#forsaken headcanons #forsaken #forsaken roblox #roblox forsaken #anon™️#builderman forsaken #shedletsky forsaken

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oh-snapperss · 2 months ago

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laurie please talk me us about pvpciv parrotx2 thats literally my wife my wife needs to be talked about more laurie please talk to me talk to me pleaseeeeee

inhales. exhales. you asked for it

OKAY YEAH LETS TALK ABOUT PARROT. Parrot's kinda been on my radar since he first appeared in PvPCiv but I lowkey didn't fully put together how completely insane his character actually is until around the time the Wemmbu traitor theory came out and I made my irl theory board (yes, I have string and a corkboard. Long story). I was working on Parrot's section and started thinking about him and then i was like oh. oh. so let's talk about him!!

MAJOR WARNING FOR PVPCIV SPOILERS BEYOND THIS SENTENCE.

so i think the first thing I properly realized was how completely martyr-coded Parrot is. At the point things are at he genuinely feels like he's a walking flag for the future dead and curse that stupid fucking bird for putting himself in these situations but AUGHH. staying on topic. The thing that gets me about Parrot as a character, is that if you think about it, Parrot is the survivor of not one, not two, but THREE genocides that we know of as of last episode. First one being whatever the sword civilization did in the past to everyone else (which, granted, Parrot may or may not have been alive for but certainly seems to have been raised in the aftermath with the weight of it), the second one being the ongoing slaughter of the current swords, and the third one being of his own culture/civilization. and if that!! wasn't enough!! well

On TOP of that inherently fucked up fact, Parrot's also in a position that pretty much guarantees he won't ever be fully accepted by either of the civilizations he has ties to. He's been cast out by the bows for defending the swords, but the swords are never going to fully accept him because he's not a natural born sword and therefore is perceived as part of the group that's currently canonically slaughtering their newborns for a longer life. What the fuck. And to put even more weight on that fact, as of the episode that dropped Sunday we know now that Parrot's defending of the swords wasn't just a morally righteous move on it's own: he's defending essentially the children of the civilization that committed a genocide against his people in the past. It's an infinitely complicated and heartbreaking situation that really makes me want to-- anwyays. anyways.

and it only gets worse from here!! Because hey, why don't we talk about the part where we now know Parrot and Seawatt know each other but it seems that Toph and Parrot don't know each other or at least don't seem to know who each other are. That scene is so infinitely fucked up: it's two bows, both of whom are at heart trying to be pacifists or search for another solution, but they're fighting each other because in the world they live in, they don't even realize they have a choice anymore. On top of that Toph not knowing Parrot confirms Toph to be a young bow (and an argument could be made that he's a foil to Evbo but that's a whole side of shit i should NOT be getting started on) and that also makes the whole. everything more upsetting.

you think i'm done? no. i still have more to say about fucking parrot. why don't we talk about the hostage situation with zam? at first, i thought that the other diamond swords didn't know that Parrot wasn't a sword when they chose to save Parrot and let Zam go free. But then, I remembered Parrot's video journal and realized that they've gotta know. Thing is, Evbo doesn't think they do -- and thinks at least Ferre would kill Parrot if he knew. that leads to a whole rabbit hole about the reasoning for keeping Parrot alive and letting Zam go free, most of which ties back into the Wemmbu Traitor Theory and the idea of analytical care that canon child Evbo isn't going to notice, but to stay on track I want to bring up the fact that in the most recent episode, we hit on something so deeply fucked up about Parrot's sense of worth and self.

we literally see parrot considering going down to the diamond level, because he thinks he's a liability. Parrot's considering sacrificing himself to the diamond swords because by staying up above, he's just a sitting duck to be used by someone with ill intent again. it's a deeply dark scene, with some lowkey suicidal implications and the concept that parrot doesn't think he's worth anything anymore if he can't protect the few remaining swords by staying on the iron level. and then toph shows up and we see that fight begin but STILL. and parrot also says "they might send me outside to be forced on-" forced on WHAT?? we don't know! which could dip into the ongoing question i have about what the hell is outside of PVPciv over those sandy hills but again i should not be set loose to rant about that. he drives me insane!! i feel insane!!!

so in conclusion parrot is a tragic tragic character that feels to me like he's in the perfect setup to die before the series ends (or toph. or both of them lowkey) and i'm completely, entirely casual about it

#laurie thoughts #parrotx2 #pvpciv #pvp civilization #pvp civ spoilers #toph033 #evbo #answered

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radiance1 · 2 years ago

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Mechanical eastern dragon.

Danny, ever since he was a wee little lad, about 5 or so. Really liked eastern dragons since he found out about them, so much so that he even tried to make his own little eastern dragons!

When Jack saw that, it seemed to strike something in him and suddenly Danny found himself having a more experienced hand aiding him in his crafts.

Jack started directing him towards something simpler than a dragon when he was first starting out, then over time gradually let him make certain parts of a dragon instead of all at once, then when they were all complete, they stuck them together and Danny? Well, he found out why his dad liked to build so much.

So, he started to build more and more little things, small yet complex that'll eventually come together to form his eastern dragon.

As he got older, and his parents became more and more focused on their portal project, he eventually decided that, hey, why doesn't he just make a giant version of his little crafts?

An actual dragon.

Of course, such a thing was no easy feat, so he started it just like his dad taught him too, little pieces over time that'll eventually come together to make what will essentially be his masterpiece.

However, he lacks the parts to do so.

Well, not exactly considering there's a lot of household things he could take apart for scrap, but his parents are already doing that, plus he wants way better materials that'll really shape this up to be his mastepiece.

So he took to instead drawing out how it'll look, and creating various minor pieces that'll go into powering it and stuff. He took some of the ectoplasmic batteries his parents' didn't have a use for anymore, and kinda just, fused them together?

Either way, he made a core that'll be the basis of power for his dragon when he completes! Of course, it'll have to go over multiple modifications over the years while he refines the design for his dragon, to make it able to hold more energy, more durable and far more powerful.

He won't lie, he was both extremely suspicious and immensely grateful when Sam gave him a diamond of all things to make a battery out of, because she obviously wanted something outta it. What did she want? Dibs on being one of the first too see his creation when its finished.

Very simple, plus she said her parents could buy another one anyways. Ah, the joys of being rich.

Then he heard from his parents about how their portal works, though he wasn't too interested since he was too busy building the skeleton of his dragon from the parts Sam gave him.

Tucker, who was dabbling in coding, decided that he was going to attempt to create a high level AI for Danny's project, which Danny was all for! Great materials provided by his friend, and then his other one wanted to make an AI specifically for his masterpiece?

Why would he ever say no?

Jazz has been acting pretty weird thought lately, he noticed a bit after the day he was made aware of how his parents' portal managed to work, how he still isn't sure, nor did he actually believe there was a realm of the dead but eh. He would admit, he wasn't terribly close with his sister, ever since he started up his master work, and became a fink, but he could tell something was different.

Really only because she seemed to be finally getting off his case about how much work he's putting into his dragon and less into taking care of himself properly, which she usually does by bossing him around. But he thinks she's just busy, and is too busy to even care at this point so it didn't really matter.

He was a bit blindsided by ghosts actually being real but easily accepted it to be honest. Like, he's been using stuff powered by ectoplasm that ghosts are supposedly made of, so it wasn't that much of a stretch.

Of course, a ghost fighting against another ghost was new, different from what his parents had told him, but it was nice to have someone protecting the town other than his parents at the very least.

As he got closer and closer to finishing his masterpiece, and as Tucker himself almost finishing with the AI, his grades weren't receiving that much attention, he would admit. He would look back at them when he completed it, alright? But not now.

Then came a day where he was saved from a ghost attack by Amity Park's hero, and while he was extremely tired, he recognized that bossiness, snobbish attitude and smothering from anywhere. Did he expect his sister to be the ghostly town hero? No, no he did not.

Was he going to tell anyone? Not really, he cared, but he didn't care that much about to go around talking about it. Also, wasn't his place to spill his sister's secret really.

Also, she didn't know he knew, and he planned to keep it that way for the foreseeable future.

Just as he was nearing his completion, only having just a few finishing touches before it was ready for the AI to be uploaded to it, a test popped that he apparently had to study for, with his sister already passing with flying colors (which just proves how much smarter she is than him, because she fights ghosts regularly, he doesn't, doing something much safer and what does he have to show for it?) and urging him to study. Which, with her attitude that got even worse, after becoming half-ghost and a hero, he just, couldn't take.

He's thankful that ghost came when they did, because he just couldn't stand her any longer than that. So he just popped over to Nasty Burger instead, removing himself far as he could from that fight, and of course, of course said fight had to end up there.

The universe just hates him, it seemed. On the plus side, he managed to snag the answer sheet to that C.A.T. test his sister was nagging him about, why would he study if he has this now? Besides, he has something more important to do anyways.

Then a while he's confronted by his sister's apparent alternate evil future self after he dropped his knowledge of her secret in attempts to stave off the conversation of him cheating, which, now that he thought of it, was probably better than finding out and subsequently being knocked out by his sister's alternate self.

Thankfully, when he next awoke, he found his project was perfectly untouched, and then had to leave to take the test. He'll figure out a way to deal with his sister's future self later. While later, he finished the test, and was finally glad to be able to add the last touches to his project.

Oh, right, his sister's evil self. He almost forgot about her if he was being honest. So, he took the Fenton Peeler, and was going to go find his sister before he had to be called to Nasty Burger by his parents and, well, his 'sister' was there, and his cheating was already revealed and decided it's literally whatever and shot her.

Weird that he was separated from everyone else, but it's whatever. Sure, the sauce was going to explode and kill everyone, but he believed in his sister to come and save the day, as she always did and will continue doing and he told his sister's evil self that, and was incredibly smug when it happened.

He watched the fight, cheering a bit from the sidelines because, well, c'mon. It's not everyday he watches his sister beat her future self the up, and he might not get this chance ever again so might as well enjoy it while he can.

Unfortunately, he never accounted for his sister being too weak after said fight to help their parents', Mr. Lancer, and his friends, and then he saw them explode.

Then his sister disappeared.

He, very obviously, did not take this well at all. So, after he got back home, feeling both like shit and nothing at all, he stared at the almost finished eastern dragon sitting to the side of his bedroom/workshop, the only component missing being the AI bead, and promptly broke down crying.

He didn't cry earlier, but he just, couldn't contain himself. His parents were dead, his teacher was dead, and his two only best friends were dead too, and his sister disappeared in front of him and he had no idea where she could be.

He then cried himself to sleep.

Then he woke up, took up the AI bead, and inserted it into the dragon sluggishly.

It's completion was a solemn affair, rather than the bright and happy thing he expected and wanted. No one was around to marvel at his genius, too see the end result of what he tried for years to achieve, and no sister that he could rub it in her face about either.

He had nothing. Nothing but the product created from the combined efforts from him and his friends.

So, what was he to do?

Modify it, of course!

He threw all his attention into it, installing weapons, fiddling around with the core (That he had to take out and put back in) and giving it a lot of ghost shields, and other Fenton tech.

And for what? He doesn't know, but this, giant thing, somehow capable of growing and shrinking to his choosing (he still doesn't know how, even though he made the thing), installed to the brim with Fenton tech, is his.

And he'll use it to find his goddamn sister. Sure, they didn't have the greatest relationship, and sure, she wasn't the best to get along with, but she was the only thing he had left, and whoever took her could pry her from his and his dragon's goddamn hands.

Also, who would he rub his genius in the face of, if he didn't find her?

So, he took off to the zone, got lost, fought a few ghosts with his dragon and Fenton tech, and then ended up in another dimension full of heroes and villains. Did he care about that?

Fuck no.

But apparently, being a 14-year-old and fighting people off with his mechanical dragon was not a normal thing. Sure, he may have overreacted by having said dragon through his aggressors, who were normal humans by the way, through multiple walls, but in his defense.

It was their fault for trying him when he wasn't in the best of moods.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #FINALLY DONE #Anyways #Jazz is completely unaware that the timeline where her parents Mr. Lancer and her brother's friends died still existed #So she's just living it up in the timeline Clockwork sent her too and avoided the explosion lol

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